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Tsukimono hates going to visit the doctor. But more than that, he hates not being able to do his work. It had been a week of grogginess and two days of bed-ridden vomiting before the mafioso finally gave in and forced himself through Robert’s clinic door…
“Your temperature is above average… With that, you likely have a virus given the symptoms.” The doctor withdrew his thermometer and placed it back within its bright green case. Tsukimono had dragged himself all the way to the doctor’s office, looking like hell no less, only to be met at face value with information he was already aware of. With his hair a mess and his body feeling run down the executive simply frowned, he felt disgusting. “Is there some kind of medicine I can take?” He asked, his lips turning into more of a pout.“Yes, there is, but if you would really like to get better quickly, you will rest as much as possible.” Robert blankly replied, rummaging around in his desk drawer for a moment before returning to Tsuki’s side, “This is 20 milligrams of Oseltamivir phosphate, take one of these by mouth every twelve hours- strictly- by twelve hours.” The doctor held out a blister package containing large oval shaped pills, pressing it into Tsukimono’s hands.
“Keep your hands washed and drink lots of water. I will be checking on you periodically at your place of residence to ensure a full and fast recovery.” The mafioso paused for a moment before looking up at Robert, “You’re going to… Visit my house? That sounds very unnecessary.” Robert clicked his tongue, staring into Tsukimono’s eyes with a tired expression, “ I will not have a high ranking port mafia official in such poor condition longer than a week. You will recover within four days at the least if you listen to these instructions and allow me to follow proper procedures, I will hear no complaints on the subject. Now, go home and rest, I shall visit tomorrow afternoon.” Robert waved his hand, urging the sickly man out of his small and cramped office.
Tsukimono, now shoved away from Robert’s company and ‘thrown to the wolves’ reluctantly took the next few days off from work and headed home, as he was instructed. The first day of his isolation and ‘recovery’ went by painstakingly slow; since Tsuki didn’t necessarily own many possessions other than clothes he so dearly collected he just laid in bed and wrestled with his thoughts for the entire morning and slept most of the afternoon away. A cold sensation along his forehead would lure him out of his slumber, when he opened his eyes he saw Robert was leaning over the bed and laying out a cool freshly-dampened towel onto his brow.The officer hid his surprise within his lowered eyelids and taught brows, turning to look at Robert, Tsukimono choked out his concern, “How did you get in my house…?” The doctor frowned, pulling his slightly wrinkled fingers away from Tsuki’s face, based on the condition of his hands, it was likely the doctor had been consistently replacing the cool towel every few minutes to keep it’s temperature low, “I knocked on the door for quite some time.. Eventually I decided it would be best to let myself in and handle what I needed to. I do apologize for waking you though.” Robert’s eyes shifted awkwardly as he went to put his gloves back on. The executive’s eyes twitched, technically, the doctor did make a fair point, but it was nevertheless creepy. “I’ve placed water beside your bed as well as a timer for your next dosage of the anti-viral; let me know if you need anything else. If that is all I will take my leave and return tomorrow.” The doctor turned on his heels and grabbed his duffle bag off the bedside table he had placed it on.
