Schmoop Bingo prompt: anniversary-one partner sick.

Warnings: GuyxGuyxGuyxGuy, or all male foursome. Fluffy beyond belief. First time writing for this pairing. Think that covers all the bases.

Ryou sniffled miserably, shuffling further under the covers as the room seemed to drop several degrees.

A warm weight settled on the bed to the left of him, but the whitenette couldn't pry his eyes open to study this development.

"I'm sorry you're not feeling good, baby." Malik eased over to rest an icy cold hand on the younger's forehead before hissing and informing him, "You're burning up."

"'m cold, though." The smaller hikari shot back weakly, burying his flushed face into a tan shoulder.

"Let him sweat it out, Malik." That voice definitely belonged to Bakura, and came from just beside the bed. A bit of shuffling, and Ryou's yami was on his other side, exuding the same warmth he always did.

"Why are you all still here? Why don't you go out to dinner like I told you to?" the sick boy complained, finally opening his tired, teary eyes to see Marik hovering in the doorway in nothing but sweatpants.

"Because it's our three year anniversary, and we're allgoing to spend it together. Not three of us out, and one of our beloved home sick, and miserable. Now hush, and let us coddle you." Now the other yami joined the fray on the bed, ensnaring one hand in Ryou's hair, and letting the other toy absently with the bottom of Bakura's shirt.

"But you guys should get to celebrate, even if I'm sick." Maybe protesting was useless with these three, but he had to try at least, right? Despite the fact his eyes were drooping, and he was leaning into the large hand on his hand, he had to try.

"Not a chance." And a warm kiss on the forehead from Malik, and all protests died as Ryou drifted off, wrapped in warmth, love, and comfort that his three lovers gave so willingly.