#26 - I never say the truth.
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned belong to Kouga Yun.
"I'm not lying."
"Nisei, why are you lying to me?"
"I'm not lying!"
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He shivered, sinking deeper into the quilt wrapped around his supple frame. Illness hardly ever chose to seek out him because Seimei made sure to take good care of his health. Now, though, he was suffering from the worst kind: an annoying, unrelenting, common cold. Already he had annihilated two boxes of tissues, and was currently awaiting Nisei to return with more cough medicine. Something was holding him up, though. It had been two hours by now, and the convenience store was only three blocks down the street.
Just as Seimei moved to heat up some soup, his fighter clambered through the door. A smash echoed through the small apartment as Nisei slid the plastic bag of medicine across the kitchen floor, sliding up behind Seimei himself and wrapping him in an oh-so erotic embrace. Complete with feeling the front of his sacrifice up, Nisei brusquely moved his mouth to the nape of Seimei's throat and bit down. However, the groan from his cat-eared companion was anything but pleased.
"Get your disgusting mouth off me, Nisei. This is hardly the time-"
"Seeeeeeei-san! I'm makin' you feel better! Let me molest you, Sei-san!" Nisei tightened his weak grip around his sacrifice's waist, licking the spot he had just bitten and biting onto it again. A feminine hand reached up to stroke Seimei's left cat-ear, Nisei's other hand slipping down the front of Seimei's pajama pants.
Weakly Seimei pushed him off, grasping Nisei's hair in his hands firmly. "What took you so long?"
A smirk blossomed onto Nisei's face; a toothy grin revealing blindingly white canines. "Nothing, Seimei."
"You aren't telling me the truth. Nisei, is this how a fighter should act?"
"I'm not lying."
"Nisei, why are you lying to me?" It was punctuated by a cough, a cough that soon turned into a coarse hacking that made Seimei double over.
"I'm not lying!" Nisei rolled his eyes and grinned, pulling his hair out of Seimei's weakened grip. "You're so mean, not believing me. After all that I've done for you."
Rummaging through the plastic bag, Seimei found the cough medicine and chugged it unceremoniously. Before he could finish off the whole bottle, slim fingers found their way around the container and gently removed it from Seimei's lips.
"See? I'm not letting you overdose. You should believe me." He began tossing the cough medicine from hand to hand, once again smirking down at Seimei.
"You were fucking, weren't you? Who the hell were you screwing…?!?!"
This revelation caught Nisei off guard, and the fighter halted his play. "What are you talking about?" He smiled innocently, reaching down to touch Seimei's hair.
Seimei pulled sharply away, standing up slowly by himself. A hand caught the counter, the other holding his fleece robe close as he sneezed. "I smell it on you, Nis- oh, good lord-" A retching sound gurgled in his throat as the sacrifice lurched to the side, darting to the garbage-can. Thick bile heaved from his throat, Seimei's whole body shuddering helplessly as he vomited.
Nisei stood, staring at his sacrifice with an unmerciful grin on his face. "I never tell the truth, Sei-chan. Besides, if you won't put out, I need to find sex elsewhere." A pat to Seimei's back, and then Nisei left to bounce onto the couch, clicking on their small television to watch the news. Even as his sacrifice remained vomiting in the kitchen.
Yay. My volume of LOVELESS 7 came in today. I think my next ficlet will have an utterly psychotic Nisei in it. I love his sociopathic evil anime eyes. So nifty.