IT'S DECEMEBER! which means, christmas specials! I have two for this one! this first one is less little, the second one is all little.

note: Miss. Claws is an intentional spelling.

Lovino pouted as he once again went to pull down the skirt that was designed to show off his candy striped panties. He heard a bell first and then felt a swat of the crop on his backside causing him to yelp around the candy cane in his mouth. Not that it was hard, just surprising "Leave that skirt alone!" Gillian said with a frown, she had turned away from getting Ivan into a similar outfit as his own, booty shorts instead of a skirt naturally as Ivan Identified as a little boy. She was working on the head piece at the moment though. pinning it to his hair,

"You aren't my daddy," the crabby little bit back, arms crossed as he scowled, "and my ass is cold!"

Another swat that stung a little "Watch your mouth!" she reminded "And I'm not, but he asked me to watch you and keep you in line." She reminded, getting a huff. "I could always just save it up and tell him you're misbehaving" She said with a raised eyebrow

"No no!" Lovino rushed out with wide open eyes "I'm sorry!" He didn't need Daddy knowing he was misbehaving. Not with christmas so close.

"That's better" Gillian said with a nod, turning back and making a few adjustments, "Awww… Vanya, you look so sweet " She cooed leaning forward to kiss his hair "Go stand next to your cousin and let me see you both!" She said excitedly, ushering him out of the chair. Ivan was smiling but it was a little deflated as he shuffled his way over to Lovino, both Little's looking less than thrilled at their little less than little get ups. Gillian didn't seem to notice, just beaming "I need a picture!" She exclaimed grabbing the phone.

"These go up no where. " Lovino cautioned before throwing her a smirk, placing the candy cane between his teeth lightly, leaning his back against Ivan side, one knee bent. What? He worked with models all freakin' day Monday to Friday. It was second nature.

Pictures were being snapped just as Ludwig came through the door, Lovino's smirk dropping to a shy blush. The tall blonde had furry red pants, black boots, and an opened fur lined red coat with a hood that was down. Lovino was trying to hide his drool at the expanse of toned, smooth flesh, pushing back fantasies of sitting in Santa's lap… Maybe getting a spanking for being naughty...

"They look good" Ludwig nodded as a moment of quiet looking over both of them. Lovino looked down and blushed further with a small embarrassed frown, only noticing the black gloves and hat in Ludwig's hands when his focus was torn away from the other's body.

"I thought so" Gillian said proudly, hip cocking as she smirked and crossed her arms. Her own barely there Miss. Claws suit sitting just right, the crop, complete with jingle bells along the bar, held firmly in her grasp. "They'll be good enough elves I think" She added with a nod causing Lovino to look at her with a mild scowl.

The club was closed Christmas eve and Christmas day, but they had a holiday party on the 23rd every year. Every year Lovino had attended (Including his two so far with Ludwig, this would be the third) Tino and Berwald, a long time couple, would be dressed as Santa and . This year however, only two days before the party, their son had come down with a flu and they had to cancel, which left no time to track down someone new.

So, Naturally, the owners stepped up

Which meant Lovino and Ivan got dragged along… As well as- "Who's ready to party!" -Alfred.

The tall, familiar blonde came into the back room behind Ludwig, antlers on his head, a brown furry speedo complete with tail covering some of his ass and a big red nose. It was really more of him then Lovino wanted to see. They had known each other for a long time but... it was just fucking disturbing

Ivan giggled beside him as Lovino looked away from all of them. Not happy with any of this. He ignored as Alfred moved to Ivan, fussing over him. The big happy family that he particularly disliked Ivan. Their play dates had become common and they got along okay. It was nice in a way to have someone else to play with… AT TIMES. But he hated seeing how easily Ivan acted sweet and the attention it got him. Lovino was a less able to be like that most the time and it made him feel like he wasn't good... His eyes were sad as he scowled at the thoughts, the look tipping off Ludwig.

"Are you Alright Kitten?" The santa clad dominant asked from closer then he expected, causing him to jump slightly, Ludwig's hand hovering over his shoulder unsure, not wanting to spook him more.

"I'm fine" He grumbled after a minute pouting a little more. "This skirt is just cold" He commented turning his back to the dominant who hummed in acknowledgement. There was a quiet second from him, then he felt a heavy, warmth drape over his shoulders, He looked down in time to watch the pale blondes hands wrapping the Santa coat around him.

"This should help with that for now. I'll go turn on the electric fire places out by the display so it'll warm up enough for when we start" Ludwig said simply, kissing his cheek. "I'll be back. Behave" He said turning to leave Lovino blushing.

