Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Last Christmas ❯ Last Christmas ( One-Shot )

Title: "Last Christmas"

Author: Lilla.

Category: Songfic/ Angst/ Hentai.

Warnings: NC-17

Pairings: YxA.

Disclaimer: All people and events in this fic are purely fictional!

But you already knew that… ^.^;;

What I should be saying is: I don't own any of the Weiss characters!

Sobs…

I am just playing with them, OK? I won't ruin them… much…

Oh and oddly enough the song Last Christmas isn't mine either. Does that surprise you? If it does I got a nice miniaturised spatial giant hamster you might want to buy…

Author's Note: OK, time for some additional warnings.

This ficlet is an Xmas gift for Sardius-chan. So should you want it, no chance of anyone wanting it, but hey one has to have some delusions, you just ask her, OK? ^.^

Also this is going to be a yaoi lemon. Yaoi as in guys getting it on with guys, lemon as in pretty explicit sex. So if you are too young or don't like same sex relationships, don't read! I worship C&Cers and don't mind flames, as long as it isn't meaningless insults, but if you are offended by the clearly stated contents and read it anyway, don't bother letting me know that you are incapable of reading. Well on second consideration you are welcome to do so, I'm sure I'll have a lot of fun reading whatever it might be that you manage to scramble together. It is bound to be much more comical than anything I could ever write.

Many thanks to Nekojita and Sardius for the beta reading! And to Sardius-chan for being a great Muse!

And without any more time lost onwards, or maybe I should have said backwards, to Last Xmas…

These are the song lyrics.

Last Christmas

Aya stood before the counter, ringing up the last customer of this Christmas Eve. All too soon, it would be time to close the shop.

Omi and Ken had already left, as they were both going out for the evening, one to take part in a Christmas party organised by the school, and the other off to spend a festive evening with a family, consisting of only a single mother, of one of his soccer charges. The fact that the soccer fanatic had accepted the invitation of the young, attractive mother of his goalie Yotaro, had the resident playboy harassing the younger man with a collection of all the good pick up lines he should be using, for the last few days.

Yohji himself hadn't divulged any information as to his choice of occupation for the coming evening, but Aya found himself almost hoping that the playboy had found a date. That way, he would be out of his hair for the whole of the evening or, should the man, showing uncharacteristic concern for his team-mates' mental health, decide to take the action to his date's apartment, rather than here, maybe even for the whole night.

The only thing Aya would have asked of Santa Claus, had he believed in the silly story, would have been for this year's Christmas not being a repetition of the last, he thought, while distractedly wishing a satisfied client a good evening. With a faint nod of his head, he indicated to a pensive Kudoh that he would tackle cleaning up the back while the blond should take care of the front. Once he found himself absentmindedly sweeping up the discarded buds and foliage, he had time to once more fall prey to the unstoppable flow of memories.

Once bitten and twice shy

I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye

Memories he had spent a whole year trying to chase away. Just as he had spent all this time avoiding the instigator of said memories, and any companionship he might have offered, by every possible means. He should have been over the drunken one night stand at this point. But really, the angst-ridden man knew he would never be. Every time he looked into the emerald green depths of the Kudoh Yohji's eyes, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper under the man's sway. He could almost feel once more his team-mate's graceful long fingers, faintly criss-crossed with the scarring coming from the use of his wire, ghosting over his chest and downwards, caressing his navel and backside and finally curling around his erect weeping cock…

With a faint shaking of his head, the swordsman abandoned that trail of thought, forcing himself to remember that night of passion had only been important to him, and that while the other man had been having sex with him he'd been thinking about his one-time girlfriend. As if that hadn't been enough, the very next morning had seen the playboy going out and coming back before lunch with a beautiful, barely legal woman whom he had made mad, passionate love to for hours. Probably, the man had wanted to eliminate the taint of Aya's body, had wanted to forget all about being with another man. And again, said girl had actually been around for a while, close to a month, so maybe the man had simply been really taken with her to start with. Aya had been nothing more then a willing body used while she was momentarily unavailable. Not that any sort of explanation could come close to justifying Kudoh's callous abuse of Aya's feelings.

Tell me baby
Do you recognise me?

