KuroFai Drabbles - AlphaBeta

Warnings: A dab of yaoi, nothing too detailed but shonen-ai is a duh xD

Rating: T

Pairing: Kurogane x Fai...from now on I'm notgoing tobother with"pairing" infounless there's ahint of some other pairing involvedxD

Disclaimer: Clamp owns all! Only teh evil drabbling is mine. Moohahaha!

Note: Cooque is the noun form of "cocky" because...er...because I say so. xD heehee. Alliterations must die! They are so evil.

Christmas Cooque

Holidays. They were so meaningless. At least in Kurogane's mind, they were. The worst holiday of all, however, was something the people of this world liked to call Christmas. There was this madman's tale about a fat old man in a bright red suit who broke into your house at night. But, obviously, the guy couldn't be like a normal burglar and use the windows or doors… Oh, no! He used the chimney. And to make things even more crazy, he gave away stuff instead of stealing like you're supposed to. The whole damn story freaked the hell out of Kurogane.

To the people of this world, the old man was like a god. They worshiped him every moment of their pitiful lives. Or, at least, they started to. Right after the four of them arrived, it began to snow and that white stuff falling from the skies brought with it some mighty odd things. Like a disease, people all over town began to sing these strange upbeat psalms and throwing strings of flashing lights over their houses. It was annoying to say the least. His eyes were sore and the "carols" kept getting stuck in his head. Sometimes, without thinking, Kurogane would find himself humming one of those vulgar songs.

There were some songs, however, that didn't relate to Santa Claus or Jolly Old Saint Nick (all of which were code names for that plump old man in red) but that didn't make them any better. They were just as disturbing as songs like "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" which went something along the lines of:

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list
And checking it twice
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice
Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!

Not only did the song make Kurogane look over his shoulder every other second but it also made him pity the children of this world. To be scolded in such a disgustingly cheerful way… To be forced into believing that there was some strange-looking man who knew their every move… Stalking them… Watching them… Always… Always watching… God! It was a wonder how these children didn't just pop from all the fear and anxiety these songs provoked.

The other songs were about things like dancing around a tree or flying deer with glowing noses. It was frightening what these people could come up with. The worst of the bunch however, was a song about some guy who sent his love a thousand different species of birds, maids, and pipers… Who in their right mind sends someone pipers?

With all these strange customs, it was a wonder how no one but Kurogane felt uncomfortable. Instead, the others seemed to, dare he say it, enjoy themselves. Fai, in particular, appeared to have found his calling in life.

Currently, the mage was rolling around on the rug Sakura had gotten him. Being Christmas Eve, the children had gone out shopping, with Mokona tagging along like usual. As for Kurogane…why, he was actually making good use of his time. Tonight was when the rumored Santa Claus would drop by and the ninja was intent on stopping him before he did anything. There was no way in hell Kurogane was going to believe that the old man would just fly away after going through all the trouble of squeezing through their chimney… at least not without doing anything crazy like burning the house down. Or maybe he'd disguise one of their presents as a bomb and try to blow up the princess. Well, whatever his diabolical scheme was, Kurogane would without a doubt stop him. So far, the ninja had surreptitiously set up some wires by the chimney. That way, if Santa managed to get through without getting burned by the fire, he'd trip and make enough noise to wake Kurogane up.

"Kurokuro! Kurorin! Kuromyuu! Kurotan! Kuropiko-kurowanko-kuropyon!" Fai chimed happily, jumping up from his place on the rug, "Hyuuu! You're finally getting into the Christmas spirit!" Throwing his arms around the ninja, Fai gave the Kurogane's left ear a little nip.

"Get off of me you baka! Ever heard of personal spa-GAHH!"

Tightening his hold on Kurogane's waist, Fai dragged the ninja away from his wires, "Come share my new rug, Kurochan!"

"What's so goddamn – ow! – special about a – ow! – rug?" It was times like these that Kurogane really wished he hadn't gotten together with the mage. But oh god! That night a few months back, Fai had been everything the ninja yearned for. With three words he had managed to steal Kurogane's heart forever.

"It's not just any rug, Kurorin…" with Kurogane now standing over the pale pink carpet, Fai threw himself onto the ninja and sent them both toppling over, "…it's new and new rugs are fun to roll around on."

