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Title: A Leandros Brothers Christmas
Author:
enchanted_jaeFandom: Cal Leandros
Author's note: In a perfect world, we would all treat one another with kindness and respect, our pets would live as long as we do, and Niko would never have cut that glorious long blond fall of his hair.
Characters: Cal, Niko
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Language, first person pov (Cal's)
Word count: 400
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Rob Thurman, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
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dove_drabbles Prompt No. 110 - Deck the halls with love and laughter
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ficlet_zone Prompt No. 57 - Bruce Springsteen songs. I chose: Glory Days.
Summary: Cal and Niko exchange gifts. And barbs.
"Merry Christmas, little brother." Niko tossed me a gift.
It rattled when I caught it. I knew what it was, but I wasn't going to pass up a chance to give Nik shit.
"Is it a box of condoms?" I asked, giving the gift a shake.
"One box would be a lifetime supply for you."
The smirk fell off my face. "You are such an asshole." I opened the package and smiled. Just what I expected, but also what I wanted. "Hell yeah! Explosive rounds." I reached for my Desert Eagle and brandished it.
"I trust the safety is on," said Niko.
"Nah, I thought I'd blow a few holes in the walls," I said. "You know, while everyone else is doing the deck the halls with love and laughter, I can wreck the walls instead." I glanced around our converted garage apartment. The walls had seen better days. They were already pocked and scarred from various battles and workouts. "What's one more hole?"
"It's winter, Cal."
Damn, he had me there. Niko knew I hated the cold almost as much as I hated his tofu. Speaking of which, I winged a gift at him. Nik caught it with ease. "It's tofu," I told him.
He stared at me for a moment before opening his gift. "Tea," he said, seeming relieved. "This is an interesting brand. Don't tell me you went shopping for something other than armaments and porn?"
"I had Goodfellow get it for me."
"I trust you paid him for it."
"Hell, no."
"Cal."
I groaned. "Okay fine, Cyrano. I'll pay him the next time I see him."
After that, we exchanged a few more gifts. Some plain black and gray T-shirts for me and mineral oil for Nik to clean his blades with. I also gave him a rotating puzzle cube. His forehead furrowed as he immediately set about trying to solve it.
"That should keep you occupied for-"
"Got it."
"...nine seconds," I grumbled, glancing at the clock.
Niko's eyes crinkled at the corners, and a small smile quirked his lips. "It will be interesting to see if Goodfellow can solve it quickly."
"You know Robin. He'll claim he invented them, probably for a sexual reason, and traumatize us with tales of his whoring days."
"Don't you mean his glory days?"
"Nik, this is Robin Goodfellow we're talking about. Whoring is the correct term."