Christmas Special: Santa, Baby!

[reitassugarlump]

Title: Santa, baby!
Oneshot

Author: reitassugarlump
Pairing: Uruha & Ruki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: fluff, kissing, smut, man x man blowjob
Beta: hinoeuma13
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with them. This is all fiction.
Notes: Because there is only one man who looks hot in a sexy Santa costume.
Notes II: hanks for all the comments on my stories so far! *////* It's really encouraging!!! So here's a piece of Christmas smut for all of you!
Note III: or everybody who voted for a bondage/S&M theme, don't worry. I'll keep it in mind ;)

Summary: Contrary to common belief Santa Clause is NOT a jolly fat man with an enormous beard, but a young, tall and handsome man. And he is certainly not jolly. Business is tough these years; kids want electronic devices that constantly cause production errors in the “toy fabricator”, the elves lack discipline and worst of all, the list of believers gets shorter every year. What to do? When Ruki goes around spreading Christmas dissent, Santa has had enough. He decides to make a personal call.


Christmas 1989.

Dear Santa,

I heard tell, that you are not real and it’s really my parents who bring me presents. But just in case that’s not true I am telling you anyway.

For Christmas I want

-the football stickers I am still missing for my album (Paul James, Michel Platini, Iliya Valov)

-a ghost busters action figure

-a puppy

Ruki (aka Trouble in Trousers)

It was the year his parents had told him Santa Clause didn’t exist. Ruki wouldn’t believe them and decided to camp in the living room, to meet Santa and prove his parents wrong. Unfortunately he fell asleep under the Christmas tree while waiting. When he awoke the next morning someone had put a blanket over him and left him a note. Didn’t want to wake you. What are you sleeping in the living room for, anyway? As long as you believe in me, I’ll always visit you. No need to sleep under the tree. Merry Chistmas. Santa.

However, that did nothing to convince him, since he got neither the football stickers, nor the ghost busters action figure. He did get a BMX bike and although that was actually better, it was not what he written in his letter. To cheer him up his parents promised they would pick up a puppy the coming year, but Ruki had already lost all faith in Santa Clause.

As he grew up he came to dislike Christmas more and more. He hated Christmas shopping, because every single shop was crammed with people. From mid-November Christmas songs were played in every shop so that by December he was sick of them. Sensible adults dressed up as elves and reindeer to trick children into believing in Santa Clause and to trick parents into buying ridiculously expensive toys. They were all hypocrites and Ruki despised them for their fake jolly behavior. He did not celebrate Christmas, and made fun of people who were overly excited about it.

The day before Christmas 20XX

Ruki was standing outside the PSC, wrapped in a thick black scarf and hat. His leather jacket was not keeping him warm but he would not admit that to his two colleagues who stepped out beside him.

“Looking forward to Christmas, Ruki?” asked Tora, while lighting his cigarette. It was a redundant question, he knew, and he also knew the answer he was going to get. But he liked Christmas and would not allow Ruki to ruin his mood.

“No. Why would I? It’s the transformation of a plaintive religious holiday into an orgy of capitalism and credit card debt.” The smaller man smiled mirthlessly.

Shou leaned over to Tora and whispered, "He gives me goose bumps with that attitude. It’s like he is a leather clad hybrid between Scrooge and the Grinch.”

Tora stifled a laugh. Ruki was shooting hateful glances across the street where a huge sign announced Santa’s Grotto. All last week, parents and children had queued in front of the cheerful red tent. The council had put a lot of effort in this event. There were real Christmas trees and reindeer. Even Ruki had to admit these animals were extraordinarily cute. Elves in green hats with bells sewed onto them had given away small bags of chocolate money, balloons and red and white candy canes to the children.

Again the tall dark haired man addressed Ruki “Just admit it. Your parents never took you to see Santa when you were a kid and now you’ve become a grumpy old man.”

Ruki looked up at him. “First, I am not old. Second, why do I have to justify myself for not liking Christmas? Would I have to justify myself for not eating fish?”

Just then a group of children came around the corner, quite obviously heading for the Grotto. They were laughing and exchanging bets on what Santa would bring them for Christmas. They had to stop in front of traffic lights just a few steps away from where Ruki, Tora and Shou were standing. The three watched them. Tora and Shou had to smile at their childish delights while Ruki sneered.

