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Danny let himself be helped up, staying close to Hex the whole time.

"Good. ...Good," he whispered softly.

Hex pulled him in for a kiss, a lazy, slow kiss that burned with passion. Fingers danced over Danny's skin.

"You're the best," he said softly when the kiss broke. "I love you so much, Danny..."

"I know- I love you too, Hex. I know," Danny murmured, feeling dizzy again and this time struggling to stay upright as he caught hold of Hex with bound hands to steady himself.

"I think- I think I need to lay down," he confessed.

Hex caught him quick and held him tight. Concern painted his features as he helped Danny down to the bed.

"Love, I don't think you're alright," he said softly. "Let me untie you. Let's start with that," he said as he began to pick the knot.

Nodding, Danny let Hex set him free as he rested his head against the other man's chest.

"I'm alright," he insisted. "I'm fine, Hex."

He was always fine.

"Danny, don't shit me," he scolded. "Are you coming down? Maybe you should just rest. We can play more in a bit."

He hoped that was it. The drugs could be brutal, but a come down was much more preferable to the thought that Danny could be getting some kind of opportunistic disease his immune system couldn't fight off.

"I'm fine- I just need to rest," Danny insisted. "Just- Let me lay down a bit. It's probably just the comedown."

God, he hoped it was just the comedown.

"D'you want me to take that out of you?" he asked softly, rubbing Danny's arm to reassure him it was ok.

"Please," Danny said softly, drawing away so he could lay down on his side. His head felt better like this, but he did start to cough again.

Hex very delicately undid the tape and carefully withdrew the toy. Then he slipped off Danny's condom before pulling a blanket up over him. Then he settled in beside him, sitting to face him so he could watch him closely. When the coughing fit passed he was clearly worried.

"Need another drink?" he asked.

"Please," Danny said, keeping his eyes shut to stop the dizzy spell from returning. "Maybe an allergy pill or something? I feel like there's something in my throat."

Honestly, he felt congested and achy- But he didn't want to worry Hex, not this late at night.

Hex nodded and went to the cupboard to get the bottle of antihistimines. He was only gone a moment and came back with the pills.

He passed one to Danny, then laid his fingers on the man's neck to take his pulse.

Danny usually popped his pills dry, but it was harder this time, and he gave up as he sat up and reached for the water to wash it down. His pulse was normal, but he was running hot, his skin warmer than usual under Hex's fingers.

"I think you have a fever," he said softly. "Let me go get the thermometer. If you're feverish we should go to hospital, just to be safe."

"No, it's- I'm sure it's just allergies," Danny insisted. "Let me sleep on it. If I'm still off in the morning we can go to A&E, I promise, but- Let me rest, Hex. ...Please."

"Alright. Rest," he said. He tucked the covers up around Danny and fretted over him for another moment. Then he put out the light.

He went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, but the entire time he kept thinking of what could have Danny down. It was likely the drugs, that was the simplest answer. But it could be anything. Worrying about it made him a bit queasy.

Danny drifted off quickly, more worn out than he'd have expected himself to be- And when morning came, he felt no better for it.

His head was pounding and the cough was back in full force. Nose dripping and eyes rimmed red from being rubbed at, Danny didn't seem well. ...Just a cold, he assured himself. Just a cold, no big deal.

Hex had eventually crawled into bed with Danny, but he was up before the sun to go for a run. He was just stepping out of the shower when he heard Danny cough. It was an awful sound. He took one look at him and that decided it.

"Alright, up with you. We're taking you to A&E," he said, loving but firm. "I'll call out for the day. Get dressed."

And with that he pulled out his phone. First he sent for an uber, next he called work.

"No- I just... Just get me some cold medicine, I'll be fine," Danny insisted, curling up under the covers and coughing again. "I don't want to go to the hospital, Hex."

"Danny, you know that's foolish. If it's a cold it could turn into pneumonia by tonight. We're going to see someone," Hex said firmly as he fetched Danny some clothes.

"Or I might sit in A&E for three hours only to find out I've got a tickle in my throat," Danny argued. "Hex, last time I was in there it was for an overdose. You don't think the first thing they'll do is test me?"

"I'm not going to bend on this, Danny," he shot back. "So what if they test you? It'd be worse if I went to work and came home to find you..."

Sick. Dead. Words he wouldn't say aloud for fear they might come true.

"...Just get dressed...Or I'll take you like you are."

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Hex to fuck off, but his better judgement won out as he dragged himself out of bed to get dressed.

"I wish you wouldn't treat me like a child. I'm a grown man for fuck's sake. I should get to decide what I do in these situations," he muttered, looking unsteady on his feet as he cleaned up and got dressed.

Then stop acting like a child, he thought, but kept silent for a moment.

"You don't have the luxury of trying to sleep off a cold," he finally said gently. Once Danny was dressed, Hex moved in to touch him lightly. "I don't mean to fuss...I just don't want this to get any worse."

"I know," Danny said quietly. "I know, I just- I wish it could just be a cold. I wish everything in our lives could just be... Normal, you know?"

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