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It had been a long day at work and Sigma had dealt with an annoying amount of drunk people, which made him incredibly relieved to finally be in his bed, lined with white microfiber sheets and faux fur blankets.
He picked up his bonnet from his bedside, the satin material matching the rest of his pajamas. He wound his two-toned hair into a loose bun and put the cap on, collapsing near instantly onto his lilac pillow.
The pillow was actually a gift he’d received from Nikolai days ago. He had said it matched Sigma’s hair, holding it triumphantly in front of him, seemingly wanting praise.
Sigma couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it. He smiled softly and closed his eyes.
The calm only lasted for a moment.
As soon as Sigma fell into an in-between space of consciousness and sleep, he felt the sensation of falling becoming a bit too real. He opened his eyes just in time to land on something that really hurt.
The muffled grunt of shock and pain was enough to send Sigma scrambling off of what, or rather
who,
he’d landed on.
Sigma looked around and realized he was in Fyodor’s bed.
Fyodor sat up, disgruntled and angry at the rude wakeup.
Sigma raised his hands in submission. “I swear on my life that I didn’t mean to do that.” He defended, heart pounding in his chest. Fyodor had never let him into his room before, let alone on his bed.
Fyodor blinked and his expression faded into its usual exasperation he always wore when he was dealing with Nikolai.
Nikolai.
Of fucking course it was Nikolai.
Pulling a stupid prank just when the three were getting settled into their new house was just his style.
Sigma shook his head, “Sorry.” He apologized quickly before stepping off of the bed.
That was a very bad idea, he realized. He fell through the floor as soon as his feet hit the ground, landing directly on top of Fyodor again, who had just enough time to cross his forearms in front of his face as a desperate attempt at defense.
Sigma rolled off of him again, both men now thoroughly hurting.
A hyena-like laugh erupted from the corner of the room.
———
Fyodor felt… bad. He’d just been elbowed in the ribs and now he had an absurd amount of frankly beautiful hair in his face, threatening to smother him. He didn’t mind too much about the latter, oddly enough.
Sigma tensed upon realizing where he was, immediately jumping away again.
Fyodor had never noticed how soft Sigma’s hair was until he was immediately deprived of it.
Fyodor let out a frustrated groan, knowing exactly who was behind this. “Nikolai.”
The fiendish giggling in the corner only grew louder at his reaction.
Sigma tried to get off of the bed again, but Fyodor grabbed his wrist to prevent another collision, mentally cursing the former’s ignorance.
Those crimson eyes stared back at him, confusion painted on his face.
Fyodor sighed, diverting his attention to the cackling man in the corner, not wanting to explain it to Sigma. “Alright. Spit it out, what do you want?”
Nikolai stood up and walked over to the edge of the bed. “I was cold.” He deadpanned.
“ Cold? ” Sigma asked, shock overriding anxiety for once.
Nikolai grinned like a kid on Christmas and jumped into the bed, causing all of them to awkwardly crash into each other, which hurt.
Again.
———
Nikolai was now considerably warmer with Sigma’s presence. He had tried to snuggle up to Fyodor alone, devastated to find the other man was even colder than he was.
He was sitting in the corner, contemplating what he should do when he remembered that ’Oh, we aren’t alone!’
Thus, he simply stole Sigma from his bed and dropped him into Fyodor’s. A genius plan, if he did say so himself.
Fyodor snaked his hand away from where he had been holding Sigma, Nikolai now laying between them.
Nikolai wiggled and wrapped his arms around Sigma, entrapping him in his embrace.
Now it was Sigma’s turn to wiggle, trying desperately to run away and escape but Nikolai had also wrapped his legs around the poor struggling man.
“Stop moving! You’re warm!” Nikolai demanded, squeezing his limbs tighter.
Sigma eventually resigned himself to his fate, curling up the best he could while mumbling about his bonnet falling off.
———
Sigma awoke to the soft breathing of a person next to him.
He closed his eyes, finding it relaxing. He was warm and snug, having no desire to get up. Just as he was drifting back to sleep, however, he felt something slightly pull on his hair.
Sigma craned his neck to see who was behind him, yawning as he did so.
He jolted awake when he saw that it was Fyodor, carding his fingers through Sigma’s hair.
Just as he opened his mouth to say something, Fyodor held his index finger to his lips, gesturing at the third figure on the bed.
Nikolai slept with his hands on either side of his head, mouth slightly open, looking peaceful.
Sigma noticed that Nikolai didn’t have his hat or eyepatch on. Upon closer inspection, his overcoat, collar and the charm on his braid had all been removed.
He looked strangely normal like this. Sigma couldn’t bring himself to look away.
The sensation of his hair being gently pulled again snapped him out of it.
He turned back to Fyodor, a questioning look on his face.
Fyodor didn’t acknowledge him, continuing to work out minuscule knots in his hair.
Sigma let out a breath, laying back down, staying only because Nikolai was there and would wake up otherwise. That was the only reason. Definitely not the pleasant sensation of gentle hands caressing his hair.
Definitely not.