A Vetinari x Drumknott ficlet I wrote instead of sleeping
Fandom: Discworld
Word count: 343
Rating: G
    Rufus stared at the boney back Infront if him. It was very rare that Havelock would fall asleep before him — eyes the colour of silver looking at him with a softness that could really be allowed only there and then were usually what Rufus saw last before drifting away, — but there it was.
    He was the only person who saw him like that, he thought. He was the only person who saw his bare spine, moving slowly with his even inhales and exhales.
    Unprotected.
    Vulnerable.
    Trusting.
    Rufus grew up in a middle class household, went to study clergy, and eventually got a position in the Palace. To become the acting Patrician's private secretary was never a part of any scheme of his; it wasn't a path to power for him either. He was promoted because he was competent at his job and Lord Vetinari thought him worthy.
    Until less than a decade ago he would've never thought he would be a pricey target for assassination.
    Havelock grew up in Pseudopolis. He's had lordship pinned on him since the day he was born. He's had an eye or an aim on him at all times.
    He must've had so few people he could trust.
    Rufus's heart inconveniently hurt. He should've thought himself special, but he held this horrible sadness for the man so dear to him.
    He sighed. The thoughts that he would've never allowed in the daytime — for the only use of them was for his body to feel like it's being eaten from inside out by his affection — were now clutching at his throat because he was too tired to fight back.
    He held Havelock in his arms. He pressed a kiss to the place where his back became his neck, praying that it wouldn't wake him up. For once in his life the gods heard his prayers. There were 6 meetings scheduled for the next day and his Patrician needed a rest.
    With disorganised thoughts lazily swimming around in his head and his forehead softly touching Havelock's shoulder blade he finally fell asleep.
