It had been obvious that this would happen, and Hugue had known it. Still, when sitting beside his Master's bed and watching the older man lie there helpless with fever, the blond couldn't help but to feel a little guilty. It was not like he could have done much to prevent it, but that meant nothing. William was sick, and that was all there was to it.

All right then... maybe it really was a little more than a simple migraine... William was forced to relent and accept the fact that he had messed up rather seriously this time, since his fever had spiked a good four degrees since the previous night. Drawing the back of his hand sluggishly across his mouth, the older man stared blearily at the ceiling and tried to muster the energy to kick those damned covers off. So very hot...

"Master?" Hugue asked, not sure if the older man was awake or not. "You need to drink. Here." He picked up a cup from the nightstand and leaned closer to William, studying the man. He was pretty sure the Professor didn't have the strength to hold the cup.

Dull blue eyes focused hazily on the cup, then flickered to Hugue's face and back to the cup. Reaching out weakly, he closed his fingers shakily around the slender glass, but they refused to tighten enough to grip it properly. Dropping his hand back to his side, the Professor glared irritably at the offending appendage and turned his face away from the younger man.

The blond sighed then slipped his hand behind the older man head, supporting him while bringing the cup to his lips. "Drink," he ordered, pretty much forcing William to drink. Well, at least one thing was different from the day before, Hugue bitterly admitted - this time the Professor was too weak to complain and refuse. It didn't help that right now, he actually missed the complaining.

William felt the cool liquid touch his lips and he nearly moaned in relief, drinking the water rapidly and clutching Hugue's hand with his own trembling one. When he finally drained the glass, he fell back on the pillows and struggled to get the covers off of him, but he only got tangled further in the sheets. Panting slightly, he gave up and settled for lying limply and wiping sweat from his skin in frustration.

Hugue put the cup away, stopping to fill it with more water from a pitcher that was on the table, then turned to straighten the covers. His Master's hand felt so warm, and he decided to leave the covers halfway off. "Master. Rest," he said, finding it odd to be the one doing all the talking. Usually nothing could make the older man shut up. He frowned, wishing he had known more about taking care of someone. "I'll go get more medicine," he said, stopping to pet the Professor's hair before getting up from his chair.

The older man reached out suddenly and grasped Hugue's wrist rather weakly, shaking his head slightly. Opening his mouth to speak, William's voice came out dry and hoarse. "Even... too much medicine can make it worse. Leave it be..." Breathing heavily from the exertion of talking, he closed his eyes again and began to nod off.

"...Yes, Master," Hugue replied and sat back down, mentally cursing the fact that all he could do was sit there and stalk the older man. The blond hated feeling so useless. At least William's fever was nothing to get too alarmed about, as it wasn't so high that it would have killed him, not that that would have kept Hugue from worrying. He picked up the thermometer from the side table and started it for a moment, then lowered his head, realizing he had checked William's temperature just fifteen minutes ago.

William winced a little at the uncomfortable temperature in the room. One minute he was sweltering hot, the next, the sweat on his skin was trying to frost on him. Fingers clutching the edges of the coverlet, the older man frowned in his sleep and exhaled shakily.

Hugue leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He tried to think of anything useful he could have been doing instead of sitting there, but it was no use. Even cleaning the quarters didn't work too well, since he had done that already - twice actually, but he wasn't counting. He stretched his arms and returned to staring at the older man. Watching William sleep was actually rather calming.

Abruptly, the older man jolted conscious from a very weird and indescribable dream, muttered something in some odd language, most likely something rather foul, and pulled at the heavy covers to try to burrow back under them.

"Master? Is everything all right?" Hugue asked, wondering if the older man had actually been trying to say something, or if he was just delirious. He noticed William reaching for the covers and caught his hand, shaking his head. It was better to try staying cool.

The Professor gave Hugue a mildly irritable look and shivered. A bead of sweat rolled down his neck and felt like a little ball of ice on him. Shaking his head silently, he waved a hand slightly and stared longingly at the cup sitting on the nightstand.

The blond studied his Master for a second, then turned as he followed the gaze. Finding the desired item, he picked up the cup and offered it to the older man again before remembering William was too weak to drink and proceeded to help him do so. "I need to go get more," he noted as the cup emptied.

