Ch. 2
Returning a Small Favor
Bedsmith sat there for awhile in thought. Love? The sleepy being scoffed at such a thought. That's absolutely absurd! Especially love to a Pi'illo of such high royalty. Bedsmith must be really tired to get such a ridiculous idea of that sort. I mean Bedsmith wants to nap on him, but thats only because hes so fluffy, but Bedsmith was just to tired to try this time.. Bedsmith should just go to bed, passing out while using a sharp tool will not fare well.. There's not much work left anyway, it can be finished rather fast in less then ten minutes.
His mind drifted off to the thought of Dreambert's cute crimson face when he was on top of him. The yellow Pi'illo shook off the thought, cursing his weary thoughts as he blushed profusely. He staggered sleepily to his small room, located opposite of the kitchen, his home was small and cozy, he had combined it with his workshop. He preferred to be close to work and this was as close as he was going to get, apparently. He collapsed onto his bed, not caring if he didn't change into his pajamas. Just that he could get some shut-eye, but the scene of earlier kept replaying in his head, keeping him up just a little longer before falling into a long slumber, as he dreamt about his sweet Pi'illo prince, whether he really liked to or not.
It was about early morning when Bedsmith had woken up. He looked to the small window just behind his bed, it looked to be about twelve o'clock, the yellow Pi'illo rolled off the bed and stretched his working muscles, he was sore from all the work he had done the day before. He went to his workplace and finished the last of his work, heading toward the bathroom to freshen up a bit. When he emerged he was not sure what he was going to do this day, considering he had no more work to attend to. He remembered how his royal friend had went to all the trouble of visiting him in Somnom woods.
Maybe I should return the favor.. he thought, thinking of all the trouble the prince must have went through to detach himself from the work of a prince to go and check up on the bed maker.
Bedsmith had made up his mind, he grabbed his backpack and shoved some of his tools and defensive supplies just to be sure. He opened his door then locked it, knowing how clever some of the monsters in Somnom woods are, and making his swiftly way past the creatures to reach the castle.
Once Bedsmith had arrived there however, it was much quieter than he had expected, it was usually boasting with tourists in the castle. He assumed that it was just a slow day, considering it was winter and most people just wanted to stay home and warm up rather than crowd the Pi'illos. The lone being made his way down the silent halls, but was stopped in his tracks when he heard the chattering of some others. He quickly spun around and hid by the corner and listened in on the conversation.
"Do you think he will like it?" a pink Pi'illo asked, flushed.
"Yes! Of course." another one said, running out of patience for her friends bickering.
"B-but what if he doesn't?" she asked again clutching a Zee-Keeper plush.
"Ugh, I swear he will love it.." the pi'illo sighed again.
Bedsmith sighed in relief as the two turned a different corner and the noise died down into nothing. Most of the time if any of the Pi'illos saw him lurking in the darkness they would think he was up to something and would try and restrain him for the protection of their prince, but of course they would do it to no avail and he would break away from their weak grasps, he may not look like it but he was actually really strong. Most likely because of all the bed-lifting that he does everyday. He continued, although being more agile, he made his way to a door that was a little bigger than the others, decorated with red and little yellow gems to signify the royalty behind it. He knocked quietly, making sure not to stir up a commotion. He heard someone say calmly from the other side;
"Please come in."
He took up the offer and pulled open the obscure door, only to see the prince at his desk sorting through some files, looking to be studying and even wearing glasses. The desk had an empty plate and a half cup of milk. Dreambert turned around to see who was disturbing his readings, he looked surprised at the person he saw.
"B-bedsmith?" He stuttered
"Uh, yes. It is Bedsmith. Sorry to barge in unannounced." he said with a small smile.
"Its fine.. I just wasn't expecting it to be you." Dreambert said, returning his warm smile.
The red Pi'illo made his way to his soft, fluffy bed and sat at the end of it. He patted the spot next to him, ushering Bedsmith to sit next to him. The other set down his heavy back pack, and hovered to the royal Pi'illo and sat down.
"Bedsmith just wanted to thank you once again for worrying so much about him, hes so happy that you would even care." he said, frowning a bit.
"Of course I would care! You are one of my closest friends Bedsmith. I think of it as nessisary to keep you safe.." he said caringly, giving Bedsmith a pat on the back.
"Oh Dreambert, thank y-" He paused when he looked up to him, he hadn't realized it until now but he saw that the other one had a speckle of cake on his face. Bedsmith absolutely loved sweets, maybe even a little to much, it was hard to control himself around such delicacies such as cake.
"Bedsmith what-" he was cut off when Bedsmith pinned him down to the bed, his faced turned a deep red when Bedsmith started getting closer, he tried to move but his hands we're held down with a strong grip.
Is he going to kiss me?
Dreambert blushed at the thought, he wouldn't mind the kiss at all, and that's probably infuriated him even more than being restrained by the Pi'illo. Bedsmith was so close he could feel his breath on his cheek, he gave a small whimper as he got closer, time seemed to slow as he did. Dreambert closed his eyes as he felt the others tongue drag on the side of his lip. Dreambert could actually taste him. It was sweet.. Very sweet. He liked it. He felt Bedsmith release his grip on the prince, Dreambert looked up to him, still blushing the color of blood. Bedsmith was standing now, he looked flustered also. Bedsmith quickly grabbed his backpack, and headed towards the door.
"B-bedsmith!" He called out. But he was to late, Bedsmith had left. Dreamberts head was in a daze, and his heart was pounding at the speed of light. All he wanted to do was lay on his bed. And think about what had happened. He rubbed the saliva off of his lip and blushed even harder.
What had just happened?
He asked again. But there was one thing he knew for sure;
He had liked it.
If you excuse me, I'll go sit in my corner now..
Okay so I hope to get at least one chapter in each week, or maybe more. My friend has been pushing me for more chapters so, I don't intend on stopping anytime soon. Ideas are greatly appreciated, do not hesitate to inform me of them if you have one!
