Messing with my head(8059 fanfiction)
I thought of this the other day when I was suffering from a migraine,and had to take some Tylenol.I thought about how Gokudera would handle the pain,and this is the result...I had been itching to write some more random fanfiction so inspiration came at the right time.
Messing with my head
atarashii_kashi
Rating PG-13
Pairing 8059
Warning possible typos,sloppy writing,strange liquids,and a disgruntled nurse
Summary Gokudera has a migraine so he asks for Shamal for help,and ends up getting something he didn't expect.
“Why does the sun have to so damn bright all the time?” Gokudera muttered to himself as he fumbled for the lighter in his pocket. Of all the days it had to be sunny, it had to be on the day that he had…quite possibly the worst migraine ever. He wasn’t really sure why he had one or what triggered it in the first place but all he knew was that the Tylenol was not kicking in fast enough, and if he didn’t find the damn lighter soon he might go insane.
As he walked down the street in no particular direction frantically searching his brain for something to distract him from the pain he thought back to what he knew about migraines. Usually it was more common to have them if someone else in the family did, and to his knowledge no one in his immediate family suffered from them. If Bianchi did she hid the symptoms quite well,although it might explain her reason for screaming at everyone in the house to stay quiet at least once a month…which actually kind of defeated the purpose.
The pain was becoming too much by this point, and he was beginning to wonder how Tylenol stayed in business when their product was so ineffective. Needing a fix he decided to get in touch with Shamal, if anyone could help him it would be the pervert in the lab coat. Without a second thought he ran to the local clinic where Shamal had been recently working under the pretense of wanting to help the community but Gokudera knew better, he just wanted to work there because the nurses were cute.
By the time he made it to the clinic it felt as if his brain was conspiring against him, the pain had become so intense that he felt as if he could pass out any second. When he found Shamal he was chatting up some young brunette nurse who looked about ready to slap him senseless. Before she could get in her hit Gokudera grabbed him by the collar of his coat, and dragged him down the hallway leaving the nurse slightly confused and a little mad (she had really wanted to slap that bastard!).
Shamal looked slightly disoriented as Gokudera stared him in the eye and said in a very hoarse whisper “I need some drugs”. Shamal looked slightly surprised, and with a heavy sigh and ruffle of his hair he said “What? Are you a junkie now? I can’t deal you anything…at least not for free”. Gokudera seriously wanted to gag him, how could he misunderstand such a simple request, and especially when he felt like he was about to die…not to mention he was a little annoyed that Shamal would think he would do more than smoke he was actually trying to quit (he didn’t want to smoke up Tsuna’s room after all).
“I don’t want drugs like that!” Gokudera cried, and automatically regretted it everything he said seemed to echo painfully in his head. “I want some drugs to make this damn migraine go away” he said in a whisper as Shamal merely said “Ah” and began to dig in the confines of his coat and produced a small vial filled with a clear liquid.
“Drink that” he said turning his back on Gokudera and added “And next time if you have a problem don’t talk to me when I’m working…unless it’s a real emergency”. “Working? Working my ass” thought Gokudera he could hardly see flirting as real work but he didn’t complain as he sipped the contents of the vial and made an odd face, it tasted like Shamal had put everything Bianchi had ever cooked into a blender and hit puree’.
But he soon forgot about the awful taste as he felt the effects of the odd concoction taking action. Finally feeling good enough to make the trek home he left the clinic just as Shamal’s cheek made contact with the nurse’s hand. The day seemed to be heading in a good direction as he made his way to the cross walk only to be stopped by a familiar voice. “Yo! Gokudera! Wait up!” said the voice, and it was at this point that Gokudera gave up all hope of ever getting home; he would die of annoyance first.
Of course it was Yamamoto, it was always Yamamoto calling him, it always had to be him…why couldn’t it be the Tenth, or turf head, or Hibari, or better yet why not the grim reaper? Yamamoto came running up to him with that usual smile of his that always succeeded in pissing him off. But today for some reason he really wanted to wipe that smile off his face, he wasn’t sure how exactly but he knew it had to be done…well he could always kiss him…then he wouldn’t be smiling.
Startled by his thought Gokudera looked around was the sky still blue? Had the world ended? There weren’t any pigs falling from the sky yet, right? So then why did that thought cross his mind? It had to be some kind of cosmic joke either that or he ate something bad…yeah, that was it. Yamamoto by now was wondering why Gokudera hadn’t given him his daily tongue-lashing. Gokudera would’ve happily agreed to give him one…but a very different kind of tongue lashing than what Yamamoto was thinking.
Gokudera had no idea why these thoughts kept popping into his head, it was bad enough he was thinking these thoughts but it was even worse that these thoughts were making him for lack of a better word…horny. He was almost scared to look at Yamamoto for fear of jumping him in a fit of desperate need. Feeling slightly woozy he leaned against the telephone pole behind him for support, and once again tried to find his lighter.
