65: Hospital Bed
Title: Silky White Needles (Feels like Life)
Author: roxiezeke
Prompt: 65: Hospital Bed
Wordcount: 1983
Notes: THIS IS THE SMUTTY VERSION I PROMISED :D LOOK AT ME I WIN. I have 30 minutes left until my deadline. Absolute win. The not-smutty original version is up at my journal. HAVE FUN :D editps. In my reply to yami_kallima I did a scene with Gokudera doing the actual choppy choppy. If you want to read that it's like, near the bottom of the page. :D HAVE MORE FUN.
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"…I don't know. Something close to you. Attached maybe? A finger, knuckle or two. The usual."
Gokudera grit his teeth, the knife held tight in his fist. He looked up at the grinning suited men before smirking himself, "Not taking a box or anything else. I'm a pianist, you know," He mumbled, licking his lips.
"Point?"
"The fingers stay," Gokudera told. He took a deep breath and held out his tongue, pinching it between his fingernails and putting the knife one knuckle deep to it. He looked up at the horrored face of the men and cast them one last lingering half-smirk before he pressed the knife into the thick muscle.
Gokudera opened his eyes and looked down at the book he was half-reading. It was old and it needed to be translated from Latin to an understandable language for the Tenth. Just because he was told to sit still didn't mean he's be useless. The right hand man is never useless no matter what happens -stitched up tongue or not. He had his clothed back to the door and his hair pulled up in a tight ponytail so it wouldn't flip around everywhere. He couldn't stand it when his hair got in the way of his work.
Even when the door slammed open Gokudera's hand didn't stray from the translations he was writing out. He didn't even look back to see who made a ruckus. His mouth stayed sealed shut; there was no spitting or cursing just a thin-lipped silence, "Gokudera," Yamamoto breath out, the stench of blood following as he wondered deeper into the recovery bay "Gokudera, I heard what you did from Tsuna," He sounded a little worried and a little angry. Gokudera nearly made a sound of disapproval but stopped himself before it left his mouth.
A katana was put down next to him and he felt Yamamoto put his arms up on the bed. Obviously the dumb asshole was on his knees because he was tall enough to do so and dumb enough to flaunt it. Gokudera stopped translating for a second, his pen hovering millimeters above the stark-white paper before pressing down again, the scratching resumed, "Did you really…?"
Gokudera didn't answer, but a line formed in his brow and his glasses became a hindrance so he took them off. He didn't even glance back at Yamamoto.
"Hey, Gokudera, answer me," Yamamoto forced, poking the quarter-Italian in the side with the butt of his katana. He put one battle-scared hand on Gokudera's chin and tried to move his face so Yamamoto could see it. Yamamoto got back-handed slap across the cheek and still no view of Gokudera's face.
Yamamoto gripped his chest, right where it needed to be patched but not badly enough for him to go seek attention right away. Gokudera would always be more important, "Tsuna said you cut off some of your tongue, for Christ's sake, now you're ignoring me!" He snapped, "Gokduera-"
"Gokudera, Gokudera, Gokudera! You fucking asshole!" Gokudera snapped, tossing the book at Yamamoto's face. Yamamoto dodged, just barely, the cover nicked his shoulder. The lisp was obvious as Gokudera seethed out, "You think I want to talk when I sound like a fag?"
Yamamoto balked and looked away, hiding his face behind the bed. He hadn't thought that Gokudera would be self-conscious of the lisp, "I just want to know why…" He mumbled, looking back at Gokudera.
The plastic of the pen was breaking with how hard Gokudera was gripping it. Yamamoto was still such a little kid even when baked with blood. He opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut a second later, after realizing that Yamamoto was trying to get a view of the stitching. He grunted and pushed Yamamoto's katana off the bed in response. He squared off his shoulders and kept his back to Yamamoto, going over the translations since his book was on the ground some way away.
"Look, I'll stop bothering you if you let me see," Yamamoto bargained, sitting on the bed, his own back to Gokudera but he had his head turned so he could kinda see out of the corner of his eye Gokudera rising to sit as well. Yamamoto licked his dry lips, surprised to taste a little blood. So little it wasn't worth his time to actually find out why, his lip was probably chapped. His jacket was deposited somewhere near the door and his black dress shirt was hiding his wound nicely but the white tie had to go. He pulled up and over his head, tossing it by the book, hoping the bloody side turned upside down. It did.
