Shot?

They pulled to a stop in front of the hospital. Nodding a silent greeting to one of his guards, Asami walked in, heading straight to the elevator that would take him to his kitten.



Akira followed him, carrying another of the faux fur blankets. He had left the motor of the car running, so it would be warm enough for the boy.



As soon as the door opened, they stepped out, turning towards Akihito’s room. Dr. Yamaguchi was already waiting for them, motioning Asami inside his office first.



“I have everything ready, Asami-sama.”



“Are you sure it is not too dangerous to take him home?”



The older man smiled at the genuine concern in the other man’s voice.



“No, he will be alright. But, I did change his medication. You would have a real hard time to force these pills down his throat, being sore and all. So, I prepared these for you. “



He showed him a stack of sealed-in, foil wrapped – suppositories?



“He needs one of each about every four hours. These will prevent infection, those are for the fever and the white ones are pain-killers. If he needs more of those, you can give him one every three hours. I also have prepared the salve you’ll need for the bruises and bandages for his ribs and the wound on his backside. Make sure to change them daily. I’ll come by every day to check on him, but there shouldn’t be any complications.”



“Thank you, Dr. Yamaguchi.” Did that croak come out of his mouth? Where was his saliva?

Did he slobber all over himself? Asami felt hot. Really hot. Maybe he also got a fever? He tried to swallow, the thought of having to administer… these… to these perfect, firm, tight, luscious, compelling, luring… he was ready to come in his pants.



“Are you alright, Asami-sama?”



He coughed, desperately trying to clear his throat, and his thoughts.



“Yes. Yes, of course.”



“Well then, I guess you can take Takaba-san home.”



“Asami-san.” He corrected automatically.



“No, I meant Takaba-san. Takaba Akihito.”



The doctor was giving him one of those looks usually reserved for idiots. He straightened himself and looked intensely at the older man.



“Asami-san. Asami Akihito.” He dared him to make a remark.



“Oh… I… well… Congratulations, Asami-sama.” The doctor was floored. Speechless and floored. Good. With a satisfied smile on his face he stepped out of the office to go pick up his boy.



Akira was already inside the pet’s room, waiting for his boss. Keita desperately struggled to keep the idiotic grin trying to get out, off his face. He failed miserably.

Thankfully they had laid the boy on his side; the supporting pillows should be on their way into the trunk of his car, they really were useful. For a lot of things. At least he was spared the sight of his kitten’s ass high up in the air while he wasn’t allowed to touch. Asami took the blanket from Akira and gently wrapped the delicate figure of his lover into its soft warmth. With a small sigh the boy snuggled into the luxurious material, needing its warmth and comfort.



Making sure that Akihito was completely covered, he carefully picked him up, frowning at the weight of him. He was too skinny. He needed to eat more. And he would. He would make sure of that. He had bought several boxes of Pocky and had stashed them in the oddest places throughout the apartment. His chef had already been informed that there would be changes in the daily menus. From now on, there would be deserts.



Avoiding any jostle to his injured lover, he made his way down to the car, Akira and Keita following.



Seeing that their boss left with his pet, the rest of his men filed back into their cars, ready to finally go home again.



For the whole drive back, Asami kept his precious bundle on his lap, not able to let go. Inhaling his sweet smell, burying his nose in the wild mop of hair, happy to be able to do so without a fight for once.



He felt the warmth emanating from his body, scorching his skin through the combined materials of the blanket and his suit. He sucked in his breath, fighting against the urge to crush the boy against his chest, to never let go again. Instead he gingerly brushed the strands from his face, glowering at the dark smudges disfiguring the beloved face. He had always known it. The boy was not able to properly care for himself. Well, now he wouldn’t have too anymore. He, his husband would do that for him. Very properly. As soon as the doctor said he could. Properly and very thoroughly. He would make sure to inspect every inch of Akihito in detail. Several times a day. To make sure the kitten was alright.



When they arrived at the garage, Keita held the door open for him, not making any attempt to relieve his boss from his burden. He wasn’t suicidal. Not really.



He and his partner followed Asami to the penthouse, carrying everything Dr.Yamaguchi had sent along to make his patient’s return home as comfortable as possible.



Asami went straight to his bedroom, cautiously setting his lover down on the thick mattress. The covers had already been pulled back, so all he needed to do was sliding them back over the feverish boy, cocooning him in their soft warmth. Small glasses of orange-juice and water were sitting on the nightstand, in case Akihito got thirsty, a thermometer lying right next to them. He put the medication into the drawer, just leaving two strips of the medicine, the bandages and the salve out. The pillows were in reach, if the pet needed to lie down in another position because of the pain.



Akihito seemed to be resting peacefully right now, so he got up to change into something more comfortable. He told Akira and Keita to get some rest and to not disturb him for the rest of the day.



Finally. Akihito was home.



*****



It was quiet. Asami couldn’t remember the last time he was home that early with practically nothing to do. He decided to get a bit more comfortable - and took his tie off.



Sitting down on the side of the bed, he took his time looking at his lover: red nose, puffy eyes, hair sticking out in every direction – but still the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He leaned down to him, feeling his forehead, trying to determine if the fever was coming down. He sat up straight again with a sigh; there really was no way around it. He had to.



Staring at the glass cylinder in his hand, he was at a loss. Could he… just like that? But that would… wouldn’t it? He put it back on the nightstand and went to the bathroom looking for the little tube he knew would have to be there. Somewhere. Not like they ever used it. Somehow they never got around to it. Whenever he was about to give Akihito all the loving the pet needed, there never was time to go and get it from the bathroom. Yes, he had lube. And before he met the young photographer he always used it. After all, he wasn’t cruel. Not really. But the kitten really got off on these little ‘catch me –and devour me’ games they were playing constantly. And who could blame him for not thinking about one teeny-tiny tube of lube when Akihito was wriggling his firm ass in front of him to lure him into another bout of hot sex. And he constantly did. Wriggle his cute ass. So they constantly had. Hot sex.



Ah, there it was. Asami took it and went back to the bed. He steeled himself against the tempting invitation, Akihito’s behind would issue. Once more picking up the thermometer, he applied a generous amount of the clear gel, put the tube aside and slowly started to inch the blanket covering his pet down. He trailed his fingers over the tempting firm globes, mapping the dimples at his lower back to just move his hands downwards again. He had to do it. His lubricated finger carefully found its way to the well hidden pink entrance to his lover’s body. Gently massaging it, rubbing and teasing; watching as the tight muscled ring slowly yielded.



“Please… Asami…”



What the hell? Akihito was moaning deep in his throat, stretching his curled up limbs and instinctively edged closer to him. Towards his thigh. Towards his… Why did God punish him so? A deep sigh escaped his throat as he took the thermometer and cautiously pushed it in. And stared. At the intruder which shamelessly had invaded where only he had a right to. And stared. How long would he have to suffer staring at it? It seemed like an eternity when he finally pulled the offending object out. 104 degrees. Too high. He had been afraid of this.



This was not as easy as he had thought it would be. With an even deeper sigh, he took the silver films with the prescribed medication and peeled the foil back. He took the first suppository, gave it a murderous glare and gently pushed it in. The second followed. That was it? Right? Was there anything else that needed to be done? Would they… just stay in? Should he…? No. The packaging said he was done. Hell, he needed another cold shower. Penetrating his kitten with anything that wasn’t him was almost too much, at least while said kitten moaned and sighed like porn-star.



He got up, taking a long look at the drawer, the all too familiar smirk starting to settle on his face. Another quick look back to the bed. A sigh – seemingly from the bottom of the abyss. And a wonderful idea got discarded