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The power on the island had gone out. It was also a thunderstorm—one of the causes of the power outages. But the federation was doing what it could to fix the issue.
Tommy and Mike were cooped up in their mostest, day one, home. The power outage wasn't too bad, but since they couldn't use any electrical devices, they had to make do with what they had—using wood as fuel for the furnaces for warmth and light, and using a gas lamp. But with the rain, it was still cold.
"It's cold..." Mike shivered, the fairy not used to this cold weather. Even wearing additional layers under his hoodie and one of Tommy's thermals, he was still cold, and the house wasn't warm enough. The demon hybrid, he was right, he felt warm, but they were normal considering being a nether-born, he had a higher body heat, seemingly unfazed by the cold.
"Still cold?" Tommy asked, and the fairy nodded to the blonde, "That's alright mate, just tell me, I have some more thermals, only thing is..." the demon's voice trailed off as he rummaged through his trunk of clothes. He held up the thermal.
"They may be too big on ya, and I gave you the smallest thermal I had," Tommy explained.
"Why do you have thermals?" Mike asked, taking the thermal Tommy held, taking off his hoodie and adding it to the ever-growing layers of clothes the fairy wore.
"I...I used to live in the Arctic with my adoptive dad and late brother. And even as a demon, I can only handle so much cold before I start to feel cold or I get affected. So I had thermals to help keep my body heat regulated in the climate." Tommy explained vaguely, but enough for Mike to understand.
The cold had gotten worse. Mike was shivering. Tommy took notice and sighed. He took off his shirt.
"Mike, take the layers off," the demon said, moving to the single bed. The fairy looked horrified, not just at the fact that his duo was telling him to remove his layers, but because the tall demon had taken off his own shirt in this cold weather.
"Tomm- I can't just remove-" he was cut off.
"Take off the additional layers, wear my two thermals and your hoodie, and then come here, lie on me, and I'll warm you up with my body heat." The fairy wanted to argue, but Tommy's blue eyes left no room for discussion.
Mike had stripped off the seven-plus layers he wore, now down to three: two thermals and his hoodie. He then moved slowly to the bed and carefully situated himself on top of Tommy, as it was just a single bed, it was hard to fit two people in, especially with Tommy being the taller one. When Mike was comfortably lying on Tommy, the demon-born wrapped his arms around the small of the fairy's back, and with a small inhale and exhale, he spread a layer of heat around the house, covering the cozy space with heat. The moment the heat hit Mike, the fairy quickly melted into Tommy.
"Fuck, bro, you're, you're so cool, holy shit," Mike said, with a slight slur, just turning into a puddle, melting into the heat that the demon's body radiated.
"Isn't this better? better than wearing seven fucking layers?" Tommy asked, getting a soft hum from Mike, who was practically falling asleep. Tommy laughed and ran his fingers through Mike's hair, watching the fairy fall deeper and deeper into an unconscious state of sleep.
The fuel of the furnace had gone out long ago, the only light coming from the gas lamp that was still going strong, and the barely visible thin sheet of magic that came from Tommy spreading out his body heat. The demon was still awake, watching as the rain passed, with the comforting weight of his partner atop him. Tommy was in his own quiet serenity, till a soft ping from his and Mike's communicators went off. Tommy reached for one of them from the nearby table; it was his. The federation had fixed the power issue. fucking finally. Tommy put the communicator back and lay there, watching Mike's sleeping face. Now, the demon could very easily turn the heating back on, but he enjoyed being helpful to his duo.
Tommy decided to keep the heat off, happily being used as a living heater. He'd keep the fact that he was awake when the power was restored to himself, and if Mike asked why the heat was still off when they woke up, Tommy would lie and say he was still asleep. It won't hurt.