Title: Cross the Line 12
Rating: M (cursing)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Past Chapters: LJ Archive, or FFNet
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera's disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys' miscommunication abound.

Author Notes:
a. Happy St. Patrick's Day!
b. Not work safe.
c. This is it! Last chappie! Again, thnx for the support from everyone and I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it :D

Cross the Line 12

Yamamoto was only reacting by instinct. The room was dark, but he was sure he felt the woman's body stumble just a little. He didn't think Natsumi (or Natsuki?) would fall over that far, and maybe it was the really high stiletto's that were at fault. Nevertheless, it was only a natural reaction to hold her firmly around the waist to prevent her from falling to floor. And it was certainly expected that she'd wrap her arms around his neck for balance. What wasn't natural was the sudden closeness of her face, and the abrupt feeling of something soft and wet planted firmly against his lips.

Whu-! Yamamoto's mind went blank. The woman kept pressing further, opening her mouth and attempting to push her tongue between his lips. Yamamoto froze for a moment, unsure as to how to react. Once he felt the lithe tongue slipping into a crack of his lips, his body finally reacted. He placed both palms on the woman's shoulders and tried to push away. To his surprise, the woman's arms were as firm and unbending as a viper's grip on its prey. Eventually, she was able to push her tongue all the way in.

Suddenly, Yamamoto heard a loud voice coming closer. Before his brain could register where the voice was coming from, he felt a sudden splash of ice-cold liquid on his face.

The woman released her viper-like hold around his neck. She touched her face in horror, her make-up running thinly down her pretty face. She whipped around to glare at a short figure holding an empty plastic cup.

Yamamoto's heart dropped as soon as he recognized the petite "school girl" in front of them. The baseball ace's eyes traced the figure, resting a moment to stare at the milky soft thighs exposed beneath the too-short grey skirt, then settling on the beautiful, dangerous expression on the other man's face. He didn't question why the other man was dressed that way; his mind was preoccupied with his heart hammering loudly against his ribcage. He was swimming in a mixture of fear and admiration upon seeing such a fearful, yet admirable person – as if Gokudera was a beautiful, untouchable god about to unleash wrath upon them.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" Natsuki (or Natsumi) shrieked on top of her lungs. Her voice was so shrill, the crowd surrounding them stopped dancing to stare at the new spectacle. After a moment, several more spectators came into view.

Yamamoto ignored the crowd. He was fixated on the silver-haired man, expecting a tirade of cursing and yelling, and maybe a threat of throwing a bomb or two around. Yet, none of it happened. Gokudera remained quiet, simply staring down at the woman with a blazing, defiant glare while he placed a hand on his hip. The shorter man threw the empty plastic cup over his shoulder, and didn't give any response.

Natsuki bristled with anger. She quickly stormed forward drawing her hand back. She swung her palm forward. Gokudera swiftly side-stepped to the right, then lightly kicked the back of the woman's knee. She yelped as she lost her balance then fell on her hands and knees to the dance floor.

Yamamoto winced.

Natsuki angrily stood up. She started making her way toward Gokudera again. She yelled, "You're going to pay for that, little girl!"

Gokudera's eye twitched.

This isn't good... Yamamoto thought. He lunged forward and stood between both of them.

"Wait, wait," Yamamoto pleaded, waving his arms around.

Natsuki stopped in her tracks. "T-Takeshi-kun?" she gasped. Her eyes grew rounder as she pointed to the storm guardian. "Who is that girl? Why did she do that? She got punch all over my costume!"

"...'Takeshi-kun'?" Gokudera mumbled angrily to himself, but it was loud enough for Yamamoto to hear the growing irritation on his voice.

Yamamoto turned to face the silverette. "Ah! I-I can explain!"

Gokudera crossed his arms. "There's nothing to explain, Takeshi-kun," he bit out.

Natsuki latched herself to one of the taller man's arms. She looked at him with large, teary eyes. "Takeshi-kuuuun, I think I hurt my leg. I fell because that girl kicked me!"

"You fell because of your overweight, lopsided breasts..." Gokudera grumbled loudly.

Natsuki bristled. "Why you little-!" She clawed forward, but Yamamoto held her back.

"Ack, wait, wait!" Yamamoto pleaded once more. He firmly held the woman's shoulders and pushed back.

Natsuki blinked owlishly up at the baseball ace. "Takeshi-kun?"

Yamamoto smiled kindly at her. "I'm sorry..." he said.

