Hahaha. Gotta love the lightbulb of wisdom.
So I've noticed that there are a lot of ficcies on this site all about Gokudera giving up smoking for Yamamoto. Now, is that really fair? Why doesn't Yamamoto give something up for a change?
My second 8059/Reborn fanfic. Hope you all like it. I'm actually quite in love with it. One of my best pieces of writing yet. Maybe my best fanfiction. Maybe; not quite sure.

Remember: reviews (positive with good suggestions or critque) not flames make my world go round!!

Enjoy!

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"You know, I hate it when you smoke."

Hayato Gokudera resisted the urge to sink his fist into his companion's face. Taking one last drag from the dying cigarette, he removed it from his lips, glaring at the smiling boy beside him. "What?"

Takeshi Yamamoto laughed good-naturedly. "I do" he stated. "I absolutely hate it when you smoke."

Gokudera took a deep breath, Don't punch him, don't punch him becoming a steady mantra in his head. "And what does my smoking have to do with you" he growled.

Yamamoto looked up at the sky, thoughtful. "Well" he started. "Truthfully, it tastes really nasty when we kiss."

Unfortunately, Gokudera couldn't stop his face reddening in embarrassment. His fingers curled into fists and he imagined beating Yamamoto to a bloody pulp for what he just said.

"Stupid baseball freak" he muttered, taking out his always present cigarette pack. Assuming Yamamoto would drop the topic if he ignored it, Gokudera slowly pulled another death stick from its brethren.

However, Yamamoto didn't seem to comprehend how dangerous the topic of conversation had become. Scooting towards Gokudera, he threw an arm around the smaller boy's shoulders. Using his free hand, Yamamoto snatched both the loose cigarette and its previous pack from Gokudera's grasp.

This time, Gokudera didn't restrain himself. Quickly (and quite happily), he punched Yamamoto in the stomach. Yamamoto gave a small grunt, but his hold on the pack didn't waiver in the slightest.

"Give it back" Gokudera yelled, reaching for them as Yamamoto held his wants over his head. Distantly, this situation reminded him of a toddler screaming at the school bully to give him his teddy bear back.

Yamamoto just smiled at Gokudera's reaction. "Tell you what" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's make a bet."

Gokudera's eyes narrowed. "I don't want to make a fucking bet with you" he grumbled, still stretching for his precious pack though he knew it was hopeless.

"Just hear me out" Yamamoto laughed, and Gokudera let his arms fall, crossing them across his chest. Yamamoto smiled in approval. "So, I want you to give up smoking for a week."

Gokudera stared at the boy. "And what do I get in return" he snapped, his brain working quickly. This could be either hideously bad or amazingly good.

Yamamoto's smile grew even wider, if that was at all possible. He leaned forward, getting closer to Gokudera than was probably necessary, until his mouth was just beside Gokudera's ear. "Anything you want" he whispered.

Gokudera couldn't help but shiver at that. The idea was tempting to say the least. But to give up smoking for a reason like that? No. No, he wanted something more.

The amazing light bulb of wisdom clicked on in Gokudera's head. A wide smirk grew across his face as he saw the brilliance of this plan. He leered menacingly at Yamamoto. Surprised at the change of events, Yamamoto's smile waivered.

This time, Gokudera leaned close to Yamamoto, and gently he pushed him to the ground. Yamamoto's back hit the rooftop with a soft thud, but he didn't have much time to react to this turn of events before Gokudera climbed on top of him.

Well, this was not what Yamamoto had envisioned. He had expected Gokudera to yell some more, but eventually give in the tantalizing idea of having his way with the baseball freak. No, this is not what he though would happen at all.

Now Gokudera leaned forward to whisper in Yamamoto's ear. "Alright" he said. "I'll take you up on that; on one condition." Yamamoto's eyes narrowed at that. This could be bad.

"And that would be" he asked, nervous.

Gokudera just laughed a breathy little laugh. "You have to give up baseball for a week. I'll give up smoking for that same week. Whoever gives into temptation first…well…" Gokudera slowly slide down to Yamamoto's neck and gently bite it. Yamamoto felt a shiver run down his spine. "The other will get to have his way with the loser."

Yamamoto's mind started racing. Give up baseball? Could he? Isn't that what he nearly committed suicide over? But looking into Gokudera's mocking and curious eyes, Yamamoto knew that he could never back down from a challenge.

Yanking his arms out of Gokudera's grasp, he roughly grabbed hold of the other's face, and brought his lips crashing onto his. For mere moments they fought, the kiss turning harsh and passionate. When they both parted for air, Yamamoto grinned up at Gokudera. "Deal."

After all, the idea of doing whatever he wanted to Gokudera was just to appealing to resist.


On the first day, neither saw anything significant change. Sure, Gokudera's mouth felt a bit dry, and Yamamoto slightly wanted to hold a baseball bat, but neither found their temptations to strong.

Stubbornly, naively, they assumed that the rest of the week would be just as easy.

And you know what they say about assuming.

Makes an ass out of you and me.