“Look at them.” Ruki jeered. “Little fools. How can they not see how the world has a jolly good laugh over them still believing in Santa Clause, when everybody knows better?”

“Ru~” Tora admonished him, because Ruki had raised his voice to be heard over the children’s chatter. “Now, don’t say anything...”

“Naive brats! Santa Clause doesn’t exist and your parents go through a hell of a lot of trouble to fake it for you! Grow up!”

Shou gaped speechlessly. Tora just massaged his temples while the kids, with tears in their eyes ran across the street, past Santa’s Grotto and vanished behind the block of buildings.

“Was that really necessary?” Shou was dumbfounded. Tora just shook his head. “He’s a dead loss. You know him. Bear with it, Christmas will soon be over.”

Christmas Eve.

nbsp;On Christmas Eve the vocalist spent all afternoon watching action movies, listening to non-Christmas music and wrapping presents. Not believing in Santa Clause was one thing. Neglecting to buy gifts for his family quite another. It was getting late but Ruki felt no urge to go to bed just yet. He sat on the sofa for a while, drinking a beer and enjoying Kill Bill. Without even realising, he dozed off. That night he had a dream. It was such a lucid dream.

nbsp;The room was illuminated by the soft glow of hundreds of tall candles. Books were stacked in piles up to the ceiling; loose sheets of paper were clattered on the floor or held together by leather straps. Pastel letters with pony imprints were rare these days, more common were bright pink, sparkling papers with Hello Kitty comics or red and blue letters displaying action figures in aggressive poses. A man sat at a huge desk, bowed low over a thick, leather bound volume of “list of believers ‘K-L’”. He was currently dressed in his oversized red comfy pants and a simple white T-shirt with a photograph of himself among 8 reindeer imprinted on it. He was rubbing his forehead, to chase away the headache that had been developing. For hours on end he’d been going through the books now. His finger hovered over a name and with a sigh he dipped the long, slim white feather quill into the red ink and scratched out a name. He remembered a time when there were more names added than taken off, but these days… Lost in nostalgia he never heard the approaching footsteps. When someone was discreetly clearing his throat next to him he looked up into the eyes of his chief elf.

“Yes Kai?” he asked tiredly.

“Santa, the ‘toy fabricator’ broke down again…” Kai said, looking as tired as Santa sounded.

“Again? That’s the fourth time in two days!” The blonde pushed his chair back, got up and stretched himself, “What is it this time?”

“The error was caused by this letter…” Kai held out a letter he been carrying in his green gloved hands. Santa took it and read it. His brows furrowed.

“Kai, what is a NDS 3DS XL?” he asked quizzically.

“I believe it is a hand held game console…”

“Like a Ticayo?”

“Erm… no.”

“I’ll go down with you and we’ll reboot the fabricator. Mind you, I don’t think it’s going to last. Kids these days wish for all sorts of strange things. The fabricator just can’t cope. If things continue like this, we’ll be out of business by next year.”

He followed his friend down a corridor and through a door labeled ‘toy fabricator control room - restricted access’. While Santa reset the toy protocol and formatted the letter input reader Kai was standing beside him, looking through the great windows down into the factory, where a group of elves dressed in green and red costumes tried to extinguish a small fire: The smoking remnants of the fabricator’s attempt to create a NDS 3DS XL.

“How many this year?” the elf asked suddenly his voice full of sadness.

“Too many.” Santa looked up at his friend and smiled comfortingly. “Don’t worry! It takes more than a shortening list of believers to bring us down. Kai I’ve known you for hundreds of years now, trust me, this is inflation. Happens everywhere. It will pass. There are still more than enough children believing in me. In us!” He patted his friend on the shoulder.

Suddenly the door burst open and a dark haired elf in a red striped costume stumbled in, too out of breath to deliver his message.

“Santa!…books…bored…mess…Aoi…” he panted.

“I don’t understand a word you’re saying. Take a deep breath… yes that’s it. Now, what is it?”

“Sorry to interrupt you, Santa.” The elf said, still breathing hard. “Aoi sent me to tell you that ... that the writer of books is not busy enough, got bored and is annoying the elves at letter processing…”

“When you say ‘annoying’…” Kai inquired about the details.

“Well you know Reita… he’s got quite the vivid imagination. So instead of writing children’s books he now sprouts erotic poetry… rather explicit poetry as I may add.”