William panted a little after he drank and nodded a little to the younger man. The glowing spots of color on his cheeks grew brighter and he fell back on the pillows, wiping at his face.

Hugue stood up and picked up the pitcher then turned, about to leave to get more water, when he heard a knock from the door. "Yes?" He said, taking a few steps away from the bed.

Father Havel entered and glanced at Hugue, then looked at William. "How are you feeling, William?" He asked.

William groaned and slapped a hand over his eyes. Maybe he was still dreaming and was hallucinating the whole thing. He HAD been seeing a lot of Vaclav in Hugue's absence... mustering what little energy he had, he rolled over onto his stomach and remained silent. No point talking to hallucinations, after all...

"Master?" Hugue asked, then shook his head and shrugged, exiting the room. He still had something to do.

"Not too good, then?" Vaclav inquired and walked over to the bedside. He touched his friend's hand, and shook his head. "Your fever has gotten worse. Do you /now/ believe me, then? Well, good thing Hugue got back and can take care of you."

"He better," commented a voice behind Vaclav, as Kate suddenly materialized. "Honestly, William, don't you /ever/ learn?"

The older man moaned again, muffled by the pillows, and tried to disappear into the mattress. Another hallucination, and the second was much more terrifying than the first. A wave of irritation washed over him and he snatched his hand away from Vaclav's freezing one, completely ignoring Kate altogether.

Vaclav shook his head again and stroked William's hair gently. "Just rest." He smiled a little, and then added, "Not that you remembered what that word means most of the time..."

"When did he ever," Kate commented, rolling her eyes. "Exactly how high is your fever? William? And where is that Hugue anyway?" There was slight worry in Kate's voice, not that she would have ever admitted it. "He's supposed to stay here all the time."

"...Here," the blond replied from behind Kate. He looked at William and tilted his head. The Professor was apparently ignoring those present, and Hugue had seen that a few times by now. "Master," he called to the older man. "You have visitors."

The Professor sighed heavily and lifted one hand weakly, wiggling his fingers in an attempted greeting. Perhaps if he twisted his face just into the pillow, it would suffocate him quickly and he'd be gone before Kate could reach the high pitched, annoying stage. "H'llo..."

Hugue made his way to the nightstand and placed the pitcher, now full of water again, on it. He wasn't feeling too social and preferred to stay out of the conversation.

"Still alive, at least," Kate said, sighing. She certainly wanted to yell at William, but she knew it wouldn't have been much use. "Well, I guess there are good points about you being that sick - at least you're forced to stay in bed."

"Indeed," Vaclav agreed. "But there's nothing to worry about. I have most of your AX work covered, and I sent a message to the University. You can take it easy for a few days."

"Don't... call it a good point... until you get like this yourself." William's voice had gone from hoarse to nearly nonexistent in just a few hours. He just couldn't move. All the energy he had left went through the window when he rolled over. Wriggling slightly, he groped feebly at the coverlet and attempted to pull to over himself. Despite the fact that Kate had come in unannounced into his room, it still wouldn't do to be indecent in her presence. He lifted his head a bit from the pillow and cracked open his eyes, peering blearily at the two of them before falling back down and sighing again. "Alright... you've made your point... you have exactly... five more minutes to give me grief before I go to sleep on you."

Kate folded her arms. "Fine then, I'll make it short. Get better, William," she said in a decently calm voice. "Because," she added, not so calmly. "I still need to kill you for making me worry like this!" With that, her image vanished.

"My, she must think you're truly sick, letting you off that easy," Vaclav noted with a smile on his face. "But she does have a point. Lady Caterina is worried, too. You need to learn to take care of yourself better, so you don't end up like that." He patted William's arm. "Now, concentrate on getting better, all right? And no sending Hugue to ask me about anything work-related. You are not doing a thing until you're up and healthy again."

The Professor nodded absently and shook his head slightly. "Give... Lady Caterina my apologies." He closed one eye and narrowed the other slightly. His mouth quirked a fraction. "And try to point out to Kate that killing me would be counterproductive to my health."

"I will," Vaclav replied. "Don't worry about that. I'll leave you to Hugue now, then. Get some sleep." He nodded to Hugue and left the room.

