Staring out into the distance, Ritsuka sat on the edge of Soubi's bed, trying to ignore the humming of 'Jingle Bells' emitting from Youji's mouth. Natsuo joined in by singing the words, together making chorus of the cheery song.
Ritsuka grew angry and annoyed, rising to his feet, and opening his mouth, "Would you two cut it out?!" He turned on his heels, covering his ears, (which was pointless, seeing as the startled couple stopped instantly), and started for the door out to the cold. As he was almost to it, the door knob jiggled a little and the door swung open, letting in the tall blonde.
Soubi had three bags held under one arm, and a case of caned beer in the other hand, quickly racing into the warm home. He stopped in his tracks, shutting the door behind him, quite confused with how Ritsuka was standing.
The teenager dropped his arms from covering his ears and the cold breeze from the closing door made his skin get goose bumps. Soubi took off his scarf and coat, slipped off his shoes, and never once looked away from Ritsuka's eyes.
"Something wrong?" Soubi finally spoke up, after the long moments of silence.
"Oh, no. I was just getting annoyed with," he turned his head, sending a death glare in the direction of Youji and Natsuo, who were sitting before the T.V., "their merriness."
Soubi shook his head, picking up the bags from the floor, and making his way towards the fridge. Youji turned away from the Television.
"It's not my fault you're so 'bah-humbug' lately!" Youji retorted, picking up the controller to the game, and hitting the 'On' switch.
"I'm not "bah-humbug", I'm just tired of your singing of stupid songs. They do get annoying after awhile." Ritsuka crossed his arms, taking his leave from the living room area, over to Soubi's side in the kitchen.
Soubi only adverted his eyes, to look at his young Sacrifice.
"Ritsuka, I must admit," Soubi picked out one of the vegetables in the bag and began cutting off it's peel, "that you've gotten angry since yesterday. You seem to do this every year... You're cheerful until your birthday comes around, then on the 22nd, you become unhappy. I understood the year before last, Seimei 'stopped by', and last year, when your cake fell on the floor, but what is it this year?"
Soubi leaned in closer, his soft lips kissing Ritsuka's ear lobe.
"Did I not do a good job last night?" A sad, but evil smile tugged at Soubi, but he restrained it. "I should have given you two blow jobs last night, I'm sorry."
Ritsuka's face turned a deep red and he pushed Soubi's face away.
"No! You did fine," Ritsuka turned away, keeping his face hidden. "I j-just don't like Christmas, that's all." Ritsuka shook the images of Soubi and last night away, trying not to groan. He almost said, 'even though another one would have been nice,' but he kept those wishful thoughts to himself.
"Oh, why is that?" Soubi asked, now cutting the vegetable into thin slices.
"I don't know... I guess Christmas was just something I spent with mother and father..." Ritsuka looked down, "and unfortunately Seimei." He added.
"I see." Soubi showed no emotion towards those words, keeping his feelings to himself. He tossed the slices into a bowl, washing them off under the warm water from the sink.
"D-don't take that the wrong way, Soubi!" Ritsuka quickly reacted to what he said, "I mean, I love spending Christmas with you, but I miss them sometimes, that's all." Ritsuka rocked back and forth on his toes. "However, you give me presents that they can't." He whispered erotically, making Soubi almost cut himself rather than the next vegetable.
With that, Ritsuka walked away, sitting behind Youji and Natsuo as they played their video games.
I know, short, but hey. At least I wrote something, right? It's always open for another chapter, right? I'm not promising anything, but I have Nina telling me that I should make another. Blah blah blah. I'll think about it. til next time!