Santa groaned. “See this is what happens when children want to read complex, horribly translated manuals for electronic devices instead of good old fashioned paper backs. Kai, can you finish this up?” He turned to his chief elf, who had turned chalk white at this news. “And please run an update, it may be included in the new app, together with that thing from yesterday, what was it, a kbox 120?”

“No problem.” In a slightly bitter tone he added, "See what happens when you employ dubious staff… I told you he was a no-good type of person…”

“Yes yes…” Santa smiled gently, “I know: You told me so. And now cheer up. It’s Christmas, I don’t want any more of this unseasonal grumpiness!”

The elf, still standing in the door way, hopped nervously from one leg to the other, “Santa, the writer of books?”

“Of course. Lead the way!” He followed the elf out into the hallway. Just before the door fell shut Kai was sure he heard him mumble. “Christ, I don’t think the Easter bunny has to deal with things like this…”

When Santa opened the door into the letter processing office letters were flying everywhere. Sacks of letters, which were usually neatly leaning against the far corner, were pushed over - piled up into a small mountain like stage. On top stood a finely clad elf with bells on his shoes and his clothes. He was striking an epic pose and was reciting lines of poetry. Half the office elves were trying to control the mess the bard had caused, the other half were blushing with embarrassment.

'Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,--
Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red--
The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine.
What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy head:
Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies;
Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes? 
'Art thou ashamed to kiss? then wink again,
And I will wink; so shall the day seem night;
Love keeps his revels where they are but twain;
Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight:
These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean
Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.

*

Santa was actually impressed. Who would have thought that the writer of books with titles such as ‘The chicken and the yak’ could make such eloquent poetry? Apart from the subject matter it was a really formidable piece of literature.

“Santaaa-aa!” An exasperated looking, dark haired elf came stomping across the room. But before he could make any demands about the removal of the lyrical delinquent he slipped on a discarded envelope and slid towards Santa like Bambi on an icy lake. Santa caught him around the waist and steadied him. “Good afternoon, Aoi!” he said, “What seems to be the problem?” Aoi, head of the department of letter processing pointed up at Reita, the writer of books. “I’ve had it up to here with the guy! We don’t get enough book requests these days to keep him busy so he comes up here and pesters us. Either to find a commission or to recite his latest work or …”

“I see.” Santa replied watching fascinated as the bard combed his hands through his short blonde hair and re-enacted some of the more vivid scenes of his lyrics.

“My job is hard enough without him wreaking mayhem in my department. Half the letters we receive these days have impossible wishes on them. Or the kids don’t really believe but write a letter just in case they are wrong… There was a kid just earlier he sent a four paged list of the video games he wanted in alphabetical order. Or the girl, who lives on the 40th floor of an apartment building but would like a pony. And now the writer of books has overthrown my filing system and the guys from the ‘responses office’ will come to pick up the processed letters in half an hour.” The elf looked like he was about to cry. Santa closed his eyes for a moment. He took a deep breath and surveyed the mess.

“How about, you just take all the impossible wishes and hand them to the writer of books. He can then write a story customised for every kid. This way he’ll be busy and you can tick off some more letters?”

Aoi's eyes became wide. “Santa!” he gasped, “You know very well that wish transfers have to be sanctioned by the impossibility committee!”

Santa rolled his eyes. Sometimes he wondered when bureaucracy had found its way into the Christmas-business. “Excuse me, who’s the boss here?”

Aoi blushed.

“Exactly. The impossibility committee has been established for borderline cases, to give you guys authority so you won’t have to ask me all the time.” He absentmindedly scratched his flat stomach.

“I trust you can handle the situation from now on? And as far as the Responses Office is concerned, I am sure they have enough to do to keep themselves busy if one delivery is delayed…”

The head elf groaned, but straightened to rise up to the task. He hadn’t become head of the department by being easily overwhelmed in difficult situations. He withdrew a few elves from the inbox service and got them to clean up the mess Reita had made. All the while he got one of the junior elves to collect all of the impossible wishes and bundle them up for Reita to take away. Quite content with the procedures Santa turned to leave.

