Lan Zhan was not upset. Really, he wasn't.

But he had to admit that he was somewhat jealous.

Okay, it was a bit more than somewhat.

Then again, he knew deep down inside that he didn't exactly have to be. Not as much as he was, anyhow.

And on top of everything, he was sporting a raging boner, too.

The reason for all this started a few minutes ago. Just like the previous year, Lan Zhan had been sleeping when noises from the living room woke him up. Although they weren't loud, they had been enough to rouse him.

From what he was hearing, there was intermittent creaking, and there were also voices. Two very familiar male voices.

He turned over with a sleepy frown to look at the clock. It was exactly midnight.

With a jolt, he abruptly realized that it was Christmas. He noticed that his husband Wei Ying wasn't laying next to him as well.

And if there were two voices coming from the living room, that only meant that he was in there...with...

Lan Zhan pushed his and Wei Ying's woolen red and white blanket off of him and got out of bed. He had just left the room when he heard a breathy "Ahh!" coming from his husband. A gasp - this time from the other man - followed after it.

He froze for a second before rushing down the hall and into the living room. Whatever he planned to say or ask died on this tongue then as he viewed the scene in front of him.

Wei Ying was lying on the couch with none other than Santa Claus - who he had already guessed was there - hovering over him. The former's nightshirt was open, revealing his chest and stomach. His pants and underwear were on the floor by the coffee table. Santa's were on, but they had been pulled down to his upper thighs. Both his and Wei Ying's slick, exposed cocks were wrapped in one hand. The other held the latter's wrists against the armrest.

As Lan Zhan watched, Santa jerked them at a moderate pace. His husband's eyes were closed as he moaned every now and then. The latter continued to gasp and pant above him, softly kissing his forehead once. They clearly hadn't noticed Lan Zhan's entrance; neither of them even spared him a glance.

Lan Zhan began to feel aroused as well as more than somewhat jealous, as mentioned before. It had been almost exactly like when he first saw them kissing two years ago.

He had been envious then, too, as well as furious; he thought that Wei Ying was trying to sneak around behind his back. Yet in spite of all that, he was unable to help but watch them with underlying interest.

His rage left him once he understood that Wei Ying actually wasn't, though. His then-boyfriend, soon-to-be-fiancé thought that Santa Claus was him in disguise.

Lan Zhan believed him after Wei Ying told him this. He could always tell when he wasn't being honest with him. And because Santa hadn't put a spell on him or Wei Ying, he had no reason to suspect otherwise.

This time, however, his jealousy was no longer due to seeing them together like this. If it was, they would never have had two threesomes in the first place. He wouldn't have let Santa fuck Wei Ying himself last Christmas either. Nor would he be so turned right then.

No, it was because he was used to initiating and/or being in charge of their activities for the most part. And they had started without him, and without telling him!

Unacceptable.

Lan Zhan fought the urge to take his own self in hand and stepped around the table.

"How dare you both," he hissed in a sharp - but not angry - voice once he was towering over them.

Wei Ying and Santa jumped before turning to him. Then they quickly sat up, the former smiling rather nervously.

"Uh...h-hi babe...!" he stammered.

Lan Zhan frowned. "Do not 'hi babe' me. What is the meaning of this?" he demanded.

"Uhh..."

"Yes? Would you care to explain why you did not wake me? To tell me Santa is here? And how you two dared to begin without me?"

Wei Ying's expression turned sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was going to. Honest. But then I was...distracted..."

Lan Zhan pursed his lips. "Mn. That is obvious."

Santa Claus gave him an apologetic look. "I am sorry, Lan Wangji. I am the reason he was, so I take responsibility for that. Then again, we had both gotten carried away. But he is right. He was planning to inform you that I am here," he confessed.

And indeed, this was so after he arrived earlier. Wei Ying had actually woken up before the older man did, however, because he needed to use the bathroom. Lan Zhan was asleep, of course, and the house was still.

But not for long.

He was in the middle of washing his hands when he heard footsteps and shuffling in the living room. He frowned to himself. It couldn't be Lan Zhan; the footsteps hadn't come from their bedroom. He would have noticed. Plus, his husband would have called out for him upon noticing his absence.

With another frown, Wei Ying opened the door as quietly as he was able to peek out of it with caution. Unlike last Christmas Eve, it might really be burglars in the house, and not Santa Claus this time.

Then again...if there were burglars there, they would have heard the water running in the bathroom. And they would have either left or tried to hold him hostage...

A familiar chortle echoed from the living room as he reached this conclusion.

"Exactly, Wei Wuxian. Though, if I were to hold you hostage, you would have liked it. You know that I would have made it enjoyable for you," the owner of that chortle stated.

Amusement bubbled up inside Wei Ying at this, and he started to laugh too.

"Hi Santa!" he exclaimed in a low voice as he dashed into the living room. He hugged the older man tightly. "Wow, is it midnight already? I didn't think it was that late!"

"Indeed, it is. You ought to check the time before leaving your room," Santa Claus suggested, embracing him in return while kissing his temple.

Wei Ying laughed again as he kissed his cheek in return. "I was half asleep, so I wasn't thinking about it. Merry Christmas, though! How are you?"

"Merry Christmas. I am quite well, thank you. And I see that you are too," he observed.

"Yeah. I had a bit of a fever earlier this month, but that was then."

"I know."

Because, of course, Santa would.

"I am happy that you have recovered. It wouldn't be fun to be ill on Christmas. Though you know I would have had that taken care of for you in a jiffy."

Wei Ying beamed. "I know, and I appreciate that. Here, have some milk and chocolate-chip cookies," he offered, gesturing to a plate and cup on the table. "Lan Zhan and I made them for you."

