I wrote this based on a picture I drew last Christmas, but I never finished it until much later. Just some two random characters, I don't think I'm going to write about them again anytime soon... Anyway, I'm posting this way too early but still... hope you do enjoy and get a warm feeling reading this holiday-themed one-shot. :)

-AY

The Best Gift

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Two letters, an S and an M, was slowly dripping out of a misshapen heart that was drawn around it on the foggy glass window. It was snowing heavily in the pitch black night beyond one side of the glass. On the other side sat a mousey haired boy; his watery blue eyes focused dreamily on the messy drawing in front of him. “S+M…,” he mumbled quietly to himself.

“Wait a minute. That means slave and mas-” the boy said to the empty kitchen before he was cut off by the sound of keys turning in a lock. The noise made him jump, and he hastily wiped off the graffiti on the glass before greeting the person at the door.

A tall man in his twenties with coal black hair made his way into the small apartment, showering the floor with snowflakes and ice pellets.

“Muraki! Welcome back.” The boy buried his face into the man’s black trench coat, and got on his toes for a kiss.

“I missed you, Shiki,” Muraki smiled, and pressed his cold lips against the boy. Breathing his sweet scent and tasting him made Muraki warmer instantly. With difficulty, Shiki pulled back for some air and helped his lover carry the bags of gifts he brought into the living room. This was also a chance to hide his face, which was now flushed. Just one kiss had made his head spin – he couldn’t let Muraki know how he can’t control himself this early.

Sure, they had made love before, but Shiki knew that tonight was special and he would have to wait for Muraki first. That is, if he even wanted him tonight. Usually Muraki was dead tired from work, and could only satisfy him by giving him a few kisses (which Shiki found to be good, because every time they did it, Shiki was sore for days afterwards.)

Sighing, Shiki stole a glance at the subject of his thoughts, who was now pouring himself a glass of wine in the kitchen. After taking a sip, Muraki set down his glass and started to undo his tie. He didn’t seem to notice the patch of unusual clearness on the surface of the kitchen window.

“I’m going to take a shower first. Don’t touch the presents yet,” he called to Shiki before going into his room.

“Okay.” Shiki sat cross legged and poked at the gift bags in front of him. He sighed again, at the sound of running water in the bathroom. He had already taken a shower this afternoon when he let himself in Muraki’s apartment early. Both of Shiki’s parents were on a business trip, and wouldn’t be back until the New Year. They gave him money, which he spent on a new silver watch for Muraki.

Shiki had been going out with Muraki for about a year, but this is the first Christmas he’s spent with him alone. Shiki wished Muraki owned a Christmas tree, now that he stared at the pile of gifts sitting awkwardly in the middle of the living room floor. But of course, he must’ve been too busy with work to worry about Christmas trees and decorations. Muraki was a lot older, and had a stable job which often left him worn out and exhausted by the end of each day. Shiki still found it hard to believe, that he, still a high school student, is going out with someone so much older who loved and cherished him endlessly. It gave him a warming feeling, that even though he was spending Christmas with just one person, it was all he needed to be happy.

“Shiki!”

Muraki’s sudden call made him jump, snapping him out of his day dream. Apparently Muraki had already finished showering and was waiting for him in his room.

“Yes?” Shiki called back timidly.

“Bring your present here. Hurry up.”

Shiki swallowed and quickly searched through the gift tags for his name. He clutched the bag to his chest and made his way to Muraki’s room. It was dark; a small table lamp was the only source of light. Muraki was sitting on the bed, waiting for him. He had a towel around his neck and was shirtless. Shiki looked at his lover’s toned upper half enviously, letting his thoughts wander astray.

“Open it.” Muraki’s coal-like eyes glinted mischievously in the semi-darkness. He slowly lit a cigarette, not taking his eyes off Shiki.

Although a bit suspicious, Shiki did as he was told. He opened Muraki’s gift for him slowly, peeling away sheets of tissue paper to reveal a skimpy, red, fur-lined garment.

“What is this?” Shiki looked at the piece of clothing at disbelief. But there was more: matching gloves and socks, a collar with bells attached, black suspenders that seemed to be used for the red underwear, and even fluffy reindeer antlers.

“Am I supposed to wear all this? The antlers too?”

“Of course, pet.” Muraki sighed and looked at him in the eyes. “Go try them on.”

Shiki didn’t like the way Muraki looked at him. His eyes gave an eerie glimmer… Better do as I’m told, thought Shiki. He headed towards the washroom to change, when Muraki stopped him.

“You can change in here.” Muraki took a long drag on his cig and exhaled slowly. “What are you waiting for? Strip.”

Not used to the commanding tone, Shiki removed all of his clothes with trembling hands, his back facing the bed. He could feel Muraki’s icy stare sweeping across his smooth, pale backside, causing him to hasten his motions. He pulled on the red briefs. It was too small and wrapped around his thin waist a bit too tightly. After pulling on all of the garments, he turned and made his way over to Muraki. He felt funny wearing the fluffy antlers on his head, but it did seem to complete the costume. The collar made jingling noises every time he moved.

For a moment Muraki sat there motionless, staring intently at Shiki’s now costumed form. Finally, he reached out and removed the headgear, tossing it aside.

“That’s better. I think I like you better without the horns.”

Muraki put out his cigarette and leaned forward to embrace Shiki. His hands traveled freely over the boy’s bare chest. He brushed his thumb roughly over Shiki’s nipples, causing the boy to shiver slightly.

“Shiki, you look so cute… Just like I thought you would.”

