20Have A Yaoi Christmas
by: EternityEchoes
Hehe, so here's a random Christmas story I wanted to write after seeing a contest on TheOtaku titled the same thing. Then I had a dream about it. Then, of course, I had to write it xD lol. I love writing all my stories, but this one was different than the others in the way that once I got started writing it, I couldn't stop, and when I had to stop, all I could think of was writing more on it ^-^ So I hope it reflects at least a bit in the story, cause I really like it. Enjoy! 3
Christmas. Screaming children, fighting for presents and sulking when they didn't get what they wanted. Glaring lights, blaring Christmas carols, overly sweet candies and pies. Mistletoe, probably full of bugs, which unsuspecting boys or girls could be dragged under and unwilling kissed by the other student who was infatued with them. Ah, the joys of it, Mello reflected as he lounged on his large bed on the top floor of Wammy's, a clear view of sugar-high children, most likely getting frostbite as they flung themselves face down into the snowdrifts, waving their arms and legs back and forth as if they were having seizures.
The cold crept into his attic room, despite Mello's best efforts of plugging the chinks in the wall with the old newspapers delivered to the orphanage each day.
He shivered and pulled the comforter closer around him. His stomach emmited annoyed growling sounds, informing Mello that it was past time to eat. He sighed and drew the blanket over his head, trying to ignore the gnawing in his stomach. Finally, he groaned as the smells of food drifted up, and Mello threw off his quilt and stomped downstairs.
A frightened seven-year-old scampered out of Mello's way, barely avoiding getting hit with the attic door that the angry blonde teen slammed open. Mello stalked down two hallways, down a flight of stairs, and through a few more hallways before making his way into the main entryway of Wammy's.
Circular tables randomly dotted the cozy area, cushions placed haphazardly around them. A large tree in the corner twinkled as the light from the fireplace danced off the tinsel wrapped carefully around the evergreen.
"Hey, Mello!" a voice called from a small table near the fireplace, and Mello shoved through hoardes of chattering students, spotting a redheaded boy in a striped shirt holding up a plate of food. The blonde hesitated only a moment before walking over to the boy who sat next to him in Geometry.
"Thanks," Mello mumbled, accepting the plate of food from the boy. "Um..." he started, then looked down and began to eat.
"Matt," the redhead supplied. "My name's Matt."
Mello politely smiled and nodded. "From Geometry, right? You're the one who's always playing video games." A corner of Matt's mouth pulled into an adorable smile. "And you're the one who's always eating chocolate."
Mello chuckled as he finished up the last of the food. "Yeah. I guess I am." he replied, looking around. "Where do we put these things?" he asked, gesturing to the empty plate, and Matt waved a gloved hand at the kitchen door.
"In there."
The blonde nodded, then stood up and pushed through more waves of children to get to the door. A young boy with a sullen expression on his sweet face was scrubbing furiously at the dishes, and Mello smiled as he dumped his plate in the soapy water. "Whaddya do, kid?" he asked, leaning up against the sink.
A small grin came over the boy's face. "Pelted Roger with snowballs." he admitted, receiving a high-five from Mello.
"Nice one," the chocoholic praised him, before waving and walking out. "See ya, man." he called over his shoulder as he made his way back to the fireplace where his goggled friend was still sitting, but now playing a Gameboy. "Hey," Matt said, not looking up when Mello plopped down, then made something that sounded like a growl at the game.
"Dammit," he cursed quietly, and Mello carefully pulled the game out of Matt's hands and deftly finished off the boss that the gamer had almost given up on. Matt gaped at Mello in amazement as Roger strode down the stairs, announcing in a loud voice that it was time for bed, or else "santa won't come and bring all you brats your gifts."
Mello snickered as he pulled himself to his feet and popped his neck. "So how old are you, anyways?" Matt asked as they walked together up the stairs. "Almost fifteen," Mello replied, "and you?"
"Almost fourteen." The redhead stopped at a doorway, smiling apologetically. "My room," he explained, hesitating before the door. "Merry Christmas, Mello," he called down the hallway after the older boy, who turned back and smiled. "Yeah, Merry Christmas to you, too." he replied.