Hugue sat down on his chair and returned to what he had been doing most of the time lately - which was, sitting there and staring at William.

Sighing in relief, the older man attempted to roll back over, but gave up the fight. He could feel Hugue's eyes on the back of his neck and he suppressed another shiver. "Hugue... go do something... anything. Take a nap with me, if you like, I'm too tired to try anything... But don't sit there all day, staring..."

"Yes, Master," Hugue replied, getting up from the chair again. He considered shortly what to do; while a nap would have allowed him to stay in the room, which was what he was planning to do anyway, he didn't want to fall asleep. He left the room for a moment and retrieved his sword, returning and drawing the weapon. He then searched for something from his things, and sat down to care for the blade.

Well, at least the boy had something to amuse himself with... William released a breath he never knew he had been holding in and promptly fell asleep. When he finally woke, hours later, the first thing that penetrated the haze of sleep and fever was that his skin was practically crawling. Grimacing distastefully at the way his pajama bottoms clung stickily to his legs, William tossed the covers off and attempted to rise. Instantly, his head swam and he fell back with a grunt. "Ngh... Shower..."

"Hmm?" Hugue, who by now was standing somewhere on the other size of the room, practicing drawing his sword with whatever space the room allowed, lowered the blade and turned to look at the older man. William had slept for the whole afternoon, and Hugue had been relieved to notice the fever had gone down a little. "Shower?" He walked over to the Professor and offered his hand to help him up, although he wasn't sure if this was going to work.

William frowned deeply and looked up at the young man, eyes crossing slightly in disorientation. Since when did Hugue have two hands on the same arm? He tried propping himself up on his elbows, but fell flat again in an instant. "Shower... bath... the lake... anything..."

The blond shook his head, stepping back. "You're not in any condition to go anywhere, Master," he told him, leaning over to adjust the pillows. He drew his fingers over the older man's chest and stopped to look at him. A shower was out of the picture, as Hugue wasn't feeling like holding a fainted William up in one, but he was sure he could figure out something. "I'll be back soon," he said, moving away.

The older man grimaced again and squirmed uncomfortably. If he had more than an ounce of energy in him, he'd have drowned himself in a tub full of cold water by now. He fidgeted some more, but only succeeded in getting his sleep pants twisted around and slipping off his hips. Ugh, why couldn't that boy open a window?

Hugue returned some time later, carrying a washbasin filled with water, and a couple of towels. He put the things down for a moment and cleared the nightstand, then placed the water there. "I brought water. I'll wash you," he said, pulling the covers off of the older man.

The Professor's mouth worked silently for a moment as he stared at the blond swordsman. One part of his mind told him to politely refuse and take the rag from Hugue, but then the other part told him to shut up and enjoy it. He obeyed.

Hugue sat down then took one of the towels, a soft one he had picked for the purpose, and drenched it in the water. He turned to the older man and looked at him for a moment, and since no objections came, he pressed the cloth carefully against William's skin and started cleaning him.

The older man squirmed impatiently and wished for another rag so he could at least wipe off his face. He didn't think he could take another moment of having to endure a wash of sweat drying on his flesh, just to have another wave break out on him again. "I trust you did something besides stare at me all day, then?"

"Yes," Hugue replied, even if it wasn't entirely true. He had, in the end, spent most of his day in his Master's bedroom. He continued washing the older man, stopping to drench the towel again before wiping William's neck with it, finding odd enjoyment in the task. Perhaps it was the fact that he was concentrated on something else than just sitting there and worrying - getting to clean the half-naked Professor was of course only a bonus.

"I see..." Of course he saw right through the half-hearted remark. He sighed happily as his skin prickled pleasantly on the spots being washed. The warmth seeped into his skin then dissipated slowly, replaced by a cool, prickly sensation. He tipped his head back to give the blond more access to his neck. "There isn't much to do with me in this state I suppose... I'm sorry."

The blond shook his head; there wasn't anything for William to be sorry for, in his opinion. He stopped to draw his fingers through the older man's hair, noting that there would have been a reason to wash the Professor's hair as well, but since his options for doing so were limited, that would have to wait. At least he could brush it later, he figured. He paused again to dip the cloth into the water and wiped the older man's face with it.

