Contingency
by
Tychos Kouros
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"This is really nice," Kakashi said as the waiter led them to their table. Iruka looked around, sticking close to Kakashi's side.
"I'm really under-dressed, Kakashi," he said.
"Not enough, Dolphin. Not nearly enough..." he said, frowning. Iruka jabbed an elbow in Kakashi's side before moving to his seat. He wasn't quick enough, though, and Kakashi was there to pull it out for him, causing Iruka to blush as he whispered his thanks.
"What can I get to drink for the two of you?"
"Wa—"
"What are the better of your wines?" Kakashi asked, cutting off Iruka. The waiter eyed him a minute, before answering.
"Well, we have Montrose, Mouton-Rothschild, Clos Erasmus, Domaine de la Romanee Conti La Tache—"
"What vintage?"
"1995."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were insulting me." Kakashi said, frowning underneath his mask, his eyes hard. The waiter, however, seemed impressed.
"I apologize, you truly know your wines. I saw a bottle of Domaine de la Romanee Conti Richebourg, I can check to see if it's still there."
"1929, I hope?" The waiter smiled, nodding his head before walking away.
"Really, Kakashi, it's fine. I'd just like some water."
"You can have your water, too," Kakashi said. "Have you looked over what you want?" Iruka shook his head, opening the menu.
"Oh my—" he said, clapping a hand over his mouth and ducking his head when people turned to look. "Kakashi, these prices!" Kakashi looked down, shrugging.
"Sit down and relax. It's no big deal," Kakashi said, smiling softly when Iruka shot him a disbelieving look. "Just enjoy the meal, and then the bill will have been worth it." Iruka nodded, putting his hand over the prices as he looked for the simplest meal he could recognize the name of. The waiter came back with an old-looking bottle, setting it on the table as he began to unscrew the cork.
"Are you two ready to order?" the waiter asked as he worked the cork out. Kakashi looked over at Iruka, who shook his head.
"We'll need just another minute," Kakashi said. The waiter nodded.
"I'll be right back with your glasses." Kakashi looked at Iruka.
"I don't have any idea what any of these things are," Iruka said. Kakashi smiled, closing his menu.
"Do you have anything in particular in mind?" Iruka shook his head. "Well, then how about their Baked Stuffed Lobster? It's supposed to be their most famous dish."
"I guess I'll have that then..."
"I'll order the other things for us," Kakashi said, giving Iruka another smile as the waiter returned.
"You've made up your minds?" Kakashi nodded his head, opening his menu again.
"He'll have the Baked Stuffed Lobster, and I think I'll have the... American Bouillabaisse. Also, we'll both be having orders of Lobster Bisque, Seafood Newburg, and... the house Seafood Chowder, please. Also, he'd like a glass of water." The waiter nodded, scribbling on his notepad.
"For your salads?"
"I'd like Caesar," Kakashi said, looking at Iruka.
"I'll have the same," Iruka said, looking down at the table before glancing out the window. The waiter nodded, taking the menus and setting down two wine glasses, filling them before leaving. Iruka watched a large houseboat entering the dock. The dock was fascinating to look at. Sailboats, houseboats, speedboats, jet skis, all rocking from side to side. Iruka watched the seagulls, dark specks in the darkening orange of the sky. Kakashi took a sip of his wine, looking out the window.
"Just wait until the sun sets. Even with the harbor lights, the stars are beautiful."
"We'll see the sunset?" Kakashi nodded, moving his foot next to Iruka's. Iruka took in a deep breath, a warm shudder running up his spine. Iruka closed his eyes, feeling the way Kakashi's foot left the shoe and moved up his leg, moving to the inside of his thigh before pressing against his groin, rubbing the hardness. Iruka was breathing hard, eyes lidded enough to see the evil grin across Kakashi's face. Suddenly the foot was gone, and before Iruka could ask, a salad plate was being put in front of him.
"T-thank you," Iruka said. The waiter set the glass of water down.
"Is the wine to your liking?" he asked Kakashi. Kakashi nodded. The waiter smiled, before leaving. Iruka could feel his heart pounding his chest.
"You should try the wine," Kakashi said. Iruka looked at the glass, before picking it up and taking a sip. It was sweet, but with a twang of something he couldn't describe. He took another, deeper sip, feeling the gentle warmth that spread through his throat and chest. "Do you like it?" Iruka nodded, taking a sip of his water.
