Title: Warmth.
Fandom: Psyren.
Rating: PG-13.
Fan Bingo squares: hypothermia, woke up in bed together, to the highest bidder.
Summary: Haruhiko understands the cold, it's the rare moments of warmth that confuse the shit out of him. Lan x Haruhiko. Pre-series.

Notes:Surely I can't be the only one who adores this pairing?

It's fucking cold and Haruhiko thinks he's maybe dying of hypothermia. The power has been cut off for days, and the amount of actual threads in their blanket can be counted on one hand. This would be a shitty situation for all if it was summer, but winter has been creeping into the air and curling it bitter, and that's not just the taste that has been left in Haruhiko's mouth.

Somehow, he's going to have to get out of their (cold, bitter) bed and get to work. Haruhiko isn't entirely sure where the hell he's working today, or how long for. He does know that it will probably fall on the wrong side of legal, and that their pervy hookup will run his breath down the back of Haruhiko's neck and let his fingers twist into the hem of Haruhiko's shirt once Lan is sent off to do something else. Fucking shit. Like someone as devastatingly handsome and awesome as Haruhiko would be interested in someone who has never been properly introduced to personal hygiene. It's like working for a fucking pimp, because Haruhiko certainly feels like they're selling something working for him. Parts of their souls, maybe? Any chance of a future that doesn't involve time behind bars? Yeah, it's all so fucking brilliant, but it's not like they have any choice. Hospital bills don't pay themselves, and comas don't stop being fucking comas just because you've screamed yourself hoarse in grief and fear and every other stupid emotion that has ever fucking existed.

Still. Being a slave to some wanna-be gangster who hits on anything that moves is not a career choice Haruhiko ever thought he'd make deliberately. It's one thing to sell yourself to the highest bidder, but to practically give yourself away? Fuck that.

"Are you awake?" The muffled words are pressed into his hair, tickling his scalp.

"Fuck off," Haruhiko growls back. Lan's laughter is tired but warm, and with a groan Haruhiko rolls over to face him. Really. Lan is NOT attractive first thing in the morning, his hair smeared in his eyes and his cheek creased from the irregular bumps and folds in their mattress.

Ok. Maybe he's just a little bit attractive. Attractive enough that Haruhiko doesn't exactly complain when Lan leans forward and flutters a light kiss against the corner of his mouth. It's the first hint of heat that Haruhiko thinks he's felt for days, so of course Lan has to fucking ruin it – not be sliding close and running his hands lower, because that is damn enjoyable – but because there is something in Lan's eyes that is less heat and more …

More warmth. Maybe. Shit. Like Haruhiko knows. But it's unwelcome and it's complicated, and no matter how good the kiss is (and it's fucking good), even when Haruhiko closes his eyes he can still feel Lan's complicatedness.

"Brush your teeth before you do that," Haruhiko evades as he pulls back, because it's too early in the morning for looks like that, seen or otherwise. Lan smiles, a little twisted and a lot understanding, which seems completely unfair since Haruhiko has no idea what the hell is going on.

"We ran out of water last night, remember?"

Haruhiko buries deep back into the blanket with a growl.