#wataei week

Heels on leather dress shoes click through the hall. Wataru hums a simple melody as he walks, bringing his usual joy and cheery aura to the boring hospital. Muffled sounds from a room he passes come to his attention, and a quick peek only raises his curiosity.

He sees a patient lying down, overshadowed by two medical staff in scrubs. One seems to be tampering with the cast on the patient's leg, and the other is next to what looks like a cart holding cylindrical tanks attached to the mask he's wearing. Wataru wonders what the gas might be for since the patient is still awake and communicating with the nurses. He feels weirdly envious at the sight. The idea of inhaling a mysterious gas is kind of exciting, almost like a magic trick. Maybe Eichi will know what they're doing if he's awake.

He knocks thrice on the door to the room he frequently visits. There's a faint, muffled response from behind the door from that familiar voice.

“Come in.”

He makes a dramatic entrance as always, happy that his companion is still up.

“Wataru!” Eichi smiles and lightly clasps his hands upon noticing his boyfriend’s arrival.

“Zestful evening, my dearest Eichi! I’ve got a medical question for you!”

“Of course, what is it?” His blond hair dangles as he tilts his head to the side curiously.

Eichi pushes himself into a sitting position and gestures with his hand for Wataru to take a seat on the stool beside his bed. However, the other chooses to remain standing for now.

“Have you any idea what they might be doing in that room over there? The patient’s face is equipped with a tube embedded on a mask, for a procedure, I’m assuming; however, he doesn’t appear to be asleep.”

Eichi thinks for a moment, amused Wataru assumes he’s some medical professional. “Not all gases are knock-out anesthesia. Perhaps they have him on laughing gas for anxiety.”

“Hm? I’ve heard of such things, but he did not look like he was laughing.”

If Wataru had dog ears, they’d be drooping. Everyone should be able to experience the joy of laughter! Especially if there's a special chemical that induces it. Wouldn’t that be fun to use for a show?

Eichi interrupts his train of thought, “Fufu. If you ask me, it’s a fairly silly name, since the effects are different for each person. For me, I’m usually quite relaxed, and I get a tingling sensation throughout my body.”

Eichi pauses, but looks as if there is something more lingering. Wataru waits patiently to let him gather his thoughts. He also really wants to know what reaction he would have to the substance.

“It’s quite a pleasant feeling, truthfully. It’s just a tad embarrassing thinking of how I react to it.” Eichi finishes, chewing on his finger.

That gives Wataru an idea.

“...Pardon me for a moment.” He creaks the door back open and pokes his head out.

The hallway is just as bright as ever, illuminated by fluorescent lights. Wataru notices beside the wall two metal cylindrical tanks attached to a small cart on wheels. Capturing it should be easy enough. He exits the room and walks down the hall inconspicuously, passing the tank and a few rooms next to it until he reaches a turn. He steps out of view and leans against the wall, and opens his phone for a few seconds. After checking to make sure no one is coming from either direction, he walks back the way he came. This time, he passes the unattended cart, his hair discreetly wrapping around the handle. He takes careful footsteps back to Eichi’s room, dragging the tank behind him. He successfully makes it through the opening. The door clicks shut behind him, and Eichi lies there, shocked in his bed.

“What did you pick up, Wataru?” He looks at him with a questioning gaze.

“Ta~Da☆!” Wataru pulls the surprise out from behind him, “I, your very own Wataru Hibiki, have managed to sneak a tank of this mysterious laughing gas you speak of to try together!”

“Wh…What in the world do you mean, you 'snuck a tank'?! Put that back before we end up getting caught!” Eichi yell-whispers.

Too late. He’s already fiddling with the machinery.

The two tanks let out a relieving hiss. One labeled ‘oxygen’ and the other labeled ‘nitrous oxide’. Wataru holds the clear mask in his palm with curious fascination. Blissfully ignoring Eichi's pleas for him to stop, he pushes it against his face and inhales deeply through his nose. He's instantly hit with a faint, indistinguishable odor. Despite the small idea of what to expect, nothing seems to be happening. Is there not enough nitrous coming through?

He waits; it doesn't happen in an instant. If he's being honest with himself, it happens way too slowly. He feels top-heavy, as if his head’s weight is too much for his body to support, like he’s falling from the sky, yet his feet remain on the ground. The arm outstretched to hold up the plastic face covering feels heavy, too. ‘Fufu. That is quite humorous!’ He thinks. After another deep inhale, it gets even funnier!

