And the first time, it was cold...

I.

Glitch clung to the cold limp body he had rescued from the snow, trying to spread some heat to the frozen limbs. The breath had returned to Cain's body, but it was shallow, and unsure giving Glitch a reason to panic. He knew what he would have to do in order to save the man, but it hit Glitch a little too close to his hearts desires to strip the man down and lie with him to transfer body heat.

He began with his own clothes, slowly peeling them away, and discarding them behind him. His fingers shook while he removed Cain's as well, and he pressed their bodies close under the lush blankets in the pimp's commandeered wagon.

The cold of Cain's flesh contrasted with the heat radiating from his own form and he shivered to touch the man. But that didn't stop him from doing it. He slowly and smoothly began to rub Cain's arms, pleading with his own hands to force some of their heat into the cold pale skin. His legs slid alongside Cain's, creating a friction between heat and cold that also succeeded in creating a fire in Glitch's heart.

As altruistic as his actions might be there was no denying that he had wished to lie naked with the tin man, preferably when both men were conscious. Glitch moved his hands from arms to torso, pulling himself away slightly, and gently tracing over each shape of his chest, his stomach, his hips, and even passing light fingers across an equally cold manhood. Glitch blushed to himself, smiling as he continued his warming path. It was going to be a long cold process to revive him fully, but Glitch would do whatever it took to keep his tin man alive. He pressed their chests together, and just covered him, nestling his face onto the still icy flash of Cain's shoulder while pulling the blankets even tighter into a cocoon around their bodies.

"D…G…" came a raspy sound that Glitch felt rattle through the chest beneath his ear. He closed his eyes. Of course, he thought with an almost bitterness, her.

"Glitch…" The second name made him lift himself up and look into Cain's face. His head rolled to the left and right, eyes scrunched closed over those beautiful pale irises. His blue tinted lips parted slightly to choke out the name again.

"…Gli…itch…" He sounded so desperate, so broken. Glitch moved a hand up to rest on his cheek.

"It's alright Cain, you'll be alright. I'm here." Glitch gazed at him as his eyes relaxed and he fell back into a healing sleep. "I'm here." He repeated, and bent down, pressing his lips gently against Cain's unmoving cold mouth. A one sided brush of lips that Glitch knew in his heart could never happen again, but he would do anything to save his tin man.

"I love you."

Glitch could feel the shallow breathing become deep and full beneath him, the pale blue lips had begun to go back to a more acceptable color, while Cain's cheeks started to gain back that some semblance of color.

"I love you. I love you. I love you…"Glitch murmured into the air as the wagon darkened with oncoming night, a secret chant that he hoped would be the cure to defeat the cold. His own mantra, as he lay back down to cover the tin man with his warmth, his own prayer.

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And the next time, it will be dirty.