By: hase
Written for tamotu

Initial D © Shigeno Shuichi/Kodansha/to'max/OB Planning.

Takahashi Keisuke whistled happily as he parked his car. He glanced at his watch; Takeshi ought to be home by now. He grinned and stepped out of his car, carrying the bag containing his little surprise for his lover.

It was February 14th - Valentine's Day. Normally Keisuke didn't give a damn about Valentine's Day, which usually for him consisted of smiling and nodding at a bunch of stupid girls who offered him chocolates and other tokens of love. But this Valentine's Day was different.

It was Keisuke and Takeshi's first Valentine's Day together.

A faint blush stained Keisuke's cheeks. He had spent weeks trying to figure out what would be appropriate as a gift for his lover. Chocolates were boring - and Takeshi probably received lots and lots of them from girls, since he was good-looking. He rejected the other usual gifts for the same reason.

He had contemplated giving some performance parts and accessories, but decided not to since it hardly seemed appropriate for Valentine's Day - it just wasn't something Takeshi would seem to appreciate much, since he knew that Takeshi was (surprisingly) the romantic type.

He soon found himself at the door to Takeshi's apartment. "This is it, Keisuke," he told himself. He rang the doorbell and waited for a few minutes, but Takeshi did not answer the door. Fortunately Takeshi had given him the keys to the apartment; he reached into his pocket for the key to the door and opened it. "Takeshi!" he called out as he entered.

"Hey Takeshi, it's me!" he said aloud after his greeting was not answered. He noticed the huge pile of unopened Valentine's Day gifts on the table and felt a slight stab of jealousy. Takeshi apparently had a lot of admirers, since most of the gifts in the pile were the more expensive ones girls gave to the guys they liked, instead of the normal gifts for friends or colleagues. True, Keisuke had more admirers than Takeshi, but still, Takeshi was his... and he did not like the idea of anyone else admiring his lover too openly.

"Keisuke?" came a faint voice from the bedroom.

Keisuke immediately padded to the bedroom. "Takeshi?" he said in surprise as he poked his head inside the room. "What happened to you?"

Takeshi answered with a sneeze. "I'm sick, stupid. Isn't it obvious?"

The GT-R driver was tucked in bed with a miserable expression on his face. He was dressed in his pyjamas, had his blanket drawn up to his chest and he also had a damp mini-towel on his forehead. He smiled weakly at Keisuke. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

Keisuke sighed in disappointment; his little surprise for Takeshi was now ruined, since his lover was ill. He walked to Takeshi's side and carefully sat down on the bed. "I came to see you, stupid. Isn't it obvious?" he said before he leaned down to kiss Takeshi lightly on one cheek.

Takeshi inched away slightly from him. "Don't come near me," Takeshi muttered, "I don't want you to get sick. Last thing I want is you getting my stupid cold."

Keisuke pouted. "I don't care about getting sick." He caressed Takeshi's hair, smiling affectionately.

Takeshi rolled his eyes. "I started sneezing a bit last night, but I felt better this morning so I went to work. But around lunchtime I started to feel really bad, so I went home."

Keisuke nodded; so that explains all the gifts on the table. For a moment there he thought that Takeshi's group of admirers liked him so much they even went to his apartment just to deliver their gifts. "Why didn't you answer the door?" the RX-7 driver asked.

"I thought it was another one of those annoying girls with their Valentine's Day presents."

Keisuke snickered. Those girls did like Takeshi that much.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Keisuke said innocently. "Did you go see a doctor?"

Takeshi shook his head. "No. It's just a cold." He sniffed.

"You should have gone to a doctor," Keisuke scolded playfully.

"You sound just like my mother," Takeshi grumbled. He smiled and reached to hold Keisuke's hand and gave it a gentle squueze. "Sorry. Not much of a Valentine's Day, huh?"

Keisuke laughed and tapped one finger on Takeshi's nose. "You just stay in bed," he ordered, "and I'll take care of everything." He got up to leave the room, but paused at the door to ask, "Have you eaten?"

Takeshi shook his head. "Nope. I don't really feel like eating."

"We'll see," Keisuke muttered as he headed off to the kitchen, where he began opening the cabinets in search for something easy to prepare, making a terrific amount of noise. He was a terrible cook, but he could manage a can of soup.

"Chicken or mushroom?" Keisuke pondered between the two tins in his hands. He decided to go with the chicken soup and started looking for cooking utensils.

"Keep it down!" Takeshi shouted from the bedroom, irritated with all the noise Keisuke was making in the kitchen.

