Dexter was tired; it had been a long day, and he was ready to go to sleep. Sluggishly, he entered the front door, slid off his shoes, and walked into the living room. He scanned the room for Saracen, but there was no sign of him, though the room was the same as always, and that was untidy. Books were piled aimlessly, and the cushions were out of place; blankets were on the ground, and the television was left on. Everything was in place, except Saracen.
Saracen usually stayed awake late, watching mortal television, or reading mortal books, and unless he was out on a mission, he was always there waiting for Dexter. But not today. Dexter took a quick tour of the first floor, but Saracen was nowhere to be found. Dexter shrugged this novelty off, though, because he was too exhausted to think too much into it. Instead, he walked upstairs, and headed straight for the bedroom. The thought of lying down on the comfortable bed, after a long day of work, sent relief flooding through him. He opened the door, and immediately, his relief was replaced with annoyance.
"What are you doing-?" Dexter groaned. Saracen was taking up the entire bed; his arms and legs were spread out as far as possible, and a stuffed bear was being crushed beneath him. Saracen lifted his head. "I'm sleeping," he muttered matter-of-factly.
"You're taking up the entire bed," Dexter grumbled. Saracen rolled onto his back, the stuffed bear was being hugged tightly in his arms.
"That's right," he grinned, and held up the bear, "I found a new boyfriend." Dexter walked over and sat beside Saracen.
"So I'm not allowed on this bed anymore?" he asked. Saracen nodded and started to push Dexter off.
"But, I'm so tired," Dexter said, and forced Saracen's hands away, "I just want to cuddle."
Saracen held the stuffed bear up and raised his brows, "But what about my new boyfriend?"
"Oh! Of course!" Dexter exclaimed, grabbing the bear's head and throwing it against the wall. He looked back at Saracen innocently, "What boyfriend?"
Saracen laughed and wrapped his arms around Dexter's waist. "I guess I have no one to cuddle with except you," he said. Dexter laid back onto the bed, bringing Saracen down with him.
"Good," Dexter breathed, "You're the only person I want to cuddle." Saracen leaned his head against Dexter's chest and snuggled into his body, pressing himself as close to Dexter as possible, and once they were both comfortable, they slept like that.