It was rather amazing what a simple wash down could do for somebody's energy. Gradually, William could feel his head clear and though he still felt a little hot, it seemed even that was dying down as well. He was thirsty, but Hugue could only do one thing at a time, and he wasn't going to say anything to make him stop what he was doing. He cleared his throat and gave Hugue a rather sheepish look when his stomach growled loudly.

"Hungry?" The swordsman asked, not bothering to stop what he was doing for the conversation. By now he had advanced to the older man's shoulders, cleaning him with somewhat obsessive precision. "I could go make food and finish this later," he then offered. Considering William hadn't eaten much for the last two days, Hugue considered getting the Professor to eat a top priority.

William stared at him oddly and shook his head vigorously. "If you stop this to cook, I'll just drag myself to a bath." He squirmed a little and suppressed a grin. Apparently their previous activities hadn't been a drop in the bucket for Hugue... "However, when we're finished... You don't think you could spare me a bit of that soup I've been neglecting lately...?"

"Yes, Master," Hugue replied, a hint of a smile touching his lips. He doubted William could have actually made it anywhere on his own, but he could leave cooking for later. His mind wandered as he tried to pick up a recipe he could use; if William was feeling like eating, Hugue decided he could just as well make one of the Professor's favorites. He then blinked, concentrating on his task again. He cleaned the older man's arm, then paused, drenched the cloth in the water and climbed to the bed, over the older man to wash his other arm.

William sighed again, relieved, and smirked at Hugue slightly. He felt himself cooling off even more and the tease in him lifted its head. "A bit of an inconvenience, getting sick on the day you decide to come back, hmm?" He fidgeted and rubbed at his neck, eyes flittering up at the younger man.

Hugue appeared to find washing the older man's wrist very interesting at that moment. Rather, it was a way for him to keep his eyes from meeting his Master's. Inconvenient, indeed. The swordsman hadn't planned on staying in Vatican for too long in the first place and finding himself stuck caring for William didn't fit the plans, either. He sighed mentally; he couldn't exactly complain, since he did all this out of his free will. It was just that perhaps he had planned something else.

William suppressed a grin. He knew exactly what was on the blond's mind. "Well, I suppose you'll just have to extend your stay for a few days. Until I start feeling better, that is." He turned his head to the side, pressed his hand to his mouth, and cleared his throat, watching Hugue out of the corner of his eyes.

"I'll stay until you're better," the blond replied, managing to sound indifferent, although he was certain William knew better. Hugue wasn't one to talk about things, though, and so he concentrated on what he was doing, pretending the older man didn't know anything. He moved back to his chair after a moment and drenched the cloth again, proceeding to wash the Professor's sides and stomach.

The older man twitched a bit whenever Hugue brushed the cloth over his sides. If he didn't know better, the swordsman seemed to be hell-bent on exploiting his usually well-hidden sensitive spots. His mouth quirked and he made a small show of leaning back against the headboard and getting into a more comfortable position.

The swordsman continued for a while, still enjoying himself a little too much - noticeable mostly from the fact that he was indeed taking his time to practically caress the older man. He then paused his work, stopping to stare at the Professor. "Master, you'll have to turn around," he said after a moment.

The Professor blinked then arched a brow at Hugue, a smirk flitting across his face. "Where have I heard that before?" Sighing, he mustered the energy to slide up and flip himself over on his stomach, resting his arms on the pillows and his chin on them.

Hugue didn't want to even start pondering about the meaning behind the comment, and he pretended not having heard anything. He dipped the towel into the water again and started washing the older man's back, relaxing as he did so. At least doing this let him keep his mind from wandering to things he didn't want to think about right now.

William shivered a bit and a faint moan passed through his lips. He really had to get sick more often if he got this sort of treatment, forbidden work aside. Squirming again just to annoy Hugue, he hummed in satisfaction and closed his eyes.

The blond smiled to himself, unable to keep himself from showing satisfaction as he found his Master enjoying this. He continued washing, pausing only momentarily when needing to moisten to towel more. Eventually he was done with William's back, and he stopped for a moment, hesitating. "...Those pants need to go," he finally said, staring at the older man's behind.

The older man suppressed a laugh and craned his neck to stare at Hugue over his shoulder. "I've heard that before too..." Sighing again, he turned his head back and hooked his thumbs in the waist of his twisted sleep pants, sliding them down his legs and kicking them off with some difficulty. "Didn't really like those anyway..."