Yamamoto looked back at Gokudera and tried to peak a look at the translations but Gokudera didn't even let him do that. So he whined, "Gokudera, Gokudera, Gokudera," Yamamoto cast an eye on Gokudera to see if the silver-haired man reacted any, "I can go on," He threatened.
"Fine," Gokudera grumbled, turning around to face Yamamoto, who was turning as well. He flicked out his tongue briefly, showing off the blue stitching before clicking his mouth shut again, "Happy?" He asked.
Yamamoto looked at him, a knot in his brow and his lips not smiling like usual, "Gokudera…" He started, tone dark, "How can I be happy when you-"
Gokudera snarled and smashed his hand onto Yamamoto's chin, but he didn't stop there. He let his fingers delve into Yamamoto's mouth and yank out the mans tongue, baring it as he pinched it between his fingers; just as he had done early, but for himself, "You need to seriously shut the fuck up," He warned, yanking on the tongue, much to Yamamoto's distress, "Alright?"
Nodding hurt but Gokudera wouldn't understand if he tried to speak, so Yamamoto nodded slightly, wincing as he went. Gokudera let go of Yamamoto's tongue and slapped the other over the head, "Silly fucker," He mumbled, trying to hide his lisp.
"But still, Gokudera, why would you do that?" Yamamoto pressed, ignoring Gokudera's warning. He avoided the glare and ducked the punch aimed for his temple by standing up, "Gokudera-"
"For the Tenth. That's all you need to know," Gokudera spat, up on his knees so he at least reached Yamamoto's neck. If all else failed he could head butt Yamamoto's windpipe and that'd get the idiot to leave him alone.
Yamamoto took a step forward, one hand out in front of him in case Gokudera felt it the right time to attack him. He got to the edge of the bed, standing in front of Gokudera before he dropped his hands. When he did, Gokudera slapped his hand against Yamamoto's face again and dug his thumb into Yamamoto's mouth, glaring daggers as Yamamoto sputtered. But the longer his thumb stayed there, the more Yamamoto relaxed, and eventually Yamamoto started to lavish the offending thumb with kisses and quiet suckling.
"What are you," Gokudera muttered, licking his lips, disliking the feeling of stitches against his skin, "A baby?" He shifted uncomfortably and Yamamoto seemed to take the cue and got down on his knees so Gokudera could sit with his legs crossed. Yamamoto continued to work on Gokudera's thumb until Gokudera pulled it away.
Yamamoto reached out, wrapping his fingers around the waist band of Gokudera's ratty jeans. Gokudera was sucking off the saliva Yamamoto had slathered over Gokudera's thumb and watching Yamamoto down his nose. Yamamoto unclasped the button that held together Gokudera's pants and pulled down the zipper.
There was a heavy sigh as Gokudera uncrossed his legs and placed them over the side of the bed and on either side of Yamamoto. He leaned back, and asked, "What's with you and sex while we're both hurt?"
Yamamoto looked up at Gokudera through his thin eyelashes and grinned, surprisingly innocent for someone who's palm was rubbing his friends hard-on through a pair of boxer briefs. Yamamoto tugged on the elastic of Gokudera's underwear and Gokudera responded by kicking Yamamoto's side and jerking his hips up briefly, just so Yamamoto could get his underwear down just enough to expose him, "And in a fairly public area," Gokudera added onto his previous complaint, "Anyone could walk in."
"Nah," Yamamoto mumbled as he nuzzled Gokudera's abs, the black shirt pulled over his head so he had to peer through the neck to see Gokudera, "Everyone was decent when they came back. No one should need to be in here," He reasoned, stroking Gokudera's cock with one hand and the back of Gokudera's knee with the other.
Gokudera kicked Yamamoto's side again, "Shamal," He said dumbly, flicking the side of Yamamoto's neck.
"Quickly then," Said Yamamoto as he bent his head down and licked the tip of Gokudera's cock with the brunt of his tongue. Gokudera was used to Yamamoto using the tip of his tongue in the beginning, but he supposed that Yamamoto was present enough to realize that would be awkward considering what Gokudera was missing.
