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Ogata asks Yuusaku to make anglerfish nabe, one day.
It’s not that he’s asked for it, exactly – Yuusaku kind of pestered him about it in the morning, when it became clear that Ogata had gotten a nasty cold and had to call sick from work.
They’ve been living together for a while now, their relationship had advanced quite a bit, and Yuusaku’s eager to get them into doing more... couple stuff. Cooking for the person you love when they’re sick is a thing couples do, right? It's a perfect opportunity for Yuusaku to pamper his brother, like real boyfriends do.
“Ani-sama,” he says, bringing extra blankets and a thermometer to the sofa where Ogata languishes. “Is there anything you’d like to eat today?”
“’m not hungry,” Ogata mumbles, his voice hoarse from his sore throat. Yuusaku makes a mental note of preparing some ginger lemon tea for his brother, later.
“I know, but you have to eat something today.” Yuusaku presses the button on the thermometer and sticks it in Ogata’s armpit. While he waits for it to tell the temperature, Yuusaku tucks him under the covers more thoroughly and fluffs his pillow. “What’s your favourite food?”
“Hm...” Ogata closes his eyes. The thermometer beeps – 38,3°C – and Yuusaku furrows his brow. A ginger lemon tea and an ibuprofen, then. “I like... anglerfish nabe.”
Yuusaku perks up. Ah, that can’t be too hard to make at home, right?
“All right, ani-sama!” he rises up, “I’ll be bringing you some tea and medicine now, and then I’ll go out for a bit to buy the ingredients!”
Yuusaku brews some tea on Ogata’s usual mug (a birthday gift from Usami – it's pink and has a cute cat drawing on the side) and leaves the electric kettle within his reach on the coffee table, for if Ogata wants seconds. He wrinkles his nose when Yuusaku makes him swallow an ibuprofen pill, and Yuusaku does his best to not fawn at how cute it is.
They wait for the fever to subside as Yuusaku browses for anglerfish nabe recipes on his phone. Ogata’s very thoroughly bundled in warm blankets, but manages to drape his legs over Yuusaku’s lap.
When Yuusaku looks at him from the corner of his eye, Ogata’s already dozing off with just his hands poking out of his blanket cocoon, dangerously close to dropping his empty mug.
Yuusaku sets the mug on the coffee table, once he gets up to check their pantry after picking the most trustworthy recipe from a food blogger he likes. He checks Ogata’s temperature once more before leaving – it dropped to a relieving 37,3°C, and Yuusaku feels more reassured as he ventures outside to buy the fish and the fresh vegetables.
**
They’re not in season for fresh anglerfish, but Yuusaku manages to find a frozen package in the second grocery store he visits. Not as good as fresh, he’d read online while doing his research, but it’ll do. He returns home with the fish and other ingredients and, after setting them on the kitchen table, goes to check on Ogata again.
He’s in the same place Yuusaku’s left him, sleeping. Electing to let him rest for a little longer, Yuusaku pads over to the kitchen to get the nabe started.
Yuusaku ties an apron around his waist and focuses on following the recipe’s instructions carefully: boil six cups of water, add kombu kelp to make the starting broth; add in the fish and some sake, skim the scum that rises on the surface. It smells delicious already – Yuusaku’s never had anglerfish nabe before, so he’s got no reference point to judge it by, but hopefully his brother will like it.
He lowers the temperature to add the miso paste, and finishes cutting up the vegetables. The recipe recommends adding shiitake mushrooms, but Yuusaku knows how Ogata feels about those – his choice of ingredients today are Chinese cabbage, carrot, enoki mushrooms and green onions.
He’s just finished stirring all the vegetables into the soup when he feels Ogata hugging him from behind. It startles him, just a little bit – his brother’s always had the habit of sneaking up on him when least expected.
“Ah, you woke up?” Yuusaku hums, breathing in the delicious scent of the soup. It’ll smell even better when he stirs in the miso paste later, he’s sure.
Ogata nods, forehead pressed against Yuusaku’s shoulder blades. Even through the fabric of his shirt, Yuusaku can feel how much warmer he is compared to before. Maybe he should be medicated again right now, if the fever already came back?
Yuusaku tries to turn around, but Ogata doesn’t let go of him. His hands are grabbing the front of the apron, and his body is trapping Yuusaku’s against the counter.
“Mom...” Ogata whispers very softly. Yuusaku’s eyes widen. Is his brother getting delirious? Should he call a doctor? “Mom, are we having anglerfish nabe again?”
