My first attempt at fan fiction. Previously posted on wildadapter LJ community.

Tokito has been having a couple of bad nights but Kubo-chan is there for him

Implied slash (as they say) nothing explicit.

Bad Dreams

Tokito awoke in breathless agony. His right hand, gloved even in sleep burned at the core like his bones were splintering and turning to mush. Instinctively he curled around it, gripped it with his weaker hand incoherent with the pain. In the darkness a hand touched his shoulder and he snarled, finally something to attack, to destroy the pain.

A yielding surface under him, hard to get a grip with his knees because his hands could not be moved. Hard to find his tormentor in the dark, in the heat.

His tormentor found him.

Arms wrapped around his torso pulling him in against a wall of heat. He struggled but the pain left him to weak. He ground his teeth to stop the screams.

"I'm here. It's going to pass. Just breathe."

This voice was wrong. The voice had always brought pain, but this one was different.

This one was safe.

"Kubo-chan?" he managed later, after what seemed like hours of torture.

"Yeah?"

Kubo-chan's arms were still around him, the warm scent of tobacco enveloping them both.

"You stink."

A cloud from his ever present cigarette. "Yeah. I guess I need a shower." The arms didn't move. "You wanna join me?"

"…pervert," Tokito smiled anyway. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"Guess I am a pervert."

"Sun's almost up." Predawn pink glowed through the slats of the blinds.

"I'm still tired. Keep me company for a bit?"

"Kubo-chan you're not sleeping again? Bad dreams?"

"The worst."

He shifted in the sweaty sheets, his back slick against Kubo chan's skin. "We should've turned on the air conditioner, it's too hot in
here. That's why you couldn't sleep."

"I'll turn it on, then we can take a nap."

"I'm taking a shower first- it's so hot I'm dripping. It's disgusting." He got up, shaking out his dripping arms as he stomped to the bedroom door on unsteady feet.

"Can't I come along?" Kubo chan's hands dangled listlessly between his knees, the cigarette drooped from his lips, his open shirt looked wet even from across the room.

"You stay there."

A shaky hand lifted to catch the cigarette, a breath of smoke. "Alright."

The air conditioner sent a current of frigid air against his shower cooled shoulder blades. Kubo chan was already curled onto his side in the center of the bed, his back to the door. Still fully dressed, his shirt hung open and pooled around his side. Limp in sleep he resisted Tokito's efforts to undress him.

"Che," he snarled finally giving up, "bed hog." Giving Kubo chan's spine a shove he settled into the warm spot his body had already made on the mattress. "And it's to damned cold," he grumbled pressing himself against the warmth of Kubo chan's back and pulling the covers up over both of them. "Stupid Kubo Chan. You're lucky you have me to take care of you."

Kubo-chan mumbled sleepily but didn't wake up.

"No more bad dreams," Tokito told him, wrapping his gloved hand carefully around Kubo chan's arm. Kubo chan shifted until Tokito's hand was pressed against the bare skin of his side. Finally warm, his hand pinned under the weight of his arm, Tokito slowly drifted off.

End

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