"It's different," Iruka said. Kakashi smiled, nodding. Iruka watched as more ships began to enter the harbor, heading in for the night. He sipped on his wine, waiting as the sun fell.
By the time they'd finished their meal, hours later, Iruka was the victim of a warm meal, a romantic sunset, a beautiful night sky, and too many glasses of wine. Kakashi half-carried him to the car, helping him into the car. Kakashi drove back to his house listening to the soft snores of Iruka. Not wanting to wake him, he carried Iruka from the car to the house, taking him straight to the bedroom where he stripped Iruka down to his boxers, doing his best not to wake him. After maneuvering Iruka under the covers, and grabbing a warm shower where he tended to the hardness between his legs, he toweled himself off and slipped under the covers with his Dolphin. Kakashi gave the sleeping man a gentle kiss on the cheek, before wrapping an arm around the other's waist, and drifting off to a warm, blissful sleep.
Kisame backed out of the driveway, glancing at Itachi before putting the truck in drive and heading for Itachi's apartment. Itachi stared out the window at the night sky, eyes lidded as he rested his head against the window. He closed his eyes, drifting off, until a stop and some conversation made him turn to see Kisame showing his ID to the guards. The gate opened, and Kisame pulled away from the military base.
"Thanks for the dinner," Itachi said. "It was good." Kisame smiled.
"I'm glad you liked it." Itachi nodded, sitting up. He stretched his arms, looking around the truck. He noticed oxygen tanks in the back seat.
"How often do you dive?"
"About three times a week. Once on the weekend, and twice during the week. Have you ever been diving?" Itachi shook his head. "I can take you some time, if you'd like." Itachi smiled a little, his thoughts drifting to images of Kisame wearing a skin-tight bodysuit, or even just trunks, swimming around a pool. "What's so funny?" Itachi blinked, the grin fading. He snapped his head towards Kisame, before looking out the window again.
"Nothing. I'd love to go diving some time," Itachi said, leaning his head on the window again, pressing his cheek against the glass.
"So tell me about your brother." Itachi looked over at Kisame, who was looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Itachi sighed, sitting up again.
"He graduated High School last year, and is in his second semester at the university."
"Sounds like a smart kid." Itachi smiled, nodding.
"He is. He was valedictorian of his class. They've given him an academic scholarship."
"What's he studying?" Kisame asked.
"Chemistry. He always liked it. He'd bring me problems to help him with, and I guess he got turned on to it. He likes Physics, too, but I think he likes how much bigger the world of Chemistry is."
"You two sound a lot alike," Kisame said. Itachi looked at him, before looking away. There was thumping as the truck tires ran over reflectors, Kisame turning off the highway and onto a road. After a few minutes, Itachi told Kisame where to turn, pointing to a small street that led them into an apartment complex. Itachi pointed to an empty parking spot, opening the door and stepping out of the truck. Kisame got out with him, walking him to his door. At the door, Kisame placed a hand on Itachi's hip, moving his other hand to hold Itachi when Itachi didn't resist. "I really enjoyed today," Kisame said.
"Me too." Itachi leaned forward, hesitating, before lifting his arms to wrap them around Kisame's neck. Kisame moved his hands to rest on Itachi's ass, rubbing with his thumbs. Itachi sighed at the feeling of Kisame's breath on his neck, nuzzling Kisame's shoulder.
"I'd like to see you again soon," Kisame said. Itachi nodded, pulling back enough to look up at Kisame. Kisame smiled, moving one of his hands up to rub Itachi's back. Itachi's mouth opened a little, staring into Kisame's eyes. After a few seconds, Kisame leaned forward, giving Itachi a gentle peck on the lips. When Itachi didn't resist, he kissed again, letting his lips stay on Itachi's for longer. Itachi tightened his grip on Kisame's neck, his mouth opening as Kisame's tongue pressed his lips. Their tongues battled as Kisame repositioned them, pressing Itachi against the door, quickly gaining momentum in his dominance as Itachi melted in his arms. Kisame moved a hand to press Itachi's hardness, forcing a gasp out of him. Itachi's body tensed, his back arching into Kisame's, his head pressing back against the door. Kisame took the chance to suck and nip at Itachi's neck, stopping after a minute, laughing.
