Lazy Note: Hey there, Strangers. I'm back from vacation, and that means going back to reality. Ah, well... it's not that bad. At least I have you guys, right? ...Right?

...Anyway, Goldwalkiism on Tumblr requested some GrahamScott cuddle fluff, or Marren fluff... and since I am trash, here I am. I've been neglecting my Marren stuff, though :/ I blame Nathan. Nathan is just so much fun to write about, and him and Warren are my OTP... but I also love Marren and UGH.

Warren, stop being so studly.

Enjoy!

Itchy

by

xLazyxWriterx

Summary: Warren loves all animals. Nathan... not so much.

Rating: Well, it was gonna be K+ until Nathan opened his mouth. Now, it's T.

There it was again.

Nathan buried his face deeper into the fluffy pillow, eyes squeezed shut and body relaxed in total warmth. The arm around his waist tighten, and heat sunk into his bare back from the body beside him. He felt the tip of a nose brush against the back of his neck along with a content sigh. Nathan itched at his forearm, his skin itching with a tickled sensation.

Again. What the hell-?

Nathan's brows furrowed, and the darkness clouded over his eyes brightened as he broke away from the unconscious land of his mind. His eyes remained shut in an attempt to hold on to the visions the night had brought him, but it was difficult when the darkness was cut with shades of red and violet as light leaked into the room through the curtains. His senses were awoken, and he inhaled deeply. The sound of breathing in his ear was soothing, as was the hum of the fan that was across the room.

The feeling on his arm was light, but it was enough to tickle the hairs along his skin. It was agitating, and Nathan scratched at the same spot. He pushed the annoyance out of his mind; it was probably just Warren.

Warren moved beside him, groaning as he situated himself. Nathan felt the weight on his hip from Warren swinging his leg over him. This is why he liked it when Warren was the 'big spoon,' as Victoria put it. The guy practically wrapped himself around Nathan and clung to him. It was always a great comfort in the night. Whenever Nathan had to sleep on his own, that was the first thing he missed. Nathan wouldn't admit it, but he would stuff a bunch of pillows beside him and pretend that he wasn't alone. But, he would never breathe a word of that to anyone. Not even Warren.

Damn it, what-?

Fed up with the irritation on his forearm, he turned his body around so that he was facing Warren. Warren grumbled something at the movement, but didn't wake. Nathan scooted himself down so that his eyes were level with Warren's neck. Nathan fluttered those eyes open, and he attempted to blink away any drowsiness. Warren wrapped his leg over Nathan's hip once more, and Nathan sighed.

Nathan snaked his arm around Warren's waist, crushing their bodies together. With their pelvises pressed together, Nathan could feel his stomach stirring and his skin flushed. Lazy blue eyes darted up at Warren's calm, sleeping face, and he bit his lip.

Nathan shivered when something brushed against his back, and his arm itched once more. He frowned, and he felt it again. It didn't feel like Warren's fingers, so...? Nathan tried to ignore it by pressing his mouth against Warren's pulse point, earning a light grunt from the sleeping boy.

Ow! - Something poked him, and it wasn't Warren. It was like a sharp pinprick, and Nathan pushed away from Warren to roll onto his back. He lay against a lump, and when the lump moved, Nathan instantly sat up. Rubbing his eyes, he twisted his body to look behind him. His eyes caught a glimpse of a small, blurred lump falling over the side of the bed. His body stiffened as he watched that lump scurry across Warren's floor.

"Ah! Fuck!" Nathan was on his feet, jumping over Warren and shaking himself off. "Ah!"

"Wha-!" Warren sat up, confused and whipping his head back and forth in search of danger. Nathan leaped off the bed, and grabbed the nearest object - which happened to Warren's shoe - and flung it at the tiny creature on the floor. He missed, and it sped towards Warren's couch. The next closest thing was Warren's umbrella.

Warren sat on the bed, mouth agape at the sight of Nathan in only his boxers beating the couch with the umbrella, missing the tiny creature every single time. The creature leaped of the couch and zipped towards Nathan. "Ah, motherfucker! Get the fuck away!" Nathan bounced off the ground and planted his feet on the couch cushions, barely keeping his balance.

Warren got out of the bed. "Nathan? What-"

"Get back here you piece of shit!" Nathan exclaimed, flinging the umbrella at the creature, this time hitting it. Nathan breathed heavily, remaining on the couch as his wide eyes searched frantically for the creature.

"Nathan!" Warren crossed the room to the couch, staring up at the panting and tense Nathan, astonished. "Dude, where's the fire? What's wrong?"

Nathan shook violently with disgust as he tried to itch at his back. "There was a goddamn rat in your bed!" Nathan replied, his words quick and his breath rapid.

"A rat?" Warren questioned, dark eyes landing on the umbrella.

"Ugh! It touched me! Disgusting asshole!" Nathan bounced on the couch, and Warren couldn't suppress his chuckle. Honestly, Nathan looked ridiculous. His hair was askew, his eyes wide with a mixture of anger and fear, body tense as if ready for an attack while in only his dark red boxers, and the image only got worse when Nathan tore Warren's decorative Minecraft diamond sword off the wall, extending it in front of himself for protection.

