Yes, I know this is the 4th Prinxiety one shot in a row, leave me alone
WARNING: Blood, injury

Virgil glanced up from picking his sleeve nervously as the doors leading out of the throne room banged open. A very ashen-faced Roman leaned against the wall by the door, trying to catch his breath.

"Jesus Christ, that was a piece of work." He muttered.

"Worse than last time?" Virgil asked. Roman jumped, though Virgil had spoken very quietly.

"Heightended anxiety." Virgil noted in his head. "That and the pale pallor, could be a fever if we're not careful."

"Not exactly." Roman said, trying to stand up straight. He didn't seem strong enough and slumped against the wall again. "Just didn't seem to care I'd saved the kingdom from a war. Again."

Virgil shook his head. "He's a stupid king." He said. "Come on, let's get you fixed up."

"Uh, no." Roman said, struggling to his own two feet again. "There are some soldiers who are a lot more wounded than me and-"

"You have heightened anxiety, are paler than normal though you've been out in the sun for almost a month, you're usually strong enough to pick the librarian and his brother up and yet you can barely stand on your own two feet right now." Virgil stated, his hands clasped behind his back as he walked towards Roman. "That and the fact that you're bleeding pretty heavily from your arm and your collar is stained with blood, you're in desperate need of attention."

Roman seemed to shrink back slightly as Virgil leaned closer to him. Virgil couldn't help glancing down at his lips quickly.

"Let me help you." He said, forcing his gaze back to Roman's eyes. "You need it now or it'll get worse later."

Roman hesitated and that was all Virgil needed. He grabbed Roman's hand and started marching towards his room, dragging Roman behind him. Roman stumbled along and that was enough to set Virgil's suspicions and worries.

"I'll check the extent of the damage and then you are sleeping off you fever." Virgil said. Roman started to protest. "Bah! Shut up! If you don't sleep off your fever now, you're going to be shivering within an hour and then sweating within another half. Then, it's flushed skin, bouts of shivers, coughing fits and possibly no survival."

"But-"

"Sleeping it off now is the only option." Virgil insisted. He opened the door to his room and gave Roman a light push. He was already unsteady on his feet and stumbled in. "You can't fight me on this."

Roman sighed and sat down on the bed heavily. Well, he fell onto the bed really. "Fine." He muttered.

Virgil raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "What's the matter, Princey?" He asked as he shut the door. "Don't you trust me?"

Roman looked away, pink tinting his pale cheeks. Virgil snickered a little and hung his coat on a hook by the door.

"You're going to need to take your chest-plate off." He said. Then, he hesitated. "And your shirt."

"Sorry, what?!" Roman spluttered. Virgil caught sight of himself in the mirror as he sat down at his desk. He was blushing.

He took a breath and let it out shakily. "You're going to need to take your shirt off." He repeated quietly.

"No fucking way!" Roman protested.

"Do you want to be healed or not?" Virgil snapped. He always got sharp when he got flustered. Roman knew that.

"You do realise how suspicious this sounds, right?" Roman asked. "You've just dragged the Captain of the Guard to your bedroom-"

"Infirmary." Virgil snarled.

"Whatever." Roman waved his hand. "You've locked the door and now you're insisting I strip for you. That doesn't sound very professional, Virgil."

How did Roman manage to make Virgil's own name sound so... so... ugh! Virgil shook his head. He grabbed a jar of herbs and turned it over in his hands.

"If you don't cooperate, I will take your shirt off for you." Virgil growled, already regretting the words as soon as they left him. "And I won't be gentle."

Roman let out a bark of laughter. "Wow." He said. "Commanding."

"I thought you said Remus was the suggestive twin." Virgil snapped, his face flaming pink. Roman laughed again.

"I have my moments." He said. Then, he shook his head and got up. "Look, as much as I'd love sitting here and flirting at you til you burst, I need to check on my soldiers."

"No." Virgil said, standing up and blocking the door. "You need to take off your chest-plate and sleep off your fever."

Roman sighed, staring Virgil down. "Virgil," he said gently, "let me pass."

"No."

"Virgil, I need to check on my friends."

"Your friends are fine." Virgil said. "I patched up the worst of them and the others are fine. Few scratches and bumps but I've set all the broken bones and sewn up the cuts and given the ill tonic and everything." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You are the only one I haven't taken care off and you need to sleep."