At his desk, Uruha closed the “List of believers ‘K-L’” and pushed it away to clear his desk. So many have stopped believing this year, he thought. It wouldn’t be so bad if there were fewer people who’d ruin Christmas for the kids. He knew Christmas had become a season of greed and materialism, but it was still pristine for the kids, for they knew nothing of the world of adults. Yet there were people who discouraged children from believing. He combed his hand through his long blonde hair and looked up to find Kai standing beside him.

“I hate to interrupt you, Santa.” The elf sighed.

“What is it now?”

“Slight operating delays in Wrapping. The elves have tied up Reita with the spare supplies of gold ribbons and now we are running low on...”

Santa buried his face in his hands. “I bet the Easter bunny doesn’t have to put up with that sort of thing...”

“Pardon?” The elf asked politely.

“Nothing. Just why was the writer of books in Wrapping? I thought the head of letter processing had... och never mind. Well... If Reita isn’t busy enough, send him over to help at the stables. They are always looking for help. Send a couple of junior elves to get more ribbons.” He got up and stretched his tired limbs. His thoughts lingered on Ruki. So his friend would be alone at Christmas.

“What are you thinking about?” Kai inquired.

“Just that, I can feel them sowing doubts in the hearts of children. Maybe I should do a little something for the old belief muscles... maybe sooty footprints and sleigh marks on the rooftops are no longer enough...? I can no longer stand by and watch this tragedy!”

“You mean a public appearance?”

“No! Who’d want to see me of all people? No one would for a second believe I am Santa Clause. I don’t have the beard or the stature or the booming voice to say ‘HOHOHO’. They’d laugh at me. No, I was thinking of a more private audience.”

“You’re going to make an example?” The elf asked.

Santa turned around grinning ruthlessly. “Yes.”

“Very well. I’ll rearrange your schedule around that visit. I am not going to risk our tour on this. Don’t give me that look. Please remember we are leaving in a few hours and you have to get dressed.”

Santa raised his hands to stop his friend. “Alright....”

“What are you going to...?” the elf hazarded a question.

“I’ll make it up as I go.”

“Is that even a plan?”

“You’re not trying to stop me?” That came as a bit of a surprise to Uruha. He'd expected Kai to try and talk him out of it.

The elf shook his head. “Would I stand a chance? I’ll manage this bedlam and make sure we are ready for departure.”

“I am glad you are here, old friend. What would I do without you?”

In Ruki’s living room the only source of light was a glass cabinet which was illuminated by indirect soft light. Nothing in his apartment gave a way that it was Christmas. Or the festive season. There was no tree, no tinsel, no candles, no nativity figurines, no Christmas cards. Just the way Ruki liked it. Here he could escape from the insanity of people in Christmas mood. Ruki still lay sleeping on the sofa, his beer had gone stale. He lay stretched out across the pillows, snoring.

“Still keeping that habit of sleeping in the living room, I see...” a voice pulled Ruki from his dreams. Suddenly the small man was wide awake. Someone was in his apartment. It took him a few seconds to make out the figure leaning against his kitchen counter and smiling smugly down at him.

“What the…? Who?” He stuttered and searched frantically for his mobile or anything else to defend himself against the intruder.

The man only laughed and pushed himself off the counter as he walked towards the sofa. Ruki stared at him. He was wearing tight black jeans, with a belt buckle the size of grapefruit. It said MERRY XMAS on silver background. Although his boots were clunky he made no sound as he walked across the parquet floor, and Ruki was amazed to find, that he was wearing a crimson red coat with thick fur trimming. He brushed some snowflakes off the white fur and Ruki was about ask how he dared to invade his privacy as well as dirty his apartment, when he realised the flakes evaporated before hitting the ground.

“Stop gaping.” The man said gently. For a moment there was an awkward silence. Uruha realized that he hadn’t dealt with adults in quite some time. The elves didn’t count. Except for Kai they were all behaving like children at Toys ‘r us most of the time. He didn’t know what to do now that he was here. He had a candy cane in his coat which he could offer, but somehow he thought that wouldn’t help.

Meanwhile Ruki wasn’t sure how there could be an awkward silence with a burglar. Who was this guy, what was he doing here and why hadn’t Ruki called the police yet?

“I hear you don’t believe in Santa Clause…” The man now started. He had wandered over to Ruki’s window and looked out at a procession of Carol singers.

“Of course I don’t and what business is that of yours?” Ruki crossed his arms before his chest.

