This is based off of a necromancer I play in Diablo 3, Dinnau, and the Templar who accompanies him. No knowledge of Diablo 3 is needed, except that the heroes, like in most video games, don’t tend to stay dead. Also, Dinnau has literally saved the world several times. 

No significant warnings, just awkwardness, a small amount of sexual tensoin, and mentions of someone temporarily drowning. 

Kormac was quite certain that it was never a good thing when
the medics couldn’t agree on if someone had died. Granted, it might not have
mattered here as much as other places, since Dinnau had a habit of not staying
dead either way, but still. Spending any amount of time submerged in a frozen
lake was bad, but being dragged into said lake by one leg and spending an
unknown amount of time at the bottom, tangled in animated (and angry) seaweed,
was especially unfortunate.

But Dinnau still wouldn’t
stay in the medical area. Something about wanting to recover in a quieter
place. Which Kormac understood, but when medics told you to stay somewhere, it
was usually a good plan to stay somewhere. The medics were too busy to deal
with someone who was trying to leave and only might need  assistance later,
though, so Kormac was on what had been termed “drag the stupid idiot back if he
starts choking” duty.

Dinnau, fortunately, was not choking. Just sitting as close
as possible to the fireplace, wrapped up in a blanket, glaring at the flames.
And still, still shaking. Really not
a surprise; Dinnau seemed to get cold easily, and his skin had been ice-cold
when Kormac had managed to get him back out of the water. He was probably still
cold, even if he was warm enough to be alive.

So… maybe Kormac should try to get him warmed up a bit more?
And not in the way that certain
people would suggest, just- another blanket? Or- hm, no, they’d already given
him some hot soup, he probably didn’t want more.

Given that, what could Kormac do?

Deciding to try and figure it out from a bit closer, he
carefully approached Dinnau from the side, trying to be fairly loud so he
wouldn’t startle his companion. Startling a necromancer in a bad mood was a
good way to end up with bones, yours or otherwise, somewhere you did not want
them.

Once he was close enough, he sat down next to Dinnau, slowly
reaching to set a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Dinnau- are you well?”

Wait, no, stupid question, and he realized it, but-

Well, he got a bit distracted. He’d accidentally nudged the
blanket off of Dinnau’s shoulder, and that revealed some rather interesting
scars. And the fact that Kormac had managed to put his thumb into the hollow of
Dinnau’s collarbone. “Ah- oh, by the Heavens, you are cold. Is there- may I assist?”

“Am I cold? I hadn’t noticed.” Dinnau muttered dryly, but
didn’t pull away from the touch. In fact, he leaned into it slightly, seeking
the warmth. Kormac was large and hefty and pleasantly warm, and that… that had
Dinnau’s attention.

Gaze flickering up to Kormac’s face, Dinnau sized the
Templar up for several long moments, then backed up and gestured to the place
where he’d been sitting. He was on top of a thickly padded bearskin rug to keep
the chill of the stone floor away, so he fully intended to stay here in front
of the fire, and… maybe he could add Kormac to his anti-cold measures. “You may
absolutely exist. Come here- get comfortable. And… take your shirt off.”

…what?

Oh, of course, that made sense, it would be easier to
transfer heat without clothing in the way, but-

…wait. Dinnau was clearly not wearing a shirt, and-

Well, Kormac knew for a fact that the necromancer been
completely naked for some amount of time in the medbay, as his clothing had
been both soaked wet and frozen almost solid, but he didn’t know if Dinnau had
ever… actually put anything, other than that blanket, back on.

Was he about to end up with Dinnau in his lap, naked?

And how much did he object to that idea?

Not anywhere near as much as he should, oh goodness.

But Dinnau was still shivering, and Kormac had offered, and-

Oh goodness.

Hoping he didn’t look as flustered as he felt, Kormac
removed his shirt and sat in the suggested spot, hands wrapping tightly into
the fur of the rug in an effort to keep them from wandering into, well-

Dinnau had some very interesting scars, from wounds that had
been too deep or had waited too long for a healer to fully repair, and he
somehow managed to make deathly pale skin look good, aaand-

Okay, so, yes, Dinnau was at least wearing undershorts, and
Kormac felt rather like kicking himself for his sudden desire to have things not that way, but-

Dinnau stood up to stretch, the blanket falling away slightly,
and made a face at the cold air before he was distracted by Kormac’s
expression. Said expression was somewhere between surprise and want, and it was actually rather cute,
but a bit surprising in this context.

Surprise notwithstanding, Kormac didn’t look uncomfortable,
so Dinnau shrugged off the blanket and sat in Kormac’s lap. As soon as he was
in place, he pulled the blanket up around himself again, leaning back and
stifling a moan at the sensation of
warm skin against his entire back. Oh, that was divine. Why hadn’t he done this before? He and Kormac had spent
enough time dragging each other out of battle and patching each other up, they
could certainly manage this much cont-

Did he still have
that stunned expression? And- all right, Kormac was far too stiff, this was not
okay. “Kormac, you’ve seen me shirtless before, and we are comfortable with
each other.

