Claude and Frederich REUNITED FOR THE FIRST TIME, IN THIS EXCITING NEW EPISODE

Claude sat on the bed, looking at Frederich expectantly.

Frederich frowned.

"Don't sit on my bed, I have to sleep there!"

"I'm sleeping here, too!" he said brightly.

He sighed heavily.

"...I'll have to wash the sheets..."

"Yeah, but that can wait until tomorrow," he said, burrowing underneath the sheets. "Come on, let's sleep."

First, Frederich took his hair out of his ponytail, took the pins out of his hair and removed his eyepatch. Then, reluctantly, he crawled into the bed, being sure to not touch Claude. At all.

Claude passed out within a few minutes, most likely from an overload of excitement; Frederich was only inches away from him, after all.

It took Frederich considerably longer, mainly due to the fact that he was sleeping next to his creepy, obsessed stalker.

The next morning, Claude woke up to Frederich's scent. Not wanting to wake up from whatever splendid dream this was, he kept his eyes closed.

As he grew more alert, he slowly came to the realization that he was cuddling with someone.

Opening his eyes, he almost passed out again; fast asleep and clinging to him was none other than his darling Frederich.

With a yawn, Frederich nuzzled closer, barely even conscious. Of course, it took him quite some time to wake up in the morning, so Claude would get to sit there for another hour or so.

And he did. Which was awkward, because he got a boner after the first two minutes.

When Frederich did wake up, he yawned again and stretched out slowly.

Then, he remembered about Claude and sighed heavily.

"...Master, are you awake?" he whispered.

"...unfortunately." He mumbled.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked calmly, despite the boner.

He shrugged slightly.

"...I could have slept better if you weren't sleeping next to me."

He blushed.

"But you clung to me during the night, it would seem...<3"

"...Another unfortunate part of my night..."

"And the best part of mine," he replied honestly.

"Well, get up already so I can change my sheets."

"Aren't you comfy? Would you like a massage? A piggyback ride? Sex?"

"I have work to attend to." Frederich replied simply. "So move."

"...You're still holding on to me..." he mumbled.

Frederich sat up and stretched again.

"There. Go."

He shuffled out of the bed, smiling.

"What do you want me to do today?" he asked, pulling on a shirt.