Yamamoto was looking concerned at this point he had never known Gokudera to not insult him right off the bat. There was only one explanation for his lack of verbal abuse, and that must be some kind of odd jungle virus. “Are you ok?” Yamamoto asked, hesitance slipping into his voice as he eyed the boy in front of him. Without thinking he reached out to feel his forehead only to have his hand slapped away.
“I don’t need your help” Gokudera said through clenched teeth, it was taking all he had not to jump Yamamoto. That simple touch had sent a jolt of electricity through Gokudera’s entire body, and unfortunately it had stopped right at Gokudera’s groin. “Damn” sighed Gokudera he was feeling hotter by the second, and looking at the look of concern on Yamamoto’s face certainly wasn’t helping.
His mind was playing cruel tricks on him it seemed like Yamamoto’s lips were moving more than they should’ve been, it seemed like he was saying things…dirty things which he had no business saying, and especially not to Gokudera. Gokudera was obviously delusional at this point, and the heat in his body had his thoughts racing. Yamamoto had noticed the change in his friend, and seeing Gokudera swaying he held out his hand to steady him.
That’s when Gokudera snapped, he took Yamamoto’s hand with a strength he didn’t know he had, and kissed it. Yamamoto looked slightly taken aback at the gesture despite the fact that he was staring to turn a dark shade of red. “What are you doing Gokudera?” he asked hesitantly afraid the mere sound of his voice would break the spell over Gokudera and the moment would be over. “Shut up” Gokudera said in an almost breathy whisper as he sucked Yamamoto’s index finger “You’ve driven me crazy for too long now, and I can’t stand it anymore”.
The world must be ending was the only thought that could come to Yamamoto’s mind as he felt Gokudera’s mouth roam around his hand, and then he felt it leave. Yamamoto had been enjoying the contact so when he felt it go away he was slightly disappointed but Gokudera made up for it by kissing him forcefully on the mouth.
It seemed Gokudera needed it more than Yamamoto did because the sounds he were making were overly erotic. Yamamoto was getting a little hot around the collar, he was getting so hot he forgot who he was kissing, and let his hands roam to Gokudera’s ass. Gokudera moaned again as he felt Yamamoto fiddling with the belt of his pant, and it was at this point Shamal was nursing his wounded cheek with an icepack, and digging around in his coat. “Dammit” he said as he kept searching and coming up empty “That love potion I was saving for that hot nurse is gone…don’t tell me I gave it to Gokudera thinking it was medicine”. As he face palmed himself, and bemoaned his misfortune the nurse had overheard him, and decided slapping him again would be too easy she would wait for when he least expected it.
I hope you enjoyed this.This was written on a mere whim after my headache subsided so I'm sorry if it turned out weird.I think the migraine scrambled my brain.
Messing with my head
atarashii_kashi
Rating PG-13
Pairing 8059
Warning possible typos,sloppy writing,strange liquids,and a disgruntled nurse
Summary Gokudera has a migraine so he asks for Shamal for help,and ends up getting something he didn't expect.
“Why does the sun have to so damn bright all the time?” Gokudera muttered to himself as he fumbled for the lighter in his pocket. Of all the days it had to be sunny, it had to be on the day that he had…quite possibly the worst migraine ever. He wasn’t really sure why he had one or what triggered it in the first place but all he knew was that the Tylenol was not kicking in fast enough, and if he didn’t find the damn lighter soon he might go insane.
As he walked down the street in no particular direction frantically searching his brain for something to distract him from the pain he thought back to what he knew about migraines. Usually it was more common to have them if someone else in the family did, and to his knowledge no one in his immediate family suffered from them. If Bianchi did she hid the symptoms quite well,although it might explain her reason for screaming at everyone in the house to stay quiet at least once a month…which actually kind of defeated the purpose.
The pain was becoming too much by this point, and he was beginning to wonder how Tylenol stayed in business when their product was so ineffective. Needing a fix he decided to get in touch with Shamal, if anyone could help him it would be the pervert in the lab coat. Without a second thought he ran to the local clinic where Shamal had been recently working under the pretense of wanting to help the community but Gokudera knew better, he just wanted to work there because the nurses were cute.
By the time he made it to the clinic it felt as if his brain was conspiring against him, the pain had become so intense that he felt as if he could pass out any second. When he found Shamal he was chatting up some young brunette nurse who looked about ready to slap him senseless. Before she could get in her hit Gokudera grabbed him by the collar of his coat, and dragged him down the hallway leaving the nurse slightly confused and a little mad (she had really wanted to slap that bastard!).
Shamal looked slightly disoriented as Gokudera stared him in the eye and said in a very hoarse whisper “I need some drugs”. Shamal looked slightly surprised, and with a heavy sigh and ruffle of his hair he said “What? Are you a junkie now? I can’t deal you anything…at least not for free”. Gokudera seriously wanted to gag him, how could he misunderstand such a simple request, and especially when he felt like he was about to die…not to mention he was a little annoyed that Shamal would think he would do more than smoke he was actually trying to quit (he didn’t want to smoke up Tsuna’s room after all).