"Don't stop," Itachi said, his eyes closed as he panted, out of breath. Kisame grinned, sucking on Itachi's earlobe.
"How far do you want me to go?" Kisame whispered in his ear. Itachi pressed his bulge against Kisame's, dragging out a grunt from the man.
"As far up my ass as you can get," Itachi said, eyes lidded. Kisame let his grin ease, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Are you sure you want this?" Kisame asked, looking into Itachi's eyes. Itachi looked at him, nodding. Kisame kissed him again, taking Itachi's moans into his mouth. Itachi pushed him away, digging in his pocket. He opened the door, dragging Kisame inside. Kisame pulled back, stopping him. "I don't have anything with me."
"Sasuke's got lube."
"Condoms?" Itachi looked at him.
"I trust you," he said. "But he has them if you want them."
"Not if you don't," Kisame said, smiling. Itachi smiled back. Kisame pulled him closer, moving a hand to the back of Itachi's head as he kissed him again. When they pulled away, Itachi started pulling Kisame towards the bedroom, opening the door for him as he went to Sasuke's room to get the lube. When he got back, he found a shirtless Kisame kicking off his pants, his length sticking out through the fly of his boxers. He stared at it, breathless. Kisame smirked, moving to take the lube from him. Kisame pushed him gently back on the bed, looking down at him. "We're taking this slow." Itachi shook his head, pulling Kisame's tank top he was still wearing off.
"I don't want it slow. I'm not made of glass." Kisame shook his head, leaning down.
"I didn't say anything gentle. I said slow. When I do get to fucking you, I'll make sure to fuck you rough until you're screaming," Kisame said, voice deep and predatory. Itachi nodded, taking fast, deep breaths as Kisame made quick work of the pants that were too large. His underwear was gone soon after. Kisame turned and dropped his boxers before lubing up his fingers. Itachi spread his legs, lifting his ass. Kisame looked at him and smiled. He moved his lubed fingers down and teased Itachi's entrance, drawing gasps and sighs. Itachi suddenly moved, taking the tip of Kisame's finger in his ass. Kisame pulled it out and moved on top of Itachi, pinning him with his free hand. "No, Kitten. Slow. Like this," he said, pressing his finger in gently, drawing a moan out of Itachi as the finger slid steadily into the tight ass. "Relax," Kisame whispered in his ear. Itachi nodded, breathing heavily as the finger began moving in and out.
"Please," Itachi said, his voice whining. Kisame smiled, moving his finger at the same pace.
"Patience, Kitten. We have all night to have fun."
Sasuke stood in the kitchen, boxer-clad after a warm shower to ease his tired muscles, the aftermath of an active day, and an especially active night. He poured himself a mug of freshly brewed coffee, shaking his head as it bitch slapped him awake. He put a bowl of ramen in the microwave and poured a glass of milk, taking another sip of coffee as he leaned against the counter waiting for Naruto's breakfast to be ready. He put the coffee down and looked at the front of the newspaper he'd set on the counter for Iruka. Across the front was a picture of soldiers running drills. More of the same. Sasuke read the article, waiting on the ramen, when the sound of the front door opening gave him a shot of self-consciousness. A miserable-looking Iruka walked through, dropping his bag on the couch before turning for the kitchen. He stopped when he saw Sasuke, looking Sasuke's half-naked body up and down. Sasuke looked away, trying to hide himself in the microwave as ballit spun Naruto's breakfast around.
"You made coffee?" Iruka asked. Sasuke nodded, moving to pour Iruka a mug. Iruka waved him off, grabbing a mug out of the sink. Sasuke watched as Iruka took a gulp, shaking his head from the heat.
"Are you okay?" Sasuke asked, the shock of being caught half-naked wearing off. Iruka shook his head, moving for the couch.
"Head hurts," Iruka said setting the mug on the small table before leaning back on the couch, putting an arm across his forehead. The microwave dinged, and Sasuke was quick to grab the bowl and the glass of milk, and to Naruto's room – making a point to slow himself down, feeling a need to show pride. As he closed the door behind him, Naruto rolled over, looking at him.
"Iruka's home," Sasuke said, setting the ramen and milk on Naruto's bedside table. Naruto looked at him, chuckling. "What?" Sasuke asked, glaring.
