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Eizen was taking a nap. That was the first sign that something was wrong.
Not that Eizen didn't take naps. Shion was fond of indulging in one on lazy Sundays and had never failed to convince Eizen to join him. For such a strong, stoic man, he could be quite weak if you plied him with enough tea and good food on a warm afternoon, when golden summer sun was just beginning to peak through the curtains over the window, and they were savouring their last moments of peace before the week began again. However, no matter how soft and sleepy the afternoon, no matter how much Shion tried to get him to at least leave his desk and stop grading papers long enough to have an afternoon snack together, Eizen never took naps during the week.
Eizen had a better work ethic than most everyone Shion had met in his life, and an almost bull-headed dedication to his job that Shion both understood and loved him for. His schedule was strict: wake up before dawn to shower and dress for work, teach, stay on campus for office hours until 4:30, and then return home to grade homework until 6:30. It worked well; Shion had never known him to be behind on grading his students work or late to an early morning meeting in all the time he'd known the man, and damn did Shion love him for it. But, beyond the admiration his husband's dedication instilled in Shion, it served a separate purpose of helping Shion know almost immediately when something was off.
As such, when Eizen returned home just after 3:30 and climbed into bed with barely a hello, Shion knew without a doubt that he wasn't feeling good. A frown touched his face as he felt Eizen sweep past him with a muttered greeting and the barest hint of a hand across his shoulder and, a few moments later, he could hear their bed creaking as his partner climbed in. Shion pressed pause on his audiobook, setting down the knitting he'd been working away at. Knitting was a hobby he'd picked up years ago, and it was one of his favourite things and the bane of Eizen's existence. Shion had a sneaking suspicion that Eizen was sick of being gifted the products of his work, and that one of these days he would hand Eizen another scarf or jumper and he would finally snap. He'd be lying if he said the prospect didn't amuse him.
With a soft groan, he stood, knees popping. His knees weren't what they used to be; years of martial arts and subsequent years of teaching it had made sure of that. The floorboards were cold beneath his feet as he made his way down the hall to the bedroom. He rapped softly on the door as he entered and heard Eizen shifting, the soft rustle of the blankets sliding across his body.
The bed dipped as Shion sat down, reaching out a hand to rub Eizen's upper arm, "Hello, love."
Eizen just grunted in response. His hand brushed Shion's thigh, waving back and forth as if searching, and Shion obligingly took his hand. Their fingers intertwined and Eizen sighed, the noise nearly a whimper. Shion's brow furrowed, thumb rubbing gently across the back of Eizen's hand. He shifted, twisting to run his hand over Eizen's side, up his neck, over the curve of his brow and cheek. His forehead was wrinkled, jaw tight, curled into himself on his side. Shion moved again, and as the mattress shook, Eizen made that small noise of distress again, low in the back of his throat.
"Sorry," Shion murmured softly, "Migraine?"
Eizen grunted a yes. Shion wasn't exactly surprised. As summer approached, so did finals, the former working its magic to make every high schooler across the county restless and ten times harder to manage, and the latter meaning more things to grade, finals needing to be planned, and making sure students were well and truly prepared for the upcoming exam. All of this meant Eizen was beyond busy, which meant he was stressed, which meant he was tense, which inevitably ended up with Eizen exactly where he was in that moment, curled up in bed with a headache for the ages.
"What do you need?" Shion asked, reaching out to rub Eizen's shoulder firmly. The tension he found there was even worse than he'd anticipated.
"The. Fucking," Eizen waved the hand still holding Shion's in the direction of the window, "Curtains aren't closed."
"Ah," Shion replied softly, releasing Eizen's hand. He heard it fall back onto the bed as he stood, "Have you taken anything?"
"No," Eizen muttered as Shion closed the curtains tight, ensuring that no stray rays of light could enter. Shion clicked his tongue, "Well, that's the first thing then. I'll get water and your medicine. Then, what do you say I run you a bath and then give you a massage? I haven't seen you this tense in a while."
