When Culgan awoke, he was the one that was alone in bed.

The smell of bacon and sausages drifted to him from the kitchen alcove, and he got up, stretching and enjoying the sound of his muscles and joints popping as he pulled on his pyjamas and a pair of slippers, and made his way out of the bedroom and into the world of the living.

"Oh, you're awake!" Seed exclaimed as he turned around and saw his lover standing in the doorway of their bedroom. "I woke early, you know how I am, absolutely hyper, and so I thought I'd make us breakfast before we went ahead and opened the presents. Then, I'm thoroughly planning on dragging you outside for a snowball fight."

Culgan couldn't help but give a little smile as he looked at the pile of presents on the floor. They had, indeed, not been opened. Seed was behaving.

Something was wrong.

But he said nothing throughout breakfast, which was lovely and filling, and a cup of coffee with it that heated him from the inside out. He pulled Seed in for a kiss as he stood to pick up the dishes and take them to the sink.

The kiss was intense - but not just that, Culgan noticed. Something else; something... more. Seed was being very strange this morning, no doubt about it.

"You're a lot calmer than you normally are on a Christmas morning, Seed. What's the matter?" he inquired as he stacked the dishes by the sink, running the water.

"I suppose I just decided to grow up," Seed replied with a shrug from the table, seemingly more interested in the salt and pepper shakers than with his lover at the moment.

"No, really."

Seed almost smiled. Okay, so he couldn't fool the old man. Well, that wasn't really part of the plan anyway.

"Ah, I suppose you've caught me out there then," came the nonchalant reply as Seed flipped his legs onto the seat opposite him, making sure that his robe fell open a little, resting at the side of his leg. "I want to wait until evening to open the presents; that way, we can have a nice roaring fire and darkness when the tree lights sparkle."

"And...?"

"And I want to go out and play in the snow more than I want to open presents at the moment. Everyone else has stayed indoors; the snow is perfect and untouched and I want to play in it," Seed said, almost feeling a pout coming on, but he held it back.

Culgan smiled this time, a small one but a smile nonetheless. "I knew there had to be something. Go and get changed, Seed, and I'll wash and dry these dishes, and then I will, indeed, join you outside for a snowball fight."

Seed's face practically lit up, almost overshadowing the brightness of the Tree that sat a few feet behind him. He hopped to his feet and made his way into the bedroom, and Culgan promptly heard the rummaging and cursing that he knew accompanied Seed trying to find his uniform cloak.

Of course, they wouldn't be on duty, but they still felt more comfortable in their uniform outfits than any others. "It's hanging on the very last hanger in your closet, Seed," Culgan shouted into the bedroom as he washed the last of the plates and set about drying them all.

"Thanks!" came the reply, muffled from Seed's head being crammed inside his closet, looking for his winter boots (the difference between the winter boots and the summer ones was that the winter ones were higher and had fur-lining as opposed to the calf-high, unlined summer ones) and his gloves.

He liked the fact that he had two different uniforms. The differences were subtle, but they were there.

He found the cloak first; a little fusty from hanging in the closet since last winter (and more than likely, he'd forgotten to wash it since he had last worn it) and threw it on the bed and went down on his knees, crawling right into the back and found his winter boots within seconds, hidden under a dozen pairs of sneakers.

"Found 'em both!" Seed called back to Culgan, who was now putting the dishes away.

"That's good, Seed; I'll be in, in a moment, to get changed," came Culgan's reply, calm as ever as he put the last cup away and went into the bedroom to see Seed's robe fallen aside from where he was bent over, his pale white ass sticking in the air.

Culgan knelt behind him, grabbing him by the hips and reaching around him as Seed sat up and back against Culgan's strong body. He turned his head slightly to face his lover, his face suddenly contorting to one of anguished pleasure as Culgan's hand sought out his member with ease.

"Culgan..." he breathed, reaching down to disengage the man's hand, much to Culgan's surprise. "This happened last year. We fucked and we missed out on the snow. And as much as I like to fuck, I want to play in snow. Maybe we can figure out a way to mix the two..."