“Well, I AM Santa Clause, hence it IS my business…”

Brows furrowed, Ruki got up and walked away from the stranger. His heart beat so fast he could hear nothing else but the blood rushing past in his ears. Obviously, some stalker had broken into his apartment pretending to be Santa Clause. He’d never thought his dissent of the annual monkey business would attract a Christmas-o-phile nutter. One had to be pretty delusional to think one is Santa Clause, even if one lacked all the obvious characteristics.

“Hurts to see that you don’t believe in me even as I stand before you. I know you well. You’re the guy who walks around ruining children’s dreams. Are you not going to offer me a tea? I am a visitor. Do you lack manners as well as common sense?”

For a moment Ruki entertained some doubts, as to whether this may really be Santa Clause. It would ease his mind, because the alternative was that this guy had been stalking him for a while. But he discarded the thought. How was that possible? Santa Clause didn’t exist. And if he did exist he certainly looked nothing like the guy in front of him. Ruki was positive that neither Santa clause nor burglar looked that… enticing.

“I normally don’t do cheap tricks to impress people, but you look like you could do with some convincing.” He knelt down before Ruki. He turned Ruki’s palms to face upwards and a moment later, almost transparent at first, a snow globe appeared. Inside lay a boy sleeping underneath the Christmas tree.

“Do you remember that year?” Uruha asked, hiding a grin as he remembered, “It’s the first time I met you. You scared the living daylights out of me.”

Ruki squinted and saw someone standing behind the fir. “I was almost done, when you suddenly came into the living room. You dragged your toy doggie behind you and talked to him about how you would stay awake all night if need be to meet Santa Clause.”

The scene was giving Ruki goose bumps. Yes. He remembered, very well.

“I still have the scar from when I tripped over the carpet in an attempt to hide between the tree and chest of drawers, before you’d see me.”

Unbelievable, Ruki thought. Now that he looked at the scene from a birds eye perspective he wondered how he could have missed the 6 feet tall man squeezed behind the tree. Then again, he’d not expected Santa Clause to be hiding himself in this ridiculous manner. Suddenly he felt all that suppressed anger boiling up inside of him. “I really wanted that action figure!” he mumbled.

“I know. But all your friends got bikes… If I’d given you the action figure you couldn’t have gone cycling with them.”

With a pinch of guilt Ruki realised that was true. The summer that year had been beautiful and he and his friends had spent a lot of time outside. He looked into Uruha’s eyes. Could this really be Santa Clause?

“You don’t look a day older…”

“Ah well, thank you. It goes with the job, you see. Everlasting hotness. Could be worse.”

“What about the outfit?” Still skeptical the smaller man inspected Uruha’s somewhat questionable attire.

A little exasperated, Santa growled. “If I ever find out who started that rumour I am going to throw him off my sleigh, stark naked, somewhere over Greenland.”

Ruki couldn’t suppress a grin.

“Are you laughing at me?

“Don’t you have a lot to do? It’s Christmas.” Hastily, Ruki tried to change the subject.

“I consider this a business trip. If you shorten my list of believers any further I might have to kill you. This is just a friendly warning.”

Ruki looked shocked.

“Just kidding. But seriously. I am sorry you stopped believing in me because of that incident, but you can’t go around breaking children’s hearts.” The image in Ruki’s hands faded away and the handsome Santa detached himself from him. “If I end up without a job I am going to blame it on you and then I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life. What about this tea, now?”

“Oh, yes. Sorry.” Ruki couldn’t believe he was actually inviting a total stranger to stay. Even less so, one who claimed to be Santa Clause and showed him illusion tricks.

“Do you happen to have any biscuits? I haven’t had dinner yet.”

Taken aback by the question Ruki got up and went to the kitchen. Wasn’t this a bit too bizarre and whimsical even for Ruki? Yet it didn’t feel wrong. He wasn’t afraid of the stranger either, as one should be. Apart from that initial urge to hit him over the head with a frying pan, he felt rather comfortable in his presence now. He brought some beer and sandwiches. He hesitated. Could you offer alcohol to Santa Clause? He wasn’t sure about the protocol. He stood there somewhat at a loss of what to do.

“Yes.” Answered Santa.

“Yes, what?” Ruki asked perplexed.

“Yes, I do drink alcohol. Or what did you think happens to all that milk and sherry kids leave out for me?”