That was another comment Hugue really didn't want to think about, but he did anyway. Rather, he didn't have to think about anything, he just found his face turning somewhat red. Oh well, he figured - he could always blame the fact that the older man was very much naked in front of him, should William actually ask anything. He drenched the cloth again and started to wash the Professor's legs, doing his best to ignore the sight before him.

William was almost purring under all the attention. It seemed he had regained almost all of his energy just from the simple fact that he was clean... Hugue's silence was as revealing of his internal wants as it would have been if he had whispered it in his ear. Propping himself up on his elbows, he gave Hugue a very significant look, mouth curled into a smirk. He didn't need to say anything to get his point across.

Hugue glanced at the older man, again managing to put on his best impassive look. It probably wasn't as convincing as usual, as he was still rather flushed, but at least he managed to look like it hadn't had any effect on him. "Is this good?" He asked, moving to wash the Professor's feet. He ran his fingers across William's calf, noting that the older man's skin felt indeed a little cooler now, compared to how warm he had been in hours ago.

The older man's feet jerked as Hugue attempted to rub the soft cloth across the arches. He smirked even wider at the blush on the younger one's face. "Hugue, this makes the second time you've managed to turn that attractive shade of pink..." His grin turned wicked as he wriggled annoyingly again.

"It's warm in here," the blond replied, using the same excuse he always used, should William catch him from looking anything else than the usual cold expression he held. He cursed the Professor in his mind, knowing William took some perverted amusement in talking to him like this. It was almost like some game - and Hugue really hated losing. He continued his work, after a while moving back up on the older man's legs and wiping his thighs with the cloth.

William shook his head with a chuckle and remained still long enough for the blond to finish cleaning his legs. "So you keep saying... Hugue, it's winter, and it's not exactly hot in here either... you should learn to lie better."

"You're sick, Master. You wouldn't notice," Hugue replied, doing his best to sound unresponsive. He deliberately pressed the cloth against the older man's inner thigh and moved it in an almost caressing manner, just to distract William for a moment.

The Professor opened his legs a little more to accommodate Hugue, exhaling a tad shakily. He hadn't quite been expecting such a touch from the swordsman, but he was pleased with it all the same.

Hugue continued what he was doing for a moment then moved away. He still had one part of William to wash, but, for some reason, he wasn't really up to it. "...Finish yourself, Master," he mumbled. "You were hungry. I will go prepare food." With that, he left the bedroom in a hurry.

The older man blinked at the abrupt stop and sighed heavily, snatching at the rag and wiping himself off vigorously before setting it back in the basin. He tugged the sheets back over himself up to the waist and lay back on the pillows, enjoying the cool feeling of his skin drying. Honestly, sometimes trying to seduce that boy was like making a pass at a blushing schoolgirl; near impossible. Then again, there were those times that he couldn't get him off even if he had a whip and a sturdy chair... Today... Hugue was definitely playing the schoolgirl...

The blond swordsman returned after a longer while, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup on it. He made it to the chair - quite happy to see that William had something covering his waist by now - and placed the tray down on it for a moment to remove the washbasin from the nightstand. He then moved the food over and nodded to the older man. "Eat," he said, sitting down and waiting to see if William was strong enough to eat without his help.

Pursing his mouth slightly, he took the bowl and took a bite of it. Latching his eyes on Hugue's face, he took another few bites in silence before setting the half-empty bowl aside. His stomach ceased its growling, at least, so he wasn't going to push it.

Hugue settled on the chair, relaxed a little and returned to what he had been doing half of the day - which of course was, sitting there and staring at the older man. When William placed the bowl away, the blond shifted his position a little. "That's enough?"

He nodded and settled back on the pillows, crossing his arms and cocking his head. Teasing took too much time and energy, and, knowing Hugue, he probably wouldn't be here much longer. "I have no work to do, for now, I've bathed, eaten, and I'm not tired or ill, and on top of all this, you've been eyeing me like a hound that's scented a rabbit since you got here. Get over here, already."

