A/N: My first Flynn/Yuri oneshot! I don't usually ship this kind of stuff (not that there's anything bad with it), but I can't help it with these two. They've got such a complex, interesting relationship and I just love to write about them.


It was evening when Yuri awoke.

The room he lay in was nearly dark, save for the dim light of a single lantern. It threw the walls and ceiling into shadow, distorting the space, but after a moment he realized he lay in his room beneath the covers of his bed. Everything was still, strangely calm, and he was aware of a presence near his bed. But his mind was still too clouded to figure out who it was.

Just then pain seared through his side like wildfire; his teeth clenched, eyes snapped shut, hands grasped at the sheets beneath him. Fingertips brushed against his forehead and soon a cloth ran over it, taking away the sweat that had formed there. He felt those fingertips rest at his arm.

"Breathe," a voice said, familiar and comforting.

Soon Yuri found himself doing just that. The pain subsided to a dull ache as air slowly filled his lungs and left, his fingers uncurling from the sheets. He eased his eyelids open, indistinguishable shapes floating overhead. It didn't take long for his eyes to adjust, and above him was that head of blond hair he'd grown so fond of.

"Flynn," he murmured. "What... what happened?"

"You got injured during a guild mission," he explained. "From what I heard you lost a lot of blood, but Estellise healed what she could. The pain shouldn't last much longer."

He remembered now—the cry of monsters, pain erupting at his side, familiar figures drifting past his vision before darkness overcame him. Yuri's grip tightened on the bedsheets as the ache throbbed. All the while Flynn kept a hand at his arm to provide what comfort he could, to help keep him distracted—which worked, somewhat. When the pain subsided Yuri let out a breathy laugh.

"I'm a mess."

Flynn shook his head with a smile. "You're the same as always, Yuri. Just a little worse for wear."

Yuri's mind was still too muddled to process his words, and just returned the smile instead. Flynn placed the back of his hand to Yuri's cheek, silent for a moment. The warm skin sent waves of relief through Yuri and he leaned into the touch.

"At least your body temperature's back to normal," Flynn said. "And your skin isn't so pale anymore."

Must've been a pretty serious wound, then, if the pain alone was any indication. He'd definitely get a scar out of this. Flynn pulled his hand away sooner than Yuri would've liked, and a quiet grumble sounded in his throat. The dark-haired man felt around the blanket atop him, eventually finding Flynn's hand and taking hold of it. He let his eyes close and tried to savor the peace while it lasted.

Something pressed against his lips then, followed by a rush of breath that tickled his skin and tugged the corners of his mouth up. Heat pulsed through him as he and Flynn traded kisses, a heat that he'd missed and gladly welcomed. Any worries of that pain acting up were quickly pushed to the back of his mind; he was far too concerned with the soft brush of those lips against his. Flynn threaded their fingers together and Yuri squeezed his hand with what strength he could find.

Pain flared in his side again and Yuri flinched, his teeth subconsciously snapping together—and biting into lips that weren't his own. Flynn yelped and Yuri unclenched his jaw, a stream of profanities hissing through Yuri's teeth as Flynn hurried to the washbasin.

"Sorry," Yuri groaned.

"It's fine. I should've realized that would happen."

"Wait, are you bleeding?" When Yuri began to sit Flynn hurried over with a cloth still at his lip and eased him back down.

"Don't move around. Your wound might reopen."

The words registered in Yuri's mind, but he was too preoccupied with Flynn's injury to pay any attention, trying to discern how bad the bite had been.

"Really, Yuri, I'm okay." He moved the cloth away to show it hadn't darkened much, if at all. A sudden smirk pulled at his lips. "I'd say it was worth it."

Yuri rolled his eyes. "Guess we'll just have to pick up once I'm better."

Flynn leaned down again, brushing hair from Yuri's forehead to wipe away the moisture that had started to form again. He planted a kiss there in its place. Yuri caught a better glance of Flynn's face before he pulled away and walked back over to the sink; already his bottom lip had started to swell, and Yuri couldn't hold back the chuckle in his throat. "Bet you'll have fun explaining that to your pals at the castle."

Flynn set the cloth aside and returned to his seat, ruffling Yuri's hair. "Be quiet."

"Hey, hey, stop it!" he laughed, pushing at Flynn's hands.

Flynn was unable to hold back laughter himself. Yuri managed to snatch one of his wrists just as he made to pull away, daring him to make a move. They sat at a standstill for a moment, and Yuri made the next move, pulling his hand closer and watching Flynn's face give way to confusion. But he simply placed a kiss to the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry. Really. You can pay me back later if you want."

And of course that damned pain had to ruin the moment. He quickly released Flynn's hand to keep from crushing it and grimaced, though he tried to hold the smile he'd been wearing.

"We'll see about that once you're better. Just rest up for now. I'd like to stay, but I have some important meetings tomorrow. Repede's here if you—"

"Stay," Yuri interrupted. "I miss you."

He sighed. "Yuri."

"Just for a little bit."

Silence for a beat. "Alright, you win," he chuckled. "Just a few more minutes."

Yuri couldn't stop the smirk tugging at his lips. "Thanks, man."