Seed and Culgan walked to their quarters, glad to be out of the baths now, for Klaus had done nothing but sit and watch the two of them, with a blush on his face, as Seed's hand had risen slowly further and further up Culgan's thigh.

Culgan had sat, however, with a straight face the whole time, even as Seed's fingers had brushed over the very tip of his erection. If he hadn't been pretending not to be watching, Culgan was pretty sure that Klaus would have had a nosebleed that would have filled the bath in a matter of seconds.

The young strategist had quickly excused himself, and ran into the showers, all the way to the one at the back, and Seed convinced himself he was relieving himself from the embarrassment.

Seed was a child again, like this every Christmas time, and he was bouncing around Culgan like an overexcited puppy as they walked back home. "So, did you get me anything good?" he asked, and Culgan smiled to himself.

"You'll need to wait and see what Santa brings for you," the silver-haired man replied, and Seed pouted.

"Fine, then, I won't tell you what I got you, either. You'll just need to wait and see what Santa brings you," the redhead replied, and opened the door to their apartments, sauntering in and making his way immediately to the bed, where he fell into it, quite literally, and pulled the covers over his head, sulking.

Culgan came in a second later, locking the door and making his way to the bed, sitting beside Seed. "Now, Love, I know you're frustrated. It's Christmas Eve. And you were deprived of sex, I know this," he said calmly, trying not to sound overly condescending, but failing rather miserably. "But the former has connotations that can be fixed tomorrow morning, and the latter... can be fixed right now... if you so wish."

Seed's head peeked out from under the covers. He pouted, and his brows creased together. "Lemme 'lone. 'M tired, 'n want sleep."

Culgan sighed. "Don't be like this, Seed. It's a kind of tradition to not know what you're getting for Christmas before you actually open the things."

"I would have told you. Now leave me be; I'm tired. And my butt hurts. You know I hate riding for so long. And you also know that I can whine until the cows come home, and you don't want to start me on that because once I get started-"

Culgan just tuned him out as he ranted and raved, and went to make them both a nice hot cup of chocolate.

When he returned, carrying the two cups, filled to the brim with steaming milky chocolate, Seed was still ranting about the cold and how he thought he'd never get the feeling back in his legs, even after spending nearly an hour in the showers and the bath. Culgan smiled to himself, and sat down next to his lover, placing one of the steaming mugs on Seed's leg, which he knew would be bare beneath the covers, and the redhead yelped and quickly got out of bed.

"What the hell was that in aid of?" Seed yelled, rounding on Culgan.

Culgan, on the other hand, was sitting calmly watching the redhead. "I thought it might warm your leg up a bit. And besides, if there was no feeling in your leg, it wouldn't have hurt," he said as he smiled serenely at the pouting Seed. "Now sit down and drink this. It will warm you up nicely. And *then* we can go to sleep. It's late; I'm tired, and I think I might be getting a headache."

"Of course you're going to get a headache when you moan as often as you do," Seed admonished lightly, grinning as he sipped at the sweet liquid.

Shaking his head, Culgan sat in silence, drinking and observing his lover. A small smile was creeping onto Seed's lips as the warm liquid coursed through him and warmed him from the inside out, and he felt himself drifting in and out of sleep.

Setting the cup down on the bedside table, Seed leaned over to Culgan and laid a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I'm going to sleep," he remarked before turning over and falling asleep.

Culgan smiled to himself and got up, taking the cups into the kitchen and rinsing them thoroughly, placing them on the drying rack and heading to bed, too. It had been a long day after all.

When Seed woke up the next morning, the sun was bouncing off the ground, which was covered in pure, white snow. He sprang out of bed, rushing to the window and looking out. There wasn't even a single footprint in the white powder, and he longed to go out and tarnish it, throw it at his silver-haired lover...

Culgan.

Seed spun around, looking at their bed. It was empty.

Which meant that Culgan must already be awake. Probably making him breakfast. French toast with powdered sugar and strawberries?

Seed's face lit up, and he grabbed his pyjamas, throwing them on, and pushing his feet into the warm white fluffy slippers, made his way into the living room.

There wasn't a tree, but the place was decorated with garlands and wreaths, and there were presents laid out by the fire that hadn't been there last night. Seed smiled to himself like a kid, and turned towards the kitchen.

Nope, Culgan wasn't there, either.

Seed raised an eyebrow to himself, and looked around the living room. There was a small note of white paper lying on the table, and he picked it up, reading quickly.

"Seed,

Lord Luca has asked me to attend an early breakfast with the soldiers. How could I say no to an offer like that? I shall be back before noon; please, open your presents (but not MINE!) and I shall see you later.

All my love, and a merry Christmas,
Culgan."

Seed pouted. He'd wanted to spend the morning with Culgan. After all, he'd bought that edible chocolate set for the older man and had been looking forward to licking all the delicious brown confection from his naked body...

