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Cuddle

"You've known him the longest. You wake him up."

Kazuya Shibuya glanced up from his paperwork and over to the Monk who stood with his arms crossed.

"No," he didn't hesitate.

"Why not," Houshou whined as he uncrossed his arms.

Kazuya didn't even look up from his paperwork this time.

"No."

"But-," he was cut off by John who jumped in before the argument could escalate.

"I'll go wake him up," everyone watched as he walked out the door before whipping their heads over to Kazuya at his muttered words.

"It's your funeral…"

Down the hall John felt a sudden chill go down his spine.

Odd.

~W~

"Lin?"

The blonde man stuck his head around the door to peer into the dark room. His eyes searched the space until they landed on a bulge on top of the bed to the right.

"Lin," he called again.

The bulge shifted.

The man gave a slight smile and walked into the room and up to the bulge. With another quiet call he shook the bulge lightly.

It grunted.

"It's time to get up Lin," he said in a slightly louder voice, "everyone is up and ready. We're just waiting on you."

There was another grunt and slowly the bulge moved into an upright position.

Blonde hair ruffled as he grinned at the tall man, "I'll head back to the base. Honestly, I'm not sure what Kazuya was so worried-"

He cut off with a surprised cry when the man before him suddenly leaned forward and rested his head on the blonde's shoulder.

"What," he exclaimed as he tried to jump back but found he was stuck by a hand holding onto the hem of his shirt. Lin gave a content sight.

A nervous laugh echoed around the room. Slowly John tried to pry the man's hand off his shirt.

"Um…" his tugging became more insistent. Man that was a strong grip, "Lin…"

He froze.

He gulped.

He tried removing the hand with more frantic movements than before.

The sleeping man had started moving.

"Lin!"

~W~

Everyone in the base was startled by a strangled cry from down the hall.

"What was that," asked a surprised Mai as she paused from putting down a cup of tea.

Kazuya gave a much put upon sigh and slowly stood up from his chair. He stretched his arms and back for a minute before heading towards the door.

"There is a reason why I refuse to wake that man up anymore…"

Osamu Yasuhara piped up from the couch, "Where are you going?"

Kazuya didn't pause from his trek out the door, "To save Father Brown."

Then he was gone.

The others left behind only spared a few seconds of looking at each other before they were all out the door behind their stoic boss.

~W~

Poor John.

That was the unanimous thought through muffled roaring laughter.

Kazuya stood in the room taking in the scene in front of him while his employees all leaned against each other for support in their laughter.

John was balancing himself upright while one hand was desperately trying to remove the arm that was around his stomach. The other was clutching onto the headboard in a weak attempt to continue to stay in his upright position. Said arm was attached to a rather tall man that was lying down in the bed with his head buried into the other man's back. He was also very obviously asleep.

John gave them all a desperate look and continued to claw at the arm.

Kazuya sighed.

"Lin," the call was mildly quiet and firm.

There was a grunt between the soft snores.

Kazuya crossed his arms, "Let him go."

There was beat or two. Then slowly the arm started to shift back onto the bed and the desperate Priest shot away into the hall of waiting teasing and mockery.

The man on the bed continued to move until he was facing away from them all and curled up into a semi-ball.

"Lin," again the command.

There was no response but Kazuya continued anyway, "It's time to wake. Hurry up. I'll not wait all day."

The others had stopped their teasing for the time being and were now watching the scene with interest. Soon enough Lin was sitting up again.

With firm, short words Kazuya managed to get the still mostly asleep man out of the bed and into the adjourning bathroom with a change of clothes. He did it all while keeping a good five feet away from the guy. Ten more seconds and the door was shut and the shower came on.

Kazuya turned to walk from the room only to be blocked by his group of bystanders. One Australian was staring at the bathroom door in horror. Kazuya raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"He's still asleep," was his simple reply.

A strange choking noise came from John as he tried to portray his question.

Kazuya's smirked deepened, "He likes to cuddle."

~W~

Twenty minutes later a fully awake and completely oblivious Lin walked into the base room only to pause in his tack to the monitors at all the muffled giggles coming his way.

His eyes skimmed the different faces until they landed on one blue eyed face that was watching him with horrified mortification. Lin frowned in confusion.

Houshou's giggles turned into full blown gut wrenching laughter.

Lin turned to him and his frown deepened.

"What?"

He will still wonder in years to come why it is that the peaceful, blonde, Australian priest had tried to rip his hair out with a strangled scream when he had asked that question.