Nathan stared at Warren in bewilderment. "What's so fucking funny?" he snapped, pointing the pixel sword at Warren. Warren looked away and back at the umbrella. He didn't bother answering Nathan. Instead, he reached down and pulled the umbrella off the ground.

"No!" Nathan exclaimed, readying his weapon for battle.

The little "rat" froze for a moment before scurrying under Warren's desk.

"Fucking kill it! Ah!" Nathan leaped off the couch and slammed the sword down on the ground. The sword didn't even make a sound; after all, it was made of foam. Warren scratched at the back of his head, watching Nathan with amused eyes. Nathan froze in place, moving his head around drastically, his narrowed eyes searching and his frown deep.

"Careful, dude, I hear they can smell fear." Warren snickered, earning a hard glare from Nathan.

"Shut it!" Nathan pointed the sword at him threatening. "Help me kill it!"

"We're not gonna kill it."

"The fuck we are!" Nathan snarled. "It was in bed with us!"

"It probably crawled in your hair, too." Warren laughed, and Nathan hit him with the sword.

"SHUT IT!" Nathan shouted, but then instantly scratched at his scalp. "Ugh, disgusting!" Warren clapped his hands as he continued to laugh. Nathan heaved a frustrated sigh, turning his attention back to the enemy. He bent down to search under the desk, and saw it hiding in the corner. He thrust the sword at it, muttering, "C'mon, asshole, come out so I can kill you!"

"We're not killing it." Warren piped in, going to his closet. Warren dug around in the bottom of his closet while Nathan continued to poke and threaten the "rat."

The "rat" grew tired of Nathan's constant poking, and darted out from under the desk. Nathan jumped a foot into the air, letting out a yelp before swinging the sword, hitting Warren instead of the "rat."

"Hey now, careful Bamm-Bamm." Warren smirked. Nathan shot him a dirty look, but his face dropped when he saw the disgusting creature burying itself in to a pile of clothes. Nathan's clothes, to be exact.

"Get the hell outta there, you bastard!" Nathan readied the sword, but was stopped when Warren bent over the clothes, poking gently and lifting the layers up. "Warren, get away!"

Warren shook his head, concentrating on the matter at hand. Once he spotted a tiny patch of light brown fur, he cupped his palm around it.

Nathan stood on his toes to peak over Warren's slouched figure, his sword ready to strike. When Warren stood, he turned and Nathan's eyes landed on his cupped hands. His eyes widened, his mouth parted in a silent gasp, and he flinched away.

"Are you touching it!? Ack, drop it!" Nathan exclaimed.

"Nathan! Calm down! It's not gonna hurt me!" Warren chuckled, motioning towards the bed. "Grab that jar."

Nathan looked at the class jar, hesitating.

Warren sighed. "If you don't grab the jar, I'm gonna throw it at you."

"You wouldn't fucking dare!" Nathan growled, wanting nothing more than to swing at Warren's head. The only reason he didn't was because then Warren would've dropped the "rat" and it would've gone after him. Nathan tucked the sword under his arm and grabbed the glass, holding it as far away from his body as he could as he offered it to Warren.

Warren carefully placed his hands over the jar opening, and released the "rat." It landed with a light thud, and Nathan bounced from leg to leg.

"Ugh takeittakeittakeit!" Nathan panicked. He could hear it's nails scratching at the glass. The jar was released from his grasp, and he immediately jumped back, wiping his sweaty palms against the sides of his boxers.

"Aw, look at him." Warren said, holding the jar up and studying the tiny creature. It stood, nose twitching and paws scratching. Nathan's face twisted in disgust.

"Are you fucking serious? It's a rat!"

"It's not a rat. It's a baby field mouse."

"Same thing!"

"Actually-"

"Don't fucking start!" Nathan tossed the sword onto the couch and made his way to the bed, avoiding eye contact with Warren as he began pulling the sheets up off of the bed.

Warren raised a brow. "What're you doing?"

"Who knows what else that thing touched! We're sleeping in my dorm tonight." Nathan dropped the tangled sheets and blankets on the ground. "We're cleaning everything. Well, Samuel is."

Warren rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he smiled. "You gonna come with me to set this little guy free?"

Nathan cringed. "Don't set it free! It'll breed!"

"...Yeah. That's what they do."

"Noooo~" Nathan moaned, scratching at his head. God, his head was itchy. He needed a boiling hot shower, and so did Warren. That hideous thing probably crawled all over Warren, too.

Warren cocked his head to the side, grinning. "You are so cute."

"Don't call me cute." Nathan mumbled.

"Oh, right, my bad." Warren laughed. "You're so manly, taking down that 'rat' and shit."

"Shut it."

Warren approached Nathan, reaching out to brush a strand of messy hair away from his forehead, but Nathan swatted his hand away. "Don't touch me with your disease ridden hands!"

"Oh, my God, Nathan. You're being ridiculous." Warren rolled his eyes, looking back down at the baby mouse. "I'm gonna go let this little guy free. I'll meet you in the showers when I'm done, hm?"

"Fine." Nathan kicked at the offending sheets. Warren took this opportunity to sneak a peck on Nathan's cheek before heading out the door. Nathan's scowl didn't linger long, and his fingers brushed at his heated cheek.

Damn it, now that itched, too.

Fun Fact: Mice don't make good sleeping partners. They're blanket hogs.

Thanks for reading!

xLazyxWriterx