O HAI GAIZ. I didn't abandon you. Seriously. I'll be updating sporadically with oneshots in this. SO HAVE FUN WITH IT.

80&59 are (c) Amano Akira, just coverin' my ass because I often forget to.

RATING: M

There was nothing I didn't like about the sex, to be honest. My problem was where we had
That would be, everywhere.
Not that I didn't enjoy it just as much when it was in odd places, I was just wondering when someone would find us shacking up in the pantry or the bathroom. Not to mention the times we had actually fucked in the kitchen itself, and the one excursion that had ended in Hibari's base of all places.
Yamamoto had a hell of a sex drive. He also had a tendency to take me if I mentioned something remotely sexual. It didn't have to be much. Any slight hint that I would be open to a pounding meant he was delivering it.
I got used to this quickly, and only spoke innuendo-loaded phrases when I wanted him to slam me. I wouldn't lie, it felt incredible. Yamamoto was good. Maybe too good. It was one thing to have sex in strange places; it was another entirely to have loud sex in strange places.
The horrendously loud sex we had must be legendary. By all means, it was worthy of the title.
But then again, the walls were sound-proofed. No one even knew. Without that sound-proofing, no one would be able to sleep at night. God knows I didn't.
The number of places we had sex in grew rapidly after our relationship took another level. I discovered that Yamamoto was slightly sadistic, and to balance it out, I was just a little masochistic. Then the sex got so much more intense. He treated me like shit and I got off on it. It was so different from his normal demeanor, that retardedly kind persona.
It was hot, and he knew it. Yamamoto could have taken advantage of it more than he did, but it wasn't for any good reason. He didn't do it because he didn't want to drive me away. I wouldn't have; I didn't think I could go back to life without his touch.
And the sex. That was so much of an added bonus to going steady with Yamamoto Takeshi.
I return to the topic of sex for an excellent reason. We were having sex.
It was the dirtiest sex I have ever had. It probably had much to do with where we were located at the moment. Of course, I had to comment on it, pinned down with a warm body on top of me.
"This is- nn- so bad..." I groaned, pushing against him helplessly. "What are we doing here?"
"We're having sex." Yamamoto said breathlessly. "Tsuna won't mind. Now shh."
"The Tenth has cameras installed in here!" I whispered frantically. "And for good reason!"
"Why, because it's his bedroom?"
Yes. We were having sex in the Tenth's bedroom, on his bed. It was one of the few places we hadn't been.
Seriously. We had fucked in Hibari's room, for god's sake. He still hadn't found out, which was very good. I didn't want to die that way.
Still, this was worse. Even thought having Yamamoto grind against me felt so good...
Once we were done, I was in a state of panic. It had been one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had, but the evidence of it was clear enough.
'Yamamoto!" I said helplessly, giving him a wild eyed look. "We have to wash these sheets, dammit!"
Yamamoto grinned at me. "Think he'll notice?"
"You're horrible!" I wailed. "It's bad enough that you fucked me here, in the boss's room, but you just wanna leave things this way?"
"Calm down, I was kidding. You were the one who suggested sex." He shrugged his broad shoulders. I ran a hand through my hair, attempting to tame it. Sex always made my hair do strange things. It was 

nearly impossible for me to fix it, too. Yamamoto stuck a hand out and patted at my hair; I was bewildered and irritated to see it stick flat down. He had magic hair taming powers.
Then I looked at him, and recognized the expression on his face.
Damn bastard wanted to cuddle. I sighed, and held out my arms. Gleefully, he snatched me up and knocked me back over onto the Tenth's bed. He buried his face in the sheets, arms loosely embracing me.
He pretended to snore for about thirty seconds. I nearly laughed, but deemed it unmasculine. I may have been the submissive partner, but it didn't make me a squealing woman.
I nearly fell asleep, to be completely honest. It wasn't that sex took a lot out of me, I was just relaxed enough to doze off. That ended rather abruptly when the door opened.
I wondered how it must look to an outsider. Yamamoto and I sprawled naked on a bed, the Tenth staring at us from the doorway. I was red, the Tenth was red, and Yamamoto... well, he was absolutely fine.
"Oh, hi Tsuna! What's up?"
I hit him, panicking somewhat extremely. I had no idea what to say, besides "Um."
The Tenth blinked rapidly, and attempted to say something. "Go-Yama- gyah I AM NEVER SLEEPING IN THAT BED AGAIN."
I attempted to hide.
I couldn't meet his eyes for a month. Honestly. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even look at him.
It didn't stop me from having kinky sex with Yamamoto though.
Eventually, though, all was fixed. The Tenth got a new bed and sheets; the mental trauma was almost enough to make him want a new room, but he pulled through.
Then Yamamoto suggested it again.
I stared at him for a moment. "We have caused the Tenth mental anguish by doing that ONCE, and you wanna do it again."
Yamamoto shrugged. "It was good."
"... no. We can raid Hibari's room again though."