Disclaimer: I own the plot…and the twisted imagination.

Author's note: I actually got a holiday drabble out BEFORE the holiday it's for…I'm so proud of myself. And it's short…sappy and contains my personal OT3 which is Laxus x Freed x Bixlow. I don't know why I love these guys together, I just do. So it goes here because it contains Laxus and Freed…so meh. Warnings include nothing more harmful to your sensibilities than kissing…because what is Christmas without Mistletoe? *coughs* Anyway, read if you'd like and enjoy. I certainly enjoyed writing it.

Mistletoe

"Are you sure we can't just…"

"No," Laxus interrupts the same question Bixlow had posed for the past ten minutes, "No, we are NOT pushing Elfman and Evergreen under the mistletoe."

The Seith mage crosses his arms and pouts. "Why not? It's not like EVERYONE doesn't know they're dating…no matter WHAT they say to the contrary."

Laxus groans before rubbing his face. "Bixlow, I realize that they're kind of being silly…more Evergreen than Elfman but honestly, I'm not dealing with how she reacts if someone is stupid enough to pull such a stunt so let it go. Besides, this holiday is enough of a mess."

"Aww, someone's not festive."

Laxus glares at him. "I have NEVER liked Christmas and I don't intend on starting NOW. This whole season just makes my head hurt and don't get me started on the damn mistletoe. It's bad enough having to walk around the damn Guild Hall to avoid the plant."

"Well, yeah, I can see that but still…it's the spirit of things, Laxus. And if you have to walk under it just make sure there's no one around."

The blond gives him a look that clearly states he'd already figured that before deciding that he didn't need to continue the irritating conversation and focuses on his eggnog instead. On the blond's other side, Freed finds himself trying really hard not to chuckle softly. It never failed that the two of them were entertaining during this holiday. Bixlow was entirely TOO cheerful and Laxus hated the season. It left him and Evergreen in the middle though Evergreen seemed to slide towards Laxus' side of the spectrum while Freed secretly LIKED the holiday like Bixlow.

He glances down at what he was working on before vanishing it. It was practically done and he was wanting to enjoy the atmosphere and not making his eyes cross anymore due to numbers. Taking a sip of the eggnog, he can't resist the soft sigh of pleasure at it. It was definitely one of his favorite things about the holidays. That and Christmas cookies. He spent way too much time in the Guild kitchen with Mira these days baking but it was fun…and what was better was being able to take a few. It was for tasting purposes, of course. "You almost sound like Bixlow, you know," Laxus comments .

"You can't argue that eggnog is a GOOD part of the season," he replies glancing at him, "Considering that I think it's your fifth glass."

"Shut up," the blond mutters without any real heat.

Freed smiles. "Yes, Laxus," he murmurs playfully, "Whatever you say, oh Thunder God, sir." He hears Bixlow snicker from the other side and grins.

"You're both ridiculous this time of year," the blond states though it was obvious to BOTH that the edges of his lips were curving up ever so slightly.

"You could do with some cheer at this point, grumpy dragon slayer."

"There is nothing wrong with my lack of holiday spirit. The Guild has enough of it to go around," he retorts dryly, "and I'm not even remotely talking about the two of YOU. You are in classes all your own."

Freed snorts. "Well, considering that you and Evergreen aren't exactly fans of the season someone in the group has to be."

Laxus glances at him. "Bixlow isn't enough? And don't get me started on his souls and their ideas of singing carols randomly…just DON'T."

Freed can't help laughing at that because it was highly entertaining to watch them do that. The scowl leveled at him just makes him laugh harder which he was sure was getting them looked at because it wasn't often that he was so entirely amused at things. "Seriously? Freed…" the other mutters pressing the cup to his lips to hide his grin at the sight of the male laughing like he was. Honestly, he might dislike the fuss of the holidays but…he didn't mind his team's enjoyment of it half as much as he said he did. And personally, it WAS amusing to watch the totems float around singing. Hell, they sounded better than half the guild anyway…which was saying something.

Bixlow grins watching Freed laugh. It wasn't often that the other let himself relax far enough to be so amused but considering the holiday, the other lost some of that reserved façade he wore around the other members of the guild and they got a glimpse of the warm, loving rune mage the tribe knew well. As he sits however, he hears softly, "You might want to look up." He looks at the totem floating by him curiously. "Please…just…look up."

He does so before stilling at the sight. He would bet anything that what was there hadn't been there when they'd sat down together. A quick scan of the room and an amused smirk from a certain Iron Dragon Slayer and Bixlow KNEW who the culprit was. "So…uhh, Laxus, about Christmas traditions…" he starts conversationally.

