Kensai set Shinji down on the bed as carefully as he could but Shinji still felt as though he had been tossed onto the mattress. However, his only complaint was a small, half-hearted grumble.

Shinji whined helplessly when his old friend started to touch him, caress him in sensual ways. "Uuugh, Kensai," he mumbled. "The bed's already spinning. I don't know if I can do this."

The white-haired man looked at his comrade with mock concern. His eyes were dialated, his skin flushed, and his breath coming in labored pants. "Awww, you don't look so good," he half-teased. "You just sit back and let me take care of you."

Shinji whined again as all he could do was sit back and hope for the best.

"I thought you knew better than to self-medicate," he continued to tease.

"Please…don't…" Shinji tried to argue, as he wasn't in the mood to be called out on such things.

"I won't give you a difficult time about it, if you let me doctor you up," Kensai proposed, knowing that the other couldn't make much protest while he was so carefully stroking his cock.

Shinji moaned and fell onto his back as he came. His words, if he had any, failed him. He wanted more than what he was getting from the other man but the steady stroking kept pulling him over the edge over and over and he only ended up mumbling unintelligibly. This continued until he reached the unconsciousness he craved, though it wasn't as sweet as he desired.

Kensai gave an affectionate chuckle and sat back, wiping his hand on a tissue. He knew his comrade desired more than he received and would wake with just as much want and need. With that in mind, he got to work. First, he outfitted the blonde with a straight jacket, something he knew would make the man even crazier than he already was. Then, he pulled the bound man into his lap and started to comb his messy hair. Once neat, he tied it back into a pony tail to prevent further mussing. With a grin, he curled up next to the blonde and let himself finish the sleep that had been interrupted.

Shinji awoke with a start a few hours later. When he shifted, he realized that his arms were bound around him. "Eeergh! What the hell!" he demanded in spite of his headache.

This disturbance was enough to wake the white-haired man sleeping next to him. "Oh, good you're awake."

"Oh good? What is the meaning of this?" he struggled.

"Now, now, don't be like that. Here, let me get you some water," Kensai stood and retrieved a large glass of water with a straw.

Shinji grumbled but settled down some, enough to get a much needed drink of water. "Why this?" he wiggled his shoulders.

"If you continue to complain, I'll gag you too."

"You don't have to do this. Please, don't do this."

"Hachi's right, you're a terrible patient."

Shinji wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I'm not sick…or crazy; let me go!"

Kensai chuckled and pulled out the gag.

"No! I wasn't complaining!"

"I'm afraid you were," the white-haired man teased and when the blonde opened his mouth with doubtlessly another protest, he secured the gag.

Shinji kicked and gave muffled screams. Kensai easily subdued the commotion by pinning the blonde and spreading his legs.

"You are sick with lust," Kensai informed, "And are apparently unwilling to take care of yourself. Now, let me give you your medicine." Then, he leaned down and started to suck on the head of the weeping member standing proudly before him.

Shinji moaned and kicked some more but this time not in protest, rather, in pleasure. He wanted to touch and grope the white-haired man so badly that he thought he really would go crazy from the denial, even more so when he felt fingers threatening to penetrate him.

Out of the blonde's sight, Kensai had coated his fingers in a mint oil and he grinned at the squeal that the bound man gave at the tingling sensations.

In his desire for greater physical contact, Shinji did the only thing he could. He wrapped his legs around the man between them. Anything more than that was channeled through moans and whines of pleasure. The attentions he was receiving, the mouth on his cock, the fingers penetrating him, were causing him to cum uncontrollably.

When Kensai's fingers were allowed deep enough to find his comrade's prostate, he pulled up for a moment. "Oh, you are ill. Your glands are all swollen."

Shinji's protest at the other man's language was muffled behind the gag and through his sounds of pleasure. The prostate massage alone had him spurting so hard that he was already staining his jacket. In addition, he found himself unwrapping his legs and drawing his knees up to his chest. It was the only action he could offer that would indicate clearly what he wanted.

