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“You can’t just banish me! This is my bedroom too!” Nikolai shouted, waiving his arms around in the air while his amused companion looked up from his book from the bed he was so cozily relaxing in.
Fyodor frowned and just repeated himself, but Nikolai was on the verge of cursing at him at this rate.
“Kolya, it’s really contagious, now will you please at the very least go back to the guest room? I don’t want to have to hold in my cough.”
“But you’re fiiiiine! We share everything else so who cares about this? Plus, you said it was passed through saliva and mucus, so I just won’t let you get your nasty secretions on me until you’re well! It’s simple!” Nikolai moved closer to the bed and Fyodor put his book down.
“Nikolai... I’m serious, there is no need for us both—”
Nikolai cut him off and grabbed his chin, pressing his lips roughly against his cranky companion’s before prodding further. He felt a weak hand push against his chest but fall as soon as Nikolai succeeded in his intrusion, kissing Fyodor deeply but letting his motions become more gentle when he realized his darling Fedya wasn’t going to fight him off. He tasted like a cough drop and when he snaked his hand to the back of his head while Fyodor softly met his efforts, though he certainly could feel a slight reluctance still from his ill companion, his fingers became damp with sweat.
He pulled away and frowned, “Are you warm? Didn’t you take something earlier?”
“Now you ask me that?” Fyodor scoffed and grabbed his open book from his lap, throwing it up between them like a shield.
“I’m serious,” Nikolai ripped the book from his hands, tossing it across the bed before touching his face with the backs of his own, first his forehead, then his cheeks, and then back to his forehead again.
Fyodor felt flushed, but it wasn’t too bad, nothing probably that concerning or out of the ordinary for what the doctor at the walk in clinic Fyodor saw said to expect.
Striking eyes glared at his own when he pulled away, and if he wasn’t feeling poorly Nikolai might have teased him for looking like a cranky cat. He could just imagine him with little ears pinned back in aggravation with the way his nose was scrunched up.
“What?” Nikolai grinned, playing the part of a fool, “we have to take care of your health! It’s important after all.”
“And what of your own?” Fyodor snipped.
“Bah! Who cares! Like I said, you’re fine, just a bit under the weather! So I’m sure I’ll be fine too, but now I can be around you still as much as I want, the damage is done you’ve surely infected me now!” Nikolai beamed and flipped around to leave, throwing his braid over his shoulder and looking back at his still frowning, though definitely less pissy looking, companion.
“I’m going to get you something to drink and a thermometer to check your temperature, just leave it all to me,” and with that Nikolai did exactly what he wanted to do in the first place, play nursemaid to his dear partner, and get to sleep in his own bed as he should with his favorite person in his arms just like any other night.
Nikolai’s head hurt, and his eyes, and the space between his head and his eyes, what was that called? His face? Yeah, whatever that was. He tried to find a comfortable position, but nothing worked. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton, and when he tried to breath through his nose he realized why that was.
A hearty hack that pushed through his chest forced him to sit upright, and the subsequent coughing fit made him crumple over while his brain pounded with each motion. It was only the soft giggle that followed his struggle that made him fully open his eyes and attempt to turn them to look to his side.
Fyodor was sitting with his back against their headboard, looking close to how he did yesterday, other than his hair being a little greasier, and the soft smile he pointed at Nikolai told him everything he was thinking.
“It would have happened anyways,” another cough tore through Nikolai’s chest and left him groaning following his last word.
“Maybe not,” Fyodor cooed.
Nikolai grumbled and smacked his lips, he really needed water. He tossed the covers off to get just that, but the floor flew right at him, as it does when you get out of bed in the morning, just like the room flipping over and into itself, that was completely normal too. As was ending up on your bottom on the ground instead of standing on your feet when leaving that particular piece of furniture for the day.
Fyodor was laying on his stomach now across their bed, face propped up by his hands while Nikolai’s vision wavered from his place on the floor. He swore he saw him kick his feet up and down.
“You must be feeling better,” Nikolai rubbed his temples with his fingers tips and shut his eyes again, he was going to get up off this floor, in a minute, or two. Maybe three.
“Oh yes, I slept very well. I would have been so cold if you hadn’t been the usual heater that you are for me to snuggle with, though you were a bit damp this time around, I guess that’s to be expected when you’re ill though,” His dear Fedya was definitely kicking his feet as he spoke, he wasn’t imagining that.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you,” and with that Fyodor jumped out of bed to provide Nikolai with all of the consideration and care that the man had forced onto him the day before.