Mandatory Christmas Fic. Hope you enjoy it.
On a side note, I NEED THE SECOND SEASON OF JUNJOU ROMANTICA. I started watching yesterday and died when I realized that not all the episodes have been released yet. –sobs–
Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
Axel didn't really mind that he had to dress up in an itchy, pre-used, polyester red suit and strap some pillows onto his almost concave stomach. He liked kids, and 'twas the season and all that. But after sitting in the giant plastic throne of toys was starting make him develop bed sores. Or so he imagined. It really was a literal pain in the ass though.
It was 5:45:13, as Axel knew because he had been counting the seconds until mall closing since 2:32:28, and the line had dwindled down, the mid-day mall rush of last minute shoppers and harried soccer moms trying to wrangle a Santa picture to hang above the mantle or wherever the hell you put your 20 dollar mall souvenirs having occurred several hours earlier. He found within himself a store of energy he never knew existed when he discovered that he could actually see the end of the line. It was almost over!
"And what's your name?"
"What do you want for Christmas, little girl?"
"Ho ho ho! No! I'm sorry miss, I didn't mean you!"
There was one more kid. Or, well, person. He couldn't really be called a kid anymore, but there he was, standing at the end of the line. Axel looked around, searching for the younger sibling/niece/nephew/godchild of the boy. He saw no one but the guy. Axel vaguely recognized him. Was he sophomore? Maybe a freshman. Whatever he was, he was too old to be visiting Santa.
Axel smirked as the boy – definitely a freshman – walked up to the toy throne.
"And what do you want for Christmas, little boy?" He asked sarcastically. The boy – did his name start with and 'R'? Something feminine, Axel was sure – looked at him patronizingly (which Axel found rather ironic considering he was the one about to pay Santa a visit) and dropped into Axel's lap. Axel made a small groan of pain the sudden weight.
"Well, Santa," the boy – Roxas, Axel remembered – answered with mock awe, "I only ever ask for one big thing, and I always get it."
"Oh, and what is it this year?" Axel asked, still using his mall sanctioned "Santa voice". Roxas smiled innocently.
"There's this guy," Roxas started, leaning close to Axel's ear, "and I really, really want to fuck him," he finished in a husky whisper. "Santa" felt all the blood rush to his groin.
"Oh?" Axel squeaked, not sure he'd be able to force anything else out. Roxas grinned lecherously.
"Oh, yeah. And I heard he worked at the mall, so I came down here this morning to see if I could convince him, but I was already too late; the line was a mile long."
Axel swallowed audibly. Roxas pulled the fluffy synthetic fiber beard from Axel's face and snapped it underneath his chin. Roxas wrapped his arms around Axel's neck and leaned in, pressing his lips to Axel's suddenly dry ones.
"What do say, Santa? Remember, I always get what I want," Roxas said against his lips.
Axel wrapped his arms around Roxas' waist and pulled him against his squishy belly. Roxas chuckled happily.
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It was 10:24:54, and Roxas and Axel were wrapped around each other in Axel's bed. Roxas laughed softly when Axel's breath blew across his torso.
"We should try that one again. I rather liked the whole Naughty Santa/Debauched Believer thing," Roxas whispered into Axel's hair. Axel smiled against his chest.
"Me, too. But I think we should get a new hobby. This one hurts my ass."
Happy Christmas! (Wow, how British is that?)
Roxas and Axel like role play. Ha!
A short and stupid one-shot for Christmas. Hope you found it at least mildly amusing.
Because It's Christmas Eve,
With a side of stereotype.