Once again, Aya had to acknowledge that his feelings, finally voiced in one moment of weakness as he clung to the older man after a mind-blowing orgasm, might have come as a surprise, given his previous attitude towards the walking, blond chimney. And maybe, it had been the admission that had made the pretty tipsy blond murmur his only beloved's name so tenderly. Maybe, the whispered words, which had fallen, melted, so easily in that moment out of Aya's frozen lips had been what had frightened the man off.

The younger man had fled Yohji's presence after that soft "I love you, Asuka", and never found the courage to ask about it afterwards. Because, not even five hours after a whole night of passion in his arms, Kudoh had been back to his usual tricks; without a word of apology, one shred of an explication, not even a sign that he ever would admit that he'd made love to Aya…

Well it's been a year
It doesn't surprise me

Merry Christmas, I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying 'I love you' I meant it

All in all, Aya thought, he shouldn't have been surprised; why would the best-known playboy in all of Tokyo be interested in someone like him? Someone who didn't deserve anything but to repent and to die, much as the dark beasts they all hunted. Maybe, Kudoh had seen the barren wasteland that was his soul and had found his protest of love so absurd that he had never seen the need of even recognising that it had been uttered.

After all, what did Aya know of love? The distant dutiful love of his parents. The warmth of a sibling's hero-worship, which he might never have again. His unvoiced care for his teammates, a feeling he was so adept at hiding that the very recipients of it weren't aware of its existence. And finally, this deep, heart-rending need to be close to the blond cigarette addict, in spite of his own nearly maniacal distaste for the disgusting cancer-sticks. Was Aya even sure that what people called love, was what he was feeling? No, Aya wasn't sure, not by any means. What Aya did know, was that if he was capable of anything resembling love, what he felt for Kudoh was it. He had known last year in his heart that this, finally, was his one chance to love. He had tried to grasp it, and it had predictably blown up in his face.

Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again

Now a year later, he was still trying to put back together what remained of his heart and soul after the explosion. It hadn't been much, Aya had known with grim certainty that without the faint desperate hope that Aya-chan might wake up, he would have had nothing left to live for.

It was in that moment that his dark musings were interrupted by a cheerful, "Yo Aya, I'm all finished up front here. What is keeping you, man?"

With an almost guilty start, the swordsman turned a hopefully cool and collected gaze from the still scattered droppings to the tall, lanky figure of Balinese. The almost physical pain the sight of the man provoked, told him all too eloquently that no matter how much he wanted it to be true, he wasn't yet over the other Weiss' rejection; he probably would never be.

Seeing Kudoh approaching and picking up another broom to finish sweeping up, Abyssinian almost archly lifted an eyebrow as he would have done a year ago, but stopped himself in time, giving his team-mate the completely bland and icy look he had perfected during the past months. And yet, Aya knew that his defences were no more than skin deep, for it would take but a few words to have him caving in. And the blond's next topic of conversation might just be what was necessary to cause this artificial distance he had created between himself and his one-time friend and briefly lover, to come tumbling down. Apparently, explanations were going to be demanded.

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day you gave it away

"Aya," started the playboy, his voice filled with uncertainty, "I have been meaning to talk to you for a long time, but you don't seem to wish to remain in the same room with me long enough for me to even start."

A noncommittal grunt having been his only response, as a sullen Abyssinian furtively glanced at the open door, considering briefly and then discarding the possibility of making a break for it, the older man leaned to the front while using the broom stick as a sort of crutch, to look directly into Aya's violet orbs.

Then, almost timidly, he continued. "Look, I don't know what your problem is. But you have been avoiding me as if I had the plague for the last few months. And that isn't normal, even by your standards. You won't even let me get near enough to you to see to your wounds, you won't let me come along with you on missions, and we all know that sending in you and Ken is an idiotic choice as you both have short-range weapons! ! I thought we were friends. I thought… I don't know what I thought, but one thing is for sure, I surely didn't think you would pull this sort of shit. I care about you, Aya! So why don't we talk about the enormous slight I have done you, and we get it out of the way? It's Christmas, and I would like to go out together just like last year, maybe to that same bar we went to… " When the man finished with a softly whispered, "maybe I'll even see her again if…" something definitively broke in Aya, something fragile, that even all the events of the last year hadn't managed to fully shatter.