Mello padded up the creaky stairway to his attic room, walking quickly over the cold wood floor. He looked out the anicent, stained-glass window when he got to his room, noticing the fresh snow that coated the courtyard. The covers on his bed were lopsided from where he had neglected to make it earlier. He slipped into the bed, huddling up underneath the sheets and red quilt.
x-x-x
The springs in the lumpy mattress poked into Mello's back as he shifted positions yet again in a futile attempt to find a comfortable way to sleep. He's been trying for about three hours now, he guessed. And, of course, not only could the physical discomfort stop him from sleeping, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Matt.
Mello groaned and grumbled as he lifed himself from the bed, looking around the room for something to drink. "Dammit, dammit, dammit," he hissed, finding the rusty faucet in the bathroom broken again. Mello rolled his baby blue eyes and headed out the door again, much as he had done earlier, except this time he was quieter.
The first stair creaked when he stepped on it, so he walked precariously on the edges of the stairs to avoid more noises, which would inevitably result in Roger yelling at him and waking up all the children.
He turned the last corner into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator looking for eggnog. Of course. None. He turned on his heel and stalked into the main room, illuminated only by the multicolored lights of the huge tree and the dancing flames in the fireplace.
Mello headed over to it, near where he and Matt had sat earlier. "Hey," a voice called quietly from beneath the large tree. The blonde jumped, then mentally scolded himself for being so skittish. "Matt?" he asked incrediously, "what are you doing here?"
The gamer shrugged. "Same as you, I guess. I couldn't sleep."
Mello bent down and looked under the tree. There was a small cave-like area between the lowest branches of the tree, the tree trunk, and the brick wall of the fireplace. "Mind if I join you?" he asked timidly, and Matt scooted over and gave the older boy a bit more room.
The blonde smiled gratefully, pushing the heaps of presents aside and sliding in beside Matt, then pulling the presents back around in front of them so they were completely enclosed. "Thanks," he murmured, laying on his back and looking up at the christmas lights wrapped around the tree. "Want some eggnog?" Matt asked, holding a half-empty carton out to Mello, who took it and sipped some.
"Matt!"
The gamer looked up. "What, Mel?"
Mello was temporarily distracted by the fact that Matt had just called him by a nickname. "...this eggnog has alcohol in it!" he laughed loudly, but was hurridly silenced by the redhead clamping his hand over Mello's mouth. "Where on earth did you get it?"
"Roger's office!" Matt replied gleefully, and Mello shook with silent chuckles, then took another drink of it, feeling a pleasant buzz starting in his forehead and working its way through his skull as he drank more, before passing it back to Matt. "I was looking for eggnog earlier, y'know," Mello said distractedly, staring up at a golden ornament dangling right above their heads, painted with a green branch adorned with bloodred berries.
"Mistletoe," Matt stated, and Mello looked up, his eyes wide. "What?" he asked.
"Mistletoe-" the gamer repeated. "-that's what's painted on it."
They were both silent for a few moments, then Matt sat up as far as was possible, which basically meant he was propping up on one arm, his cherry-colored hair brushing the tree branches. "...You know what mistletoe's for, right?" he asked mischeviously, a Cheshire grin coming across his face.
Mello snorted. "Course I do."
A delicate red eyebrow raised at his confident tone. "Well?" he asked expectantly, and Mello smirked at the gamer.
"Well what?"
"Are you gonna kiss me, or not?"
Mello leaned down slowly, still smirking, as cigarette-scented breath rose up and surrounded him, his chocolate-scented breath mingling with it. Matt's heartbeat sped up to nearly twice its normal speed as Mello pushed him down and pinned him to the floor, laying on top of the gamer.
"Mel...?" Matt asked questioningly, his eyes clouded with lust, as the blonde licked his earlobe, tracing the whorls with his warm, wet tongue. He moved from the ear to the neck. biting-not hard, but not gentle either-and sucking, leaving angry red marks that marked Matt as his. "Mel!" Matt moaned, pulling the blonde's head off his neck so that the could stare into the flawless face.
