It Hurts [Yuliy and Philip]

Guilt Hurts [Short Chapter.]

"You're both alive!" As soon as their feet hit the threshold past the door strong arms ate both of them. "And in one piece! I was SO worried." Fallon's arms hugged them tighter, squeezing a grunt from Yuliy and a squeak from Philip that went straight where Yuliy didn't want it to go.

"Yeah, you old fart! We're not children. Now let go of me! I have teeth and I will use them."

"Yikes, blondie." Fallon let go of both if them and stood tall with his fists on his sides. "Didn't get bit while you were out did you?"

"No, but you might at this point!" Phillip warned with a fist in the air and ducked his way past him. "What's for very late lunch?" He asked like he didn't disappear of the face of the earth for hours.

"I have a half a mind not to let either of you eat. As punishment of course." Dorothea said from the other side of the room, seeming to have came running when she heard the commotion.

"Punishment for what? I said I was going out!" Yuliy slipped into a chair at the table while Philip decided to pick a fight with Dorothea, eating the food that was already laid out for them. The bread is a little stale from sitting out but editable. Skipping breakfast was a bad idea. He's starving.

"But you didn't say to where and then Yuliy just ran out after you. You were gone for hours with no word. That's just unforgivable."

"Don't blame Yuliy! He was just worried about me. Hmph!" He crossed his arms with a scuff. "At least he came looking and actually found me. Unlike some people."

"Do you think we didn't look for you two!" Dorotheas joking tone took a sudden turn and Yuliy perked his head up at it. "After an hour went by me and Fallon looked for you two for so long I thought Fallon was going to lose a few toes he complained so much."

"Man, they still hurt." Fallon pouted next to Yuliy. He had taken seat next to him to sneak in some extra lunch while Dorothea was distracted.

"Well you still failed! So..." He stuck his tongue out like a child at her. Before she could comment of this Yuliy was in a fit of laughter, causing everyone in the room to stare, even the professor who had been calming reading a book in the corner the entire time. Yuliy put both hand over his mouth and face, embarrassed that he's lost control in front of everyone.

By the time he could open his eyes Philip was pink to his ears. They only had time to look at each other for a second before Philip was pushing past Dorothea and practically stomping his way to the bedrooms. Instinct kicked in and Yuliy literally was jumping over the table to catch him a moment later. He caught him just as he got to his bedroom door.

"Yuliy, don't." He froze, hand hovering over his shoulder to stop him. "I'm just tired, okay? I'm calling it early."

"Really early..."

Philip sighed and nodded. "Don't worry this time, alright. You didn't do anything wrong!" With that and without looking behind him, Philip shut his door on Yuliy, leaving him in an empty hallway.

***

Yuliy couldn't sleep. It's probably about three in the morning and he's still lying on the floor in his room with his arm draped across his forehead. He's trying to figure out what he did wrong, asking the same questions over and over even though Philip told him not to worry. Why did he have to laugh? Did that hurt his feelings? Did he think he was laughing at him? He was just so funny and adorable he couldn't help it.

He stared up at his bed with a frown deep enough to drown cities. It was hard to even look at it without remembering laying there with Philip and thinking about what could have happened there. If he lost his control and took Philip. Made Philip his and only his.

This made his mind wonder every time and sent him spiralling into pain and hunger and pure need for release. For Phlip. God, his scent was still in here. It covered his bed and intruded his sense at the worst of times. He could just... Wash all his blankets. But he could also just never wash them again and hold onto that memory forever. It's not everyday a guy gets to hold Philip so close and intemently.

Yuliy got up on trembling legs and fell into his bed, expecting Philip's scent to overwhelm him. It didn't. It was closer but not like he was on top of it. Curious, he got on his hands and knees and crawled about his bed, sniffing the air, not something he'd do with others present, until he found the scent and followed it. It led him to the edge of the bed by the window.

Between the bed and the wall there was just a normal pillow wedged there. Upon fishing it out he realized why his room was filled with him. It's Philip's pillow. He brought it last night. He was holding onto it for dear life. He left so quickly he forgot about it.

It's so sweet smelling. Golden honey and salt. Like tears from an angel. Yuliy frowned. There were probably dried tears on this from his angel. His. Heh. Yeah, right.

He flopped onto his back and rolled over, hugging the pillow as if it were a person. It was hard not to nuzzle against it and breath in deeply as often as possible. It was impossible not to feel hot inside and breath in too deeply and out too loudly. He moaned into the pillow at the thought of it being Philip. He allowed himself this small pleasure.

That night Yuliy spent what should have been his last night like this rutting shamelessly against a pillow.