"Ah, I see. You're ready for your injection. Good…" Kensai pulled back for just a few seconds to remove his pants. He was already hard, almost painfully so, at this point.

The withdraw had Shinji looking up at his white-haired friend with wild eyes full of want and need. He clenched his jaw, digging his teeth into the gag.

At the sight of the blonde's teeth digging into the rubber between them, Kensai too pity on him. "I should like to remove your gag now…if you promise no more complaints."

Shinji nodded eagerly and was rewarded. He panted heavily as the drool that had accumulated around the object in his mouth dripped down his cheeks and was wiped away. "I-…I'm not complaining but…" he took another couple of deep breaths, "but please, don't gag me again. No matter what I say, please don't-"

Kensai nodded. "Okay. How about this, as long as you're not mean to me, I'll let this alone," he held up the gag for emphasis. "You think you could do that?"

The blonde nodded reluctantly.

"Say, 'Yes, Doctor'" he prompted hopefully.

Shinji looked up with incredulity. Even with all the other suggestive play, he didn't expected Kensai to actually want to be called Doctor. "Y-Yes, Doctor, whatever you say," he finally replied without thinking. "Make me better."

"Very good," Kensai grinned at the submission. "Go ahead and pull your legs up again like you just had'em." He could have just positioned the man himself, but he wanted to test his newfound power.

The blonde did as he was told and bit his lip in anticipation. He could feel himself shaking with burning need and he tried to steady his breath as the larger man was settling in above him.

Taking Shinji's hips into his strong grip, Kensai slowly slid himself into his comrade. Briefly, he considered finding the thermometer to tease the other man about his slight fever but at this point, it wasn't worth it. Perhaps another time. Instead, he tried to concentrate on keeping his arousal in check so that he would not spill himself too soon.

"K-Ken…Kensai, oh god, yes. Thank you!" Shinji whined even though he was still not satisfied with the slowness of the pace being set.

"Don't thank me yet. This is just the first stage of your treatment," the white-haired man half-joked.

Shinji gave a nod at that. "Yes, Doctor," he agreed hopefully.

Kensai's smile widened and he rewarded his partner with an increase in speed. He could tell by the sounds that Shinji was making that it was well received.

That was true, but the strain in the blonde's tone was due also by the fact that between the tingling of the mint oil, the confines of the straight jacket, and Kensai's sensually dominant raietsu, was starting to make him think he really would lose his mind. The extra strain caused by this was having an effect on his stamina. He felt like a flash fire, burning intensely hot then burning out a short while later. The alcohol that still remained in his blood felt like an accelerant.

If it weren't for this, Kensai would have lost himself long before Shinji needed him to. However, as it were, he could tell the blonde wasn't going to remain conscious this time for very long. When he saw Shinji starting to lose steam, he pulled him up to sit in his lap for the remainder of his consciousness. To his surprise, this motion earned him a renewed struggle as well as the deeper penetration, which had been his primary motivation.

Shinji wiggled and kicked involuntarily, even giving a strangled whine. "K-Kens…Doctor…I want to hold you so bad…I think it really will make me crazy."

"It's okay," Kensai cooed, holding Shinji even more tightly against his body. "You'll be just fine," he assured. He had more to say but he was starting to cum and Shinji was passing out again. He barely finished before the other was limp in his arms.

Now the question was what to do with him next. He knew he didn't have much time. However, he also knew he had enough time for one indulgence. So, he carefully crawled off the bed and rummaged through his pants for a moment. When he found his phone, which he had taken the time to practice with the camera function just in case, he flipped it open and brought his temporarily sedated comrade into focus. The way he was laying prone, with his hair in a messy ponytail, tugging at the restraints across his torso even in his sleep, it all made him look like he really could be a mental case.

A few quick snapshots later and Kensai was onto other things.