Tsuki had practically no time to process what Robert was saying before the doctor was already out the door. *What an asshole!* Tsukimono thought to himself, too exhausted to follow up on the anger. On top of this, Robert had taken the time to prepare a bowl of hot lotus soup for him and apparently had been changing a cool wet towel on his forehead for who knows how long. He should be grateful… The next day came faster than Tsuki would have hoped for, days started to blur together and he hardly realized it was morning before Robert knocked upon his door once again. This time- thankfully- Tsukimono was awake to answer the door. Groggily dragging his feet on the floor, he slowly opened the door to welcome the doctor in, “How are we feeling today, Tsukimono? You look exhausted, did you not sleep well? I’ve brought you some nausea reducers as well as some hot tea to help decongest. Did you take your medicine appropriately this morning?” Robert bonbards as he removes his shoes in the doorway. Tsukimono paused before responding, his fogged mind still wrapping around each question and statement Robert posed, “Oh medicine- Yeah I took it. And I slept… fine, I’ve just been very tired.” Robert nods, walking past Tsuki and placing the small bag in his hands on the empty countertop. Tsuki mechanically following him since he didn’t have much else to do. “Go, go lay down. I’ll bring you what you need.” The doctor ushers, pushing Tsuki towards his bedroom with gloved hands. The raven-haired man frowns, too sick to object and thus just trudges back to his bed. A few moments later Robert also follows into the room, one hand clenched into a loose fist and one hand gripping a teacup. He sits on the side of Tsuki’s bed and offers his fist, opening it to reveal a small pile of pills. After Tsuki hesitantly puts the medicine in his mouth, Robert offers the tea to wash it down. They both sit in silence for what feels like ages, Robert observing the surrounding room and Tsuki hardly able to look up from the swirling tea leaves inside his glass.
“This feels very… Domestic” Tsukimono whispers, a shy smile beginning to pull at the corners of his lips. His hands rest in his lap, gently cradling the plain teacup and saucer like they would shatter if he moved wrong. “What do you mean? We’re nearly done getting you all ready for work again.” The brunette frowns, rising from his seat on Tsuki’s bed. Tsukimono can see his reflection in Robert’s glasses and immediately feels his stomach twist. He looked like shit!! “Again, I will be back tomorrow. Please be sure to consume about 60 ounces of water by then and continue to take the prescription on time. “ the doctor retorts, stepping through Tsukimono’s doorway- but then he pauses and looks back at the man still in bed, for a brief moment a fond sadness resonated in his eyes before he dashed out, Tsuki caught this detail but chose to ignore it once Robert had fled. Day three had finally come- and believe it or not, Tsukimono felt leagues better. He was no longer plagued by nausea and his body did not ache, truthfully he probably felt better now than he did before he was sick.
That miracle medicine the doctor whipped up for him was much more effective than the intelligence officer had wanted to give him credit for- never mind that he needed to drink water. Yet again Shi spends a whole day lackadaisily roaming his house, leaving his bed only pour himself more water and then returning to that same bed to read. At some point along the way, Mitsuki had stopped by and left a few “get well soon” gifts. Among these items was a freshly printed edition of a series Tsukimono had long been interested in but never quite had the time to pursue reading.Has she been seeming more- full of vigor lately? Perhaps its imagination after all nothing of major interest has occurred. Once again the hours blended together until they weren’t, a soft knock at the door let Tsuki know his personal “nurse” had returned to check on him. Just as he had the day before Tsukimono drags his feet to the door and opens it with a lazy twist of the handle, “Pardon the intrusion.” Robert says on command, carefully removing his shoes in the doorway as he had the day before, revealing those obnoxiously bright green socks of his; their color so vibrant you could almost say they glowed.
“You have got to let me take you clothes shopping some time, Dr.Stevenson. You can’t possibly wear the same outfit everyday- and the socks I mean just- look at them?” Perplexed, Robert gazes awkwardly at Tsukimono, “I see you’re feeling better. And what is the ‘Dr. Stevenson’ for? You never address me by name, especially not formally. And what’s wrong with my socks? I quite like them.” Shi just snickers, he usually wasn’t one to laugh but the way the doctor grew incredibly defensive simply scratched an itch he didn’t know he had, “Never-mind, never-mind. I will say I am feeling much better.” Robert nods, making note of the sign of recovery, “That’s good! I’m glad we have some improvement. Your antibiotics will end soon and by tomorrow you should be good enough to return to work.” That was a relief, his (forced) vacation had its nice moments but more than that he felt this overwhelming feeling of dread and isolation when he was not preoccupied by his work, at least his mind would quiet down once more.
