Fic: Nursemaid (Prince of Tennis, Inui/Shinji, challenge #18)
Nursemaid
By: Liz
Pairing: Inui/Shinji
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Theme: #18. "say ahh...."*
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. I do not claim to own them, and I am not making any profit off of this. This is just fun in a fandom I enjoy. If you want to sue me for all I’m worth…please do! You’re welcome to my student loans and other bills.
Rating: PG-13
This follows Experimental.
Previous parts can be found here.
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“Sadaharu…you don’t look so good….”
“I feel fine, Shinji, really, I do.” Inui coughed then, belying his statement.
Shinji just shook his head and dragged Inui up off the park bench. “If you’re getting sick, the evening air won’t do you any good. I’m taking you home and putting you to bed.”
“Oh?” Inui grinned even as he swayed a little. “And what will you do with me when you-” A coughing fit interrupted him. “Get me there,” he finished a little weakly.
“Tuck you in, take your temperature, and feed you medication.” Shinji steered Inui out of the park and towards his apartment. “And see if you have any soup in that prepackaged mess you call a pantry.”
“There’s nothing wrong with our food supply,” Inui protested, trying to fight Shinji off but finding himself unable to do so. “Everything in there is nutritionally balanced, designed for convenience and easy preparation….”
“And for a single person to be able to handle.” Shinji sighed. “I’m going to have to make you have dinner at my house one night, so you can see how a real family does it. Talking, arguing, laughing, and food that didn’t come from a box.” He pulled Inui into the apartment building and onto the elevator. “Keys, please?”
“Here.” Inui officially gave up as he handed Shinji his keys, turning over all control of his well-being to his boyfriend.
“Good Sadaharu.” Shinji got the door unlocked and the two of them inside. “Now go get changed and into bed, please.”
“Do I get a treat, at least?” Inui rolled his eyes as he dragged himself off to his room. All right, I’m not feeling my best, but I am not that sick. As he changed, another fit of coughing made Inui see stars, and he had to sit quickly before he fell over. Okay, maybe I am, but does he have to act like it?
Meanwhile, Shinji was in the bathroom, raiding the medicine cabinet. “Yes, you’ll not be tied down to the bed by me!” Shinji shouted in response to Inui, then continued sorting through the medical supplies muttering to himself as he did so. “Thermometer, don’t need bandages or gauze, iodine? Who still uses iodine, anyway? Cough medicine, stomach medicine, peroxide, aspirin...sutures? What kind of injuries does this family get anyway?” Shaking his head, Shinji gathered up the things he did need and headed back to Inui’s room. “Are you decent in there?”
“Does it matter if you’re just going to tie me to the bed?” Inui grinned up at Shinji from where he was, in fact, dressed in sweats and in bed.
“Well, yes.” Shinji smiled and started arranging things on Inui’s nightstand. “I’d hate for you to get chilly or something. Now say ahhh.” Shinji picked up the thermometer and held it in front of Inui’s mouth.
“Yes, mother.” Inui decided that arguing would get him nowhere except coughing more, and he obediently opened his mouth so that Shinji could shove the thermometer in.
“Well, if your mother was around, she could be doing this, and not me.” Shinji shook his head. “Keep that in there while I see if you have soup, or something that resembles it.”
Inui repressed the urge to sigh and resigned himself to staring at the ceiling for the next three minutes.
Shinji returned just as the three minutes were up. “I’m surprised,” he said as he took the thermometer out of Inui’s mouth. “You have miso and chicken in there. Hmmm…bit of a fever.” He handed Inui some aspirin and the water. “Take this, then some cough medicine.”
Inui took the pills as Shinji poured the cough medicine into the dosing cup. “How did you get so good at this,” he asked curiously.
“Good at what?” Shinji took the glass from Inui and handed him the cough medicine.
Inui wisely downed the cough medicine before elaborating. “So good at…well, this.” He gestured at Shinji’s actions. “Taking care of someone who might be sick.”
“Is sick,” Shinji corrected. “And I have little sisters, remember? I can’t count the number of times I’ve sat up with one, or both of them.”
“You’re a good brother.” Inui wondered what that must be like, having someone to take care of you. “What did you do with them?”
“It depended on the illness and the sister. I’ve done everything from read the same story thirty times in a row to playing dolls and ponies with them.” Shinji blushed a little as he admitted that. “Rei-chan is very independent. She’ll want to try and do things for herself. Rumi-chan is different. She likes me to get into bed with her and cuddle.”
“Now that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Inui coughed a little, then continued. “Would you cuddle with me, Shinji?”
Shinji blushed redder. “But...your soup, and is there even enough room? I don’t know….”
Inui smiled. “I’m not really hungry right now. I’m more tired. And the bed is plenty big enough. You don’t take up a lot of space.” Inui patted the bed next to him. “I promise that I won’t try anything, Shinji. I just…want to be held.”
“Well…if that’s all….” Shinji sighed and gave in, crawling into bed next to Inui, pulling up the covers, and wrapping his arms around him. “Is this good?”
“Perfect.” Inui snuggled a little closer to Shinji and kissed Shinji’s chest through his shirt. “Thank you for doing this for me, Shinji.”
“Of course, Sadaharu.” Shinji kissed Inui’s forehead. “I just want you to rest and get better. Being sick is horrible, I know.”
“Mmmm….” Inui closed his eyes and silence reigned for several minutes. Then: “Shinji?”
