Watanuki moaned and turned over in the bed.

"You! Sto– urgh." He said hoarsely as he writhed.

Doumeki looked into his face, concerned. His hand continued to massage Watanuki's thigh, however.

"You don't like it?"

"No... I..." he panted angrily. "DON—AAAH!" He yelled when Doumeki's fingers grazed a particularly sensitive spot. He wriggled under the covers and tried to push Doumeki away.

"Hey don't, you'll only make it more painful."

"I don't care, you're doing weird things to me!" He gasped when Doumeki's arms snaked around his chest to bring him back toward him. "You're sick or something!"

"Oh?" But his hands continued to move along Watanuki's body. He turned and pulled something out from under the bed.

"What are you doing now?" Watanuki asked sharply. Doumeki drew his hand up. "What is that?" He snapped. Doumeki smirked. "Hey, no!" He flailed in the bed. "You're not sticking that there."

One hand pinned him down.

"Didn't I tell you no!" He exclaimed weakly.

Doumeki, of course, simply ignored him.

"Ahn--

no--

ahhh--

Sto-!!!

AAHH--

CHOO!"

Watanuki sent an affronted glare up at Doumeki from the bed. Of course the effect was ruined because his glasses were gone and he was squinting.

"You're sick." He sniffled. Doumeki shrugged and handed him a kleenex.

"So are you."

"That's not what I meant!" Watanuki hissed.

"You needed to sneeze, you just won't let yourself."

"Have you ever thought for once that there was a reason I don't let myself sneeze? Do you know how many pathogens go flying and where?"

Doumeki shrugged. "But it gets rid of them in your sinuses."

"But anyone could get sick if I did that!"

"We're at the temple."

"Its spreading germs all over your rooms!"

"I'll clean them."

"--And anyone else could get sick too!"

"My parents are attending a seminar in America. And you already said that."

"That's besides the point!" Doumeki shrugged. "I mean, what if you get sick too!?"

"So you're worried about me?"

"Of course I do! I lo--" A very convenient coughing fit interrupted him. A hand pushed him back down to the pillow.

"Rest, I'll bring some of the soup."

"I'm the one who cooked it, for your information." Watanuki's muffled voice came out of the sheets. Doumeki shrugged.

"And you'll be the one eating it."

"You have terrible bedside manners, you know." Doumeki didn't respond, and put the feather back under the bed. "I don't ever want to see that thing again!" Doumeki snorted. "Ever! Why do you even have that!?"

"I was going to give it to Yuuko."

"Ugh, I should have never told her I wanted to take the day off because I was sick." Being tied up and delivered at his door was an experience Watanuki never wanted to undergo again. Actually never wanted to in the first place.

"Hn. Never mind the fact that you wouldn't let any of the rest of us know that you were sick."

"Hey! I was well enough to go to schoo--" Another wracking coughing fit.

"I see." Doumeki raised an eyebrow. Watery red eyes tried to glare at him. He looked like a rabbit. With supressed laughter, Doumeki changed the cloth that was on Watanuki's head. "Rest. I'll get the soup." Doumeki straightened and resettled the blankets.

"Don't take too long." Watanuki mumbled as he left.

And he could have sworn he heard something like "I love you too" as Doumeki left the room. Then again, it could have just been his imagination.

He allowed himself a small smile.

But he was still never telling Yuuko he was sick. Ever.