The swordsman blinked, surprised even though he knew he shouldn't have been. Of course William had known all the time. "No," he said quietly, shaking his head. "Yesterday was too much already. You're weaker today. Master, I..." He trailed off, unable to think of good excuses. If it went to words, the Professor would out talk him in a second. "Fine. But you're not doing anything," he added as he stood and climbed over the older man, lying down on the other side of the bed. "You're still sick."

The older man grinned and latched onto Hugue's waist, pulling him close and attached his mouth to the side of his neck. One hand slid under his shirt and the other clamped on a hip to keep him there. "Stop whining and be still..." So much for not doing anything.

Hugue froze, then gritted his teeth and lay still as ordered. He really wanted to tell the older man that they couldn't do anything, but like that was going to stop the Professor. Hell, Hugue admitted, like there was any way he could stop himself anymore. The older man's teasing had made him close enough to losing his mind earlier. "I'm not whining," he mumbled.

William chuckled and swiped his tongue over his jugular before migrated up to nibble at his earlobe, flicking the tip of his tongue over the small ear piercing. Stroking his fingers over the younger man's chest, he slid his other hand down Hugue's thigh and dragged him half on top of him. "Well.... Not yet, in any case..."

"I don't whine," the swordsman replied, turning abruptly and grabbing the older man by the shoulders. He pushed William down on the bed and glared at him, quite annoyed about the way the Professor could just keep smiling at him, whatever happened. He closed his eyes for a moment, knowing what he should have done. That was, get up, leave his darned Master lying there, and perhaps go take care of the problem he had by himself. It was too bad he lacked the willpower to do so, and he grabbed William's wrist, drawing his arms above his head and holding him down with one hand, then attacked the older man's neck, gnawing on him while his free hand wandered down on the Professor's body.

William's eyes widened slightly at Hugue's easy relent and grinned, squirming half-heartedly underneath the blond. He had gone from blushing schoolgirl to starving tiger in no time. The boy tended to do that a lot, whenever he tried to deny himself... He tipped his head back and gave the younger man more room to chew, fingers curling and uncurling to keep some form of circulation going.

This was so a bad idea, and would only give the Professor more material to tease him with later. There was also the risk of William ending up sicker, but the blond could only think that the older man very much deserved it by now. Consequences be damned, Hugue needed it. He continued gnawing on William's neck, making sure he left a mark or two. He then stopped what he was doing, mumbling a curse. He still had his clothes on, and he was starting to feel very much too warm.

The older man yelped at the rough bites being administered to his tender neck, but started at the sudden halt and glared up at Hugue, wriggling impatiently. "What, what? Get back here..."

"Hot," Hugue mumbled as a reply, practically ripping his shirt off. He returned to gnawing on the older man's shoulders afterwards, although he was at the same time clumsily attempting to get his pants off as well. They were in the way - and starting to feel way too restricting.

The Professor narrowed his eyes and smirked, wriggling his freed hands down the front of the younger one's trousers and groping lightly. Pulling them back out, he deftly unsnapped the front and tugged down on the zipper, hooking his fingers in the belt loops and yanking. "So impatient and clumsy... But, then again, it's. Been. Months." Punctuating each word with a kiss on Hugue's throat, he wriggled some more and gave the stubborn pants another yank. "Off with these..."

Hugue hissed something as an answer, not really needing to hear that. It certainly had been months, and what he had managed to get done the day before was not enough. He wasn't up for conversation though - besides, his damned Master was quite capable of doing the talking during sex, anyway - and he settled to getting rid of whatever he was still wearing as fast as he could. With that problem out of the picture, he returned to kissing the older man's neck and shoulders, pressing himself against the Professor.

William chuckled and gripped Hugue's shoulders, tugging him up for a moment to nip at his jaw and run his fingers through his hair. He shook hid head slightly and suppressed the desire to hold his head till and kiss him. It really wouldn't do to make the boy sick as well...

The older man felt warm under him, another reminder to Hugue why he shouldn't have been doing this, but he couldn't stop now. He did have enough sense left to shift his position a little, to keep his weight off of the Professor. He moved his hands lower on William's body, enjoying the touch and at the same time trying to keep himself sane enough to remember that he needed some preparations.

William huffed at the loss of the swordsman's weight on him, but appreciated the roaming hands all the same. Wriggling again, he reached out a hand and accidentally smacked it painfully against the edge of the nightstand, rattling the drawers. "Keep it in there..."