"Sorry!" Keisuke yelled back in apology, and reminded himself to do things a bit more quietly. It didn't take him long to get a nice bowl of hot chicken soup ready for Takeshi. He was about to go to the bedroom when his eyes came across his bag with the 'surprise' for Takeshi. He grinned.

"Dammit, why the hell does he have to make so much noise?" Takeshi complained at the loud racket from the kitchen. He sighed and tugged his blanket over his head.

"Takeshi, let me take your temperature."

Takeshi groaned at Keisuke's voice. "No," he said stubbornly, "I want to sleep."

"Just let me do this, and then you can go to sleep," Keisuke pleaded.

"Oh, all right," Takeshi grumbled and he threw the blanket off his head. He blinked in surprise.

Keisuke was wearing a white lab coat - a doctor's lab coat, and he had a stethoscope around his neck. The RX-7 driver smirked. "Dr. Keisuke at your service."

Takeshi's eyes widened.

'Dr. Keisuke' sat down on the bed and when Takeshi opened his mouth to protest, popped in a clinical thermometer in his mouth. "Now stay put," Keisuke ordered as he felt Takeshi's wrist and kept an eye on his watch, doing a passable imitation of a doctor checking up on his patient. "39 degrees," Keisuke observed once he retrieved the thermometer. "The nurse will stop by later with your medicine and something to eat." He got up and left the bedroom.

"Nurse?" Takeshi repeated, confused. Shaking his head, he lay back down and drew his blanket over his head again, wondering if he was imagining things.

"Takeshi..." Keisuke's voice called out sweetly minutes later.

"What now?" Takeshi sighed from under his blanket.

"It's time to take your medicine."

Sighing, Takeshi poked his head out of the cocoon of blankets and for the second time that night, he blinked in surprise.

A mischievous-looking Keisuke stood next to the bed, dressed in a nurse's uniform, carrying a tray. Takeshi immediately felt his body temperature rise. "Keisuke?" he whispered as he sat up.

The 'nurse' set the tray down on the bedside table. Keisuke then sat down with the bowl of soup and offered a spoonful to Takeshi. "Open up!" he said cheerfully.

Takeshi's mouth dropped open, partly from obeying Keisuke and partly by surprise. He automatically closed his mouth and swallowed the spoonful of soup. He tried to say something, but it was impossible to say anything since Keisuke was focused on the task of feeding him.

Then again, he was too surprised to think of anything to say. He did however, find himself wishing that Keisuke's skirt was three inches shorter.

It was quite a while before he managed to speak. "Mmm... enough," he said, pushing Keisuke's hand away. "I'm full."

Keisuke pouted, but he put the bowl of soup away. He reached into his pocket for a strip of aspirin tablets. "Here," he said, "take these and go to sleep." He raised an eyebrow and asked in a sultry voice, "Are you sure you want to go to sleep?"

Takeshi laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you, my sexy little nurse," he said as he slung his arms around Keisuke's waist, "but I'm too tired for anything naughty tonight."

Keksuke wrinkled his nose cutely in disappointment as he watched Takeshi swallow the aspirin. "Damn," he muttered.

Takeshi grinned. "Where did you get those uniforms?"

Keisuke shrugged and started to tuck Takeshi back into bed. "Aniki lent them to me. I couldn't think of anything special to do tonight, so he - uh, suggested that it might be fun for us to play 'doctor and nurse'." He smirked. "Actually, I wanted to be the doctor, but since you're sick in bed, dressing up as the nurse seemed more appropriate."

"This was Ryousuke's idea?" Takeshi gasped. Now this was not something he had expected from the serious-looking elder Takahashi brother. Ryousuke did not seem to be a person who was capable of suggesting something kinky.

"You don't know aniki that well," Keisuke smirked.

Takeshi merely nodded and drew his blanket closer around him, shivering as he did. Seeing this, Keisuke slipped into the bed, wrapping his arms around his lover in a tight embrace. "I'll keep you warm," he whispered into Takeshi's ear.

"I don't want you to get sick," Takeshi protested.

"I told you, I don't care about getting sick," Keisuke replied before he kissed his lover on the back of the neck.

Takeshi surrendered and snuggled closer to Keisuke. "Fine," the GT-R driver muttered, "if you start sneezing and coughing tomorrow, it's not my fault." He snickered.

"What's so funny?" Keisuke asked curiously.

"Normally it's the nurse who complains of being sexually harassed, not the patient."

"Yeah, whatever. Now go to sleep."

"Keisuke?" Takeshi asked after a long moment of silence.

"Mmm?"

"We could play 'doctor and nurse' this weekend," Takeshi suggested coyly.

"That'd be great. But you get to play the nurse," Keisuke said. "This uniform is just way too tight," he grumbled.

Takeshi laughed.