“Erm… you drink all of them?” Slowly he started moving again, setting a bottle before Uruha.

“Yes. Well… no. Most of it ends up in my chief elf. He accompanies me on the tour.”

“Don’t you get drunk?” This was an interesting line of thought. Ruki found himself more and more curious about this man.

“No I don’t. And Kai… well he’s a bit tipsy by the end of the night but other than that…”

“Kai?” Surprised, Ruki looked up, “I thought the elves had more … well… fantastic names like…Sparkles or Candy or Noël.” He suggested.

“Lord no! They all have, what you might call, normal names. Just like me. Do you think I go by Santa Clause 365 days a year?” The blonde laughed heartily and took a sandwich. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“Well… I’ve never given that much thought, but yeah, I guess so.”

“Ah, but I don’t.” He licked bread crumbs off his finger tips and held his hand out to Ruki, “call me Uruha.”

“Uruha?” Ruki’s eyebrow went up.

“You should feel honored. I am not telling just anybody!” He was silent for a moment before he looked straight at Ruki again. “I am sorry.” His voice was caring and gentle.

Ruki blushed. That much attention from San- from Uruha was making him nervous. “W-Why?”

“Because of me you are alone tonight. No one should be alone on Christmas…”

“It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry… and after all you are here now. So to be exact: because of you, I have company.”

“Can you forgive me?” he bit his lip. “I even got a present for you.”

This was beyond belief As a child Ruki had always dreamt of meeting Santa Clause. He had imagined himself, finding the jolly old man in his living room one Christmas Eve. But he had not pictured himself to receive a personal visit, years later by a young man in tight jeans. He felt himself blush an even deeper shade of crimson as he thought of how sexy Uruha was. He’d never had the heart to mention to his parents that he was gay. Not that he was, what you might call ‘successfully gay’. He hadn’t had a lasting relationship in over a year. Just his luck that of all people Santa Clause struck his fancy.

“Oh well… thanks.” A silly giggle escaped his lips and Ruki would have loved to dig a hole and hide in it. He didn’t dare look up. Suddenly he felt a hand under his chin as Uruha made him look up.

“Don’t ever feel embarrassed in front of me!” he chided him, “I’ve known you since you were a kid, there are few thing I don’t know about you…”

The smaller man’s eyes went wide.

“How did you think I judge whether someone was naughty or nice? It’s all done by computers these days… my files are even more detailed than any you could find with the CIA. I know … you.”

Ruki swallowed hard. “Erm… you know… everything?”

Uruha smiled teasingly. “Don’t worry, haven’t I brought you presents every year? Although you are what some people may consider… a naughty boy?”

Believing in Santa Clause was fine. Meeting him, he could handle. But having Santa Clause tell him it was okay to be gay was just off every scale. And damn why did the guy have to be so bloody close to him while doing it?

In a desperate attempt to deny all of it, he somewhat hysterically grabbed his beer, drowned all of it, choked, coughed and said, “Who in their right mind would find you attractive anyway?”

“Is that so?” he slid closer to Ruki on the sofa. “Not attracted to me, are you?” He leaned closer and Ruki had to bend back to avoid him. “That is a real shame, you know. Since I came all the way here for you.” Somehow it didn’t sound disappointed but chaffing.

“So what… you want me to sleep with you out of sympathy?” Ruki had fallen back and was now lying on the sofa, Uruha had one hand beside Ruki’s head and was leaning over him.

“Oh? Now where did that idea come from? I never said anything like it.” His lips moved closer to Ruki’s but before they touched he whispered “Naughty boy!” Ruki craned his head away. “Well what is an innocent man to think when you are suddenly all over me, giving me that seductive look?”

“I see… how about I close my eyes? Will that help you think more clearly?” Ruki chanced a glance at the man above him only to suck in a generous amount of air when he saw how Uruha had closed his eyes and was licking his lips as if in pleasure. He was so close, Ruki only had to lift his head slightly to kiss him. He could feel Uruha’s body pressed against his. How did he end up underneath Santa? He just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. In a feverish attempt to escape this situation he tried to push Uruha off him, but that only ended up counterproductive. Having his hands rest on Uruha’s chest was not helping him make sensible decisions. Lost in thought Ruki gently dug his fingers into the soft material of Uruha’s shirt. He could feel the strong chest underneath. Did Santa Clause work out? He had a hard time picturing the blonde doing Thai boxing in his long red coat with his elves. Long strands of golden hair had loosened from under Uruha’s hood and were now falling over his face, as he was hovering over the vocalist. Uruha’s long red coat covered both of them, Ruki felt the soft material brush against his naked arms. How could anything be so soft?