“I don’t want drugs like that!” Gokudera cried, and automatically regretted it everything he said seemed to echo painfully in his head. “I want some drugs to make this damn migraine go away” he said in a whisper as Shamal merely said “Ah” and began to dig in the confines of his coat and produced a small vial filled with a clear liquid.
“Drink that” he said turning his back on Gokudera and added “And next time if you have a problem don’t talk to me when I’m working…unless it’s a real emergency”. “Working? Working my ass” thought Gokudera he could hardly see flirting as real work but he didn’t complain as he sipped the contents of the vial and made an odd face, it tasted like Shamal had put everything Bianchi had ever cooked into a blender and hit puree’.
But he soon forgot about the awful taste as he felt the effects of the odd concoction taking action. Finally feeling good enough to make the trek home he left the clinic just as Shamal’s cheek made contact with the nurse’s hand. The day seemed to be heading in a good direction as he made his way to the cross walk only to be stopped by a familiar voice. “Yo! Gokudera! Wait up!” said the voice, and it was at this point that Gokudera gave up all hope of ever getting home; he would die of annoyance first.
Of course it was Yamamoto, it was always Yamamoto calling him, it always had to be him…why couldn’t it be the Tenth, or turf head, or Hibari, or better yet why not the grim reaper? Yamamoto came running up to him with that usual smile of his that always succeeded in pissing him off. But today for some reason he really wanted to wipe that smile off his face, he wasn’t sure how exactly but he knew it had to be done…well he could always kiss him…then he wouldn’t be smiling.
Startled by his thought Gokudera looked around was the sky still blue? Had the world ended? There weren’t any pigs falling from the sky yet, right? So then why did that thought cross his mind? It had to be some kind of cosmic joke either that or he ate something bad…yeah, that was it. Yamamoto by now was wondering why Gokudera hadn’t given him his daily tongue-lashing. Gokudera would’ve happily agreed to give him one…but a very different kind of tongue lashing than what Yamamoto was thinking.
Gokudera had no idea why these thoughts kept popping into his head, it was bad enough he was thinking these thoughts but it was even worse that these thoughts were making him for lack of a better word…horny. He was almost scared to look at Yamamoto for fear of jumping him in a fit of desperate need. Feeling slightly woozy he leaned against the telephone pole behind him for support, and once again tried to find his lighter.
Yamamoto was looking concerned at this point he had never known Gokudera to not insult him right off the bat. There was only one explanation for his lack of verbal abuse, and that must be some kind of odd jungle virus. “Are you ok?” Yamamoto asked, hesitance slipping into his voice as he eyed the boy in front of him. Without thinking he reached out to feel his forehead only to have his hand slapped away.
“I don’t need your help” Gokudera said through clenched teeth, it was taking all he had not to jump Yamamoto. That simple touch had sent a jolt of electricity through Gokudera’s entire body, and unfortunately it had stopped right at Gokudera’s groin. “Damn” sighed Gokudera he was feeling hotter by the second, and looking at the look of concern on Yamamoto’s face certainly wasn’t helping.
His mind was playing cruel tricks on him it seemed like Yamamoto’s lips were moving more than they should’ve been, it seemed like he was saying things…dirty things which he had no business saying, and especially not to Gokudera. Gokudera was obviously delusional at this point, and the heat in his body had his thoughts racing. Yamamoto had noticed the change in his friend, and seeing Gokudera swaying he held out his hand to steady him.
That’s when Gokudera snapped, he took Yamamoto’s hand with a strength he didn’t know he had, and kissed it. Yamamoto looked slightly taken aback at the gesture despite the fact that he was staring to turn a dark shade of red. “What are you doing Gokudera?” he asked hesitantly afraid the mere sound of his voice would break the spell over Gokudera and the moment would be over. “Shut up” Gokudera said in an almost breathy whisper as he sucked Yamamoto’s index finger “You’ve driven me crazy for too long now, and I can’t stand it anymore”.
The world must be ending was the only thought that could come to Yamamoto’s mind as he felt Gokudera’s mouth roam around his hand, and then he felt it leave. Yamamoto had been enjoying the contact so when he felt it go away he was slightly disappointed but Gokudera made up for it by kissing him forcefully on the mouth.
It seemed Gokudera needed it more than Yamamoto did because the sounds he were making were overly erotic. Yamamoto was getting a little hot around the collar, he was getting so hot he forgot who he was kissing, and let his hands roam to Gokudera’s ass. Gokudera moaned again as he felt Yamamoto fiddling with the belt of his pant, and it was at this point Shamal was nursing his wounded cheek with an icepack, and digging around in his coat. “Dammit” he said as he kept searching and coming up empty “That love potion I was saving for that hot nurse is gone…don’t tell me I gave it to Gokudera thinking it was medicine”. As he face palmed himself, and bemoaned his misfortune the nurse had overheard him, and decided slapping him again would be too easy she would wait for when he least expected it.
I hope you enjoyed this.This was written on a mere whim after my headache subsided so I'm sorry if it turned out weird.I think the migraine scrambled my brain.