A/N: Alright, I'm ready to finally wrap this one up. Woo-hoo! I finally finished another multi-chapter thing! Score for me! Err, yeah…I'm an awfully lazy person, so it took a little longer for me to finish this than it was supposed to. -rolls eyes- Anyway, I hope this is a logical place to end this….I' sure it could go on forever and get progressively fluffier each chapter, but now is a good time to nip that in the bud

Disclaimer: IF, and only if I owned Albel and Fayt, I would be paid so much money, I could skip school and never have to do the summer homework that I'm procrastinating doing.

Miraculously, Albel escaped from his near-death experience with only a mild concussion and a sprained ankle. However, in the few days after the incident, he had also caught a terrible cold, probably from lying on the cold ground for too long. Fayt had insisted that Albel stay inside until he stopped sneezing every 5 minutes, but Albel wasn't taking kindly to that, or to the cold medicine Fayt wanted him to take. Fayt ended up having to chase Albel around the whole house until he could finally tackle his friend and pin him down.

Albel was not the type to stay in bed all day, even if he was sick. His ankle still hurt a little, but Albel tried not to show it. He could still run almost as fast as Fayt, even with a hurt foot. Fayt had once been captain of the soccer team, but Albel was the captain of every sport that involved the use of dangerous objects he could legally hurt people with. And he needed to be fast to escape hurt, angry players, hide behind a building, and then double back and hurt them again.

Fayt had finally caught up to Albel again, partly because Albel had tripped on something Fayt had innocently left on the floor. After Albel cursed the existence of large piles of wood, Fayt had jumped on him and knocked him to the floor.

Albel immediately rolled over, pinning Fayt to the ground instead. "Why don't you drink that nasty stuff instead," Albel growled.

Fayt grinned. "What? Are you afraid of a little medicine?"

Albel's eyes narrowed. "I'm not afraid," he hissed. "I just think it's a waste of time. I'll be fine without it." And he sneezed loudly, proving himself wrong.

Fayt sighed heavily. "Look, if you agree to take your medicine, I'll let you do anything you want, without complaining that you should be in bed."

Albel grinned dangerously. "Anything?"

Fayt looked worried. "Well, as long as you don't burn down the house or kill yourself or something like that."

"Oh, don't worry. I won't do anything like that."

Fayt relaxed in relief. "Good. I knew I could trust you. Now, drink your medicine and you're free to go."

Albel sighed reluctantly and made a displeased face as he drank the spoonful of purple medicine.

Fayt smiled at Albel pleasantly. "Okay, that's all you need for today. I'll just get up and start working on the bills." He tried to push Albel off him.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere," Albel said in a low voice, with an evil grin.

Fayt looked nervous. "Uh, you wanted to so something with me?"

"Exactly," Albel purred. "Now, doctor, I know a treatment more effective than disgusting liquid barf. It'll make my recovery much faster and much happier."

Fayt licked his lips nervously. "Uh, what exactly are you planning?"

"I'll show you,' Albel said simply. He leaned down and kissed Fayt.

Fayt gasped, and immediately wished he hadn't. He frantically pushed at Albel, who obligingly rolled away from him. Fayt turned his head and spat, scowling. "Gross. You taste like…"

"Medicine," Albel finished with a wicked grin.

"Damn, this stuff is terrible," Fayt muttered.

Albel shrugged lightly. "I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine."

Fayt sighed. "I wish you wouldn't. Go wash out your mouth with something before you try that again."

"Okay," Albel said pleasantly. He swallowed a whole container of mints and grinned at Fayt brightly.

Fayt stared at him. "Sick. That's just sick. How could you do that? You're going to get indigestion or something. That's just not healthy."

"Oh, I'll be fine. I'm stronger than that. Now where were we?" Albel pushed Fayt back to the floor.

Fayt tentatively kissed Albel. "Good, you taste like min now."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Albel muttered, into Fayt's shirt. "I should definitely taste and smell like mint after eating twenty of them." He sneezed.

Fayt frowned. "You're lucky I love you so much, or I would kill you. I don't let just anybody sneeze on my shirts."

"What a terrible burden for you," Abel murmured throatily. "I couldn't stand for you to wear a germy shirt. You'll just have to take it off."

Fayt panicked. "No, no, no! Don't do that….Albel, please…don't do that…aaagh!"

Albel wrestled Fayt's shirt off, despite the other boy's protests and rested his head against Fayt's bare chest, gently biting the crook of his neck.

Fayt relaxed as Albel settled back on top of him. "Erm, you aren't going to do anything sexual right now, are you?"

Albel looked at him lazily. "Of course not. I'm sick, remember?"

"Oh good."

"But, I think we can cure that pretty quickly. Your saliva works miracles for my health."