days off are for the weak

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A/N: greetings ladies, gentlemen, Mx, and whatever other gender your beautiful self is! I'm back, it took a while to get my creative juices flowing but it's all well now. I'll have to apologize for not returning in so long and other stuff. Also prepare for fluff, lots of it. As well as embarrassed Pantalone.

Ahem..

Dottore opened his eyes to feel the same heavy heat wave wash over him. Well that and Pantalone struggling out of his grip "what are y-" he sniffled "doing?" He questioned the banker. Said banker just glared "trying to get out of bed, I woke up 12 minuets ago. You're gonna make me sick," Instead of letting go the doctor only tightened his iron grip on Pantalone "oh silly Regrator," he sniffled again and paused, taking a moment to stroke the bankers hair "just a few more minuets together," he said more calmly "please?" He pleaded.

"In a few more minuets we'd officially be late to a harbinger meeting." The banker deadpanned. The doctor immediately woke up fully and laughed at himself "I'd almost forgotten," he let the banker go, but not before forcing him into a kiss, and stood up himself..

..and nearly feel "shit I forgot I've been poisoned." He groaned and sniffled, stumbling toward the banker and hugging him, stuffing his face into the others hair and nearly falling back into the bed. The banker signed "number one, language. And number two, you're just sick dearest." The banker took a few seconds too breath "now unhand me so I can change. You should probably take a day off, or two," the banker smiled lightly before trying to push the doctor off unsuccessfully "I don't do sick days." The doctor informed the doctor "cuddle me and I'll think about it." The doctor added. The banker looked annoyed "we can spend time together, after the meeting. Now unhand me." The banker struggled and eventually the doctor let go

"Good," the banker walked to the large walk to closet and picked out some cleaner and fancier clothes "turn around." The banker said aloud as he removed his over shirt. The doctor, instead of  looking away proceeded to stare at the banker. He bit his lip so hard it began to bleed as the other man took his clothes off "pretty." He whispered 

"Hm? What was that dear?" The banker asked as he put his clothes on, feeling the doctors eyes burn into his back like the fires of natalan "nothing."

As the banker finished changing and putting on a luxurious fur coat to contest against sneznyahn cold the doctor was again all up in his business. He sneezed and hugged the regrator as the banker and him walked towards the large meeting hall 

"so," the doctor sniffled "about those cuddles," the doctor asked, sounding very congested. "You're rather immature," the banker informed as he struggled to walk towards the hall, being held back by a sick doctor. Pantalone shivered, even under the large and extravagant coat he wore he was still cold and weak, Pantalone felt Dottore running his hand through his hair and bending down to kiss his cheek. He appreciated the gesture but he was not in the mood to get sick, "darling, maybe you should take a couple days off till you feel better? Hm? Get some rest, you'll feel better." The banker suggested "no. I don't do days off, I'd rather stand by you." He said, in a haunting voice. "Alright alright, you don't have to take days off," the banker sighed, flabbergasted at the doctors behavior. "So about those cuddles?" The doctor asked once more

The Regrator stopped the doctor from entering to meeting hall and spoke "I'll give you all the attention you so desire if you be a good boy and not fool around during the-" dottore sneezed, interrupting the banker "sorry," he sniffled. Pantalone cleared his throat, "as I was saying..be a good boy during the meeting and you'll be rewarded, alright?"

Dottore's eyes sparkled "you promise?" He said, childishly. "Yes, yes, don't bother people and don't start fights." He informed, opening the meeting hall door. All goes well or all goes hell, that was up to rather Dottore could hold back from punching Arlechino or insulting Il Capitano.


Word count: 707

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