Hey! This one is for _touchtoomuch but also for ka-boomhauer I really hope, you two can enjoy it. 

Of course it's also for every other lovely reader. And I hope you can enjoy it too:)

It was a quiet Thursday evening. Guitarist Angus Young sat in his apartment, which he shared with his boyfriend and the band's singer, Bon Scott. But Bon wasn't there that evening. He was on a motorcycle tour with his motorcycle and his buddy. Angus, 22 years old, lay in his bed with a book in his hand and covered to his chest. It was already dark outside. His window was open as it had been quite hot all day and it had finally cooled down. Angus sighed, closed his book and placed it next to him on Bon's side of the bed, where no one was now lying. The blanket was neatly folded, the pillow fluffed. Angus ran his hand through his curly hair before leaning towards his bedside table and opening the first drawer to pull out a picture. It was a picture of Bon from the previous year. The two had gone to an amusement park and had a lot of fun there. Bon held a cotton candy and grinned at the camera. Angus smiled as he looked at the picture. He missed Bon so much. The older one had been gone for a week. The curly haired man sighed again before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and crossing his room before padding down the hallway to get to the phone that was on a dresser across from the kitchen. He fetched a chair from the kitchen and sat in it before his pinky turned the dial. It wasn't long before he heard the voice he had missed so much through the red receiver.

"Scott."

"Bonny!" Angus exclaimed excitedly. Suddenly he wasn't tired anymore.

"Angus? Hello, baby. How are you?"

"I'm doing well. How are you dear? How long have you been with Steve's parents? When are you finally coming? I miss you so much." Angus felt his eyes start to water a little, but he immediately pushed it back. It was quiet for a while.

"Oh baby. I miss you too." Bon said then, sounding close to tears himself.

"Why were you driving?" Angus whined softly.

"You said I should socialize with other people." Bon laughed. Angus smiled a little.

"Why do you always listen to me?"

"Because I love you." Bon said softly and smiled a little. Angus giggled and wrapped the phone cord around his hand like Bon always did with the microphone cord on stage.

"I love you too." Angus sighed softly and suddenly sneezed.

"Bless you." Bon said. Angus sneezed again. "Bless you." The singer giggled over the line.

"Oh." Angus groaned softly, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "Thanks."

"Are you really alright?" Bon asked now worried.

"Yes. I just have a little sniffle. Probably some kind of summer crib. I don't know." Bon nodded thoughtfully. "I love you Bon. And I miss you."

"I miss you too, honey." Bon smiled. Angus yawned loudly. "You should go to sleep when you're tired, honey." Bon said softly.

"I want to talk to you." Angus wailed. Bon smiled.

"Honey, go to bed. You are tired and it is late."

"But I miss you." Angus whimpered.

"I miss you too. My cock misses you." Bon grinned as he felt himself go hard just from talking to Angus.

"Shh. You don't know what I'm going through without it." Angus chuckled. Bon grinned.

"Go to bed Angus. I love you darling."

"I love you too. Take care, okay?" Angus sighed softly. Bon smiled.

"Good night. Sleep well sweetheart."

"You too." Angus said and then heard Bon hang up the phone. The small lead guitarist sighed and put the receiver back on the phone.

*

Angus woke up the next morning feeling sick. Very sick. He had severe stomach pains and groaned loudly as he sat up. Outside the sun was just beginning to rise, the clock said 6 a.m. Angus wiped his face and sat on the edge of the bed for a while, just trying to shake his dizziness, when his eyes suddenly widened. He pushed himself to his feet and ran towards the bathroom as fast as his feet could carry him, one hand over his mouth. However, Angus couldn't make it and threw up in the hallway. His back arched as he painfully emptied whatever was in his stomach. Panting and miserable, he leaned against the wall and whimpered softly.

"Shit." He swore. When he had recovered a bit, Angus knelt on the ground to pick up the mess, but he only got worse. After two hours of moans and puking in agony, Angus was exhausted. Somehow he had made it to the phone. His short, thin index finger shakily turned the dial on the phone while his left hand held the receiver to his ear.

"Young." Said a woman's voice. Angus smiled weakly. "Hello?"

"Hey, Linda." Angus mumbled.

