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D R A B B L E ~ M E M E {Nuage-Alouette}

1. Love Me -- Hibari

     Pallid fingertips slide over the ebony exterior of a grand piano, sea foam colored hues staring idly at the instrument before him and he idly wonders when he last played. It's been several years at least, the last time he sat down and played a melody being at the age of thirteen in a hotel he'd snuck into late at night. A low huff of hair expels from his lips and he slides down onto the bench, wondering if anyone here actually played the piano or if the musical instrument was merely a remnant of the days when someone in the Vongola Mansion actually did know how to create melodies. He's hesitant, fingers brushing over the ivory keys and he wonders if he truly wishes to play anything at all. It's been so long and already the memories of his childhood wash over him, the food poisoning and the constant push to be perfect and it takes a deep breath to get him started.

     Lithe fingers dance over the keys, playing a melody from pure memory and he can't say he's surprised that not a single note is missed. All the training as a child hadn't gone to waste and the ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. Well, that's one thing he can thank his family for. The only thing, really, but he pushes that thought aside with a sigh as he hits another note of some old Italian love song, the only thing to come to mind, and he finds it ironic that of all things, that's the melody he finds himself playing. The memories from his childhood fade are replaced with images of a past fight, occurring just days ago between himself and Vongola's Cloud Guardian, and there's a painful tug in his chest that he can't quite shake. Such a stupid fight, his own fault, and he hisses quietly at his own stupidity. The next key is hit a littler harder than it should've been and the sound is elongated but he doesn't care, words that never should have been said playing through his mind. This is breakup number one-hundred-and-twenty-five if he remembers correctly and the laugh that escapes him is a hollow one. Can't go a single week together, and the thought is an unwanted one.

     He's about to push away from the piano, the song uncompleted but his mood--which wasn't a good one to begin with--in shatters when someone sits down beside him and only one person could be so quiet. He falters a moment, but continues playing if only to fill the silence, the awkward, guilt ridden silence that surrounds them. Hibari is staring at him, waiting for something--and apology, maybe--but Gokudera can't seem to find the right words and thus, he says nothing. A minute passes, then two, and then three and it finally the Storm Guardian manages to speak, tongue darting out over his lips in an effort to decrease the dry feeling in his mouth.

     "Didn't you have an assignment?" He whispers, voice barely heard over the notes of the piano and Hibari stares a moment longer before shifting his gaze to Gokudera's fingers, watching with idle interest. He's silent for what feels like an eternity, goosebumps growing along the bomber's spine before the carnivore's lips part and he answers.

     "They gave it to a herbivore instead." Hibari replies, not sounded particularly upset about said fact and Gokudera nods slightly, eyes darting back and forth from the piano to the male beside him. Hayato struggles with another question, something to break the tension that he swears Hibari must be feeling too, when there's suddenly a pair of lips pressed against his own. To hell with caution and forced conversation, as his hands immediately leave the keys, the melody stopping abruptly. He cups Hibari's face between his hands, fingers gently brushing back some of Kyouya's hair. Off again, on again--that's how this messed up, dysfunctional relationship works but he can't bring himself to break the cycle because he's in love and damn it all if that isn't the most pathetic sounding reason in the book. The bomber pulls away, slightly, forehead still touching Hibari's and he breathes out an apology--'I'm sorry; I love you.'--and the words are not returned with any sort of vocal response, but Hibari smiles, something other than a malicious grin, and Gokudera can't help but smile back. It's imperfect, it's a cacophony and there's no way this will end up working out in the end--too unstable, too unpredictable--but they can cross that bridge later, he figures, as he pulls Hibari onto his lap and brings him in for another kiss.

2. Shag Me -- Hibari

     Somewhere amidst the fog of sex, Gokudera wonders how the hell they never manage to wind up on the actual bed. Hibari is shoved up against the wall with a dick up his ass, the mattress literally less than five feet from them but somehow that's just far enough to not be worth it and when Gokudera makes the suggestion he gets a bite on the ear--he takes that as a 'no' and angles his hips up again to make the Cloud Guardian remove his teeth. There's a labored breath, expelled from the lips of the tonfa-wielder that reaches his eardrums and the bomber can't help the way his lips tug upward at the sound. It's not a moan, but it is a distinct noise of pleasure and it's an achievement, a personal triumph as he lowers his head into Hibari's neck and sinks his teeth down into his the male's neck. marking him as his own. There's no protest, possibly the only time Hibari wouldn't object to the idea of being 'owned' and Gokudera's glad for that--

     A tonfa in the face would ruin the moment rather quickly, wouldn't it?      Gokudera shudders, his tongue sliding across the newly formed bruise upon the Skylark's skin, and he murmurs something about being close and Hibari merely nods in response. The bomber goes to pull out, as he always does, only to have his lips captured aggressively and the arm that was wrapped so securely around his shoulders falls and Hibari's hand is gripping his hip so tightly Gokudera is concerned it might break. The Storm Guardian breaks the kiss almost immediately, a hard breath escaping him and his eyes lock with Hibari's in silent question. There's always been protest against coming inside the raven-haired male, and he's wondering what makes this time so different, unable to think of anything and Hibari merely shakes his head, pulling Gokudera in for another kiss and that's a good enough answer, he reasons. There's a low groan emitted from Hibari--and Gokudera swears he hears his name somewhere between their lips and ragged breathing--and that's enough to bring him over the edge, followed shortly by his Skylark.

     They wind up laying on the floor, Hibari laying atop Gkoudera's chest, eyes half-lidded and the bomber idly runs a hand through the raven locks, not even bothering to ask about the sudden affection. He'll take what he can get--quiet, afterglows that don't come often. Hibari's out cold in a matter of minutes, worn out and not bothering to remove himself from Gokudera's chest and surprisingly, Hayato doesn't mind. With a quiet hum and lazy muscles he grabs a blanket from the floor--knocked off from a fitful sleep--and pulls it over them.

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Who’s more dominant:

While both of them aren't exactly 'submissive', Hibari would be more dominant as a whole. Gokudera will object of course, when this dominance is shown, but his protests are half-hearted and thus bare no weight.

Who’s the cuddler:

Neither of them would be big on laying back together and cuddling, but Gokudera is the one to place his forehead against Hibari's back late at night or entwine their fingers when he thinks Hibari won't object.

So while neither of them are really fond of holding each other for periods of time, Gokudera is the one to initiate little gestures of affection.

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon:

They don't really hold each other, usually preferring their contact to be subtle things even when alone, but sometimes when they're both feeling more broken, more run-down than usual, Hibari allows Gokudera to hold him and they wind up falling asleep like that.

So Gokudera is the 'big spoon' in a sense. Though he sure as hell isn't the one on top for anything else i mean what--

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity:

Hibari likes to listen to Gokudera play the piano. Not that he ever says it aloud but occasionally Gokudera gets the urge to play and he does, and Hibari 'magically' finds his way to him and sits in a chair across the room, showing the faintest suggestion of a smile. This can last from a few minutes to a few hours and neither of them mind how long it takes; it's peaceful, something other than fighting and biting and silence. 

A head canon:

The relationship itself would be a bit unstable. Constantly breaking up, getting back together, purposely making the other angry, etc. Lots of fighting, screaming, but surprisingly no violence no matter how bad the fights and the insults get. (They still do fight physically but that's more for training purposes or a light smack on the head when Gokudera does something stupid)

Their relationship summed up in a gif: