Secret Santa: Fanfiction
Dear hanyou_sensei
Your wish was ...Cross-dressing, an unamused Kuro-chan in an unmanly skirt.
Merry Christmas!
Media: Fanfiction
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild language, Men in skirts, slightly citrus content, cracky and fluffy qualities
Kurogane surely should have listened to the tiny objecting voice that breached his mind in that fleeting moment before the words had left his lips. Of course not though, he ignored the dull cries, allowed the self- written death sentence to slip off his tongue without the slightest hesitation.
“Oi, what do you want for Christmas?”
Fai stares, unblinking and seemingly astounded for a split second. Only a second though.
“Is Kuro-rin offering me anything?”
Kurogane glowers, beginning to question his disregard of that little warning voice, “Not anything, idiot. At least make it obtainable…”
He already knew he was screwed, watching those thin, pink lips twisted into that tell tale grin.
“Nothing weird either.”
“Of course not, my Kuro-Chuu~!” And then Fai, smiling in such a sickly sweet manner that Kurogane swore he had seen sparkles, prances in an overtly pleased fashion into the kitchen, “I’ll have to make something special, since Kuro-pon is giving me such a special Christmas gift! Does oden sound good? I could even put in some octopus, just for you…”
Yep, definitely screwed.
~
“GOD DAMNIT!”
“What is Kuro-chan screaming about now? It is Christmas you know, the time for-“ It is then that Fai finally rounds the corner to the bedroom, untied apron flapping about his long legs as he stops short in the threshold. A smirk crosses his face and he lets out a long “Hyuu~” as he lets a shoulder sag against the doorframe, blue eyes twinkling with mixed admiration and amusement, “Even you clean up nicely.”
Fai’s ease contrasts greatly to Kurogane’s narrowed eyes and bared teeth.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? I’m wearing a fucking skirt!! ”
“And you wear it well, Kuro-chii.”
Kurogane growls, face darkening to a shade that challenged even that of the scarlet velvet fabric swathing his hips as Fai approaches, the blonde’s lips still curling in that Cheshire’s smile.
“I thought I told you nothing weird!”
Long pale fingers brush briefly over the white fur at the skirt’s hem, mischievous gaze subtly trailing over exposed tan thighs before it comes to meet Kurogane’s (the not so mischievous, but borderline homicidal one), “Not so strange when you know it was my request, right?”
Touché. “How long are you planning to have me wear this, idiot?”
“Long enough,” The man glimmers again, eyes steadily growing dark and familiar. It makes Kurogane wonder how a skirt (A fuzzy, feminine, “Sexy Mrs. Claus” as the tags read, skirt) could get someone as gay as Fai going. Or maybe it was tormenting the unwilling that turned him on. “Or, because I know Kuro-roo so well that I anticipate his whining (“You are the only one that whines around here!”) over knowing an exact time; How about we say at least through dinner? Then we can see where things go…”
A pause, then Kurogane grunts, begrudgingly of course, for he was seeing something (preferably a large, sharp item) going through the blonde’s skull, “The oden better be good…”
Fai’s eyes shimmer once more, taking a reluctant Kurogane by the crook of an elbow, “Oh, it shall.”
~
Kurogane had followed Fai’s rules. He had seen where things had went, willingly accepted them actually. Trailed behind them hastily, before tangling with them and ending up where he was now- below the Christmas tree (The one he had to drag up the stairs to the fourth floor apartment, mind you) with a half-bare blonde thing eagerly sucking at his newly exposed collarbone.
“Did I choose a good gift Kuro-“A sharp breath is drawn, the following exhale shaky and damp against his shoulder, “-sama?”
“It’s okay-“ He had to say easy access was certainly a plus, “-Would be better off…”
“I -hah- agree…“
Kurogane’s next growl is pleased, feeling the soft fabric slip down his legs as his eyes snap closed on the twinkling lights above them. Fai seems equally content, moaning blissfully as he returns to rocking against the now freed hips beneath him.
Lips now meet and meld, hands on waists, and chests, and backs. It is Fai who first breaks the searing kiss, murmuring a shaking-
“Merry Christmas Kurogane.”
“Merry Christmas… Fai.”
Oh yes, and the oden was good. So good, the neighbors may have even heard.
A/N: Excuse by horrible transitions >-< I hope this was at least a fraction of what you were looking for! Glittering sadist Fai, sexy Mrs. Kuro-claus, and I wish you Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year ♥
Your wish was ...Cross-dressing, an unamused Kuro-chan in an unmanly skirt.