"You can't talk, you hypocrite." Roman said. Virgil gave him a small push backwards.

"I know for a fact you haven't slept in at least four days." Virgil said. "There are dark circles under your eyes and you know that's my thing. So, sleep or I will drug you." One look at him and Roman knew he wasn't lying.

He sighed heavily and sat back on the bed. He started fiddling with the straps that held his chest-plate together. Virgil looked up at the ceiling and took a slow breath. He could do this. He could get through this.

"Fine." Roman's voice was accompanied with a clatter of metal. "Now what?"

"Take off your boots and your shirt." Virgil said simply, sitting down at his desk. Roman scoffed.

"I'm not going to strip for you!"

"And I'm not going to let you die." Virgil snarled, checking the labels on his jars. Nutmeg, lavender, rosebud, hemlock. Great.

"You say that and yet you bring out hemlock." Roman protested, pulling his boots off.

"Shirt." Virgil insisted through gritted teeth. "Now."

Roman rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt over his head with one hand. His right arm. Not his fighting arm.

They'd gotten him good.

Roman winced as he pulled his shirt off. There was a cut up the outside of his left arm. Not too deep, it could be fixed, but it would leave a scar.

"Happy now?" Roman asked sarcastically, throwing his shirt at his feet in a heap. "What now, you want my trousers gone too?"

Virgil wasn't completely opposed to the idea. "I want you to lie down and take a nap!" He protested.

"What's with the hemlock?" Roman asked. "It's poisonous."

"In the right doses." Virgil explained, getting up and pacing around. "But in small doses, it acts like a narcotic. Numbs pain and helps you sleep."

Roman raised an eyebrow. "You're serious?"

Virgil's eyes were fixed on the ceiling to stop his gaze from roaming all the way down Roman's body. "Absolutely." He said. "Now, sleep."

Roman heaved a sigh like sleeping was a trial for him and lay down on the bed. Virgil managed a glance at him.

"You can't fool me, Roman." He said. "Under the bedsheet. You're gonna bolt at the last minute, otherwise."

Roman glared at him, his fringe getting in his eyes, and pulled the bedsheet over him dramatically. "Happy now?"

"Perfectly." Virgil bit back. "Now go to sleep."

Roman rolled his eyes. "You're such a hypocrite." He muttered but by the way his breathing slowed and evened out, he'd been about to collapse anyway.

Virgil sat forward in his chair, shaking his hair out of his eyes as he watched Roman. He'd been asleep for nearly an hour and already the pallor in his cheeks had faded. Sleeping it off had definitely been the right call.

Virgil tilted his head to the side as Roman shifted slightly. He slept like a log, always on his back. His hurt arm was laid over his chest, his hand clutched in a fist like he was holding something. His other arm was wrapped around his neck. Guess it was practice, from sleeping on the battlefield.

Even in sleep, Roman looked more regal than actual royalty. He'd always reminded Virgil of a prince.

Actually, to tell the truth, the first time Virgil had seen Roman, he'd been convinced he was the king or something. He'd been terrified to talk to him until he'd heard another servant tell Roman the king wanted him.

Roman should be the one sitting on the throne, not fighting battles with other kingdoms to keep it standing.

Virgil was drawn out of his thoughts as Roman shifted again. He was waking up already? An hour had barely passed.

Roman shifted around and his hurt arm brushed the bed sheet. His face contorted in pain and he opened his eyes. He took in the room around him before focusing on Virgil.

"Hey, Virgil." He said almost casually. His eyes widened and he shot up. "Shit, what am I-"

"You're here because you're hurt." Virgil said. He looked away and, yep, he was blushing. Again. "Luckily, you haven't bled on my bed. That would be unforgivable." He joked.

Roman stood up and made to march to the door. Virgil jumped up and blocked the door.

"Virgil, you need to let me pass." Roman said calmly.

"Nu-uh, I don't need to do anything." Virgil retorted.

"I'm fine, Virgil." Roman said. "Really, I am."

"You've barely been asleep for an hour, you're still weaker than me and your arm's still got a gaping hole in it." Virgil snapped. "If you won't let me help you, I'm not going to give you any choice."

