Title: To Your Heart's Content
Pairings: Fafnir/Flavio
Prompt: Tumblr Anon - Flavnir fluff?
AN: I've been waiting for someone to request this :3 Is it possible to kill yourself with fluff? I just about died writing this!
Flavio blearily rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palm. He didn't have the faintest idea what time it was. It probably didn't matter. He was working on a few documents for the Midgard Library and wanted to get them done as soon as possible. And, really, the only time he had to sit down and write out the information the documents required was at night, in the privacy of his room. He was too busy during the day to give his work the attention they needed.
He was starting to get a little bit…tired, though. And his vision was going a bit cockeyed as well. It'll be fine, though. Just blink through it and carry on. It wasn't like this was the first all-nighter he had pulled. He was getting quite used it.
And getting used to the bitter taste of Lagaardian coffee.
Running his eyes over his research papers, Flavio brought his coffee to his lips and about to take a sip, but was quickly thankful that he hadn't as the door to his room suddenly burst open. Had he taken a sip, the liquid would have been abruptly spat out all over his documents.
He immediately jumped in his seat and spun around to face the door to his room, mercifully keeping a hold of his coffee while dropping his papers. He stared at the open door and drew in a sharp but silent breath.
A menacing figure stood on the threshold. Thankfully, though, Flavio knew who this figure was. And while his heart was still thundering loudly in his chest from the fright, he was relieved to see that Fafnir was the one to let himself into his room. Why the loud and dramatic entrance, though?
"What are you still doing up?" Fafnir asked him as he stepped further into the room, allowing for the door to fall slowly shut behind him.
Flavio immediately began to splutter a response as he set his coffee down onto his work desk and stood up. "I was just-work and-wait a minute. What are YOU still doing up?"
Fafnir unapologetically dismissed that question with a wave of his hand before he folded his arms over his chest. "This is the seventh night in a row."
Flavio furrowed his brow as he tried to think back to the night before, wondering if he had indeed pulled an all-nighter then, too. Or maybe it was a half-nighter? No, he pretty sure he remembered fall asleep as some point…at his desk? That counted as sleep!
"Was it?" he muttered before a though suddenly occurred to him and he turned to give Fafnir an accusatory look of his own. "H-hey! If you know that, then you've been awake during those times, too!"
Infuriatingly, Fafnir rolled his eyes in contempt. "Of course I have," he replied bluntly.
"Then we both need sleep!"
"Yes, we do."
…Ugh, how was he supposed to argue with that logic?
"Look, Fafnir," Flavio sighed, his shoulders unwittingly drooping in defeat as he ran a hand through his hair. "I'll get some sleep in a minute. I have to finish-"
Finish his work? He didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence before Fafnir unexpectedly took a fierce step forward and grabbed him firmly, but gently nonetheless, by his arms and…
Flavio's world suddenly turned upside down. All he could see was the back of Fafnir's shirt and feel something both muscular and bony jutting into his stomach.
W-wait…Fafnir just threw him over his shoulder?!
"What are you doing?" Flavio practically shrilled as he placed his hands on Fafnir's muscular back and tried to push himself upright. "Stop manhandling me!"
"You've lost weight," Fafnir had the nerve to comment, undaunted by his struggling.
"W-what?" Flavio spluttered with indignity. "I have not! Put me down!"
"No."
With one arm wrapped around his legs, keeping Flavio perfectly balanced on his shoulder, Fafnir reached out with his other hand to pull back the blankets. Fafnir then proceeded to totally disregard Flavio's squirming by repositioning his hands, one reaching up higher to touch Flavio's waist as the other lingered on the back of his knees. Then, in one effortlessly fluent movement, swept Flavio up off of his shoulder and unceremoniously dropped him onto the bed.
"Wah!" Flavio, of course, shrieked when he found himself flat on his back on his bed. He quickly uttered another noise, a softer squeak of surprise, when Fafnir knelt on the bed and leaned over him, his eyes narrowed in firm manner.
"You're going to sleep tonight," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And I'm going to make sure of it."
…Was that a threat or a warning?
Fafnir reached over to grasp the end of the blanket and lifted it up. He then did something that was somewhat unexpected.
"Scoot over," Fafnir said as he made the motion to join Flavio on the bed.
Flavio looked up at Fafnir for a silent moment with an expression of surprise on his face. However, he quickly nodded his head and scooted himself to the edge of the bed, of which was against the wall of his room. He found himself lying down on his side, his head resting on the edge of the pillow as Fafnir slipped onto the bed right next to him, draping the blanket over the both of them.
