It Hurts [Yuliy and Philip]

The Cold, Warmth, Heat Hurts

"Yuliy! Wake up!" His eyes shot open with a loud groan at the sound of very loud knocking.

"No." He responded almost too quietly.

"Come on Yuliy!" Fallon shouted from the other side of the door and Philip stirred against Yuliy. Please let them stay like this a little longer.

"5 more minutes." Just a little louder than before.

"We can't find Phillip!" Now that Yuliy cared to listen a bit better he could hear the frantic worry the man was pouring out.

Before he could reply Fallon decided to come in and continue. "He left all his stuff and no notes or anything? What if he went for a walk and a vampire ambushed him? Or if he got lost? You have to help us find him. He could be-" He was cut off by Philip pushing himself up on his hip, tired arms barely managing to hold him up.

"Fallon... What are you doing barging in my room so early...?" He blinked slow and Yuliy was sure he was too tired to realize how close they were nor Yuliy's hand lain gently on his hip. And definitely too tired to see the fond smile he gave him.

"Wh- Philip! You're alive!" Fallon was too happy with him being here, alive, and well too question why he was both in Yuliy's bed and snuggled up so close.

"Of course I am." Philip yawned and switched all his weight to one arm to rub at his eye with the other hand. Yuliy couldn't help but be reminded of how cute he was. His hair was a mess from bed head (and probably from Yuliy rubbing against it so much), his soft lips were wet from drool, and he was pouting from having been woken up like this.

It was too late for Yuliy to notice but his breathing grew ragged again and his stomach did a few suppersults and some back flips just to punish him for getting lost in thought. Another punishment was when Philip looked down at him and have that be his wake up call.

Philip pushed him and scurried away until his back was against the window. He pointed an accusatory finger at Yuliy and shouted, "Just what do you think you're doing?" Just as Yuliy went to answer Fallon was lifting Philip off the bed and huged him like a lost child found. "Hey! You big lug! Let go of me!" Philip kicked at stone legs with little luck.

"Hey little man! I'm just so glad you're not dead." Fallon set him down and ruffled his already wrecked hair.

"What did I say about my hair!" He swatted the assaulting appendage away with a grunt. "I don't need this so early in the morning." He turned on his heal and stormed out of the room quickly. Yuliy swore he saw his face turn as red as his own but chopped that up to anger.

***

"He ate so fast I thought he'd choke." Dorothea shook her head like a disappointed mother with her hands up like she just lost a good spirited argument. "Someone needs to teach him table manors. I thought the English were known for that."

"He's just a kid, Dorothea. They don't have manners!" Fallon gave a strong chuckle that could fill the largest of ballrooms and gave a grin that could turn a mass murderer into a saint.

"He's not a kid anymore, Fallon. You have to stop making excuses for him. He can almost legally drink in some countries now."

"It's my fault." Yuliy said as he poked at his breakfast, that making Fallon frown. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms with a head shake.

"No, I think it was mine. I shouldn't have been so overbearing earlier."

"If you say so." He didn't bother fighting with Fallon. That man could make you feel like you did nothing wrong with one well placed look.