Red-Handed [Kris]

[Augusta Davingoun]

A slight shuffling echoed through the nearly silent room. First it was a shuffling of blankets, and the one who had been in bed for as long as he could remember decided he was hungry. And by god he was going to get some food. So the dark-haired man reached over to the bed-side table very slowly (and painfully) and put on his glasses.

He sat up with a pain-filled groan and put a hand to his side where the huge cut was on his torso. He slid sideways so his legs were hanging off the bed and then he looked around. He coughed violently for a couple minutes before he decided to try this again. He leaned forward, and put his feet on the ground. He stood there, one hand on his side and the other on the bed-side table for balance, " dear god..." he muttered, " had to nearly handicap me didn't he?"

Augusta muttered something in French before reaching behind him and grabbing the thickest blanket off the bed because the room was extremely cold otherwise. He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, considering he was only wearing his boxers, because Kristopher insisted that he stay in bed, Augy saw no reason to keep on his blood-stained jeans. And Kris has ripped off his shirt (and not in the fun way) to sew him up last week.

So Augy proceeded to shuffle his way, very very slowly into the hall, at which point a sharp pain ran up his spine and settled in the back of his neck in which he moaned considerably loudly and doubled over in pain. After getting over that he coughed again and continued. " So... hungry..." he muttered. Kristopher didn't feed him well enough, " it will make you sick and you will throw up!"

Sometimes the Frenchman wished the blond care just a bit less about his health. " I'm gonna die sooner or later, he just never lays off..." he said to nobody in particular. He finally made his way to the kitchen in the main room and smiled, " victory dammit!" he said happily and shuffled with his big comfy blanket still wrapped around him, like he was a burrito or something. He walked to the cabinets and reached up to open one and decided that wasn't a good idea because his lower rib didn't like that movement at all. So he used his other arm and pulled down some peanut butter and bread.

" Thank you lord for this glorious sandwich..." he said, almost as if he was praying for food. " because tho feels as starved as a stray doooog..." he joked to himself. He pulled out a butter knife and was making his sandwich when he heard the click of he main door. He flicked his head over, which sent him into a short coughing fit. And when he was done the door was open...

" Bloody brilliant..." he muttered and quickly went back to making his sandwich because he got the feeling that if he didn't quickly make it and stick it into his mouth, the new arrival would snatch it from him.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher, as always, was out doing his share and his lover's share of duites today. Granted, he wasn't the best Mr. Fix-it in the world, but he could get some stuff done. Provited it wasn't anything that had too many wheels, cogs, or strangs whatcha-ma-call-its in side.

Such as clocks. Clocks didn't like him. Clocks loved Augusta. Clocks gave Kristopher hell. Hell on earth. More so then he got daily.

So, after giving up on clocks for the day he was off to the kitchen. It was about time he got some food ready for Augusta. Heaven knows that boy could eat a ton, too bad he wouldn't eat the brooth and other things Kristopher brought to him that was perfect for him at this moment. His stomach would only be able to handle certain things for a time, then he could work up to the proper food combinations once again.

" Thank you lord for this glorious sandwich...because tho feels as starved as a stray doooog..."

Eh? Who was that?

Kristopher's brows came together in thought as he neared the kitchen, surely that wasn't his dear frenchmen in that kitchen. If it was, then ho-ho-ho he better be ready for the wraith of god to come upon him! (Lovingly through Kristopher.)

The blond slowly pushed the kitchen door open, which caused that lovely click to sound and then he made his way in. Weaving through a few things at his own pace.

" Bloody brilliant..."

Insert Wraith of God here.

Kristopher came around behind Augusta, green eyes narrowed and hands on his hips. What on earth was he doing? Doing up no less! And wait! Hark! What is that? Tis that a PB Sandwitch that he was making and pretty much finishing! He can't eat that! It would be to heavy for his stomach.

Approaching the dark haired boy, Kristopher reached up behind Augusta and easily plucked the butter knife from his cold fingers. "And what are you doing?" Asked a very serious Kristopher from behind the slightly taller boy. "You, Sir, are supposed to be in bed." He scolded the poor, starving dog.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta hunched his shoulders as if to hide from the man he knew was now in the room, He spread the peanut butter so fast it was a world record and as he was about to cut it into two triangles he felt the knife slip from his hands. He knew the blond was there behind him and was the one who took the knife from him.

