[DarkAurion98]

Rorik did his best to not call after Marcus in a panicked tone, with the carrier rushing to the toilet in weak legs. Instead, the husband made sure to walk slowly and hold his mate firmly, turning him around when the other's stomach felt finally empty. He saw fear on those eyes, followed by a strange warm sensation, as Marc gently rubbed his belly. The picture certainly was startling, and with no doubt the fact of having zero information in the matter begins to touch Leekev's nerves. Despite that, he takes a deep breath and strokes M's back in a reasurring move.

Listen babe. This is getting serious. Why don't we take a shower to fight that fever of yours and then we can talk, yes? He says it with no anger behind it. Just pure concern. You are burning and I don't know how much I can let this pass without driving you to the hospital. That earns a muffled whimper against his chest, trembling hands trying to climb into his shoulders.

*sigh*

He drops it for now, tenderly lifting his smaller lover and cleaning the borders of dry, pink lips with a damp handkerchief. It was a piece from one of his nice outfits, but does he care? No. Rorik's nose finds comfort on the floral fragance coming from Marc's hair, kissing here and there. Someone that he really cares about.

With the same delicacy he had when undressing Marcus for their first time together years ago, he does it now. They get naked and just relax against the other's body.

I'll have to use the cold water, you ready? A shy nod is his response. Ok.

The refreshing liquid causes shivers on the green-eyed, even with his mate's warm skin against his. Minutes passed, and strong arms didn't stop holding the pale, beautiful figure.

Now Mr. Greenfellow. Can I at least know what are you planning to get rid of this illness? Rorik asks with a faded, playful grin, lifting his partne's chin and encouraging him with a smile.