Eizen didn't react to the pun, just grunted in acknowledgement, a testament in itself to how bad he was feeling. Shion paused by the bed on the way out the door, brushing the hair from Eizen's forehead to give him a gentle kiss there. As he did, his hand brushed the soft fabric of Eizen's eyepatch and wordlessly untied it, setting it on the nightstand, "Hey."
Eizen hummed a curious note, and Shion smiled, "I love you."
There was a pause, then Eizen huffed, "Go get me my damn sumaptriptant."
Shion laughed, straightening up, "Right, sorry."
The medicine was retrieved in due course, along with a glass of water. He set both down on the nightstand, helped Eizen to sit up, frowning at his groan of pain. Instinctivly he reached out and smoothed down his hair, brushing his thumb over his cheekbone in a soothing motion, "Deep breaths, my love."
Eizen's skin felt cold and clammy beneath his fingers; Shion figured he was probably white as a ghost.
"I'm alright," Eizen bit out after a few slow breaths, covering Shion's hand with one of his own and squeezing it gently before letting it go. He downed the offered pills in a gulp of water, drinking the rest at Shion's request, then sank back into the mattress. Eizen's concerningly fast breaths were the only sound in the otherwise silent room as Shion gave him a moment to settle. The fabric of his pant leg was warm and soft beneath Shion's hand as he rubbed his thigh, kneading the muscle there.
"Ready for a bath?" he eventually asked.
"Mn," Eizen hummed.
"Do you want help undressing?" Shion asked as he stood.
"No," Eizen replied, and Shion nodded.
"I'll start the bath, then."
He sat on the edge of the tub as it filled, listening to the sound of running water, one hand dangling down to make sure it didn't overflow. Lost in thought, he didn't realise Eizen had gotten up until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly, head whipping around.
"Didn't mean to scare you," Eizen muttered.
"That's alright. You should have let me help you to the bathroom," Shion said disapprovingly as Eizen used his shoulder to steady himself and step into the tub.
"'S fine. I'm not that dizzy," Eizen replied. Of course a migraine wouldn't rob him of his infuriating bull-headedness, Shion thought.
"Not that dizzy," Shion huffed, but it was too late to argue about it, and not worth the effort anyway. The sun would rise, the winds would blow, and Eizen would continue to do things himself even when he really should have asked for help. It was something Shion had grown to accept over their years of marriage, even if he didn't like it.
"I went shopping today," Shion said as he tilted Eizen's head back and poured a cup of water over his hair, "I know it wasn't in our meal plan, but I was thinking since you've been so stressed it would be nice to just relax and have a nice dinner on Sunday, so I got some wine and the things to make zuppa toscana. And I'm making a rule now that you aren't allowed to do any work things on Sunday, understand?"
Eizen huffed a laugh, "Right."
"Don't laugh at me," Shion said, smacking his arm lightly before grabbing the shampoo bottle. He squirted some onto his hand and then reached out to work the suds into Eizen's scalp, "You need to rest sometimes, you know; you're going to die before you turn fifty at this rate, and I don't know what I would do with myself if that happened."
Eizen didn't reply, but Shion wasn't expecting him to. He'd already been remarkably chatty, and Shion hoped that meant the migraine wasn't one of his worst ones and that it would go away quickly. Shion was only talking so his husband would have something to focus on beyond the blinding pain in his skull.
Eventually, he drained the bath and bullied Eizen into letting him help him back to bed. Eizen sighed as he lay down on his stomach, "Fuck."
"Feeling any better?" Shion asked, rummaging in a drawer for the bottle of massage oil. After helping Eizen through one or two crippling migraines, he'd finally decided that if he was going to be giving his husband frequent massages, he might as well do it right.
"A little," Eizen mumbled, "Like a couple dozen tiny hammers are beating the inside of my skull rather than a couple hundred."
"Well, that's something, at least," Shion replied, pouring some oil onto his fingers and rubbing them together until the oil was warm, "Hopefully this should help to."