"And what are you doing?"

Augy picked up his halfway cute sandwich, ripped it into two halves and stuck one of them in his mouth, the sandwich hanging there and he munched a bit off of it. Holding the other half in his hand he shrugged. " I dik is culled makin a sammach..." he said with his mouth full of bread. He smiled slightly.

"You, Sir, are supposed to be in bed."

Augy swallowed and smiled with a very guilty look on his face. " Oh come on Kris! One sandwich is not gonna hurt me!" he said, " and if I throw up them who cares? everybody does it!" he said and turned and began to slowly shuffle away. " Really, I pretty sure that if I can handle a fatal chest wound I can handle a peanut and bu--" And he was cut short as he threw himself into a very violent coughing fit. he doubled over and leaned against a counter for support and held his stomach.

He stopped coughing but still sat there for awhile. He wiped off some blood onto the blanket around him and took another bite of his sandwich, "plus, you be starvin' me! I haven't had nothin good in days! No meat or fruit or nothing nice... just beef broth and wheat bread! I think I'm getting sicker just eatin that stuff!" he complained, but still didn't remove his hip from the counter.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" I dik is culled makin a sammach..."

Yeah, ah-huh, and this is what they call an intervention. It's just that Kristopher didn't say what he mentally thought. Kristopher wasted no time and yoinking the uneatten triangle from Augusta's hand and letting him keep the other he was snacking on. The blond tossed the said sandwich onto the counter. "It's not good for you right now."

" Oh come on Kris! One sandwich is not gonna hurt me! and if I throw up them who cares? everybody does it! Really, I pretty sure that if I can handle a fatal chest wound I can handle a peanut and bu--"

"Uh-huh, don't you be pulling that Woe-Is-Me crap on me Augusta Davingoun. I won't have it and you won't be getting that other part of that sandwich either, Mr." The blond then crossed his arms, offering no aid to the sickly ebony haired male as he coughed up his lung and having to use the counter as a support. "Ah-huh, see there. This is what I am talking about. Now, you sit your ass right down." The blond went up to Augusta and promptly popped him on the back of the head (although not too hard) and took his other triangle away from him.

"plus, you be starvin' me! I haven't had nothin' good in days! No meat or fruit or nothing nice... just beef broth and wheat bread! I think I'm getting sicker just eatin' that stuff!"

Kristopher rolled his eyes, "That's because your stomach couldn't handle anything else and if you throw up with the way your lungs are now. Hell, man, you will be doing more damage then good. Now, stop arguing with me, I am the doctor here." The blond put his foot down firmly then and stared at Augusta, daring him to argue. "Besides, I was going to bring you something different today, such as soft fruits and other things. But now seeing you pull this little stunt...I'm tempted to give you pea soup!"

He then turned to throw the PB sandwich away, "Without, the crackers too!"

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Ah-huh, see there. This is what I am talking about. Now, you sit your ass right down."

Augusta frowned deeply, this was not nearly as fair as he thought it would be. He felt the smack on the back of his head and moaned loudly, mostly because Kris took the sandwich away from him, " Jerk!" he said loudly, like a young child. Augy watched as he walked over and went to throw the sandwich away. " Fine! Fine! I'll sit down geez... chill out... " he said darkly and walked over to a table and slowly sat down.

"That's because your stomach couldn't handle anything else and if you throw up with the way your lungs are now. Hell, man, you will be doing more damage then good. Now, stop arguing with me, I am the doctor here."

Augy frowned and moved his hand like a duck mouth to mock the blond and then laid his head down on the table. He wasn't nearly threatened by the pea soup without crackers as he was of starving. He sighed and let out a loud groan... " Sorry..." he said and looked over at the blond.

