Fever chapter 4! Hopefully some fluff for all you fluff readers!
Disclaimer: still can't find them…
"Suke-kun, time for your medicine." Kisuke moaned loudly, hiding his head under his blanket and burying his face into his pillow. That got ripped away, and Kisuke peeked up at his cousin.
"Kisuke, come on. Don't be a brat," Iruka scolded, grabbing the bottle of liquid from his night stand.
"'m not… disgusting…" Kisuke spat back in a hoarse whisper. He hissed when he saw Iruka stifle a laugh.
"'s not funny!" Kisuke yelled, breaking down into a coughing fit a second later. It was rough and immediately made Iruka sorry he laughed at him.
"Easy, Suke-kun! You can't do that, remember?" Kisuke wiped away a few tears; some from coughing so much, some from the pain it caused.
Kisuke's fears came true. A few days after his date, he didn't have a voice and practically threw up from coughing fits. And after getting dragged to the doctor by Iruka (for Umino Kisuke does NOT do hospitals), it was very apparent that he wasn't taking care of himself. Not only did he have a nasty case of bronchitis, but he also developed strep throat on top of it. He had been confined to his room for 3 days now, and he had to take some nasty ass liquid medicine, since he couldn't swallow anything that wasn't a liquid.
"Can't… take it… later..?" Kisuke whispered with a pleading look in his eyes. He didn't want that taste to be in his mouth for the next 3 hours. Yes, it really did last that long.
"Suke-kun, you have to. For Kami's sake, you're a grown man! Suck it up and take your damned medicine!" Iruka said, hitting his teacher pose. Kisuke pouted and clasped his hands together like his sisters did when they REALLY wanted something.
"Pleeeeeaaaase, Ruka-kun..?" Iruka's eye twitched at how damned adorable his cousin looked. Now he knew who taught the girls. And sadly, he felt his will breaking.
"Oh… fine… but you are taking it sometime today, mark my words!" Iruka said, pointing for emphasis. Kisuke's face split into a grin and he nodded wildly.
"And stop talking!" Iruka scolded as he walked out. He looked back at his cousin. He made a motion like he was zipping his lips, giving his a thumbs up.
As soon as Iruka shut the door, Kisuke groaned loudly and flopped back onto his mattress. He HATED medicine. He HATED stupid doctors telling him he HAD to take it every day. He HATED being sick. He HATED having to stay in his room. He HATED not being able to talk to his sisters. He HATED how he was now the only one home, hearing the door open and slam. Kisuke let out a wheezy sigh. He didn't hate any of that. Really, he didn't.
He just hated being alone.
He was very lonely. His sisters and Iruka could come and go all they wanted, and Kisuke had to stay put. He wanted to do something, but there's only so much you can do when you've been confined to your room and you've done everything there is to do there. He wished someone would come and keep him company, at least for more than a minute. He just wanted to talk to someone…
Kisuke smiled gently, closing his eyes. He had remembered his date with Kakashi. It was actually better than he had originally thought. They spent most of the night talking. They got thrown out of the restaurant for not ordering anything, so they went on a walk. It was nice. They talked about everything and nothing. And to top it off, he wasn't a booty call. That was a very promising sign. Kisuke couldn't remember the last time he had an actual boyfriend. He hoped Kakashi would stick around for a while.
Kisuke heard a knock. But it didn't sound like his wooden door; no, it sounded more like it was from his glass window. He frowned and looked over. A instant later he almost fell out of bed.
There was Kakashi, giving him his signature crinkled smile, pointing at the lock on the windowpane.
Kisuke sprang up and raced over, laughing with a gravelly voice, "What the hell… you doing?"
"Maa, I came to see you, but your door was locked," Kakashi answered back, climbing into the orange head's bedroom. "So, I climbed up the side of your house and here I am!"
Kisuke let out a mix of laughter and hacking coughs, pushing the panel back down hard.
"Idiot… should've knocked!" Kakashi looked amused, brushing some of Kisuke's locks back off his cheek.
"I did!"
"Meant the door," Kisuke whispered, crossing his arms. Kisuke could see Kakashi's lips curve up under his mask. That made Kisuke smile shyly.
"Thanks…" The hidden smile got bigger, sweeter.
"Anything for you, Kisuke-kun."
They sat on Kisuke's bed. They talked, or at least, Kisuke listened to Kakashi talk about the village and how the graduates from the academy were shaping up. More than once, Kakashi touched Kisuke's face or held his hand. Kisuke didn't mind. He liked how gentle he was and affectionately he did it. It was like how his mother had done, all those years ago. It was like that, but different. It made him feel warm inside. And what a loving, sleepy feeling it gave him. Kisuke let out a big yawn, grabbing his throat mid-way. A few tears raced down his pale cheeks. He felt Kakashi thumb them away, like he had since he arrived. Kisuke leaned into his touch. Without realizing it, he laid down into him. Kakashi didn't seem startled; he wrapped his arms around Kisuke's slightly smaller frame, leaning back into the headboard. Kisuke could feel his heart beating hard as he laid his head on the Copy-Ninja's chest. The rhythm of his slightly quickened breathing made Kisuke even sleepier.
"Kakashi-kun..?"
"Mm?" Kisuke could feel his chest vibrate when he spoke.
"I never told you… thanks… for… date…" Kakashi laughed softly, entwining his hand in Kisuke's hair. Kisuke made an approving noise, closing his eyes.
"I never got to tell you sorry." Kisuke looked up with an adorably confused look in his sleepy features.
"For all those people and rumors… I knew you hated it, but… Well, you're too cute when you're mad!" Kisuke frowned and flicked him weakly.
"Jerk…" Kakashi laughed, leaning his head onto the smaller mans.
"See? That was cute!" Kakashi waited for Kisuke to yawn before continuing.
"You're just a very attractive young man, Kisuke-kun."
"Wish I could… say same…" Kisuke rasped, fingering Kakashi's mask. Kakashi was silent as Kisuke tugged at it a little. He shut his eye as Kisuke gently pulled it down, little by little. Kisuke's eyes got wide when it was off. He couldn't believe it. Kakashi looked just like any other person would. He looked like a normal man. To Kisuke, he looked amazing, laying there with his eyes shut and smiling up at the ceiling. And what a beautiful smile it was! Kakashi looked down at him, directing that smile towards him. It made Kisuke's heart race and pound and his face flush.
"Can you say it now?" Kakashi asked in a warm voice. Kisuke faintly nodded. Kakashi laughed, hugging him closer. Kisuke shut his eyes, breathing in his scent. He half opened his eyes and looked at Kakashi again. The stayed like that for a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes. Kisuke leaned forwards a little and brushed his lips on Kakashi's. Kakashi returned it, gently, longingly. Kisuke felt like the air had been sucked out of him. Kakashi tried to deepen it, but Kisuke drew back, albeit begrudgingly.
"Still sick… could get you… too…" Kakashi pouted, oh yes, Hatake Kakashi can pout. Kisuke smiled softly and brushed his cheek.
"Wait until I… better… ne?" Kakashi was still pouting, but laid his head back onto Kisuke's orange hair. Kisuke shut his eyes, still smiling. He drifted off, Kakashi holding him and gently kissing his head every once in a while.
"Good night, Kashi-kun…"
"…Good night, Suke-kun."
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