Summary: Tao's trying to get some work done.

Interrupt

By Dark Ice Dragon

Damn, the program wasn't doing what Tao wanted. He sighed, reaching for his coffee.

Which was cold, bleh. How long had it been sitting there?

Ah, fine, whatever. He could find the problem line of code without it.

"Tao."

He twitched in surprise, turning his head towards the familiar voice. He hadn't heard the door open… At least, he was fairly sure he hadn't. He could hear the electricity whizzing around the room though.

A hand on his shoulder and he smiled up at Takeo's face. "What's up?"

"You," Takeo said with exasperation.

Huh?

Takeo sighed, patting his shoulder. "You should go to bed; it's late."

"It's not!" Tao protested. Though it had been a while since he'd checked the clock… "And I just hafta fix this one thing-!"

"You said that three hours ago."

"It wasn't three hours ago." Was it? Hm... Anyway, less talk. He turned away from Takeo, getting back to work. The sooner he did this, the faster he could be finished. Unless he introduced another mistake in the code, but then it was one step closer to-

Something blocked his view and then he was lifted up and moving. "Ack! Noooo!" Tao squirmed against Takeo, seeing his screens get further away around Takeo's shoulder. "But I was so close-!"

"You can finish it in the morning."

"But Ta-ke-ooooo!" he whined, trying to reach over to his computer.

"Later. You're sleeping first, even if I have to camp in your room to make sure you do."

"Mean," he grumped, stretching out in Takeo's arms, raising one hand to Takeo's hair and hair tie.

Bat bat bat.

"I'm not dropping you."

Bat bat bat.

"I know you won't." But it was fun being an annoying ass, especially when he could be working right now.

Though Takeo's face was kinda spinning in front of him, ow.

His head thumped against Takeo's shoulder, his hand twitching as he kept trying to play with his hair.

Takeo had to be using his speed because they got to his room way faster than they should have. A couple steps to cross the room, and Takeo was laying him down on his bed. Okay, all he had to do was wait for Takeo to leave and he could-

Takeo was pulling up a chair. Dammit.

"Whyyyy?"

"Because you were going to try and go back to work." Takeo spun the chair around and straddled it, resting his arms on the backrest.

"No…" Of course not; how could he doubt this face?

"Sleep, Tao."

"Kay…" He'd pretend to sleep, that was it. Once Takeo thought he was asleep and left, he could go back downstairs again.

Yeah, that's what he'd do.

Tao closed his eyes. He only had to do this for five minutes, that was all…

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Tao blinked, and blinked a again, running at an eye; no, Takeo's sleeping image was still in front of his face. He tightened his arm and yep, wolf plushie was there, and those were his photos on his headboard too…

What was Takeo doing in his – oooh, yeah.

Hrm. He turned around to check the time and okay, he'd slept for a couple of hours now. More than usual, even.

He slipped out of bed, and it took a tiny bit of manoeuvring, but he managed to get Takeo into his bed without waking him up.

Right, okay. Tao put his hands on his hips, looking over his room. He could go downstairs and get started with work again. Except Takeo would probably groan when he woke up and saw Tao was out the room.

And Takeo was right: he could finish in the morning. After breakfast.

Humming, Tao span to leave his room. How would Takeo feel about breakfast in bed…?

Inspired by Moto's pic here: moto-21 tumblr com / post / 102676524661

Still going back and forth on whether to reblog the pic and add the fic or make a new post, haha. XD;;