by Jaelawyn Noble
Shishido Ryou didn't get sick, thank you very much. He was perfectly healthy and took very good care of his body. He ate his vegetables and took his vitamins and ran 2 miles every day. If he suffered from mild insomnia every now and then, lasting for 10-months stints each time, well, that wasn't entirely his fault.
But it didn't mean that he got sick. No, he couldn't remember ever getting "sick."
"You have a fever, Shishido-san," Ohtori admonished lightly, trying to glare at Shishido and failing.
"I don't get sick," Shishido groused, glaring violently at his younger lover.
"You have a hacking cough, a headache, a fever of 99.8, your eyes can't focus, and you're dizzy when you stand," Ohtori listed with good patience. "I'd say that makes you sick."
"I've never been sick in my life," Shishido muttered.
Of course, having to stay in the hospital several times when he was younger for compounded illnesses didn't count. He wasn't sick then, he was just hospitalized for certain things that were beyond his control.
"Shishido-san," Ohtori half-sighed, half-growled, "stop being stubborn."
Blinking, Ohtori laughed, sitting down next to a grumping Shishido and hugging him tightly, burying his face in the curve of Shishido's neck.
"I love you, Ryou," Ohtori said, still chuckling, "but you can be absolutely infuriating at times!"
"I'm not sick," Shishido muttered.
"The more you protest, the more it sounds like you're throwing a tantrum."
"Show some respect, I am your senpai."
Ohtori snorted, "Then act like my senpai, not like a two-year-old. You're sick, you're going to get back in bed, and you are going to let me take care of you."
"No, I won't, because I'm not sick."
Ohtori groaned and pulled Shishido into his lap, holding him tightly and nuzzling his neck, "Listen to me, okay? If you don't, I'll...I'll..."
"You'll do what?" Shishido asked warily as he tilted his head to the side for better access, well versed in how tricky his lover could be. Ohtori couldn't survive in Hyotei if he wasn't tricky in some fashion.
"I'll call up Atobe-san and tell him that you want to take him up on that offer to take you to that gay bar that he goes to with Akutagawa-senpai!"
Shishido snickered, "Not a very good threat, lover."
"I'll let Mukahi-senpai in so he can dye you're hair when you're sleeping."
Shishido glared darkly.
"I think you've reached new heights of evil," Shishido muttered, trying to get out of Ohtori's lap.
"Nuh-unh," Ohtori laughed, holding Shishido tighter against his chest. "Promise that you'll let me take care of you."
"If it involves you fucking me through the mattress, sure, take care of me," Shishido muttered. "But you don't get to shove vile tasting concoctions down my throat. No one gets to do that."
Ohtori groaned, letting his head fall to rest on Shishido's shoulder. "Shishido-san! What am I going to do with you?"
"Leave me alone and drop the whole 'you're sick' business?" Shishido asked optimistically.
Ohtori raised his head to glare at the shorter man in his lap. "Biizzzt, try again," he snapped.
"Fuck me through the mattress?" Shishido tried again, looking expectantly at his lover.
"Not when you're sick."
Shishido scowled, "You won't do any-"
"Not until you admit that you're sick and humor me in taking some Dayquil or something."
Shishido was half tempted to sulk his way out of his predicament, but knew that it wouldn't work with Ohtori; the boy was just way too damned perceptive. "Fine, fine! I'm sick! Give me some damned cold/flu medicine that tastes like shit and then make it up to me!"
Ohtori smiled and kissed Shishido on the forehead lightly, tugging on a lock of hair. "Now that's my lover."
Shishido blinked and scowled, burying his head in Ohtori's shoulder. "Manipulative little shit."
Ohtori cackled, "Now, didn't you tell me once that was one of the reasons you loved me?"
Shishido moaned piteously and let himself be carried into their bedroom before allowing Ohtori to mother-hen him.
Gods, the things he did for his lover.
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