“Thank you, doctor.” Shi nods, looking Robert in the eye- or trying to- the doctor refuses to meet his gaze and keeps his irises locked on the floor, “No need to thank me, I am doing my job” Robert looks solemn, in fact the doctor usually seems chronically exhausted which is odd considering his patients leave his office feeling good as new his eye-bags frame his face quite nicely though, something is quite charming about his fatigued features and sickly looking cheekbones.“No matter, today I am leaving some frozen foods as well as some teabags, you have a kettle, no?” “I do.”“That’s good.”“Mhm.”The men spent a good minute standing around awkwardly in the kitchen, Robert hurriedly moves to put the frozen popsicles away in Tsuki’s tiny freezer, trying to break some of the awkward tension lingering in the air, “Well I will be off, tomorrow will be the last day I stop to visit since your predominant needs have been met.”Shi felt an odd sadness in his chest, something in him didn’t quite want Robert to stop visiting, especially since he hadn’t yet figured out a way to thank the doctor for his help, “I see, well thank you doctor, I will see you tomorrow then.” Robert didn’t say a word after that, he simply nodded and walked out the door as he had each other day, silent, timid, you could almost say stoic.
Shi returned to his room with a glass of water, gently taking a sip as he pondered how he could possibly find something Robert would like while in his own home. Shi already didn’t own many possessions and what he did have surely a guy like Robert wouldn’t have appreciated. Tsukimono spent a large part of the afternoon dwelling on what his options were before finally deciding on one. Hopefully his gift wouldn’t be poorly received.The next morning, the same pattern of knocks came rapping at the door, one softly, then two quietly following after. This time, Tsuki did not need to drag himself to the door, in fact he scrambled to the door in haste, “I see you truly are feeling better, I’ll take it your fever is gone as well?” Tsuki felt his cheeks heat, but he just managed a wry smile. “Yeah well, thanks to you of course. What did you bring me today?” Robert looks down, handing Tsuki a small tea saucer filled with little chocolates, “Dark chocolate, it’s good for the throat and is a healthier alternative than milk, I think you’ll appreciate it.” This was not medically necessary for Tsuki’s ‘recovery’ so without words, Robert had basically just chosen to give the other a gift.
Tsuki takes the chocolates in hand and invites the doctor inside, guiding the brunette to his bedroom door, “I need to show you something…” he starts, turning the knob and stepping in. When Robert entered the room, he found that Tsuki had shut the door behind him, a curious decision figuring they were home alone. Tsuki had then stepped over to his bedside table, placing the chocolates down and removing his hairpin. Tsukimono is not a sexually driven man, in fact his libido was never very strong and in comparison to his peers his ability to “get it up” was lacking. This did not stop him from making his advance on the doctor; surely this is what he wanted after such a display of kindness these past few days. He approached Robert cautiously, hands slowly untying the belt around his waist from behind, “I’m awfully sorry if I can’t measure up to what you were hoping for.. I don’t do this often.” A rosy hue dusting his cheekbones as the embarrassment begun to set in, to think a man like him would be doing this.
“I’m.. Sorry? I’m afraid I don’t understand.“ Robert’s face contorted as he stood up straighter to correct his awkward posture, unsure of what Tsukimono was implying, “Are you unwell still? Surely you should be feeling better- You’re flushed-“ the shorter man paused, sighing deeply before continuing his advance, “I’m fine, Doctor Robert. I’m just curious to see if you’ll stop me from showing you my thanks.” With his belt now splaying across the bed frame, the outer robe of Tsukimono’s hanfu begun to teeter off of his shoulders. “You don’t need to thank me, Shi Tsukimono I am just doing my jo- Mm” The doctor found himself silenced by two soft pillowy lips pressing against his own; the kiss was terrible and clearly inexperienced but it more than anything shocked Robert into complete stillness. He’s kind of… endearing like this-Tsuki thought to himself, oddly fond of the way the doctor muffled his speech and instantly froze. Robert’s hands wearily hung by his side, unsure of where to put them or how to react- should he hold the other or should he pull away? Tsukimono was clearly far from level headed and perhaps it would be best to isolate him… But something about their current situation felt so right, something about experiencing this soft and intimate moment was so enticing, the doctor didn’t want to give it up. Tsuki was the first to break their kiss, “You need to relax, I am consenting to this, you said so yourself I am no longer sick so don’t be so nervous.” Robert just gawked at the other, his expression riddled with confusion and insecurity. Surely this wasn’t alright- but before he could truly ponder the morality of his predicament, Tsukimono was already wrapping his arms around Robert’s waist, pulling their bodies together with a hasty movement. The doctor continued to stand idly, he was dumbfounded by the suddenness of Tsuki’s advance, not to mention he had never done something like this before- to any degree- no man or woman had ever captured his lips under their own; he thought the very action was a work of melodramatic fiction. “Now, lower your head for me, you’re too tall.” Tsukimono coaxed and Robert obeyed, rolling his head down to the side so that he was on eye level with the officer.
