Rescue Me
"Let me see it," Kira said gently as the dark haired man before him hissed in pain.
"Fuck, it hurts... " Hisagi's head fell forward and the larger shinigami's dark hair covered his eyes. Both of his arms were folded tightly over his chest, hiding the injury from his lover.
"Shuuhei," Kira said a little more firmly, "Let me see it. I can't help you if you don't let me look at it."
"It's not that bad," Hisagi whispered, sweat beaded on his neck and ran down his skin.
Kira straightened and placed his hands on his hips. His patience was wearing thin, and Shuuhei didn't have time to be arguing about something so stupid.
"Hisagi Shuuhei, if you don't let me see it, I swear to Kami you'll get no head until next month's paycheck!"
Hisagi's arms immediately untangled themselves and the older man looked up at Kira with helpless eyes.
"Fine, just... be gentle..."
Kira inspected the wound, noting the swollen flesh and dried blood. This had obviously been a problem for a while, but Hisagi's fear of Fourth Division had kept him from seeing a medic. The Third Squad vice Captain brushed his hair from his eye and pressed his fingers close to the wound, testing the surrounding skin for signs of infection.
"Ah," Hisagi hissed again, "Don't play with it, it fucking hurts!"
"I know," Kira said softly. "You told me."
Kira came down in front of Hisagi and braced himself on his knees. The older man watched him carefully, chewing on his lower lip.
"Shuu, I'm going to pull it out, you need to hold still, all right? It's going to hurt, but I need you to do your best not to move, okay?"
Hisagi whimpered, but nodded.
Kira lowered his eyes, and concentrated on his task. He brought the edges of the metal close to the protrusion and clamped down on the tiny end. In one quick movement, he flicked his wrist, pulling the sliver from Hisagi's finger with the tweezers and eliciting a loud yelp from the older man.
"Ah! Gods, Kira! I said gentle!" Hisagi whined.
Kira rolled his eyes. "You're such a baby. If you had just gone to Fourth, you could have had this fixed days ago and it wouldn't be all red and swollen now." He took Hisagi's fingertip and brought it to his mouth, sucking softly, soothing the hot flesh.
Hisagi watched him with a gleam in his eye, the mood in the room suddenly turning as the older man's breath quickened. Kira was sure he heard Hisagi's pulse quicken.
"But I wanted you to do it." Hisagi smiled a sweet smile, laced with mischief. "I waited for you to come back from your mission so you could take care of me. Rescue me from this horrible pain. I didn't want anyone from Fourth touching my fingers... or... sucking... so wonderfully on the skin to make it feel better."
"No one from Fourth would suck your finger for you." Kira made a face. "They would just give you a band aide and send you off."
"Exactly." Shuuhei reached out, grabbing Kira by the hips and lifting the younger man easily into his lap. "You have a much beter bedside manner."
Kira chuckled. "So if someone from Fourth offered, you'd let them suck your finger? Then reward their 'bedside manner' with this?"
Hisagi's eyes widened. "N-no! What are you saying! I wouldn't- I would never- Only you can-"
Kira laughed and then cupped the sides of Hisagi's face. "I'm just teasing you, Shuuhei."
Hisagi's shoulders relaxed and his arms came tighter around Kira. "I... I know..."
Kira chuckled again and leaned in close.
"Just kiss me, stupid."
END