Although Flavio was essentially trapped between the stone wall against his bed and Fafnir lying next to him, he didn't feel claustrophobic or smothered. He didn't feel any form of discomfort. With the sturdy wall at his back and Fafnir's warm body in front of him he felt safe. It was a feeling he hadn't felt for a while. Safety, security; they were hard to come by in the labyrinth. Even his thoughts and musings often led to feelings of fear and doubt.
But with Fafnir with him, the voices of negativity that would sometimes plague him at night were silenced.
Flavio watched silently as Fafnir settled himself onto the bed, resting on his back, his head sharing the same pillow with him. His messy white hair fell softly against his forehead, his red eyes half-lidded with weariness. He was tired as well.
It was difficult, but Flavio managed to suppress the need to reach out and idly brush the white strands from Fafnir's eyes. He couldn't deny the way his heart was singing in joy at Fafnir's close proximity. He had loved the man before him for who knows how many years. As kids, it was friendship which grew in admiration, which grew into a childish crush. And that grew even deeper. Fafnir wasn't just his crush. Wasn't someone he admired and wanted to go on dates with. He, well…
He loved him. He was in love with him. There was no one else he could imagine loving as much as he loved Fafnir.
Flavio hesitated in telling Fafnir that, though. He didn't want to risk what they had now, whatever that may be. He couldn't lose him. No matter what.
It was strange, wasn't it? One would think sharing a bed with a man they were in love with would be hard. But for Flavio it wasn't. He knew Fafnir well. He trusted him. There was no one else that could make him feel any safer. Any more secure. With him, nothing else mattered.
He just wished…
Fafnir rolled his head to the side and gazed at him with his ruby red eyes. "Get some sleep," he said softly.
Flavio looked into his eyes for a moment before nodding his head slowly and tugging the blanket over his shoulder. He closed his eyes, only to open them a moment later to stare idly over the bed. He could see where his hand was hidden beneath the blanket and that Fafnir's hand was close to his.
"I've missed this…" he whispered.
"Hm?" Fafnir made a soft sound, prompting him to continue.
"This peace," Flavio said as his hand idly moved closer toward Fafnir's. "This silence. I wish we were back to a time where we didn't have worries or concerns. Where we didn't have obligations or duties. Where we could be ourselves. Be…together."
Beneath the blanket, Fafnir's hand brushed against his, causing Flavio's chest to tighten. He found himself gasping softly when Fafnir suddenly grasped his hand in his, his fingers interlocking with his.
"That time will come again," Fafnir said to him.
Flavio closed his eyes as he grasped Fafnir's hand tighter. He hoped so. He truly did.
Slowly, Fafnir shifted onto his side, his hand still holding Flavio's. Suddenly, but oh-so softly, Fafnir draped his arm over his waist, his hand touching the small of Flavio's back. Flavio opened his eyes to find himself looking at the collar of Fafnir's clothing, so he tilted his head back ever so slightly. His gaze locked with Fafnir's, idly realising that their faces were mere inches apart.
Fafnir's arm around his waist suddenly tightened, pulling Flavio closer toward him. And as he tugged him closer, their lips instinctively sought each other's out. Fafnir's heated breathe ghost against Flavio's lips, the touch so soft but it was enough for Flavio to utter a quiet gasp.
Inexplicably, Flavio's eyes slid shut on their own accord as he lifted his chin up. He trembled ever so slightly when he felt Fafnir's lip brush against his own before pressing them firmly together. Flavio felt tears began to well along his lashes, but he ignored them as he pushed himself closer to Fafnir, one of his hands grasping at the front of Fafnir's shirt as the other kept a tight hold on his hand.
Fafnir's lips were soft against his own, moving slowly, caressing gently. And Flavio was more than content by the warmth his touch brought him. He had never imagined that he would experience such a tender kiss from a man he had loved for so long, and he wanted to enjoy it without regret.
How long they indulged in such a tender embrace, Flavio didn't know. Nor did he care. He didn't even feel disappointment when Fafnir pulled away as his arms were still wrapped warmly around him, feeling as though he never wanted to let go.
Flavio felt nothing but contentment. It was something he had never felt before.
"Let's get some sleep," Fafnir murmured to him as he pulled Flavio toward his chest.
"Ok," Flavio whispered simply as he pressed his nose against Fafnir's chest and wrapped an arm around him to grasp at the back of his shirt.
He quickly fell asleep for he knew when he awoke in the morning, Fafnir would still be there. Holding him. Never wanting to let go.
He couldn't wait to see him again.
