Title: The sound of your voice is a great comfort to me…
Author: kira
Rating: T
Characters: Ban/Jak
Genre: fluffy romance, hurt/comfort
Words: 499
Summary: What does love sound like…?
Warnings: none
Prompt: sound
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Bankotsu lay in the futon, moaning from pain in his thigh, heedless of what the soft voices around him were saying. Feverish from a wound that had become infected, he found it hard to focus on anything beyond the intense pain. He struggled weakly as strong hands held him down while another pair opened his kimono. He screamed hoarsely as those same hands gently moved his injured leg.
"Sssh… It's okay, Aniki-chan… Sui doesn't mean to hurt you…" a gentle and familiar voice said.
"I'm sorry, Oo-Aniki…" Suikotsu said as he started unwrapping the bandages covering Bankotsu's thigh.
The fifteen year old started crying while the hands, belonging to the deeper, older sounding voice, cleaned and probed his wound. The pain was so intense Bankotsu was torn between passing out and literally crawling out of his skin. Teetering on the edge of consciousness, Bankotsu clung to the dulcet tones that caressed his ears, focusing on it to the exclusion of all else.
"He's almost done, Aniki-chan… Sui just went to heat up the herbs for a poultice…"
The other voice sounded very far away when it said, "As bad as it may look and still feels, Oo-Aniki, I can see an improvement over yesterday."
"See?" that same gentle, calming voice said. "Sui says it's getting better. It won't be long before we can nookie again…"
Bankotsu found himself wishing the voice would keep speaking even though the words they both spoke seemed to come from so far away as to be nothing more than noise. His eyes tried to flutter open when the deeper, more masculine voice spoke. He struggled in the grip belonging to owner of the softer voice.
"Jak, I don't think Oo-Aniki's going to want to nookie for a while."
"That's because he's still sick, Sui…" Jakotsu relaxed his hold on Bankotsu's shoulders.
"See this?" Suikotsu gently touched a reddened area on the fifteen year old's thigh that pointed towards his groin.
Bankotsu cried out in pain.
"Sssh… Aniki-chan…Yeah…?"
"It's still very painful to the touch, but at least the redness has receded some. Still, it could be a while before he'll want any."
Hearing their soft laughter, Bankotsu wondered what was so funny during a brief moment of lucidity.
"You think?"
"Yeah, and I'm pleased the swelling is gone…" the deeper voice said as it faded into the background. "But that doesn't mean he won't have some pain the first few times he ummm…"
A sweet, familiar giggle caressed the fifteen year old's ears, tickling at his consciousness. Screaming when Suikotsu placed the poultice on his thigh, Bankotsu mercifully blacked out while the gentle healer tended his wound. The last thing he heard was, "Don't cry, Aniki-chan…"
A few days later, Bankotsu's fever broke and the pain his leg was no more than a dull ache. "Sweetness…?" he croaked, his voice sounding harsh to his ears.
"You're really awake now…" Jakotsu said softly.
"Yeah… you were here… talking to me…"
"Yup."
"Thanks… it was comforting…."