"What, Matt?!"
Matt took a deep breath, trying to calm his jumping heart before continuing. "If you don't fucking kiss me right now, I may have to kill you." he hissed, and Mello happily complied, forcefully pressing his lips to Matt's in a firey kiss. Mello bit Matt's lower lip and teased open his mouth, slipping his sugary-sweet tongue inside.
"God, Mello..." Matt moaned into the blonde's mouth, their tongues dancing together as the heat of the fire along with the friction of their bodies made sweat droplets appear on both the boys' skin, glistening in the rainbow lights from the tree above them.
Mello unexpectedly pulled his mouth away, but instead caressed Matt's lips with his long fingers, which Matt eagerly took into his mouth and swirled his tongue around, focusing on the sensitive pads of the fingers. He lightly bit down, then licked the place where he had bitten as Mello took another drink of the eggnog, spilling droplets of it on his own lips, which Matt abandoned the fingers for and pulled the eggnog coated lips down to his own, licking the alcoholic drink off of them.
The carton sat temptingly beside the two boys, and Mello lifted it up and poured some of the eggnog into Matt's open mouth, then along the gamer's neck, which he lapped up, working his way down to the striped collar of Matt's shirt. Mello played along the edges of it with his tongue, dipping it down beneath the neck of the shirt and licking his collarbone.
"Dammit, Mel," Matt groaned through gritted teeth, as he watched the older boy play with his shirt. Matt entwined his fingers in Mello's angelic blonde hair, clenching it tighter as he arched his hips when Mello's hands slipped beneath the shirt, playing with his bellybutton. Mello soon replaced his fingers with his lips, then his tongue, swirling in around in the hollow.
Both boys froze as they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, then children's laughter. Mello quickly licked the rest of the eggnog off of his Matt, then peeking out the tree to see what was going on. "Shit," he whispered quietly, looking at all of the children-over half of Wammy's house-that had snuck out to see what their presents were.
"God, we are so fucked." he cursed, nudging Matt to keep still. He, of course, ignored it, and propped himself up beside Mello. Which convienently pressed them even closer together. They laid as still as possible, cringing back from the wall of presents when the little children quietly ran over to them and started shaking the boxes.
The oldest child there, an albino that went by the name Near, edged his way to the front, sweetly twirling a lock of snow-white hair. He lifted up the top present, revealing the two boys hiding underneath the tree. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but Mello silently begged him with his eyes to keep quiet.
Near half-smiled, then put the present back in place and winked at the boys. He gently ushered the younger children to the other side of the tree, and Matt breathed a sigh of relief. They stayed frozen in the same position for what seemed like hours, and Mello, getting bored as he lay behind Matt, started stroking the gamer's chest.
Matt almost forgot to breathe as hot breath hit the back of his neck, sending goosebumps traveling down his spine. "Mello, cut it out!" he whispered unconvincingly, trembling as the blonde's tongue traced circles on his shoulder.
"You don't really want me to," the blonde whispered back, a little too loudly, and Near looked up again and grinned at the boys, making Matt raise an eyebrow at the albino questioningly.
There were more footsteps upstairs, and the children quickly put the presents back in place, and hurried into different hiding places, the majority of them scurrying underneath tables or behind couches. Near, however, tossed some presents aside and slid his small body into the almost-nonexistent space underneath the tree with the two boys.
"What the hell?!" Mello loudly hissed at the boy, but Near looked up at him with innocent black eyes, and Mello couldn't resist letting him stay. Matt reached up and tugged the presents back so they were concealing the three boys.
Near's body was pressed up against Matt's chest, and he curled up farther so that his face was buried in Matt's neck. "You smell like eggnog," he said, his voice muffled, and Mello chuckled, knowing full well the Near knew what they had been up to.
At that moment, the footsteps came closer, and a pair of black shoes stopped directly in front of the tree, only a few inches away from where the boys were concealed.
A/N: I had to force myself to stop writing there. Which is probably a good thing or else it coulda gone on FOREVER! *insert dramatic scary music here* xD lol. So, whatcha think? Continue? Please review~
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