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His eyelids burned. He rubbed them to perk himself up a little. They felt so heavy that dropped every half second.
Dragging his hand across his face, he brought it up to the wooden desk to flatten his cheek against the cool surface. It was midnight and he was absolutely exhausted, his energy at the lowest and a pile of work beside him that had to be finished and delivered if he didn't want a very angry and equally sleep-deprived Italian wanting to stick him up with dynamite where the sun didn't reach.
They returned in the morning after two long days of negotiations in Campania, filled with hours and hours of discussion - and a lot of mediation between the Rosiello and Barbieri famiglias for the granting of concessions on the territory of the former towards the latter, in exchange for vigilance and protection from the Vongola in case of intransigence.
Just remembering how they reached that point made his temple ache from an upcoming migraine.
Those were two heavy nights where more than four times he had to grab the Hayato by the forearm to keep him from throwing himself at the throat of Genaro, the youngest son of the Rosiello who just turned eighteen and had a special aversion to the Tenth Vongola Boss because "He couldn't stand the thought of his father submitting to the orders of a random guy who wasn't even European", or so declared - quite literally- the night before, getting up mid-meal and stomping off as if there were insects to squash on the floor. His parents were left signing over the table, used to his son's antics, while Gokudera mentally murdered the kid with laser beam eyes.
Peachy.
The hope of it all was that his siblings did see the benefit and were willing to collaborate with the guardians, especially Roberta, the eldest daughter, who didn't waste a second to ogle Yamamoto during dinners. Takeshi wasn't egocentric enough to accept she somehow got captivated by him, but after hours of the same furtive looks and smirks, it was safe to think she would rather prefer to fuck off from the dining hall and take him to her chambers.
Gokudera earnestly whispered to him to keep smiling at her like a fool and be at her beck and call until the end of the evening, because Robertina was Daddy's favorite and the best way of winning Domenico's favor in the mediation.
Good thing Yamamoto was an expert at charming ladies in the subtlest ways Reborn's teachings gave him - and good thing they wouldn't have to see either family´s faces again until the Annual Benefit Party-. Other than that, the reports needed to be drawn up and delivered by six a.m. so Tsuna could take action.
3:00 a.m.
Ticked the digital clock with a beep as Yamamoto sent the documents to print. He closed his eyes for a moment and rested his head in his hands on the desk as he waited for the machine to finish its work.
Just a few minutes...
"Mmmm... No 'Dera, he's an idiot, but you can't hit the kid..." Which would be a pretty stupid and valid reason to start a war between mafias. He felt a slight shake on his shoulder.
"...What on earth are you dreaming about?" A baritone voice that didn't belong to the stage inside his head forced his eyelids open.
"Nnn..." Yamamoto blinked several times before recognizing the figure in front of his desk. "Kyo...? What you doin' here?" He rubbed his eyes with both hands before looking around. "It's my office-what am I doin' here?... GOD. The documents! What time is it?!" He asked in haste, exhaustion shoved to the back of his mind.
"Three forty-two .a.m," Hibari replied impassively, looking at his wristwatch.
"Shit. Gokudera's gonna kill me. I slept in like an idiot and didn't hand this over to him!" Kyoya arched an eyebrow.
"Why are you here, and why you still-" Takeshi paused to yawn. At the last second, he had the decency to cover behind his palm. "Sorry. Why- you still awake?"
"Passing by. I did my work and slept the whole afternoon." He replied looking at the state of his desk. If he was uncomfortable with the mess that was his study at the moment, he decided not to comment, but he understood he'd have to clean once he had the spare time. At least four cups sat unwashed with two-week coffee stains.
"Wow, at least some of us can rest." Kyoya narrowed his eyes. "Sorry. All I've wanted to do since I got out of that damned negotiation was to fall into your arms and forget about the world." Takeshi rubbed the back of his neck and slumped his lax body back in the chair. "M' so tired, haha."
"Are you done?"
"With my complaint or my work? Well, both- I think, unless Dera' wants to be a dick and send somethin' else, I'm done." He closed his eyes for a moment and then groaned dejectedly. "No, wait, that was mean, I know he took most of the written reports. I'm so selfish." He pressed his palms over his eyes until he saw tiny lights in the dark. "Ughhh, see? That's why I hate going around without sleep!"
"What are you waiting for to go rest?" Kyoya asked, eyes roaming over the room.
"Maa, I still have to deliver this and check with him that everything is in order for Tsuna. That part is quite easy tho." Takeshi yawned before rubbing his eyelids for the ninth time. "But to be honest, I can't even walk there, I feel like I'm gonna fall down like a log halfway, haha." Laughing to himself, he rested his chin on his palm, looking at Kyoya. "... Carry me?"
"Excuse you?"
"I don't wanna moveee, I just wanna be pampered and carried by my boyfriend to leave these stupid papers and, finally, sleep together." Silence and an indecipherable look were the only response.