Uruha raised an eyebrow. His piercing dark eyes rested on Ruki’s once more, who tried to avert his gaze but couldn’t. Just for a second Uruha was reminded of Reita’s poem. Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes? Ever so slowly he closed the space between them. Ruki, who had decided he was going insane anyway, thought he might as well play along. And kissing Santa Clause tasted agonisingly good.

After some initial hesitation Ruki let go of Uruha’s shirt and buried his hands in the blonde, soft hair, guilelessly deepening the kiss. He opened his mouth to let Uruha’s begging tongue inside. In all his relationships Ruki had never been treated so gently. Uruha caressed his cheek and although their kiss was passionate and, to be frank, hot, Uruha’s lips were not dominating. Ruki felt him nipping at his lips and he leaned into the other man, trying to pull him closer.

A rush of sensations were threatening to overwhelm Ruki. The red hot kisses were setting him on fire and every inch of his body became more sensitive to Uruha’s touches. He longed to bury himself in the nape of the blonde’s neck and kiss him until he bruised just to repay him for the incredible feelings he aroused in Ruki.

When their lips parted for an instant so they could both catch their breaths, Uruha saw nothing but pure bliss in Ruki’s eyes. He smiled. Normally he would feel unwelcome in a house that had so little festive mood, but here, next to this man, he felt wanted. With skilled hands he unbuttoned Ruki’s shirt, showering every inch of revealed skin with kisses. He made his way all the way down to Ruki’s navel and when he dipped his tongue into the small mold, Ruki could not withhold a moan. The small vocalist relished the feeling of Uruha’s ministrations. His body trembled with ecstasy and the thrill of anticipation.

Uruha was settled comfortably on top of Ruki. He could feel every movement the other man made. Could sense every strain for more closeness, every tensing up when he incited more lust with tongue, and every arching up against him when the heat between Ruki’s legs grew and became more and more demanding of attention. Uruha was leaving a wet trail with his tongue from Ruki’s navel towards his waist line and scratching his nails gently over the soft skin of the smaller man’s sides to spur him on.

Ruki’s head had dipped back onto the low arm rest of the sofa. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted as he whispered small sounds of passion. His trousers had already become unbearably tight and he tried to rub himself against Uruha’s legs to receive at least a minimum of relief. But Uruha pressed him down firmly, holding his waist and continuing his torturous touches just above Ruki’s trousers. He could feel Uruha so close to where he wanted and needed him, but still just far away enough as to not be satisfying. When he decided he didn’t want to bear this a second longer he reached for Uruha’s face, and pulled him back up to kiss him passionately and demandingly. He caught the blonde by surprise and when their lips had locked once more Ruki wrapped his leg around Uruha’s and used his freed hips to turn them over. What Ruki failed to consider, was that the sofa was not wide enough. They slid off the sofa, landed on the silky material of Uruha’s red coat and with Ruki finally able to move more freely on top of the other he instantly started undressing Uruha. The blonde laughed in surprise but made no move to stop him. He took his time watching the other man, taking in every detail of his naked abdomen. Ruki looked stunning, slightly out of breath but radiating desire. Uruha raised his arms so that Ruki could pull his shirt off, before they were embracing each other once more, relishing the feel of bare skin against bare skin.

Before Ruki could start unbuckling Uruha’s belt however the taller man caught his hands gently but firmly. He breathed heavily as if it cost him a lot of determination to stop Ruki at this point and whispered. “It’s Christmas, so you’ll be getting the presents. But mark my words by tomorrow morning you won’t be able to deny my existence anymore. I’ll make you scream my name so often that you will never again be able to say I am not real.”

The smaller man held his breath but nodded. A few seconds later he was lying on his back again. He could not remember how that had happened, but Uruha was already fumbling with his zipper. The prospect of being touched was enough to make Ruki groan with excitement. He wasn’t wearing boxers so when Uruha pulled down his jeans his throbbing erection was bared. Ruki could see Uruha’s eyes locked onto it, could sense him smiling and was sure he heard him whisper “Naughty boy” but all of that only made him more aroused. He arched his hips up to kick Uruha into action, but the blonde took his time to dip down his head and kiss the inside of Ruki’s thighs. The suspense was about to make Ruki wail in frustration.