With lips glued together led Robert over to his bed, laying the taller man down first so that he could crawl on top of him. Robert looked completely discombobulated, cheeks bright red and hair draping messily. Propping his upper body up on just his elbows, he looked at Tsuki with an unreadable expression, a hint of fondness along with some unidentified new emotion- an emotion which reddened his cheeks and made his heart race. “Are you crazy Tsukimono? What in heavens name do you think you’re doing? Seriously I don’t think you’re thinking clearly. I mean some arousal is a perfectly normal side effect of social isolation but surely you don’t intend this- perhaps you mistake me for a woman?” Robert anxiously rambled, trying to sway Tsukimono’s determined advance.
However his hot cheeks and squirming legs couldn’t help but tell a different story. Whether the doctor admitted it or not, he was high on this new feeling, secretly wanting to give in to wherever it was leading. The intelligence officer paused, his body caging Robert below him, a soft exhale from his lips preceded his question, “Do you want me to stop?” A simple enough question, a question not only of consent, but of respect; certainly this interaction had no warning and couldn’t have been foretold, but neither man really minded the rapid change in their intimacy. Perhaps it was the adrenaline or perhaps it was a deep down desire long repressed, but Robert didn’t really want this smaller man to get off of him, the warmth and tenderness was unfamiliar yet openly welcomed.
Time was running out and Robert was too scared to make a decision, admitting he was turned on was shameful and though it was simply a bodily reaction, if Tsuki wanted this, he shouldn’t be the one to deny their pleasure. The doctor’s body moved on its own, leaning up and wrapping his arms around Tsukimono’s shoulders, pressing their faces together in another goofy kiss. Robert may have been needy, but the doctor was still clumsy and kissed horribly with no idea how to act suave. His glasses awkwardly pressing against Tsuki’s brow. Now given the go-ahead, verbal or not, Tsuki takes initiative and guides Robert onto his back, pressing his back against the bed as they try to figure out some method to kissing. At first they pecked at each other, sheepishly testing the boundaries of the new experience, then they gradually moved to more connected and passionate making out, finally starting to get the hang of how their bodies reacted to each other. Robert is the first to break their heated moment, pushing away to catch his breath. With his hair splayed behind him and little gasps escaping his lips, you could almost think of him as womanly, his usual cold and distant demeanor shattered and what was left behind was one beautiful man.
Tsukimono slowly sits on his thighs, taking off his outer robes and untying the lace of his pants. Robert is enamored but he quickly remembers to do the same for himself, anxiously rushing to unhook the buttons of his lab coat and unlock his belt. Now with both men in their undergarments, Tsuki leans back down to intertwine their lips once more, noting mentally the way Robert’s skin feels cold to the touch. The doctor feels up the other’s chest, playfully groping at his ribs and then his chest, seeing where his hands lead him and what Tsuki reacts too. The sensation was entirely unfamiliar, Robert’s hands were freezing and almost felt like two firm ice blocks were probing his nipples; it was exhilarating. “Mmmn-“ Tsuki huffs, feeling the way blood rushed to his lower half every time he felt the other’s hands hesitantly glide over that sensitive part of his chest.
