This is for Fluriary + entry 3 on my diy 10 Hurt/Comfort LJ table.
Did not get to finish/post in February due to snowstorms then working almost every day in March.
After all the additional stress, I needed some sappy, mild hurt/comfort, fluff. 110% indulgent FureYuri (Top!Flynn x Bottom!Yuri).
H/C: Exhausted.
Fluriary: Weary.
Disclaimer: I own this story but not the characters. They belong to Bamco.
Cross-posted.
The door swings open without grace or care, Repede trotting on ahead of his owners, fairing only slightly better than the pair of humans shuffling through the entrance. The hour rings late, the trio barely on their feet(and paws) after the difficult few days. They are finally home, their home- and as if they were only gone for a walk around the city, Repede makes way for the master-bedroom where he knows his large dog bed lays at the foot of the king sized bed on the floor.
Yuri finds enough energy to give a small smile to the sight. "Lucky dog, he has the right idea."
Flynn nudges Yuri along with him so they can get ready for bed too, his reply spoken with confidence even having a tired tone to his words, "yes, but we both know Repede will be on the bed after we're settled in it." Going unspoken between the two being Flynn's knowing Repede would be in the middle of them by morning and not at the foot, Yuri not getting the large dog to move, letting him sleep alongside them like a frightened child after a nightmare. Really, Yuri had practically been mothering Repede since he was a puppy. The blond hardly had a leg to stand on on the subject, bringing Repede specialty treats when he was beginning to be able to comfortably afford them and more than a toy or two. For the mothering Yuri did, Flynn supposed he may have fathered their dog a bit over the years. The thought stuck once he realized back then he was insisting on being there for the day it came time for Repede to have a real weapon of his own.
Yuri had looked so proud that day...
Flynn snapped back to it on feeling Yuri lightly elbow-jab him in the arm. "You can go down memory lane while we get ready for bed." Yuri's voice was as tired as Flynn's own, the swordsman making certain they were both moving again, following Repede into the master bedroom.
Flynn never truly questioned how Yuri knew him so intimately well, practically able to read one another's thoughts. Something that had been part of their bond, their love, for a very long time. Still, there is an opportunity there and one he will not let go to waste. "How did you know what was on my mind?" The blond asks plainly while stripping off his armor, leaving the pieces on the table to be cleaned tomorrow, taking in the relief having the weight off of him.
"You get that look on your face every time." Yuri had already pulled off his boots and was shuffling through the drawers for something simple for them both to change into, their usual attire in need of a special wash the next day. Knowing how to get blood and deep set dirt from clothing coming in more useful than he had expected growing up. "Must've been a nice one."
Quickly, Flynn caught up with Yuri, who had their clothes, going into the bathroom. "It was." Ready for Yuri's reaction, Flynn felt as though he could have counted it down when he made it beside Yuri, the dark haired man turning his head to look at him with a questioning look. Flynn moved in with a playful, tired smile, his lips a breath away from Yuri's when he spoke low, "it was about you and Repede," he finished his words with a kiss.
It was returned, the pair pausing where they stood, taking in the moment, each other. Bruised, exhausted and dirty, it didn't matter then. Had it been another time, with them in better condition, Flynn would have been fine taking this farther, for now, they needed to shower and rest.
Pulling away, the blond was met with Yuri playfully smacking him with a pair of boxers, face lightly tinted. "Only you could still feel like being that much of a sap right now."
A tired, happy chuckle left Flynn, warmth shining in his deep blue eyes. The blond stepped away to start their shower, grateful it was roomy enough for them both.
The thought of collapsing in their bed helping push them along, Flynn and Yuri undressed quickly, not all of their clothing making the hamper, the pair too focused on getting into bed to care much about it, only a sleepy comment on it from Yuri keeping Flynn from going over and picking them up. In the morning, it could be done then, the swordsman had informed him while stepping in the shower, the hot water already offering some relief to his sore body.
Flynn followed Yuri after, his own thoughts on the nearly distracting idea of what they could be doing together in the shower next time at the front of his mind while his body moved on its own, going through years long learned repeated motions of cleaning himself up as Yuri did the same, only more slowed in his movements being careful of bruises, taking extra time on his long hair.
A shirt time later, the two left the shower, feeling a bit better than before. Yuri yawned loudly, while Flynn moved to grab something of importance.
Yuri briefly startled, his annoyed expression almost comical once a weight was on his head. "Really, Flynn?" Yuri grumbled while Flynn toweled off Yuri's hair.
"Yes," he replied knowing too well that Yuri's wet hair could possibly end up on his face and create a dripping mess on the way to their bed. The swordsman could move in his sleep often, leading Flynn to think Yuri was running or battling in his dreams...
Yuri found the strength to push Flynn's arms away after a few too long moments, tiredly complaining about tangles and the mess it would be by morning, no thanks to the surprise and unwelcome toweling. More than done for the night, Yuri went on ahead to claim his half on their bed, leaving Flynn on his own.
Even tired as he was, his training was so ingrained into him that he could not let the mess of clothes be for now. Flynn made fast work of gathering their dirty clothing, dropping it in the hamper before joining Yuri in their bed.
By the time he lay down, Yuri's soft snores could be heard. The swordsman knocked out hard, curled up under their blankets. Flynn was hardly surprised, having been fighting alongside Yuri, seeing how the other man got hit a bit harder. There was always that unspoken difference with Flynn in his armor and Yuri fighting in his regular clothes; it allowed for his more agile fighting style, yet left less room for better defense.
By morning, Flynn would have the energy to cast first aid on him to be rid of the bruises and pain. For now, he resisted dozing off immediately so he could ensure Yuri was close, in his arms. The smile he bore whenever Yuri shifted and settled in his sleep to be closer never failed to be full of love and warmth. A smile only Yuri could bring to him, along with the feelings of being in-love that came with it.
From the hectic mess that was earlier, Flynn was able to doze off to sleep with how peaceful it was now. Repede slept undisturbed, Yuri's snores were light, being the only real noise in the room. It was familiar, comfortable, and Flynn went to sleep with Yuri in his arms, enjoying what time he had before Repede wound up on the bed with them.