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Chifuyu felt like pure and utter shit in every sense of the word. His heart pounded viciously in time with his heartbeat, the familiar noises of the arcade that blared around him grating on his ears.
The light from the numerous game cabinets and ufo catchers felt as if they were stabbing him in the eye, heavily exacerbating the migraine he was already experiencing.
It is uncomfortably and almost hot leaving him feeling as though he were melting in his skin. His clothes smothering him almost as they clung to his body which was slick with sweat.
Waves of nausea washed over him in a dizzying fashion as his stomach churned violently, leaving him feeling lightheaded. He muffles a soft burp into his hand as he looks up at the arcade cabinet or rather the person standing in front of it.
The reason he was out here in the first place when all he wanted was to be curled up in his bed at home trying to sleep off whatever godforsaken bug he’d catch.
“Shit! Can’t believe I lost,” Baji huffed, frustration clear in his voice as well as mild rage.
Chifuyu can’t help but smile at his words, although his smile briefly fades twisting into a grimace when his stomach makes a low growling noise sending pain erupting along his stomach.
Hearing the noise Baji pauses in the middle of putting another coin in the machine to look at Chifuyu, a grin on his face. “Still hungry? After this game we can go grab something really quick,” he suggested.
Chifuyu gives a small hum, swallowing thickly when his nausea seems to intensify sharply. “Yeah, that’d be good. I think I saw a ramen shop round the corner,” he said despite the fact that his appetite was as dead as a doornail right now and the thought of eating anything made his nausea grow.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Chifuyu tries to get his bearings a bit but finds the task nearly impossible. The world felt as if it were swaying beneath his feet.
The sounds around him become muffled and muted as if coming to him from underwater.
Baji looks away from the game he’s playing and looks over at Chifuyu with a frown when he hears the other groan and sees him push away from the wall he was leaning against.
“What’s wrong with you,” Baji asked, his eyes narrowing when he noticed that Chifuyu looked rather pale in the lowlights of the arcade. “Migraine again,” he asked, knowing that Chifuyu got them often, with Baji frequently joking that it was because Chifuyu did too much thinking.
“I…something’s…” Chifuyu begins his words slurring together heavily and Baji's frown deepens.
“H-hey,” Baji exclaims, quickly reaching out to grab his arm when Chifuyu begins to sway. The moment he does he instantly becomes aware of a few things all at once, the heat rolling off of Chifuyu’s skin, the sweat soaking through his clothes, and finally that he was trembling slightly in Baji’s grip.
“Hey, Fuyu, what's up with…” Baji begins but stops when Chifuyu raises his head slightly and Baji sees those usually sharp green eyes are glassy and unfocused.
In the very next moment, Chifuyu gives a sigh as his eyes roll back and his legs give beneath him. A series of curses leave Baji’s mouth as Chifuyu goes limp in his grasp and if it weren’t for Baji’s grip on his arm, he would’ve collapsed face-first onto the floor.
Instead, he winds up on his knees, his legs folded beneath him. His head lolls limply to the side, harsh labored breaths leaving his mouth.
Baji glances up, sending a quick, fierce glare to the few people looking their way due to the commotion and it works as the numerous people looking their way quickly look elsewhere, minding their own business.
Sighing, Baji looks back at Chifuyu, giving a soft huff as he adjusted his grip on him. He brings one hand to Chifuyu’s forehead brushing his bangs out of his face as he feels his forehead. A soft hiss escaping his mouth when he feels the heat there, Chifuyu’s temperature was really high at the moment.
“Fucking idiot,” Baji huffed ignoring the way his heart seemed to be pounding in his chest right this moment, that feeling of unease and worry nagging at him.
~~
Chifuyu gives a soft groan as he gradually returns to consciousness, everything feels too hot and far too bright overwhelming his already frayed nerves.
The world around him is moving as well for some reason, which is doing nothing for his violently churning stomach. It sloshes sickeningly with the motion and another soft groan leaves his mouth as he squeezes his eyes shut.
His head is killing him, pounding in time is his heartbeat and only feeding the nausea he’s experiencing.
Baji glances back at Chifuyu as he continues carrying the other on his back. “Hey, you awake?”
“Huh…” Chifuyu mumbled softly as he blinked trying to clear his vision.
Baji gives a soft huff. “You fainted dumbass,” he said, trying to jog Chifuyu’s memory since he clearly seemed confused.
