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"Xander." Anton neither sounded nor looked much bothered or surprised. "Is there something you wanted?"

"Well, yes. I was looking around and I wanted to find out from you where you keep your medicine." Xander asked with a serious expression, leaning against the right door frame with his arms crossed.

Anton showed a hint of surprise. "Medicine? Are you ill? Did you need one?" He scanned Xander's physique to ensure that he was alright.

"I'm fine. I was just curious." Xander told him. His face showed not a hint of a lie.

Anton thought nothing of it. "Oh, alright. I was just on my way there myself. Let's go together then."

Xander smiled and followed behind Anton quietly.

*

Anton walked over to one of the drawers beside the sink. He pulled it out, showing Xander the medicines in it. He pulled out a painkiller and got a glass of water.

He took some medicine out, capped the bottle and returned the bottle back into the drawer, shutting it.

Anton used the medicine with the water he'd gotten ahead and dropped the glass in the sink. He turned around to leave, but not before speaking to Xander with a smile he could manage. "If there's nothing else, then I'll take my leave."

He only managed to get to the door, before he muttered an "Oh my" and fell to the floor. Xander had just barely caught him in time before he could hit the ground.

His eyes were closed when Xander caught him. Xander put a hand on his forehead. A look of shock passed over Xander's face. He placed his hand on his cheeks too and the shock didn't dissipate at the result.

Xander stood up after composing his face, carrying him in his arms rather easily. Anton really did look quite lithe, but he didn't seem like he weighed very little. Xander carrying him so easily showed he was very strong.

Anton opened his eyes a bit. He looked a bit dazed. "X-xander?" He called out to confirm the person carrying him.

"Yes?" Xander's face was blank as he stood in place, frozen as though caught doing something bad.

Anton only Mn'ed and moved closer to Xander's body, resting his head on Xander's chest. Xander stood there for a while not knowing to react before finally taking a step away from the spot he stood.

*

The door of Anton's room opened and Xander walked in, carrying the unconscious Anton. He placed him on top of the white duvet, resting his head on the pillow. Anton's hair splayed all around his head like a black halo on the pillow. Xander stared at him for a while and then took off his shoes and his socks which were covered by the slacks. He placed them aside first, and undid the first two buttons of Anton's shirt, then looked up at the ceiling as if to say 'Do I really have to?'.

He felt Anton's forehead again and sighed. He left for a while, taking the shoes with him.

Anton, who was still rather unconscious on the bed, turned to the side shivering. He grabbed the end of the duvet on his left and wrapped it around himself as best as he could, curling himself into a ball as much as he could. Still unconscious.

Xander returned holding a bowl of water and a towel to see this sight, and chuckled beneath his breath. He placed both on the top of the bedside drawer, and then pulled the duvet off gently, revealing Anton's curled up form.

"S-so c-c-cold." he whispered but Xander heard it. He turned Anton on his back and stretched out his limbs so they'd be easier to reach.

He sighed to himself, then unbuttoned the rest of Anton's shirt. His white unblemished porcelain like skin had a sheen of sweat. He had lean muscles and a faint six pack showed. Six packs from doing what, no one knew. He didn't look like the type that exercised though... He had a thin waist that girls would most definitely be envious of.

Xander looked only a moment, before taking off the rest of the shirt. He turned, readied the towel, dipped it into the water, squeezed it and then turned back to Anton. He wiped his body rather gently as though afraid he'd break.

He wiped every inch of skin he could reach. From his forehead, to his fingers to his waist. He looked at Anton's face to check his reaction. He has noticeably calmed down. He felt his forehead.

Xander, satisfied with his work, got up and left with the bowl of water and the towel.

He came back and sat by the bed, brushed Anton's hair away from his face with his fingers and smiled a bit.

He sat there for a while simply watching his face for any signs of discomfort.

When he didn't see any for almost an hour, he left. The moment he left, Anton's face squeezed in discomfort and he tossed and turned in bed as though looking for a comfortable position. All the while still unconscious. In the end, he curled himself into a ball, and slept again.

Xander came back sometime later, opening the door as quietly as he could and stood by Anton's bedside, stretching his body out. He sat Anton up and got Anton's shirt putting it back on him. He buttoned it to the top and tucked it in as best as he could without waking Anton, making his shirt look similar to how he was before he slept.

He placed him back as calmly as he could, pushing the hair off Anton's forehead then left again.

*

Xander sat in front of the television in the living room. The dining area was visible from the living room.

He sat on a large white sofa facing a flat screen TV. The only modern looking things here. The stools, decorations, and such were styled the same as the lounge.

Xander sat like a king, or the owner of the house, with his legs crossed right ankle over left knee. His back rested against the backrest of the chair and his arms spread over the back of the chair.

He was watching a football match but with the volume lowered. The remote control sat beside his right thigh.

He definitely looked like he had made the place his own home. Getting bored with the match, he flipped through the channels again, before landing on another match. This one seemed to interest him more because he dropped the remote control and sat up, dropping his foot to the ground and leaning forward to see the match better.

He suddenly heard footsteps and turned around, only to see Anton coming into the living room. He stood up, turning completely to Anton.

"Are you ok?" He asked.