For an instant, the swordsman thought of retreating into his room without deigning the insensitive prick of an answer; the knowledge that he actually cared about the woman, Minako or something, that he had spent that month with, and that he hoped to see her again, was enough to make him wish to scream to the Heavens. But then a rush of anger, the likes of which he had only felt while facing Takatori himself, demanded that he hurt the fucking playboy as badly as he had been hurting this last year, as completely as he was suffering now. As his katana was still upstairs, the furious Abyssinian used the one weapon at his disposal: words. After all, how dared the man claim he cared about him as if he was some sort of lovesick puppy, while in the same sentence figuratively kicking him by mentioning the debacle of the previous Christmas!

This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to somebody special

It was a faintly disturbed Yohji that bore the brunt of the accusations, which had been souring and festering for a whole year in Aya's mind.

The younger assassin nearly hissed, "You have the courage to talk dismissively about the 'slight' you inflicted me? Kami-sama, the *slight*! What do you take me for? Some poor child in a snit? Do you want to know what you did to me, you godforsaken bastard? Do you really want to know?"

It was a fairly flabbergasted Balinese that met the stream of nearly shouted foul language and abuse coming from his teammate's mouth. The blond's expression of almost comical surprise might have garnered the laughter of his other fellow Weiss, but not a furious Aya's.

It was with a distinctly unamused expression that the redhead went on, with a vengeance, to chew out the chain-smoker some more. "I bet it was all a fucking game to you. Let's bed Aya to see if I can melt the ice statue, was that it? You think I don't know about your silly jokes? I never commented because I never thought you meant them. But God help me, Kudoh, to get me drunk and into your bed to prove that you were… How did you poetically phrase it to Ken? Ah yes, 'hot enough to melt even our Aya-kun's thick hide.' Well, let me tell you that last Christmas was low even by your standards. You had better not dare to come and say that I am the one endangering the missions and the team either! It was you who started all of this. You who insisted we go out, you who… What did you expect? Did you really think that playing your usual little piece of take them and leave them with one of us would have no consequences? "

The brunt of Aya's anger having dissipated, as the pain and the sorrow came back with a vengeance, the pale man finished in a whisper, "Gods, Kudoh, not even you are dumb enough to think that I could just be taken and discarded… No matter what you believe, even ice statues can feel… Even I, who should know better than to fall into that sort of trap."

A choked sigh followed, then the violet eyed man pasted back on his face the infuriating sneer he wore to anger Ken, and smugly and coldly observed, "Why am I wasting my time with you? Have a nice evening; I am sure I will as soon as you are out of here."

Considering the topic to have been thoroughly exhausted, Aya made to leave, but before he could get to the door, he found his arm gripped by a slightly fevered eyed Yohji, who apparently still had to say his piece.

A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes

"Aya," started the blond, his voice rough as if he were in the grip of some powerful emotion. "Did you never stop to think that your avoiding me for months on end, leaving me in the shop with a frantic Omittchi, a worried Ken-ken and all those crazy school girls, as if I had some contagious illness, might have been a little much?"

The murderous glare directed his way eloquently conveyed the redhead's opinion to the playboy.

I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice

"OK, maybe you thought I deserved it… but man, I mean you started giving me the cold shower as soon as you realised what we'd done. What was I supposed to think? You didn't want to talk, you didn't want to listen, you most certainly didn't want to see me…"

Aya's glare having gone up to Takatori-shine intensity was all the answer required. Still, oddly enough, the swordsman for once in his life had something to add to his most frightening weapon, his violet eyes. With a cold precision, the redhead carefully articulated, "One word Kudoh: Minako."

The pained expression on Yohji's face was indication enough that the chain-smoker did remember, as odd as it may seem, the woman, and that he acknowledged that Aya did have a point this once.

My god I thought you were
Someone to rely on
Me?
I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart

With a heavy sigh, the blond went on to further explain. "Aya, I didn't want to ruin it. But, how do you think I felt when you told me… you know that…"

Before the man managed to continue, though, a homicidal redhead interrupted him once more. "Oh yes, I know all too well what I told you. I understand all too well the shock you must have felt when you realised that it wasn't just a drunken one night stand, where you could use my body and go back to your promiscuous ways without hurting someone."

