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To Ride a Reindeer	By : RabidCreature Category: Gravitation > General Views: 7226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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RC: YES! I HAVE RETURNED! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
Well� I have been here for a while but to all the fans on
fanfiction.net, I�ve been gone for four months. I have been posting on AFF.net.
I�ve created an original story (WOOT). The summary
and link is at the end of the story. THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO LOVED MY OTHER FANFICS! *glomps*

Disclaimer: I still don�t own Gravitation. *sighs
sadly*

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To Ride a Reindeer

Eiri Yuki sat back in his office sofa, lifted the cigarette
to his lips, and took a deep drag. The office. The one
place left to him where he could have a good smoke. Anywhere else and he would have
unintentionally lit the whole place on fire.
And then intentionally do it.

Ahh, Christmas. The single most annoying
holiday of the year. At least,
now that Shuichi had become a part of it.

His
office was now his sole sanctuary against the holiday makeover extreme the
festooning-frenzied pop star had foisted upon his once pristine home. It was December and his baka
lover was going crazy.

Understatement of the year.
No, century.

The place
was a hazard zone. It was no longer safe
to walk around at night for fear of toppling over waist-high Santa statues or
taking down random reindeer. Not to mention
that crossing under a doorway had now become risky business. The Christmas-crazed bunny had gone
mistletoe-happy, among other things. The
weeds of death were everywhere. And
let�s not forget the tinsel and multi-colored Christmas lights. The electric bill this month was going to be
hell to pay. Well, at least the electric
company employees would be cheering.

Yuki was
going to go insane by the time this Hallmark card holiday from hell was over
with.

He looked
on the bright side. At least it wasn�t
Valentine�s Day.

Yuki
shuddered. So... many... cards...

Shuichi
was a marketing CEO�s dream. The economy
would probably collapse without him.

Yuki had
been able to rescue two rooms out of the entire apartment: the office and the
bedroom. He refused to be
barraged with holiday cheer while trying to work or sleep. And having the statue of a fat old guy with a
tumor for a gut watch them as they made love had been the last straw.

Although he had enjoyed turning Santa�s sleigh train into a happy
humping circle of reindeer. He
wondered when Shuichi would notice.

Yuki
ground out his cigarette and walked to the doorway, preparing himself for the
long, arduous journey ahead to the kitchen.

�YUKIIIIIIIII!�

A pink
blur latched onto him and mashed a mouth that tasted of cherry soda and eggnog
to his. Hooooo
shit. Caffeine and
liquor. This did not bode well.

Shuichi
giggled and nipped playfully at stolid author�s lower lip. �Hehehe! Did you forget, Yuki? You�re under the mistletoe!�

Yuki
glowered, reached up, ripped off the plant, and threw it down the hall. �Go fetch.�

Shuichi
pouted and bounced from where he had attached himself leech-like to the taller
blond, legs squeezed around his waist. �Yukiiiiii. You said you wouldn�t tear down any of the
decorations!�

Dammit. Note to
self: Next time Shuichi promises to do the kinky and illegal in three different
countries in exchange for a favor just say no.

�I don�t
care, you damn brat. Nothing touches my
office!� He began to disentangle� or try
to� Shuichi�s limbs from where they clung to his neck and hips. He froze as something caught his eye. �Are you wearing antlers?�

Shuichi
giggled and leaned forward to whisper seductively. �I have a tail, too, but you don�t get to see
that until later.� He gave Yuki�s neck a
coy nip, then soothed the reddening bite mark with a
lick and a kiss.

Yuki felt
his body stir. He gnashed his teeth in
irritation. Must... resist... boy�s...
kinky... habits...

But the
naughty side of Yuki�s brain was urging him to take the reindeer out for a
ride. Hmm...

�Get off,
brat.�

Shuichi
purred. �But Santa�s been wondering if
you�ve been naughty...� and he slowly rolled his hips, rubbing
enticingly up the entire length of Yuki�s erection, �...or nice.�

Yuki�s
golden eyes narrowed dangerously.
�Shuichi...�

�I�ve
been very naughty, Yuki.� He
dipped his head further forward, their lips brushing. �Punish me.�

The
upside to Christmas: an �ber sugar-high, hyperactive,
horny little Shuichi. The first two
would not have been considered attributes except for the minor fact that they
only served to augment desirable quality number 3. And a very merry Christmas it was.

�Later, brat. I have
to work.�

Yuki�s
brain was slowly going numb. He just
wanted to give in to Shuichi�s twisted little fantasies and spank that
delicious butt-twitcher of an ass until the nerve
endings began to question their own existence... but that was not the Eiri Yuki way. The
longer he delayed... the kinkier it would get.

