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"Its your own damned fault for trying to slip away in the crowd," Rhaast hissed at him, "Being around all those filthy, disease-ridden flesh sacks."
"Better to distract them from the flesh and blood Darkin trying to hop away ont he rooftops," Kayn sniffled miserably, taking a pillow from the pile that was currently at his back and throwing one at Rhaast. He sniffled again, loudly, just to make Rhaast snarl out a disgusted sound and throw a bundle up piece of clothing at his face for him to blow his nose, making sure to be obnoxiously loud to make Rhaast growl in frustration, before sinking loose limbed into the pillows and the soft cotton sheets underneath of him.
He did not really know where he was at the moment, the past day had been a bit of a blur as whatever infection in his lungs took hold and robbed him of his usual sharpened senses, but it was all just muddled thoughts and flashes of images after they had run through that city where Kayn had gotten close to some sick asshole out and about. He would have thought that having once been a Darkin host would have bolstered something, but no. It seemed like whatever dark, probably blood related, magic had once made him superhuman hardy once, was gone with Rhaast being in his new host. For a moment, Kayn almost damned himself for wanting to kiss Rhaast's stupid, immobile face so bad that they found a different host for Rhaast to jump into. But then Rhaast sat on the end of the bed in some place that Rhaast had taken them too with apparent obvious wanting to have Kayn rest, reaching down to tug Kayn's boots off. He was not gentle, but he was also not rough as he did so, undoing the fastenings and ties and tossing it without a care onto the floor, before yanking Kayn's socks off.
"Is this so I won't bitch anymore?" Kayn sniffled.
The dots of red light that made up Rhaast's eyes rolled.
"Can't have bloodbaths if you're too busy cough up your lungs or sneezing," Rhaast grumbled.
"Probably still could," Kayn pointed out.
Those light narrowed into peeved, thin lines. Kayn laughed, then ended up in a coughing fit that dislodge some of the crude causing him pain and discomfort and sank back into the bed to groan miserably. Rhaast flicked the sole of his left foot, but with how thick with callouses that they were, Kayn barely felt it, gazing sleepily at Rhaast as he reached out to undo his complicated belt and tasset combo and throwing those to the floor casually, trying not to smirk at how gentle those usually cutting talons were against anyone else. Rhaast would be sure to leave him kitten scratches if he mentioned it, and he was already into much pain and discomfort to want to deal with stinging marks. Wiggling a little against the very soft sheets underneath of him, he did briefly wonder who's house they were in, because based on the rather well tended to Ionian decor around the dimly lit room that he could see past bleary eyes, it was clearly a house. But he was already nodding off, and after Rhaast tugged off his pants, he soon realised how warm he had gotten even with his usual half-dressed state and now with cool air on his skin and one of his woes taken care of, Kayn ended up nodding off.
When he awoke, the room was dark, his hair was undone from his usual braid to tame the length, and he had apparently made a damned good effort to try and get on top of Rhaast, who had moved up to bed to sit next to him. Kayn mumbled out a questioning noise as he lifted his head from the most forgiving part of Rhaast's lower stomach, arm wrapped around Rhaast's waist in what was likely a futile effort to keep Rhaast pinned in bed.
"Awake now, brat?" Rhaast rumbled, using claws to pull sweat sticky hair from Kayn's forehead.
He made another confused noise.
"You fell asleep. You're currently sweating like a Noxian pig before the slaughter and you've been coughing in bouts," Rhaast rattled out, tenderly pulling locks of sticky hair from Kayn's face, jaw and neck.
Kayn, feeling groggy and weak and tired, the pressure in his chest having not let up in the slightest and his breaths escaping in wheezes, huffed loudly and gingerly put his head back on Rhaast's stomach, finding skin that was like leather and therefore leagues better than resting his cheek against armour like flesh, even if it was cooler to the touch. Above him, Rhaast chuckled, taking his time to move Kayn's hair before a huge hand settled on Kayn's shoulder and rubbed gently.
"If you let go for a little while, kitten, I can get you some water and maybe even some bread," Rhaast rumbled.
As much as Kayn did not want to give up his new favourite pillow, even if Rhaast was burning hot and trying to partially lie on such unforgiving flesh was not doing his body aches and pain any good, water sounded like a god send on his sore throat. and he actually was hungry, unlike the previous two days. So, making sure to bellyache the entire time, he took his time to dramatically roll over and off Rhaast, who snorted and fondly called him an annoying little asshole, before the bed bounced as Rhaast took his not unsubstantial weight off of it. Then bounced again, startling Kayn awake as he realised that he had nodded off in the unknown time that it had taken Rhaast to get what he was looking for, poking Kayn until he reluctantly turned over and slowly sat up. Rhaast had brought him a waterskin, the water inside cool and so very nice against his sore throat, and not only that, but Rhaast had a bowl of hot soup with a chunk of bread stuck in it. Kayn decided that he was still too sick to wonder where the fuck Rhaast was stealing all this shit from, and instead woofed it down before flopping back on the bed. And then crawling back to his previous spot when Rhaast pointedly sat next to him and nudged him with his hip.
"Hoping I forget how sweet you're being when I get better?" He happily slurred.
"No, I expect you to be incredibly annoying about it," Rhaast said quietly above him, talons gently trialing along his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, his back, tangling with his hair. Never once did the usual gutting points break even the top most layer of his skin with how gentle Rhaast was being.
"You really like going back and forth with me," Kayn mumbled, tired eyes drooping again.
"How else am I supposed to flirt with your insufferable ass?" Rhaast snorted.
Rhaast was an asshole. But he had his soft edges and Kayn suspected that they were only for him. So Rhaast was his asshole. Kayn sighed in blissed as he nuzzled Rhaast's stomach and settled in for some more, likely to be uncomfortable, sleep. But with Rhaast here to help mitigate some of it, Kayn was pretty sure that he was going to get over this bug just fine.