“Uh,” Yuusaku hesitates, “you asked for it, so... I’m making it.”
Ogata’s arms hold him even tighter, making it a bit harder to breathe. “Thank you... I like it.”
Yuusaku takes Ogata’s hands in his, carefully prying his fingers from his death grip on the apron’s fabric. With a bit of manoeuvring, Yuusaku manages to turn around and face Ogata.
He doesn’t look well. His face is flushed and sweaty and, despite how warm his skin is, he’s shivering under the heavy blanket he’s got wrapped around his shoulders. His eyes are kind of half-lidded, and Yuusaku wonders if he’s not sleepwalking or something, to be talking in such a weird manner.
Thankfully Yuusaku manages to lead Ogata to the sofa again, makes him sit down to have his temperature taken again. He stayed out for quite a long time, now that he thinks of it – the two supermarkets he visited were very far from each other, and he’d forgotten his bike at home.
“Sorry for leaving you alone for so long,” Yuusaku whispers, eyes trained on the thermometer. It feels like an eternity goes by before it beeps – 38,9°C. Oh boy.
Ogata’s slumped against the cushions, eyes closed as he sighs a weak “it’s OK, mom...” that only makes Yuusaku more worried.
Maybe he should call a doctor. Ienaga, perhaps? She’s a surgeon, but surely she could help with a fever...?
Oh crap, he’s left the nabe alone with the stove on.
“Here, ani-sama, take this,” Yuusaku urges him, popping another ibuprofen from the package. Ogata obediently takes it, just grimacing a little when he swallows it down. “I just need to turn off the stove, wait here for a bit.”
Ogata doesn’t move in the short time it takes Yuusaku to rush to the kitchen and turn off the fire. He distantly thinks about the miso paste he’s forgot to add – hopefully it’ll be OK to add it later, when the situation is sorted out. Hopefully the nabe will still taste delicious when re-heated, too.
“Do you want to lay down for a bit?” Yuusaku asks softly, sitting down next to Ogata on the sofa. Ogata responds by resting his head on Yuusaku’s shoulder and leaning heavily on him, his weight making them both tilt over slightly.
OK, they can cuddle for a bit. Yuusaku rearranges their position so the blankets cover the two of them, with Ogata laying almost completely on top of him, head resting on his chest. Yuusaku uses his free right hand to dial Ienaga’s number on his cellphone.
“Hello?” she answers, not sounding particularly happy.
“Hi, Dr. Ienaga, it’s me. Yuusaku,” he replies. “Ogata’s brother. Are you busy?”
She sighs. “I’m in between surgeries right now, so... kind of. What is it?”
“My brother is sick and I’m worried about him,” he tries to not sound as panicked as he feels, but it probably isn’t working. “Can you help me? I don’t know if I should take him to a hospital, I’ve never seen him like this.”
“... OK. Hold on.” Yuusaku hears some noise in the background, like she’s moving to a different place. “I can spare some minutes, so... Tell me what’s wrong. Did he get a cold or something like that?”
“Yeah, I think. He woke up with a sore throat and a fever, I made him drink some tea and take an ibuprofen. It came down for a while, but now he’s feverish again and... isn’t quite himself.”
Ienaga hums, and proceeds to ask him more questions about Ogata’s symptoms and the measures Yuusaku’s taken so far. As Yuusaku answers them he finds himself calming down somewhat, anchored by Ienaga’s methodical and rational way of thinking.
“Open his mouth and see if there’s any white spots inside his throat,” she tells him. “If you use your phone’s flashlight it’ll probably be easier to see.”
Yuusaku manages to do it with some difficulty – the angle isn’t ideal, and Ogata makes no effort to move from his comfortable position, but he’s pliable and opens his mouth when Yuusaku tells him to.
“His throat is clear, I think.”
“It’s probably a viral infection, then,” she explains, “can’t be 100% sure since I’m not seeing him right now, but it sounds like it. His body will fight the infection by itself, so he just needs to drink plenty of water and rest.”
“Oh, thank goodness.”
“Also, I think you might be under medicating him,” she adds. “Check the packaging, I think the dose for this brand of ibuprofen might be two pills instead of just one.”
Luckily, the package is still in Yuusaku’s pocket. Just as Ienaga said, the recommended dosage is two pills.
“Ah. I gave him one just before I called you, is it too late to give him the second pill?”
“Eh, I guess there’s no harm in it. Give it to him now and then the correct dosage in 4 to 6 hours. Get some nutrition in him if he can tolerate it. He’ll be fine.”