Natsuki blinked again. "W...what do you mean?"

Yamamoto bowed. "I'm sorry," he apologized firmly. "I should have been more straightforward since the beginning of the evening. I'm sorry I can't return your feelings, Natsumi."

Natsuki's body shook. Tears flowed freely from her eyes down her mascara-streaked cheeks. B-b-b-b-but my name's Natsuki! her mind screamed as she stared at Yamamoto's innocent, apologetic countenance. She looked over the baseball ace's shoulders and met the little school girl's defiant eyes. T-t-t-that bitch! Natsuki thought. She wanted to retort, to try to convince the baseball ace that she was much better, but all her confidence and scheming were crushed as soon as the green-eyed monster brandished her with a victorious smirk.

"T-Takeshi-kun is an IDIOT! WAAAAHHH!" she wailed loudly as she ran away from the scene.

"...?" Yamamoto blinked.

After the woman had clearly left the dance floor, Gokudera ground out, "Why don't you go after her, Takeshi-kun?"

"I-it's not like that," Yamamoto insisted.

"Whatever," Gokudera replied, the bitterness in his voice unbending. "You sure say a lot of things you don't mean. Prancing around saying romantic shit and then turning around kissing some woman."

I'm burning... Gokudera thought. It was an intense white-hot fire that wouldn't go away. Even though the logical part of his conscience told him that he needed to stop, it burned so much it hurt. Calm down. Ignore it, stop it... I hate it. I hate this! Fuck.

"That's not what it is!." Yamamoto said desperately. "I was waiting for you and..."

Gokudera stomped forward, then grabbed the front of the taller man's shirt. "Then what the hell am I supposed to think?" he shouted as he shook the other man. "You told me to come here so you can show off? I had to drag myself here in this fucking outfit in this fucking creepy dance floor just to see you fucking around with a D-cup sized woman? Is that what you want? You'd rather be with some woman?"

Yamamoto caught the silver-haired man's wrist and pried the small hand away. "Calm down-!"

"NO, I am NOT calming down!" Gokudera yelled, trying to break free from such tight grasp. He was starting to get dizzy from... being emotional? He couldn't quite point out why, and it irritated him, but he couldn't stop himself from yelling. He could tell his face was burning from anger, and his eyes were getting watery, much to his embarrassment and dismay. Still, he continued his onslaught and exclaimed, "You confess to me, then you run away, then you tell me to come see you at the dance, now THIS! Stop FUCKING with me! I-!" Gokudera winced as soon as the grip on his wrist suddenly tightened to a painful degree.

Gokudera froze when he noticed that Yamamoto's expression had morphed from desperate and apologetic to unyielding and dangerous.

What the -? Gokudera thought wildly.

"You're the one who has been running away," Yamamoto responded darkly. His voice was unexpectedly firm and edgy. It was a rare and odd sight, to see Yamamoto on the brink of losing his temper and lashing out, but Gokudera didn't fight back. Or maybe it was because the silver-haired man felt he couldn't.

Yamamoto continued, "I already said 'I love you', and I even apologized for it, and yet you've never ever told me anything. You always told me to leave you alone, but you're the one who wouldn't go away! You're the one prancing around doing stuff that could mislead anyone, and yet in the end, you end up running away without giving me any answer! I ran around the rain to look for you that morning! Where the HELL were you? I even got SICK looking for you! I've always done everything to respect your wishes and faced you head-on with my feelings. YOU'RE the one fucking with me!"

Gokudera stood still, his heart hammering rapidly against his chest. He felt Yamamoto's fingernails starting to dig against the skin on his wrist. He tried to ignore the sting and discomfort. Yamamoto's hand was cold, but sweaty. The taller man's eyes were wild, like an animal who'd been trapped in a cage so long it didn't know how to act when he's about to be set free. Holding back, yet not holding back. Indignant, but still seeking kindness.

When you're in love, it fucks you in the head.

Looking at the other man scared him, so Gokudera stared down at their hands. Such passionate expressions and aura of desperate fury can't be normal. This whole thing wasn't right. It's almost as if this man couldn't function without him... couldn't manage to live without him, even if they both knew this relationship has insofar been nothing but trouble, chaos, and continuous torture. The raven-haired man felt enough for him that he'd throw his usual, happy-go-lucky self out the window just to be with him. Life could be easier for the baseball ace. The man was incredibly popular, athletic, made lots of friends inside and outside the team, and was genuinely at peace with himself. Such a normal person wouldn't want a temperamental, inconsiderate man like him, or would he?

