[En] A ShuuKira fanfic :)
Title: Look After You - part 1
Pairing: Shuu/Kira
Rating: T
Warnings: yaoi, vulnerable!Shuu, much fluff
A/N: Guess what? Yup, I've caught a cold. That is one of the reasons for which this fic was written. I hope you'll enjoy it, even though it can be little coherent at times. Also, it was not beta-ed, so please let me know of any mistakes you spot!
A series of strong sneezes shook Shuuhei’s body as he struggled with the bed-sheets in order to gain access to the nearest box of paper tissues.
Having a cold sucked, definitely.
He finally grabbed the pristine white, soft paper tissue and blew his nose, relaxing a bit. This relief, however, didn’t last too long, as when he laid down again, a wave of cough almost suffocated him.
As if he weren’t already half-dead from the exhaustion, someone knocked at the door. As Hisagi couldn’t really talk with the cold, he produced a semi-articulated sound to make his presence known. The door opened and through the haze of his fever he noticed the black uniform topped with a head of blonde hair.
“Izuru”, he creaked, then his voice died in another wave of cough.
“Don’t say anything, Shuu, I’m here to take care of you”, Kira said with a smile, putting an armful of strange objects on a chair. He then kneeled beside Hisagi’s futon and put a hand on his forehead.
“I talked with your 3rd seat and he said you’ve called in sick, so I thought I’d go and see you after my work. I used to be in the 4th, you know, so I’m sort of familiar with this medical crap”, Kira continued. His hand felt cool on Hisagi’s skin. “Oh dear, you’re running a temperature…”, he added in a soft voice, suddenly leaning over Hisagi’s body and pressing his lips to the black-haired man forehead.
Hisagi could swear that his head hurt a bit less now.
Kira fumbled with the objects on the chair and chose some boxes and a bottle, which he placed next to Hisagi’s futon.
“You’ll take those and then go to wash yourself. It’s important to maintain hygiene when you’re sick”, Kira advised. “I’ll take care of your bed in the meantime.”
‘Couldn’t you take care of me in my bed, Izuru?’, Hisagi thought, but didn’t manage to articulate the words. He wouldn’t find enough strength to fuck Kira anyway, so he chose to try sitting up.
The world did a somersault and suddenly Hisagi was lying down again, Kira laughing at him quietly.
“Don’t force yourself”, he said, then arranged the pillows in such a way that Hisagi was almost sitting up. He fetched a glass of water and made Hisagi swallow the pills, then the bitter syrup. Hisagi was rewarded with a gentle pat on the head.
Then, Kira pulled Hisagi’s arm over his shoulders and dragged him up. Sometimes, Hisagi tended to forget how strong Kira really is, as that emo-face and his general looks made him appear vulnerable. But Kira was a lieutenant after all, thus he could drag Hisagi to his bathroom without that much effort, even though the older man was bigger and unable to cooperate.
Kira left Hisagi on the stool and poured hot water into the bathtub, adding some herbs. In the meantime, Hisagi fumbled with his sleeping yukata, but the thought of needing Kira to undress him was so appealing that he didn’t hurry too much with it.
As he expected, soon Kira’s hands were undoing his clothing, but nothing more happened - the blonde just dropped him into the bathtub and left. Hisagi was alone in the slowly filling bathtub, with a bar of lavender soap at his side as his only company.
He slowly picked the bar up and immediately dropped it into the water. It would be a long bath.
TBC.
Pairing: Shuu/Kira
Rating: T
Warnings: yaoi, vulnerable!Shuu, much fluff
A/N: Guess what? Yup, I've caught a cold. That is one of the reasons for which this fic was written. I hope you'll enjoy it, even though it can be little coherent at times. Also, it was not beta-ed, so please let me know of any mistakes you spot!
A series of strong sneezes shook Shuuhei’s body as he struggled with the bed-sheets in order to gain access to the nearest box of paper tissues.
Having a cold sucked, definitely.
He finally grabbed the pristine white, soft paper tissue and blew his nose, relaxing a bit. This relief, however, didn’t last too long, as when he laid down again, a wave of cough almost suffocated him.
As if he weren’t already half-dead from the exhaustion, someone knocked at the door. As Hisagi couldn’t really talk with the cold, he produced a semi-articulated sound to make his presence known. The door opened and through the haze of his fever he noticed the black uniform topped with a head of blonde hair.
“Izuru”, he creaked, then his voice died in another wave of cough.
“Don’t say anything, Shuu, I’m here to take care of you”, Kira said with a smile, putting an armful of strange objects on a chair. He then kneeled beside Hisagi’s futon and put a hand on his forehead.
“I talked with your 3rd seat and he said you’ve called in sick, so I thought I’d go and see you after my work. I used to be in the 4th, you know, so I’m sort of familiar with this medical crap”, Kira continued. His hand felt cool on Hisagi’s skin. “Oh dear, you’re running a temperature…”, he added in a soft voice, suddenly leaning over Hisagi’s body and pressing his lips to the black-haired man forehead.
Hisagi could swear that his head hurt a bit less now.
Kira fumbled with the objects on the chair and chose some boxes and a bottle, which he placed next to Hisagi’s futon.
“You’ll take those and then go to wash yourself. It’s important to maintain hygiene when you’re sick”, Kira advised. “I’ll take care of your bed in the meantime.”
‘Couldn’t you take care of me in my bed, Izuru?’, Hisagi thought, but didn’t manage to articulate the words. He wouldn’t find enough strength to fuck Kira anyway, so he chose to try sitting up.
The world did a somersault and suddenly Hisagi was lying down again, Kira laughing at him quietly.
“Don’t force yourself”, he said, then arranged the pillows in such a way that Hisagi was almost sitting up. He fetched a glass of water and made Hisagi swallow the pills, then the bitter syrup. Hisagi was rewarded with a gentle pat on the head.
Then, Kira pulled Hisagi’s arm over his shoulders and dragged him up. Sometimes, Hisagi tended to forget how strong Kira really is, as that emo-face and his general looks made him appear vulnerable. But Kira was a lieutenant after all, thus he could drag Hisagi to his bathroom without that much effort, even though the older man was bigger and unable to cooperate.
Kira left Hisagi on the stool and poured hot water into the bathtub, adding some herbs. In the meantime, Hisagi fumbled with his sleeping yukata, but the thought of needing Kira to undress him was so appealing that he didn’t hurry too much with it.
As he expected, soon Kira’s hands were undoing his clothing, but nothing more happened - the blonde just dropped him into the bathtub and left. Hisagi was alone in the slowly filling bathtub, with a bar of lavender soap at his side as his only company.
He slowly picked the bar up and immediately dropped it into the water. It would be a long bath.
TBC.