“Thank you so much, Dr. Ienaga,” Yuusaku says, phone balanced between his ear and shoulder as he makes Ogata sit up a little to take the pill. “I was kind of freaking out about it.”
“Yes, you were,” she says, sounding quite amused. “Text me later if anything happens, I have to get going. Bye!”
“Bye! Thank you again!”
After Ogata takes the pill and they go back to cuddling underneath the blankets, Yuusaku finally relaxes. Now that he knows his brother isn’t terribly sick and there are clear instructions on how to manage it, it doesn’t seem so daunting. Even with the whole “mom” thing... ah, he forgot to tell Ienaga about that.
It must’ve been just a slip of his tongue, Yuusaku decides. Like when you accidentally call a teacher “mom” in kindergarten or primary school. He doesn’t know what Ogata’s mother looked like – if there are any pictures, Ogata’s never showed them to him –, but... there’s the possibility that she had short hair just like his, right? It’s something that could happen. Life is full of coincidences.
His eyelids feel heavy. It’s very comfortable here, under warm blankets and with Ogata’s weight pressing down on him. He’s probably going to be stuck here for a while – might as well take a nap...
**
Yuusaku wakes up suddenly, hours later. The sunlight is hitting the living room from a different angle – at least a couple hours must have passed. The blankets are heavy on top of him, but he’s not overheated yet.
It takes him a moment to realize what woke him up. It’s only when there’s another shift in weight that Yuusaku notices what his brother is doing.
Ogata is fondling Yuusaku’s chest with the pads of his fingers, mouth pressed near a nipple, and his hips weakly grind his hard cock against Yuusaku’s hip. It could be a welcome situation, if he wasn’t completely unconscious as he does it.
It’s... fine, Yuusaku sighs. It's not bothering him so much that he wants to push his brother away. Hyakunosuke is probably just dreaming of a sexual situation, nothing more than that. Nothing wrong with that.
Yuusaku raises a hand to absent-mindedly run his fingers though Ogata’s hair, waiting to see if he can get back to sleep even under his brother’s... ministrations. Ogata seems to enjoy his hair being pet even in his sleep, because the touching on Yuusaku’s chest soon turns into groping, and he turns his head so his lips aren’t pressed to Yuusaku’s skin anymore.
The removal of this obstacle was apparently all Hyakunosuke's voice needed, because soon he’s mumbling something as the grinding of his hips picks up.
“Mm... mmmm...”
Yuusaku can’t help but smile at how endearing his brother is when he sleeps, even if he is disturbing his own rest as he does this. It’s such an unguarded moment, seeing Hyakunosuke like this, without any filter or self-consciousness or defensive mechanisms.
Well, maybe too unguarded. Ogata’s mumbling becomes more articulate, and Yuusaku’s sleepy mind can finally make out what he’s saying.
“M-Mom... Mommy, mom...”
Ah. Yuusaku blushes to the roots of his hair. Did the fever come back? Ogata’s skin isn't as warm as it was before their nap, and from his damp hair he must’ve sweated a lot. If it is back, it’s definitely improved from the previous bout.
However, the issue at hand remains. Ogata is very insistently humping Yuusaku’s leg, while calling him mom. And groping his chest, too. Can’t forget about that. Mainly because the sensation travels directly to Yuusaku’s own cock. He’s always had a sensitive chest, a fact that Ogata took advantage of whenever he could.
Should Yuusaku wake Ogata up? He kind of wants to. He’s getting horny, and Ogata is clearly horny too. Would it be irresponsible, to let Ogata have sex while sick? Yuusaku hadn’t asked Ienaga about that, and frankly there was no way he’d know how to ask that.
He elects to wake Ogata up gently, first. So at least the two of them are conscious.
“Ani-sama?” he whispers in Ogata’s ear, hand still buried in his hair. “Don’t you wanna wake up?”
Ogata makes an indistinct sound as he awakens, and Yuusaku feels his muscles stiffen once he realizes what he’s been doing.
“Fuck,” Ogata mutters with a hoarse voice.
“It’s OK,” Yuusaku says. It really is. Odd, but OK. “How do you feel, ani-sama?”
“Like crap.”
“I called Ienaga earlier. I didn’t know what to do.” Ogata nods, and Yuusaku continues. “You had such a high fever, and... you were saying weird stuff.”
“I don't remember anything,” Ogata says, a bit too fast. Yuusaku has a feeling that he actually does.
He won’t press Ogata any further. He’s ill, after all. It’s not good to make him nervous.
“What do you want to do?” he offers instead. “Do you want to sleep a bit more? Eat?”