Mindlessly giggling now, Wataru allows his hair to hold the mask up for him so he can drop his shoulders and thoroughly enjoy the sensation. He closes his eyes to further let the gas take over his senses.

“Fufufufufu~”

Eichi can hear the groggy, muffled sound through the mask. He admires the sight a little bit. The Wataru who is usually so put-together is now wobbly standing before him, droopy and dazed. It's hard to enjoy it completely, though, through his worry.

“Wataru, come on, you should stop. Take that off!” Eichi struggles to push himself far enough to reach his boyfriend. Driven by the worry for his lover's health, he reaches and tries to pull the mask off Wataru’s face. Wataru whines and turns his head away like a pouting toddler, giggling as he does so.

Eichi presses the remote on the arm of his hospital bed to incline it to a more chair-like position. The cushions could not rise any slower, he thinks. With his back now supported, he reaches out again. This time, aiming for the tanks on wheels.

To his relief, he grabs onto one of the metal bars holding it up and pulls it close enough to his bed to reach the handles of the storage tanks. Unfortunately, he can't make out which one has which gas from his position. Wataru turns back around to interrupt before he can turn any dials. The look on his face is even more dazed than before. Eichi can see that his pupils are widely dilated through his lidded eyes. His wide, dopey grin shows off his perfect teeth even through the mask.

A large, six-fingered hand firmly pushes Eichi back against the inclined mattress, nearly stumbling on top of him while doing so. Now leaning over his boyfriend, he finally removes the facial covering.

“Hm? Does my dear Eichi want some too? You do like it, don’t you?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“All you had to do was ask, silly!”

Eichi would be lying if he said he didn’t want this. He didn’t tell his lover the full extent of his reactions to the substance, not to mention the fear of getting in trouble from the nurses! Guess they're both about to find out together.

“That’s it, be a good boy. Just breathe~” Wataru smiles devilishly as he stares Eichi down.

There’s not much Eichi can do to resist in his already weak state. That doesn't stop him from pretending, though. The mask gets firmly pushed down on his face, something he wishes he wasn’t used to, and there's no other option than to breathe.

“So brave~! It’s alright now, just enjoy it.”

‘That's just the problem, I don’t want to revel in it too much!’ He thinks as his limbs tingle. The air has that sweet, familiar scent that he loves, as well as the violet gaze he adores so much growing hazy around the edges. A divine smile looks down on him, accompanied by the pleasant weight lying over his torso. Maybe this won’t be that bad after all, he puts on a grin of his own.

Wataru smiles fondly, “Look at that smile! You're so adorable when you’re happy, Eichi!”

He watches as Eichi continues to flush more at the praise. The only problem is he quickly notices the effects of the drug wearing off on himself. He starts wishing he had another mask to keep his own dose going. He practices self-control to the best of his ability until Eichi is a blushing, smiley mess. Enough seconds pass where he feels good enough to put the facial covering back on and take a deep hit through his mouth, licking at the air, like it’ll do anything.

“Mmmmm~” He can’t help but slouch and sigh dramatically. This whole situation is hilarious! Eichi looks just as funny as Wataru feels right now; he can’t help but laugh. It's such a shame this stuff wears off so fast. Maybe there's a way they can share?

He drapes himself all the way over the bed, pressing his weight onto his beloved. His hair pushes down on the control to recline the chair back into a flatbed. His body feels so weightless, like the two of them could simply melt into one another. Eichi accepts his presence and sighs out a giggle of his own. He wraps his arms loosely around Wataru’s waist.

Wataru pushes the side of his head as close to Eichi’s as he can achieve. The mask is lifted barely above their faces, trying to get the flow into both of their noses at the same time. Eichi’s attempts at breathing audibly shift into more distressed ones. Wataru can’t exactly process worry right now, but he wants to know what’s changed.

“What’s wrong?” It’s a lot of effort to get any words out at all.

“...Hot.” Eichi sputters.

That makes enough sense. Eichi has a blanket and a big, warm boyfriend on top of him. Good thing he can help! His hair takes over, holding the mask while Wataru uses his tingling fingers to work the buttons on Eichi’s pajamas. It’s a little challenging; he can feel himself getting dumber and sillier as time goes on. He gives up after getting two open. It’s enough to have Eichi’s chest exposed, so hopefully he’ll cool down. Speaking of, did his chest always look so shiny?

