#Except Roman isn't in the mood at all LMAO

[masquenoire]

It's a rare day that Roman isn't storming around, threatening his men while yelling his head off or taking the scalpel to some unfortunate locked up in his torture chamber. No, Roman Sionis is resting in bed, Rocco laying across his chest and Dante pinning his legs to the mattress.

[hyperfixated-homo]

Always in the mood for some cute Prinxiety :D

How about a nighttime conversation? It can be about something serious or silly. Just looking for that soft, sleepy vibe ^.^

I don't wanna >:(

Virgil gets tired. It’s up to his (also tired) boyfriend, Roman, to coerce him into going to bed.

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A/N: No, that title was not me telling you I didn't want to write the fic. That was the title. Sorry if there was any confusion LMAO. I hope you like it!! Some sleepy time fluff with the boys

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Virgil likes to stay up.

In case it wasn't blatantly obvious, Virgil is a bit of a night owl. Usually Roman doesn't mind all that much, except that Virgil gets tired and cranky when he’s sleepy, and its already so late and they're filming a video tomorrow Virge- so here they are.

"I'm not tired." Virgil says, not for the first time. He's sitting on the bed with his arms crossed over his chest and he has a pout that Roman can see from across the room. He says it every time even though he knows he's close to falling asleep on the spot. Arguing for argument's sake.

"I'm not tired." Virgil states, on family movie night. Even though he's been yawning for the last ten minutes, and clearly struggling to keep his eyes open. "I want to stay up."

"I'm not tired." Virgil claims, arms crossed over his chest halfway through a hike. He's lying, and he knows it, much less fit than his gym-bro of a boyfriend and not at all happy with such a strenuous date.

"I'm not tired." Virgil insists, but he's yawning and stretching out on the headboard of their bed. Roman rolls his eyes.

"You're so full of shit," he mutters, going over to the closet to change into softer pajamas. His shirt and shorts were absolutely not going to cut it for this conversation. "Well," He says slowly, "we have to get up early tomorrow so maybe you should just go to sleep.

He can feel Virgil glaring at the back of his head. He turns around and glares right back. It's 11 pm and Roman is feeling petty, sue him.

"That'll be my problem to deal with. If I'm tired it's my own fault. I'll be fine." Virgil says, as if the others can't tell when he's tired and annoyed from sleeplessness and Patton won't immediately call the shoot off and make him go back to bed. "You can go to sleep though." He added as an afterthought.

Roman doesn't look like he's going to let him off that easily. He opens his mouth, but Virgil cuts him off. "I'll be fine," He says again. Roman sighs, looking up dramatically.

"I'm not going to let you drag this out until the sun comes up." He groans.

He briskly walks towards him then, flopping on to the bed and turning to frown at his anxious boyfriend. "I know that you're tired. I'm tired. We both need sleep." Then his eyes soften, and in a quieter voice, "Please, amor? You know I always sleep better when I'm cuddling you."

Virgil looks conflicted for a moment. He rolls his eyes and looks away, but there's a ghost of a smile on his lips and despite his clear determination, he looks fond.

Roman smiles and shuffles closer, wrapping his arms around Virgil and pulling him close. He nuzzles into his chest and breathes in deeply, feeling some tension leave him as Virgil relaxes into him. They lie like that for a moment, just enjoying each other's warmth.

Virgil mumbles into his hair.

"...I don' wanna go t' bed yet."

It takes a moment for the sentence to register in Roman's brain. And then another for him to let go and look up.

Virgil looks sleepy. His hair is messed up and the bags under his eyes look prominent even though he isn't all that stressed out. He's got a weird expression on his face, like he's trying to understand something important but not quite getting there. But he's also looking at Roman with wide, innocent eyes.  "You want to stay up?" Roman asks slowly. Virgil nods, shifting closer and pressing a kiss to Roman's forehead before resting his head on his shoulder, Roman now basically sitting in his lap.

"I wan' stay up." Roman smiles, running a hand through Virgil's hair. He looks so innocent when he's like this, like a child who has no idea what goes on in the world outside of his home. It makes Roman want to ball up with him in a blanket burrito and never move again.  "You're going to be exhausted tomorrow," he warns.  "I won' be," Virgil says, yawning and snuggling impossibly closer.

Roman sighs and his head on Virgil's. "I know you're not tired," he says, voice soft and patient. "But if you don't get some sleep now then you will be tired tomorrow. And we really need to film that video."

Virgil stays quiet for a long moment. "You're right," he says, and it's so soft that Roman barely hears him.  "I'm sorry."

Roman smiles, prideful nature immediately wanting to cheer for his victory, but he controls himself. That's not what Virgil needs right now.

"It's okay, stormy." is what he settles on when he decides to speak. "I'm not mad. Let's go to bed, okay?" He feels Virgil nod against him.

They stay like that for a moment longer, until Roman clears his throat and gently nudges Virgil's head up. "Come on," he says. "Let's get some sleep." They shuffle around a bit before eventually settling down, cuddling with Virgil's head in Roman's chest and their legs entangled. Roman snaps, and the ceiling lights in his room shut off, leaving on some warm orange fairy lights. Virgil prefers to sleep with them off, but he knows that Roman is afraid of the dark and his boyfriend’s comfort was far more important than some lights.

He breathes, wrapping an arm around Virgil's waist and stroking his hair with his other hand. He can feel the tension slowly seeping out of Virgil's body. "I love you," he murmurs.

Virgil doesn't say a word, but he presses a kiss against Roman’s neck, and that’s all he needs. His eyes are shut and breathing already evening out. Roman brushes away the hair sticking to Virgil's forehead and kisses him there before closing his own eyes.

They drift off like that, happily in each other's arms.