I'm the one fucking with him... Gokudera's conscience admitted.

"That's your final answer, huh?" Yamamoto confirmed, breaking the silence between them.

Gokudera snapped his head up. He immediately noticed that awkward smile and the wetness on the other man's cheek. Then the clammy hand loosened its grip on his wrist as Yamamoto took a few steps backward. His wrist immediately felt cold.

"I... I guess I'll go now," Yamamoto said quietly. All traces of anger were gone from his face and from his body language. Now, the baseball ace just looked defeated, with those broad shoulders slumped and bloodshot eyes that refused to meet his own.

Gokudera felt a familiar pang on his chest. The feeling reminded him of the day Yamamoto came home with his mid-term exam.

No, no, I must be crazy! Gokudera's mind reeled.

When you're in love, it fucks you in the head.

Shut up!

He hated it. He hated seeing the other man in such a state. This sudden, strange yearning overtook his mind. He wanted to see the idiot with his idiotic, simpleton smile and simpleton ways. He wanted Yamamoto to look at him with that annoying grin that told him that everything was going to be alright. He wanted to once again stare quietly at those bright, tender eyes.

Gokudera watched silently as the rain guardian started walking away. He felt moisture pool at the corner of his eyes.

Don't leave!

It hurts. I can't do this.

You're going crazy!

It's not that... it's not that at all... I don't...

Don't what?

… I don't care what happens to me, I just want him to be happy.

"Wait!" Gokudera called out.

Yamamoto stopped in his tracks.

Gokudera stepped closer. "I...um,..."

Yamamoto took a deep breath, then turned around to face him again. He gave his usual bright smile, but it was obviously forced. "You don't have to explain-."

"NO!" Gokudera cut in firmly. "I...I..." I can't... His face burned red in embarrassment.

"You don't have to force-"

"I'm not forcing anything!" Gokudera snapped. "I..." I can't say it!

Yamamoto blinked absently at him.

I have to say it! "Yamamoto, I-"

"It's really okay if you don't..."

Gokudera grabbed the lapels of the man's shirt and shook him hard. "Would you just let me finish talking!"

"B-but you're forcing yourself!" Yamamoto explained. "I already know you hate me-."

Gokudera gave a menacing growl. The storm guardian pulled Yamamoto forward. Gokudera forcefully planted his lips on the baseball ace's, then clamped his teeth tightly on the other man's lower lip. As soon as he tasted blood, he pushed Yamamoto away.

Yamamoto stared blankly at him with wide eyes. "Goku..."

Gokudera pointed an accusing finger at him. "You get it now, baseball idiot?"

Yamamoto touched his lip. Gokudera had kissed him in front of the entire dance floor. Not only that, but he'd bit him enough that it bled, as if the other man was branding him in some way.

Possessive.

Yamamoto stared at the storm guardian. It was a comical plight. A man dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, pointing an accusing finger at him as if the whole thing was his fault, and yet admitting to something so deep that he never, ever would otherwise do. The taller man held back from laughing hysterically. Such a man was the epitome of terror, disorder, anarchy, and chaos, but he just didn't care anymore.

Yamamoto didn't say anything. He simply smiled brightly, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, at his one and only green-eyed monster.

XXXX

"Ah, Haru, there you are!" Kyoko greeted. She politely made her way through the crowd and met up with her best friend.

Haru grinned.

Kyoko blinked innocently. "What's going on?"

Haru's grin grew wider. She said, "Oh, too bad you missed it!"

"Missed what?"

Haru put a hand on her mouth and snickered quietly to herself. She pointed toward the center of the crowd.

Kyoko noticed Yamamoto following Gokudera out the door. Her cheeks flamed as her mouth formed a perfect "O". She silently looked at Haru. "So, uh... do you...?"

Haru showed her the picture on her cellphone. "I got it!"

Kyoko asked, "Wow, how did you know?"

"Haru-haru knows all," Haru responded, winking at her friend and giving another Sailor Scout pose.

- End of Chapter-

XXX

Extra/ Omake:

The two men stumbled and fell to the center of their dormitory. Gokudera felt air leave his lungs as his back hit the wooden floor.

"Calm down, you idiot!" he growled at his partner, whose body lay on top of him. "You should close the door."

