Title: Mistletoe Kisses

Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram

Warnings: Fluff, Sap

Rating: PG-13

 

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It was that time of the year when the delightful smells of freshly baked cookies and cakes would permeate the air. It was the time when streets would glow with a million and one lights. It was a time when gifts were shared between loved ones - a time when one could frolic in pure white snow, making snow angels on the ground and snowmen alike. It was a time for joy and peace, music and laughter…

 

…and he would definitely not be a part of it…again.

 

Yuuri was a bit surprised that he was still able to remember the holiday after all this time spent in Shimakoku, but then again, how could one forget such a celebration as Christmas. It was only his most favorite time of the year…besides his birthday. Although, his parents were as eccentric as they came, it was still fun to open up his presents beneath the Christmas tree and to see what they had gotten for him. Of course his mother had given him a rather ugly green sweater last year, but she had said something along the lines of it being made with love and he had had to accept it.

 

As he swung his legs from his perch on the tree, he eyed the dying sunset with a wistful sigh. If his timing was correct, it would be the twenty-fourth day of December back in his world. Tomorrow was Christmas day and over here…the weather was still as warm as a summer’s day. Only Conrad, as usual, had managed to understand his melancholy mood lately and even though Yuuri had tried to convey how much fun and interesting Christmas was to the others, they had all looked at him like he had been out of his mind.

 

Especially Wolfram.

 

Yuuri wasn’t sure of why he felt hurt by the way he had been dismissed yesterday by his blond fiancé. Was it because he had hoped that Wolfram of all people would have been more willing to believe him? Of course that was a ridiculous notion. The soldier was still steeped deep in his traditions and training. There was no way he could care about a stupid thing like Christmas.

 

“Oi…Yuuri,” came the familiar voice that had him stiffening in response. He tried to hide himself further into the thick leaves, but the blond had already found him and was now staring up with a mixture of bemusement and relief on his features.

 

“What are you doing up there?” he asked sharply. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”

 

“We?” Yuuri asked and was quite surprised to find the other boy blushing to the roots of his fair hair.

 

“Alright, I’ve been the one looking for you,” he mumbled and then tried to glare at Yuuri. “Well? Are you coming down or what?”

 

“No,” Yuuri replied casually although he felt his heartbeat quickening at the knowledge that Wolfram had been that concerned enough to search for him this far. “You come up and meet me.”

 

Wolfram looked as if he was about to argue the merits and demerits of climbing, but with a firm nod and a tightening of his jaw, the soldier began to climb the rather sturdy trunk as quickly but carefully as possible.

 

Yuuri watched quietly, but dutifully made room for his fiancé, smiling to himself as he listened to the other’s rather harsh breathing. They remained sitting in silence for a while, staring over the horizon as the soft evening breeze caressed their warm flesh.

 

Finally, Wolfram muttered something that had Yuuri cocking his head in question. “What was that?”

 

“I asked about this…that ‘Christmas’ thing you kept talking about,” came the quick reply. Yuuri could see that Wolfram was blushing again and it pleased him to no end.

 

“What would you like to know?” he asked.

 

“Everything…but especially about…this…part…”

 

Yuuri barely had the time to see the small plant that the blond had been hiding within his pockets before gasping in surprise as he felt Wolfram’s warm lips pressed gently against his. He felt his body flush with heat at the sensation and if he hadn’t been holding onto a branch, Yuuri was sure he would have fallen to the ground. Wolfram’s taste was a combination of something sweet and cinnamon flavored which had Yuuri closing his eyes to relish the moment for as long as he could. He tried to pry Wolfram’s mouth open tentatively, with his tongue, but the blond placed a hand upon his chest to push him away gently.

 

They were breathing hard now, both flushed and embarrassed at what they had just done and in a shy move; Wolfram held open his hand to show Yuuri just what he was holding.

 

“Mistle…mistletoe…” came the soft whisper of wonder from the Maou. “Where did you get this from?”

 

“When you were describing it, I remembered seeing a plant like that in one of the gardens,” Wolfram replied, still unable to look at the other boy. “I remember my mother saying something about couples…eh…kissing…underneath it and then you mentioned it and then…” He took a deep breath and lifted his gaze to glare at Yuuri as if faulting him for making them do this in the first place. “Just don’t think I’m going to keep doing that or assume that this was just some excuse to get you to kiss me…”

 

But anything else he would have said was silenced as Yuuri leaned close to claim his lips again in another shy but slow kiss. This time, the mistletoe slipped from the boneless fingers of the entranced blond as he allowed himself to be swept up in the moment again.

 

Perhaps, he just might get to like this Christmas thing after all and as for Yuuri, he might not have had all the comforts and pleasures of his world’s festivities, but for the moment, he was more than content to share his memories with the one he had slowly begun to love.

 

 

~The End~