By the fourth day, both men were absolutely miserable. Gokudera felt as if a ram kept battering the inside of his head, his throat was in a constant state of Sahara Desert dry, and he sent evil thoughts to Yamamoto every chance he got. Yamamoto wasn't doing any better. His fingers tingled whenever he passed a baseball field; he even had to refuse baseball tickets his father had supplied. BASEBALL TICKETS!!! And while Yamamoto didn't send Gokudera evil thoughts (for Yamamoto could never be truly evil), whatever thoughts he sent his way weren't pleasant in any way, shape or form.

By this time of the week, both men were wondering if it was even worth it anymore.


Day six had arrived; both men were mere vegetables now. Tsuna's begging just bounced off their ears. Even though they hated this bet, neither would be the first to back down. Their prides wouldn't be able to withstand the blow.

"Please Gokudera, Yamamoto! Stop this madness!!"

Both men just shrugged off Tsuna's pleas. Even Gokudera ignored his precious Tenth's wishes.

That is the singular most awful sign that something is desperately and terribly wrong.

With a little sigh, Tsuna stood up and abandoned the couple on the roof. "Maybe I'll go hang out with Hibari" he muttered. "He'd probably be more vocal than these two."

Neither responded after Tsuna left. A good ten minutes passed before either said anything.

"Gokudera."

Gokudera started at his name, and dragged himself from the pleasant daydream of dancing cigarettes. Looking up, he saw Yamamoto looking at him with a sort of pain in his eyes. Inwardly, Gokudera smirked. Yes he thought gleefully. Yes, go on, break. I'm sure you'd look fantastic in a schoolgirl uniform.

"Gokudera" Yamamoto moaned again. "I don't know…"

Come on, COME ON!!

"I don't know if I can go on…"

Yes! Admit it! You're weaker than me!

"I need…"

Say it!! Say it!!

"I need you."

YE…wait…what?

"Huh?" Gokudera was confused. His brilliant plan had seemed to have taken a pause. "What are you saying."

Yamamoto moved closer to him, eyes glinting. This time, he pulled Gokudera's face softly towards him, and softly their lips met. Gentle their kiss was, but Yamamoto put every ounce of feeling he could muster. First shock rushed through Gokudera, but as the kiss progressed, he returned the feelings, realizing how they had cut off their ties with each other as part of the bet without meaning too.

As they parted, Yamamoto moved his mouth to Gokudera's ear. "I don't know if I can wait" he whispered, kissing the cartilage. "I need you."

Gokudera pondered this. "It would probably be a good distraction" he considered, trying not to shake in pleasure as Yamamoto continued his ministrations on the sensitive body part.

Without another word, Yamamoto wrapped his fingers around Gokudera's wrist, and standing up, dragged Gokudera all the way to his home, never minding the fact that they were ditching. This was much more important than school would ever be.

The seventh day came and went. They had both survived.

Heavenly choruses from above sang 'Hallelujah" for quite a while, until some conveniently handy dynamite disrupted them for good.

Tsuna was quite happy that the two guardians were back to normal. Gokudera cradled his cigarettes like they were his long lost child, and Yamamoto looked at a baseball bat with such passion, Gokudera almost felt a little jealous.

As Tsuna left them, muttering something about biting and blackmail, Gokudera turned to Yamamoto. "So" he said ruefully. "We both won the bet. So what happens now?"

Yamamoto's complacent smile swiftly turned into a mischievous smirk. Wrapping his arms around Gokudera's waist, he pulled him closer until their bodies were pressed flush together. "Well" he answered thoughtfully. "I guess we can both have our rewards."

Gokudera gave a mirrored smirk. "You'll love a schoolgirl uniform" he said smoothly. "Or is a waitress more in your style?"

"Oh, I think I'll take a schoolgirl, thanks" Yamamoto replied, his voice turning husky. "And I know you'll just love handcuffs."

"Can't wait" Gokudera growled, and both men leaned forward, meeting in a kiss that rivaled any Fabio-on-the-cover romance novel that you can find in any bookstore.

Yep. The things you do for love. It's just heartbreaking.


OMAKE:

Tsuna gasped as he was slammed into the Prefect room's couch. This can't be happening he told himself, pinching himself for good measure. Wake up, wake up!

But of course, all he felt was the slight twinge of pain.

"Now now Vongola, is that any way to react to this?"

This is exactly the way to react to this!!

"I think he's in shock. Can't blame him. I thought you were in prison."

"Oh details, details. I couldn't stay away for too long. So who gets him first?"

"Me."

"Kufufu. So fast. But I would very much like to…"

"Say another word and I'll bite you to death."

"Fine, fine. You may have him. Just leave something left so that I can have a piece, wouldn't you?"

"Hmph."

Tsuna's eyes widened in shock, amazement and terror as Hibari swooped down, kissing him full on the lips as Mukuro sat in the background, enjoying the scene. On the windowsill, Hibird sat, and let out a harsh cry. "Tsuna defeated. Tsuna getting some."


Now you know that Gokudera would totally be a closet crossdresser-lover, and you know Yamamoto would totally be a S&M freak.

And you know that it would be something that Hibird would say. Hibari is a good teacher after all. If Mukuro hadn't helped out along the way. X3

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