While enjoying this first make-out session between the two, Robert was more than curious to test on the human subject presenting himself to him. For example, when he pulled down at Tsuki’s underwear, he felt the usually well-mannered and confident man shiver and cling to him muttering hushed curses. How interesting that small intimate motions could crumble someone’s facade so easily.
Robert continued his curious probing, pulling the underwear past Tsuki’s knees and gliding his hand back up the mafioso’s thigh. Heart pounding wildly, Tsuki lifted Robert’s face to match his slightly elevated one and kissed him with vigor, trying desperately to distract him from the way his lower half would practically grind on the doctor’s torso. Robert was beginning to grasp the situation and like a kid he was learning how to take things step by step. “Ah do you mind if I- touch you here?” Robert asks politely, poking Tsukimono’s sex with a slender finger; once again his poor attempt at making jokes falls through and Tsuki just glares at him, “Go ahead.”
The mafioso mutters, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Robert sits himself upright, dangling his legs off the bedside and allowing Tsuki to instead sit in his lap rather than lay on top of him. Caged between Robert’s arms and positioned under his chin, Tsuki really internalized their height difference, secretly enjoying the ounce of comfort he gathered from being surrounded by Robert’s lean shoulders. That comfort is wiped away in an instant, followed by a flood of new emotions spiking his heart rate. “Ah- Shit-!” He chokes, feeling the way Robert’s slender fingers slide over his exposed penis, the cold sensation was so unlike his own hand, it was both intoxicating and painful. Robert played with Tsukimono’s penis for a while, stroking it, rubbing his thumb over its politely rounded tip, and even pulling at it with a gentle firmness a few times, enamored by the reactions he observed in the man in his arms.
“You seem like you’re enjoying this more than me.” Tsuki scoffs, trying to squirm away from Robert’s touch; his body both overwhelmed and under stimulated. “I’m sorry, I’m still learning.” Robert whispers, resting his head wearily on Tsuki’s shoulder, “It’s… Fine Robert- I don’t- I don’t know what to do either but you can’t just give me a handjob this terrible and not say anything-“ Robert frowns, now determined to improve his ‘handjob’ skills. At least try to do something pleasurable for his patient. “Do you, want me to lull him out?” A timid question, one of insecurity more than anything, “Hyde is better at this stuff.. I haven’t- I’ve never slept with anyone so-“ He’s quiet, looking into a distant corner of the bedroom. Awfully nervous and very weary of where the next few moments may be headed. Technically, if he willfully allowed Hyde to come to the forefront of consciousness, he could get things going and reel himself back in before anything got violent. “He- He could at least help us get- somewhere past ‘terrible silent handjob’”
The doctor’s frown was all too apparent, clearly he didn’t trust himself to create atmosphere. “No that is not necessary.” Tsuki holds up his hand, stopping Robert’s rambling,”I am thanking you Robert, not Hyde, I don’t imagine that guy would be easy on my body anyway. Let’s just try something a little different.” Tsukimono climbs around for a moment, sitting chest-to-chest with Robert in a way his legs could easily wrap around the other’s back, “H-Here this way we- mm…” Robert eagerly cuts the other off and captures his lips in his own, caging both his and Tsuki’s length in his right hand, stroking them together whilst trying to keep up with Tsuki’s mouth which is encompassing his own. The intelligence officer glides his hands up Robert’s neck, dragging his thumbs lovingly over his cheek. He can’t help but arch his back and buck his hips in desperation for some more friction in his lower region, soft mewls spilling from his throat tell all to well that he is feeling good. Lord only knows Tsukimono would throw a fit if he had a clear head right now, he would have hated the way his hair stuck to his sweaty back, would’ve hated the way he couldn’t keep his usual composure under such passion.