"Jesus you don't give up do you?" The part Italian breathed as he watched Yamamoto suck him off. Yamamoto had his callused hand wrapped around the base of Gokudera's cock and sometimes his fingers would stray and start fondling Gokudera's balls for a while. Gokudera tilted his head to one side, his eyes half mast but he had the mind not to let his mouth hang open as he panted. He spotted what Yamamoto's other hand was doing and scowled, "You know, if you're that needy I can do that with my own hand."
Yamamoto pulled back and laughed breathily, laying a kiss on Gokudera's hip before answering, "No," He sounded like a leaf in the wind, "No, I got it. I'm cool."
There was a snort of disbelief from Gokudera, but Gokudera didn't press the point. Yamamoto was back on his cock, licking and working on Gokudera's dick like it was what he was born to do. Yamamoto moved forward so he could deep-throat Gokudera, accidentally bumping his katana but he didn't let himself get distracted from the task at hand. He forced his gag reflexes to relax and swallowed Gokudera's cock to the hilt.
A muffled curse and yet another swift kick to the side was all Yamamoto got in response, but the look on Gokudera's face was worth it. He pulled back as Gokudera came, so he just had the head in his mouth and swallowed as much as he could. He wiped the rest off with the back of his hand after he finished tucking Gokudera back into his pants and doing the jeans back up.
His own orgasm was a little messier and had come before Gokudera's, but he used his discarded white tie to clean himself up. He got back up onto his feet and beamed down at Gokudera who was just glaring at him, "Good as new," Yamamoto chirped, stuffing his tie into his back pocket. He then bent over and picked up the book Gokudera had thrown at him, "I need to go," He started, applying some pressure to his wound because it seemed to just be getting worse, "So um, have fun reading…"
"Latin," Gokudera supplied, looking a little bored as he put his glasses back on.
"Yeah," Yamamoto laughed, giving Gokudera back the book, "Have fun reading Latin." He kicking his katana up off the ground and perched it over his shoulder. He hooked his arms over the lacquered sheath and smiled over at Gokudera.
Gokudera just flicked his tongue out again, showing Yamamoto the stitching again. He looked over Yamamoto's displeased face and snorted, "For Tenth, remember?"
The heels of Yamamoto's Italian leather shoes clicked on the tile as Yamamoto started his way out of the recovery bay. He picked up his jacket and opened the door. He tossed Gokudera another smile over his shoulder and left the room, closing the door soundly after him.
Author: roxiezeke
Prompt: 65: Hospital Bed
Wordcount: 1983
Notes: THIS IS THE SMUTTY VERSION I PROMISED :D LOOK AT ME I WIN. I have 30 minutes left until my deadline. Absolute win. The not-smutty original version is up at my journal. HAVE FUN :D editps. In my reply to yami_kallima I did a scene with Gokudera doing the actual choppy choppy. If you want to read that it's like, near the bottom of the page. :D HAVE MORE FUN.
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"…I don't know. Something close to you. Attached maybe? A finger, knuckle or two. The usual."
Gokudera grit his teeth, the knife held tight in his fist. He looked up at the grinning suited men before smirking himself, "Not taking a box or anything else. I'm a pianist, you know," He mumbled, licking his lips.
"Point?"
"The fingers stay," Gokudera told. He took a deep breath and held out his tongue, pinching it between his fingernails and putting the knife one knuckle deep to it. He looked up at the horrored face of the men and cast them one last lingering half-smirk before he pressed the knife into the thick muscle.
Gokudera opened his eyes and looked down at the book he was half-reading. It was old and it needed to be translated from Latin to an understandable language for the Tenth. Just because he was told to sit still didn't mean he's be useless. The right hand man is never useless no matter what happens -stitched up tongue or not. He had his clothed back to the door and his hair pulled up in a tight ponytail so it wouldn't flip around everywhere. He couldn't stand it when his hair got in the way of his work.
Even when the door slammed open Gokudera's hand didn't stray from the translations he was writing out. He didn't even look back to see who made a ruckus. His mouth stayed sealed shut; there was no spitting or cursing just a thin-lipped silence, "Gokudera," Yamamoto breath out, the stench of blood following as he wondered deeper into the recovery bay "Gokudera, I heard what you did from Tsuna," He sounded a little worried and a little angry. Gokudera nearly made a sound of disapproval but stopped himself before it left his mouth.
A katana was put down next to him and he felt Yamamoto put his arms up on the bed. Obviously the dumb asshole was on his knees because he was tall enough to do so and dumb enough to flaunt it. Gokudera stopped translating for a second, his pen hovering millimeters above the stark-white paper before pressing down again, the scratching resumed, "Did you really…?"