"I know that!" Hugue snapped, impatient. He did know where William kept what he had been looking for, but he had enough problems keeping his thoughts together. He pulled the top drawer open and groped around for the bottle, managing to find it after a moment. He took a moment to get it open then stopped to spread the contents on his hand, pausing for second to try to figure out exactly what he wanted to do. He knew he'd have to do most the work anyway, with William being as weak as he was.

The older man chuckled and stroked his fingers across Hugue's ribs, resting his hands on the blond's hips. "Well, no need to be so short... perhaps your mood will be better after..." He grinned up at him and shifted his hips enough to grind against him briefly.

Hugue muttered something under his breath. That last comment had made the decision for him; his damned Master was going to pay for tormenting him. He added some of the lubricant on his erection hastily, then forced William's legs apart and grabbed a pillow from somewhere around the bed, stuffing it under the older man's lower back. He stuck his hand between the Professor's legs, not too precise with the lubricant, but it would have to do. "Would help if you relaxed," he muttered.

The Professor arched into the touch and hissed slowly, brows furrowing a bit. He pressed his lips together firmly and relaxed his muscles with little trouble. He tightened his fingers on Hugue's hips and glared up at him mildly. "I'm not going to break, you realize..."

"Good then," Hugue replied, discarding the lubricant bottle something around the bed. He wasn't too sure if he had done enough, but he was also beyond caring. Caring would have meant he would have needed to stop, and stopping had been out of the question for a while now. He moved between the older man's legs, adjusting his position a little and then grabbing William by the waist before entering the older man more or less carefully. "...Master...!"

The Professor grit his teeth and his fingers bit deep into his hip, hard enough to leave small bruises. The other hand snatched at Hugue's back and raked deep scratches across his shoulder. There was a particularly nasty sting at the movement, but he wasn't about to complain. He had told Hugue he wouldn't break... Biting down harshly on the blond's shoulder, he wrapped his legs tight around the younger one's waist and twisted, burying him completely inside.

Hugue pressed into the other man a few times then took a deep breath, feeling a little calmer now. He paused to stare at William and bit his lip. The scratches on his shoulders told him enough. "Master, I..." he mumbled, continuing his movements a lot more carefully now. "I hurt you, didn't I?"

The older man released his breath in a tight hiss and relaxed a little more. He lifted his hips a fraction and met a few of Hugue's shallow thrusts, the ache in his lower half fading to a pleasurable burn. Lips quirked into a weak grin as he gazed up at the younger man and rubbed his fingers apologetically over the gouges he raked into his skin. "No more than I probably deserved..."

The blond nodded, knowing that pretty much was the truth, but it was still wrong. He didn't want to hurt William, and even less now that the man was just barely recovering from the fever. He still did need this, but at least he was where he wanted to be and could control himself a little more. He leaned down to kiss the older man's neck as he continued cautiously to make sure the Professor didn't get hurt more than he already was.

The Professor sighed and tipped up his chin to give Hugue more access. He grinned a little and tightened his legs around the blond's waist, snapping his hips up suddenly and nipping his shoulder, just to see how he'd react. A rush of heat raced on his skin and he felt a little warmer than usual. Must have something to do with that lovely friction from rubbing against the boy's stomach like that...

"Master...?" Hugue whispered, his voice barely audible. He squirmed a little, then wrapped one arm behind the older man's neck and pulled him into a kiss. Screw avoiding that was Hugue's conclusion; what William had was just fever, which was not contagious. Besides, he had wanted to do so since returning to the Vatican.

William fell completely limp under Hugue's weight and dove his hand in his hair, nibbling on his lower lip before parting his lips. He twisted his hips into a more comfortable position and pressed them up, tracing the seam of the swordsman's lips with the tip of his tongue.

Hugue mumbled something unclean, whatever he was saying ending up being muffled by the kiss. He felt hot, and William's latest actions weren't making him any more comfortable. The Professor was far more skilled in the teasing than Hugue was, and the swordsman settle to grabbing the older man by the hair and kissing him more deeply, thrusting into him a little more roughly now.

William grinned into the kiss and arched his back, flicking his tongue over Hugue's and sliding his hand up his chest to pinch a nipple. He planted the other hand on the younger man's backside and grinded up, skin flushing deeper at the sensation.