Santa gave him a crinkly-eyed smile. "Certainly. Thank you. But allow me to put the rest of the gifts away first."

"No problem. Go ahead."

Wei Ying plopped onto the couch then to wait. He didn't have to for long, however. Santa sat next to him a few minutes later and took the plate when it was offered to him.

His eyes sparkled after tasting a cookie. "This is quite scrumptious! You two did a splendid job making these!" he praised.

"Thank you," Wei Ying mumbled, blushing a little. "Most of the credit would have to go to Lan Zhan, though. He's better at cooking and baking than I am. I'll go wake him up so you can thank him and tell him how much you enjoy them."

"All right, but please have one or two cookies with me before you do. I want to share them with you."

Wei Ying nodded. "Okay, but just one for now. We should leave a couple for Lan Zhan. He'd want to join us. I'll eat my other one when I come back with him."

He bit off a piece of his cookie, humming while he chewed it. It really was delicious.

Just as he put the second half of it between his teeth, Santa leaned forward to take the other side in his. They chuckled as they ate it until their lips met in a deep kiss. This time, the both of them hummed, now for a completely different reason.

Wei Ying eventually needed to get some air in his lungs and moved away from him. "I'll go and get...ahh...Lan Zhan now," he breathed, moaning as heated kisses were placed on his throat.

"In another moment. I missed you," Santa whispered, nuzzling him.

He giggled lowly. "It isn't like you won't be seeing more of me after I get him. And it's not like you haven't been watching me, Lan Zhan, and some billion others since after last Christmas and our wedding."

"Yes, I know. But please, just a moment."

Wei Ying gladly conceded and placed his lips on his again. However, one moment quickly became another. Then another. And another. The next thing he knew, Santa was grinding into him as he started to unbutton his pajama shirt, causing all thoughts of waking up his husband to vanish.

"I want to see you again," the latter murmured.

"You already are," Wei Ying couldn't help but point out jokingly.

Santa tweaked a nipple for that, making him gasp. "Hush."

He then bent down to kiss him all over his chest before tonguing that same nipple. Wei Ying moaned, but when he tried to dig his fingers into his hat, he was restrained.

"I am afraid that you will need to be 'held hostage' now. You know you are not supposed to do that unless allowed," Santa chided.

"But..." Wei Ying attempted to protest.

"No buts."

"...it feels so good," he continued anyway. "How could you expect me not to want to do that?"

Santa laughed. "I never said that you cannot want that. Just that you cannot do that unless you're permitted."

And on that note, he returned to what he was doing. Wei Ying squirmed before arching upwards, desperate for friction. He had gone from half-hard to fully erect almost immediately.

Unfortunately, Santa did nothing to help with this for the time being. He raised his hips so that his aching cock wouldn't have to chance to even brush against him.

"Please," Wei Ying begged. "Please."

But he was ignored. Therefore, all he could do was lie underneath him and suffer that wonderful torture.

However, it wasn't very long when Santa Claus was done with his other nipple, although it felt like it had been for Wei Ying. The older man kissed his stomach and belly-button several times, then finally removed his pants and underwear, still with one hand. Wei Ying helped by bending his legs to make it easy for him.

"Good boy. Thank you," Santa whispered as he tugged down his own.

"You're welcome," he mumbled with a smile. He loved being called that.

Santa raised his hand, and a bottle popped up out of thin air. It squeezed lube onto it, which he coated Wei Ying's now throbbing manhood with. He did the same with his own after that, crawled in between his legs, and took the both of them in hand with a groan.

Wei Ying's eyes shut as his mouth opened in pleasure and relief. He would have blown up if his cock wasn't touched or sucked or something by this point.

The latter chortled, obviously having read his mind, and kissed him affectionately. Then he began jerking them, not stopping until his husband abruptly showed up.

He and Santa recounted these events to Lan Zhan, who listened patiently.

"As I said earlier, I am to blame," Santa told him when they were done. "I ought to have let him get you before doing anything."

"Mn," Lan Zhan agreed. "But be that as it may. I am certain you both knew, before you were distracted, that I would have preferred to be awakened first. Therefore, I am holding you and Wei Ying equally responsible."

Wei Ying couldn't help but snort at this. "How can you hold him responsible? That's impossible! He's Santa Claus, not some common person," he exclaimed.

Really, the idea of it was insane!

"I know he is not. However, I can. Simply put, because I just did. And also, because I know this; he cares enough to allow me to."

Wei Ying quirked an eyebrow at Santa, who didn't refute this at all. Instead, because he did care - as Lan Zhan had said - and because of the person he was, he nodded in acceptance.

Of course, that didn't mean that he wasn't just as taken aback as Wei Ying. It truly was ironic.

"Very well. What will you have us do?" Santa inquired.

Lan Zhan reached down to pick up the cookies they left for him. He chewed them slowly, his own brows furrowed in contemplation. Then he took a few sips of milk and held it out in their direction. Santa kindly let Wei Ying - who had just finished eating his other cookie - have some next, then drank the remainder of it. When the plate and cup were magically cleaned and put away after that, Lan Zhan gestured to them.

"Bedroom. Now," he ordered. "I will discuss everything there."

They inclined their heads and stood up. Santa snapped his fingers, and the next thing they knew, they were all in said room.

Wei Ying yelped. It had been two Christmases since he had done that. "A warning would have been nice, you know. This isn't Harry Potter. Lan Zhan and I aren't used to Apparating to places like you are. It's really startling!"

Lan Zhan nodded, even though he didn't look quite as alarmed as he did.

Santa chuckled. "I am sorry. I will keep that in mind."

"Thank you."

"Mn. But enough about that. It is time for discussion, remember," Lan Zhan stated.

They nodded once more and sat on the bed.