Sanders Sides One Shots

Sweet. Sour. - Prinxiety

Premise: A buys a box of sweets and puts them in the cupboard. B spontaneously eats them all in the middle of the night and tries to keep it a secret.

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Virgil awakes in the middle of the night, more like early morning, and goes to cuddle up to his boyfriend. Except Roman isn't there. "Roman?" He calls out into the darkness of their room, maybe his boyfriend has just gone to the bathroom or something. Virgil worries slightly when Roman doesn't respond. So, he gets out of bed, ignoring the cool chill of the room in favour of finding Roman.

He walks out into the hall and goes down the stairs towards the living room. "Ro?" He calls after his boyfriend again and this time gets a muffled response. Virgil isn't sure what he said but is sure it came from the kitchen. There Roman is, sitting atop the kitchen counter, hands behind his back and guilty look on his face. Virgil knows he's been up to something.

"Roman." Virgil says sternly, hoping that Roman would confess to whatever it is he's hiding. Roman avoids Virgil's gaze purposefully, "Roman, what have you done?" Virgil asks in a teasing tone and Roman finally meets his gaze. "I may have had a moment of weakness and..." he moves his hands from behind his back, a box of sweets in hand, "I ate most of the sweets."

Virgil can't help but laugh slightly at that and Roman laughs quietly with him for a bit. But then he stops, so Virgil stops. Taking in the blank expression on his usually extremely expressive boyfriend and he knows that something, other than just eating the sweets, bothering him. "Hey," Virgil starts, taking the empty box from Roman and joining him atop of the counter, "are you alright?"

Silence stretches for a while until Roman shakes his head and utters 'no' quietly. "Want to talk about it?" Virgil asks, wrapping an arm around Roman's shoulders and his boyfriend leans into him. "No, not really," Roman responds, tucking his head into Virgil's shoulder slightly. Virgil frowns slightly, knowing himself that it isn't good to bottle up feelings but he knows he'll tell him later, maybe in the morning.

Virgil's arm tightens around Roman's shoulders as Roman sobs slightly, hot tears dripping down Roman's face and on to Virgil's plain black t-shirt. "Babe, c'mon let's go to bed, we'll talk about this in the morning." Virgil slides off of the counter, urging Roman to go with him and he does. "M'kay," Roman mutters, removing himself from Virgil's shoulder but linking their fingers together as they make their way back to their bedroom.

They crawl back into bed, Virgil gathering Roman up in his arms almost, Roman rests his head on his boyfriend's chest. Roman's sobs subside and he falls asleep after a while; Virgil stays up longer, stroking Roman's hair and wiping away the tear tracks until he can no longer resist sleep.