It was brought to my attention the other day that this pairing apparently exists. And that a lot of people ship it but there's nothing for it. So I decided to write this little drabble.

READ ON, MY LOVELIES.

Alex was regrettably roused from his peaceful slumber when his bedmate thrashed beside him. To his immediate left, Kadar was gripping the bedclothes in white-knuckled fists, twisting and turning painfully as he whimpered pathetically. Beads of sweat soaked his forehead and matted his shaggy black hair. Alex made a mental note to cut it sometime in the near future. Honestly, the kid's hair grew like a freaking weed.

Groaning to himself quietly, Alex sat up and combed his fingers through his own curly hair. This was becoming too regular, almost to the point of it being routine. Now that he thought about it, Kadar really shouldn't even be sleeping in his bed. But after that first night, when he'd been jolted awake and scared shitless by a bloodcurdling scream, he just couldn't bring himself to deny the kid anything he asked. Those big, innocent blue eyes didn't help his cause, either.

Therefore, Alex found himself sharing a bed with his teenage companion every night. He wouldn't mind it, really, if it weren't for two things: one being that he had to comfort a terrified Kadar at least three times a week at the most ungodly hours of the nights. He had a hard enough time getting enough sleep as it was. The second factor was that the kid had absolutely no perception of personal space. More often than not, Alex woke to find himself with a lapful of teenage boy and it was starting to grate his nerves. It wasn't that he didn't like Kadar; no, he did, in fact, find the kid quite endearing. He just didn't want to end up doing something that he would regret and Kadar wouldn't want. Yeah, that would pretty much screw everything up.

Sighing, Alex bent over Kadar's trembling form, frowning at his pained expression. Well, now, that wouldn't do. The nightmares were becoming less frequent, but it seemed they weren't getting any less graphic.

Poor thing, Alex thought sympathetically. He certainly had his fair share of nightmares, so he could definitely relate. Absentmindedly brushing away dark bangs from Kadar's forehead, Alex reassuringly whispered, "It's okay, Kadar. I'm here." Moaning pitifully, the teenager turned into Alex's warmth for further comfort that the virus was happy to give. He gently carded his fingers through the teen's dark hair, lightly digging his fingers into his scalp to try and relax him further.

"Malik, no!" Kadar suddenly shouted, nearly sitting bolt upright in his terror.

Ah, so that's what it was. Alex felt guilty, even though there was nothing he could do about it. Kadar had told him the story (or rather, what he remembered) of Solomon's Temple. Accompanied by his brother, Malik, and a friend named Altair, he had ventured into the temple to retrieve something called the Apple of Eden. Things had quickly gone sour and, in an attempt to retrieve the very artifact he'd been sent out for, Kadar had grabbed the Apple and made to flee.

However, with a blinding light and a brief sensation of pain, the Apple teleported the young novice forward in time. Then he met Alex, and…well, what happened after that didn't matter anymore, because Kadar was safe and happy. But he had terrible homesickness, and God above knows he missed his brother and Altair. Therefore, he dreamt of them, but it was a rare occurrence that it didn't turn into a horrific nightmare.

Alex tried to offer all the comfort he could, but he knew that he could never replace Altair and certainly not Malik. Still, he would do his best.

"No, please! Don't hurt him!" Tears started to leak from Kadar's eyes and his moans of pain and whimpers of fear became more frequent. To counteract, Alex whispered more sweet nothings in the teen's ear and stroked his hair and arms in an almost loving way. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Kadar suddenly spoke in a small, scared voice.

"Alex?" Still half-asleep, Kadar reached out blindly for him, his movements becoming more panicked when he didn't immediately find him.

"I'm here," Alex assured. "It's okay."

A harsh sob suddenly forced itself from Kadar's throat, and after that first one came, he couldn't stop the rest. He soon found himself pressed into Alex's firm chest for comfort, the virus's arms wrapped around him protectively. Hiccupping uncontrollably, Kadar apologized, "I'm sorry, Alex."

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

"But I keep you up—"

"I don't mind it, Kadar. It's not like I was getting any sleep anyways," Alex lied. Well, he actually didn't mind taking care of Kadar, but this little episode had been a bit inconvenient. The teen didn't need to know that, though.

"I can sleep on the couch, you know," Kadar offered.

"Sorry, kid, it's not going to happen. Besides, you sleep better with me." Alex didn't miss the blush that spread across the novice's face. It would have been hard to, considering that the sudden heat emanating from his face was warming his neck. Smirking, Alex pulled the blankets around them and settled down into the mattress, inadvertently disturbing Kadar in the process. He continued to idly curl his fingers through the teen's dark hair as he whispered, "Just try and go back to sleep, okay? It'll be better in the morning."

Obediently, Kadar squirmed in Alex's arms until he was comfortable and ceased his crying. When the faint sniffling stopped all together, the virus could safely assume that Kadar had successfully fallen asleep once again and happily followed to do the same.

Sometime in the early morning, Alex was awoken by his bedmate once more, though much more peacefully this time around. Blearily, he opened his eyes to find Kadar yawning and mussing up his mop of black hair.

With a light groan and a quiet greeting of "Good morning," Alex pushed himself up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He quickly removed his hand from his face and opened his eyes wide when he felt a brief kiss pressed onto his cheek. Kadar was blushing and refusing to look at him, but he still opened his mouth to speak, "Thank you for last night. It was really nice of you."

Pressing another sweet kiss to Alex's cheek, Kadar quickly hopped off the bed and fled the room, his cheeks glowing red. Alex was left alone on the bed, pressing his hand to his cheek as if he could still feel the teen's lips there. Smiling, the virus got up to follow his roommate and return the favor.

Yeah. That's it. I've decided that I'll keep this marked as 'In-Progress,' just in case anybody wants more drabbles. And in case I just end up writing more. :p

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