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Disclaimer: Ai no Kusabi , its plot and characters belong to Rieko Yoshihara. Only this story is mine. No money is involved. (Did I miss anything?)

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- 1-My Christmas present to you
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Ai no Kusabi (A Christmas Special)

Honestly,
there was supposed to be a chapter or two before this one� but I wrote it as
such that it could be read separately, like one-shots. This one managed to get
finished, despite the absence of my muse half way through typing it. *sighs*

Merry
Christmas everyone~ ^___^

A brief
before starting

This fiction
centres on Raoul, his slave Kimio and the servant �furniture� Toshio

(Instead of Mimea, in the real story, as Raoul�s pet, here I�ve
replaced her with my own OC Kimio, a male and there�s also Toshio of cause� Ah
well, its just a fan-fiction, read at your own pleasure =D )

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Despite the
slaves� limit of the barest pieces of clothing, somehow he managed to find two
separate sets of the colours that matched the season. It was early that
Christmas Eve morning as Kimio got dressed. Looking down at himself, he
couldn�t help but blush slightly, still in slight disbelief that he was doing
this, and still not quite understanding why he wanted to.

For some
reason, in the recent weeks - months after the said 'situation' - Kimio had
grown to like his master. He had grown to be more understanding towards the
blonde�s behaviour and unreasonable mood changes (at times). But the most
intriguing fact would be that, he had grown to really,
really like him. For a slave to like their master wasn't something rare, many
worked hard to like their masters, and to get their masters to like them - That
way, life would be at least bearable and they were guaranteed a better end then
those who choose to rebel.

Shaking his
head, strands of dark orange swishing about his pretty head, Kimio took a deep
breath. Patting down his cloths and arranging his hair blindly by feel putting
some order of semblance to the messy wavy strands, then stepping out of his
room and heading to the kitchen to help Toshio with breakfast preparations.

"Good
morning there~" came the soft greeting from the older blue haired boy as
he was given a look over. Blushing again, Kimio nodded and stuttered a reply
before busying himself with the coffee machine. The boys made the preparations
for breakfast, laying the table with silver wear and food out. All the while, Toshio pointedly giving glances over at Kimio's
direction, smiling or grinning every time the boy ducked his head and blushed.
Sounds of Master Raoul getting up and going about his morning routine signalled
the boys to quicken their pace.

"I
think he'd be pleased" Toshio dared a whisper, winking at Kimio just as Raoul
came out of his bedroom, striding over to the dinning table. Kimio blushed yet
again as he fidgeted slightly at his position standing next to the head of the
table. Adjusting his cuffs, Raoul hadn't looked up but noticed movement when
Kimio bowed, as he had always, and pulled out the chair waiting for Raoul to be
seated...

But sit,
Raoul did not. Tilting his head in question, Kimio stood up straighter to see
what was keeping his master.

In semi-bow,
golden eyes were caught by the icy blue intense gaze of his masters�. A few
seconds, and a blink before Kimio's face returned to its rosy shade that had
been reoccurring on his fair cheeks the whole morning. After awhile, Raoul let
a small smile slip pass his usual facade's defences before seating himself.
Kimio quickly pushed the chair in and took the napkin, flapping it open before
laying it on Raoul's lap.

"I
never knew you had a fashion flare for the festive seasons~" Raoul mused
out loudly when Kimio had bent down to place the napkin, causing the slighter
boy to freeze, their close proximity allowing Raoul to practically feel the
heat radiating off Kimio's face. Returning to his master's side, Kimio kept his
gaze on the floor, staring at his deep reddish footwear (which was somewhat a
cross between socks and boots). The place where he customarily stood, next to
Raoul, gave the blond a perfect view to take in the boy's chosen choice of
clothing for that day.

It was the
usual cloths that he always had, yet, the combination in which he choose to put
on that day made all the difference.

Kimio wore a
long sleeved buttoned down shirt of a faded brick red colour, the top button
seemed to be missing so a piece of red cloth was tied loosely in a ribbon to
make up for the lost button. Worn over the shirt was a sleeveless green sweater
that reached mid-thigh in length. Covering his slim legs were - slightly
fitting - dark burgundy plain work pants that were tucked into the boots.