Roman crossed his arms. "Virgil-"

"Besides, how suspicious do you think it's going to look if you storm out of my room without a shirt?" Virgil asked. Roman seemed to malfunction slightly, a small blush touching his face.

Virgil gave him a push backwards. Roman stumbled as Virgil pushed him further and further back. The bed hit Roman's legs and Virgil gave him another push, overbalancing him and sitting him down on the bed.

"The door's locked, anyway." Virgil said, turning away and grabbing something on his desk. Roman tried to get up again but Virgil was there, a hand on his chest. He pushed Roman into a sitting position again and climbed on top of him, one leg either side of Roman.

Roman stared at him, blushing bright pink. "Virgil!"

"If you aren't going to sit still long enough for me to heal you, this is what we'll have to resort to." Virgil glanced at him, his face also pink. "Okay?"

Roman could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. Virgil either didn't care about his silence or took it as consent because he took Roman's left arm and started checking the wound.

"Scale of one to ten, how painful?" He asked. Roman blinked and swallowed.

"Um... five or six?" He said. Virgil glanced at him briefly before looking back at the wound.

"Okay. Normal colour for a wound... doesn't look infected or anything... does any part of it feel hard or lumpy or anything?" He asked. Roman shook his head and Virgil let out a small breath of relief.

"Good. Not infected or poisoned. You're very lucky." He said.

"I should think so." Roman thought. "The boy I love is literally straddling me!"

"While you were asleep, I managed to get everything I needed." Virgil said. "But after you're all fixed up, you'll need to go to sleep."

"But-" Roman started to protest. Virgil shushed him.

"No. Doctor's orders." He said sternly but there was a small smile on his face.

"You're not a doctor." Roman said.

"Am so!"

"Where's your doctorate?" Roman grinned as Virgil glared at him. Virgil pointed at him.

"Shut up." He said eventually. Roman laughed. Virgil rolled his eyes.

"I'm gonna have to stitch it." He said. "It's going to hurt."

"Probably no more than getting the cut, though." Roman said. Virgil's brow furrowed a little as he threaded the needle and Roman guessed it wasn't entirely from concentration.

"It might." He said. "Look, there's nothing I can do to numb it without risking hurting you more or infecting it."

Why were they having a normal conversation like Virgil wasn't literally sat in Roman's lap?

"Virge, I'll be fine." Roman said. "Promise."

"Okay. Sorry, though, in advance." He said. With one last small glance at Roman, Virgil started carefully stitching up Roman's arm.

Roman winced and hissed in pain. "I did say, didn't I?" Virgil said, his tone apologetic.

"Yeah. No, it's fine." Roman said. "Just... takes a bit of getting used to."

"Anyway, I'll finish stitching and then I'll bandage it and then we can turn to the rest of the problem." Virgil said, more focused on his stiches than his words. The product was a slightly dazed voice and that, coupled with the fact that he still hadn't moved from Roman's lap, made for a very red-faced Roman.

"You got out pretty lucky." It took a couple seconds for Roman to realise Virgil was still speaking. "I mean, from what I've heard, Gyrianian soldiers are pretty ferocious in battle."

Roman shrugged a little. "They're good at espionage." He said. "Keep everything tight and make sure you know everything about everyone and they've got nothing. Or, better yet, create a fail-safe plan."

"That's called being paranoid, Princey." Virgil said. Keep Roman talking and he wouldn't focus so much on the pain.

"Well, sometimes it's good to be paranoid." Roman said, his voice quiet. "Good to be careful..."

Virgil cleared his throat and looked away. "Get a grip." He told himself firmly. "Think you can tell me what the fail-safe plan was?" He smirked. "Or am I a suspect?"

Roman looked up at the ceiling, his face flaming. Virgil's smirk grew.

"Hm, not sure." Roman said once he'd composed himself a little. "I mean, you're patching me up pretty well but I don't know. You could bring out anything, a poison for example, and then I'd be a goner, wouldn't I?"

"Well, lucky for you, I'm not going to do that." Virgil said. He gave his stitching one last pull. "I think that's done. Don't pick it." He ordered, grabbing a role of bandages. "I'm just gonna bandage it and then it should be good."

"So, now what?" Roman asked as Virgil bandaged his arm up carefully.

