Also edited. I spit on 2010 me.

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''Hatchoo!'' Emil's head shot forward at the force of his sneeze. He let out a wail of complaint.

He was sitting on the couch in the living room, a thick warm blanket wrapped around him. He'd even pulled it over his head, leaving only his face to be seen. He'd been sick for a few days, although fortunately, more fever symptoms than actual pain and nausea.

''Here,''

Richter came up to Emil, a warm cup of chocolate milk in his hands. He handed it over to Emil, who blushed when their hands touched in the process, something that did usually sent a spark but nothing physically visible. The fever was making his body extra sensitive, something he both liked and disliked. Richter handed the cup over and sat down next to Emil, turning on the TV.

''Richter, really I- I'm okay.'' Instead of his normal stuttering he was now simply cold and his teeth were clattering.

''Hardly. Besides, I doubt they'll miss me at the center. In any case it would be nice not to see them for a day.''

Emil had opened his mouth but closed it at the somewhat harsh tone of Richter's voice. Cooperation between colleagues had never been one of his strongest suits.
They sat there in silence for a moment, Emil warming his hands with the warm cup, feeling somewhat light-headed and noticing his senses becoming more blurred with the minute. Sounds sounded muted and the voices weird. His vision moved in a delayed fashion, something that slightly amused him in his current state. He swayed and let himself fall against Richter, letting out a sigh of content. Richter turned to look at the younger male.

Emil was daydreaming and Richter always found it amusing to watch Emil at moments like this. The way his eyes got bigger at a memory that would be (at least to Emil) somewhat...embarrassing, the way his cheeks would get tomato-red and he would shake his head to remove an image from his mind. It fitted Emil all too well, and it was something that proved to be something Richter just couldn't stay away from.

''Emil.''

Emil nearly jumped at Richter's voice being much closer and louder than he had anticipated. He turned his face to meet Richter's and cocked his head a little to the left with questioning eyes. Richter bent forward quickly and kissed him. Not on the mouth, but on his forehead.

Rather than his eyes widening to the size of plates Emil was not fully registering what happened. He tried to give Richter a questioning look again. His eyes tried to look through his lashes to meet Richter's eyes, an impossible task from this angle.

''You're burning up,'' Richter murmured against Emil forehead. His lips travelled down the side of Emil's face, leaving a trace of warmth yet cold on his face. He stopped at Emil's temples for a moment. Though Emil was over all cold, his face was indeed burning, and Richter's cold feeling lips made the perfect ice-pack. Emil closed his eyes and smiled at the touch, something that would normally occur after his face flushing a bright red. Another sign he was sick. Richter took of his gloves and placed his hands, which also felt cold in a nice way, on Emil's face, who automatically leaned in to the touch.

''Better?'' because of Richter's lips being still pressed against his temple the murmur sent vibrations through his head in a tickling way. Emil just nodded, his head being too fuzzy to respond. Another smile crept on his face, he liked this. It was a bit weird to see Richter in a caring way like this, but nevertheless, something he welcomed.

Emil brought his hands up and placed them on Richter's, pressing them a bit more firmly against his cheeks. Richter, who had his eyes closed too, opened them at the touch and leaned back to look at Emil's face.

It took ALL of Richter's self-control not to take advantage of Emil's fever, the expression on the boy his face was cute enough to cause a nosebleed if it wasn't for this being Richter. He made mental note that he was going to take care of Emil and as soon as the boy would be better, Richter would catch up on every single opportunity he missed. Emil leaned in closer to Richter and wrapped the blanket back around him, snuggling up to the man. Richter blinked a few times at the fact that Emil was actually craving the attention that would normally make his face turn red.

At a certain moment Emil became sleepy and Richter found himself stroking Emil's hair as the boy slept, his head resting comfortable on the man's chest, his face hidden and pressed against the skin of Richter's neck, and his warm breath tickling his skin. The rhythm of the Emil's breathing and the steady rising and falling of his chest made Richter sleepy as well and soon, he too was fast asleep.

Poor Emil was better within a week.