With slow, short strokes, he began to rub the oil into Eizen's lower back. Almost immediately, he found knots of tension along his spine, and he raised an eyebrow, "You, my dear, are working way too hard."
He pressed his thumb into one of them, rolling it gently, but with firm pressure, and Eizen groaned, burying his face in the pillow. Shion gave a rueful smile, "Sorry."
Eizen made a noise that might have been 'don't worry about it', but with his face pressed against the pillow Shion could hardly make it out. Slowly, he moved his hands up, focusing on each knot of tension he found and working at them until they unwound. Each time Eizen groaned, melting like putty beneath Shion's hands. By the time Shion had finished, he was breathing hard, skin warm to the touch. Shion pressed his hand to Eizen's back, feeling the rapid thudding of his heart beneath layers of muscle and skin.
He laughed, leaning down to press a slow kiss to the back of his husband's neck, "Did that turn you on?"
Eizen shifted, "Shut up."
Shion wasn't surprised; with the noises Eizen had been making, he would have been more surprised if he wasn't. Gently, he pushed the other man's side until he rolled over, then reached out a hand to trail down Eizen's chest, his stomach, the line of hair above his pelvis, and then brushed his fingers against his dick. Eizen sucked in a sharp breath as Shion wrapped his hand around the base of it, giving it a few slow pumps.
"Shit," he bit out, dick jumping in Shion's hand. Shion could feel precum dripping onto his hand, and he raised it to his lips to lick it off. He didn't need to see to know Eizen's eyes were on him; he could tell by the way his breathing hitched as Shion flicked out his tongue to get the last of it off.
"Well, someone must be feeling better," Shion teased, bending down to press his lips to the hollow of his throat. He traced a line of slow kisses up Eizen's throat, along his jaw, then captured his lips in one more firm kiss. Eizen melted into it, arms going up and around Shion's shoulders to pull him close, tongue flicking out and forcing its way into Shion's mouth. His husband groaned into the kiss as Shion swung his leg over his waist, grinding down against his dick.
"Shion," he gasped, breaking off the kiss.
"What do you need?" Shion breathed, pressing his lips to the soft skin below his ear, relishing the shudder that sent through him.
He gasped as he was suddenly pushed up and to the side, and then Eizen was on top of him, rolling his hips against the quickly growing tent in his pants.
"Can I fuck you?" he said into Shion's ear, voice nearly a growl. Shion bit his lip.
"You really are feeling better, aren't you?" he whispered, voice breaking off as Eizen ground against him again, "Yes. Please."
Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Eizen was tugging his shirt off and pinning his hands above his head, nipping along Shion's neck, across his collarbone, down towards his chest. Shion whimpered as he bit hard at his skin, then sucked and licked at the mark as if in apology, and wrists twisted in Eizen's iron grip, "Oh my—Eizen."
His dick strained against the fabric of his pants, humping against Eizen's leg, desperate for some sort of friction to ease the pain of it, and Eizen had the audacity to laugh, a low chuckle in the back of his throat.
"You're so hot," he breathed, giving Shion one last bruising kiss before releasing him and sitting back. His hand drifted down Shion's chest, teasing his nipple, scraping along the sensitive skin of his stomach with one nail until he reached the waistband of Shion's pants. The finger tracing the skin there was like fire, and it was infuriating to be so close to what he wanted, without it being given to him.
"Eizen," he whimpered, and his husband gave another laugh.
"Sorry. You just look so pretty like this," he said as he finally, finally, undid the button of Shion's pants and pulled them down. Warm pleasure rolled through him as Eizen palmed the tent in his boxers, squeezing him through the thin fabric and stroking gently. He could feel Eizen's gaze on him, feel it burning a hot trail over his face, the purple bruises he was sure were already forming on his neck and chest, the flush of heat covering his body, the dark stain where precum had soaked into his boxers.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, Eizen pulled his boxers off, and before Shion could realise what he was doing, the warm heat of the man's mouth enveloped him. Shion cried out, hips bucking up, until a firm hand pinned him in place. His hands went to Eizen's hair, slipping through the still-wet strands, and he realised dimly that they would both have to shower after this. The thought quickly fled, replaced only by hot pleasure as Eizen began to bob his head up and down, tongue teasing the underside of him, cheeks hollowing as he sucked.