"It's just funny," Naruto said, taking a sip of milk.
"What is?"
"How you got caught red handed." Sasuke looked at him. "Where were you when he came in?"
"The kitchen." Naruto almost choked on the milk, trying not to laugh. "You could have been fucking me on the couch and it wouldn't have been more obvious." Sasuke leaned down, pinning Naruto to the bed.
"I would have, but you wouldn't let me," Sasuke said, nibbling on a spot of Naruto's neck that he knew was a weak spot.
"F-fuck you, bastard," Naruto said.
"You haven't asked to in a while, so I guess you can be on top this time," Sasuke said, straddling Naruto.
"N-no, bastard. Not now," Sasuke pressed his erection against Naruto's, grinding them together. Naruto growled, doing his best not to make any noise. He pushed Sasuke off, glaring. "Teme." Sasuke smirked, watching Naruto as he started his breakfast.
"Dobe." Sasuke stood, digging through the pile of clothes on the floor for his pants and shirt.
"You don't have to leave!" Naruto said, mouth still full of ramen. He sat up, moving over to stop Sasuke. Sasuke caught Naruto, who was on his knees, and hugged him, holding the blond's head against his chest. Sasuke bent down and kissed Naruto's forehead, running his hand down Naruto's back, smiling.
"I need to head out. Itachi's probably wondering if I'm ever coming home," he said, chuckling. He kissed the tip of Naruto's nose, smiling. "Love you, Dobe."
"Love you too, Teme," Naruto said, hugging him around his waist. "Just a few more minutes?" Sasuke nodded, letting Naruto pull him back onto the bed. Sasuke propped up on his elbow, looking down Naruto's still naked body while Naruto grabbed his breakfast. Naruto noticed him, and glared. "Why is that all you every think about?" Sasuke shook his head, pulling Naruto to him.
"It's not all I think about. You're all I think about, but it's not always sex." Naruto glanced down at his ramen.
"Like what?"
"Like your beautiful smile. Like the way your eyes shine whenever you're happy. Like the way you always help people whenever they need it. Like the way you make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world for letting me get close enough to you to do all the things I do," Sasuke said, running his hand over Naruto's chest, giving one of his nipples a passing rub with his thumb. "Or like the way you curl up against me when you fall asleep during a movie. Or the way you aren't as scared when I hold you during thunderstorms. Or even the way you pout and play hard to get."
"That's what you think about?" Sasuke nodded.
"Which is why I'm always horny," Sasuke said, dragging his hand down to settle in the blond hairs of Naruto's groin. "Because I can't get you off my mind." Naruto smiled, his face flushed.
"I love you so much, Teme." Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke's neck. Sasuke moved his hand to Naruto's lower back, rubbing it with his fingers.
"I love you too, Dobe. Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold." Naruto nodded, kissing Sasuke on the cheek before going back to his ramen. "So are you feeling better?" Naruto nodded, slurping the noodles. "Good," Sasuke said, giving Naruto a peck on the lips before standing. "Listen, I really need to head out. I'm kind of worried about Itachi. He hasn't called me all morning." Naruto set the bowl down again and hugged Sasuke around the waist, kneeling up to wrap his arms around Sasuke's neck.
"I'm sure he's fine," Naruto said. "I'll call you later, okay?" Sasuke kissed Naruto again, deeper than the peck from before, and rubbed the back of Naruto's neck.
"See ya later, Dobe."
"Bye, Teme!" Sasuke walked past an unconscious Iruka, locking the apartment door behind him.
Sasuke walked into the apartment, unsettled by how quiet it was. He checked the couch first, before heading to his brother's bedroom, thinking he was probably still asleep – odd, given the time of day, but possible. He opened the door just enough to stick his head in, calling his brother's name.
"Ita— the fuck!" Itachi jolted awake, staring at his brother in the doorway. Kisame was slower to wake, sitting up and rubbing his head, mouth widening in a yawn. Sasuke stared for a minute before turning around and walking away, heading for the front door. Itachi grabbed his boxers and chased his brother. He caught him just as he was outside the door, grabbing him.
"Sasuke, stop!"
"Who the fuck is he! And what are you.. you two...oh, God!" Sasuke said, dragging a hand down his face as an aftershock of reality hit him.
"Sasuke, I can explain..."
