Title: Mistletoe

Summary: Rabi gets Allen under the mistletoe. Christmasfic.

Rating: PG-13

Content: Cuteness between two cute boys.

Genre: Romance

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As Allen walked down the hallway to his room, his footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, drowning out the faint hum of The Carol of the Bells from upstairs. He stared at the garlands and lights decorating every corner of headquarters with something akin to apathy. Christmastime wasn't the greatest time of year for Allen. He found himself saddened at the sight of such jolly going-ons, even though he knew he shouldn't feel that way. It was the memory of Mana, he supposed, that made him hide away from the twinkling lights and eggnog every year.

Turning the corner, Allen ran straight into something solid that sent him falling backwards toward the ground. A pair of arms caught him around the waist before Allen went very far.

"Whoa! Are you okay there, Allen?"

Allen unscrewed his eyes and looked up at the owner of the voice. Rabi stared back at him with his one green eye behind a white trim. It took Allen a moment to realize that a gaudy Santa hat covered his red hair. It took him another moment to realize that Rabi was practically holding him.

"I-I'm fine," Allen replied, his face hot as he removed himself from Rabi's hold.

"Heh, sorry about that," Rabi said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wasn't looking where I was going, I guess."

"No. It's my fault. Sorry," Allen managed to get out, not looking at him.

"Why aren't you at the party?" he asked.

Rabi was always the one for conversation, and that was something Allen didn't want right now.

"I'm kind of tired. I was just going to go to bed," Allen lied easily, but before Rabi could figure that out he asked: "Why aren't you at the party?"

"I just escaped from Ebenezer Scrooge. What kind of cruel man would make me work on Christmas?" Rabi whined, looking pathetic enough that Allen actually felt bad for him.

"Well. I won't keep you, then. Go on and go," Allen said, before adding, "and Merry Christmas."

"You're really not coming?" Rabi asked, as Allen started walking again toward his room.

"Nah. Go on and have fun," was Allen's answer.

"Wait," Rabi said, catching his wrist.

Allen looked down at his hand curiously and then turned his gaze to Rabi's face.

"What?" Allen asked.

Rabi gave him a smile and pointed up. Allen's eyes flickered upward for a second. Mistletoe. He felt his face get hot again.

"Mistletoe," Rabi said, as if he didn't know.

"What about it?" asked Allen.

Rabi made a kissy face at him and Allen shoved him away.

"Are you drunk?" Allen asked, a little meanly.

"Not yet," he replied with a lazy grin.

Allen rolled his eyes.

"Good night, Rabi," he said, moving to leave.

But Rabi's grip on his wrist didn't lessen and before Allen knew it, he was spun around and pressed up against the taller Exorcist's body. Allen was just about to ask what Rabi thought he was doing, but he stopped. There was something intense in Rabi's only visible green eye that silenced Allen.

"I wasn't kidding…about the mistletoe," Rabi said quietly.

Then Rabi's lips were on his, sending a warmth through Allen's body that he had never felt before. And he wasn't sure when it happened, but Allen found his arms had wrapped around Rabi's neck and he kissing him back.

Maybe Christmas wasn't so bad after all.

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A short little fic. If you'd like to see more (and see the rating skyrocket) just leave

me a review and I'll post a little more before the 25th of December.

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