#romaport

He was thankful that his choice of extra pillowing and places for napping wasn't questioned, as he started to build up more and more piles of blankets and pillows around the interior of the temple he resided in. He had realized he couldn't flop down on the floor and pretend to be asleep. Chaos knew him better than that, he would know that Sea was picky with where he slept and would only sleep on the softest of surfaces, with many blankets. It was a habit kept from when he burrowed into sand and kelp to sleep. 

One time he was asked about why there were so many sleeping spots around his temple. There was one in every room by then. “Sometimes I do not feel like returning all the way to my quarters to sleep,” Sea reasoned, and it was never asked about again. Thank goodness for his reputation of being lazy. 

So every time as soon as he felt Chaos slip into his realm, he would burrow into one of the piles of blankets and pillows, making sure to leave his neck and shoulders exposed. Chaos sometimes liked to wake him up with a light nip. Though it seemed like today he wanted to do something different, as he instead slipped into Sea's burrow of blankets to lay on top of him surprisingly calmly. Beautiful, unpredictable Chaos. How Sea loved him. 

Chaos played with the dangling pieces of sea glass hanging from his ear piercing. “I know you're awake.”

“I am not.”

Sea heard an amused snort come from Chaos, and he peeked an eye open to look over his shoulder at him. “Perhaps a kiss will--” Sea cut himself off with a yelp as Chaos chomped down on his shoulder, pointy teeth and all. He could feel a bit of his divine blood beading at the surface. 

“You shark,” he whined, feigning hurt. “What was that for?”

Chaos pressed a light kiss to his shoulder, as if that would make the wound heal any faster. “For thinking you could trick me when you were smiling like an idiot.”

“Can you blame me? It is not often my favorite mischief maker comes and visits me.” 

Chaos trailed his fingers along Sea's jaw, and Sea easily tilted his head up into the touch, not unlike a cat. “Favorite, huh?” Chaos mused, the words rolling off of his tongue languidly. “I think I like the sound of that, kelp.”

“Yes, my favorite.” Sea's eyes closed. He was completely wrapped around Chaos’ finger. “My favorite mischief maker, my favorite bed warmer, my favorite trickster, my favorite god. I wouldn't have it any other way.”

Chaos tsked and drew his hand away from the petting. “Is that all?”

“I can go on for all day, but…” Sea flipped over underneath him so they were face to face, and he gave him a grin as he wrapped his arms around him. “...I would rather show you."