“Yes, Sadaharu?”
“Tell me a story?”
--The End--
By: Liz
Pairing: Inui/Shinji
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Theme: #18. "say ahh...."*
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. I do not claim to own them, and I am not making any profit off of this. This is just fun in a fandom I enjoy. If you want to sue me for all I’m worth…please do! You’re welcome to my student loans and other bills.
Rating: PG-13
This follows Experimental.
Previous parts can be found here.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Sadaharu…you don’t look so good….”
“I feel fine, Shinji, really, I do.” Inui coughed then, belying his statement.
Shinji just shook his head and dragged Inui up off the park bench. “If you’re getting sick, the evening air won’t do you any good. I’m taking you home and putting you to bed.”
“Oh?” Inui grinned even as he swayed a little. “And what will you do with me when you-” A coughing fit interrupted him. “Get me there,” he finished a little weakly.
“Tuck you in, take your temperature, and feed you medication.” Shinji steered Inui out of the park and towards his apartment. “And see if you have any soup in that prepackaged mess you call a pantry.”
“There’s nothing wrong with our food supply,” Inui protested, trying to fight Shinji off but finding himself unable to do so. “Everything in there is nutritionally balanced, designed for convenience and easy preparation….”
“And for a single person to be able to handle.” Shinji sighed. “I’m going to have to make you have dinner at my house one night, so you can see how a real family does it. Talking, arguing, laughing, and food that didn’t come from a box.” He pulled Inui into the apartment building and onto the elevator. “Keys, please?”
“Here.” Inui officially gave up as he handed Shinji his keys, turning over all control of his well-being to his boyfriend.
“Good Sadaharu.” Shinji got the door unlocked and the two of them inside. “Now go get changed and into bed, please.”
“Do I get a treat, at least?” Inui rolled his eyes as he dragged himself off to his room. All right, I’m not feeling my best, but I am not that sick. As he changed, another fit of coughing made Inui see stars, and he had to sit quickly before he fell over. Okay, maybe I am, but does he have to act like it?
Meanwhile, Shinji was in the bathroom, raiding the medicine cabinet. “Yes, you’ll not be tied down to the bed by me!” Shinji shouted in response to Inui, then continued sorting through the medical supplies muttering to himself as he did so. “Thermometer, don’t need bandages or gauze, iodine? Who still uses iodine, anyway? Cough medicine, stomach medicine, peroxide, aspirin...sutures? What kind of injuries does this family get anyway?” Shaking his head, Shinji gathered up the things he did need and headed back to Inui’s room. “Are you decent in there?”
“Does it matter if you’re just going to tie me to the bed?” Inui grinned up at Shinji from where he was, in fact, dressed in sweats and in bed.
“Well, yes.” Shinji smiled and started arranging things on Inui’s nightstand. “I’d hate for you to get chilly or something. Now say ahhh.” Shinji picked up the thermometer and held it in front of Inui’s mouth.
“Yes, mother.” Inui decided that arguing would get him nowhere except coughing more, and he obediently opened his mouth so that Shinji could shove the thermometer in.
“Well, if your mother was around, she could be doing this, and not me.” Shinji shook his head. “Keep that in there while I see if you have soup, or something that resembles it.”
Inui repressed the urge to sigh and resigned himself to staring at the ceiling for the next three minutes.
Shinji returned just as the three minutes were up. “I’m surprised,” he said as he took the thermometer out of Inui’s mouth. “You have miso and chicken in there. Hmmm…bit of a fever.” He handed Inui some aspirin and the water. “Take this, then some cough medicine.”
Inui took the pills as Shinji poured the cough medicine into the dosing cup. “How did you get so good at this,” he asked curiously.
“Good at what?” Shinji took the glass from Inui and handed him the cough medicine.
Inui wisely downed the cough medicine before elaborating. “So good at…well, this.” He gestured at Shinji’s actions. “Taking care of someone who might be sick.”
“Is sick,” Shinji corrected. “And I have little sisters, remember? I can’t count the number of times I’ve sat up with one, or both of them.”
“You’re a good brother.” Inui wondered what that must be like, having someone to take care of you. “What did you do with them?”
“It depended on the illness and the sister. I’ve done everything from read the same story thirty times in a row to playing dolls and ponies with them.” Shinji blushed a little as he admitted that. “Rei-chan is very independent. She’ll want to try and do things for herself. Rumi-chan is different. She likes me to get into bed with her and cuddle.”
“Now that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Inui coughed a little, then continued. “Would you cuddle with me, Shinji?”
Shinji blushed redder. “But...your soup, and is there even enough room? I don’t know….”
Inui smiled. “I’m not really hungry right now. I’m more tired. And the bed is plenty big enough. You don’t take up a lot of space.” Inui patted the bed next to him. “I promise that I won’t try anything, Shinji. I just…want to be held.”
“Well…if that’s all….” Shinji sighed and gave in, crawling into bed next to Inui, pulling up the covers, and wrapping his arms around him. “Is this good?”
“Perfect.” Inui snuggled a little closer to Shinji and kissed Shinji’s chest through his shirt. “Thank you for doing this for me, Shinji.”
“Of course, Sadaharu.” Shinji kissed Inui’s forehead. “I just want you to rest and get better. Being sick is horrible, I know.”
“Mmmm….” Inui closed his eyes and silence reigned for several minutes. Then: “Shinji?”
“Yes, Sadaharu?”
“Tell me a story?”
--The End--