Gokudera didn't answer, but a line formed in his brow and his glasses became a hindrance so he took them off. He didn't even glance back at Yamamoto.
"Hey, Gokudera, answer me," Yamamoto forced, poking the quarter-Italian in the side with the butt of his katana. He put one battle-scared hand on Gokudera's chin and tried to move his face so Yamamoto could see it. Yamamoto got back-handed slap across the cheek and still no view of Gokudera's face.
Yamamoto gripped his chest, right where it needed to be patched but not badly enough for him to go seek attention right away. Gokudera would always be more important, "Tsuna said you cut off some of your tongue, for Christ's sake, now you're ignoring me!" He snapped, "Gokduera-"
"Gokudera, Gokudera, Gokudera! You fucking asshole!" Gokudera snapped, tossing the book at Yamamoto's face. Yamamoto dodged, just barely, the cover nicked his shoulder. The lisp was obvious as Gokudera seethed out, "You think I want to talk when I sound like a fag?"
Yamamoto balked and looked away, hiding his face behind the bed. He hadn't thought that Gokudera would be self-conscious of the lisp, "I just want to know why…" He mumbled, looking back at Gokudera.
The plastic of the pen was breaking with how hard Gokudera was gripping it. Yamamoto was still such a little kid even when baked with blood. He opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut a second later, after realizing that Yamamoto was trying to get a view of the stitching. He grunted and pushed Yamamoto's katana off the bed in response. He squared off his shoulders and kept his back to Yamamoto, going over the translations since his book was on the ground some way away.
"Look, I'll stop bothering you if you let me see," Yamamoto bargained, sitting on the bed, his own back to Gokudera but he had his head turned so he could kinda see out of the corner of his eye Gokudera rising to sit as well. Yamamoto licked his dry lips, surprised to taste a little blood. So little it wasn't worth his time to actually find out why, his lip was probably chapped. His jacket was deposited somewhere near the door and his black dress shirt was hiding his wound nicely but the white tie had to go. He pulled up and over his head, tossing it by the book, hoping the bloody side turned upside down. It did.
Yamamoto looked back at Gokudera and tried to peak a look at the translations but Gokudera didn't even let him do that. So he whined, "Gokudera, Gokudera, Gokudera," Yamamoto cast an eye on Gokudera to see if the silver-haired man reacted any, "I can go on," He threatened.
"Fine," Gokudera grumbled, turning around to face Yamamoto, who was turning as well. He flicked out his tongue briefly, showing off the blue stitching before clicking his mouth shut again, "Happy?" He asked.
Yamamoto looked at him, a knot in his brow and his lips not smiling like usual, "Gokudera…" He started, tone dark, "How can I be happy when you-"
Gokudera snarled and smashed his hand onto Yamamoto's chin, but he didn't stop there. He let his fingers delve into Yamamoto's mouth and yank out the mans tongue, baring it as he pinched it between his fingers; just as he had done early, but for himself, "You need to seriously shut the fuck up," He warned, yanking on the tongue, much to Yamamoto's distress, "Alright?"
Nodding hurt but Gokudera wouldn't understand if he tried to speak, so Yamamoto nodded slightly, wincing as he went. Gokudera let go of Yamamoto's tongue and slapped the other over the head, "Silly fucker," He mumbled, trying to hide his lisp.
"But still, Gokudera, why would you do that?" Yamamoto pressed, ignoring Gokudera's warning. He avoided the glare and ducked the punch aimed for his temple by standing up, "Gokudera-"
"For the Tenth. That's all you need to know," Gokudera spat, up on his knees so he at least reached Yamamoto's neck. If all else failed he could head butt Yamamoto's windpipe and that'd get the idiot to leave him alone.
Yamamoto took a step forward, one hand out in front of him in case Gokudera felt it the right time to attack him. He got to the edge of the bed, standing in front of Gokudera before he dropped his hands. When he did, Gokudera slapped his hand against Yamamoto's face again and dug his thumb into Yamamoto's mouth, glaring daggers as Yamamoto sputtered. But the longer his thumb stayed there, the more Yamamoto relaxed, and eventually Yamamoto started to lavish the offending thumb with kisses and quiet suckling.
