Oh, you thought this was a one-off? TOO BAD. SEQUEL TIME.

Content Warning: Vomit

"Yeah, come an' fight me, ya tool!"

Aran was in the middle of an intense match. Even if he couldn't recognize his opponent, it didn't matter to him; he was going to win this thing.

He waited for the enemy to drop their guard, then gave them his most powerful punch. The enemy fell right to the ground…and immediately, they began to spew rainbows.

Aran blinked his eyes open, and he was back in his bedroom. It was a bit early in the morning, and someone really was spewing their guts.

Shaking his head, he hauled himself to go check out what was happening. He nudged the bathroom door open, and to his dismay, it was Narcis hunched over the throne, sending whatever it was he ate last night (which certainly didn't look like rainbows) back to where it came from…sort of. One doesn't normally eat from the jacks, and certainly not a prissy boy like Narcis.

Narcis looked up from the mess he'd just made and saw Aran's grumpy face. "What," he asked weakly, "are you here to say I look like your rear end again?"

"Noo," said Aran, "but ye did ruin me good dream."

Narcis flushed away his sick and stood up. He was shaky, and had to lean on the sink for support. And then he looked back up at Aran.

As much as he hated admitting it, Aran was a fantastic holder. And after the dreadful morning he'd just had, he felt he had earned that soft embrace. So he stumbled over to him and wrapped his arms around him.

Come the feck on, not this again. He grumbled; once Narcis was in his arms, there was no getting him off. So he picked him up, letting him relax and practically go limp, and brought him downstairs.

Imagine the looks on the other boxers' faces when they saw Aran Ryan coming into the living room cuddling Narcis Prince in his arms!

"I must be dreaming," said Mr. Sandman, staring in disbelief.

"I think it's sweet that they're finally getting along," fawned Disco Kid, happy to see his boyfriend showing kindness.

Super Macho Man scoffed. "He got suckered into putting up with Nimrod Prince all day. I wouldn't call that 'getting along'," he snarked, getting up to go somewhere where the other people in the room wouldn't drain his coolness simply by existing.

Ignoring the world, Aran took his place on the couch and tried to get Narcis to sleep, hoping that would make it easier to pass him to someone else. Narcis tried to nuzzle into that sweet spot in the crook of Aran's neck, but Aran stopped him. "Ah- pukers don't get to put their face anywhere near mine."

"Coochie coo," cooed Disco Kid, scooting over to gently tweak Narcis's cheeks. Narcis didn't react. He felt rather dejected. Of course, he should have expected it, seeing how reluctant Aran normally was to offer his embrace, but it still hurt. Not nearly as much as his stomach, though. Ooh… Were his insides supposed to make that sound? Why did it have to be him? It simply wasn't fair.

He rubbed his eyes and pulled his knees in, figuring it would do him some good to have something pressed against his abdomen. He felt sleepy...maybe a nap would do him some good too…

There ye go. Now that Narcis was asleep, Aran got up off the couch to pawn him off on King Hippo, who gladly took the snooty blond off his hands. She tickled under his chin and cooed Hippoan words to him. Wasn't he the most adorable little gumdrop in the world?

"Broken?"

It was nearly an hour later. Aran had been in the living room, enjoying some snuggle time with Disco Kid (whom he actually didn't mind holding), when King Hippo had rushed in, begging him to take Narcis back, claiming he was broken.

King Hippo bobbed her head up and down, holding Narcis out to Aran. Aran looked at Narcis, trying to figure out what Hippo was so upset about, and noticed that especially sickly look on his face, and some crusty muck around the corners of his lips. "The wee tool's been pukin', 'asn't he?"

King Hippo dropped Narcis back into Aran's lap and backed away, as if he were a bomb about to go off. Fantastic. Aran grumbled as he sat up to reposition himself properly. Narcis put his arm around his shoulder, softly whimpering.

"Hey…" Disco Kid put his hand on Narcis's back. "It's alright. This stuff happens."

Narcis adjusted himself, and was able to get to that good spot. This time, Aran didn't stop him. He just sighed and leaned back.

"I thought you didn't want him doing that," said Disco Kid.

"I give up," grumbled Aran, putting his hands on Narcis's back. "I'm gonna get whatever he 'as anyway. No sense in fightin' with 'im."