Chifuyu is quiet for a moment or two and at first, Baji thinks he’s passed out again. “I did,” he eventually whispered, a frown on his face.
He remembered grabbing food with Baji earlier that day, and going to the arcade with him as they did what could shakily be classified as a date. Then again the two of them had been having fun and spending time together so that had been all that really mattered.
It is at this moment that Chifuyu realizes that the world feels like it’s moving around him not just because of his nausea and dizziness but because Baji is carrying him on his back.
Either way, the motion is doing absolutely nothing to help his stomach, and his body jolts slightly with an inaudible hiccup.
At his words, Baji gives a soft snort. “Of course you did, idiot. Why do you think I’m carrying you? If you felt like shit you shoulda said something.”
Chifuyu merely groans in response, swallowing thickly in an effort to clear the drool that was rapidly building up in his mouth as an intense wave of nausea rolls over him relentlessly. He closes his eyes, lowering his head so that it’s resting on Baji’s shoulder again as he simply listens to Baji speak.
Chifuyu is doing his best to force back the bile trying to climb up his throat, painting the back of it with a disgusting sour and bitter taste.
As a small splash of bile suddenly coats his tongue, he sits up swallowing almost convulsively. “Down, put me down,” he managed to choke out, giving Baji’s shirt an almost frantic tug.
“Huh,” Baji said as he stopped walking. “You can barely stand up without fainting and you want me to put you down? You sure you didn’t lose a few brain cells when you nearly smacked your head on the ground.”
Chifuyu is quiet for a moment or two, a trembling hand clamped over his mouth as he tries his damndest to force back the bile bubbling at the back of his throat. As metallic almost coppery-tasting saliva floods his mouth, resulting in some of the drool trickling down his chin he manages to speak.
“B-Baji, I’m gonna be sick,” he forces out his words slurred heavily with nausea as he squeezes his eyes shut.
That does get Baji to put him down, almost frantically in fact although he grabs Chifuyu’s arm to steady him when he sways slightly.
Chifuyu is incredibly pale and his face has a slight green tinge to it that makes Baji feel uneasy. He has his hand over his mouth and is swallowing almost convulsively, his eyes closed. His other hand clutching Baji’s sleeve as he takes slow careful breaths.
“Here, just try to get it up,” Baji sighed, guiding Chifuyu over to a nearby bush by the sidewalk.
There’s no one around at the moment which is good because Baji kinda doubted Chifuyu wanted some random assholes gawking at him while he was like this.
Chifuyu just nodded slowly, his eyes still closed as he shakily lowered his hand from his mouth. His breathing is harsh, and Baji hears him swallow almost audibly when a few of the breaths seem to get caught in his throat.
A low growl comes from Chifuyu’s stomach making Baji cringe slightly at how sickly it sounds.
Chifuyu’s breathing hitches and in the next second, he’s lurching forward with a harsh gurgling retch, that has a surge of semi watery vomit consisting of murky yellowish soup broth and barely digested noodles spraying from his lips splattering heavily into the bush.
Chifuyu groans, swallowing thickly as threads of drool and bile drip from his lips. Baji chuckles patting Chifuyu’s back when he begins coughing wetly.
“Look at that like a fire hose or somethin’,” Baji chuckled, sounding amused as he looked down at Chifuyu.
And strangely enough, there’s something almost cute about the way Chifuyu looks at the moment. The dazed slightly blissed-out look on his face, the glassy look those usually sharp green eyes Baji loved so much currently held from the tears gathering in them, the slight red blush coloring Chifuyu’s pale face as he panted.
Baji doesn’t have any clue why but he just thinks it looks cute for some reason, sexy even.
Chifuyu groans loudly, gagging emptily a few times, a torrent of drool dripping from his lips. His gagging suddenly turns wet and he lurches forward almost violently when Baji patting his back firmly like that has a rumbling, wet burp tearing from his lips bringing with it another surge of bile-tinged soup broth and undigested ramen noodles.
The sickeningly slurry of semi watery vomit sprays from his mouth for a few seconds, and the sight of the noodles draped around across the branches like some disgustingly morbid Christmas decoration only has Chifuyu retching again.
“Careful,” Baji hisses as he grabs Chifuyu around the waist when one of his violent retches has him nearly losing his balance.