Yamamoto grinned in response. "Sorry, just that Gokudera looks so cute today that I can't help it." He stretched a leg to kick the door closed.

"Shut up," Gokudera snapped. "Dressing like this was not my idea."

"I know," Yamamoto chuckled. "I'll have to thank whoever suggested this..." He gently kissed the silver-haired man as he removed the blazer and unbuttoned the uniform blouse.

Gokudera was embarrassed, and yet, he was eager for sex. He didn't struggle when Yamamoto worked his way so both of them were half-naked. Yamamoto lay against him until their bare chests touched. The shorter man squirmed upon feeling such comfortable body heat. He was getting really hard, the erection beginning to poke a mound through the skirt.

Gokudera tried pushing him away. "Bed..." he panted.

Yamamoto didn't respond, but continued to slide his hand underneath the skirt.

"Idiot, I said the bed..." Gokudera repeated.

The baseball ace ignored the silver-haired man's protests. He fingered the waistband of Gokudera's boxer briefs and pulled down. Gokudera squirmed, trying to slide out from underneath the tall frame. Yamamoto threw the boxer briefs over his shoulder, then grabbed the shorter man's wrists. He gave a hard kiss, making his partner swallow his own protests. The more Gokudera struggled, the more Yamamoto wanted him.

So cute... the Rain guardian thought.

After a moment, Gokudera's struggling stopped. The baseball ace broke the kiss then stared at the tantalizing form beneath him. Gokudera's eyes were soft and hazy, with some moisture collecting at the corner of his eyes. Those tempting lips were slightly open, letting out quick gasps of warm breaths. Best of all, the man's erection was clearly visible through a lump forming through the skirt. Yamamoto thanked the heavens that he had the endurance of an athlete that could over-take his partner because, at the moment, the panting, erect man beneath him was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen.

The taller man immediately lifted the limp body so that Gokudera was positioned to be on his hands and knees.

Gokudera didn't struggle. He simply let the other man do as he wish. He found himself on his hands and knees, and staring straight at the thick, red line drawn across the floor. It was almost ironic and comical; he would have laughed at that moment in other circumstances.

Gokudera moaned as he felt a moist finger enter him. He snapped his head back. "I-idiot! Take off the fucking skirt!"

Yamamoto simply widened his grin and responded, "It'd be a waste!"

"You-ah!" Gokudera arched his back as he felt another finger enter. He tried to turn around, or sit up even. Yet, his body could only sit there from such tingling sensations coming from behind. Soon after, he could hear the squelching sound and feel the thick fluid running down his inner thighs.

I-I'm going to...

"Y-Yama... No, I'm, ahnnn..."

Next thing the Storm guardian knew, there was a blunt, hot object being pushed eagerly inside. He bit down his lip from crying out. It hurt, but it felt good. He wanted more.

As if reading his mind, Yamamoto pushed all the way in. He stood still for a moment, relishing in the tight wetness that was squeezing him inadvertently. He leaned forward and licked the other man's ear. He felt the body beneath him shiver slightly as he lifted the skirt so it was above the waist and exposing all of Gokudera's lower body. He then wrapped his slender fingers around the smaller man's length, and pumped once.

"Ahh...! Stop!" Gokudera moaned as tears inadvertently fell down his cheeks. "I can't... I'm..."

Yamamoto began thrusting, slowly at first, but increasing speed upon each pump of his hand. He felt the other squeezing him even tighter and knew he wouldn't last long. He nipped the shorter man's ear, then whispered, "I love you, Gokudera."

Gokudera threw his head back and cried out as he came long and hard, his cum coating the section of the red line beneath him. Yamamoto gave a few more thrusts before cumming just as hard deep inside him. As the waves of pleasure subsided, they both collapsed together onto the floor, with Yamamoto's arms wrapped around Gokudera from behind.

"You're an idiot," Gokudera grumbled tiredly, his body too heavy to move. "The idiot of idiots. The most idiotic of the idiot of idiots."

Yamamoto chuckled softly against the back of the other man's neck. "I'm just an idiot for you..." he said.

"Even worse, you're a corny, perverted idiot," Gokudera sighed.

Yamamoto lifted his head and kissed the flushed cheek.

Gokudera pursed his lips together as he lightly smacked the other on the head. "Right, right. Let's get to bed already, or you'll get another damn cold."

Yamamoto smiled in agreement.

Stop smiling so much. You're so obvious, you idiot. Gokudera thought, but he didn't really mind it so much.

- Owari :) -