Merry Christmas!
Media: Fanfiction
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild language, Men in skirts, slightly citrus content, cracky and fluffy qualities
Kurogane surely should have listened to the tiny objecting voice that breached his mind in that fleeting moment before the words had left his lips. Of course not though, he ignored the dull cries, allowed the self- written death sentence to slip off his tongue without the slightest hesitation.
“Oi, what do you want for Christmas?”
Fai stares, unblinking and seemingly astounded for a split second. Only a second though.
“Is Kuro-rin offering me anything?”
Kurogane glowers, beginning to question his disregard of that little warning voice, “Not anything, idiot. At least make it obtainable…”
He already knew he was screwed, watching those thin, pink lips twisted into that tell tale grin.
“Nothing weird either.”
“Of course not, my Kuro-Chuu~!” And then Fai, smiling in such a sickly sweet manner that Kurogane swore he had seen sparkles, prances in an overtly pleased fashion into the kitchen, “I’ll have to make something special, since Kuro-pon is giving me such a special Christmas gift! Does oden sound good? I could even put in some octopus, just for you…”
Yep, definitely screwed.
~
“GOD DAMNIT!”
“What is Kuro-chan screaming about now? It is Christmas you know, the time for-“ It is then that Fai finally rounds the corner to the bedroom, untied apron flapping about his long legs as he stops short in the threshold. A smirk crosses his face and he lets out a long “Hyuu~” as he lets a shoulder sag against the doorframe, blue eyes twinkling with mixed admiration and amusement, “Even you clean up nicely.”
Fai’s ease contrasts greatly to Kurogane’s narrowed eyes and bared teeth.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? I’m wearing a fucking skirt!! ”
“And you wear it well, Kuro-chii.”
Kurogane growls, face darkening to a shade that challenged even that of the scarlet velvet fabric swathing his hips as Fai approaches, the blonde’s lips still curling in that Cheshire’s smile.
“I thought I told you nothing weird!”
Long pale fingers brush briefly over the white fur at the skirt’s hem, mischievous gaze subtly trailing over exposed tan thighs before it comes to meet Kurogane’s (the not so mischievous, but borderline homicidal one), “Not so strange when you know it was my request, right?”
Touché. “How long are you planning to have me wear this, idiot?”
“Long enough,” The man glimmers again, eyes steadily growing dark and familiar. It makes Kurogane wonder how a skirt (A fuzzy, feminine, “Sexy Mrs. Claus” as the tags read, skirt) could get someone as gay as Fai going. Or maybe it was tormenting the unwilling that turned him on. “Or, because I know Kuro-roo so well that I anticipate his whining (“You are the only one that whines around here!”) over knowing an exact time; How about we say at least through dinner? Then we can see where things go…”
A pause, then Kurogane grunts, begrudgingly of course, for he was seeing something (preferably a large, sharp item) going through the blonde’s skull, “The oden better be good…”
Fai’s eyes shimmer once more, taking a reluctant Kurogane by the crook of an elbow, “Oh, it shall.”
~
Kurogane had followed Fai’s rules. He had seen where things had went, willingly accepted them actually. Trailed behind them hastily, before tangling with them and ending up where he was now- below the Christmas tree (The one he had to drag up the stairs to the fourth floor apartment, mind you) with a half-bare blonde thing eagerly sucking at his newly exposed collarbone.
“Did I choose a good gift Kuro-“A sharp breath is drawn, the following exhale shaky and damp against his shoulder, “-sama?”
“It’s okay-“ He had to say easy access was certainly a plus, “-Would be better off…”
“I -hah- agree…“
Kurogane’s next growl is pleased, feeling the soft fabric slip down his legs as his eyes snap closed on the twinkling lights above them. Fai seems equally content, moaning blissfully as he returns to rocking against the now freed hips beneath him.
Lips now meet and meld, hands on waists, and chests, and backs. It is Fai who first breaks the searing kiss, murmuring a shaking-
“Merry Christmas Kurogane.”
“Merry Christmas… Fai.”
Oh yes, and the oden was good. So good, the neighbors may have even heard.
A/N: Excuse by horrible transitions >-< I hope this was at least a fraction of what you were looking for! Glittering sadist Fai, sexy Mrs. Kuro-claus, and I wish you Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year ♥