But the blond wasn't ready to take it lying down this once, as evidenced by his angry, near shout of "No! No, Aya! How do you think I felt when you told me you loved me, just for you to run away not even ten minutes afterwards, like a bat out of hell? How do you think I felt when I realised that you probably didn't mean it? That you had come to your senses and decided to shut me out of your life, before I could become some sort of liability. That after dropping your little bomb, you could just leave me so callously alone and take off for parts unknown. I had hope for a minute there, Aya, and you squashed it just after you had planted it in my heart! How. Could. You. Did you want to find out what sex would feel like, and thought for a minute that you loved me because of it before chickening out in the face of feelings? I waited in my bed for you for four hours Aya, four fucking hours. Then I had to do something. It was going out and finding alcohol and sex, so that I might try to forget, or go quietly insane, as you left me, just like Asuka. And after I told you I loved you, too."

It was a beyond incensed Aya that answered, his own voice nearly breaking, revealing a wealth of emotions never apparent in the redhead, "How could I? You didn't tell me you loved me, you said 'I love you, Asuka'!!"

Now Yohji was evidently startled, "You thought I had said… But I hadn't! I was saying, 'I love you too, Asuka, forgive me'! But you were out of there before I even finished. I figured you had realised that things were getting serious, and had come to your senses and had decided you didn't love me, and I couldn't find you anywhere, and… Damn, I am blathering, but Aya, you have to believe me!" With suspiciously lucid eyes, the blond tried to get a glimpse of the younger man's feelings from his frozen pools of violet, only to find that those wonderful eyes where anything but frozen.

A man under cover but you tore me apart
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again

"Aya, please tell me that you meant it when you said you loved me! Please tell me that was the truth, and not the disdain and anger you've shown me these last months," whispered a suddenly hopeful Yohji.

Only to read the answer in luminous indigo coloured eyes and in the soft amused "Hn, baka! Can't you tell?" the redhead deigned to offer, before going back, as if a bloodhound, to the one issue he still considered that needed further clarification. "I still have one question, though. Explain Minako."

The faint blush on the chain smoker's face was pretty eloquent in and of itself, but knowing Aya, Yohji held no hope of avoiding the subject. So he decided to admit all the unpleasant truths. "Well, Minako… It's pretty embarrassing, actually. I liked her, but I really never… you know…"

As the embarrassed blond tried to finish his somewhat humiliating disclosure, he found himself nearly flattened by an enraged Abyssinian. "You take me for a fool, Kudoh? Or do you simply hope that, like a good sheltered virgin, I wouldn't be able to tell what certain noises meant? Sorry to disappoint you, but no one living with you for more than a week would mistake that sort of yell!"

Before the smaller man managed to do him grievous harm, the playboy captured his wrists in a firm, one handed grip and managed to trap the seriously pissed off redhead against the wall, thanks his superior height. Having restrained the younger assassin, Yohji proceeded to explain his somewhat shocking statement.

"Aya, I… damn this isn't funny… I tried, but it didn't work out... You see?"

An enraged growl being his only answer, the blond decided to continue quickly before one of the kicks aimed at his groin managed to land.

"Damn, Aya, calm down, would you? I didn't say she left without getting some satisfaction; I am a gentleman you know. She enjoyed herself quite a lot, but we didn't really get to sexual intercourse. I couldn't, she wasn't you! And I got to be beyond pissed at you for that. It was my reputation that was at stake. Plus it was really frustrating… Anyway, I couldn't let Minako go away without properly doing things, and it took me a while before managing things to our mutual satisfaction. She never was special. Just a way to forget about you."

Seeing the incredulous, bug-eyed look on Aya's face was almost recompense enough for the humiliating confession. The faint chuckle, which the smaller man produced, was, however, a little overboard, as far as the henpecked playboy was concerned. The almost smile he got just afterwards was ample compensation for any previous humiliation, though. The unheard of statement that followed had Yohji briefly considering pod people and alien kidnappings, as Aya told him, "Well Yotan, what are the plans? Club or pub?"

Much later that same evening, as the two tipsy florist made their way back home, the alien Aya made another appearance as he hummed with his sexy basso voice the tune of one of the last music pieces they had heard before leaving the club Yohji had chosen for the evening out.

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day you gave it away

"I didn't give it away, I was too much of a moron to realise that I really had it," commented an amused Yotan, referring to the song's lyrics.

