Disclaimer: The wonderful goddess of CLAMP own these characters, not me.
Kamui was seething. He had every right to seethe, considering Fuuma had shoved snow down his shirt. It was cold. And wet. And damn it, what happened to the snowball fight? They were all supposed to be having a snowball fight! But no, Subaru just had to be all cute and distract Seishirou. And now they were cuddling on the freaking park bench while Kamui had to deal with Fuuma. A very persistent Fuuma, who kept trying to tackle Kamui into the snow and stick snow down his pants. At least, that's what Kamui thought he was trying to do, considering they were having a snowball fight and there shouldn't be and other reason Fuuma would be trying to get his hand down his pants.
Subaru guessed their time out in the snow was just about up. While he and Seishirou were enjoying themselves, Kamui was probably soaked and ready to kill Fuuma. "Damn it, Fuuma! Get your hand out of my pants! It's cold!" Despite looking a great deal like his twin, Subaru tried to pretend he didn't know the shouting boy on the snow-covered ground as a mother shot them a dirty look and then quickly took her children away. Kamui's face flushed red. Opinion was divided on whether it was from embarrassment (unlikely), anger (Subaru), or from whatever Fuuma's hand was doing down his pants (Seishirou).
Subaru, predicting an explosion of anger, decided to make a quick get-away with Seishirou. They escaped just in time to miss Kamui's eyes flash from violet to gold and, with a surge of power, send Fuuma flying. Kamui quickly stood up and began brushing snow off his body. "Subaru, I'm cold and wet, so let's go." Receiving no response, Kamui looked up only to find no Subaru anywhere in sight. He couldn't believe it. Subaru had left him behind! To fraternize with the enemy, no less! Pouting, Kamui started to make his way toward the park exit. He was stopped by a pair of arms suddenly lifting him up bridal-style. About to question what the hell Fuuma was doing, Kamui lifted his head only to be met by another pair of lips. The vampire blinked in bewilderment as Fuuma pulled away. "Eh? What was that for?" Fuuma grinned, "There's mistletoe on the light post." Kamui gave him a strange look. "…What the hell is mistletoe?" Fuuma's answer was to lean down for another taste.
Thank you for reading this! It's only my third fanfic, and Fuuma was kinda hard to write (even though there wasn't too much of him). If you liked it, please review!