A Merry Shuichi to You
By Kitsune no Alz
"Never fear, it's time for holiday cheer!" Shuichi caroled, prancing through the house with holly in his hair and the rest of him garbed entirely in gold tinsel and red ribbons and absolutely nothing else. It was Christmas Eve, and there was looooove in the air if he had anything to say about it. "Christmas is near, and your favorite Shuichi is here! Oh yessss, Yuuuuuki dear!"
Ah, but wait, weren't Christmas presents supposed to be a surprise? What better icing on an already sweet gift than the pleasantly unexpected? That in mind, Shuichi dropped low and began creeping along the floor one gold-and-red ninja-stealthy centimeter at a time. Yuki was totally going to be surprised! Shuichi smugly congratulated himself upon his sterling genius while ignoring the fact that he'd been bouncing through the house singing Christmas carols at the top of his lungs for a good fifteen minutes now. The only audible sound at the moment, though, was the rustle of cellophane as Shuichi sneaked down the hall and paused outside Yuki's study. He nudged the door open and peeked inside.
What was Eiri Yuki doing this Christmas Eve?
Taptaptaptaptaptaptap sounded in the room, a series of harsh, swift tappings and clickings and typings as Yuki worked away on his latest oeuvre. His glasses flashed with the reflected glare from the computer screen, which gave his eyes an eerie whitish glow. Today he wore a dark red shirt and deep green pants, loose by stylish, a grudging admission to the fact that it was the holiday season. Shuichi admired the figure his Yuki cut, even there in the darkness broken only by the glow from the computer monitor. As per usual when working, his (sensuous) mouth was a tight line across his (sculpted and) intently focused face, his (supple) back straight and the rest of him (elegantly) poised.
He was writing.
He was working.
Shuichi snorted softly. It figured. Granted that Yuki wasn't inclined to be romantic—at least, not all the time—but you'd think he'd make an exception for a special loving celebratory holiday that spun around only once a year. He was wasting it away working.
But not for long.
"MERI KURISUMASU, YUUUUUUUKI!"
Like a glittering gold-and-red rocket-propelled-grenade, Shuichi launched himself straight at Yuki in an explosion of tinsel and ribbon. He knocked his target right off his chair and onto the floor, arms cinched in a viselike grip around Yuki's waist.
Shuichi had expected Yuki to snap something like, "Brat! It's the day before Christmas!" or maybe, "Shuichi, it's ten o'clock in the morning—not evening!" and then proceed to attempt to pry free Shuichi's arms with all the success he might have had attempting to pry apart solid steel beams, all the while venting curses that were hardly in accordance with holiday spirit before eventually giving up and succumbing to Shuichi's seductive wiles.
That was what Shuichi expected, anyway.
What he got instead was a slow, predatory smile. Yuki lay beneath him on the floor without so much as a single reprimand or insult. One hand slid down Shuichi's chest while another hand was drawn up his back to tangle in his hair and pull his head down for a long, lazy kiss.
When Yuki finally released him and allowed him to draw back a little—but only a little—Shuichi was quite breathless.
"I rather expected you'd pull something like this," Yuki purred, rolling over and tumbling Shuichi onto his back. Yuki hovered over him, unlikely smile in place and eyes glittering gold like the tinsel that had once bedecked Shuichi and was now currently mostly scattered across the floor.
"So you weren't surprised?" Shuichi pouted, reaching up to twine his arms around Yuki's neck.
"Not really," said Yuki. He hooked his fingers under the big red bow around Shuichi's neck and undid it in one smooth pull. "I do, however," Yuki added, "love my present. Merry Christmas to you too."