" Your used to this sick thing... I hate this... I like doing stuff, I think I'm gonna turn into a potato if I stay in bed any longer... I'm not used to being stuck somewhere for a long time. I'm usually working and doing things, ever boring chores..." he said and then lifted his head and let it fall lightly back into the table. " I think I'm going crazy... well more so then I already am..." he said and held his stomach with his arms.

[Kristopher Roberts]

The blond rolled his eyes at the fenchmen's words, he sounded just like some spoiled child and he the mother hen. Great. Some realtionship this was...

"I saw that." Kristopher announced, even though there was no possible way for him to see the duck like motions Augusta was making with his hand. Kris had to rest the urge to throw a spoon at the moron.

Kristopher let out a sigh as he started to dig around in the kitchen, pulling down a bowl and then some fruits, a knife and other things that he was needing. From there he started to peal and orange. Working his way carefully through the food, he rolled his eyes a second time.

" Your used to this sick thing... I hate this... I like doing stuff, I think I'm gonna turn into a potato if I stay in bed any longer... I'm not used to being stuck somewhere for a long time. I'm usually working and doing things, ever boring chores...I think I'm going crazy... well more so then I already am..."

Amusing.

"Welcome to my life." Said the blond as he waited a moment before adding on as an after thought, "That's how I feel everyday. Now you will stop mocking me when I am sick." He then shook his knife at the other before chopping at the fruit carefully and putting small chuncks in a bowl.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augy shifted slightly in his chair before coughing again. This time it was only twice and he looked over watching the blond cut fruit. But he didn't say anything because he knew Kris would change his mind very quickly. He listened to the blond and sighed.

"Welcome to my life. That's how I feel everyday. Now you will stop mocking me when I am sick."

Augy smiled slightly and quietly got out of his chair. He hadn't seen the blond for a while, he was pretty much passed out because he was injured, so when Kris was at home taking care of him, the Frenchman was usually asleep. So he carefully and quietly came up behind Kris and wrapped his arms around the blond and hugged him happily. Even though it was quite painful to move his arms this much, he dealt with it, this was Kris after all. " I miss you... your gone a lot, I barely get to see you now..." He said softly... " I am sorry for not doing as you say... I am quite the rebellious type yah know..."

The dark-haired man sighed and let go of Kristopher before shuffling slowly back to the table and sitting down again, " your not really mad at me are yah?" he paused, " I really didn't mean to hurt myself I've been bored and hungry..." He looked over and coughed again, little did he know that he was getting an chest cold from breathing in the damp, freezing air in the south wing.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kris said nothing else for the time being as he worked on the dish. Reaching out and to his left, he grabbed a few peaches and worked on slicing those carefully, then went to an apple in which he started to pile. He had no idea Augusta was getting up until he felt the arms around him.

"Augusta." Kristopher said in slight surprise and turned his head up and to the side to view his counterpart.

" I miss you... your gone a lot, I barely get to see you now...I am sorry for not doing as you say... I am quite the rebellious type yah know..."

The blond sighed softly then and went back to what he was doing. But he wished Augy had stayed with him like that for a little bit longer, public affection or not. "I know, I'm just..." He paused, "Just been busy, Sin sends me out doing everything he can think of and then Jouhnin calls me to take care of things and then theirs our chores I am doing...I just don't have the time to stay close to you." The blond explained, feeling a little frustrated at that.

" your not really mad at me are yah? I really didn't mean to hurt myself I've been bored and hungry..."

"No," He spoke softly, "Just disappointed you didn't wait for me is all."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I know, I'm just... Just been busy, Sin sends me out doing everything he can think of and then Jouhnin calls me to take care of things and then theirs our chores I am doing...I just don't have the time to stay close to you."

Augusta slumped back into the chair and sighed. He put his feet up on the table and pushed the chair back so it was on two legs. He let his head fall over the back of the chair and pretended to blow smoke rings into the air. He didn't like that name, Sin... it was no secret that Augy hated the Boogie. When Kris came home with marks not made by the older man, Augy usually threw a silent fit and didn't act the same. He knew the blond couldn't do anything abut it, but it still pissed him off to no end.

