It was this time and place that Gokudera relished most. Free from the burden of maintaining his reputation as the Vongola Decimo's right hand man. Free from managing the endless paperwork that he had declared to be 'beneath the Tenth's notice'. Free to release all his tension into the white stars that blind him. Here, he is liberated to simply bask in the afterglow of his and his Kyoya's love.

Here, surrounded in the snug, dark space of their entanglement, they can finally discard the pretences worn in the day. The little insecurities that no one else is ever allowed to see have become so familiar to them. Kyoya tends to hold him possessively, and, unraveling in his embrace, Hayato increasingly succumbs to the warmth and safety offered. Together they are surrounded by a deep sense of worth and belonging, and dreamless sleep embraces them. This comfort will continue through the velvety night until morning.

In the morning, as the cold light of day disrupts the harmony, they will slowly pick up the clothes and repair the facade. Kyoya always remembers who he is supposed to be first, and will instinctively push Hayato away. This causes the other to snap back into character, and the shouting and swearing returns in earnest. Quickly they part, leaving harsh words and suppressed feelings hanging in the air behind them.

This may be one end, but the cycle will inevitably begin anew. Their passion will drive them continuously together; that invisible bond formed by their want, their need, their love. As certain as the sun setting, clothes will be forgotten and masquerades shattered as they race again towards that time and space.