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Fill 2 (Unconditional): 1/2

[anonymous]

Charles can feel them seeping into his mind.

Though there is a part of him that wants nothing more than to shove them away and turn over and go back to sleep, the waking part of him realizes these are his partner's fever filled nightmares, and Charles sits up slowly as to not disturb the bed.

Erik's form is shaking slightly still, skin slightly pale and shiny from fatigue and sweat, and his lips tremble as he sleeps on. Three days now Erik has been fevered, generally unresponsive and only occasionally lucid, and Charles runs a gently hand across his forehead and sighs in sadness. The furrowed brow is giving off a worrying wet heat, and Charles slips out of bed to retrieve a towel from the linen closet of the room they share.

He hears Erik let out a gentle sigh in his sleep, and Charles prays his partner is feeling relief. He gathers a small wash towel and wets it before walking to the side of the bed, moving to kneel on the mattress.

The moment his knee touches the sheets, he feels an odd warm wetness, and as he pulls back the sheets his eyes follow a dark trail of liquid that leads upward into Erik's crotch. Charles feels a sudden wave of sympathy for the man and tries as gently as he can to pull his thick woolen trousers from his body. His motions are smooth and quiet, but his nail snags the thigh of Erik's mildly emaciated form and the man slowly wakes, eyes cloudy with the delusion of fever.

"Charles?" a thick throated call breaks the silence of the night, and Charles responded with a gentle smile.

"Go on back to bed Erik," he murmurs, taking the pants and disposing them in the towels hamper before reaching down to wipe the dampness from his thighs. "I'll be done soon."

Erik seems content to obey for a moment, before a flicker of recognition lights his face and he sits up, looking between his legs. "Is that... urine?" Charles tries to lay him down gently, but Erik fights back and pulls what's left of the sheets from his legs. His eyes rest on the dark ochre stain on the sheets, and suddenly he shoves Charles away. "God. God."

"Erik, calm down. It's fine. You're very ill. You need your rest." Charles tries his best to calm the man as he approaches again and strokes down to the underside of his thighs, lifting them from the place where they are sticking with moisture to the sheets, but Erik is hearing none of it. He turns and places his feet on the ground, attempting to stand before his shaking legs collapse and he lands on the ground. "Erik!" Charles cries as he moves beside the man's shuddering frame, but once again Erik's hands shove him away.

"No Charles. You are not cleaning my urine like I'm some... Some untrained beast." He spits out the last words with a far off disdain, and something in the way Erik's right arm twitches tells Charles that he just might be somewhere other than here with him.

Re: Fill 2 (Unconditional): 2/2

[anonymous]

"It's fine Erik. You know I don't think of you that way." Charles' arms slink around his trembling, bare waist, tucking his chin into the space between Erik's collarbone and chin, and though he is resisting the touch, he feels the arm stop shaking. "I'll always love you. And you know it. No matter what."

There is no response, but soon Erik's body relaxes a little bit, and he slowly nods and takes the calming breath he knows Charles always makes him take. He sits up a little, adjusting Charles, and looks at his bare legs. "Now let's get you cleaned up? Alright?" Erik nods again, and Charles takes the towel and wipes down his calves and his ankles. He moves up to his thighs again, but he meets Erik's eyes this time. "I have to... If you don't want me to..." But Erik pulls his hand slightly closer to him and Charles takes it as permission, wiping his cock gently and trying to ignore it slightly getting harder in his hand; Erik's swallows as he turns away tells him he and doing the same.

Charles finally finishes, and by that time Erik is exhausted and slipping back into the state between delusion and sleep, but Charles can tell that soon his fever will break. He stands to change the sheets after leaning Erik against the wall with pillows surrounding him, and he can't help but think things might be better in the morning.

((AN: This is my first story on livejournal, so I hope I did everything right and everything is ok. And I hope everyone likes it. And god I'm a nervous wreck. I like it anyway.))

Re: Fill 2 (Unconditional): 2/2

[anonymous]

This random anon really liked it. Thanks.

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Re: Fill 2 (Unconditional): 2/2

[anonymous]

Yep. random anon #2 liked it as well.