Ogata lets his head fall back to rest on Yuusaku’s chest. There’s a damp spot on Yuusaku’s t-shirt, where his mouth had been, which they both elect to ignore.
They’re both still hard.
“Do you want to...?” Yuusaku shifts a little, against Ogata’s cock. Ogata shudders, and nods against Yuusaku’s chest.
Yuusaku reaches down, into Ogata’s pajama pants, and holds him in his hand. He’s even warmer down there.
“You...?” Ogata asks.
“I’m alright,” Yuusaku replies. A beat, before he gathers the nerve to ask. “Can you... keep doing what you were doing before? With... with my chest, I mean.”
Yuusaku does know that Ogata won’t ever admit he wants that, so that’s why he asks specifically. He knows that if Ogata really doesn’t want to, he won’t do it – but if he does, he’ll be relieved that it was nominally Yuusaku’s idea. They’ve been together long enough for Yuusaku to know that.
Ogata’s warm hand reaches under Yuusaku’s shirt, bunching up the fabric under his armpits. He splays his fingers on Yuusaku’s right pec, squeezing the muscle there before trailing to find a nipple. Yuusaku sighs – ah, he’s always liked this.
Yuusaku keeps jerking him off, nice and slow. Ogata grows more bold, pinching and caressing the nipple before taking it in his mouth. Yuusaku moans when his lips close around it – Ogata sucks on it, almost too hard to be comfortable. Like he’s really—
--it should be weird, to get turned on from this. By his brother pretending to nurse from his chest. After being called mom during a fever hallucination. So why is Yuusaku still so hard, leaking in his underwear?
Weird thoughts erupt in his mind. It’s not only hot, what they’re doing. It’s... endearing. Hyakunosuke being so vulnerable. Yuusaku being the one comforting him such an intimate action. What closer gesture there is in nature, anyway? What closer bond? Even the bond between brothers can’t beat the one between mother and son.
Ogata releases his nipple and immediately latches onto the other with renewed vigour. Yuusaku glances down – god, it’s bruised and swollen and so sensitive in the cold air. The dark purple marks will take at least a week to fade completely, he thinks.
God, he's going to come practically untouched at this rate. The barest friction Yuusaku's dick gets from Ogata’s weight on top of him is enough to set him alight, along with the stimulus on his chest.
And Ogata is close, too. His hips meet Yuusaku’s hand as he jerks him off, practically humping his hand, and he’s making noises. A muffled “mmm, mmm” can be heard, and Yuusaku now knows what it means.
“T-That’s it, so good,” Yuusaku stutters, and hesitates for a moment before deciding to go with his gut instinct. He’s never used pet names for Ogata or anything like that, but he has a feeling that it might... “You’re doing so, so good... B-Baby.”
Hyakunosuke comes immediately, with a groan punched out of him and muffled against Yuusaku’s skin. Yuusaku strokes him till he's jittery and oversensitive, and then releases Ogata’s cock to jerk himself off to quick relief.
Yuusaku gathers Ogata in his arms, basking in a slightly awkward afterglow. Ogata is so quiet, that Yuusaku thinks he’s fallen asleep.
“... Let’s not... talk about this,” Ogata eventually murmurs against Yuusaku’s skin. “Forget that this ever happened.”
Yuusaku hums. It’s only fair, right? Hyakunosuke wasn’t in his right mind when he said... those things. Though a part of Yuusaku, deep down, is disappointed that exploring this side of his brother was cut so short.
“Do you want to eat?" he changes the subject. "I made anglerfish nabe, we can heat that up.”
Ogata perks up a little at that. Yuusaku can’t help but giggle a little – god, he loves his brother so much.
"I could eat."
“Ah, great! Just... one more thing, that I wanna ask,” Yuusaku starts, hesitantly. “Did you... Did you like me calling you baby?” Ogata tenses up a little, and Yuusaku hurries to add, “because I really liked calling you that! Pet names are... cute, I think. I like them. But I won’t use it if you don’t want to.”
Ogata stays silent as he rises up, sitting on the couch slowly. Yuusaku remembers suddenly about the ibuprofen he has to give Ogata, and sits up to reach the cup of water on the table.
He’s already resigned himself to not getting an answer, and is mentally going through the leftover steps to get the nabe ready as he pops the two pills from their blister pack, when Ogata speaks up, softly.
“I don’t care if you want to... call me that,” he murmurs, taking the pills from Yuusaku’s hand. “Do as you want.”
Yuusaku can’t help the infectious smile that spreads on his face.