Mike couldn't sleep.
The lead Vamp didn't know why. He just couldn't sleep. The land of peaceful slumber just wouldn't come.
There was a cure for his insomnia however; located fight next to him in the bed and wearing a pair of black silk pajamas (courtesy of Mike). Unable to hide a smirk, Mike gently poked the silk clad other's shoulder.
"Dyl… Dyl, wake up baby."
Dylan moaned, swatting the hand away. "Knock it off."
Mike chuckled, poking his lover's shoulder again. "Dylan…"
"Piss off."
Another poke. "Dyl-"
"Mike!" the small Goth whined, curling up into his side of the bed.
The Vamp smiled and snaked his arms around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him closer. "I can't sleep."
"Then why the fuck did you wake me up?" Dylan complained, curling up against the much warmer Mike.
"Because I wanted to cuddle."
"Fucking douchebag."
"Will a nice hot cup of coffee make it all better?"
"… It better be piping hot when I get up. With extra creamer."
"Anything else, darling?"
"Arrange for Stan Marsh to get his ass kicked. I hate that fucking asshole."
"Consider it done, my red Goth."
Dylan didn't respond, having drifted back to sleep once the words left Mike's mouth. Mike softly pecked his cheek.
"Night Dyl."