Please try to relax. You are quite welcome to put your hands
somewhere other than the floor, and-“

Pausing, he twisted around to meet
Kormac’s eyes, his voice soft and serious. “If you want me to leave, tell me. I
am not here to make you uncomfortable, and I am not going to die if you are not
comfortable with me in your lap. You are not obliged to let me touch you. So-
do I need to move?”

“You’re… usually… rather covered
in blood when- when you aren’t wearing a shirt.” Kormac managed, then
immediately raised his hands at the question and hesitated for an instant
before settling them on Dinnau’s forearms. “No! I-I am not- not uncomfortable,
merely- you are worryingly cold.”

And it was true! Dinnau was still
shivering and far too cold, and his entire back against Kormac’s front was
slightly less than pleasant. And it was, uh. Kormac’s nipples had noticed the
cold, so… hopefully Dinnau didn’t notice that. Ahem.

Awkwardness aside, though, Dinnau
was relaxing against him. And it was… oddly pleasant.

After a moment more, Kormac slid
both hands under the blanket, around Dinnau without trapping his arms, and
hugged the shivering necromancer closer to his chest. Muttering something about
efficiency, he tried his best to behave himself, but ended up slowly tracing
along a scar that had ended up under his fingertips. An odd curving pattern,
tiny deviations to either side, like whatever caused it had been rattling
rapidly back and forth. Which was… this was OK to inspect, right? He just…
happened to have his hand on top of it, and it was just a scar on Dinnau’s
side, nothing… nothing too… anything.

Even if Dinnau had made a sound when he felt Kormac’s arms around
him. That was just- just because he was a bit less cold now. Probably. Right?

“Is, uh… is this acceptable? You
are still quite cold.”

Dinnau shuddered and slowly
pressed further back against Kormac, doing his level best to melt into the very warm Templar, and once again barely
managed to not moan. Kormac was unfairly warm,
nice and solid, and was holding him- and
there was something just delightful about being held close like this. He should
have done this a long time ago, and they were definitely doing this again. “Ah… there we are. Thank you, Kormac,
this is… oh. Much better. And-“

A quick pause, rolling one
shoulder back in a rather pointed manner, and he chuckled very softly to
himself. “Yes, I did notice the cold.”

At the inevitable sputtering that
ensued, Dinnau sighed and patted Kormac’s hand, huddling a bit further down
into the blankets and Templar that were serving as a nest. “Kormac, I am not
afraid of your nipples. You do not need to apologize, I do know a few things about anatomy.”

Akgh.

Having no idea what to say to
that, Kormac elected to say nothing at all, biting his lip and going silent
after he was done sputtering. Still holding Dinnau close, he thought for a few
long moments, hands cupped against Dinnau’s stomach… and noticed something.

That strange, oddly pleasant
mage-woman was right. Dinnau was skinny, more
so than he had been when Kormac had met him. Probably needed to eat more. No-
definitely needed to eat more. Was going to be hard to convince him to, though,
unless-

Wait.

Kormac reluctantly took his arms
from around Dinnau’s frame, wrapping the blanket tightly around the lanky man
instead, and squirmed away with an apologetic sound. “My apologies, Dinnau-
give me a moment, please? I-I have- stay, I have an idea- sit.”

Dinnau whined up at him, actually whined,
as Kormac moved, and something in the Templar’s chest tightened unpleasantly at the sound, but he kept
going- got up and left the room, moving almost at a run so he didn’t have any
time to give in to the urge to immediately go back. He didn’t want to move- he
wanted to stay and help Dinnau get warmed up, but he had to grab something
first, this- this was important.

When he came back, he was
carrying a bowl of stew in one hand and a small, cloth-wrapped bag of sand in
the other. “Apologies, but- you need to eat, and you need to warm up, and-
these will help with both. Here-“

Dinnau had been startled by the
sudden movement and very unhappy with
the sudden influx of cold air and the loss of heat and contact. Not even a warning, just cold stone re-chilling his ass
through his undershorts. Rude, abrupt, cold- all his least favorite things.

By the time Kormac got back,
Dinnau was sitting hunched into a ball of blankets and anger, Glaring up at
Kormac, he did his very best to project his extreme dissatisfaction with the
situation, resisting the urge to immediately climb back into the Templar’s lap.
That was kind of an embarrassing urge, no matter how much he wanted it. Kormac…
was apologizing, though, and had…
brought him things.

Maybe he… would get a bit closer.

“Someone is heating sand in an
iron pot and pouring it into these bags- it stays very warm. Take this, and
then- this is a very good venison stew. You are-“

Kormac hesitated for an instant,
taken aback by his own tone, then squared his shoulders and drew himself up.
“If you want- want me to keep helping you warm up, you are going to eat this.
Or at least some of it. I know you’re
only half human, but you need to eat at least
half of the time, and you don’t. So- eat!”

Holding his breath slightly and
hoping that he hadn’t upset Dinnau, Kormac thrust the bowl towards him, waiting
to see what sort of reaction he would-

Oh.

