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A/N: Written for the Great ItaShi Advent Calendar over on LJ's bitter_nakano. Enjoy!
Unnecessary Greenery
"Shisui."
"Yes?"
Listening to his cousin attempt to sound innocent was rather like listening to Genghis Khan attempt the same thing. It just didn't work. Mostly because Shisui was never, in fact, innocent.
"I allowed you to do the Christmas decorating on the condition that you would not go overboard."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Shisui protested. "Let's get this straight. First off, you 'allowed' me because you knew I'd just go ahead and do it anyway if you said no."
Itachi was forced to concede the point.
"And secondly," the older male continued, "this is not going overboard. This is just me making sure you can't avoid getting into the spirit."
"All you want is an excuse," Itachi responded a half second before the words 'bad idea' finished computing in his mind.
Sure enough, Shisui grinned. It was the grin that tended to give Itachi the feeling he was about to be toyed with and eaten by a very sly and irritatingly attractive cat.
And much like a cat (Itachi had been unable to help noticing it over the years), Shisui had a bizarre ability to be able to purr when he wanted to. Like now.
"I'm not hearing any objections…"
Itachi swallowed. Maintain composure.
"C'mon," Shisui coaxed. "You should get out of the hallway. You look cold."
"I'm fine," Itachi replied stubbornly.
Shisui examined his fingernails, managing to look perfectly casual aside from the omnipresent and extremely wicked grin. "It's warmer in here, you know."
Maintain composure. Maintain…
"Much warmer."
…Screw it.
"…I have one question."
"Mm?"
Itachi raised an eyebrow and pointed to the green sprig of Christmassy plant life dangling over both of their heads. He then gestured to the matching plants inside the apartment, of which there were plenty.
"Every doorframe, Shisui? Really?
"And over every cushy surface," Shisui confirmed shamelessly. "Just in case."
At which point he promptly leaned over, kissed Itachi on the lips, and proceeded to yank him into the apartment.
The door slammed shut and dislodged the sprig of mistletoe, leaving it to drift to the rug out in the hallway. Which was fine.
In all honesty, it probably hadn't been necessary in the first place.