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Aug. 5th, 2009 04:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaGareki should have noticed when Nai started acting strange. The thing was, he didn't notice, and Nai wasn't acting *that* strange. Nai was always staring off into space, or wandering around listlessly. Nai was also kind of clingy, which was new for Gareki, but he had gotten used to it with Nai. It just…
Well, he started noticing when Nai started humping his leg.
"There's something wrong with him." Gareki was halfway across the room. He liked Nai, he did, and something inside of him had twisted when Nai had looked up at him with teary eyes… but Nai had been *humping his leg*. Nai looked pained, and was whining slightly from his position across the room. Every once in a while he would make an aborted attempt to get to Gareki, aborted because thankfully Yogi was holding Nai down.
"I want Gareki." Nai whined, his cheeks flushed, his forehead sweaty. He was a *mess*.
"What's wrong with him, Akari-sensei?" Yogi asked, looking over at the handsome doctor running Nai's tests.
Akari checked Nai's temperature, and turned away to mark something on a chart. "I cannot be sure, but I believe that Nai may be in heat."
Gareki, who remembered the feverish clutch of Nai's fingers at his bare shoulder blinked. "…oh hell, no."
Well, he started noticing when Nai started humping his leg.
"There's something wrong with him." Gareki was halfway across the room. He liked Nai, he did, and something inside of him had twisted when Nai had looked up at him with teary eyes… but Nai had been *humping his leg*. Nai looked pained, and was whining slightly from his position across the room. Every once in a while he would make an aborted attempt to get to Gareki, aborted because thankfully Yogi was holding Nai down.
"I want Gareki." Nai whined, his cheeks flushed, his forehead sweaty. He was a *mess*.
"What's wrong with him, Akari-sensei?" Yogi asked, looking over at the handsome doctor running Nai's tests.
Akari checked Nai's temperature, and turned away to mark something on a chart. "I cannot be sure, but I believe that Nai may be in heat."
Gareki, who remembered the feverish clutch of Nai's fingers at his bare shoulder blinked. "…oh hell, no."