"And
where, did this turn up from?" inquired Raoul as he fingered the bright
red ribbon, brushing Kimio's bare neck. Kimio shivered unintentionally shifting
on another foot, glancing up at Raoul.

"Uhm... Well, I was clearing the -uhm-
old curtain away, and a few pieces of cloth fell out. I noticed them on the
floor this morning and, well the coincidence was just convenient for, uhm my missing button..." A hint of a sheepish smile
touched those pink lips before Kimio ducked his head down again, suddenly
fascinated with his footwear.

"Hmmm,"
was the only response, before he turned back to his food.

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"Welcome
home Master" Toshio greeted taking Raoul's coat and gloves.

"Welcome
home Master," Came the echoed greeting from Kimio who stood, a broad red scarf
hung - wrapped on his shoulders and neck - his nose and cheeks were blushed,
like he had just came back in from a colder place.

"Were
you outside?" Raoul inquired, looking out at the balcony.

"I
was." Kimio replied as he was taking off the scarf, only to be stopped by
Raoul - a gentle larger hand on his smaller one.

"Master?"
the orange haired boy asked, confused as to why his master was readjusting the
scarf back on his shoulder then with a hand around his shoulder guiding him
back outside to the balcony.

...

Silence fell
onto the two sitting close to each other on the balcony's built in seats. Raoul
finishing his cigarette, while Kimio whose head was turned up looking at the
stars.

"Got
that from the curtain as well?" Raoul asked, breaking the silence, with a
gesture at the scarf around Kimio's neck. Nodding, the boy touched the
material, seemingly in thought before responding "Toshio made a scarf, for
me, since I didn�t have one, for when I went out..." Kimio said, before
adding quickly, "To the balcony that is."

It was
common knowledge that slaves did not leave the household unless with their
Masters or with permission (thou that would be very rare).

"Hmmm"
was Raoul's reply again as he took one last smoke from the shortening stick, and
then stubbing it out. Rummaging behind him he took something out of his pants
back pocket. "Here," being handed something, Kimio blinked and
accepted it. A small packet, wrapped in brown paper, after a nod from his
master answering his inquiring glance, Kimio opened it. A plastic sheet square
the size of his palm, within it held five red buttons, the colour and pattern
matched his missing button.

Kimio simply
stared at the packet in his hand, eyes wide with shock. It was never heard of,
a Master directly giving his slave anything. Usually, the transaction was done
through the servants - like in this case, what would normally occur would be
Raoul ordering Toshio to fix Kimio's shirt - but for Raoul himself to make the
effort of getting those buttons and giving them himself to Kimio...

It would be
an act that finally proved that Raoul treated Kimio with a higher regard as to
he would to a slave, that finally showed that he acknowledged Kimio as someone
more than just a slave.

"Thank
you," the golden eyed boy said, bowing his head as he held the gift close
to him chest, before keeping them in his shirt's breast pocket.

"Consider
it... a Christmas present," the blonde said, his last words mumbled and
his gaze adverted away. A troubled look crossed Kimio's features.

"....
In return...?" Kimio began, sounding nervous. Raoul blinked, before it
came to him that Kimio hadn�t had anything to give back in return. The blonde
couldn't help but smile a little at the sight of his little slave becoming all
flustered and nervous.

"It's
okay," he said, a large hand resting on Kimio's head. "You don't have
to give anything in return." Ruffling the dark orange strands, Raoul
tilted Kimio's head up to face him, smiling gently as Kimio nodded in response.
With a sigh Raoul got up and moved towards the sliding doors, opened them and
waited for Kimio to catch up. Just as he was about to cross pass the doors into
the living room, a small hand tugged at his sleeve cuffs halting him.

Surprised,
Raoul looked down and waited where he and Kimio stood beneath the frame that
jointed the room and balcony. Kimio seemed to be having an internal debate,
playing with the ends of his scarf. After a deep breath, the orange head looked
up, golden eyes burning with a strange determination into blue ones.

