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onemuseleftIt's International Nap Day! Didn't you know? Well, take my word for it.
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amireal challenged everyone to write their own Nap Day fic and I figured what the hell. Productivity is overrated.
Kuwabara is snoring.
It sounds like an outboard motor – or a particularly obnoxious demon – but Yuusuke finds it strangely comforting. Dead people don't snore, after all, and the living are such a minority right now that any little sign of life is like Christmas morning.
It's cold up in the wherever-the-hell they are; Yuusuke's actually fairly certain they aren't far from where the temple used to be, but Kuwabara is still touchy about handing out information, even to him, so he hasn't asked. But it's late in the season, and the dirt and dust blocking out the sky for so long have made it even colder than normal. It'll snow soon and then things will really get uncomfortable. He'd light a fire, but that could be seen, and there are patrols looking for humans hiding in the mountains.
They're probably safe enough; even if there's some demon wandering around powerful enough to sense Kuwabara's reiki, Yuusuke's not bothering to shield his own demonic energy at all. The few demons in the area have been actively avoiding them all night, not interested in crossing paths with something as powerful as Yuusuke. It's almost a pity, because a fight might get him warmed up a little.
Kuwabara coughs a little and half-wakes enough to glance around.
"Don't cough on me," Yuusuke warns. "Get me all germy."
"What time is it?" the other boy sounds like he's talking through a throat full of gravel and Yuusuke is glad they're almost at the camp.
"Too damned early," Yuusuke lies. "Go back to sleep."
Kuwabara is asleep again almost before Yuusuke finishes talking, rolling over until his back is pressed against Yuusuke's leg. Technically his watch started an hour ago, but Yuusuke's not going to sleep tonight, and the human needs more rest than he does anyway. Kuwabara will growl at him about it in the morning, but Yuusuke figures that if he keeps going along with everything Kuwabara suggests then someone is eventually going to accuse him of being some kind of pod-person anyway. Might as well get his harmless rebellion in now.
Anyway, Kuwabara is warm. Reason enough not to want him to move.
Jake fell asleep halfway through the conference, a warm and heavy weight against Marco's side.
It was dark enough in the conference room that no one noticed (they were showing slides and a Powerpoint presentation so the lights were down) and despite the fact that ideally they and the other specialists had been brought in as advisors, no one in the room seemed particularly interested in hearing them talk. It wasn't anything life-threatening or world-changing, and Jake had been having more trouble than usual sleeping lately, so Marco let Jake sleep and kept his own mouth shut, content to let everyone else forget they were there.
He inhaled the scent of Jake's hair and thought of warm beds and pillows and comforters, of coffee and the heat turned up high and the drapes pulled tight against the snow outside.
In reality they were in a chilly, non-descript conference room. The windows were floor-to-ceiling safety glass that gave them a perfect view of the grey-tinged snowfall and the sludgy streets. The room was full of people they'd never met before (or at least peopleMarco didn't remember meeting, which could be an entirely different thing) and there wasn't a comforter in sight.
Jake sighed quietly, his breath warm against Marco's skin.
Close enough.
amireal challenged everyone to write their own Nap Day fic and I figured what the hell. Productivity is overrated.Kuwabara is snoring.
It sounds like an outboard motor – or a particularly obnoxious demon – but Yuusuke finds it strangely comforting. Dead people don't snore, after all, and the living are such a minority right now that any little sign of life is like Christmas morning.
It's cold up in the wherever-the-hell they are; Yuusuke's actually fairly certain they aren't far from where the temple used to be, but Kuwabara is still touchy about handing out information, even to him, so he hasn't asked. But it's late in the season, and the dirt and dust blocking out the sky for so long have made it even colder than normal. It'll snow soon and then things will really get uncomfortable. He'd light a fire, but that could be seen, and there are patrols looking for humans hiding in the mountains.
They're probably safe enough; even if there's some demon wandering around powerful enough to sense Kuwabara's reiki, Yuusuke's not bothering to shield his own demonic energy at all. The few demons in the area have been actively avoiding them all night, not interested in crossing paths with something as powerful as Yuusuke. It's almost a pity, because a fight might get him warmed up a little.
Kuwabara coughs a little and half-wakes enough to glance around.
"Don't cough on me," Yuusuke warns. "Get me all germy."
"What time is it?" the other boy sounds like he's talking through a throat full of gravel and Yuusuke is glad they're almost at the camp.
"Too damned early," Yuusuke lies. "Go back to sleep."
Kuwabara is asleep again almost before Yuusuke finishes talking, rolling over until his back is pressed against Yuusuke's leg. Technically his watch started an hour ago, but Yuusuke's not going to sleep tonight, and the human needs more rest than he does anyway. Kuwabara will growl at him about it in the morning, but Yuusuke figures that if he keeps going along with everything Kuwabara suggests then someone is eventually going to accuse him of being some kind of pod-person anyway. Might as well get his harmless rebellion in now.
Anyway, Kuwabara is warm. Reason enough not to want him to move.
Jake fell asleep halfway through the conference, a warm and heavy weight against Marco's side.
It was dark enough in the conference room that no one noticed (they were showing slides and a Powerpoint presentation so the lights were down) and despite the fact that ideally they and the other specialists had been brought in as advisors, no one in the room seemed particularly interested in hearing them talk. It wasn't anything life-threatening or world-changing, and Jake had been having more trouble than usual sleeping lately, so Marco let Jake sleep and kept his own mouth shut, content to let everyone else forget they were there.
He inhaled the scent of Jake's hair and thought of warm beds and pillows and comforters, of coffee and the heat turned up high and the drapes pulled tight against the snow outside.
In reality they were in a chilly, non-descript conference room. The windows were floor-to-ceiling safety glass that gave them a perfect view of the grey-tinged snowfall and the sludgy streets. The room was full of people they'd never met before (or at least peopleMarco didn't remember meeting, which could be an entirely different thing) and there wasn't a comforter in sight.
Jake sighed quietly, his breath warm against Marco's skin.
Close enough.
