Title: Alternative Healing Methods
Fandom: DOGS: Bullets & Carnage
Rating: PG-15
Pairings: Heine/Badou
Warnings: swearing, hints of sexual activities, possible OOC
Spoilers: none
Genre: romance, humour.
Word count: 553
Summary: Badou gets shot. Heine wants to make him feel better.
- Heine, you bastard!
- Shut up!
- I got fucking shot!
- I know, you're bleeding on me.
- It's your damn fault!
- Oh really? I told you to be a decoy, not a walking target.
- I hate you!
- Shut up.
They walked away from the scene of carnage; Badou quietly cursing under his breath – bastard Heine, and his dangerous jobs, and Badou's own profitless jobs that brought him no money so he was forced to room with the bastard Heine... The only thing that made Badou's mood a bit lighter was the fact that the stupid thug who shot him got Heine's bullet between his eyes. Justice!
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-Don't be a pussy, it's just a flesh wound.
- Ouch, Heine! I should've asked Nill to help, you're a shitty nurse.
-Nill doesn't need to see blood.
-My, my, Heine-kun, you are such a kind guy. Ow, bastard, what was that for?
Badou inspected his bandaged shoulder. Heine's bedside manner could use some work, but the bandages were not too bad. Funny thing that, it was not like Heine ever needed to bandage his own wounds. Sometimes Badou wished he had such handy healing skills like Heine. Other times, when he saw pure madness in Heine's eyes, he did not.
XXX
For a second time that night Badou mumbled curses under his breath. His shoulder hurt like a motherfucker, no way he could sleep like that. He couldn't even smoke in bed – Heine had threatened to rip him a new one if he set the bed on fire. So Badou was miserably sitting in the kitchen, shivering with cold (should have worn a shirt, too, not just the jeans), inhaling cigarette smoke and waiting for it to take the edge off the pain. Bed would have been so much more comfortable for an injured man, but no, Heine had rules.
-Arsehole Heine...
-You want me to punch your eye out?
-Fuck! Where did you come from? Scared the shit out of me!
-You woke me up, idiot.
-Well, serves you right. I can't sleep because of the pain, and it's totally your fault!
-Is that so? I could take your mind off the pain...
-Huh? Wait, where are you dragging me? Hey, let me finish my cig!
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The destination turned out to be Heine's bedroom, and Badou was ungently thrown on the bed. His shoulder gave a protesting twinge, and he was about to complain, but he never managed because his brain belatedly registered several important facts. Heine was only wearing pyjama bottoms (black silk, too, that sybarite arsehole). Heine was half-naked, so was Badou. They were in a bedroom. That could only mean one thing.
Suddenly the pain became a secondary thought somewhere in the back of Badou's mind, and all his attention focused on Heine, who was giving him a rather predatory smirk. Heine did not often make sexual advances, and was usually grudgingly accepting rather than enthusiastic. His current attitude definitely made Badou anticipate fun times.
will give you a painkiller injection!
-Dude, that was the worst pre-sex line ever!
-Shut up, if you want to get laid tonight!
-That's already more like you, the Heine I know and... know.
-Less talking, more fucking!
Badou decided to follow that advice, for once Heine was right.
~The End~