Chifuyu says nothing, only managing a soft raspy whine of discomfort as he gives one finally loud retching, the noise harsh and wet sounding as if it was clawing its way up from the depths of his stomach, raking across his throat. The noise becomes garbled halfway through as a large surge of watery vomit sprays from his lips, more than likely the rest of the ramen broth if its yellowish murky color was anything to by.
Stars seem to burst before his eyes as pain darts across his skull, leaving him feeling as if someone was squeezing his head in a vice grip.
Chifuyu groans coughing and spitting into the bush as the stream tapers off. “Fuck,” he whispered as he swallowed thickly, threads of drool and bile dripping almost lazily from his lips. There is a disgusting sour and overly salty taste coating his mouth as if Chifuyu had eaten spoiled meat coated in layers of salt.
He squeezes his eyes shut doing his best to ignore the fact that he could clearly see his lunch sitting in a glistening puddle in front of him. Chifuyu is also exhausted and feels even dizzier than before, although his nausea has eased up ever so slightly it hasn’t vanished completely.
His head is killing him, everything feels too hot and bright, even his clothes touching his skin at the moment feel too rough for his frayed nerves.
“You good,” Baji asks as Chifuyu straightens up, he keeps his arm wrapped loosely around Chifuyu’s waist as the smaller boy sways slightly. Even now Baji finds him strangely cute in this state and he quickly glances away feeling heat rushing to his face as Chifuyu shakily wipes his lips with the back of his hand, that still dazed almost blissed-out expression on his face.
Baji has no clue why that small action seems so lewd to him but it does and he can almost hear his heart pounding in his ears as he watches Chifuyu for a moment.
“My head feels like it's splitting open,” Chifuyu eventually mumbles, his voice raspy and shot.
Baji nods slowly his eyes on Chifuyu just watching him for a moment, although he jumps slightly when Chifuyu glances up at him. “Can we sit down somewhere for a sec, I can’t walk home like this,” he asked softly, and even though the feverish haze blanketing his mind he notices the slight red blush coating Baji’s cheeks.
Honestly though with the feverish haze blanketing his mind as well as with how horrific he feels at the moment he thinks nothing of it right now at least.
~~~
“Here, Fuyu,” Baji said gently, nudging the can of ginger ale he’d gotten from the nearby vending machine against Chifuyu’s cheek.
They're at a nearby park which is empty around this time of day with most of the younger children who’d be here at this time of day currently at school.
Chifuyu is sitting on one of the wooden benches, his head resting in one of his hands, his eyes closed, while his other hand is clutching at his stomach slightly. He still feels incredibly nauseous despite that slight hollow feeling in his stomach telling him that it was more than likely empty.
“Thanks,” Chifuyu muttered softly, taking the drink from Baji, hating how his hands were shaking slightly.
Baji gives a soft huff as he sits down beside Chifuyu, his own drink in hand. As he opens the can of soda he finds his eyes wandering over Chifuyu’s form absentmindedly. “Still feeling sick,” he asked, noticing the way Chifuyu was rubbing at his stomach slightly.
While he dislikes the fact that Chifuyu is clearly sick and suffering, another part of him finds himself strangely fascinated with it all. His heart pounding in his chest as he does his best to ‘discreetly’ look at Chifuyu because some part of him knows that this is wrong, that his boyfriend was sick and he should be disgusted by all of this, but strangely enough he’s not.
He of course feels worried in his own way about the fact that Chifuyu is sick but he also finds that he likes it in a weird way. His heart pounding in his chest as he sips at his can of soda all the while he watches Chifuyu.
The way the smaller male rubs his stomach, his hand pausing every so often and his body tensing ever so slightly. The way his pale throat works, his Adam's apple bobbing ever so slightly when he swallows almost convulsively. The dazed expression almost blissed-out expression still on his face despite the clarity he clearly had.
Baji loves it all for some reason and in a weird way, it makes Chifuyu look cuter to him. This strange feeling was something Baji noticed happened often the few times he’d seen Chifuyu puke in the past, with anyone else it was different he’d be slightly disgusted or even outright amused. But with Chifuyu that feeling of what seemed like arousal was always there, Baji didn’t know why either it just was.
Maybe it was because Chifuyu was special to him in a sense, he wasn’t sure truthfully. The transition from just being good friends to boyfriends happened so smoothly and naturally that neither of them felt the need to acknowledge it. They just loved each other and loved being around one another and they didn’t really care how anyone else took their relationship because they knew what they had.