"Angus? What's happening? You don't sound good." She said worried for her brother-in-law.

"Is Mal there?" Angus asked instead.

"Yes, wait a minute." Angus heard rustling and then a loud, "Malcolm! Phone for you!" It lasted a while and then Angus could hear:

"Yes?"

"Hey, Mal." The younger smiled weakly.

"Angus? You sound like shit man." Malcolm chuckled a little. "What's happening?"

"I feel like shit, Mal." Angus muttered. Malcolm stopped grinning and became concerned.

"What's happening?"

"Can you...can you come please? I'm so sick." Angus whispered in agony. Malcolm hesitated for a while. It was either a joke, like Angus had done before just because he was bored, or he was really, really, bad as Angus had never called him about illness as he wanted to appear strong.

"What's happening?"

"I've..." Angus gagged dryly, but nothing came out.

"Ang?" Malcolm asked worriedly, looking over at his girlfriend who was standing next to him, also looking at him worriedly. "Ang, are you alright?"

"I threw up this morning." Angus whimpered softly. "3 times. I'm so sick." Angus took a shuddering breath. "My stomach hurts." He moaned in agony.

"Damn, Ang. What did you eat again?" Malcolm asked worriedly, biting his lip.

"Nothing at all. I had a cold yesterday." Angus began to cough heavily. "Please come to me." Angus pleaded softly.

"It's fine, Ang. I'll come to you, okay? I'm coming. Don't worry. Can you lie down in your bed? Mh? And cover up so you get warm?"

"I'm already warm." Angus whimpered softly.

"Could you do that for me?"

"Yes." Angus breathed softly.

"OK. Lay down, I'll be right there." Malcolm hung up the phone and looked at Linda with concern.

"What's wrong?" She asked as she carefully took his hand.

"Angus is ill. Really sick. I have to go see him."

"Okay." She kissed him hard. "Take care, darling. I love you."

"Love you too, Linds." Malcolm grabbed his car keys and walked out the door.

*

When the rhythm guitarist entered his brother's apartment (he had received an emergency key from Bon), the first thing he noticed was the vomit on the floor, shortly after a sour smell hit his nose. Malcolm decided to check on his brother first and took a big step across the puddle. Angus lay in bed as promised, the covers pulled up to his chin. His fingers gripped the covers.

"Hey, Angus." Malcolm said quietly as he sat down next to him and gently brushed a curl of hair out of his eyes.

"Mal?" Angus whispered. Malcolm nodded quickly.

"Yes it's me."

"I was sick."

"I saw it." Malcolm nodded. "Take a break. I'll make you some tea and clean up, okay?" Angus nodded weakly. So Malcolm was on his way. First he cleaned up the vomit. Then he made tea, got a thermometer and cough syrup. Also a bucket. He came back with all the utensils. Angus had kicked off the covers and was lying in bed in just his pyjamas. Malcolm put the bucket on the floor and the rest on the bedside table. "Hey. You have to stay covered." Malcolm said sternly. Angus whimpered softly and looked at him with fevered eyes. "Oh god Angus. What are you doing?" Malcolm whispered worriedly as he sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on Angus' forehead. "You have a really bad fever."

"My...my pyjamas." Angus whispered softly.

"What about it?" Malcolm asked.

"It's dirty." Angus said quietly, showing him the sleeve he'd used to wipe his mouth. Malcolm sighed, went to the closet and pulled out a pair of light green pyjamas.

"Come on, Ang. Sit up." He said softly, helping him up. Then he pulled his shirt over his head. Angus trembled and moaned in agony. "Shh. It'll be better soon." Malcolm hummed and pulled the clean shirt over his head. Then he took off his pants and put on new ones. Angus whimpered softly as Malcolm laid him back on the bed. "Shh." He hummed softly as he tucked him in and kissed Angus on the forehead. "Everything will be fine." Angus whimpered softly. "Here. Have some tea." Malcolm held the cup for him while Angus swallowed and took a pill. Then the cough syrup. "In case you throw up, here's a bucket." Malcolm said, pointing to the bucket on the floor. Angus nodded weakly. They sat in silence for quite a while. The older one just held the younger one's hand and looked at him worried.

