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I can hold you in my arms, and tell you it's alright.

Secret Santa, what a load of bullshit. Saruhiko couldn't have even cared less about it, let alone the holiday season. What was the point- in fact, why even bother? Of course Sceptor4 was all for it, wanting to give out gifts to their fellow peers, meanwhile the bluet wanted nothing to do with it. But of course, one annoying Captain wants 'full participation' and Saruhiko is tempted to shove his foot up his ass.

Unfortunately, that's not how the hierarchy works here.

He's staring at a piece of paper, trying to figure out what to write. Munakata had come by to tell his own office block that Secret Santa was going to pulled today- like a raffle. Everyone seemed excited although Saruhiko had immediately stated that he was not participating. Of course his Captain gave him one of those chilling smirks and immediately the bluet scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Once he was forcibly given a piece of paper, he was busy glaring at it. Awashima seemed to notice his apparent torture and she glanced over. "Having problems, Fushimi-kun?" Grumbling, he suppressed the urge to tell her to shove off, and instead decided to speak instead.

"I have nothing I want for Christmas." He replied, as he continued to glare at the blank piece of paper. "You don't have to write something of material possession- you can write a comment or thought. That way, the person may have an idea of what to get you." She replied, and Saruhiko continued to glare at the paper, clearly unhappy- but something seemed to strike him.

"Regardless, this is a waste of my time."

—-

Sometime later, Munakata had collected the little pieces of paper, Saruhiko was still grumbling about this ridiculous raffle. He had gotten Akiyama- apparently the guy wanted some sort of book. Whatever, he was getting whatever Fushimi decided to spend the smallest amount of money on, so he couldn't have cared less. His entire posture was just begging to leave, so when he turned he heard his name, and he froze up.

"Fushimi-kun, thank you for participating."

"You made me participate. Now if you'll excuse me, I was given overtime." He clicked, hiding his light pink face, and Munakata smirks to himself. What a pain indeed, although he knows that bluet has a lot of potential, and the fact that he can wield two auras benefits the Blues immensely. Quietly, he decided to see who he had obtained in this draw, and he's a bit shocked, before he's a bit amused.

I DON'T WANT ANYTHING.
-Fushimi Saruhiko

Of course he's stuck with the most difficult one of his entire building, the one who wants nothing for the holiday season. Not even food interests him, although Munakata isn't concerned with that. How could he be so apathetic- surely he was expecting "Misaki Yata" to be written everywhere. He was just about to fold away the paper, when he noticed the upper right hand corner- it was folded inwards. Curiously, he smoothed it out, revealing hidden words.

i just want to sleep again
I DON'T WANT ANYTHING.
- Fushimi Saruhiko

… Sleep? That didn't seem to make any sense to the Blue King. Saruhiko was a lethargic individual, and he seemed like the type that no matter, he could never get enough sleep. With a chuckle, he placed the paper in coat and decided to sit himself down, he needed to get some work done.

Hours later, Munakata felt as if he had practically dissipated all his work, and that felt very good. With a confident sigh, he decided to maybe crush himself some tea- although a ceremony this early in the morning would be… tedious. Sure, he enjoyed the work, but there would be no one to share it with. With a sigh, he stood himself up and decided for an early morning walk. It would be nice, without anyone else to bother him.

His casual stroll turned into more of a casual stare as he noticed something interesting- his vanguard asleep. On his desk- face practically buried in the mountain of work he had to do. So- why did he want more sleep, it made little sense to him. Munakata was just about to continue on, then something jumped out his skin.

Saruhiko's blood curdling scream filled the entire empty hallways, and Reisi felt like his heart had been kick started- and it was not a good feeling. All he could do is stare, body actually paralyzed as he watched his third in command suddenly thrash in his sleep, screams wracking his body and the jerking movements caused some papers to fall. It didn't even last for a minute, because he suddenly tipped to the side, which caused said vanguard to wake up- mid fall.

When he hit the ground, the entire building was quiet again. Reisi simply witnessed that apathetic, emotionless and irresponsible nineteen year old practically pounce under his desk, choking on what appeared to be tears. He was… crying. Legitimately crying. This surprised him more than it should- because that was not a nightmare, but a night terror. Something is clawing at his entire heart, and he actually has nothing to say- he's rendered speechless.

A thought ran through his mind- did Saruhiko always go through these? Is that why he craved sleep so much, because he could hardly attain it? Before the Blue King could even bother to answer the questions, suddenly that bluet crawled from underneath the wooden desk and casually stared picking up those papers, as if nothing had happened.

And suddenly, Munakata knows what to get him for Christmas.

—-

This was stupid, this was oh so stupid. Saruhiko was standing in the middle of some large gala, designed by the King of dramatics and long speeches, in a stupid suit and he vaguely wondered how he got sucked into working for an idiot like Munakata. Everyone is chatting, enjoying company and he just sits there, blinking and glancing at the clock every few seconds, somehow hoping that this entire festivity will just come to a close already.

After Munakata decides to talk for another twenty minutes about god knows what, suddenly the large event is pulled to an almost extravagant end. With a tired sigh, Saruhiko just decides his night right there: stalk home and perhaps go through a depressive phase, maybe see if he's even able to cry, fall asleep and be awoken by a nightmare and maybe eat some instant food.

Sounds like a decent night, and so he stands himself up, adjusting the folded down collar so it easily pops up- it's his signature in fashion currently. All of a sudden though, he's stopped by someone gently grabbing at his arm, and he forcefully moves his arm away- making sure that warm touch is gone. When the now slightly annoyed bluet turns around, he realizes who it is.

"Touchy, are we, Fushimi-kun?" Oh great, it was this guy.

"What do you want?" He bit, making sure to make a point that he was in no mood to be asked if he wanted to do overtime. Munakata simply sighed and instead made it seem like he was going to take something out of his pocket.