Culgan recovered from the shock fast enough; he let out a small bark of laughter at the thought of Seed not wanting to make love, or as he had put it so eloquently, fuck. "Okay, okay. We'll go and play in the snow," Culgan said. 'And I'll make sure we find a way to mix play with sex,' he thought to himself.

They got dressed then, Seed pulling on his gloves (black, with a white fur trim) and boots last, Culgan dressing in his usual uniform, but pulling on his own gloves (white with a white fur trim) and a blue scarf that Seed had bought him to replace his cravat in the winter.

They took one look at one another, gave a small smile, and went outside together, into the cool crisp air of the morning.

Seed had been right, of course.

The snow was almost entirely virgin snow, except for some areas where small animals had scampered over the cold white drift, but even that had been partially filled in by the stuff that was still falling from the sky.

Seed ran out, and dove, headfirst, into the nearest large pile of it. Culgan watched as the red of his hair disappeared, only to reappear a moment later, covered in snow. A snowball came zooming at him seconds after, and it hit him square in the chest.

There was silence for a moment as Seed looked at the small white circle of snow in the middle of his lover's chest; Culgan looked down at the selfsame thing, and wondered how he'd not managed to duck out of the way in time.

And then there was a shout of joyous laughter from Seed, who ducked down again and threw another snowball at Culgan, who had the mind now to duck out of the way, letting himself be taken over by the infectious childishness of Seed, and jumped into his own pile of snow.

If anyone else saw him...

He rolled his eyes and ignored the nagging part of his brain that told him there was no point, whatsoever, in doing this, but another part of his mind reminded him that this was what Seed wanted, and he wanted simply nothing more than to make Seed happy.

And from the number of snowballs that were coming his way and the shrieks of laughter, Seed was perfectly happy.

Culgan formulated a plan in his head as to how to go about this.

He rolled up some snowballs and laid them on the ground beside him. Then he poked his head out, enough that he could see where Seed was and let the redhead see where he was, and when Seed started throwing the snowballs at him, he waited until they were all gone and launched his own attack.

Seed was hit by 9 of Culgan's 10 snowballs. They hit him mostly from the waist up, some landing on his head and showering his flame-red hair with pure whiteness.

It was more fun than they'd both hoped.

An hour later, soaked through to the skin and shivering, Seed stood up and was bombarded by a lot more of Culgan's snowballs, and stood with a look on his face that would sour milk as he allowed the snow to fall off of him.

"Mercy," he said as he stepped out and shook himself off, walking towards Culgan with his hands held high to show he had no more snowballs, and sat next to the silver-haired man. "That was fun. But I'm soaked and I'm freezing and I need to go inside before my toes fall off."

Culgan smirked. He was barely even cold, but he had hit Seed with a lot more snow than he himself had been hit with. He took pity on his lover and stood up suddenly, picking him up and walking back to their apartments, looking around and seeing everyone else coming out of their houses then, delighting in the amount of snow that had fallen overnight.

Paying them no more heed than that, Culgan let both he and Seed into the house and stripped Seed of his clothes in the vestibule; leaving his boots there in the hallway so as not to get snow all over the house, he walked into the bedroom. After tucking Seed under the covers, he lit the heating and ran a hot bath.

Seed was still shivering under the covers when Culgan came in, picked him up from under the covers and carried him into the bathroom, where he lowered him gently into the steaming, but not scalding water.

Of course, the water felt a lot hotter to Seed than it did to Culgan, but he didn't mind in the least. His skin turned a nice shade of pink wherever the water touched his skin for any length of time, and Culgan took off his shirt, then his trousers, and grabbed the sponge, soaking it in the water before letting it trickle over Seed's skin.

Seed soon warmed up under Culgan's ministration, and not just from the heat of the water. The sponge went everywhere, not missing a nook or cranny that might still be cold. Once Seed had stopped shivering, Culgan divested himself of his underpants and socks, and climbed into the bath with the red-head, taking him in his arms and lifting him up a little before sitting below him and lowering Seed once more into the warm, loving circle of his arms, to sit on his lap.

