It was these nights that he felt like Paul. Not muad'dib, or the kwizatz haderach.. Just... Paul. The nights where he held his boyfriend close without a worry in the world.

He had just come home from Arrakis, back to Caladan.. He had missed his home, truly.. But God, he hadn't realized how used to the scalding heat he had gotten..

He had changed, now clad in a soft shirt and trousers, a far contrast from his stillsuit and cloak. He ran a hand through his now messy locks, sighing. The trip had been a long one.

And as much as he loved the chill weather of Caladan, he seemed to feel the cold in his bones, through his skin and into his soul...

He padded into the room, not surprised to find his boyfriend curled up asleep. He smiled softly, quietly pulling back the blankets and crawling in next to him.

His cold, slightly trembling hands slid under the man's shirt, searching for body heat to leech from him.

Once he found a bit of warm flesh, he pressed closer into him, letting his hands wander across the expanse of his stomach and chest.

He tucked his head into the crook of his shoulder, closing his eyes with a relaxed sigh as he attempted to warm up.

As his hands roamed, they came across a few small scars and nicks, raised over the smooth skin. He traced over each and every one, his mouth moving to place warm kisses on his lover. He was being incredibly soft and gentle, almost unnaturally so. A shiver ran through him, as he nuzzled close into his neck.

His body's trembling slowly calmed as he finally got warmer, the heat from his boyfriend's body chasing away the chill..

He tangled their legs together, intertwining them until he felt like they were locked together. He was basically trying to absorb his boyfriend into himself.

One of his hands moved to rest over the man's heart. He could feel the steady beat under his palm, and god, he found it to be one of the most soothing noises he had ever heard.

He felt his lover stir and he tightened his grip and whined, "No-" He drew it out like a petulant child