"Oh, oh my my—nngh—fuck," he held tight to Eizen's hair, not pushing or pulling, but just clinging to him as if his life depended on it, "Eizen, Eizen please."
Slowly, the pleasure built, each movement of his husband's tongue, each bob of his head bringing him closer and closer to release until he practically sang with the stream of moans and pleas that spilt from his lips.
"Oh, Eizen, I'm close. I'm close, I-"
He whined, hips bucking uselessly against the iron grip of Eizen's hand as he pulled off with a wet slurp, "Eizen."
"Be patient. I said I was going to fuck you, and I meant it," Eizen replied, releasing his hip to rub up and down his side soothingly. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, then Shion felt his weight shift as he seemed to reach for something.
"Do you think this oil would work as lube?" he asked, but the question appeared to be rhetorical because before Shion could protest that no, he did not want his expensive massage oil to be used for this, he heard the pop of the cap and the smell of lavender filled the air. With a resigned huff, Shion finished kicking off his pants and spread his legs.
With an approving hum, Shion felt two fingers prod his entrance, felt the burning stretch as they pushed past the tight ring of muscle and slid inside of him. He gasped, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, brows pinching together as Eizen began to finger him open and pain/pleasure set his body on fire. It wasn't long before he was desperate for Eizen inside of him, proper prep be damned.
"Eizen, I'm ready," he whispered.
"Are you sure? You usually need more prep than this," Eizen said, but could barely get the words out before Shion cut in sharply.
"Fuck me, damn you," he growled.
Eizen was silent a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was low and quiet, as if all he wanted was to devour Shion whole, "Okay."
He lined himself up with Shion's entrance, pushing inside slowly. He groaned, hands sliding into Shion's, fingers tangling together, "You're so tight. You sure you're okay?"
Shion inhaled shakily, squeezing Eizen's hands at the burn of being stretched open, but nodded. Eizen pushed in until he was flush against Shion, then waited until Shion nodded, "Move."
Eizen was more than happy to oblige, groaning as he began to thrust slowly in and out of him, pace far too leisurely for how desperately Shion needed to cum.
"Harder," he bit out, moaning as Eizen picked up the pace, pressing his head to Shion's shoulder.
"You feel so good," he moaned, releasing one of his hands to rub his side, "Fuck, Shion."
Shion whined, beginning to thrust his hips slowly in time with Eizen, their gasps and moans and the slap of skin on skin the only sound as slowly Eizen began to thrust harder, pressing Shion's legs wider and pushing deeper inside of him.
Shion's back arched as Eizen brushed his prostate, sending electric pleasure racing down his spine, "There—ah—please, Eizen."
He gasped as his leg was thrown around Eizen's waist, but the shock was quickly replaced by white-hot pleasure as the new angle had him slamming into his prostate with each thrust. His dick slapped against his stomach, painfully hard and dripping with precum. Eizen grunted in his ear, "You don't even know how pretty you look like this."
Shion moaned.
"I wish you could see yourself, split open on my cock, completely ruined and begging to cum. Look at you, crying like a little whore," Eizen bit out. Shion brought a shaking hand to his cheeks, surprised as it came away wet. He whimpered and could hear the smile in Eizen's voice as he continued, "You like that? You like it when I call you a whore? A dumb little slut?"
Shion couldn't even speak, sobbing as Eizen paused his thrusts to just grind against Shion's ass, each slow movement sending just enough pleasure through him to tease.
"My pretty boy. I can't wait to see you covered in your own cum, with mine leaking out of your ass," Eizen practically purred, voice rumbling in his throat. Shion's mouth fell open, back arching as Eizen pinched his nipple, rolling it painfully between his fingers, too far gone to even cry out.