The water was warm enough that it made him sleepy almost instantly, and Culgan trailed his fingers up and down Seed's leg, stroking carefully to get maximum reaction from such a simple gesture.

But of course Seed knew what was on the older man's mind.

Seed was getting harder by the second, turning his head and capturing Culgan's lips with his own, nudging his hips towards the maddening touch of Culgan's hand, and at the same time, rubbing Culgan's member with his back.

The hand that had been stroking Seed's leg moved ever so slightly upwards, grazing Seed's member slightly before stroking up again and pinching a nipple carefully between thumb and forefinger. Seed gasped into Culgan's mouth, moving his own hand to his member and lazily stroking himself. When Culgan saw what Seed was doing, he let his other hand bat Seed's away, only to grasp the member firmly and causing Seed to moan with lust.

Seed managed to swing himself around, to face Culgan, and sat himself like that, rubbing their hardened erections between their bodies and devoured Culgan's lips with hungry little nibbles of kisses before plundering his mouth with deep, soul-searing kisses and he leaned against the wall for support as Culgan's arms came about him and a finger sought out the tight little sphincter of muscle.

As the finger pressed inside with only the water for lubrication, Seed moaned loudly, mewling, and nearly slipped in the bathtub, driving it deep inside him with a single motion. Culgan's arm tightened around him and he pulled the red-head up a bit more, inserting a second finger as he reached to the cabinet above him and drew out a tub of lotion.

Panting into Culgan's mouth now, stealing kisses only when he remembered to breathe, Seed allowed the third finger and relished the feeling it gave him; full, but knowing that an even greater fullness was yet to be felt.

He moved to allow Culgan better access to him, and felt his member bobbing lightly in the water against Culgan's stomach, and wanted nothing more than to reach down and masturbate himself.

He held back, though, as he felt Culgan shifting and the head of his cock pressing insistently against his entrance. Culgan placed a hand on Seed's hip and pushed him down, impaling him on the erection as he was kissed deeply.

Seed complied with every move that Culgan made; every little motion of the older man's hips drove Seed into frenzy, and eventually he was fucking himself on Culgan with shameless abandon.

The water sloshed in the bath, getting cold now as they loved one another so intimately, and outside, the snow began to fall anew.

Seed's climax washed over him when Culgan pulled on his waist and he drove himself onto Culgan's member at a different angle, the erection brushing hard against Seed's prostate, and he emptied himself into the water, still moving wildly on Culgan, his insides fluttering around the silver-haired man's member.

Culgan contented himself with the look of pure pleasure on Seed's face for a few moments before giving himself over and spilling himself into the redhead's passage.

They collapsed together before realising that the water had, in fact, gotten quite cold, and so they rinsed themselves off and climbed out of the bath, drying each other off, and shrugging on their bathrobes and slippers as they made their way into the living room and a roaring fire.

The tree lights sparkled in the half-darkness as Culgan lit the candles around the room and they sat down to open their gifts.

Afterwards, when they were lying together in front of the fire, Culgan looked out of the window.

"Seed, it's snowing again. Surely you'll want to go out and attack as many soldiers with snowballs as you can," he said with a contented look and tone that voiced that very look.

"Ah..." Seed yawned as he tried to talk. "I don't think so. Let it snow! I've had enough snow for today. Now I just want to lie here, warm and happy, and think about how I can get you back for the attack you unleashed on me this morning."

Culgan gave the red-head a small smile, laying a tender kiss on his lips. "Okay, my love. If you want, that's what we'll do."

'But rest assured, Seed, I'm happy to just lie here with you no matter what kind of thing you're thinking of,' Culgan thought to himself as he reached under the redhead's robes, stroking the delicate skin of Seed's thighs as the warmth of the fire washed over them both in the semi-darkness of the room.

Author's notes:

I suppose I should try and write something for you guys that doesn't contain these two going at it like bunnies. But I'm sure you don't mind, do you? After all, there's no such thing as too much CulSee pr0n...

- Tracy