"What's to explain! You had se—" Itachi clapped a hand over his mouth, dragging his brother inside, though Sasuke resisted. "Stop!"
"Sasuke, get inside!"
"Not with him in there! Hell no!" Itachi found the back of Sasuke's neck and forced him inside. Itachi locked the door behind him, holding Sasuke by the wrist.
"What the fuck is wrong with you Sasuke?" Sasuke's jaw loosened before his clenched it, gritting his teeth.
"The fucks wrong with me! I'm not with the one—"
"You're the one screaming outside where all the neighbors can hear!" Sasuke scoffed, pacing away before turning around again, opening his mouth to say something, but stopped. Silence drowned the room, before the sound of a door opening made Sasuke's chest drop. Kisame, wearing his boxers and shirt, walked out of the bedroom, looking at the two brothers. Itachi looked him, then grabbed Sasuke's wrist again. "Me and my brother need to talk." Kisame nodded, stepping out of the way as Sasuke, glaring molten anger, was dragged past. Itachi got Sasuke in his bedroom, closing the door. Sasuke was quick to cut his brother off, muffling his yelling down to a normal, albeit equally harsh, level.
"Who the fuck is he, Itachi! How drunk did he get you!" Sasuke stopped, glaring at his brother. "Or is this about money?"
"No, Sasuke, why would you even think—"
"What am I supposed to think! You didn't tell me anything! I didn't even know you were dating anyone, yet alone... God! You can't even tell me when you like someone enough to let 'em... you really don't even care that much?" Itachi's concerned look flashed to rage. Sasuke didn't even have time to react before a hand was clenching his shirt and the wall slamming into his back.
"Don't you ever say that to me again, Sasuke! The fuck I wouldn't tell you if I'd gotten to that point with anyone! I spent the day with him yesterday, and yeah! I might have fucked up! But you shut your fucking mouth and listen to me before you start saying I don't care, do you understand!" Itachi asked, slamming Sasuke into the wall again. Sasuke finally broke, a few drops of falling from his eyes before he was choking on sobs. Itachi grabbed him and held him, guiding them back to sit on the bed. Itachi whispered hushes in Sasuke's ear, holding his brother close. He broke away only for a second, throwing his shirt on before he was back at Sasuke's side, holding Sasuke's head to his chest.
"Aniki!" Sasuke suddenly wailed, clenching Itachi tight. Itachi rubbed the back of Sasuke's neck, nuzzling the top of Sasuke's head.
"Shhh. It's okay, Otouto. It'll be okay..." Sasuke shook his head, gasping.
"I'm so sorry! Please...! I'm so sorry..." Itachi leaned Sasuke's head back, kissing the wetness under his eyes.
"No reason to be sorry, Otouto."
"I yelled at you, and..." Sasuke shook his head, burying it in Itachi's chest.
"I'm sorry I yelled, too. I love you, Sasuke," Itachi said, kissing the top of Sasuke's head. Sasuke nodded his head, hugging Itachi tighter, his voice muffled in Itachi's shirt. Itachi waited until Sasuke's sobbing lightened, before easing him into standing, holding him. "Go lay down, Sasuke. I'll grab a shower, get you some water, and be in there in a minute, okay?" Sasuke nodded, holding on to Itachi before letting go, head to his room. Itachi frowned, walking up to Kisame, who was sitting on the couch. Kisame stood when Itachi walked up.
"I wasn't sure if I should still be here or not..." Kisame said.
"No, no, really. I'm... sorry." Kisame shook his head.
"No, it's my fault. Last night was..."
"Last night was great. It was too fast, in hindsight... but it was still great," Itachi said, giving a small smile. "Look..." Itachi started, but stopped, shrugging. Kisame put his hands up to hold Itachi, pausing to see how Itachi would react. Itachi leaned in, letting Kisame touch him. Itachi leaned his head back, breathing in as Kisame's moved up to the back of his head. Kisame leaned down, Kisame him gently, before deepening it. He pulled away, making sure the kiss wasn't too long.
"So..." Kisame said, a half-question.
"I still need to talk more with my brother. But... I'll see you later?" Kisame smiled, hugging Itachi.
"Yeah." Kisame said with a nod, running his hand through his hair. "I should go."
