Theme: Flu Season
A slight shift in the mattress brought Fai from a blessedly dreamless sleep to awareness instantaneously. The covers lifted, and a chill draft curled down his back. He'd compromised by at least wearing the pyjama pants Kurogane'd gotten him. He was a fan of harassing the other man, but the soft pants were exceptionally comfortable.
He attempted to yank the covers back down around himself, but a mass bulked up against his back before he could move. It was far too big to be anyone but Kurogane, but that made no sense. "Kuro-tan?"
"'m freezing." The deep voice was muffled by his shoulder. Kurogane wrapped himself tightly around Fai's slender form.
"Kuro…." Fai twisted around. His skin literally burned where Kurogane's bare arms rested. He freed a hand and pressed it to Kurogane's forehead. "You're burning up."
Uncontrollable shivers began to rack Kurogane's body. Fai hoisted himself into a partial sitting position, cradling Kurogane's head against his chest and smoothing the spiked hair with a gentle hand until the fever finally broke in the predawn light and Kurogane's labored breathing evened out.
He was rudely awakened several hours later by a hand planted against his stomach. He barely had a second to register it before he was shoved out of the bed.
"Damnit, mage. What did I tell you about crawling into my bed?"
Fai untangled himself from the covers. "This is my bed, Kuro-rin. You're the one who's doing the crawling."
Kurogane looked over his shoulder at the bed that was most certainly his. "What…? I…."
The rampant confusion was far too entertaining for Fai to let Kurogane in on the secret just yet. He'd let him sweat it out for a little bit longer.
Perhaps he'd tell the kids first….