Nightmares... 'Markimash'

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The next morning, Yami was surprisingly up before Mark. Neither of them were exactly 'early risers', but Yami usually slept later than his partner. Maybe it was because he hadn't quite adjusted to living in America just yet, or the fact seemed to be unbelievably hot, at least to him. It was still spring, and it was even raining outside, which should have made the house even cooler. But no, it was as if summer had come in uninvited and had taken up the whole damn house.

'Maybe the thermostat is broken...'

Yami thought to himself, pulling his trademark robe over his naked body, not even bothering to throw on boxers as he descended the stairs sleepily. Even wearing just the robe was getting to be too much for him. Yawning widely, Yami let the robe hang open, revealing his naked body to the empty apartment as he checked the thermostat. 

"Hm, according to Mawk, this is the normal temperature.... So why is it so hot in here...?"

"Sorry, that may be me."

Jumping nearly a foot out of his skin, Yami turned on his heels to face the direction in which the voice had come from. Sitting on his couch less than ten feet away was a man that he had never seen before. He quickly stood up, placing his hands in front of his in surrender, his eyes apologetic.

"I-I'm sorry, I tried knocking, but you guys were asleep, so I sorta slid under the door and waited for you to wake up. I kinda need you he-uh......"

The man trailed off as he eyes traveled downwards, which made Yami look down himself. His robe was still wide open, revealing all of his naked glory to the stranger, whose cheeks were almost as red as Yami's. 

"Uh, should I wake Mawk?"

Yami questioned, quickly trying up his robe, cutting off the view to the man, who seemed to snap out of his trance. 

"If he is the Sandman, then please, if you wouldn't mind."

Still blushing furiously, Yami ran back upstairs, making sure to double-knot his robe closed so that another incident wouldn't happen. Barging into the room, Yami ran up to Mark, shaking his lover until he was wide awake.

"Yami wha-a-what's goin' on?! What's wrong?"

"There's a guy in the living room who's asking for you. The Sandman you."

"Did you get a name?"

"No, I came to get you after he asked for you."

"Alright, lemme go kick the fuckers ass."

Mark grumbled, hopping out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweat pants as he stormed down the stairs, with Yami trailing close behind him. The man stood up at the sight of Mark, his body language flustered and his eyes searching for comfort. But Mark was too pissed to see it, so he simply walked up to the man, wrapping a hand around his throat as he pinned him to the wall.

"Who are you and how the fuck did you get into our home?" 

"You may not remember me, as Mother sent myself and three others to live with the seasons when we were all young. But, it's me, Fire, Sandman."

"Fire? Been a long time since I've even heard your name.."

"Well, in this life I go by Anthony, or Chilled, whichever you want."

"Chilled? How ironic, since you are the opposite of cold."

Releasing his grip on Chilled's neck, Mark let the element fall to the ground, and the room seemed to cool slightly. Standing back up again, Chilled dusted off his clothes as he went back to the couch, as did Mark and Yami.