A/N: GAHH. I'VE BEEN SO BUSY TODAY. Dx

Prompt: Acid
Words(without A/N): 1,257
Rating: T
Spoiler Alerts: No spoilers.
Verse: Alternate Universe.

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The rain smelled, tasted, and felt like acid.

The city was polluted, very much so. And nobody, not even its residents, bothered to clean it up.

Suzume tried to start a group based on helping to clean up the city, but it failed within hours. No one wanted to help; why should they when they didn't care about the environment they lived in as long as they were fine with it?

Kiyomaro decided to humor her by picking up trash and junk off the streets when Suzume was around; but she never responded, still too down by her recent failure at creating an environment-helping group. He decided to abandon his small quest in the end, and nothing ever got done.

Zeon liked the rain, but Gash didn't. The demon always pulled his twin brother back, saying it wasn't good for him and that he will get sick if he stays out in the rain even for a short while. So the silver haired demon resorted to running out in the rain whenever the blonde haired demon was asleep or not there at the moment. Sometimes Zeon left Gash alone (only for a very short while, though) and left to do anything he wanted or felt like doing at the moment.

When Zeon caught a cold, Gash had instantly figured out what he was doing and scolded his twin brother. The silver haired demon ignored him and tried to keep his distance whenever Gash tried to get near him so that his cold wouldn't spread. However, he did enjoy trying to catch Kiyomaro and chasing the nimble teenager throughout the house. That was always fun. Until Gash found him and shooed him back to his room.

Dufort didn't mind if Kiyomaro stayed out in the rain. In fact, the man actually encouraged it. A little too much. And, like most things the man did, it got on Kiyomaro's nerves.

One little push was all it took to get the frail teenager sniffling and huddled under a pile of blankets the next day with a thermometer sticking out of his mouth.

"How the hell did we even get a thermometer, anyway?" Kiyomaro shouted, then paused to sneeze.

Zeon started whistling and looked away. The teenager instantly turned to him, clearly unamused. The silver haired demon looked back at him and smirked. Kiyomaro narrowed his eyes, but didn't do anything. This pleased Zeon even more, knowing that the 'weak' human couldn't do anything to him.

Kiyomaro then growled and turned back to Dufort, who had just walked back in the room, newly made soup hot in his hands. "And you! Why the hell did you have to push me out from under the umbrella, anyway? This is all your fault, do you know that?" He sneezed again.

"It was so I could take care of you." Dufort said bluntly. "Even more so than usual. You two," he turned to the two demons. Zeon was snickering evilly and Gash was looking worried for his human partner. "Leave. Now."

Gash paled and ran out of the room the second he knew Dufort was serious. Zeon, not wanting to be left alone with the humans and wanting to make sure his beloved brother didn't do anything stupid, ran out after him. Dufort placed the soup bowl on the nightstand next to the sick Kiyomaro and turned to the teenager.

"How are you feeling?" Kiyomaro looked at him, a confused yet annoyed look featured on his face.

"What the hell? How do you think I'm feeling? Do you want me to throw that soup at you? I will, you know. I'll totally do it. Just say one more thing to get me angry and I'll-" another sneeze cut him off. Dufort smirked, but only a little. Kiyomaro noticed, however. "You're laughing at me inside because of my misery, aren't you." It wasn't a statement. It was a fact.

"Yes." Was the very blunt answer. "And if you do throw the scalding hot soup at me, I'm going to make you clean it off."

"…How?"

"I don't care. Either through the use of a shower or on the bed. But you can't use any cloth to help you."

"What the hell? Pervert!" Kiyomaro screamed and was grabbed the soup bowl, ready to fling it at the older male but then stopped himself. Dufort was a man of his word. And he'd force Kiyomaro to follow his perverted fantasies, no matter how much the teenager didn't want to do it. So he quickly decided that just allowing the man to take care of him was better.

"Open your mouth." Dufort commanded suddenly, grabbing the bowl and dipping the spoon inside of it.

"No!" Kiyomaro shouted and grabbed the bowl himself. The soup splashed out and spilled all over him, causing the teenager to shriek in surprise yet with a bit of pain mixed with it. He quickly grabbed the blankets he discarded earlier when his body warmed up too much for his liking and immediately started dabbing the wet area. Dufort meanwhile stared at him the whole time, clearly amused.

"Oh, look. Now I get to clean you instead." Dufort picked the teenager up and only held him tighter when he started to struggle. Kiyomaro sighed and gave up, the burns on his stomach and face only a throbbing pain now.

"You knew this would happen, didn't you." Once again with the facts. Dufort didn't answer. Not a verbally spoken reply, nor even with a simple shrug of his shoulders. Kiyomaro lay there in his arms wide-eyed. So he didn't know this would happen? Weird. Wait, so that meant that he had just chosen his own demise. Oh, that was just great. "You aren't taking me to the shower, are you?"

"What? No. Why would I bring you to the shower when we're already outside?"

"Huh?"

Kiyomaro looked up and just now noticed the sound of the rain slapping harshly against the pavement. It had been raining for about a week straight now; it was turning into a flood. The water must've completely soaked the bottom of Dufort's shoes, yet the man didn't seem to mind. The large puddles on the pavement looked completely black; maybe it was just the rain's actual color? The rain in their city was the equivalent to acid, after all.

"Why did you take me outside?"

"For this."

Dufort set the short teenager down and before Kiyomaro could say anything, the man had him wrapped tightly in a hug and was currently pressing his lips harshly to his own. Kiyomaro didn't say anything; he just stared wide-eyed. The rain was the reason he was sick in the first place after Dufort pushed him out from under that umbrella the other day. Did Dufort want to get sick as well?

The kiss was broken when Dufort slowly pulled away and stared at Kiyomaro's face. Kiyomaro blinked, confused. What was that all about? The arms around his waist brought him closer to the man and the teenager stood, his face buried in Dufort's neck. It was warm, and…comfortable. And now they were both completely drenched because of the rain.

"What was that for?" He couldn't help but ask.

"I just felt like it." Dufort shrugged.

"Idiot." Kiyomaro lightly punched his shoulder as best as he could from his current position. "You're going to get sick now, you know."

"And I'll have you to take care of me, won't I?"

"I'm still sick."

"Oh. Then that means we can be in bed together."

"Dufort!"