The sub turned, grabbing his arm,"I wanna come" He said in a small voice, not wanting to be stuck in here with the laughing little family for longer. Their enthusiasm was a little irritating. Especially how they fussed over the giant little.

Ludwig hummed, then blinked and nodded "Alright Kitten" He said kindly, a little surprised looking as Lovino hugged the others bare arm against his chest, clinging to his dominant and blushing as he looked strictly forward with the familiar scowl.

The pair made their way out and down the steps of the office to the setup display, the main room echoing with every step from the unfamiliar emptiness. When they arrived Ludwig scooped Lovino up and sat him on the green, velvet covered Santa chair, turning to turn the dials on the fake fireplaces.

The Italian pulled his red and green stocking-ed feet up, wrapping pretty much all of him up in the coat, though not daring to mess up his hair with the hood and incur Gillian's wrath. Tonight wasn't going to be any fun he thought, even as Ludwig placed a kiss on his forehead.

He was right. Obviously.

Lovino stood next to the bucket full of candy canes clenching his jaw tight as yet another giggling sub sat on HIS Daddy's lap. Whispering what she wanted in his ear as he smirked or chuckled, holding his hand out for a candy cane. Lovino's job. Hand him candy canes while watching everyone and their uncle paw on bhis/B dominant.

Pictures were being taken by Alfred, his butt wiggling with a jingle and causing a few giggles before every click of the camera. He looked like he was having fun, but he always was an attention whore. There were a few photo ops with the Elves as well, but there were less people for that then there was for ones with Ludwig or Gillian.

Thank fucking god. He didn't want all these pictures really… but he'd do it for the club.

However one look at Ivan at least told him he wasn't the only one not enjoying himself. Gillian's role in all this as Miss. Claws (claiming she wasn't about to pretend to be married to her brother) was handing out holiday spankings with either the jingle crop, the gingerbread paddle or the mistletoe flogger. Lovino could tell from the tighter then normal smile Ivan wore, he wasn't entirely enjoying it either. Consenting to share tonight or not… watching their dominants give other people attention was causing both a case of green eyes.

"It's only another hour" Lovino muttered to him, crossing an arm across his body, looking at him as he held out a partly unwrapped candy cane. "Then the fuckers all owe us" He added with a smirk. Ivan looked confused for a moment, tilting his head. Then his own grin of understanding spread across his face, taking the candy cane, popping it into his mouth. Lovino nodded, pleased with apparently cheering the other in time to turn and-

"Eh! Hand's above Santa's belt" He snapped, causing the girl who had totally been going for a squeeze to blush. She hopped off, quickly leaving Lovino grumbling "That's right you run… freaking ho ho ho…"

He heard a snort, looking over as Ludwig covered his mouth with a gloved hand and rolled his eyes "Okay keep the line movin' Santa has sh- stuff to do in an hour" He pointed out, waving the line on, but unexpectedly he was pulled down. He let out a girly screech as he fell over the arm of the chair to lay across Ludwig's lap. He was scowling and going bright red, building up some retort until he felt lips on his. He went redder, but was a little dazed as Ludwig smirked into it.

"Watch the mouth Kitten" He purred against the others lips, "I'm looking forward to showing you what a good girl gets after this"

Lovino went wide eyed and he shuddered before turning and scowling at the line. "Yeah yeah perv…" He murmured, moving to get up. He succeeded in sitting up before Ludwig got a grip around his waist,

"Can Santa get a present?" He asked with the same smug grin he got every time he had a chance to show off who was his..

Lovino rolled his eyes and leaned back, kissing the other's cheek sweetly, pulling an 'aww' from a few people in line before he was released with a thank you to stand back in his position, and back to keeping the line moving.

When the last hour was finally over and the club was cleared out, the pair got home. They were barely in the door when the smaller of the two pulled the larger to him, kissing deeply and then nipping his bottom lip as he pulled back "Mine" Lovino growled slightly in his rare show of aggression.

Ludwig hummed in agreement, quickly picking the other up, leaning him against the wall, striped stocking-ed legs wrapped around his waist as he mouthed at the others throat "You took the word out of my mouth" He answered back with a growl of his own, a hand possessively squeezing Lovino's backside. "I don't like watching other people stare at your ass, it's mine"

The little grinned smugly and nodded, a hand tangled in blonde hair as the other arm gripped around his shoulder tightly. The shoulder of his elf costume was slipped down as the German's mouth searched for more skin to mark as his own. By the end of the night they would both be happily covered in bites, scratches and bruises, curled up together to sleep away the morning of the 24th.