This is somewhat nsfw. If you don't like it, don't read it. For everyone else: Enjoy :)

Sweater

Every time he looked into the mirror after one of these… encounters with Atem, Seto saw something in his own face he couldn't identify. It was like his eyes were softer somehow with a deeper color and his expression wasn't as rigid as it normally was. He could even see the faintest of smiles playing around his lips and he didn't know if all of this was a good sign or a bad one.

He needed time to figure this out and he wanted to do that on his own but he couldn't stay away from Atem for too long either. It was weird and it annoyed him greatly that he was showing this kind of weakness yet all doubts flew out the window when he had him writhing underneath him, saw the way his violet eyes clouded over with desire and heard the incoherent, beautiful noises he made whenever they were together like that.

Splashing some water in his face and making sure his expression was the same as always, he left the bathroom to join Atem in the living room again, but stopped short when he saw him standing at the windows.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Atem chuckled when he turned around and looked at Seto, he too still a little disheveled. "You don't like my new sweater?"

Seto rolled his eyes. "I didn't like it when you gave this thing to me, what makes you think I like it on you?"

Shrugging, Atem walked casually over to him. "I like it. And since you don't want it, I thought I'm going to keep it."

"It isn't even your size." A small chuckle made its way over Seto's lips as he looked at Atem. How he managed to still look as proud and dignified in such a ridiculous piece of clothing was beyond his comprehension. The sweater reached all the way down to his thighs, the sleeves were so long that his hands disappeared in them completely and the design was just plain horrible. "It's ridiculous."

"It's not!" Atem protested and pointed to the single patterns. "It has snowmen and Christmas trees with snow and candy canes and hearts and..."

"I have eyes. I can see it." Seto interrupted him, grabbed Atem by the waist and slumped down in the couch with him. "It's absolutely ridiculous."

"It's absolutely not." Making himself comfortable in his lap and throwing his arms around his neck for the second time that day, Atem smirked at him. He was about to say something more when Seto yanked at his hips to pull him even closer.

He smirked back at him, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he leaned his head to him and made sure that his breath ghosted over Atem's lips when he whispered. "Take it off."

"Hm. You're always so needy." With every word Atem spoke their lips touched and Seto felt his desire flaring up again, but he made sure to keep his voice even.

"I am not needy. You're just wearing ugly clothes." As if contradicting his own words he trailed his fingers over Atem's thighs slowly, sensually and a triumphant smirk played around his lips when Atem let his head fall forward. The small distance between them was closed when their foreheads touched and Atem's eyes fluttered shut.

"I think I look gorgeous." Atem whispered, before their lips finally touched in that all too exciting way again. Seto really wanted to push him away, tell him how ridiculous he looked, how Christmas was just an industrial ploy to get people to buy useless stuff like this stupid sweater. But the moment their lips touched it was like his brain stopped working altogether. It was always like that and although he'd been irritated and quite nervous the first times it happened, it was now what he craved for every day. It was a moment of feeling alive, of shared confidence and of truce.

It hadn't been too long since they'd kissed like that but still Atem's his lips were so soft, his hands on his body felt so good that instead of pushing him away, Seto pulled him even closer, committing himself to the feelings that started to rush through his body again. He liked how Atem's body felt against his, how they fit together as if they belonged in that way and his arms wound themselves around the smaller body on top of him, hugging him tight and pressing him rather hard against him.

But all of a sudden the melody of Jingle Bells reached his ears and Seto broke their kiss surprised. He stared confused at Atem when he started laughing and backed away from him.

"There is a button here" – Atem pointed to his chest – "and it plays the song when you push it."

"Are you kidding me?" In the blink of an eye all feelings in Seto vanished and were replaced by pure anger. He tugged at the sweater wildly, causing Atem to laugh even more. "Turn it off!"

"It stops after the first verse!"

"I don't care! Take it off. Now."

"No."

Seto raised an eyebrow and clawed his fingers into the fabric. "Either you take it off now or I'll rip it into the pathetic seams it was made of."

"How about a compromise?" Atem grinned at him and raised his arms over his head in a provoking manner, but Seto couldn't care less and just pulled it over Atem's head, threw it into the farthest corner of the room and was ready to latch onto Atem again when he saw he was still wearing a shirt.

A freaking Christmas shirt with a Blue Eyes White Dragon wearing a freaking Christmas hat and a text that said A very bewdy Christmas.

It took Seto a moment to register this delinquency in all its absurdity and then shoved Atem down from him.

He landed on the carpet with a muffled sound and just laughed and laughed and Seto hovered over him, fists clenched at his side, jaw pressed tightly together and just furious.

He would have killed him on the spot, but if things went on like that Seto could watch silently as Atem laughed himself to death and that seemed to be a far more satisfying way.

To his great annoyance though he had to admit that Atem looked quite cute how he lay there on his carpet, clutching his stomach and tearing up because he couldn't stop laughing and he slowly felt his fists unclenching, his jaw loosening and his anger replacing itself with some kind of weird affection for this boy.

"I hate you." Seto grunted although he knew that hate felt different. What this contradictory feeling was called exactly he had yet to figure out.

Although right now, he wanted to do something else.

He picked Atem up from the ground, threw him on the couch again and climbed on top of him. "You're going to pay for this."