I Don't Like Dark Chocolate (Narumitsu sickfic)
Pheonix has been worried about his husband lately. He wouldn't think something like the flu would cause him to stay in bed and not move for 2 days going. He flipped on the light to the dark bedroom Miles had been surrounding himself in. The air in the bedroom was different, more stifling. A vast cloak of mugginess, dampness, and body odor intermingling with the dark atmosphere. Even the light seemed duller. Pheonix felt as the clammy dust coated a thin layer of oil that seemed byproduct of the room too. Miles sniffled every now and then, his chest seemed to over-expand as he tried hard to breathe through a clogged nose. Flipping on the other switch for the fan, Pheonix noticed how it almost visibly stirred the air; a wave of freshness before being masked again. Drawing open the curtains, the sunlight showed all of the dust flitting around the room. He opened the window, leaving a small slit for air to come in and flush back out again. Miles groaned, shuffling around the pile of blankets on top of him, wiggling deeper into the bed.
"Miles..." Pheonix kneeled down next to the bed, putting his hand on Mile's hip, resting it on top the 4 thick blankets he had gathered, "You need to get up."
Pheonix gently rubbed his hand up and down his husband's side, his thumb moving back and forth. His eyebrows were furrowed, Miles hasn't even bothered to turn and look at him. One by one, pheonix slowly peeled the blankets off of Miles, the last one considerably more damp than the others from all the sweat. Miles' hair was stringy, most of his bangs sticking to his damp forehead. Honestly, Miles smelt horrible: he hadn't showered in 3 days, He's sweating profusely because he is sick, and he's lingered in bed most of the time. He shuffled around, sitting up and looking around bleary eyed, his cheeks were flushed and there was a visible layer of sweat on his face. He had on one of Pheonix's T-shirts and a pair of shorts.
"Good morning," Pheonix beamed at Miles, still finding him adorable even with bad hygiene.
"Mmorning," His voice was rough and scratchy, he winced slightly at vowels as they pained him the most to talk. Pheonix placed his other hand on Mile's shoulder blade, urging him to get up. Complying, Miles sat up straight, moving his legs to get up out of bed. Being pulled by Pheonix taking his hand, he was lead into the bathroom, sunlight shining in on the white tiled room. A loud rush of water echoed through the room as Pheonix turned on the water, running his hand under it to measure its temperature before turning to Miles. Miles stood there a little dazed, his eyelids still drooping as he took long blinks, his body slowly wavering and rocking on his heels. Tugging the bottom of his shirt, Miles silently raised his arms above his head as Pheonix began to pull it off. Pheonix did the same with the rest of Miles' clothes, nudging him to the shower.
"You be alright on your own," Pheonix teased, but if Miles really was too tired to wash himself Pheonix didn't mind helping.
"Hmph."
Miles huffed out of his nose the best he could before climbing into the shower. Bending down to gather the clothes, then walking out to grab all of the blankets in the bedroom. Pheonix then started them in the washer, a light thudding along with its electrical hum could be heard through the house. He walked out of the front door, unchaining his bike and began to bike to the nearest pharmacy.
Getting out of the shower, his hair still damp, Miles put on a pair of his own pajamas. A longsleeve set with a button up top, a shade of light pink. Feeling much better, a weight that he had rid of. Walking into the bedroom, he picked up his glasses off of the bedside table, before continuing out into the living room. On the kitchen counter there were boxes of tissues, flu medicine, Tylenol, cans of soup, and even a box of his favorite chocolates. Pheonix stood next to the counter, trying to suppress heavy breaths.
"Did you bike to the convenience store?"
"Well I couldn't drive, could I?"
"I guess so..."
"Well, you look much better," Pheonix walked up and hugged Miles, "and smell much better." Miles blushed slightly, looking away and letting his head fall of Pheonix's shoulder. Taking a long breath in, he let out a sigh, closing his eyes as Pheonix slowly started swaying him while rubbing his back.
"You're still so warm..." Pheonix said worriedly, the movements of his hand slowing as he focused on his speech.
"I am still sick."
"I guess, but are you sure.."
"I'm fine, Pheonix."
The hand on his back stopped, and Pheonix cautiously pulled away, as if not to startle Miles, and looked him in the eyes.
"I think you should eat your soup now."
"What kind is it?"
"Campbell's."
"No, I mean what...flavor."
"Oh, it's chicken noodle." Pheonix fully pulled away and turned to make the soup, pouring it out into a bowl before punching the numbers into the microwave.
"Did you see I got you your favorite chocolates?" Pheonix grinned, his eyebrows slightly upturned as he eyes Miles' reaction.
"Yes, I saw," Miles let a small huff out of his nose, smiling at how excited Pheonix was, "Why? Do you want to share them?"
"Eugh no, I don't like dark chocolate." Pheonix spoke in an overly-disgusted voice over the micowaves beeping, turning to take the bowl out of the microwave. Steam ruffled high above the bowl, it was hot to the touch so Pheonix was eager to place it on the counter, before opening a drawer and giving Miles a fork. He slowly stirred the noodles as Pheonix watched him, raising one to his mouth while blowing on the steam.
"Did you know that warm soup like that is good for when you're sick because it clears out your nose?"
"Yes, I did know that." Pheonix seemed a little disappointed that Miles already knew his fact. He silently watched as Miles ate the soup, taking off his glasses evey few 40 seconds to clear them of steam. Miles finished the soup, walking it over to the sink until Pheonix insisted that he washed the bowl since Miles is sick. Miles sat on the sofa, curling up under a light blue throw blanket. Pheonix grabbed a box of tissues and the chocolates, setting them on the coffee table before sitting next to Miles.
"Oh wait!"
"What is it?"
"Hold on," Pheonix said before getting up, and grabbing the remote that was placed on the kitchen counter. Pointing it at the TV, he turned it to the channel that played Steel Samurai reruns. Finally walking over, he sat down next to Miles. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, Pheonix tugged Miles' hand and had him lay on top of him. Shuffling around slightly to get comfortable, he wrapped his arms around Miles. Resting his head on Pheonix's chest, he watched the Steel Samurai intro play on the TV, feeling as Pheonix's hand traced up and down his spine.
