Title: Fever Redux
Series: Uta No Prince-Sama
Summary: When Otoya gets sick on the last legs of the tour, each member of the team takes a bit of time to nurse him back to health, something… unexpected happens, however, when Natsuki's turn arises.
Rating: PG13
Genre: Drama/Friendship
Pairings: Satsuki/Otoya

Author's Note: This was written for Monochrome Blade who requested a Satsuki/Otoya. This actually was longer and more… detailed for lack of better word, but I thought that it actually came out more horrifying than hot, so I rewrote it XP. Cheers!

Disclaimer: This is being written for the sheer enjoyment of writing, I make no profit other than the fan's enjoyment of it

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Otoya felt awful, his head was pounding and his throat felt like someone had taken a metal brush to it. They were on the whole 'vacation' portion of their tour, funded by the rich bastards of their group, so at least he wasn't letting anyone down, but… he'd already missed getting to see a number of places, and given that he wasn't all that rich, it was disappointing.

Turning, he coughed miserably and took a sip of water from the glass by his bed. Technically he was supposed to have a 'babysitter' at all times, but…

He looked over at Natsuki, who was snoozing away, glasses half off his face, and muttered obscenities. His last babysitter, Syo, had distracted Natsuki at first, but eventually boredom had won out, and sometime during Otoya's last nap, the eldest in the group had fallen dead asleep on his magazine.

"Natsuki," Otoya attempted, wanting to know if he could get some soup or something. He was hungry and his stomach wasn't protesting, so he would enjoy eating if he could. "Oi, Natsuki…?"

Startling awake, Otoya jerked back as Natsuki's glasses fell off his nose and he was met with a particularly nasty look from his so-called caretaker. He sucked in a breath and leaned backwards on the bed, pressing against his pillows as his stomach clenched in fear.

"What, the fuck, do 'you' want?" Natsuki hissed, his eyes narrowed and his voice barely above a snarl.

Otoya felt like a small animal staring down the jaws of a fucking lion and he wished that he was well enough to run the fuck away.

"Dude, are you okay?" Otoya asked, his tongue moving before his mind could catch up.

Natsuki blinked at him, his narrowed eyes deeply not-amused. "Do I fucking look 'okay'?" he hissed, and Otoya couldn't help but stay quiet, shaking his head.

The man reached out, snatching hold of the blanket and ripping it away from him.

"Uh…" Otoya stammered, feeling incredibly exposed in only his boxers.

"Well, aren't you a pretty picture," Natsuki stated and Otoya knew his eyes were the size of saucers as the man placed a knee on the bed, crawling over to him and between his legs. "Be a good buy and shut your face."

Otoya paled, he could 'feel' the blood drain from his face as he nodded, desperate to say or do anything that would keep this monster the fuck away from his vital body parts.

His mind spun as Natsuki lowered his face over his own, his mouth pressing against his lips and sending what little awareness he had plundering into the darkness. Natsuki's hand came up to his chin, grabbing hold of it and twisting it so that he would have more access.

"MMph!" Otoya objected, gasping for air, unknowingly giving Natsuki the space he needed to feed his tongue in his mouth.

Suddenly, the door opened quietly, like someone was trying to stay quiet, and the sound of shattering porcelain stopped Natsuki in his tracks.

"What are you doing here?" Natsuki snarled at the person in the door, who Otoya couldn't quite see past his tears.

What the fuck was going on?

"Get off him!" Syo yelled from the door, and Otoya let out a groan when Natsuki just pressed him harder into the mattress.

Syo dove forward at that point, reaching for something on the ground, and some sort of struggle took place. When it was over, Otoya swore that he'd probably been kneed in the ribs at 'least' four times.

"Ow…" Otoya muttered in his feverish half-delusion. Was any of this actually happening? Fuck…

"Hey, I brought you soup," Syo said cheerfully from beside him. "I kind of dropped the bowl, so I'll just grab you some more, okay?"

Otoya stared at Syo's cheerful face with wide eyes, then turned to see Natsuki staring down at him with deep confusion.

"Did someone come in here?" Natsuki asked, pointing at the rumpled bedding. "Why are you not covered in blankets? Oh no! You've been sabotaged! Someone doesn't want our dearest Oto-chan to get better!"

Strangely enough, it wasn't his own memory of the events, the fact that his room was displaced, or even the taste of Natsuki still in his mouth, but the 'look' on Syo's face that convinced him it had actually happened. When Syo looked at Natsuki, there was an undefination expression on his face, something like: "You. Absolute. Fucking. Idiot."

Otoya felt his eyelids flutter and he passed out, soup be damned.