"Will
you accept, my Christmas present to you?" Kimio asked softly. Raoul
blinked, wondering just what this Christmas present could be. Everything that
Kimio owned belonged to Raoul and was given and provided for by Raoul. What
could his slave possibly own himself that could be given away?

"I
accept this mystery present of yours." He said, what better way to find
out than to accept it himself. Kimio gestured him to bend down, raising an
eyebrow, Raoul did so. 'Perhaps it is a secret that is whispered' He though
briefly as he stooped lower, now eyelevel with Kimio. Raoul waited to hear
something being whispered in his ear, but just as he blinked, he was shocked to
stillness as he found soft slight lips, pressed against his. Kimio's eyes were
shut, and the act was completely intentional.

After a few
seconds, the boy slowly backed away. Raoul still hadn't moved, he had no idea
how to react to the bold move his slave had just took.
Standing back up, Raoul moved in and sat down on a chair on the inside, its
back facing the glass wall that separated the balcony. His eyes travelled up to
the top part of the frame that he was just under. A wry smile cracked his lips.

Mistletoe

Looking back
at Kimio, Raoul's smile widened slightly as he noted how the boy had went back
to studying his footwear, chewing on his lip nervously. Reaching out with a
hand, Raoul brought Kimio to stand in front of him, the doors closing
automatically as the inside heated air warmed them, a rosy tinge colouring
Kimio's cheeks.

"W-was
my present... not to your liking? Master." Kimio
asked peeking up at Raoul who still had that sight smile on as he studied
Kimio's gradually reddening features.

"You virgin kiss?" Raoul asked, earning a nod from
the boy before him. Again, Raoul reached for Kimio's chin tilting his head up
slightly to meet his eyes. A strong arm snaked behind the boy, pulling him
closer. Kimio's eyes widened as he brought his hands up gripping at the front
of his master's shirt as said master leaned in closer.

"I
guess... I'd help myself to another." Fuller lips closed the gap and
pressed themselves against the smaller softer ones, just as they did only
moment ago. The gasp was stolen right out of Kimio's mouth as Raoul's larger one
covered his.

The kiss
began slow, merely pressing against each others as they grew accustomed to the
feel. With Raoul's subtle coaxing, Kimio gradually loosened up, kissing back as
he was kissed. After awhile, Kimio pushed against Raoul's chest as their lips
separated as each took in deep breaths. Forehead touching, blue eyes stared
deeply into golden ones who shied away.

The strong
arms that were now wrapped around Kimio's slighter frame pulled him in even
closer as their lips met again, intently moving together with more ease as
before. A thick broad tongue slipped out, and teased at the line separating
Kimio�s lips. The move earning a cute sound, emitted from the slender throat. Again
Raoul tried, pressing his tongue harder against Kimio�s lips, silently asking
them to open. Thou uncertainly, Kimio slowly separated his lips, that was all
Raoul needed using his tongue to push into Kimio�s unexplored cavern.

Their lip
lock turned to a tongue waltz, lost in their own world, their surroundings were
disregarded. Only Toshio who had witnessed the shocking exchange between master
and slave had remained silent as he crept away leaving the two and their
privacy.

Hour�s
later, Kimio slept, breathing deeply from where he lay partially atop Raoul�s
chest. His red scarf lay forgotten, along with the green sweater on the floor
somewhere. Sometime during their private exchange, Raoul had got up and lifted
Kimio with him to his bedroom. Which was where they had continued, not going
any further than roaming hands and deeper kisses.

In the dim
light of the moon that shone through the large window�s
of Raoul�s bedroom, the master gazed down upon Kimio�s sleeping form. His
slave�s cute lips were now swollen, and had a darker tinge to them. His cheeks
too were still flushed, but the content smile that was on his lips confirmed
that this little one had been thoroughly but pleasantly ravaged � probably his
first and most intense pleasurable sensation ever.

Chuckling to
himself, Raoul leaned down, pressing a more gentle kiss upon Kimio�s forehead,
before settling down next to him, pulling the covers up higher and settling
down to sleep. It was probably, the most memorable Christmas for both of them
ever had.�

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