"Well," Virgil said, decidedly not looking away from Roman's arm, "are you hurt anywhere else?"

"A little cut but nothing that won't heal on its own." Roman said. "Can I go now?" He whined.

"No." Virgil said. "I'm not risking you getting infected. This kingdom would be lost without its Captain of the Guard."

"I think you're paranoid now, Virgil." Roman said, hiding how much Virgil's concern made him glow.

"Of course he's concerned, that's his job." He told himself scoldingly. Still, it didn't stop him from falling even more in love with the healer.

"Oh, shut up." Virgil said with a roll of his eyes. "I'll just clean your wounds, how about that?" Carefully, he stood up and dusted down his shirt. "Don't go anywhere." He said before turning to try and find some clean water.

Roman probably couldn't've gotten up even if he wanted to. Before he could even think of maybe trying to leave, Virgil was back in his lap and any train of thought he'd had before was lost. Virgil looked up at him and smiled shyly.

"You're sure you still need to sit here?" Roman asked. Virgil shrugged and wrung out the cloth he'd soaked in water.

"Well, you can never be too safe." Virgil said. "Okay..." He blinked. "Wow, you really did get away lucky."

Roman shrugged. "Like I said, the Gyrianians ain't shit if you don't give them anything to work with."

"Hey." Virgil exclaimed, mock shocked. "I'll flick water at you if you use that language again."

Roman laughed. "Sure, sure, sure. Like you don't use that exact language as well." Virgil rolled his eyes.

"That's beside the point." He said, starting to clean a small cut on Roman's shoulder. "How'd you even get half of these cuts? They look so random."

"I'm not even sure." Roman said frankly, laughing a little. "Um, they sent these darts out. It was really odd firing but some of us did get hit."

Virgil looked at Roman, his eyes wide in worry. He dropped the cloth and cupped Roman's face, tilting his head this way and that.

"Virgil?" Roman asked. "What are you doing?"

"Darts." Virgil repeated. "What's usually in darts? Poison or at least something like that. A narcotic or something lethal."

"Virgil, really I'm fine." Roman tried to say. "We- We tested the darts. Nothing. No drug or poison or anything."

"You're sure?" Virgil asked, panic tinting his voice. Roman took Virgil's hand in his unhurt one.

"Positive." Roman said. "I would never lie to you." He gave Virgil a small smile. "Promise."

Virgil nodded and took a shaky breath. "Yeah, sorry. It's just... I get worried and-"

"Hey, it's fine." Roman said. "If I was sure I was badly hurt, I wouldn't've been so calm about it and tried to leave."

"Yeah, I'm still blaming you for that." Virgil said as he picked up the cloth again.

They fell into a sort of calm silence. Well, it gave the outward appearance of being calm but each of them were trying desperately to think of something to say.

"Come on, you absolute idiot." Virgil thought. "Say something. This is probably the only time you're going to be able to get him alone and..." And what? As if Roman would like him back. Roman. Really? He liked the outside and the sunlight and running around and being loud. Virgil didn't like any of that.

Virgil liked the inside and dark, stormy nights and curling up by the fire with a book and simple, calm quiet. He preferred it in the shadows or in corners to the centre of the room, where anyone could notice you. He liked Roman in the way you liked something you could never have. Or, at least, it had started out that way.

"This is stupid, you're stupid." Roman thought. "Come on, you great lump. Since when couldn't you flirt? You literally flirt with everything, why is it so difficult now?"

Maybe it was so difficult because Virgil was sitting on him, apparently unaware of the effect this had on Roman. Virgil! Smart, brilliant, wonderful Virgil was sitting on Roman and fully unaware of it.

"You white feather, say something." He scolded himself. Say what? 'Hey, I really like you and I know you probably don't like me back but anyway'- that was stupid! Yeah, as if Virgil would ever like him.

Virgil was smart and analytical and quiet and composed and knowledgeable about so much. He knew how to heal people, how to care for others. He knew how to fix what had been broken. He was shadowy and liked the dark. He liked the blue-grey sky of a storm, he liked books and reading and he could sit still for hours.