"What are you," Gokudera muttered, licking his lips, disliking the feeling of stitches against his skin, "A baby?" He shifted uncomfortably and Yamamoto seemed to take the cue and got down on his knees so Gokudera could sit with his legs crossed. Yamamoto continued to work on Gokudera's thumb until Gokudera pulled it away.
Yamamoto reached out, wrapping his fingers around the waist band of Gokudera's ratty jeans. Gokudera was sucking off the saliva Yamamoto had slathered over Gokudera's thumb and watching Yamamoto down his nose. Yamamoto unclasped the button that held together Gokudera's pants and pulled down the zipper.
There was a heavy sigh as Gokudera uncrossed his legs and placed them over the side of the bed and on either side of Yamamoto. He leaned back, and asked, "What's with you and sex while we're both hurt?"
Yamamoto looked up at Gokudera through his thin eyelashes and grinned, surprisingly innocent for someone who's palm was rubbing his friends hard-on through a pair of boxer briefs. Yamamoto tugged on the elastic of Gokudera's underwear and Gokudera responded by kicking Yamamoto's side and jerking his hips up briefly, just so Yamamoto could get his underwear down just enough to expose him, "And in a fairly public area," Gokudera added onto his previous complaint, "Anyone could walk in."
"Nah," Yamamoto mumbled as he nuzzled Gokudera's abs, the black shirt pulled over his head so he had to peer through the neck to see Gokudera, "Everyone was decent when they came back. No one should need to be in here," He reasoned, stroking Gokudera's cock with one hand and the back of Gokudera's knee with the other.
Gokudera kicked Yamamoto's side again, "Shamal," He said dumbly, flicking the side of Yamamoto's neck.
"Quickly then," Said Yamamoto as he bent his head down and licked the tip of Gokudera's cock with the brunt of his tongue. Gokudera was used to Yamamoto using the tip of his tongue in the beginning, but he supposed that Yamamoto was present enough to realize that would be awkward considering what Gokudera was missing.
"Jesus you don't give up do you?" The part Italian breathed as he watched Yamamoto suck him off. Yamamoto had his callused hand wrapped around the base of Gokudera's cock and sometimes his fingers would stray and start fondling Gokudera's balls for a while. Gokudera tilted his head to one side, his eyes half mast but he had the mind not to let his mouth hang open as he panted. He spotted what Yamamoto's other hand was doing and scowled, "You know, if you're that needy I can do that with my own hand."
Yamamoto pulled back and laughed breathily, laying a kiss on Gokudera's hip before answering, "No," He sounded like a leaf in the wind, "No, I got it. I'm cool."
There was a snort of disbelief from Gokudera, but Gokudera didn't press the point. Yamamoto was back on his cock, licking and working on Gokudera's dick like it was what he was born to do. Yamamoto moved forward so he could deep-throat Gokudera, accidentally bumping his katana but he didn't let himself get distracted from the task at hand. He forced his gag reflexes to relax and swallowed Gokudera's cock to the hilt.
A muffled curse and yet another swift kick to the side was all Yamamoto got in response, but the look on Gokudera's face was worth it. He pulled back as Gokudera came, so he just had the head in his mouth and swallowed as much as he could. He wiped the rest off with the back of his hand after he finished tucking Gokudera back into his pants and doing the jeans back up.
His own orgasm was a little messier and had come before Gokudera's, but he used his discarded white tie to clean himself up. He got back up onto his feet and beamed down at Gokudera who was just glaring at him, "Good as new," Yamamoto chirped, stuffing his tie into his back pocket. He then bent over and picked up the book Gokudera had thrown at him, "I need to go," He started, applying some pressure to his wound because it seemed to just be getting worse, "So um, have fun reading…"
"Latin," Gokudera supplied, looking a little bored as he put his glasses back on.
"Yeah," Yamamoto laughed, giving Gokudera back the book, "Have fun reading Latin." He kicking his katana up off the ground and perched it over his shoulder. He hooked his arms over the lacquered sheath and smiled over at Gokudera.
Gokudera just flicked his tongue out again, showing Yamamoto the stitching again. He looked over Yamamoto's displeased face and snorted, "For Tenth, remember?"
The heels of Yamamoto's Italian leather shoes clicked on the tile as Yamamoto started his way out of the recovery bay. He picked up his jacket and opened the door. He tossed Gokudera another smile over his shoulder and left the room, closing the door soundly after him.