“Yeah, feel like shit,” Chifuyu whispered, feeling Baji’s eyes on him. Chifuyu brings the can of soda to his lips; he pauses, closing his eyes for a moment in an attempt to force back the wave of nausea still rolling over him.
He takes slow careful sips of the soda, doing his best to avoid setting his stomach off and he winces, a slight grimace twisting at his features when the soda seems to settle like a ball of ice in his gut. A sharp ache twisting at it as it makes a low growling noise clearly upset.
Baji glances away, shifting his legs slightly when that one noise seems to go straight to his dick. He looks back down at Chifuyu when the other suddenly rests his head on Baji’s shoulder with a soft huff, setting his can of ginger ale off to the side for a moment.
For a moment or two, it’s quiet between the two of them as Baji continues to sip on his own soda, trying desperately to distract himself from the noises Chifuyu’s stomach was making as well as the way heat seemed to be gathering in his cheeks, his erection is almost painful at this point and isn’t helped when Chifuyu muffles a soft but sickly sounding burp into his hand.
“Turned on huh,” Chifuyu suddenly says softly and Baji jumps his eyes going wide as he looked down at Chifuyu.
Following Chifuyu’s gaze, he notices his own erection clearly straining the fabric of his pants. “I-I-,” Baji stammered clearly, scrambling for some type of excuse.
Chifuyu isn’t mad though strangely enough, instead giving a small snort as he closes his eyes. “Weirdo,” he chuckles softly, his tone is clearly playful, almost teasing. “I’d have to be blind to not notice you staring at me this entire time.”
“Sh-shut up it’s not what you think idiot,” Baji huffed, glancing away his face turning red with embarrassment this time instead of lust, although he can’t exactly come up with an excuse because there isn’t exactly one that would make sense in this current situation. Especially not when Chifuyu had caught him completely red-handed like this.
Chifuyu gives a soft snort, opening his eyes slightly. “It’s fine, its been happening for a while right? You liking the way I look when I’m like this?”
“I guess so,” Baji eventually sighed, some part of him still refusing to admit it. That he loves the way Chifuyu looks when he’s in this state, that he gets turned on when he sees Chifuyu puke.
Chifuyu closes his eyes again and at first, Baji thinks he’s drifted off to sleep, but then he grabs Baji’s free hand by the wrist guiding it to his stomach and Baji freezes going completely still. Chifuyu’s stomach is slightly bloated, Baji’s fingers sinking ever so slightly into the skin there, and yet while the area is soft and plush at the moment there’s also tension lurking just beneath the surface.
It gurgles and growls loudly, practically rippling and shifting beneath Baji’s fingers, the organ writhing like a ball of pissed-off snakes. Baji’s heart pounds in his ears as the world seems to fall away so that it’s only him and Chifuyu. He’s had fantasies here and there that he often quickly extinguished because he just believed that there was no way in hell anything like this would happen. Especially not if Chifuyu were sick and feeling as awful as he currently was.
Chifuyu opens his eyes slightly glancing up at Baji, a slight smile on his face and the way Baji is looking at him, the clear want and admiration in his eyes have his heart pounding in his chest. “It hurts, so be gentle alright,” Is all he says before closing his eyes once more and snuggling further up to Baji’s side.
Baji nodded quickly as he carefully began rubbing Chifuyu’s stomach, his fingers applying the slightest pressure all while he attempted to commit every sound that both it and Chifuyu are making. The soft cute hiccups that jolt his body every so often, the way his stomach churns beneath Baji’s fingers eliciting soft gurgling noises every so often. Baji tries his best to memorize it all.
Eventually, Chifuyu’s body relaxes against Baji’s as he falls asleep due to Baji’s soothing touch and Baji smiles slightly. His hand leaves Chifuyu’s stomach for a moment, brushing those familiar blonde strands away from his forehead to take his temperature. A slight scowl appears on his face when he finds that it’s still pretty high.
Baji wraps his arm loosely around Chifuyu’s waist, carefully laying a hand on his stomach once more. He should probably wake Chifuyu up and help him home but he doesn’t, not when Chifuyu is so clearly exhausted, sick, and needs rest. Baji didn’t mind waiting out here a bit longer with him.