Doctor Robert on the other hand hardly looks orgasmic at all; he is instead completely enamored by the reactions he’s seeing in Tsuki, an all too obvious fondness forming in the pit of his belly. The experience of ‘sex’ was so foreign but with Shi, he felt like he could brace himself and accept whatever unfolded. The raven-haired man now teary eyed from the stimulation reached his hand down and groped at Robert’s chest the way he had done to him. Pulling and pinching at his nipples to evoke some more reaction out of the doctor. “Hn- Mmm….” Robert hums in response, nuzzling his head into the crook of Tsukimono’s neck, gently kissing his collarbone all the while continuing with his hand movements below. While they didn’t quite know what they were doing, both men just aimed to do whatever felt best. Before either of them knew it Robert found his hand covered in a certain substance and the man in his arms to be panting wildly.
In the bliss of his aftermath, Tsuki leaned up against the larger man, swaddled in the sweet comfort that is his scent. They sat in that position for a good while before Tsuki started to come-to. Shi finally realizing that the doctor had yet to have a climax of his own- guilt begun to set in, “Y-You- Here let me-“ but Robert shivered and pulled back, teary eyed from the way his cock begun to ache, so hard that he could practically feel the heat radiating from himself. Tsuki climbed out of Robert’s lap, sliding down the bed and pulling Robert’s legs over the side. Sitting on his knees Tsuki propped himself up and looked up at the doctor from below, “I saw this in a magazine once, I’m sorry again if it’s not good but I’m determined to make it at least decent.” But Robert just gave the man another look of adoration, “This is nothing I’ve ever done either, I appreciate your efforts even if they’re wasted on me.”
But Tsuki didn’t bother with a rebuttal, placing his lips on the tip of the doctor’s cock, gently sucking and licking at it while trying to gauge the other’s reactions. Robert sucked his teeth, placing a shaky hand over his mouth to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out of him. Tsukimono continued his attack, daring to add more and more of Robert’s cock into his mouth until eventually he was near the base of which it was attached. Tears welled in his eyes but this wasn’t even close to the worst Shi had been through, he could tough it out for this. This he owes the other, surely. Tsuki bobbed his head in tandem with his tongue playfully wrapping around the brunette’s girth, coating the whole shaft in saliva and leaving no vein untouched. In truth, the intelligence officer quite liked seeing the doctor so disoriented, pleasured and encompassed entirely in a need which he made obvious. Tsukimono could tell he was doing a good job when Robert starts to lose his cool, panting and mewling uncontrollably, no longer bothering to cover his mouth in resistance; he was completely submitting himself to Tsuki and allowing himself to feel vulnerable under the other’s gaze.
The doctor starts to fall apart, whipping his head back and forth to fight the tears in his eyes helplessly squirming under the wave of pleasure, “Hh- Wai- Wait!” he moans, trying to pull Tsuki away from his crotch, but the other just smiled as wrapped his hands around Robert’s base, stroking it in tandem with the gentle bobbing of his head- refusing to let go or pop himself off. Robert begun to shake, feeling his climax wash over him.
The room fell silent, well, otherwise silent aside from the sound of desperate gasps for air. Robert’s tear filled eyes lovingly glazed over Tsuki’s pale face as though he were a precious stone; stunned by the realization that the other had been lopping up every ounce of cum which dribbled from his tip. Milking the muscle for every bit of pleasure he could offer the doctor. Robert was already red but now he was practically on fire, a bright shade of cherry, “I can’t- b-believe you just-“ panting , Robert leans up on his elbows, hardly strong enough to hold himself up. Tsuki rises off of his knees and crawls back onto the bed, nuzzling his head into Robert’s neck, gently leaving kisses along the doctor’s neck.
Robert sighed into the sensation, pulling his hand up to pet the other’s hair. They laid there in their own filth for a good while, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence, “We should clean ourselves up…” the brunette lifts himself up and holds Tsuki in his arms. Perhaps getting a “thank you” from a patient wasn’t so bad, he could get used to the intimacy.