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Damnit.
This was the one word that rang through Yukine’s head when he’d found himself filled with a lust like no other for Yato.
Lusting after his warmth, that is.
Yukine was cold, and not in an ‘oh, it’s a bit chilly out, better pop a jacket on’ way, no. Yukine was borderline freezing cold, probably below the temperature of Bishamon’s heart (in Yato’s eyes anyway). And there he stood, wrapping himself as compact as he could make himself in his army green jacket, desperate for warmth at whatever cost. Hell, he was contemplating paying Yato ¥5 for something, anything that would raise his temperature.
But alas, he still had his dignity.
Snapping Yuki out from his current state of fuming (ironically) about the fact his name seemed like Yato knew he wouldn’t cope well in cold weather, the fact that he had nothing to be mad at him for, and the fact that Yato was eating an ice-cream, Yato called out his name. “Yuki~! Want a lick?” He teased, not knowing (well, vaguely knowing) how mad that made his freezing Regalia.
That was it for Yukine.
Slowly walking, but building up speed as he formed a steady run towards his baffled God, Yukine lunged at him, Yato flinching as he made impact.
But to his surprise, it was rather a soft impact, as Yato found the blond wrapped around him in a tight embrace. Taking one last lick of his ice-cream before flicking into a nearby trash can, Yato reciprocated gingerly, Yukine nudging himself even further into Yato’s warmth.
After staying tightly wrapped together for what seemed like a damn great sleep, Yato gently pulled the blond away from his body, Yukine now half lidded and definitely ready for a nap. “I have an idea. Here-” He unzipped his jersey, revealing a clean looking white t-shirt, and leaned Yukine back into his torso again, feeling the boy wrap his arms around his waist underneath the jersey. “Jump.” Yato said simply, pulling Yukine up and directing his legs to wrap around him, arms hung around his neck.
Taking a moment to look at his Regalia’s comfort-filled face, Yato zipped up his jersey around the boy and placed his arms underneath Yukine’s legs which were concealed by it, proceeding to waddle to Kofuku’s with a boy under his jacket and a lingering smile lazing on his face.
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After a tea of dumplings and miso, Yukine was most certainly ready for a nap; he had been for the last hour. His belly filled with a comforting heat, he slowly padded his way up to their room for what was to be a good night’s sleep. Mindlessly changing into his pyjamas and slipping himself under the covers, laying himself onto his futon that seemed a hell of a lot more comfortable than it had been the night before, he sunk into a dreamless sleep.
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Yato wasn’t cold.
He wasn’t cold, and he wasn’t upset, and he wasn’t in love, but that’s what irked him the most. He still wanted Yukine wrapped around him, like he had been when they were walking home.
Lying awake with the lingering feeling of loneliness, he became more and more frustrated about the fact that he didn’t have Yukine to himself, and that he wasn’t allowed to crawl into Yuki’s bed without warning and plant kisses on his forehead, or sling his arms around him and hold him close to keep him warm. But- why not? And soon Yato found himself silently creeping out of his bed and towards Yukine’s, a soft smile and a comfort that could only be found in the company of that boy finding their way to his head.
And soon, Yato’s fingers found their way to Yukine’s head, ever-so-lightly tugging his hair as he pulled away. Yukine didn’t stir. And soon again, he had found himself slipping under the covers, accepting the surge of heat and sight of Yuki’s body with open arms, though they were quickly smothered by the smell and feel of Yukine’s sleepy body shifting into Yato’s arms without prompt other than the heat Yuki could unconsciously sense coming from the object beside him.
Beside me..?
Yukine awoke slowly, his first sight being Yato’s neck and his first feeling of comfort, nuzzled into Yato’s body like two puzzle pieces fitting together. In his half-asleep daze and the haze of heat and that smooth musky smell, Yukine found he didn’t care at all that he hadn’t fallen asleep like that; in fact he wished he had.
Because Yato was warm, and Yukine was cold,
And that was that.
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