Title: Moans and Illness

Summary: Chekov is ill and Sulu is being moaned at. Chekov/Sulu slash.

Disclaimer: I do not own and never will.

Warning: Slash, don't like don't read.

A/N: I'm writing this in light of me being ill. I thought it was appropriate, but thanks to my own headache – it's not a long story. Hope you enjoy!

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"Hikaru". Chekov moaned. "I hate being ill".

"There's nothing much I can do about it Pavel. Just try to get some sleep".

"I can't sleep". Chekov looked pathetic. He was curled up in Sulu's bed with the covers up to his chin, bleary eyed and exhausted. He had been complaining to Sulu about a headache for the past hour and Sulu was on the verge of going to McCoy to get something to make him sleep. There was a double meaning behind that action though. One because it would benefit Chekov to get some more sleep, but also it would mean that Sulu could have a couple of hours peace from Chekov's moaning.

"That's because you slept all day yesterday. You have knocked your sleeping patterns out of order". Sulu rolled his eyes in good humour and sat down on the side of the bed and brushed a hand through Chekov's curls. Chekov smiled and sighed. "Can I have my bed back at some stage?"

"There is nothing stopping you getting in with me". Chekov replied, his eyes half closed.

Sulu knew he was tired. He had been waiting on Chekov despite Chekov's protests against it. After thinking it over, Sulu relented and crawled beneath the covers with Chekov. He pulled the ill Russian into his arms and embraced him tightly. He could feel Chekov's curls moving against his chin as Chekov snuggled in close to him, his head buried in the crook of his neck.

"You want to know something Hikaru?" Chekov asked, his voice laced with sleep.

"What?" Sulu yawned.

"I think I could get use to being ill".

End.