Blue walls or red walls. These are the two colors Ivan debated about changing his walls to. All the damnable white was getting on his nerves. He rolled over on his right folding his arm under his head.

It's been six days since the doctor, Alexander, came. Since then, Ivan has been working with the man to settle his differences with hospitals and the like. Alex had proposed that Ivan undergo exposure therapy to overcome his fears.

"Exposure therapy is a method doctors and therapist suggest their patients to undergo." He had said while they sat on the couch in the living room. Ivan was sitting next to him listening intently to his suggestions. "It's difficult, but success is high. So if you're fine with this, we can do that."

"Are there any other options?" Ivan asked. He wanted to make sure he had more than one option.

"Well..." the doctor murmured and looked off a little bit. That disturbed Ivan slightly.

"What?"

"Oh!" Alex sighed and covered his mouth with his red hand, "You wouldn't like it."

That caught Ivan's frightened attention. "What? I-Is it bad?!"

"I'm not sure if I should tell you." Alex said gravely. For a moment, Ivan was truly afraid and wished he wasn't alone with the man. But then, Ivan realized something, the corners of the man's lips were twitching.

"You bastard..." Ivan breathed.

"You noticed?" Alex smirked finally. "That's good. That shows that already you don't mind being close to me." His eyes glinted.

Ivan's brow twitched, "Didn't I say not to play around?"

The doctor frowned, pouting really, but straightened his face. It seemed he was only doing so for Ivan's benefit. "However, I do believe you truly wouldn't like the second option."

"Tell me anyway." Ivan mentally prepared his already terrified brain.

Alex stared hard at the man. His black eyes seemed stony in his seriousness.

And at that moment, Ivan wondered what had possessed him to agree to the second option. Let alone the first.

Ivan covered his face with his pillow. Thank God his temperature spiked. He was in little to no condition to visit a hospital. Ivan swore he might have died if he even attempted to enter those ominous double doors. The down side was that Ivan felt like crap now. He felt drowsy and at times dizzy. He thanked the fact there was a breeze coming from his window tossing the curtains ever so slightly.

Ivan sighed when a knock came to the door. Ivan shrank into the covers a little and said, "Come in."

"You shouldn't be up you know." Alex cracked the door open to peek in. It seemed he was checking if it was safe to enter. "Excuse me."

The copper skinned man slipped in with a natural grace that shocked Ivan. The man seemed to do everything with grace despite his size. He watched as Alex closed the door behind him and came closer to his bedside. "How are you feeling?" he asked gently.

Ivan wondered if Alex ever had a patient pick the second option of him being their caretaker. He wouldn't have been surprised if he said yes. The man was handsome enough to entice an angel.

Realizing what he thought, Ivan turned his gaze to the ceiling trying to think about anything besides Alex's looks. Sheep was the best Ivan could come up with.

"I'm fine." Ivan said as plainly as he could. A moment later, something cool pressed against his forehead. Ivan felt his cheeks heat up noticing Alex checking his temperature with his hand. His skin was soft, and from it Ivan could smell the scent of the doctor. He wondered what soap he used to smell so good.

Alex's face was a gentle seriousness. He moved his hands from the right and left of Ivan's forehead, then he slipped it down to his left cheek and kept it there. "Hmm." He took a breath, "You are definitely warmer than you were yesterday." He took his hand away much to Ivan's disappointment. "I'll get you a cool towel. Maybe make you some soup."

Ivan grimaced, "None of that medicine?"

"No." Alex said sternly, "Goodness Ivan, I understand you're skeptical of us in the medical field but really?!"

Ivan's eyes flew open. "I just meant I'm shocked you didn't want to make this easier on yourself!"

Alex raised a brow, his face softening. "Oh." Ivan swore he saw a little red in his cheeks. "I apologize."

"It's fine." Ivan assured. To be frank, he did think about the possibility of the doctor giving him something weird, but Ivan felt, for some reason, Alex wouldn't do that. He didn't say that though. It was a little nice to see the copper skinned man show some embarrassment.

Alex rolled his shoulders looking at the wall, "Well, I don't want to scare you and ruin any progress we may have made." He explained, "Also, I think your illness is due to stress."

Ivan listened and watched the man stand up. Alex put his hands in his dark blue jean pockets, "When is the last time you've had a vacation?"

Ivan flushed and it seemed that said everything the doctor needed to know.

"Don't tell me you never take vacation days!" Alex said in shock.

"And what if I haven't?" Ivan grumbled. He didn't like people prying into his way of working.

"What do you do?" Alex folded his arms now, "Your job I mean."

Ivan turned his head away. "Secretary." He answered vaguely hoping to deter the man from further questioning. It was futile.

"For a supervisor?" Alex finished for himself than Ivan.

"CFO"

"What company?" Alex asked not losing his patience. He sounded more interested than anything.