Shuichi
whined. �Please, Yuki.�

�No. Get off.�

�Fine.� Shuichi
unlatched from his lover and dropped to the floor. �But this means you don�t get to peek at your
present.� As Yuki passed him he added,
�It makes last year�s look like a child�s toy.�

Yuki
stopped.

Shuichi
smirked triumphantly. He hadn�t missed
the shiver that coursed visibly through the blond author�s tall frame. So... his lover hadn�t forgotten after all. He cracked another deviant grin. If he played this right, he might get his
ride after all. �Oh, sure, the handcuffs
were fun and the edible body paint was all right� the cherries were just a
stroke of genius, doncha think? And the whipped cream... Mmm. But nothing can beat what I have in
store for you this year. Oh yes, and
then there was that fun cock ring� �

His
slightly rambling discourse was abruptly cut off by a warm mouth covering
his. Strong hands took firm hold of his
ass, lifted him up, and molded his body to a broad-chested,
lean, supple one. Shuichi wrapped his
legs tightly around Yuki�s waist, twisting his fingers into the gorgeous golden
hair as said blond carried him towards the bedroom.

He was in
the midst of celebrating his hard-won victory with a heated tongue-lock when
their mouths were suddenly wrenched apart.
�Gah! Goddammit!� Yuki stumbled over
Shuichi�s latest decoration idea and crashed to the floor with the hapless pop
star. He gave a growl of pain.

Shuichi
groaned miserably. �I�m really sorry,
Yuki. I didn�t� �

�Shut up,
you damn brat.�

Yuki
pushed off him and stalked towards the kitchen, obviously intent on a
beer. He was limping slightly. Shuichi sighed and sat up, wincing a
bit. Maybe decking the halls hadn�t
been such a good idea.

~*~

Yuki
retrieved a beer from the refrigerator.
He flinched as he moved towards the counter. Whatever his shin had hit, it had been large,
solid, and ceramic.

He
removed the grinning elf salt-and-pepper shakers and other Christmas-y
paraphernalia off to one side and hoisted himself up on the counter. He pressed the cold beer can to the large and
colorful bruise rapidly forming under his skin.

Christmas
was gaining on Valentine�s Day very quickly.

�Yuki?�

Yuki
didn�t look up as the young singer padded into the kitchen. �Yuki, I�m sorry.�

Yuki
flicked a glance at the disconsolate pink-haired boy. Tears were welling up in those huge puppy-dog
eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.
Yuki heaved a sigh and set his beer can back on the counter. �It�s fine.�

Shuichi
approached him hesitantly. �Does it still
hurt?�

Yuki slid
down the counter. �No.�

�Yuki...�

Yuki
looked up from where he had been testing his weight on the ball of his foot to
see Shuichi clutching a sprig of mistletoe, the small bunch of leaves raised
over his head, his expression blushing and hopeful. His defenses crumbled as he took in the sight
of his bedecked and be-antlered lover, anxious and waiting, garbed so festively
in the sex-ified holiday attire that only Shuichi
would pull.

Yuki
cupped his chin, tilting that sweet, eager little face up. �Cute.�
He gently pressed their lips together in a chaste, loving kiss, not
pressing his advantage. The mistletoe
sailed gently to the floor.

Once they
separated, Yuki smirked. �So, you have a
tail?�

LC: BWAHAHAHAHA! Terrible
ending, isn�t it?

Blame RC,
not me. Rabid, the review whore that she
is, insisted that I cut the story in half so she could post it sooner and
indulge in her greatest pastime... getting and reading reviews. She LIVES for them. And who gets the brunt of her complaining and
whining and obsessive AFF tracking (and subsequent
running commentary)?? ME, that�s who.

So... for
the sake of my mental health, sanity, and phone bill (and for the quick posting
of the next chapter)... please review.
Really.
Please.

And here�s
RC�s contribution:

RC: *glares* I resent that. I had you cut it here because
I didn�t think you would be capable of finishing it before Christmas! ANYWAYS!
There is a second chapter for all you rabid, smut hungry fans. It�s the super
kinky, PWP, NC-50 toy-r-us, nonstop debauchery, sexathon that you�ve been waiting for. I can�t promise it
before Christmas, but it�ll be out soon� I hope�

Now for the summary and link of my original:

Dragonchild
In the world before humans, seven Dragon Lords dominated the earth. But when
another one hatches, chaos, adventure, and lust follows in his wake. For young
Daon is special, affecting his older brothers in ways unprecedented... and
perhaps not entirely welcome. Follow his story as he struggles to make his own
destiny against the funny but often sadistic manipulations of the older Dragon
Lords.
Original,Yaoi,M/M,M/M/M,Minor,Anal,BDSM,CBT,D/s,Fet,Fist,H/C,HJ,Lemon,N/C,Oral,Rim,SoloM,Toys,Voy,WD
If you want to read go to my profile and click "original" and you should find it from there.
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