He sighed again, listening to the younger man speak and looked over at him. He leaned his chair forward and put his feet back on the ground before standing up slowly. He left the blanket he had on the chair and walked over to his counterpart. He wrapped his arms around the blond and hugged him. He let his right hand slide down and wrap around the boys hand before gently pulling the knife away and setting it down. " I'm sorry..." he said softly and even though the ebony-haired man was badly injured, he seemed to turn Kristopher around like it was no problem.

So he held onto the blond tightly, tight enough to were Kris couldn't escape, but light enough not to hurt the boy. And it didn't seem like Augy was going to let go.

[Kristopher Roberts]

He barely looked at Augy for a moment and rolled his eyes, "You are going to fall like that and bust your head open like a melon." He stated, gesturing to the fact that Augy was balancing on the chair. Geez. Kris let out a sigh and scratched the back of his head as he paused to think for a moment.

"Ah well, keeps me active so I can't complain too much about it." He mused. When the chair came back down he looked over at the dark haired boy and raised a brow. "You just can't help but move around can you?" No wonder he wasn't healed yet!

The blond sighed again and did not stop Augusta from removing the knife from his hand and overall stopping Kristopher at what he was doing. Kristopher smiled lightly at his counterparts apology. "What are you apologizing for?" Asked the blond, finding it somewhat strange for his lover to so suddenly apologize and so, just because Kris was well, Kris, he had to make light of the situation with a joke.

"What did you do? Suddenly cheat on me with a pretty boy somewhere?" He chuckled, "I knew I should of took that other blond out." He teased, laughing lightly.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"What are you apologizing for? What did you do? Suddenly cheat on me with a pretty boy somewhere? I knew I should of took that other blond out."

Augy smiled lightly as he let his forehead rest on the blonds shoulder. He chuckled lightly and still did not let go, " naw..." he muttered. " I just feel really useless right now, making you work so hard when all I do is complain, I should be helping you, not making myself worse..." he said softly. His voice was slightly raspy, pain littering the words here and there.

He kissed the blonds neck lightly and then rested his head back down again. He held Kris around the waist, hugging him tightly. " I guess being ill makes more compassionate. " The dark-haired man lifted his head to look at Kris with his nearly black eyes. " Though there are lots of cute blonds out there... yah know I have a thing for blonds..." he joked and chuckled slightly, " They just seem to be my downfall..." he said and leaned closed and kissed Kristopher lightly on the lips. But he only pulled away just slightly to look at him. With a grin across his face he leaned back in, quicker this time, and kissed the younger male deeply and much more passionately then before.

Though he should be trying to breath but oh well, he already had 6 still broken ribs.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" I just feel really useless right now, making you work so hard when all I do is complain, I should be helping you, not making myself worse..."

"Well, you are an idiot Augusta, nothing can change that fact." The blond said off handly as he looked down over his shoulder at the abandon fruit. He really out to finish that and shove it down the older boys throat. After all, he had been complaining about dying of hunger only moments ago. But now it seemed all that hunger just disappeared.

" I guess being ill makes more compassionate. "

Hm? Kristopher blinked a few times and turned his blond head back towards the other and looked at him curiously. What was he about to go on about now? The blond made no response to the first kiss to his neck.

" Though there are lots of cute blonds out there... yah know I have a thing for blonds...They just seem to be my downfall..."

Kristopher chuckled lightly, "Yes, tell that to the man that has a kitchen knife only inches from his hand." Teased Kristopher with a small smile. Of course, he would never aim to actually hurt the dark haired boy but it was fun to tease like he would.

Now this second kiss caught his attention, he returned the kiss lightly and then narrowed his eyes at the other, "Augusta." he warned. But that sudden grin that appeared on his lovers face made him want to smack his head on the counter. Seriously, what was he thinking? Well, that was answered rather quickly when he was kissed a third time, taking his breath away. Freeing his thin hands, Kris grabbed either side of the others shoulders and pushed him back, although gently.

Red faced, Kristopher looked at Augusta and that devilish look on his face that he knew was coming. "Don't you even, you need to be sitting down, eating and not kissing me so much until you can't breath. You can do that later, when your ribs heal."

Ah yes, the ever present Doctor Roberts is in business.