He shook his head, red tresses batting at his face, and he sat in front of the large pile of presents that were marked to him. Picking up the first, a small parcel-shaped present, he opened it and was rewarded with a certificate for one body piercing, and a gorgeous golden hoop earring.

He laughed, thinking on how long ago it had been that he'd told Culgan that he'd been thinking of getting his ear pierced. Culgan had remarked that he was surprised it was *only* his ear he'd been thinking of piercing, and the ensuing argument had ended in sex.

Almost all their arguments ended in sex, he mused. His silver-haired lover just had a way of calming him.

He put the box aside, and started unwrapping the rest of his things.

Ten minutes later, everything tagged to him had been opened, bar one. His big present. It was a box large enough to fit a Doll's House in, but Seed rather disbelieved that Culgan would buy him a Doll's House.

He read the tag, and smiled.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get you a gift as good as the love you've given me, but I hope this is close enough.
-Culgan."

"You're such a sentimental sap, old man," Seed muttered to himself as he took his time, untying the ribbon and tearing off the paper, and when he got to the box, it was unsealed.

He just unfolded the flaps and looked inside, ready to find a puppy or something bouncing out at him.

Instead, he found ice-blue eyes and a smug grin peering up at him, dressed neatly in a red and white outfit.

Seed gaped.

Culgan smiled, and pushed the box off himself, advancing on Seed.

"C-Culgan... what about... the breakfast...?" Seed stammered as he got to his feet, moving quickly back towards the couch.

"There wasn't a breakfast, silly," Culgan said with a twinkle in his eye. "But I honestly didn't think you'd wait so long until you opened your biggest present."

"I... was... being good."

"For a change," Culgan said as he forced Seed to sit down on the couch, looking up at the older man. "Will you still be good now?"

It was just too funny for Seed. Culgan was doing what he always did - asserting his dominance over the redhead. But when he was dressed in a red and white fluffy Santa Claus outfit, it just didn't quite work the way it was supposed to.

He broke out in a torrent of giggles, alternately pointing at the outfit and laughing, and pointing at the box Culgan had been sitting in since before Seed had gone to sleep.

Culgan didn't find it particularly funny. He climbed onto the couch on top of Seed and leaned very close to him. "You won't be finding it so funny in a minute, Seed," he growled into the redhead's ear and bit it.

Seed gasped and stopped laughing. "What, are you trying to pierce my ear yourself, Culgan?" he said, trying to inject a little humour into the situation again. He wanted to have *fun sex,* not serious *making love.*

"Shhh..." Culgan whispered to him, sliding a hand between them and cupping the bulge between Seed's legs and squeezing it gently as he bit and nibbled and licked and sucked Seed's ear. What he ended up with was a Seed who was practically purring and thrusting into Culgan's hand as his hands curled into the back of the outfit Culgan was wearing.

With a quick growl, Seed had his hands underneath the fluffy jacket and was trying to force it over Culgan's head while Culgan was still trying to arouse Seed. All that happened was that Culgan ended with his hands stuck in the jacket behind his back.

Seed sniggered.

"Well, isn't this interesting?" he said as he watched Culgan struggle with the jacket. He pushed the older man to the side, and he landed with his hands behind him on the couch.

"Seed..." Culgan said with a growl of his own. "You know I'm not-"

"Oh, I know that, love," Seed replied with a grin. "That's not what I had in mind."

Culgan raised an eyebrow. "And what did you have in mind?" he asked as he continued to struggle with the jacket.

Seed shrugged, perfectly content with watching the lithe body twist and contort itself trying to get out of the sleeves. Culgan's muscles contorted and stretched beneath his skin, and the redhead positioned himself between Culgan's legs, leaned up to his stomach, and licked a very wet line from his bellybutton to the waistband of the red pants.

Culgan's face remained impassive, as always when Seed was trying to be dominant, but beneath, he actually wanted to see what his fiery lover would do; how far he was willing to take it.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband of the red pants, Seed snuck a look up at his stoic lover. His face was calm, but something within his eyes burned, and he had stopped struggling.

In a flash, Seed had pulled the pants down and Culgan was lifting his hips up to let him, and then Culgan's hands were pulling Seed up into his lap, and their lips were together, their tongues dancing.

They both broke off at the same time with a gasp; Seed caught a glimmer of a grin on Culgan's face, and Culgan saw a predatory gleam in Seed's eyes. He rubbed himself against the older man with a slow, cat-like grace, making sure that Culgan's member got the most of the friction.

"When did you get your hands free?" Seed growled at Culgan as the older man started unbuttoning Seed's pyjama shirt.

This time, Seed *knew* that there was a grin on Culgan's face. "While you were busy with my trousers," he replied, sliding his hands inside the soft cotton material and re-acquainting himself with the feel of Seed's skin. The tips of his fingers brushed over sensitive nipples, and Seed sighed.

"And you couldn't just have told me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at his lover.