He lets his arm rest on the pale surface. Wataru has always admired Eichi’s small breasts. Just round enough to squeeze but not protruding enough to show. It’s as if Eichi’s body knew it wouldn't be able to handle a serious procedure like top surgery. Wataru would love his boyfriend just as much either way, though. He runs a heavy hand around the soft tissue like he has many times before.

“Hehe. That…tihickles…”

Wataru’s attention is brought back to that gorgeous smile. He keeps his fingers moving ever so slightly to keep that laugh going. Eichi doesn't even squirm at all like he normally would. He must not be able to hide his desires while he’s like this. Well, it’s not like Wataru can hide his either.

“Now you’re laughing.” Wataru beams and keeps up the gentle attack on his collarbones.

“Buhut…you’re doing ihit!”

Wataru doesn't respond; his tongue is so heavy and feels like it’s filling his whole mouth. He tickles Eichi just a little bit more until he’s too tired. Once he stops, Eichi turns his head, and their eyes meet. Face to face, nose to nose, mask awkwardly held above their connection to fill the little remaining space with the silly air. Smiles and droopy eyelids with dilated pupils underneath. They don’t need words. Eichi leans in first, or more so rotates his head upwards first. Wataru happily reciprocates.

The contact sends tingles from their lips all the way down their spines to their toes. Light, airy, and pleasantly warm. The gear next to the bed is still hissing as it releases the mix of gasses around them, creating a relaxing ambiance. They don’t do much in the lazy moment, simply just enjoying having their lips pressed together. Wataru attempts to nibble on Eichi’s lower lip, but it’s just too exhausting.

“Mmrmmmm…” Eichi lets out the longest, most pathetic whine he’s ever heard.

“Whts wrng?” Wataru can barely get the words out.

Eichi struggles to take his hand and push the mask away from their faces. The hair holding it falls flat, like it’s been wanting a break. The two both take in the normal air in the room with a warm welcome.

With their minds a little clearer, Eichi speaks again, “I want to kiss you.”

“Fufufu~ You certainly don’t have to tell me twice!”

Wataru moves his hand back to caress Eichi’s chest, smooth strokes just the way he likes it. He goes back to nibble on Eichi’s lip and actually succeeds this time. He gently rubs his teeth against the chapped skin. Said chapped lips open and bring out a tongue that runs over the surface of his teeth. Wataru sticks his own out in a teasing ‘blep’. Eichi isn’t in a mood for playing around though. He shoves his own forcefully into Wataru’s mouth. The contact this time is demanding and strong. Eichi tightens his grip on Wataru’s body as well, trying to merge the two of them together.

The two make out for a good while. Swirling and twirling in eachothers mouths, hot, heavy and hard to breathe. There's a quick pull apart to take in the clean air around them, helping once again to clear their minds.

Colliding mouth to mouth isn’t enough, they’re both hungry. Tongues over teeth first, then painting each other's lips with saliva. Wataru leaves a long wet trail up the side of Eichi’s cheek, then another… and another. Lapping up the side of his face like a pleased puppy. Eichi blushes and giggles again at the sensation. Eichi moves his hands from his lover's waist to massage Wararu’s buttocks. How did he get so lucky to get a lover whose body fits so perfectly in his grasp?

With newly regained energy, a long strand of blue hair brings the mask back to press on their cheeks and fills what little space there is left. They keep on cuddling and lazily lapping at each other's faces. They giggle and take turns taking hits. The cold ill hospital atmosphere has never felt more warm and cozy. Brains and bodies turned to mush for the moment. While Wataru is having his turn, Eichi is lucid enough to realize that they've been at this for a while now. Someone’s bound to come in sooner or later. He shakes Wataru’s shoulder.

“Wataru, I think it’s time we stop. I wouldn’t want to get in trouble for this.”

“Fufufu~ No need to fear, dearest Eichi!”

Wataru inhales one last time before crawling back over Eichi and getting out of the bed. He wobbles a little bit as he gets used to standing again. He turns the dials back off on the tanks and rests the mask back on the cart. Already feeling the effect wearing off again, he swiftly removes the blanket covering Eichi’s legs and shakes it in the air before draping it to cover the little cart.

“Observe.”

Wataru once again picks up the fabric and swiftly swipes it off what it was covering originally. Gone. Disappeared into thin air. He lays the blanket back over Eichi’s legs and buttons his shirt back up like nothing happened. Eichi lifts an arm to take his hand off the button and plants a little kiss on it.

“You never fail to amaze me, Wataru.”

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