Of Candy Canes and Mistletoes

For Teaghan

"To be honest- I find it very unappealing that this particular holiday was sprouted from the concept of celebration over the inconceivable birth of your 'lord and savior'," is one of the many complaints the troll brings up. Although he does have a point, it somewhat dampens the mood when someone incessantly points flaws out.

Still, you can't help the humored smile as you finally pin the last bit of tapestry just below the ceiling. By this point, you've decorated Karkat's small room to being different shades of green, red, gold, and silver, and it looks very reminiscent of Christmas' back home. It all makes your heart feel warm.

"Don't be such a wound up asshole, Karkat! This is supposed to be a joyous holiday!" You press him, although grinning at the familiar behavior. Upon hopping down to the floor and observing the room like an admiring artist, you move to turn on the radio to some holiday tunes. "I- don't want a lot for Christmas~" Your voice isn't all that marvelous, but you know Karkat doesn't care. "There is just one thing I need~"

"Oh my god, you are a pansy," he mutters in a grumble, cheeks filling in color when you suddenly encapsulate him in your arms and dance clumsily along with the song. You were always the kind of person that was able to summon joy to even the most disheartened; it was a skill that Jade helped you become familiar with. However, there was also a darker side, one that always seemed to dig its little head in whenever you were feeling just peachy keen.

This time, it came about as you were marveling over the pine tree in the corner of the room. It looked perfect, lights strung nicely, ornaments even, and star perched on top. But it shouldn't be perfect. It should be lop-sided, with broken branches and shitty homemade ornaments, strung with popcorn on a string instead of lights. The star on top shouldn't be perched, but leaning on a few branches, because your father would have you straddling his shoulders to do the final touch.

Your father…

"John?" You didn't realize you had been bawling until Karkat was holding your face, whispering sweet phrases as he wiped tears away with his thumb. "You thinking about your human lusus again-?"

You nod, smiling despite the tears that coat your face and then Karkat's shoulder when you nuzzle into him. "Yeah- Christmas with him was always special, shitty fruit cake and all. We'd bake cookies and make gingerbread houses every year…" With a sudden desire, you lift back and ask expectantly, "Can we bake cookies, Karkat?"

He smiles back crookedly, not understanding what the hell you're talking about, and laughs. "Yeah, sure."

.

With just a few more dabs of frosting, it was done. You grinned widely, front teeth prominent as always, as you observed the finished masterpiece: a two story gingerbread house, with gumdrops as accents, and a little gingerbread man in front with a big smile. It was perfect.

Then there was Karkat's. Not quite a house, but a gingerbread teepee, and a gingerbread man leaning in front of its entrance in a slump. He had been trying to glue the gumdrop to the teepee's top with frosting for the past few minutes.

"Yours looks- really nice, Karkat!" You tried complimenting truthfully, although your giggly voice clearly gave away your fib.

"Shut your whore mouth, Egbert. I'm trying…" the troll grumbled back, pinching the drop hard enough to pop out of his grip and land onto the floor. "Shit turds!"

"Shit turds?" You laugh grandly, Karkat moving on to try and clean off the gumdrop of floor remnants. It is at that moment that you think of an exquisite prank, and you scramble to find a certain box in your storage closet. You find it in no time and find Karkat to still be trying to fix his 'house'. Since he's distracted, you take out the little bundle of green and fly upward to pin it on the ceiling.

He, of course, questions what the hell you're doing when you land in your seat, but you only point up and answer back, "Under the mistletoe, Karkat. That means you gotta kiss me!" Karkat develops this sort of horrified look, and it's hilarious! What a prank, just look at his face! But it's the full burst of red on his cheeks that is the most humorous after you've chastely pressed your lips against his own. It was all for the sake of pranking, you would swear on your nanna's grave, even if it was first-handedly observed, and EVEN IF someone would bring up the sloppy makeouts that ensued.

In time, you break away from him, he being breathless with you suspiciously full lunged. His flushed expression is both hilarious and erotic, and the way it morphs to mild annoyance when you offer him a candy cane just makes you giggle. He says it 'breaks the intimately flushed mood, you dumbass', but all you coax back with is, "Come on, you'll like it!"

Then here's the catch. He doesn't just take the candy cane, oh no, he licks it up all sweet and slow first, and then he sucks it into his mouth, all while you're still holding the damn thing! This time, it's your turn to go red in the face, and you can't help but nudge the minty treat deep into the troll's mouth, just to watch him swallow around it. Karkat grunts and looks at you with glowering eyes, allowing you to nearly thrust the candy down his throat. You think about going all Lady and the Tramp on him and licking up at the other end, but decide against it so you could watch him instead.

It all goes down the drain when he growls then and cracks the damn thing in half with sharpened teeth.

"Eep!" You jerk away, nearly falling onto your ass. "What the hell, Karkat?! You wouldn't just bite a dick like that, would you?!"

He gets flushed. "It isn't my fault that you come in your pants whenever you shove a phallic shaped object into some guy's mouth!" He accuses back, looking away quickly enough so you don't quite catch his arousal-striken face.

"Sorry, then…" You turn away as well, trying to tell your hard on to tame itself. This kind of a situation is hard to get through, and every time they come up, it gets harder to control. You see, Karkat and yourself had been going through a sort of ping pong flirting game, passing around the ball to each other at the proposition of this whole 'matesprites' thing. However, it was the division of species that was getting in the way, the unsure attitude, the concern, the questioning, the disbelief.

"It's fine-" he grunts and turns back towards you. "Look, I'm sorry for the sudden change of heart, okay? I was- was actually thinking…"

You turn back at the trailing of his words, wide eyed, confused, yet excited. He goes silent, and you move in, "You were thinking? Did you want to-?"

Karkat swallows, red once more along his cheeks. "I was considering it!" Then there's silence once more, neither of you wanting to risk any sort of speaking perhaps ruining the moment. "I mean- there wouldn't be any take backsies or some shit like that, if we did."

"Yeah, you're right," you agree, nodding slowly, shyly. "There isn't really all that much at stake though, is there?" Well, you could ruin a whole friendship because of it, but you don't mention it. "I mean, I wouldn't take it back…"

Karkat stares at you oddly, offly, as if he's questioning your truthfulness of such a statement. "You wouldn't?"

"I wouldn't." You respond.

And he looks a bit better at that. In fact, wow, he even grins slightly. "I- wouldn't either."

.

It's weird, shaky, and rather uncomfortable at certain points, but you wouldn't have it any either way. Because it slowly morphs, moving gentle and easy, on trembling elbows and sparse kisses. When you're bent over his back, balls deep in his nook, and with his bulge halfway tucked into your ass, you find out that you've always wanted to be with him like this.

He gives these odd croaks, no matter which way you twitch your hips, that really boost your ego. Then again, maybe you're both inexperienced, because just having that weird, slimy, alien dick in you is enough to have you nearly cumming.

You give minute twitches into him, somewhat off and lacking, but it brings Karkat to twitter and purr, backing his hips against you, bulge trying to slither deeper inside of you. It just slightly grazes your prostate, and you're in heaven. Your hips jerk forward once again, driving deep inside the troll beneath you, and he gives a garbled moan before you feel his material dripped down onto your pelvis, even more of it shooting up into your ass. And you howl at that, giving off your release into his nook and collapsing on top of him with a choked yelp.

It probably didn't last more than ten minutes, but neither of you complain in the slightest. In fact, you probably have the silliest grin ever, and Karkat is panting with a satisfied expression in place. "Wow- that certainly was a gift that keeps on giving!" Karkat can only look over his shoulder to glare at you for such an idiotic statement.