Feeling the mage's warm tongue run delicately over his neck, Kurogane could only lie on the pink bristles and shudder. "I…I need to stop that man from breaking in tonight…" the ninja breathed, trying to make his arms move, "…Fai…Stop…I need…"

"Come on, Kuropipi… Before Sakura and Syaoran come back…" turning the ninja around, Fai slipped under him, "Just…once?"

It was irritating how cute the mage could be at times. Just one glimmer, just one sparkle, just one twinkle in those bright blue eyes and Kurogane was a goner. Leaning in, the ninja placed a few soft kisses on Fai's slender neck, running his hands over the mage's chest and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, "Just once…"

"mmm…Kuro…pon…" Fai couldn't help but squirm under Kurogane's touch. Lower and lower, those strong fingers ventured, pressing on all the mage's sensitive spots as if there was a map ingrained into Kurogane's mind. "I love you…" Fai whispered, licking Kurogane's chin and pulling him into a slow, hard kiss as the fingers reached his pant's zipper. The mage moaned, pulling away for a second to shake off his shirt. Then, nibbling his way up Kurogane's neck, Fai found the ninja's lips once more.

"You're…so…slow…" Fai panted, burying himself into Kurogane's chest as the ninja's fingers lingered teasingly over his half-open zipper.

Ignoring Fai's complaints, the ninja moved away from the zipper completely, grabbing hold of the mage's neck instead. It would be nice to teach Fai some patience once in a while. Finding a pleasant spot below Fai's ear, Kurogane began sucking playfully, watching as a red blemish blossomed on the mage's pale skin.

"Kuroriiin…" Fai moaned, though Kurogane could definitely hear a slight whine playing in his voice. The ninja licked the spot a few more times, trying to suppress his erection. Just drag it out a few more minutes… make Fai beg a little, for a change…

"Ku-ro-RIN!" The mage cried, tugging on Kurogane's shirt, "It's…so…tight…" Fai's breath was coming out short. Burrowing deeper into the ninja's chest, he moaned and waited impatiently for Kurogane to finish where he left off, "…so…tight…Kuro-"

Click

"We're back! Kurokurowanwa- eh?" Mokona blinked, poking out from Sakura's shopping bag.

In one quick movement, Kurogane had grabbed the mage's blouse from the floor and thrown it over his shoulders, pushing Fai's face deeper into his chest so that the mage's panting would be muffled.

"Is something wrong?" Sakura asked, a worried look passing over her face.

"N-nothing's wrong…Fa- the goddamn mage just got a fever and passed out on me…I – I'll take him to his room…" gathering Fai into his arms, Kurogane stumbled up the stairs, cursing his luck. It was already hard enough to look normal with the stiffness in his lower regions. Under the mage's added weight, it was near impossible.

"…it's…your…fault…" Fai whispered, drawing sharp breaths as he clutched tightly onto Kurogane's shirt.

> > >

The sun had dropped under the horizon hours ago and Kurogane had his ear pressed against the door, ready to spring at the slightest sound. So far, there was nothing. Looking around the room, he took note of the faint moonlight stretching across the wrinkled bed sheets that covered a bump, which was Fai. It was surprisingly small lump but that could just be the mage curling up to block out the cold. An irritated look crossed the ninja's face and he let out a deep sigh. How the mage could sleep so soundly tonight was a mystery in and of itself. Not only was there the impending threat of Santa breaking in, but after such an awkward incident, Kurogane was sure he'd suffer insomnia for weeks.

Shaking his head to free himself of unwanted recollections, the ninja turned back to the job at hand. The house was silent. No, not silent, he could hear the mage's… Turning from the door, Kurogane watched the lump on Fai's bed, listening for his steady breathing. There was none. Nor did the lump rise and fall. Walking over to the mage's bedside, Kurogane lifted the sheets and in one quick movement, threw them aside.

"Pillows?" The possibilities raced through Kurogane's mind. It could mean many things, the most likely of which being that this Santa kidnapped Fai. But how? He couldn't possibly have slipped through the window without the ninja noticing… could he?