Dinnau briefly considered
protesting that he didn’t often because he wasn’t hungry often, but halfway
through the threat he was ready to give in. Fine. Pride or not, he was cold,
and… eating what smelled like a very good stew was not enough of a price to
deter him from- well, anything. Especially not something nice like this.

But the rest of it… heh. There
was that confidence- good for Kormac. Dinnau smirked just slightly, then
shrugged and climbed into Kormac’s lap again, wanting the warmth back. “Yes,
sir.”

Oh- that got a response. A rather
startled look, then a vaguely more confident expression as Kormac settled him
more firmly into place and held him close. Cute. How a man heavier than him was
‘cute’, Dinnau had no idea, but… heh. It worked.

Now… awkward sputtering aside,
there was a warm object and a bowl of stew to enjoy. Taking the liberty of
shifting until he was comfortable again, Dinnau set the bag of sand under his
(still icy) feet, then sighed and stared down at the bowl in a short attempt to
summon an appetite. Nothing. And he hadn’t eaten in… quite awhile, probably
days, so he should… probably be hungry. Had been hungry, before, when he hadn’t
been using his power this much… maybe this was a consequence.

Did he need to eat at all, then?
Hm- probably sometimes, he’d needed to tighten his belt a few times before,
but…

Oh, fine. It wouldn’t hurt him to
eat something, and this did smell nice. Nor could he bring himself to mind the
order- it was out of concern for him, not a feeling of entitlement to his time
or cooperation.

Kormac stayed fairly stiff at first,
uncertain if he’d crossed a line somewhere by giving orders, but relaxed as
Dinnau complied. No, it didn’t seem like Dinnau was angry. Or… anything but
relaxed, actually, he was eating. Slowly, but that seemed to be the usual.
Dinnau never ate quickly, seeming to prefer leisurely, small meals over faster,
filling ones if they were low on time. Odd, but it made some amount of sense in
context.

This time, though? This time, Dinnau
was going to eat this entire bowl of stew, at least if Kormac had anything to
say about it, and Kormac had several things to say about it.

It didn’t end up being difficult to
get Dinnau to eat, though. Which was fortunate. Kormac probably wouldn’t have been
able to muster the gumption to put considerable effort into something so far
above his station as ordering around the
man who had saved all of existence several times over. Giving orders to
anyone felt strange, and Dinnau… Dinnau should have been in charge of things.
He certainly shouldn’t have been… calling Kormac “sir”. And Kormac should not have been enjoying that little word
as much as he was.

But he managed not to make a big
deal of it- or any deal, really, he didn’t respond in any way. Not on purpose,
at least.

And that was just how it went.

Dinnau gradually finished off the
stew, then set the bowl aside and snuggled back into Kormac’s frame, drowsy and
finally starting to warm up properly. Sighing softly, he turned to the side and
hummed gently to Kormac, shifting around until he was comfortable. But… this
wouldn’t be for Kormac, not for long.

“Kormac, this is very comfortable,
but… I am going to fall asleep very soon. You should… probably lie down. Get
comfortable. That is an order… I am not about to let you make yourself
uncomfortable on my behalf.”

“Understood,” Kormac whispered,
moving carefully so as not to dump Dinnau out of his lap, and got comfortable
on the rug in front of the fireplace. It could have been very awkward to lie
with another person like this, but
Dinnau looked half-asleep, and Kormac wasn’t about to do anything that would
potentially get him woken up. He was just going to play along with whatever
Dinnau wanted so that the necromancer would sleep
properly for once.

And because… because it was very
nice, once he pulled the blankets up over them both.

Dinnau muttered something indistinct
and thankful, nuzzling into Kormac’s chest without any hint of shame, and
pressed as close as he could get. Humming gently, he put an arm over the
Templar’s frame, thoroughly enjoying the warmth and more than enjoying the fact
that Kormac was actually relaxing against
him. That was good- some contact would probably be good for Kormac.

Well. Kormac was now lying in front
of a fireplace, shirtless, covered in blankets, with a man in his undershorts pressing against him. This was… wow. Okay. Far,
far too nice, bordering on sinful if
not for how much good it was doing Dinnau. Because, importantly, Dinnau was warm, had just eaten, and was falling
asleep.

Perfect.

He fell asleep like that, holding
Dinnau close, and it was amazing.

 

Waking up like that was also amazing.
And warm.

Too
warm in one particular place, though. Silently cursing and trying to figure
out how to get away well enough to not disrupt Dinnau, Kormac slowly started to
move away, then stilled when Dinnau clung tighter. Okay, that- that was an
issue, because he needed to get away and do something about this, but Dinnau
really didn’t want him to-

Dinnau cracked open one eye, but
didn’t bother to take his face out of Kormac’s chest, just spoke loudly enough
to be heard. “Kormac, stop… I am not afraid of your dick.”

More sputtering. Cute. Dinnau
smirked against Kormac’s chest, then exhaled deeply and drifted off again, not
having fully woken up in the first place. He’d just… sleep. And enjoy the
warmth.

Wasn’t like offering to help Kormac
with that little ‘problem’ would get a positive reaction. Otherwise he might
have stayed awake. But… no. Maybe some time later.

Hopefully some time later.