"And where would the fun be in that?" Culgan said, sliding his hands around to Seed's back and pulling him even closer, leaning down and capturing Seed's mouth with his own.

Seed buried himself in the kiss, as was usual with him, and ground himself down against his lover's erection, trying to get a reaction - any sort of reaction - from the silver-haired man. The only thing he truly succeeded in doing, though, was making his own member harder.

He let out an unintended whimper into Culgan's mouth as the other bit down on his lip gently. Culgan's hands were wandering over his skin and trailing fire wherever they went. His pyjama shirt was hanging half-off one of his shoulders, and Culgan detached himself from Seed's mouth and feasted on the creamy skin revealed to him there.

The cotton material was pushed away from the shoulders on both sides, slid down to Seed's wrists... and left there. It took Seed a moment to realise what had happened, and by the time he had, he was too far gone to do anything about it. Culgan's talented mouth had latched onto a nipple; the hands on his back the only thing to keep him from falling backwards.

He mewled, and tried to disentangle himself from the mess of his top, but only succeeded in tangling his hands further as Culgan's head travelled further south, his tongue dipping into the indent of Seed's navel and blowing on the trail of wetness he left wherever his mouth went.

Shivering, Seed tried again to free his hands. He didn't want to just lie there and take this - he wanted to hold onto Culgan, to feel the man's muscles quivering under his hands. He wanted to dig his nails in and make sure he felt heard every grunt and felt every movement that Culgan's body made.

And more than anything, he just wanted Culgan to be inside him, all over him.

He lost coherent thought for a moment when Culgan's hot, wet mouth engulfed his erection right to the hilt, and he threw his head back against the couch, letting out an elongated whimper as he struggled to regain control of his body.

It was so damned difficult, though, with a lover as talented as Culgan. Culgan's mouth was drawing out sounds from Seed that were never heard outside their lovemaking (unless overheard by some passerby) and it aroused him to the point where he wanted to just bend the redhead over and take him without preparation.

"Oh Gods, Culgan!" Seed yelped as the silver-haired man's tongue made rounds on the head of his swollen erection, and his hands teased at the twin sacs below. Seed's fingers dug into the material he was holding onto and his knees drew up until his heels were digging into the couch and he was bared completely to Culgan.

Seeing Seed's face as he continued to tease him, Culgan thought that he was ready to be prepared, so he slowly drew his mouth away from Seed's erection, removing his teasing fingers from the sacs, and laid a delicate kiss on Seed's mouth as he went quickly to the bedroom and got the bottle of lubricant from the bedside cabinet.

When he came back, Seed was squirming in anticipation, his palm pressed down hard against his erection, and when his eyes met Culgan's, he just looked... well, pathetic. His hair was mussed and fanning out behind him on the couch back, his face flushed, his lips parted in silence heavy breathing.

He looked beautiful. His Seed.

He made his way over to his lover, and kneeled between his legs, laying a kiss on the hot head of Seed's member as he lubricated one finger and pushed it inside the tight ring of muscle, feeling Seed's body automatically accepting him; Seed had been with him long enough now that he was pretty certain that the redhead would accept him without preparation, but he just wanted to make sure.

Another two fingers later, and Seed was impaling himself on the fingers, his fingers gripping his shirt, unable to do anything else. He, unlike Culgan, was not able to untangle himself from the material.

"C-Culgan... NOW," he growled, and Culgan could only oblige. He withdrew his fingers, wiping them off on the material of his discarded jacket, and applying lubricant to his own erection and positioning himself to slide carefully inside Seed.

A low groan started in the base of Seed's throat and worked its way up and out of his mouth as Culgan slowly began to build up a rhythm; one in which Seed was helpless below him, his fingernails digging into his shirt, and he bent down, claiming the mewling mouth as his own.

They moved together, the couch underneath them moving too, and Seed, by some miracle, managed to get his hands free, but all he did was wrap his arms around Culgan, pulling him closer and closer to the silver-haired man, wanting to be devoured.

Seed reached orgasm first, shuddering and panting in Culgan's arms as he spilled his seed across his hard stomach, and sort of flopped back against the couch as Culgan came with a smile inside his lover.

A few minutes later, they snuggled up together on the couch, and watched the snow falling anew outside the living room window. Seed, for once, didn't want to go and play in the white powder.

"Mmm... thank you, Culgan," he said, and turned to place a kiss on the man's cheek.

"You're welcome."

"Ne, Culgan?"

"Yes, Seed?"

"You didn't open your presents yet."

"I'll open them after dinner."

Seed pouted. "What if there's something special in there?"

"It can't be more special than what I have here," Culgan replied, kissing the redhead's hair and settling down for a short winter's nap. "All I wanted for Christmas was you, anyway."

Author's notes:

For Dee and Maria's Christmas. Enjoy it, girls! (And sorry about the delay between parts one and two... silly lemon.)

Rating: NC 17 for sex between two consenting male adults.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Konami among others.

- Tracy