"I'll go get your pants," Kisame chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Itachi went back to the bedroom, grabbing Kisame's pants off the floor. He walked up and handed them to him. "I need to grab a shower really fast and get back to him, so..." Itachi said as Kisame was putting on his pants. Once he was through with his pants, Kisame kissed Itachi's forehead, hugging him with one arm before heading for the door. "See you at the usual time?" Itachi asked.
"Yeah," Kisame said, smiling. Itachi nodded as Kisame closed the door. He headed for the shower, making it quick enough to make sure everything was washed off, especially the smell of sex, before stepping out again and toweling off. Still wet, he threw his boxers back on, and headed for the kitchen to grab a cup of water. Then he headed for Sasuke's room, opening the door to find Sasuke sitting on his bed half undressed, staring at the floor.
"Hey..." Itachi said, walking up to Sasuke. He put the glass of water on the nightstand, sitting down by his brother. "Are you alright?" Sasuke shook his head.
"Scared." Itachi nodded, scooting closer and wrapping an arm around Sasuke's shoulder.
"About what?" Sasuke sobbed again, turning to cling to Itachi.
"Don't wanna lose you." Itachi held him tighter.
"You'll never lose me, Sasuke. No man or sex or anything will ever come between us. We're brothers, Sasuke. Those bonds don't break." Sasuke nodded, but didn't say anything. "Has anything we've ever been through changed things between us?"
"No, but this is different!"
"How is this different?" Sasuke looked away, shaking his head.
"You're mine. You've always been mine... and now you're his."
"Did things change because of Naruto?" Sasuke snapped his head up, staring at Itachi. "Don't go there!"
"I'm not going anywhere, Sasuke. You love Naruto. You love him a lot. But does loving Naruto mean you love me any less?" Sasuke shook his head, his bangs whipping the sides of his face.
"Never, and it never has."
"Well..." Itachi said. "It's not so different. I won't lie to you. Sex this early was a mistake. And believe me, Sasuke, I feel horrible for making you go through that. But that's something we need to work out later. Sex is a ways away, for now. And if we get there and you're not comfortable with it, I'll slow it down until you are." Sasuke nodded, a smile beginning to work its way back, before disappearing.
"And what if he doesn't accept that?"
"He will. And if he doesn't, then he's not the kind of guy I thought he was."
"Who is he, anyways?" Itachi took a deep breath, looking down at the floor.
"You know the guy I told you about who shows up every morning?" Sasuke started to stand up, but Itachi pulled him back down.
"That's him! You slept with him!"
"He made a clever point about how I once said that if the world was ending I'd go on a date with him. So, we had lunch, and I realized that he's not near as strange as he seemed. I spent the day with him, and it was nice." Sasuke nodded.
"It's just weird." Itachi looked at him, waiting. "You know. You having... sex. I mean, I always said I'd be comfortable with it. I even told Naruto I would when we were talking about Iruka having sex, but... this is different." Itachi nodded, rubbing Sasuke's back. "You haven't had sex since..." Itachi stopped rubbing, closing his eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"It's fine, Sasuke."
"No, really." Sasuke shook his head. "I don't... I don't want to talk about it." Itachi let out a deep breath, nodding.
"You can talk to me about whatever you want. Including that." Sasuke nodded, leaning against Itachi. Itachi leaned back onto Sasuke's bed. Sasuke crawled up beside him and curled up, his head against Itachi's chest. Itachi rubbed Sasuke's bare back, burying his face in Sasuke's hair. "I miss this."
"Me too," Sasuke said. Sasuke was quiet, his breathing getting slower. "You promise things will never change?"
"I promise. I'm not going anywhere." Sasuke nodded into Itachi's chest, smiling. "I'll always be here for you, Otouto."
"I love you, Aniki." Itachi smiled, hugging Sasuke.
"I love you too." The two laid there for an hour, before Itachi had to get up and leave for work. Sasuke, who was already in a light sleep, splayed out on his bed and fell into a dreamless, deeper sleep.
Two hours later, Sasuke woke up. He dropped his pants and boxers, the last of his clothes, and headed for the shower. While he stood waiting on the water to warm, he suddenly felt his stomach turn. A wave of cold and fear washed over him, and he bared managed to get himself over the toilet before vomiting. After the rolls of convulsions passed, he leaned back, sitting on the floor and bringing his knees to his chest. He curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, crying.
