Happy Birthday, my wonderfully incredible Husband!

That would be Vampirycent, for those of you wondering.

I love you very much Leo and bring you YuBo, just like you wanted.

Disclaimer: Nothing.

-Good Morning, Good Night-

The incessant ticking of the clock, on the far wall was about to drive Yuriy mad. That sound, the repetition of soft clicks and constant ticks was usually enough to lull him to sleep, but in the empty double bed, the redhead tossed about relentlessly. Tired blue eyes glanced at the soundless alarm clock, taking in the bold, bright digits that flashed the late hour, as he cursed them in a low, hoarse snarl.

Two hours – for two fucking hours he stirred restlessly. This was ridiculous! There was nothing more frustrating. He growled deep in his throat, until the rumble became nothing but a disdained sigh. The darkness swallowed his struggles but did nothing to alleviate him from his torture.

The comforter was bundled around him; the sheets were tangled with his body and his pillow had been fluffed a dozen times. Still nothing. The usual tricks – a glass of milk and some light reading had no effect. It was not even insomnia, or nightmares. He could simply not fall asleep. There was nothing to blame but the circumstance and old habits. The answer was obvious. He knew why this always happened when he was alone. There was no avoiding it. He just could not sleep without Boris beside him.

Boris always fell asleep first. His breaths would even out into the comfortable rhythm of slumber and Yuriy would watch the pale face, drift off to a peaceful dream. The rising and falling chest, so close to his own, was always enough to put Yuriy to sleep right after. Years of sharing a bed, with the same person made sleeping alone painfully unbearable.

Their bed was always so warm; the body heat, the snuggling, the good night kisses, just thinking about the bedtime routine made Yuriy smile. The serene curve was wasted though, in the darkness in their room. There was no one to see it – no one to pull him closer and murmur tiring words into his ear. Only the wind outside echoed in the bedroom, as it whistled its haunting melancholic song of high, frosted notes.

The nostalgia dissipated; the happiness welling in his heart became cold and void – he recognized this feeling. It was that of loneliness. He pulled the blankets closer and sighed into the thick material. They kept him warm, but the sensation was hardly comparable to the arm that always snaked around his waist. There was no comforting scent to inhale and indulge in.

Yuriy reached out across the mattress to his lover's side and pulled the other pillow to his chest. He desperately searched for a lingering fragrance, anything to soothe the misery of his wakeful and alone state. The odor was faint, wafting coils of musk tickled the redhead's senses, but the scent was not comforting. It only made the moment and the cold night feel all the more real.

There was no escaping insomnia, as he lost himself in the covers. His mind constantly reminded him of how pitiful this pattern was and that it was, alas, unbreakable. The sun would rise in a few hours and a patter of quiet footsteps would creep into the room. Boris would then, as he always did, slide into bed and search for Yuriy beneath the comforter.

But until then…Yuriy endured.

It was something he did best. He would wait and even count the hours, the minutes, and the seconds, only to smile when the suffering dissolved in an intimate embrace. In that moment, he would let go, when he was sure that Boris would not and sleep until whenever. Although long and arduous, those sleepless nights lead to the greatest mornings.

''Good morning, Boris.''

''Good night, Yuriy.''

-EndE-