AN: SORRY FOR SLOW UPDATES. I actually got reminded of Fanfic again when I saw an alert for one of m favorite stories in my email that I hadn't gotten on in a while. So I'm back at least for now. As requested, here is TYL Gokudera! I originally had some written for him but the doc hit its 90 day limit and twas gone. ; - ; But that's okay.

You stir the coffee slowly and watch as the steam drifts through the crisp air in the house. The constant ticking from an antique grandfather clock haunts your mind, and you finally set the spoon down and sigh.

"Why isn't he home yet?" You wonder aloud.

Just as you say that, the jolt of keys in the door sound, and Hayato hastily stumbles in and slams the door. He yanks off his dress shoes and opens his blazer then quickly makes his way towards the office.

You rise from the table, "Hayato, do you have any idea how late it is?"

"Yeah, it's a little past midnight," he glances back and turns the doorknob slowly.

"Stop," Your sharp eyes pinpoint his fingers, and he immediately lets go of the knob, "Is Tsuna overworking you? Come on, it's not healthy to work this long! You leave at 6 every morning and don't even return before 12! That's not okay."

He rubs his temples and lets out a deep breath, "Of course Tenth doesn't overwork me! I just needed to get some things taken care of for tomorrow's work... just trust me, I'm fine."

"You are overworking yourself, Hayato, can't you see? You barely get any sleep, and I swear you're thinning! Do you think this is the Gokudera that Tsuna wants to see?"

"Can we just talk about this later? I'm busy," Your longtime boyfriend wearily shuts the door to his office and leaves you standing in deep silence.

An tinge of anger and sadness boils within you. Why couldn't he ever pay attention to anything other than his work? Hayato and you have been dating for 7 years and yet no sign of proposal or interest of anything romantic anymore.

You sulk quietly over your chilling cup of coffee as you think of what to do. Well, there was no reason to anger him at this point. All you can really do is to support him. You smile slightly and remember the days of the past: the first date, the first kiss, the first Valentine's, the first time... they went on endlessly.
In the end, you realize that nothing could really break you two apart.

You knock softly on the smooth wood of the door, "Hayato?"

No answer.

You crack open the door and slide in, making sure that the newly brewed cup of coffee doesn't spill. As you set it on his desk, you giggle at the sight of him. His arms sprawl against the various papers, his unevenly rolled up sleeves sag, his crooked glasses sit on the surface. A pen is still positioned in his hand. The other set of fingers holds a smashed cigarette.

"Hayato..." You murmur into his ear and grin.

"Huh?" Hayato sits up abruptly and sees the coffee, "Oh, thanks, (Name). I needed this." He straightens and takes a sip.

"You should really get some sleep... " You run your fingers through his feathery hair, "Please."

He rubs his face and sighs, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Let me hop into the shower."

You happily follow him out of the office and lay down in the dim bedroom. The pattering rhythm of the shower water puts you to sleep almost immediately.

"(Name)? Wake up." You feel a warm breath linger onto your neck. You turn to see Gokudera freshly out of the shower. Damn, he is as fine as ever. A loose bathrobe covers his steamy body, and water occasionally drips from his metallic hair.

"Hey sexy," You mutter sleepily and chuckle, curling yourself into his warmth. He laughs lightly and strokes your cheek. As you hold onto his rough hand, you sit up and ruffle his hair with the towel, "You're going to get sick if you stay like this."

He bows his head and allows you to dry him off, "Me? Get sick? What do you take me for?"

You laugh as he shakes the wet streaks of his hair, spraying warm water everywhere. Finally, he raises his head and stares at you with a playful smirk. His green-grey eyes dig into yours as he slowly towers over you and lays you down. Both you and him shut your eyes as the soft caressing of his lips meet yours. For a few minutes, you both hold each other tightly, allowing yours tongues to converse.

He pulls away slightly, "I'm sorry for all the time I spent away from you, (Name). I really do love you..."

You're already in the mood, "Shut up and show me then."

Hayato grins and slides his fingers up your shirt and bra, massaging your breasts and slipping off the attire. Your own palms meet with his firm chest as his mouth tickles the pulsing veins of your neck. His swift tongue leaves a chilly trail down to the cleavage.

Before you can properly react, Hayato's index finger is hanging from the band of your shorts. You grab a hold of the tie of his bathrobe and release it when he pulls off your bottoms. When he throws aside his cover, you are both exposed.

He draws you in and kisses down your body, his nose nudged against your soft skin. As Hayato runs his fingers up and down the spine of your bare back, you tangle your hands within the sheets to resist such an easy arousement. And yet, you know you want him just as bad as he wants you.

You let out a gasp when his lips peck against the lower abdomen to the inner thigh. His tongue explores all the areas in between, and he suddenly rises and pushes a little into you. A moan escapes your lips as you feel the tip of his hard member pulsing within you.

"Shh," He murmurs playfully and he thrusts further into you. Your back automatically arches as he slides out a little and immediately back in. More exasperated noises emerge from your throat as a slow rhythm appears. Eventually, he speeds up.

"H-Hayato," You pant as the massage of your thighs and the friction within you becomes overwhelming. It's been forever since you held such a feeling.

He breathes into your collar bones and slithers his fingertips towards your breasts once more, fondling them forcefully. The beats of both of your hearts race, one trying to conquer the other.

Your insides throb regularly, again and again, as the feeling of Hayato surges throughout your body. The love stick continues to drill further in each time, but no pain is inevitable, because you are numb. All you are able to feel is hot, sweet pleasure.

You lick your lips in a seductive 'O' shape as you two adjust to a position in which you sit in his lap, still connected to him, and you yank his hair softly to bring his mouth towards yours. You continue to move up and down and feel the excitement of him inside of you. The newly painted fingernails run along every crevice of his gleaming abs, and he leans down to leave love bites along your throat.

Eventually, he comes. A wave of thick juice streams within you, causing one last amorous moan. Hayato pants lightly as he breaks apart from you but holds you close under the melting covers. You both lean into one another, too exhausted to say anything. In peaceful silence, you both escape into deep sleep.

Little do you know that inside of the blazer pocket of Hayato's, there holds a small velvet box. Little do you know he actually took a special leave to spend the whole tomorrow smiling with you.

Little do you know that although he spends so much time working, he really, truly loves you more than his job.