"Ok, it was a joke, don't be upset." Nervous, Takeshi held up his hands in surrender. "Well, unless… " He added, looking to the side, a pout on his lips. Kyoya rounded the desk until he arrived in front of the brunet, whose fight or flight response picked up, rather sluggish that is. "Wait wait! It was! Oof! " Kyoya leaned over Takeshi, who felt slender hands encircling him, one on his lower back and one near his buttock. He short-circuited as he was lifted from the chair as if he didn't weigh eighty-nine kilograms.
"Hold on." The hand lowered to his left thigh, urging him to cross his legs behind the shorter one's back, and the other on his back crawled up to the top of his head, which was gently pushed until it rested over Kyoya's shoulder.
Takeshi took a few long seconds to come out of cloud nine. He turned his face away to confront his partner with hot ears and bright red cheeks. "O-on second thought, I'll walk! It’s kind of embarrassing to be seen like this by anyone and-" The plain truth was that he wanted to stay like this forever, but his professional side had to protest.
"Shut up." The glaring gray eyes were the final push to settle him down.
"Yessir. " For the record, he did try.
Without further protest, he turned his head back to its previous place and wrapped his arms around Hibari, appreciating the warmth his body provided and the soft lilac scent emanating from his strands.
"...I love this shampoo." Takeshi hummed. "... Um, 'm getting some nice ideas with this exact position. Shame 'm so tired and you aren't up for sex in the office."
"Want me to drop you?" He threatened, to which Yamamoto perched tighter onto his body.
"Please don't… sir?"
"Just- you, shut up." Takeshi nodded. Kyoya's cheeks must be pink, he could feel the heat rising in his ears. "The keys."
Takeshi pulled them out of the front pocket of his pants and handed them to the expectant hand - which left his hair to take them and Takeshi had no mind filter at that moment to avoid the whimper in his throat-. He hugged Kyoya tighter as he closed the door, though he knew that just one of those delicate hands was enough to hold him up. Sure of the steps taking him to his destination, Takeshi closed his eyes as he felt the slender fingers back on the crown of his head, this time stroking his hair with a gentleness hidden from the rest of the world, a rarity in the frivolous carnivore that Takeshi protected with utmost care.
He smiled against his neck and lost himself in the sensations.
-
The smoke was heavy in the room, the smell clung to his clothes and hair, which prompted him to finally open a window to air his office. The cool wind hitting his cheeks brought some peace to his wired mind but that was quick to fly through the same window the second he heard the door being opened without a knock.
"Fucking finally! I did the same amount of work you had in less than four hours! What took you so damn long-" His words got caught in his mouth when the sight that greeted him was not was he was expecting.
"Gokudera Hayato."
The addressed man took a few seconds to assimilate the scene in front of him. The one who was supposed to deliver the documents to his office and review each one of them with him was currently perched like an overgrown koala on top of fucking Hibari Kyoya, who stood as solid as a tree extending the files in his right hand, nose slightly scrunched by the smell.
Hibari locked eyes with his own, daring him to say something.
"Anything else?"
Gokudera was too damn tired to deal with this crap, so he opted for ignoring it altogether.
"... Aside from double-checking everything, I wanted to brief him about two things." He looked at Takeshi's back, his face was hidden in Hibari’s shoulder, holding loosely onto him. Hibari kept him stable with one strong arm, which earned a contemplative hum from Gokudera. Sometimes he forgot how much raw strength was packed into his lean figure.
Back to his best friend, Gokudera watched the rise and fall of his lungs a last time before giving a deep sigh.
"Leave it, it isn't urgent. I'll do the review."
He would let this one slip. After all, most of the negotiations were led by Yamamoto, as the Italian had his judgment a bit clouded by the little snot-brat of the Rosiello. Only God knows how much he wanted to beat some manners into him… Gokudera snatched the files and placed them on his desk. The soft breaths of the swordsman filled the silence of the room. He sat over his chair again, grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the first drawer and placed one between his fingers. Hibari stayed rooted in the same place during his personal ritual.
Gokudera arched a brown, lighting his lighter.
"You should go to sleep." He uttered.
"Mind your own business." Gokudera snarled.
"The omnivore won't be grateful about you taking precarious care of your body." A scowl was Gokudera's answer as he threw the unlighted cigar into the ashtray.
"... Tell the idiot to come to my office before noon."
Hibari acknowledged his request with a look and finally took his leave. Gokudera picked the stick back and lighted it, filling his lungs with nicotine. He checked his wristwatch before sighing for the fifth time that evening.
Maybe he could use a nap.
-
By the time Kyoya was starting to feel the exertion of carrying the dead weight of Takeshi's grown-ass body across the Vongola HQ, he reached the foundation and very soon after, the master bedroom.
The swordman remained unperturbed during the trip, completely worn out. He placed him atop the futon, unbuttoning his dress shirt and taking off his shoes to place them inside his unspokenly assigned space inside Kyoya’s wardrobe. He laid his body beside Takeshi's, covering them both under the duvet. He felt his partner crawling closer to him until he settled to a safe distance Kyoya was pleased with. Close but never enough to make him feel crowded.
Listening to Takeshi's breath, his consciousness slowly drifted away into a peaceful dream.