"I have yet to give you your gift from the Secret Santa raffle." Oh… oh. Saruhiko had thought someone had forgotten or lost his name, but the sudden amount of flattery that he felt was… weird. Sure, he probably deserved a gift, but he hadn't written anything on the ballot, just that he wanted sleep; and sleep was something Munakata couldn't get him.

"I told you I wanted nothing."

"I specifically remembering that you wrote that you wish to sleep. So, that's what we're going to do. Get your coat, meet me in the lobby in ten minutes." The Blue King simply ordered before he walked away, practically expecting Saruhiko to follow out at a later time and meet him.

Inside of Saruhiko's mind though, different thoughts were running through his head. Munakata wasn't a stupid individual, he was logical, so why was he being invited over to sleep with his boss? Was it in a platonic way, or would something else happen- a confession? Perhaps he was thinking too far into this, but nervous was starting to claw at him, and he managed to convince himself that they were going to speak about work. Yes, work.

Saruhiko met his apparently waiting Captain, and little was said on the drive home. The bluet didn't seem talkative anyway, and he really doesn't want to chat with Munakata right now. The last thing he needs is to be reprimanded, that could come later. He just prays that this does not take long.

Once they've arrived at a really nice looking home, Saruhiko is let in to said emptiness. In a way, he and the house connect- he's always alone in his apartment too. Slowly, the bluet seems to wonder if Munakata even spends time at home, although he's jolted from his thoughts when the Blue King casually locks the door and puts his small briefcase down.

"Now then, onto your gift." He replies, and he seems delighted with himself as he removes the tailored black suit jacket, placing it on some sort of coat hanger. Quietly, the King seems to make his way to Saruhiko, removing the others very similar jacket, hanging it as well. Saruhiko is still suspecting something, so he just decides to say it.

"I'm not here to sleep with you, if that's what you want." He clicks as Munakata undoes the cuffs on his shirt, making sure to roll them up- even as he hears that sentence. With a chuckle, he loosens hie tie, undoing another button on the top of his collared shirt.

"If I were going to ask for something like that, I believe you'd be on your back at this moment." Munakata chuckles, causing Saruhiko's face to light up- to turn pink. Immediately the younger coughed and loosened his own black tie before glancing at his King, wondering what he could want.

"I simply invited you here so you could sleep."

"I don't sleep."

"Do the nightmares keep you awake?" Saruhiko is suddenly floored by that question, because how the hell is Munakata supposed to know about those?! "Actually, they'd be considered night terrors, right Fushimi-kun?" The King corrects himself and Saruhiko curls his hands into fists.

"You don't know what you're talking about." He replies, because he doesn't want to admit anything.

"I saw you about a week or so ago, Fushimi-kun. You were screaming, and suddenly you woke up and stayed under your desk. I believe that you were crying too-"

"And so what if I was? You have no idea the hell I go through every night, every time I decide to close my eyes. I haven't had a full nights sleep since I was nine years old and I won't have another one for as long as I live."

That seems to shut the stupid bastard up, and Saruhiko is two seconds away from leaving when suddenly, arms are wrapped around his entire torso and a forehead is resting on his shoulder. He can't move, and he can feel that heat rising to his face. He doesn't hear anything, just Munakata breathing on his shoulder blades, which almost sends a shiver down his spine.

"Try for me." Those words seem to strike a chord because Munakata himself sounds tired, and it reminds him of Misaki only a few years ago- when he'd refuse to sleep. His shoulders slowly rolled back, allowing for his horrible posture to become good, and he simply rubbed at one of his eyes from behind his spectacles.

"Tch, fine. But, expect me to wake up within the hour." His tone is pessimistic, cynical as Munakata smirks and squeezes the other gently. "Thank you." Is whispered in his ear and he's practically melting at this point, because of this sudden amount of warmth.

It's a strange feeling, and Saruhiko doesn't decide if he likes it yet.

He's given a pair of pajamas, complimentary of Munakata, and even though the pants barely cling to his thin, bony waist- Munakata makes no snide comments. Well, none out loud.

Saruhiko feels that nervousness crawling back into him, because he realized that they would be sharing a bed even though he knew that Re- Munakata had a guest bedroom. With a sigh, he's the first to climb into the King size bed that's perfectly position in the middle of the bed, accessorized with gray and blue plaid bedsheets and a plain dark blue comforter. Saruhiko doesn't remember the last time he's slept on such a plush, but somehow firm bed- and his eyes are already trying to stay awake.

He takes off his glasses, placing them on the black nightstand, and he realizes that Munakata has now climbed in beside him. He's laying on the left side, back facing his King as he takes in a deep breathe. He's smelling things now, trying to get a feel for the scent. Surprisingly, there is no musky sort of scent, it sort of smells… minty. Which makes Saruhiko snicker to himself, because he'd rather smell like musk than a type of herb.

His thoughts are cut short when suddenly, there's an arm around his waist that's pulling him so him and his King as spooning. Now, usually he wouldn't have a problem with that, but because he's the little spoon, technically the woman- he takes the slightest bit of offense. Sleep is trying to claw at him, but he keeps himself awake, even if his own ass is situated so comfortably in Munakata's lower abdomen and crotch. It's like they fit together, despite Munakata being taller- it's a weird fit indeed.

The King intertwines their legs and Saruhiko is still trying to fight his eyes and exhausted body. He does not fight, because he doesn't seen a point anymore, for once his stubborn mind is starting to fall. The fear is sitting back in his chest, stalking that tired body like a predator to its prey. Although, the prey simply closes his eyes, especially when Munakata leaves a gentle kiss on the back of his neck, and just tells him to trust him.

Saruhiko sleeps the entire night, for the first time in ten years.