Suddenly, there was a rattling downstairs. Without a moment to lose, the ninja slipped through the door and, as quietly as he could, crept down the stairs. Reaching the last few steps, Kurogane drew his sword. The living room was untouched but there was definitely someone in the bathroom. With a few more clinks and clatters, the door finally inched open. Kurogane stilled his breath.

A shadow stretched across the floor, long and slender, as its bearer slowly stepped into the light. It was not Santa, at least not from the descriptions Kurogane had heard. Instead, the ninja saw a stranger dressed in some flowing pink robe with a white veil masking his face. Everything about him was ghostly and pale, yet enchantingly beautiful.

Gliding over the bare wooden floor with an ethereal delicacy, the specter stopped by the chimney and pulled out some tiny trinkets from the folds of his robe. His sleeve slid down to his elbows, like water, leaving the angelically pale skin underneath in clear view as he distributed his treasures among the hanging stockings. For some unknown reason, Kurogane found he could not look away from the bare arm.

There was something nostalgic about the ghostly figure. Stepping slowly, carefully, out of the shadows, Kurogane descended the last few steps and approached, sword ready. Perhaps this was one of Santa's servants: those – what were they called again? – elves. Either way, this person must know something about Fai's whereabouts.

"Who are you?" Kurogane asked in a low voice, "Where is the mage?"

The specter stopped, withdrawing his hand from the last stocking. For a few minutes there was silence and then, much to Kurogane's surprise, the strange man broke into a fit of giggles. In a movement too fast for the ninja's eyes to register, Kurogane found his sword, slipped gently out of his hand as two arms wrap themselves around his neck.

"You were worried, weren't you…Kuropon?" a voice tickled his ear.

"F-Fai?"

Reluctantly releasing his hold, the ghostly figure reached up and drew back his veil. It was, indeed, the mage's smiling face that met Kurogane's eyes.

"What in god's name are y-" Fai broke him off, catching the ninja's lips in a soft but sudden kiss.

"Shh, the others are still asleep…here…" Taking Kurogane's hand, Fai dropped a silver locket into it. A tiny snowflake with undeniable intricacy was engraved on its octagonal surface, "Open it…" Fai whispered and Kurogane did so. Inside, were several locks of cream-gold hair tied together with a red ribbon and beside them, a photo of the mage smiling. …but it wasn't just any smile…it was one that actually reached his eyes; something the ninja didn't get to see very often.

"I-"

"You're really too gullible, Kuropyon," Fai said cheerfully, trying to mask the embarrassment Kurogane was causing him. The ninja seemed to be so moved by the gift, it was only natural for Fai to feel a bit flustered, "Santa is just a little fairytale made to entertain little children. He's not real. And as for my dressing up, it's custom for people to dress up as Santa on Christmas Eve but since we didn't have a Santa costume, I decided I would dress up as a Christmas spirit instead. Did you really think I had been kidnapped? You worry a whole lot as well," Fai paused. Then slowing down a little, he pressed himself gently into Kurogane's chest. "…but that's what I love about you…" he said, now in a soft wistful voice "…underneath all that gruff solemnity, you're…really something… Something loving. Something caring. Something childish and sweet. I –"

This time it was Kurogane who did the silencing, pulling the mage into a long hard kiss. "Don't be so goddamn sentimental…" Kurogane said softly "…I love you too much as it is…"

Fai felt his cheeks burn up and he smiled, kissing Kurogane back on the nose, "You still haven't finished what we started…"

N/A: God! This installment is the strangest of the bunch. xD I have no idea what I was thinking. It's just what you get when you drag out a drabble for a week. Well, I'll try explaining... It's basically because my style andmood change so much in such a short period of time. I started out this story with a humorous, light feel because I was in the mood for it but then I stopped and put it off for a day. By the time I picked it up again, I was in the mood for...well...something erotic xP. And then I put it off again. Finally, I ended it with some fluffiness cause I wanted fluff, lots o' fluff! heehee. Yeah, well, if you only read the parts by themselves, it doesn't sound half bad but put together, it's so confusing and strange. -sigh- well, if you found it enjoyable forreasons I cannot possibly grasp, plz R&R.

Oh and Merry EXTREMELY LATE Christmas! xD So sorry everyone! Laziness is innate, it seems.

- Ai-chan /333