"Bon." Angus then whispered weakly.

"What did you say, Ang?" Malcolm asked concerned.

"I want Bon." Angus whimpered. A few tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Shh. It's good." Malcolm brushed away his tears and kissed his forehead again. "Sleep."

"I want Bon." Angus breathed.

"I know. He'll come. Rest." After Angus fell asleep, Malcolm went to the phone and called Bon. The singer promised to come as soon as possible and so they both hung up. Malcolm stood in the bedroom doorway and looked worriedly at his brother who was lying in bed, asleep, sweating softly, moaning.

*

The next day, around noon, Bon came back. He gasped as he unlocked the door, signaling Malcolm that the older one had jogged up the stairs to the third floor.

"How is he?" He asked as he placed both of his bags on the floor.

"Not really good. He has a high fever." Malcolm said softly. He just ignored that Bon hadn't greeted him. The two made their way to the bedroom, where Angus was lying weak in bed, on his stomach, looking at the window. The covers were pulled up and he whimpered softly as his stomach rumbled loudly.

"What's wrong with him?" Bon asked worriedly as he walked towards him.

"Abdominal influenza." Malcolm replied. "He has a high fever and is throwing up. Also stomach ache." Bon looked at Malcolm.

"Thanks for taking care of him." Malcolm shrugged.

"He's my little brother. I've been doing this my whole life." Bon chuckled a little. "I...I'll go then so you can be alone. If anything... call me, okay?" Bon nodded and smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Mal." Malcolm nodded and left the apartment. Bon turned back to Angus and kissed his forehead gently. "Hey sweetheart. Wake up, I'm home."

"Bon?" Angus breathed, looking at him with dull eyes.

"Yes baby. It's me. You're very sick."

"Where's Mal?" Whispered the younger one.

"He went home. He's fine." Bon kissed Angus's hot forehead again. "Take a break. Do you want a painkiller?"

"Mal already gave me one." Angus breathed. Bon nodded and bent down to his bag.

"I...I had a surprise for you. Well...I didn't expect to show you like this." Bon helped Angus roll onto his back before opening his bag and lifting the surprise onto the bed.

"Oh my god." Angus whispered and smiled weakly. "Bonny." He looked at Bon with teary eyes. Bon smiled.

"I know you wished for one."

"Aw." Angus whimpered softly. He was very weak, but Bon could see that he was very happy. The little puppy that Bon had placed on the bed was sitting on Angus' legs. It was a Bernese mountain dog. Black, brown, white.

The little puppy panted at Angus and licked his face while his tail wagged excitedly. Angus gave a broken giggle and trembled as he stroked the soft long fur. Bon watched him smiling and kissed Angus softly.

"Do you like him?"

"He's so cute." Angus breathed, smiling, but Bon could see his lover weakening. The little puppy excitedly let Angus pet him behind the ears and pressed his head against Angus' chest. "What's his name?"

"I wanted to call him Apollo. Do you like the name?" Bon asked, smiling as he watched Angus pet the puppy.

"Yes." Angus breathed. "Hello baby Apollo." The puppy jumped excitedly across the bed. Angus chuckled.

"Hey! Apollo, no! Angus is sick!" Bon exclaimed worried. The puppy sat down and tilted its head to look at him questioningly, its tail still wagging excitedly. Angus smiled.

"I love you Bonny. Thanks. He's so cute." He kissed Bon softly. The older one smiled.

"You're welcome, darling. I'm glad you like him."

"I'm sure Mal will like him too." Angus whispered and yawned softly. Bon lay down next to Angus and gently pulled him into his arms.

"Rest, baby. Sleep. I'm here now."

"I love you." Angus whispered. Apollo lay down on Angus' other side and curled up into a small ball. He pressed himself against Angus' body and whimpered softly before looking at him. Angus reached out weakly and placed his hand on Apollo's back before gently stroking the long black fur. "Love you Apollo. Welcome to our family." Bon smiled and watched the two of them.

*

A week later Angus was feeling much better. Bon, Angus and Apollo went on many trips and had many experiences together. Like when Malcolm's daughter, Cara, made Apollo a saddle horse, but that's another story.

(Big Apollo)

THE END;)

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