"Well," retorted a smug Abyssinian, "you certainly were a moron. But then, that is fairly normal for you…" Taking into consideration the sullen and almost hurt pout on his beloved face, though, the redhead gave a tiny smile before relenting and admitting, in a put upon tone of voice, "OK. Maybe I was a bit of a moron too." Then his expression becoming tense once more, he scolded " But at least I was a faithful one…"

This sobered the mood immediately, as the blond closed his eyes in an expression of hurt before replying to the reproach. "Aya, I know I shouldn't have done that. It was a stupid coping mechanism, and it didn't even work all that well. Also, I have to admit; at that point I wanted to hurt you. To make you see that others would be all too happy to utter those words, and to hear them from my lips. But, now I can promise that nothing of the sort will ever happen again. The great playboy Kudoh is dead, long live Yohji, Abyssinian's Balinese."

Aya smiled faintly once more, almost sending his boyfriend into shock; two smiles from the sullen assassin in one session was something Yohji's mind couldn't really wrap itself around. Then the redhead observed, "Since we are off to a new start, let's just say that, for you, I will try to be Ran… Even if I can't promise that I will be able to resurrect him, especially in our line of business. Also, you call me that, though not in public, or I will kick your butt into next week."

"Ran…" breathed the blond, "you don't have to change for me. You can be Aya or Ran, I love Aya too, I adore him… Heck I even like Abyssinian, and HE is a real prick!"

This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to somebody special

With that, the blond lowered his head for a heated kiss, forestalling any possible comeback. As he explored the mouth of his kitten with his tongue, tracing the profile of Aya's delicious lower lip, he commented, "Well, before we traumatise someone, or get arrested for doing the deed outside, or freeze that gorgeous ass of yours off, why don't we just make a run for home?"

A faint mewling sound being his only answer, the blond grinned. He then proceeded to lick his beloved's neck before blowing softly on the saliva-wet skin, setting the man to shivering. Seeing as this only served to make the younger assassin simply melt a little more in his arms, the devious ex-playboy decided to take things into his own hands, before he found himself with an Aya puddle on the ground.

Considering the short distance remaining to be walked to the flower shop and their apartments, he hoisted the shivering redhead in his arms, eliciting a grunt of protest at such an indignity, before carefully making his way to his first floor apartment. Once he had hauled a very impatient Abyssinian that far, however, the blond was assaulted by images of the last time they had been together in his room, and how they had almost ruined their relationship there. Thus, he decided that being creative, while not only being fun in its own right, as an alternative to waking up last year's memories, would be the best possible solution. Plus, the kitchen was just next door, and having no one to walk in on them was a rarity they should make proper use of.

As Yohji opened with his right hand and corresponding hip the door to the kitchen, Aya finally decided that he had waited enough, and started sucking erotically on the blond's neck. "Hey Count Dracula, knock it off!" sharply exclaimed the put upon playboy, at a particularly ferocious love bite from his hot cargo. "Hn, just marking the territory," answered predictably the redhead, while being unloaded on top of the kitchen table.

"I can share that sentiment" answered the blond, in turn latching on the creamy expanse of skin that Aya's black, low-necked pullover exposed. As he worked his way up the long column of the Abyssinian's neck with his tongue, the devious sex-maniac had time to leave one or two faint marks, before giving in to one of his personal favourites, his kitten's ear.

As he licked the whorls of Aya's ear, the faint smell of lemon wafting up to his nose from the thick red mane he'd threaded his fingers through, was enough to get him hard to the point of pain. The ecstatic sigh his sucking on one succulent earlobe garnered him made his trousers feel even more constrictive. The necessity of getting out of said, nearly crippling denim traps spurred the ex-playboy to starting the difficult operation of divesting Aya of his woollen top, which required a very unwelcome temporary hold of all kissing activity. Not that having his hands roaming over the expanse of the younger man's wonderfully toned chest was something Yohji objected to.

Having gotten rid of the infernal black thing, it was a happy Balinese kitten that quickly started sucking on one crinkled, pale rose nipple. The faint "Knock it off, Kudoh, I'm not a woman" his redheaded companion murmured, while helping him get rid of his flashy red crop top, was all the encouragement the playboy needed to show his boyfriend that that sort of activity felt good, for bad assed male assassins too.

Settling himself between his lover's parted legs and rubbing gently his cloth covered erection against the impressive hard on the redhead was sporting, the blond lowered his head and once more took the delicate pink tip of the other man's nipple into his mouth. Seeing as the delicate approach didn't work too well, the expert seducer barely grazed his teeth against the rigid cone, while at the same time letting his hands roam lower and lower down his lover's back, until he managed to get one hand in the low-waist black pants Aya was wearing.

