Warning: Shounen-ai. Short. Mistakes.

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Title: Cuddle and Warmth

Summary: Marco/Luffy fluff-ish maybe not really thing.

The night was impossibly clear and the seas pleasantly calm.

In the crows' nest on the infamous ship, Moby Dick was a blond and his smaller companion settled on his lap, head relaxed against a firm but warm chest.

"You should get to bed," the blond stated. But he didn't push him away, didn't unwrap his arms from around the boy's body. Instead he did the opposite.

"No, because it's lonely without Marco there," and Luffy just buried himself further into the blonds' chest, refusing to let go. Marco was alright with that.

"Wouldn't it be warmer there?" As a cool breezed pass them, he couldn't feel the chill to it, but his companion could as he shivered just the slightest. Goosebumps growing on his exposed skin.

"No, because it's warmer with Marco," which was a lie, but again he didn't push him away, didn't unwrap his arms around the other's body. Instead he did the opposite.

"Whatever you say, yoi." A smile was spreading over his lips as he leaned his face into messy black hair.

A yawn spread Luffy mouth wide, settling just a little more comfortably. "Love you," was the last thing he whispered before he fell asleep completely. A content smile splayed across his lips.

His lips turned up at the corner, "Love you too."

THE END