"What about them?"

"Considering your view on the holidays…do you hold to them?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Call it…curiosity."

"I call complete BS on that, Bix. Do you want to try again?"

"Say…theoretically there is mistletoe above us."

"There wasn't as of thirty minutes ago."

"Say there is NOW…"As he watches the blond looks up at the same time Freed does and both go still.

"Theoretically, huh?"the blond asks voice suddenly tight.

"I am pretty sure I KNOW who put it there, too."

"So am I," Laxus retorts, "and I'm about to turn him into a lightning rod."

"I would say something like 'ít's in the spirit of the season' but I'm pretty sure that would just end up with me electrocuted along with him."

"You'd be right though I'm not sure it would do much to your already spiky hair."

Freed isn't sure what possesses him to say, "So…you never did answer Bixlow's question about your idea of Christmas traditions…and fulfilling them."

Laxus stares at him. "Did you just…Never mind, I know you did." He glances back up at the damned plant before groaning softly. "I would refuse…however, I'm pretty sure that it's only going to get worse in that case."

"But then…technically…the three of us are under it…aren't we?" Bixlow asks.

"You just figured that out did you?" Laxus asks dryly.

"Well, I mean…it could always be worse," Bixlow responds, "You could be stuck under it with say…Ichiya?"

Laxus shudders. "Please do not EVER repeat that…because I think I'm going to have nightmares for life of having to kiss him."

Freed grimaces. "That would…be a rather unfortunate set of circumstances wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, I would think so," Laxus retorts before grimacing, "So let's deal with the situation as it stands NOW before this gets entirely out of hand."

"I could just make it go away," Freed tells him, "If it's that repulsive a thought, Laxus." He is glad that he manages to hide the disappointment because honestly, he didn't want to give away how much he wanted a chance to kiss the other.

The blond glances at him before shaking his head. "Nah, it's alright. I'll live since I'm pretty sure kissing the both of you isn't fatal."

"What's the worst you'll catch; a case of Christmas cheer? Would that be so bad?" Bixlow teases.

Laxus stares at him a moment before stating, "Kiss Freed first while I fight down the urge to fling my magic at you, Bix."

Bixlow snorts before rising and walking around to Freed who was pretty sure the entire Guild was staring at them…and probably with good reason. He stares up at the other before coloring slightly. "Remind ME to trap him in some really irritating runes."

"I'll just have my babies follow him around for a day or two singing the most annoying carol I can think of."

Freed grins. "Sounds like a plan."

"Thought you'd approve," he murmurs before cupping the others face up and leaning down pressing his mouth against his finding that Freed definitely tasted sweet and takes the opportunity given to slip his tongue between the others lip to taste him mixed with the eggnog he'd been drinking and it was a very NICE combination.

Freed hadn't expected to enjoy being kissed by Bixlow quite THIS much and is a little embarrassed with how hot he feels his face when the other pulls back or the fact that he was breathing a little bit erratically. It definitely isn't helped by the wicked grin the other flashes at him. "My, aren't you just sweet, Freed-baby."

He finds himself flushing darker at the snickers and catcalls that follow this. "Handle Laxus," he mutters.

That earns a snort from the blond who was not going to EVER reveal he'd found the sight even the least bit enthralling. "Handle me, right," he comments before smirking at the Seith mage and startling him as he reaches up and tangling his hand in the others short spiky locks and jerks him to his mouth claiming it almost hard enough to bruise. The soft sound of shock grants him the ability to lay claim and he does so with great relish jerking the male hard against him.

Bixlow's senses reel hard at Laxus' actions and he wasn't sure WHERE the other had learned to be so damned aggressive but it was doing things to him he was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to as heat sparks hard. It wasn't like kissing Freed hadn't already gotten his stomach tying itself in knots and this wasn't helping at all. Being released, he finds himself struggling to catch his breath flushing at the rather satisfied smirk that crosses his team leader's face. "You might want to let him sit before you do that to him," he manages, "Or I think he's gonna end up on the floor."

Freed watches the blond just look MORE amused at that and feels his skin heat up more at the thought that he was finally going to get a chance to know what it was like to be kissed by Laxus. He doesn't really have long to get a hold of things before Laxus has pushed him up against the bar and pressed his mouth to him with all the force and violence that was his magic and temperament. Freed's senses reel violently and he finds his fingers clutching the others fur-lined coat as his lips part, as the other lays a violent claim to his mouth stealing his breath and very nearly his soul all at once. All he could get his frazzled mind to come up with in that moment was how much he loved both mistletoe and Gajeel's mischief.