Their tongues met in a deep kiss; Muraki’s long fingers threaded though Shiki’s soft brown hair while Shiki gripped onto Muraki’s broad shoulders tightly. Muraki took this opportunity to slip his hand into the boy’s briefs and cup the smooth curve of his behind. The sudden heat of Muraki’s large, firm hand on Shiki’s buttocks surprised him, and he broke the kiss, panting softly.

“What’s wrong?”

Shiki blushed and avoided his lover’s gaze. “Nothing.”

Somehow he felt like Muraki had planned this all out from the beginning. Muraki eased Shiki onto his lap, so that the boy’s knees rested on his legs, making sure that Shiki’s thighs were spread wide apart.

“You’re returning the favour, aren’t you? My gift.” Muraki said huskily into Shiki’s ear, making the boy quiver.

“What do you mean…?”

“I’ll show you.” Muraki shoved his fingers into Shiki’s mouth, coating his digits with the boy’s slick saliva. Slowly, he reached down under Shiki’s underwear and fingered his entrance gently.

Shiki gasped at the contact, shut his eyes and pressed himself tightly into Muraki’s firm chest.

“What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious what I’m doing?” the man replied coolly, mockingly to Shiki’s ears. Carefully, Muraki inserted his wet fingers into Shiki, stretching him for what was to come.

Shiki’s breathing quickened and his head spun – he was no longer aware of the room around him – the throbbing heat grew with every thrust of Muraki’s digits. So Muraki did want him tonight and he wanted him a lot. Suddenly he felt Muraki’s hand rub the bulge at his front that was slowly growing bigger. Muraki continued to trace the contour of his erection through the thin fabric, taking Shiki’s mind off the feeling he was getting from behind. Shiki couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as Muraki teased him, but at the same time he wished there was nothing between his skin and Muraki’s warming touch.

“Muraki, can I take them off?” Shiki pulled at the fur-lined trim. “It’s painful.”

“You don’t like my gift?” Muraki chuckled and slowly peeled the briefs off Shiki, exposing his most private area.

“That’s not it, I-” The raven haired man didn’t let him finish, and slowly turned Shiki over so that he was on all fours. “Muraki, wait-“

“Well then.” Muraki unzipped his jeans and positioned himself over Shiki’s opening. “I sure love my gift.”

Gripping Shiki’s thighs, he thrust himself into the boy, causing him to scream out in pain. Shiki’s hands fisted in the sheets, his eyes clamped shut. He felt like he was being torn in two – Muraki was huge, as usual, and he had little preparation this time. Tears started to stream down his flushed face as he felt Muraki plunging deeper into him, inch by heart-stopping inch.

“Muraki…” Shiki gasped. “It hurts… please… take it out.”

“Hush.” Muraki brushed the tears away from the boy’s face and planted kisses along his neck. “I’m going to start moving.”

Shiki had little time to prepare himself as Muraki began to thrust in and out of him; the friction drove him insane. All the while, Muraki continued to rub Shiki’s own throbbing erection, causing the boy to arch his back, and allowing Muraki to pull deeper inside him. The sound of bells ringing filled Shiki’s ears as Muraki continued to thrust into him with vigor, showing no sign of stopping. Shiki gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white, and buried his face in the linen. The man positioned the boy’s hips higher still, and plunged into Shiki’s core.

“Does that feel good?”

“No…” Shiki moaned as a new wave of pleasure washed through him, dulling his thoughts and making his erection throb painfully. “Mura…ki… I’m going to…” he gasped.

“We’re not done yet, love.”

With haste, Muraki pulled out, causing a squeak of protest from his lover, and turned him over so that he was facing him. Muraki brushed Shiki’s sweat-drenched strands of hair away from his face and gave him a soft kiss. The boy wrapped his arms around the perfectly carved neck, and sighed with pleasure this time, as Muraki’s thick member reentered him.

Shiki lost count of how many times Muraki made him come that night. Their love making carried on through out most of the night, and Shiki had never remembered sleeping so deeply afterwards. Usually after they had done it, he would be awake for a while, being able to feel the sticky wetness between his thighs. This feeling he secretly loved, for it was evidence that Muraki had left his mark in the union of their bodies.

This time however, the searing bright light that awoke Shiki from his slumber told him that the day was well along its course. The brightness seemed a bit overwhelming. Shiki rubbed his eyes and found the source of the illumination. Muraki had already wakened, and drew back the curtains of his bedroom window. Outside, the snow was drifting by and quickly wiping out the world outside from view.

“Good morning.”

Muraki appeared by the window in his bathrobe, holding a cup of coffee. Shiki started, but stopped as he felt pain throbbing at his backside and continuing through his limbs. He also noticed that his attire from yesterday was removed and placed neatly on top of the bedside table.

Muraki moved to the bed and sat beside him, placing the cup of hot coffee into Shiki’s hands. He then leaned close to kiss him sweetly.

“Merry Christmas.”

Blushing, Shiki suddenly remembered: “Your gift!”

“Oh yes, I got what I wished for.” Muraki’s lips curved upwards in a sly smile and pressed against Shiki for another kiss.

“No, I mean-“

“And thank you for the watch. It’s very lovely.” Muraki pressed his mouth to Shiki’s forehead. “I shall give you your real present later, as well.”

Heart fluttering, Shiki sipped his coffee quietly, watching the snow outside and occasionally glancing at Muraki, who seemed to be quite amused.

“How’s your back?”

“I can’t move,” Shiki’s blushed darkened.

“That’s fine. I wouldn’t want to go outside in this weather anyway. Which means,” Muraki’s eyes twinkled. “We have the whole day to ourselves.”

“Great.” Shiki said mechanically. Muraki looked at him. “’Something wrong?”

“No, nothing.” Shiki sighed and, with a smile, he leaned up to kiss Muraki.

“Merry Christmas.”

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