Aran was going to risk getting sick for me? Why, that was rather humbling. Could it be, perhaps, that Aran wasn't quite as boorish as he seemed?

Oh. Now Aran was rubbing his back. A gentle grin spread across his face. Oh, this feels wonderful…

Just then, Heike entered the living room and came to sit with his dear Jamie. "Took ye long enough," said Aran, "where were you all morning?"

Heike gave an offended scoff. "Self-care doesn't happen by itself." He shook his hair out, and realized that Aran was giving Narcis a back rub. "My, that certainly isn't something you do often."

Aran rolled his eyes. "He's already clingin' to me like I'm 'is mummy. May as well bite the bullet and act like it."

Heike and Disco Kid moved in closer to take over. Heike rubbed small circles on Narcis's back, while Disco Kid softly said soothing things to him. Narcis adored the attention; there was nothing in the world that eased his nerves better than some good ol' TLC.

"제임스…" (James…)

Narcis turned his head to see Lime Ladybug bent over next to him, holding a small glass with…something in it. "나는 당신에게 '나아지다' 스무디를 만들었습니다." (I made you a 'get well' smoothie.)

Narcis eyed the contents of the glass. "What's in it?"

"생강의 힌트와 함께 사과와 바나나." (Apples and bananas, with a little ginger.) Aran sat up so Narcis wouldn't spill the drink on him, and Lime Ladybug gave him the glass.

Apple, banana, and ginger. That sounded quite nice. Narcis took a sip. It was sweet, with a light tang. It was very tasty. Before he knew it, he finished the glass.

"당신이 그것을 좋아할 줄 알았어," said Lime Ladybug, ruffling his hair. (I knew you'd like it.)

Nighttime was drawing nearer. Aran brought Narcis upstairs to his room, and sat down on his bed, trying to get him to fall asleep.

Narcis, on the other hand, didn't want to fall asleep. Falling asleep meant that Aran was going to put him down, and he wanted him to stay.

The feck? Why wasn't Narcis falling asleep? Aran thought by this point, he was intentionally trying to stay awake. "Come on, boyo, ye need yer sleep."

Narcis just clung to him tighter. "Don't go."

Aran was extremely confused. "I don't like you, and ye don't like me."

Narcis was conflicted about how to respond to that. Yes, he and Aran had never gotten along, but he was such a good caregiver that day, and the last time he was ill. "I don't think we hate each other nearly as much as we think we do."

Aran scoffed. "Yer talkin' out of yer arse." Although he did think about it a bit. Looking after Narcis wasn't terrible, per se. In fact, it was like holding a warm, if wiggly pillow. Oh my god, am I actually growing on this tool?!

Narcis eventually found it too difficult to stay awake, so Aran laid him down and pulled a blanket over him. Obviously, he didn't want to spend all night by his side, so instead he took a pillow from his room and handed it off to Narcis to hold onto. "Don't be crawlin' into me bed, now." Then he left the room, hopped in the shower and scrubbed himself good, and went to bed.

The next morning, Narcis woke up feeling rather refreshed. It seemed he had only had a 24 hour bug. He rubbed his eyes, and now that he was more alert, he couldn't quite work out why cuddling Aran's pillow had helped him sleep so much. It was musty, and hadn't been fluffed in a bit.

The door opened, and in came Heike. "You're looking a lot better, darling." He took his love by the hand and pulled him up out of bed.

"Aren't I beautiful?" Narcis winked and kissed Heike's cheek.

"Come downstairs," said Heike, "I made breakfast."

Little did Narcis know, that wasn't the only surprise waiting in the kitchen…

"Lacey!"

Narcis slid into a chair and hugged his little sister, who slid him a plate of waffles. "I decided to come over when I heard you were sick," said Lacey, "but I'm glad to see you're feeling better now."

The three of them dug in, while King Hippo was still dressing up hers. Just then, Aran and Disco Kid came in. "Oi," said Aran, "ye good now?"

Narcis nodded, nibbling on a crispy edge.

"Good," said Aran, "'cause I ain't holdin' ye like that until the next time ye start spewing yer guts." He sat down, and everyone ate their breakfast.