The blond broke the kiss and glared at William, having enough trouble controlling himself already. He then grinned and slipped his hand between their bodies to fondle the older man's erection, suddenly determined to actually get his Master to release first.

The older man bit down on Hugue's lip and tightened his grip on his backside. So the boy wanted to play now, hm? He could accommodate him... Letting go, he briefly broke the kiss and sucked on a finger for a moment, eyes glittering up at Hugue, before returning his hand and rubbing the slick digit against the younger man's opening. Hugue really didn't know what he was getting himself into...

Hugue froze, then hissed at the Professor, grabbing him by the neck and glaring at him again. "Don't," he muttered, really not needing any more stimulation. It wasn't the first time William had decided to play around, and it annoyed Hugue to no end. He reached to grab the older man's hands and forced them above his head, mumbling a few curses in French. He couldn't take much longer, and he thrust into the older man rather violently.

William sucked in a short breath and clenched his hands into fists, laughing breathlessly as he snapped up his hips to meet Hugue halfway. He opened his mouth and spoke in perfect French, if not too terribly clearly spoken. "REALLY, Hugue, such language... and coming from such pretty lips, such a shame..."

"Shut... up," the blond muttered under his breath, biting his lip. If there was one thing he really didn't care for when having sex with the Professor, it was William's ability to keep up a conversation, no matter what was going on. Hugue spoke little enough under normal circumstances, and he didn't consider the situation to be the most perfect for chatting. Hugue frowned but then leaned in for a kiss. There were always ways to make the older man quiet...

He writhed half-heartedly underneath Hugue's weight and kissed back with fervor, angling his hips just right and jerking a bit when the blond managed to hit his sweet spot. Nipping rather sharply at the younger man's mouth, he growled low in his throat and tightened his legs around his hips.

The swordsman pulled away from the kiss and shook his head; his hair was all over his face and it was getting in the way. He paused to take a deep breath then concentrated on what he was doing again - that was, pressing into the older man and trying to caress him at the same time. He couldn't really take more, and he only hoped William would give up soon.

The Professor gritted his teeth and jerked, sinking his teeth into the crook of Hugue's neck. A sheen of sweat broke out on his skin and he curled his numbing fingers into tight fists. He narrowed his eyes and grinned up at Hugue. "Feeling a little shivery... dear boy?"

"Master..." Hugue mumbled, too exhausted to come up with any coherent reply. Then again, if he was getting tired, William had to be close to passing out, considering the older man's condition. Hugue had stopped caring, though. He clung to the Professor, moving a few more times before biting the older man's neck to keep himself quiet as he came.

"Thank GOD-!" Biting his lip, he snapped his hips up once more and hissed, liquid heat spattering on his belly. His muscles gave out and he melted into a boneless heap on the bedclothes, panting slightly. William's mouth twitched, then curled into a small smirk, though his eyes were closed.

Hugue lay still for a moment, breathing heavily and, in his mind, cursing the older man with every language he knew. It just figured William wouldn't do anything before he did. The blond finally moved after a while; although he really wanted to just fall asleep, he needed to wash them both. At least the washbasin from before wasn't too far away.

William smirked even wider and sent a prompt wolf whistle behind Hugue, ogling the shapely backside that was being displayed. He flexed his fingers to regain some feeling in them, then mopped his brow with the back of his hand.

The blond ignored the older man, just washing both of them before crawling back to bed. He lay down next to the Professor and closed his eyes. "You were supposed to rest," he mumbled accusingly then just shut up, considering it was as much his fault that William wasn't as it was his Master's.

William chuckled and wrapped an arm around the blonde, tucking his face into his shoulder and sighing heavily. "And you were supposed to spend every waking moment of your time here, in this bed. Consider us even..." He sighed again and his eyes fluttered shut, falling asleep almost instantly.

"Yes," Hugue muttered, not even bothering to figure out how the Professor always knew everything. It didn't matter; at least he had gotten what he needed, and while the idea of just leaving in the middle of the night and letting William wake up alone was tempting, he knew he would stay until his Master was back in good health. He edged a little closer and pressed his head against the older man's hair, drifting off to sleep soon as well.