Summary: M-21 walks in to see Takeo and Tao kissing under the mistletoe.

Contains Tao/Takeo to trioship

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Walk In

By Dark Ice Dragon

There was an unfamiliar scent in the air as M-21 changed his shoes, being the last one in since he'd closed the door. Takeo and Tao had already entered and someone had made a soft sound of surprise at something.

There hadn't been anything else after that so M-21 hadn't worried about it or investigated – he'd find out soon enough anyway.

His slippers on, M-21 walked out and-

Oh.

Takeo and Tao were standing just before the living room, kissing.

That hadn't been any of the possibilities M-21 thought he would see and he glanced away. They'd probably thought they'd have more time before he came out. That must have been the reason for the sound of surprise too.

A flash of green caught M-21's eye and he focused on that instead. It was too high for one of the usual decorations and it wouldn't be dirt or else Frankenstein would have cleaned it away already.

It had green leaves and white berries.

Ah. Mistletoe. That explained it.

The two broke apart, Tao grinning and Takeo smiling.

"When did you put it up?" Takeo asked, wry.

"Me?" Tao pointed to his own chest. "Nope, I'm not the culprit this time. I think it's him who did it."

…That would explain why it wasn't gone yet.

"Are you two done?" M-21 asked. He didn't want to interrupt them if they weren't.

Takeo and Tao shared a glance. Tao nodded. "Mmhm."

"Though I think we might have one more," Takeo added and Tao lit up.

M-21's heart and stomach sank. So he was interrupting.

They stepped back, giving him space to walk through and M-21 hurried to leave so they could be alone.

Hands on his shoulders made him pause. No, it was arms, Takeo and Tao sliding their arms over his shoulders. What were they doing? They'd just said they'd wanted-

Warm lips on his cheeks. Both of them.

Uh.

M-21 wasn't sure where to turn so he stayed still until Tao chuckled, leaning his head on M-21's. "Heh. We said we were going to have one more," Tao murmured.

...Oh. M-21's cheeks heated, words not coming to him for once.

The arms didn't move from his shoulders – in fact, Takeo and Tao gave him a little squeeze.

"C'mon," Tao said, starting to guide them further into the house. "I think Boss is making stuff for dinner."

"He is," M-21 said, taking a deeper breath, smelling different spices than usual.

"Then we gotta help!" Tao let go so they could actually walk, taking his hand in his, Takeo doing the same.

M-21 didn't try to get out of their grip, not feeling the need nor want to.