Hearts of Darkness, Hearts of Light

Dilandau woke first, the smallest of smiles flickering over his lips. He was warm... comfortable. Perhaps he could just lounge in bed all day. Stretching, he winced, pain throbbing dully through his hip, reminding him of the wounds there. And how they came to be. With a sigh, he snuggled back into the bed, jumping in surprise when he was nuzzled.

Crimson eyes met sleepy blue. Chesta was still in bed with him. He hadn't left... Finding his arms still settled around the blonde, Dilandau tightened his grip, pressing close, earning him a brilliant if groggy smile from Chesta.

"Mmmm... G'morning..." Chesta gave his Lord another affectionate nuzzle, curled up close, his head tucked down against Dilandau's chest. Smiling softly, the silver haired youth leaned in to press a light kiss to the blonde's forehead.

"Morning... Did you sleep well?" One of Dilandau's hands shifted up, fingers running through Chesta's hair, stroking through the soft strands over and over again. A tiny moan met the caress, Chesta's eyes fluttering closed.

"Very well... I don't think I've ever slept better." Dilandau allowed a light chuckle, watching his Dragonslayer. The little blonde was so cute, taking pleasure in the simplest things. How had he never noticed how much Chesta liked snuggling before? Burying his fingers in the blonde strands, Dilandau nestled the youth to himself, skin pressed tightly to skin. Holding Chesta close was the least he could do, not to mention he rather enjoyed it.

Chesta ran his hands down Dilandau's back, tracing over the warm skin, perfectly content. Until Dilandau's stomach growled, protesting being empty for nearly a day. With a giggle, Chesta looked up.

"Perhaps you should get something to eat, Lord Dilandau."

The silver haired Lord made a face, glancing down to give his stomach a mock glare. "My body is always betraying me... Sometimes I find it hard to believe that it's my own at all." With a sigh Dilandau looked at Chesta, no hints of insanity lurking in his eyes. Just a relaxed peace. "But I don't want to get up... It's too comfortable here." He nuzzled the blonde softly to emphasize his words.

"I could go and get you something if you'd rather stay here. You really should eat something. You need to keep your strength up." Dilandau's arms tightened farther around Chesta when he suggested leaving, drawing a smile from the blonde. "I promise I'll return. But you're obviously hungry."

Chesta blinked when Dilandau did a very un-Dilandau like thing. He pouted. And while he might use a pout to try to get his way with a superior, he never pouted in front of his men. Rather amused, Chesta shifted a hand, touching a finger to the jutting lower lip. "Lord Dilandau... are you pouting?"

Realizing his pouting wasn't going to work, Dilandau parted his lips, darting his tongue out to give the digit a slow lick. "Fine. You can go. But you'd better come back." Dilandau frowned softly, loosening his arms around Chesta. He was hungry, but he really didn't want to be left alone. Though Chesta had promised... And Chesta would never lie.

Stealing a soft kiss, the blonde slipped from the bed, moving to the bathroom to gather his clothes, slipping into them. The casual uniform was a large part of his wardrobe anyway. Though it was slightly wrinkled from spending the night on the floor, it would serve well enough. He was only searching out some breakfast after all.

Dilandau watched quietly from the bed, burrowed down into the blankets. It was really a shame to cover up such a perfect form... He blinked. Where had that come from? Though Chesta had always been the one he called on most... Maybe he did feel something for the blonde Dragonslayer. The young Lord muffled a snicker as some part of his mind mentally rolled its eyes in a 'Duh' type expression.

So he liked Chesta... Dilandau settled his head back onto the pillow as the other youth left with a glance over his shoulder and a small smile. Such a gentle soul... how had he gotten lucky enough to find such a man?

With a soft smile the silver haired youth closed his eyes, relaxing with a little sigh, waiting for Chesta to come back. Waiting for his love to return.