Stepping back inside Watari's bedroom, Tatsumi noticed something he failed to notice before: a mound of used tissues cluttering the corner of the bookcase. He frowned. "Watari, that's kinda disgusting."

"What?"

"All those tissues just sitting there on your bookcase. Good thing I bought disinfectant." he said while giving his lover the steaming mug of liquid.

"Oh. Yeah, well I meant to clean that up, but I dozed off." Watari took a long gulp of the antibiotic. "Its good. Kinda tastes like hot lemonade. Its a helluva lot better than that other shit you gave me." He grimaced at the memory.

"Hush before I make you drink the whole bottle." He walked towards the offending piece of furniture and began lifting the tissues with the tips of his fingers. He grabbed the wastebasket and dropped the used cloths inside. He shook the can of antiseptic spray and directed the nozzle along the length of the bookcase. He grabbed two fresh tissues and cleaned the now germ-free surface.

He tied the trash bag and sat it beside the door. He looked up at Watari, who was still drinking his brew, and asked, "Where's 003?"

"Outside. She was getting restless in here with little 'ol sick me, so I let her out the window for some fresh, clean air."

Tatsumi nodded. "I can imagine."

Watari glared and held up his middle finger.

"Not now, love. Once you're well, though, you have no excuses." Tatsumi smiled when he saw the fresh blush painting his lover's cheeks. "Anyway, how are you feeling now that you've had a bit of medicine?"

Watari gulped the remaining liquid and answered, "I feel a little better. I'm not cold anymore, plus my body isn't hurting anymore."

"You never mentioned body aches. If I'd known that, I would've brought some hot oil and given you a massage." A mischevious smirk stretched across the brunette's face.

Watari looked away. Why do I blush so much around him? He looked up and was about to say something when he saw a tiny brown streak out of the corner of his eye. He immediately went to the window and lifted it. 003 perched herself on Watari's shoulder and began to nuzzle next to him.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" Watari lifted his fingers and trailed them across the top of her small head. Tatsumi couldn't fight the smile on his face. 003 finally realized that her owner wasn't alone. She seemed to smile at Tatsumi. She flew over to him and nuzzled his cheek, as well.

Kodak moment, Watari thought, wishing he had a camera at hand. His already large smile stretched wider when Tatsumi lifted his hand and began to pet the small bird.

As if reading Watari's mind, the secretary looked up, only to see his scientist wearing a smile so devastating his breath caught.

The blonde became alarmed when he saw his supervisor's face evolve from happiness to shock. Watari looked behind himself frantically. Finally, seeing nothing, he whirled around and asked, "What is it?!"

Tatsumi would've laughed if his brain wasn't on hiatus. 003 did it for him. She let loose a thunder of hoot-like laughter that floated about the room, enhancing Watari's confusion.

Tatsumi literally had to shake himself in order to come to his senses. He cleared his throat, and looked up at his companion, determinedly.

"You, Yutaka."

Said person could only watch as the secretary lifted his hands and gently placed 003 in her nest and crossed the room towards him. He felt the older man wrap him in a loving embrace, and he melted. He felt lips on his neck and shoulder. He felt Tatsumi's warm breath sweep past his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Tatsumi lifted his head and placed a second delicate kiss on his blonde's forehead. He trailed his lips down his temple, along his cheeks. He licked a path towards the other man's lips. He placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. He leaned forward to plant a kiss onto the beautiful man's succulent mouth. There, he felt the softest lips he'd ever felt in his life. He opened his eyes to peer into his partner's eyes and saw white.

He'd never been so confused in his life.

Did I kiss him and faint? I don't feel lightheaded.

Suddenly the white object moved, and he saw Watari's golden orbs and grinning face. Tatsumi almost scratched his head. "Yutaka? What just happened? Did I faint?"

Watari's Cheshire-like grin grew painfully larger. "Nope. If anything, I almost did. You tried to kiss me, and I blocked it with a pillow."

"What? Why?!"

Watari looked at him seriously. "I'm still sick. I wouldn't forgive myself if you caught whatever this is," He shrugged. "Besides, just imagine if you were out sick. Bon would never be able to get Tsuzuki to come in to work. You wouldn't be there to strike the fear of God into him."

Tatsumi couldn't help a chuckle at the pseudo scenario. "I guess you're right. Although, I think Hisoka could handle him. I apologize for my lapse of judgement."

"Aww, Business Seiichiro is back. I miss Impulsive Seiichiro already," Watari pouted. "Don't worry about it. I'm just taking a rain check for now. I plan to continue where you left off soon." He winked then yawned heavily.

Tatsumi took his leave. "Seeing as you're getting tired again, I'll go take the trash."

Watari pulled back his coverlet. "Are you leaving?"

"Not unless you want me to. I thought I'd camp out on your sofa."

From his bed, the blonde shook his head vigorously. "You can sleep with me! Besides its cold out there."

Tatsumi glanced toward the bookcase. 003 had already drifted off to sleep, snoring lightly. "I don't think that would be wise," he indicated Watari's bare chest.

"I can put a shirt on!"

The secretary shook his head. "It wouldn't matter. I can still take it off you." His lips arched up into a small smile.

"But you're warm!"

His smile stretched. "Damn. Is that all you want me for?"

Watari giggled, then coughed. He cleared his throat. "Dammit. I thought I was getting over it," He muttered, leaning backwards onto his pillows. He could barely keep his eyes open.

Tatsumi leaned down and placed a third kiss on his lover's forehead. "Not in one day, love. Maybe tomorrow." He walked over to the door and lifted the trash bag. He flicked the light switch off and moved towards the door. "Good night, love." His only response was a sigh.

On his return from the hallway garbage chute, Tatsumi entered the apartment and headed straight for the kitchen. Upon his trip to prepare the TheraFlu, he'd noticed that the sink had a good amount of dishes inside it. He walked to the sink and began looking for the necessary equipment for washing them. He shrugged off the concept of Watari's dishwasher. Why spend extra money on your utilities when you could do it yourself?

After finishing the task, he re-entered Watari's bedroom and walked to the bedside. He placed a hand on the sleeping man's forehead. It was cooler, but still too hot to be considered normal. He pulled the comforter up towards his neck. He spared one last look at the man and retreated.

Deep in his much needed slumber, Tatsumi remembered feeling a cold wave brush over him. Suddenly, he felt very warm; warmer than he'd ever felt in his entire life. The sensation resulted in his subconscious delving deeper into contentment.

Around dawn he opened his eyes, only to see a sight that both shocked and thrilled him. Watari had draped himself across Tatsumi's chest and was snoring lightly. 003 had made a nest in his hair, and was curled in upon herself on top of her master's head. Watari had thoughtfully placed his coverlet across them. Tatsumi didn't even fight the full blown smile playing across his face. He glanced over at the digital clock on the stove. 5:15 am. He still had time. He smiled happily and wrapped his arms around the slight frame across him, his lover dragging him into the contagious regions of sleep.