Roman was loud. He was loud and he was fast and he didn't think before he spoke. He had a quick temper and a big mouth and the only half of his brain that worked was the half that was filled with battle plans. He was good with violence and fighting and breaking things. He hated rain as it slowed everything down and he could barely sit still without fidgeting. His record for sitting still was a minute, when all he'd been doing was staring at Virgil, slowly realising he was in love.

He was fine being friends. He didn't need his big mouth ruining things now.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot." Virgil thought. "Just say something."

He swallowed. "You know, my mum said that if you kissed a cut, it would heal easier." He said quietly.

"Not that!"

Of course he had to go and say something stupid when he was cleaning a wound at the base of Roman's neck. At the back of his mind, Virgil wondered if there was a way to disappear into a wall or the floor.

Roman turned his head towards Virgil slightly. He was blushing. So, he guessed, was Virgil.

"Go on, then." Roman said, his voice catching slightly. Virgil nearly stopped breathing. He swallowed and pressed a small kiss to the cut.

Roman sucked in a small breath. "Virgil." He breathed quietly. He swallowed and tried again. "Virgil, kiss me."

He did. Virgil kissed Roman gently. The cloth fell to the bed beside them, forgotten as Virgil cupped Roman's face. Roman was still hurt, Virgil had to remind himself. So he didn't push. Roman pulled him closer, a hand on the small of his back and an arm wrapped around his shoulders. Virgil felt deliriously dizzy in the best way possible.

Roman pulled back for air, though he barely moved back. Their faces were only a few centimetres away from each other. Virgil was blushing pink, his eyes wide and bright and Roman wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. To see what sort of noises he could coax out of Virgil.

Virgil kissed him again, just as gently. Only now, one of his hands was pressed against his chest. Roman gasped a little at the cold fingers and squeezed Virgil's waist. Virgil's other hand tangled in Roman's hair. He gave it a small tug and Roman let out a noise he'd never own up to making later.

Virgil smirked and pulled back a little. He leaned forward. "I like that sound." He whispered. Roman closed the gap and kissed him, dragging his nails down Virgil's back. He pulled Virgil closer until their chests were pressed together. He could feel Virgil's heartbeat against his own. Virgil teased Roman's bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently. Roman whimpered and scratched his nails down Virgil's back again.

"If you're looking for a way to get me to gasp," Virgil hissed against Roman's lips, "you're going to find it."

"Damn watch me." Roman murmured.

"That would be a sight." Virgil whispered flirtatiously before kissing Roman fiercely again. Roman sighed against his lips. He had to be in Heaven, he had to be. Either that or this was the luckiest day of his life.

Virgil pulled away for air and Roman barely got his breath back before pressing a kiss to Virgil's jaw. His intent set in his mind, he started trailing kisses down the side of Virgil's neck.

"Do you have any idea how much you drive me crazy?" He asked against Virgil's skin. Virgil gripped Roman's shoulder tightly, his other hand still tangled in Roman's hair. "I'm meant to be thinking of ways to protect the kingdom but all I can think about is you." He kissed further down Virgil's neck. Silently, Roman thanked whatever higher power there was that Virgil never did up his top button. "Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your laugh." Virgil gasped as Roman kissed the junction between his collar bone and his neck. "Your voice."

"Roman..." Virgil sighed out his name as Roman kissed his neck again. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, a bright blush across his face and Roman didn't think he could've looked more perfect.

"Virgil." Roman whispered against Virgil's skin. "You drive me absolutely insane. I can't think at all whenever you're around." He kissed Virgil's jaw. "It's just always you. Will Virgil like me? Am I making a fool of myself in front of Virgil? Always what you think. I can't help it, I just can't get you out of my mind."

Virgil kissed Roman again. He kissed him deeply, pulling him as close as he could. Roman's hands were on Virgil's hips. Both of Virgil's hands were in Roman's hair. There was no one else in the world but them two.

Virgil pulled back, gasping for air. He stared at Roman, almost smiling, before looking away shyly. Roman took his chin gently and tilted Virgil's head towards him. Virgil laughed breathlessly.

"D'you think you'd like to go walking with me some time?" Virgil asked. "You know, be seen with me. In public."

Roman pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Well, let's see." He said. "I've just had the best kisses I've ever had with you, I've confessed that I can barely think when you're around and I've found out what exactly makes you gasp and blush." He grinned. "Most definitely."

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