Simon woke up, his fingers intertwined with Baz's. He smiled groggily to himself, looking down at their hands. Baz was breathing softly next to him. Simon was just about to fall back asleep when he noticed something. There was something on Baz's arm. Simon wiped at it, trying to push it off, only to find it was stuck, printed on the pale skin. Simon blinked a couple of times, his head falling back onto the pillow and falling asleep. The next time Simon woke up, Baz was gone. Simon sat up and stretched, not remembering the strange events of the previous night. He wandered down the hall, looking down at his phone. He read the date. December 15. He almost gasped. When did it get so close to Christmas? With all of the commotion lately, he just hadn't noticed. But Baz had.

Simon turned into their living room and dropped his phone. A tree was standing proudly at the center, Baz next to it. Being a vampire, Baz could easily cut and carry a full tree. He turned when he heard Simon's phone hit the carpet. His strong hearing was un-nerving. Baz smiled brightly, gesturing happily to the tree. Simon stooped and grabbed his phone, placing it in his pocket. He stood up, looking at the tree again. Baz watched him, still grinning. Simon smiled back awkwardly. This very, very awkward encounter lasted for a minute until Agatha sat up. Simon jumped, having forgotten she was there. She sat there for a moment, squinting through half lidded eyes.

"Why is there a tree?" She asked thickly.

"Just what I was about to say..." said Simon quietly.

"Christmas!" Cheered Baz, eyes wide. Simon squinted suspiciously. Baz's behavior was... different than his usual self.
"Christmas!" He cheered again, this time with jazz hands.

"Mm hm" murmured Simon, nodding slowly. Baz sighed and rolled his eyes, dropping his hands to his side.

"Is there coffee?" Asked Agatha, turning to Simon. Simon nodded and led her into the kitchen. Baz stood awkwardly and itched at his inner forearm. When Simon came out of the kitchen, Baz had sat down and was doodling on a sketch pad. Simon came up behind him and watched over his shoulder. Baz stiffened but tried to not show it. He hated people watching him draw, even though he was great. He even hated Simon watching him draw. Baz moved his pencil back, trying to look like he was thinking. Simon reached up and carefully pushed the pencil back down.

If Baz could've blushed, he would've. He slowly started moving the pencil again. He was currently drawing a doe. Simon tried not to reach out and grab the paper. The likeness of it was amazing, down to the specks of white on its back. Simon leaned forward, but accidentally breathed on Baz's neck. Baz scrunched his neck and breathed out hard, snapping his book shut in the process.

"I'm sorry" laughed Simon. He always made fun of Baz for his weird little ticks. Baz grunted and re-opened his book to a page full of small but breathtaking sketches. Up in the corner, he started drawing a crude picture of a man with an extreme widow's peak and another man with comically huge wings and tail holding onto his shoulder. Simon swatted his shoulder and Baz laughed, turning his head to kiss Simon. Simon accepted with a smile.

"So" he started when they broke apart. "Why is there a tree in our living room?"
Baz groaned.

Simon stood awkwardly, arms above his head. He was trying to hang lights, but the tree was really tall and really wide, so he had to keep shuffling around. He let go of a branch and it whipped back, smacking him on the face. Simon yelped and fell backwards, tripping on a string of lights. These lights were, unfortunately, attached to the tree, which fell down on top of him. Baz hurried in, balancing a couple of boxes.

"Oh Christ, Simon. Can't you even hang up lights?" Asked Baz, helping Simon get unraveled.
"Next time don't make the guy with a tail hang up the lights" he grumbled back, un-looping more lights from around his ankle. Baz chuckled and picked up the tree, placing it back upright. He held out a hand and Simon took it, getting to his feet. The two then preceded to light up the entire tree, hanging lights and ornaments. Baz made Simon put the topping on the tree. While most people had a star or a St. Nick, they had a black snowflake. When Simon asked why he had to put the snowflake on top, Baz responded with a simple: "you have wings"
Simon sighed and flapped lazily a few feet into the air, carefully fastening the decoration to the point of their tree. He landed down, trying carefully not to land on anything pointy. He did anyway. Simon cursed loudly, feeling his foot. There was a small cut with a piece of glass sticking out of it oozing blood onto the carpet. All in one swift motion, Baz picked up Simon and carried him into the bathroom, setting him on the counter. As he grabbed bandages and such from under the sink, Simon carefully pulled the glass out and winced. It was at least an inch long, pointed straight up. He dropped it on a hand towel and stuck his foot in the sink, running water over it. Baz helped him dry and then bandage his foot carefully. Something was off. Simon looked at Baz. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his jaw was set. He placed a hand gently on Baz's back, making him jump.

"Seriously, Baz. What's wrong?" He asked, looking Baz in the eye.

"Nothing, just, all of the blood" he said choppily.

"Oh" said Simon, looking down at his foot. "Have you ever thought about... tasting it?" He asked awkwardly. Baz gave a sharp laugh that came out more like a bark.

"That's all I've wanted to do since the day I met you" he said, not looking up.

"All you've wanted to do?" Asked Simon, raising an eyebrow innocently. Baz smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I guess that's not all..." he admitted.

"That's what I thought" said Simon, planting a kiss right on the point of Baz's widow's peak.

Simon and Baz sat on their couch, watching old Christmas movies on TV. Simons hand moved slightly, tugging Baz's shirt sleeve up a little bit. Baz jumped back, clamping his hand over his shirt sleeve. Simon looked at him in bewilderment. The two sat still for a moment, Baz's pupils dilated. Simon, very slowly and very delicately, reached for Baz's hand. Knowing he couldn't do anything, Baz let him, looking away and biting his lip. Simon tugged his shirt sleeve up until he saw, clear as day, the cult symbol.

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