A/N: I love this pairing, so I felt compelled to write a short drabble about them. I hope you enjoy!
Living people are warm.
You can feel their heart beating, blood pulsing through their veins, their breath rapid and quick, and then slow and even as they drift into slumber. You can feel them shiver when it's cold outside, the warmth from their bodies being stolen from them, but yet still there. Their sleeping figure laying there, body exhausted from the day, chest moving up and down while air filled their lungs and left them, over and over…
Living people are warm. Nezumi had always thought this, but he confirmed it. His hand reached up to said person's face, stroking silky white hair and twirling it in his fingers. He leaned back against the bed, his bangs falling away from his face. Grey eyes scanned the room, looking over the books scattered on the floor… the table… and finally making it back to the sleeping man's face. His face.
Nezumi couldn't see it from the angle he was sitting at, but he knew it was there: the scar on Sion's face, which ran its way around his neck, down his torso and leg, all the way to his angle. A red snake.
Suddenly standing up, he picked up his superfiber scarf, expertly wrapping it around his slender neck. Ascending the stairs into the chill of the outside world, his breath turned into puffs of air and water vapor. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Nezumi continued walking, the frozen soil crunching under his boots.
But then he heard something.
"Nezumi, what are you doing out here?"
He stopped and turned around just enough to see who called his name clearly.
It was obvious that he quickly threw on his shoes and red jacket and ran outside. His unkempt, colorless locks blew in the slight wind, and his hands trembled from the frigid temperatures.
And his shining red eyes looked straight at Nezumi.
"What is it, Sion?" Nezumi replied, agitation clear in his voice. His dark black-blue hair tickled against his face.
The smaller figure looked down at his feet, shuffling them against the ground. "I… I just wanted to see if you were okay…" he said sincerely, his eyebrows furrowing in worry.
Letting out a sigh, Nezumi walked up to Sion, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him close to his face. "You know," his thumb touched the scar on Sion's face, rubbing the red skin with his finger in a circular motion, "You're going to catch a cold if you stay out here too long in this weather."
Nodding, Sion laid his head against the taller man's chest.
"Hey Neuzmi?" Red eyes inquired, looking up at grey ones.
"Hm?"
"Living people are warm…" he half-whispered, snuggling into a hug, the radiating heat keeping him warm.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it, and I hope they weren't too OOC.
Reviews are appreciated.