He then cupped one pert bottom cheek and drew the other man harder against his aching arousal. The faint moaning sounds the younger assassin was making turned to a croaked entreaty for the man to give him more, while long and elegant pale fingers unfastened Yohji's belt and pants. As the slim hand faintly brushed against his brief-clad erection, while drawing down the zipper, the blond barely managed to choke out a cry of pleasure, thus freeing his mouth from its tormenting of Aya's nipples.

The redhead took the opportunity to initiate a deep, passionate kiss, while all the time keeping to his task of divesting his lover of his too tight jeans. Not to be outdone, the chain-smoker started massaging harder the deliciously pert buttock, while working his other hand to Aya's front to start divesting the normally silent man of his own trousers. On an impish impulse, the blond cupped the tip of his boyfriend's penis, rubbing delicately at the underside while his other hand delicately circled the entrance he had every intention of once more claiming.

Apparently, one year of abstinence made that a little too much for the redhead, for he came with a cry of pleasure barely muffled by his co-worker's talented mouth. "Hn," murmured a somewhat sheepish Aya, a few minutes afterwards, which probably could have been translated to 'Sorry' in normal speech. "Hn yourself," answered the smirking blond, "Good to see that I didn't loose my touch. Plus, now we have the very best of lubricants."

At the 'I'm not amused' glare that comment garnered from sullen violet eyes, the taller man decided that further demonstration of the veracity of his comment might be warranted, before it could be taken at face value. So he proceeded to get rid of his trouser, and to subsequently use the still warm cum covering his left hand, to coat his dripping arousal. While he saw to his neglected erection, his right hand, after doing short work of Aya's somewhat worse for their activities boxers, dipped into the pool of congealing semen on the pale stomach, and went back to work on the pretty pale rosette of the redhead's anus.

Having seen to both sides of the equation, the resident playboy put to good use his legendary flexibility, managing to bring his lips to hover delicately over his boyfriend's softened erection before swallowing it to the hilt. The moaned entreaties the normally controlled man started uttering music to his ears, the blond started circling delicately the tight entrance, before slowly inserting a finger into the warm passage, while, at the same time, delicately pinching the man's pert nipples with his free hand. Not to be outdone, Aya too started to massage his lover's back and chest.

All too soon, Yohji had managed to slip a couple fingers more in his beloved's delicious body, properly preparing him to accept penetration. Between his mouth and the occasional touches to the man's sweet spot, Aya was back to being as hard as a rock, which definitely made him needy, as once more the man was mewling and encircling his somewhat overeager companion with his arms and legs, in order to get them to better and more satisfying things. Feeling almost ready to explode, the blond positioned himself at the tight entrance, while long white legs wrapped around his back, pushing him in. With a hard shove, he felt the ring of muscle give in, and then found himself enveloped in blessed tight warmth.

The faint gasp of pain coming from Aya's lips turning immediately to a shout of pleasure, as soon as a second stroke brushed against his sweet spot. Their coupling was sure to leave the redhead all sore from repeated impacts with the table, thought Yohji, just before feeling the passage around him contracting, and hot semen splattering against both their stomachs from Aya's trapped erection. After that, the pleasure was so excruciating, as Yohji too reached completion that for a moment the blond wondered whether he was still alive.

When he came to a while later, they somehow had both managed to end up on the ground, with the redhead using his lover as a pillow. The oversexed blond immediately suggested that they adjourn to Aya's bedroom for a second round.

Unfortunately, that proposed activity was severely delayed, as one obsessive-compulsive swordsman insisted in their cleaning up before leaving the premises.

"You sure are special, lover, special and high maintenance!" exclaimed a half pouting, half smiling Yotan, as he soaped a sticky tabletop.

"Hn," answered the kneeling redhead, busy scrubbing the floor, "and homicidal too, if you leave a mess around, let's not forget it!"

"Well you don't have your katana…" observed breezily the blond, while lounging for a moment in a nearby chair.

"You shouldn't underestimate me" snickered a sinister looking Aya before attacking.

Suffice to say that the cleaning turned into a drawn out activity… And that Yohji subsequently never looked at cleaning up in the kitchen with the same degree of distaste.

All in all it was the best Christmas the two of them had ever had, scrubbing and all.

Owari.