"Please, please, I wanna cum," he managed to bit out as Eizen released him, "Please, Eizen, I—"
He cut off, writhing as Eizen pinched the other nipple. At the same time, the man pulled nearly all the way out, then snapped his hips forward, slamming against Shion's prostate. Shion released a choking scream, wrapping his arms around Eizen's shoulders and tugging at his hair, desperate for something to hold on to. Again, Eizen pulled out, again he slammed back in, setting a bruising pace, sending white-hot pleasure through him with each thrust.
Shion didn't even have the words to warn him as he came hard, sobbing and moaning, but Eizen didn't slow. He just continued thrusting into him, grunting with each snap of his hips, and Shion shuddered with overstimulation, painful pleasure rocking his body until he came again before his dick could even harden again. His ears rang, consciousness leaving him as he floated in all-consuming pleasure, the world fading away around him.
When he came to, he was still in bed, but clean, head in Eizen's lap and hands stroking his hair. He shifted, pressing a kiss to Eizen's bare stomach, "I love you."
"Alright?" Eizen asked, "You had me worried; you've been out for a while."
"Absolutely spectacular," Shion sighed, rolling onto his back and stretching. He still buzzed with a sleepy pleasure, and it more than made up for the dull ache in his thighs and hips, "How about you?"
"Even if the massage hadn't cured the migraine, that mind-blowing orgasm definitely would have," Eizen said, "You're amazing."
Shion huffed a soft laugh, "Glad I could help."
"I ordered pizza. I don't want to cook, and I didn't think you would either," Eizen said, then pushed him to sit up, "Let's take a quick shower. I cleaned you up as best I could, but there's only so much a couple of towels can do."
Shion groaned, but nodded and reluctantly got to his feet. They showered in peaceful silence, helping each other wash before pulling on sleeping clothes, and falling back onto the bed. Shion curled into Eizen's side, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw, "I love you."
"I love you too," Eizen replied.
The doorbell rang, and they both stilled. Shion smirked, "I'll love you even more if you go get the pizza so I don't have to."
Eizen sounded positively offended, "I just recovered from a splitting migraine!"
"And I just got my back blown out by a certain someone whose name begins with an 'ei' and ends in a 'zen'. You can't fuck me that hard and then expect me to be able to do anything," Shion replied.
"You walked to the bathroom just fine," Eizen grumbled, but to his credit, he did get up and go get the pizza. Shion yawned, fumbling for the remote on the nightstand to turn their TV on. He raised his voice so Eizen could hear him down the hall, "I'm putting a documentary on."
Eizen didn't reply until he was back in their room, the smell of garlic and tomato sauce heralding his arrival, "Which one?"
"Not sure yet," Shion replied.
"Please not Round Planet," Eizen sighed. The bed dipped as he sat down, and then a plate was placed in Shion's lap.
Shion frowned, "What's wrong with it?"
"It's not even a proper documentary," Eizen replied, and Shion huffed. He handed the remote to him.
"Fine, you pick if you're going to be so difficult," he replied primly.
Eizen muttered something Shion couldn't make out, but he chose to assume it was 'of course, dearest husband, I will pick out a lovely documentary for us to watch, and I apologise for being such a bother'. Either way, soon they both had pizza and a mind-numbingly boring documentary about birds was droning in the background. Shion listened as he ate, but as soon as he'd finished, he rested his head on Eizen's chest, closing his eyes.
"I thought we were watching a documentary?" Eizen said, sounding amused. His hand came up to rub the base of Shion's neck.
"I'm not watching anything," Shion said with a smile, and he didn't need to be able to see to know Eizen was rolling his eyes.
"Whatever. You know what I meant. It's not even six, you know," he replied, and Shion shrugged as best he could, tucked into his side.
"I just had absolutely amazing sex, and my stomach is full. I'm going to sleep," he said.
Eizen laughed softly, "Right. Of course. Sleep well, then."
"Thank you. I will."
He smiled against Eizen's chest as his husband began to rub his back gently, allowing the slow motion and the soft sound of the television to soothe him to sleep.