Finally Uruha closed his lips over Ruki’s shaft and the flood of sensations caused stars to flicker before Ruki’s eyes. Even as he closed them, the fireworks of sparks continued to jitter on the inside of his eyelids. His whole body tensed up as he felt his erection slide sensually into the hot cavity of Uruha’s mouth. His hands tried to hold onto something, dug into the red coat he was lying on. His clothes had gone. Discarded somewhere out of sight. The only thing that mattered was Uruha’s mouth. And his skilled tongue. It whirled around Ruki’s hard length, soothing the pain, where his teeth scraped provocatively over the bare flesh.

With each time the hot mouth engulfed him, and those sexy lips conquered him, jolts of lust shot through his body like electric charges. His breath was rapid and uncontrolled as Uruha sped up his movements. Ruki saw nothing else except the picture of Uruha, their eyes locked, as the blonde sucked him so hard Ruki thought he might lose consciousness. Ruki clung to Uruha’s bare shoulders. He would have loved to explore the other’s body, make him as crazy with lust as he was now, but he had lost all control over his body. Driven by pleasure he thrust his hips up and his cock into Uruha’s mouth who took him in effortlessly. With every dipping of Uruha’s head, Ruki wanted to enter deeper into the sweet hotness. He heard himself beg and scream for Uruha to make him come. And Uruha complied. As he would several times that night. He let go of Ruki’s hips, allowed him to thrust up into his mouth, as the smaller man neared his climax. He sucked him until Ruki lay shaken and panting beneath him. Then he wiped his lips and crawled up to lay next to Ruki. He stroked Ruki’s bare chest, trailed his fingertips like feathers over the sweaty skin and just watched the aftermath of Ruki’s climax in the smaller man’s eyes.

“Do you believe?” he asked him.

“Mhm…” Ruki mumbled.

“I can’t hear you.”

When Ruki didn’t reply after a few moments, Uruha tauntingly let his finger wander down between Ruki’s legs again. He leaned over and pulled the naked man closer. He whispered “I asked: Do you believe?” But before Ruki could respond Uruha sealed his lips with his; lasciviously coaxing the smaller man until he returned the kiss.

When Ruki awoke the next morning his back hurt. It took him a few moments to realise that he was lying on the floor. Had he fallen out of bed? After some orientation he found he lay on the living room floor. He had fallen asleep on the sofa last night and then... The memories returned, clear and detailed. He looked down at himself only to find a huge stain on his trousers. And it wasn’t milk either. Embarassed, he kicked off his pants and got up. Had it been a dream? A very erotic dream? Or had he really met Santa Clause last night. He mumbled to himself only to find his throat sore. Sore from what? Screaming? He wrapped a blanket around himself. A small note fell to the floor. Ruki picked it up. It read: On second thought, don’t quit the habit of sleeping in the living room. It’s quite a hot sight. Merry Christmas. Santa. Slowly, while trying to let this sink in, Ruki headed for the shower. Only to find a trail of black foot prints on his off white carpet in the hall. Enough was enough!

“Okay, okay! I believe! I believe! Was the sooty foot prints really necessary? I don’t even have a chimney! Just you wait until next year! I am going to make you pay for having to replace the carpet!”

*fin*

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*Shakespeare - Venus and Adonis (1593)

Honestly, I don’t like Shakespeare. But the guy just wrote something on every topic. Conveniently.

N/A:

I should really try to write shorter pieces… It’s so much work to edit the whole thing XD

*lazy*

Anyway I hope you’ll enjoy this Christmas Special. It certainly got me in the right mood for Christmas. Now all that’s missing is some snow. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.

Hehe, it was so much fun to make Ruki a Grinch. I can just see him going around and setting the tinsel on fire. And he’d still be hot while doing it XD

While I was writing this was looking for a Gazette photo shoot (or backstage picture) of them wearing Santa hats. Would you believe there is not a single one? How can 5 men be in the business for so long without ever wearing Santa hats? *sigh*

Well, until they do something like that, my vivid imagination of Uruha in a sexy Santa costume will have to suffice.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Comments always welcome

:3