"Yu-" With a start, Touya sat straight up in his bed, Yuki's name still on his lips. He blinked, staring around his room. The sun was shining through his open window onto his face, his cheeks red and flushed. Alone.

"God damn you fate!" He groaned. "The one time I get Yuki in bed, and it's a frickin' dream?"

Grabbing the nearest pillow, Touya slammed his head repeatedly into it, mumbling all the time about sex bunnies, cats, mice and all the awful things he would do to the next person to walk through that door. As if on cue, an ever-so familiar head peeked around the doorframe and beamed at him.

"Did you call me, To-ya? Something about a bed?" At the sight of that clueless grin, Touya became painfully aware of a certain…problem and clapped the pillow down to cover his lap. He chuckled nervously.

"Ah…Yuki. I erm…didn't call you. What are you doing here anyway?" Realizing how rude that sounded, Touya became even more flustered.

"I mean, you're welcome here anytime, it's not I mind having you. I like having you, and you could stay here whenever. If you're lonely or hungry or whatever, well, you're always hungry aren't you? And I don't mind…really…yeah."

He trailed off and clutched the cushion closer.

Yuki nodded as if his friend's half-panicked speech had made perfect sense.

"You're sick, remember? And your father had a class to teach, and Sakura had some school project to work on at the library. I didn't want to leave you here alone…" His voice grew concerned. "You must have been sleeping pretty deep. Maybe you have a fever?" Yuki entered (wearing clothes Touya noticed) and the look in his eyes was worried rather than predatory. Still Touya couldn't help but think of his dream, especially when Yuki leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. "You're burning up." he exclaimed. "You must feel awful."

Touya opened his mouth. "Don't talk." Yuki cooed.

"Your throat must hurt, you sound awful." Yuki shifted to sit on his heels by the side of his bed. His face lit up. "I know what you need…what you want."

He beamed at Touya, who wrinkled up his forehead. "You do?" Yuki clapped his hands together, looking pleased.

"Some miso soup! Won't that taste good?"

Touya nodded weakly. "Uh…sure." Yuki scampered off towards the kitchen.

"Be right back," he said with a wave. As soon as he was out of sight, Touya slumped back again, his head clouded with images. He clenched his fists into the pillowcase and tried to think of something to keep his mind off the dream. Soccer. Playing soccer on a sunny spring day with the team, running…looking over his shoulder to see Yuki waiting on the sideline, watching him intently. Yuki, sun in his hair and on his shoulders. No, that wouldn't work at all. Riding his bike. Wind in his hair, legs pumping, Yuki close behind him, holding onto his hips, feeling him, warm and soft, bumping thighs against him…No.

Touya tried to think of the least sexual thing he could. Studying. That was it. Studying something horribly boring and dry, copying formulas from a thick textbook till the sun went down. Straining his eyes and pouring over work for trig finals. Yeah. Studying was definitely not sexy. And even when Yuki did come over, it's not like he looked amazing doing something as uninteresting as math formulas. Head bent over a book, knees pulled up to his chin, sitting on his bed. Sometimes it would get late, and he'd sleep over and…they'd share a futon. Yuki would snuggle close in his sleep, drawn to Touya's warmth, and when they woke in the morning it was wrapped around each other. "Damn it". Touya swore quietly to himself. "Does he have to make everything sexually frustrating?"

"Do I have to what now?" Yuki said, balancing a tray with one hand while he opened the door. Touya added another layer of pillow armor to his lap, clenched his teeth and shook his head. "Nothing." Yuki cleared his bedside table and set down the tray. He sat on Touya's bed, and held out a spoonful of the soup.

"Eat."he said, feeding Touya like one feeds a child. "You'll feel better if you eat something.

It had all become too much for Touya, who wiggled out of bed, flinging the blankets to the side. "Yuki! I'm really feeling much better. You can go." The miso soup splashed up and onto Yuki's clean white shirt. He removed it, carefully, becoming dangerously close to the naked creature of Touya's dreams.

"What's wrong?" Yuki asked with big eyes. "I'm just trying to take care of you."

Touya grabbed Yuki in frustration. "That's what ! That's what's wrong with all of this! You're so sexy and you just…bring me freaking soup. And I know I'll never get you, and I can't do this anymore." Yuki stared at Touya like he was a monster and ran out of the room. "I never want to see you again." Yuki yelled. "I hate you!"