Prompt: Neji's in bed with a triple-digit fever leaving Sasu and Shika worried while he sweats it out.
Genre: General (I wouldn't really call it romance...I guess)
“Shit...shinobi get sick?” Sasuke frowned, looking down at his lover’s tightly closed eyelids as he turned over restlessly. Shikamaru gave him a look.
“I’m just going to assume you said something like that because you’ve been out of the social loop...forever.” he ignored Sasuke’s death glare. “Yeah, Sasuke, even elite shinobi like Neji get sick.”
“Yeah but...” the Nara bit back a smile when he saw the Uchiha lightly brush chocolate bangs away from his lover’s face. “This is Neji. I mean you, whatever...”
He would have snapped something dry and slightly biting but refrained as he took in the Uchiha’s expression. With a sigh, he put his hand on the Uchiha’s shoulder. “How about this, why don’t you go and make him some soup?”
That earned him a look. “Do I look like a housewife to you?”
Shikamaru rolled his eyes at him “No, but besides Neji you’re the only one who knows how to cook. It’ll help him get better.”
Sasuke muttered something about him being a lazy ass and needing to learn how to cook but made no real protest after he looked at Neji one last time. The Nara sighed in slight relief, for he honestly did know how to cook – his mother had forced it on him – but he hated doing it. Might as well play ignorant for as long as one could if it got them out of troublesome chores.
“Shika?” the voice was soft and weak. Looking down at the Hyuuga, Shikamaru closed the distance, gently taking the other man’s hand. His vision seemed to be unfocused, milky eyes moving side to side almost rapidly. Chocolate brown brows furrowed and he squinted. “Shika?” he asked again, sounding confused.
“Hey.” Smiling thinly – he’d never admit it but he was just as worried about Neji – he sat down on the bed, covering Neji’s hand fully with both of his. “How ya feeling?”
White eyes blinked up at him a few times before he smiled “Hi, Shika.” He said fondly and yawned. “I love you.”
Dark eyes blinked back in surprise. The three males had been living together as lovers for quite a number of years now, almost seven, yet that word had yet to be spoken between the three of them. It was most certainly felt, but they were men and such overly emotional things seemed silly to express.
“Uh...I uh...love you too?” he wasn’t entirely sure how he was supposed to react to this scenario. Neji was acting very...un-Neji like.
“Polka dots...” he murmured, rolling over. “Don’t let them...yellow flowers...”
Shikamaru just stared at his boyfriend as the Hyuuga rolled over and fell into an almost fitful slumber, murmuring about polka dot boxers and mental trauma. He wasn’t even going to contemplate asking about that later.
“How’s he doing?” the Uchiha came in about an hour later with a pot full of what Shikamaru could only guess was rice and leek porridge. It didn’t really smell like anything in particular.
“Uh...good.” that was about as far as Shikamaru was going to go with that one.
They managed to get Neji awake and coherent enough to eat some of the soup. Sasuke ended up turning several shades of red when declarations of love were given to him by his sick boyfriend but seemed pleased enough. Of course the Nara knew better; Sasuke tried to appear that he didn’t like or crave attention but he was a huge attention whore when he wanted to be.
Afterwards, Neji wanted, no, demanded snuggling. So the other two men got under the covers and wrapped their arms around the flushed and congested male and somehow fell asleep through nasaly snoring and delusional murmurs.
“Hm.” White eyes snapped open and Neji sat up in bed, feeling amazing. Stretching, he let out a small – and dignified – yawn before looking down at his boyfriends. Both were shivering and clinging to him which got them a raised brow. “What are you two doing?”
Blood shot eyes snapped open and Sasuke glared up at him. “Sick.” He sniffled. “Your fault.”
“Excuse me?” the Hyuuga sounded quite offended. “No one told you to lie in bed with a sick person. You should know better.” He moved to get up but Shikamaru’s arms were tight around his waist. Turning, he frowned “Shika...”
“Shut up.” Came the growl. Shikamaru’s nose was very red. “We’re sick, go make us soup.”
Eyes widening in surprise at this new demanding Shikamaru, Neji nodded. “Alright...” he looked down at Sasuke who was being abnormally clingy and sighed. “Just...great.” Now he was stuck babysitting two grown men who wanted...to cuddle.
He was sure he hadn’t been this annoying. The sacrifices he made for his boyfriends.