Gaara curled into a ball on his bed facing the wall. He sweating profoundly, his fever getting worse, yet he was freezing. He felt the bed dip behind him and warm hand on his forehead.

"Gaara ... you're burning up ..." the concerned voice of his boyfriend, Hyuuga Neji, meet his ears. He felt the hand run though his red hair.

"Gaara, this is getting serious." Neji sighed, "You have to go to the doctors."

"No!"

Gaara's eyes snapped open in panic and he pulled himself into a tighter ball. Neji's face pulled into confusion before he curled up behind his love, his arms around the waist, his chin on his shoulder.

"Why are you so scared of the doctors?" Neji whispered into his ear.

"S-scared? W-what are you talking a-about?" Gaara stammered, "I-I'm not s-scared ..."

"Yes you are, I know you and I can tell." Neji kissed Gaara's temple gently, "Now tell me why?"

Gaara was silent for a moment before he turned in Neji's arms and rested his head on his chest.

"I don't like the doctors." Gaara whispered, "They wear masks and t-touch you ..."

Neji nodded in understanding. He knew Gaara hated being touched by strangers, anywhere on his body.

Then an idea hit him. "Wait here. I have an idea."

Gaara watched longingly as his love left him alone on the bed and entered the bathroom.

- - - - - - - -

"Gaara?"

Neji's voice met Gaara's ear and he rolled away from the wall only to have his mouth go dry and the blood rush to one place.

Neji was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, wearing a tight latex nurses outfit. It was tiny and, in Gaara's perverted mind, left little to the imagination.

"W-what are you doing?" Gaara choked out, "How easy is that to get off?"

Neji laughed and sat down, his legs bent beside him, by the bed side. He ran a hand through his loves hair as he eyes him in a lust-filled way.

"Now that depends." Neji told him, his head tilted, "Why you go to the doctors?"

Gaara gave him a confused look. "What's that got to do with getting you out of that and on to your back?"

Neji moved his face within inches of Gaara's, his breath hitting his face.

"Well, if you go to the doctors, you get to unwrap your prize." Neji spoke in a seductive way, his free hand running up his chest. Gaara got up, hurriedly putting on his coat.

"Neji, lay on that bed, keep your legs open and wait for me to get back." Gaara objected.

Neji grinned. "Yes master."

Gaara tensed as a shiver of pleasure run through him before he bolted, leaving Neji watching to give him his prize.