WTNV One Shots [Welcome to Night Vale] [Cecilos - Kevin/Diego] (boyxboy)

Sleep

"Daddy...? Papa...?"

The little boy peered around the corner of the open doorway, whispering into the darkness.

"Daddy..? A-are you awake?"

He took another step into the dark of the bedroom, the soft carpet muffling his footsteps. His fingers tightened around his stuffed animal. The poor thing was dangling from his chubby fist by one of its tentacles, its multitude of shiny button eyes glinting in the faint light.

"Hello?"

The mass of blankets on the bed shifted, and an arm reached out, pulling back the tangle of sheets. Carlos sat up, rubbing at his eyes, his curly brown hair sticking up at seemingly impossible angles. He grabbed his glasses off the bedside table, fitting them over his nose. Even with their aid, he found himself squinting to make out the figure in the doorway.

"Damien...? Is that you?" His voice was heavy with sleep.

The four year old looked down as his feet.

"Uh huh..."

Carlos sat up, worry lining his usually gentle expression.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Damien walked up to the edge of the bed, tears glimmering at the edges of his dark purple eyes.

"Papa, I had a bad dream... Can... Can I sleep with you?"

Carlos sighed as his timid young son crawled up onto his legs.

"Please? I promise I'll be quiet."

"Okay."

Damien's face split into a wide, toothless smile, causing his father to laugh.

"I'm sure you won't make a sound... But you say the same for Randolph here? I think he talks in his sleep..."

Carlos gestured to the plush abomination his son was holding, poking at its belly and causing Damien to giggle.

"Yea, Papa, Randy will be quiet. He promises too."

"Alright then. I'll take his word for it."

Damien squirmed his way up to Carlos' head, pulling back the blankets and burrowing beneath them. Carlos rolled over to make room. Cecil, who had yet to wake up, grumbled at the loss of warmth.

"Carlos..? Give me back the blankets... I'm cold."

"Cec, its like eighty degrees in here. You can't possibly be cold."

"Yeah Daddy, it's really hot in here..."

Cecil was silent for a moment.

"Hmm... Carlos, your voice just changed a little bit there... Are you coming down with throat spiders?"

The radio host spoke in a gently teasing voice, one reserved only for his children.

"Y'know... Throat spiders has an easy cure. We've just got to take out your vocal cords. We've got to do it quickly too, or the spiders will travel further down."

Damien snorted, burying his face in his hands.

"I can be your donor! I can give you my voice. Here, we can do the surgery right now! You'll have to do the radio show from now on, but I'm sure you can manage..."

He spoke without turning around, his arms reaching behind his back to grab at his husband and son. Damian, who had been struggling to retain his giggles finally burst out laughing, slapping his hands onto Cecil's back.

"No, Daddy! It's me! It's Damian!"

Cecil rolled over, a wide grin on his face, his blonde hair matted down with bed head.