"Exxon Mobile." Ivan spat, his brow darkening a little. Ivan wasn't aware of the look of shock on Alex's face.

"E-excuse me? What?" Alex coughed, "You're a secretary, of a CFO, of an oil company?!"

Ivan turned his head to see the doctor out the corner of his eye. "Are you going to scold me now?"

The doctor laughed, "Hardly. No wonder you're in the state you're in. You have no choice but to work yourself to death!"

That threw Ivan off. He was preparing to hear another possible long lecture about working too, hard or taking care of himself.

Alex seemed to sense this and cocked his head to the side, "Even though I'm a doctor, you have the choice to heed my advice or not." He chuckled, "Even if I wasn't, it's still your choice."

Ivan sat up but before he could say anything, the doctor paused him.

"But I will say this: You need to eat healthier." Alex pursed his lips, "I've taken note of your fridge and it's the saddest thing I've seen in my career."

Ivan sighed. It was true. Ivan knew himself that he hadn't been eating right. Yet, he couldn't help it. Lunch break was short and; on top of that, the closest 'healthiest' choices were always crowded by the time he got there.

"I've been meaning to go grocery shopping." Ivan said. "I just never had the time is all."

Alex nodded understandingly.

"What exactly is in my fridge...?" Ivan said more to himself than to Alex, but the other answered in horror.

"I'm not surprised you don't know. You barely have anything save for what I used for your salad this morning, some eggs, some grape jelly, and some pie. I'm scared to know what your cabinets look like."

Pie! That's what he was going to use the whip cream for! Without realizing it, Ivan swore thinking of Micheal, "Son of a bitch!!"

Alex nearly jumped out of his skin. "Excuse me?!"

Ivan froze, "Uh...I was...talking about Micheal using my whip cream this morning." He explained in shame of his outburst.

Alex rolled his eyes in thought, "Ah yes! He was going to use it to eat your pie."

'Micheal, you motherfucker...!' Ivan seethed. Ever since he knew Micheal, the man would only eat one thing if Ivan had it and it was pie. Didn't matter what kind it was--key lime , cherry, apple (especially apple), rhubarb—didn't matter!

"I'm surprised you didn't address it right away. I noticed you standing in the kitchen doorway." Alex waited for Ivan to answer but was given a glare first.

"Because I noticed you first." Ivan answered, "And I thought you two were—" he cut himself off abruptly.

This perturbed the doctor, "Hm? You thought what?" he stared at Ivan's face that grew red.

"Nothing..." Ivan grumbled. He didn't want to tell the doctor what he thought. But it seemed Alex wasn't going to let him escape. The man's lips widened into a smirk and he leaned forward a bit.

"What were you thinking?" he hummed, "Tell me honestly."

"D-didn't I say not to play games?!" Ivan stammered.

Alex smirked more, "But I'm not playing games. I'm being serious." He moved closer to Ivan "What were you thinking?"

Ivan could feel his face burning at this point. Alex was growing closer and closer to him, inch by inch. At first, it felt like his temperature was rising and, in a way, it was. But he knew it wasn't because of his illness.

"Hm? What was it?" Alex's voice was now a light whisper, "Ivan."

Ivan had to stop himself from shivering. The way the man said his name was too much. Not to mention the smell of freshly baked goods was invading his nose.

Ivan wished hunger was the only thing he was feeling right now.

"I—" Ivan stammered. His voice sounded weak to him. "It wasn't—"

"Don't lie Ivan." Alex smiled warmly.

With all reason, Ivan should have been terrified. He hadn't been this close to a doctor—to anyone—in years. It felt so surreal, yet it didn't scare him. It was actually...exciting.

Until Ivan's stomach growled.

The two looked down at the covered flesh as it growled again. Alex sighed through his nose, but was still smiling. It took Ivan a moment to register what just happened. He also noticed he had been holding his breath and his heart was racing. Alex was leaning on the bed, his hands on either side of Ivan's legs. He himself was nearly pressed against the head boards.

"Hungry?" Alex asked not waiting for a response. He got up slowly, but turned away from Ivan's view almost immediately. Ivan couldn't help but watch the bronzed man as he left. Because of this, he noticed Alex's long sleeved black shirt that hugged his muscles, his loose dark hair, and his butt.

"I'm going to run to the store for some food stuff." Alex flicked his gaze behind him, "Be right back." He promised before leaving the room and closing the door gently.

The man didn't explain his behavior. Nothing. Like it never happened. Ivan wanted to be mad, and think Alex was playing with him. Yet, he didn't notice the man's casual laughter afterward. Frustrated, Ivan flopped back only to flinch in uncomfortableness. He avertedly shifted his legs to alleviate any pressure that was in his pelvis. When he thought as to why that was, he looked down at himself under the covers and was ashamed to see an impressive tent had formed in his pants.

He swore pathetically.