Christmas Conundrum

Christmas Conundrum


A/N: This is my response to one of the requests made to me, as promised. However, when I put pen to paper, realized it did not quite fit the request. For this I apologize. I am dedicating this story to KiraAsu, not only for requesting this story, but for the wonderful reviews. I hope everyone enjoys this, you can’t imagine how much effort it took.

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A light snow was falling as Kira gazed out the window. Beside his own reflection he could see a Christmas tree; the first Christmas tree he and Athrun had assembled together, giving it special significance. It symbolized their relationship, and what they had become. Except, of course, for one key difference: the tree was able to stand out, was proud, and available for all to see. It saddened Kira that during this festive season he and Athrun would have to hide their relationship from their closest friends and loved ones.


They had mutually agreed to keep their new, more intimate relationship a secret until after the holidays. Fearful they might “ruin Christmas”, they decided that this, was indeed, the best action. Kira began wrapping his last gift for Athrun.


A month ago, the couple had visited Athrun’s father. Athrun absolutely insisted that his father was the first to know. Thinking back, Kira was having trouble figuring out why… must have been so the man had an opportunity to prepare himself. In spite of his scepticism, Kira respected his partner’s wishes, and went with Athrun to confront his father. Needless to say, it went poorly.


“Athrun, you can’t be serious!” roared the elder Zala.


“I am,” replied Athrun, completely calm, and apparently unaffected by his father’s fury. Kira was horrified by Athrun’s father, and was gaining deeper respect for his friend with each passing moment. Zala’s face was red, distorted by anger, and a vein was throbbing prominently on the side of his forehead.


“What do you mean you’re gay!” said Athrun’s father, disgust dripping from his words. He looked upon his own son as if he were something dirty; something contagious. “What about your political career? What about MINE?” he spat.


“None of that matters. I don’t care about any of those things. Not nearly as much as I care about Kira,” he replied in his same, calm voice. Kira was endeared by the sentiment, but worried for his personal safety when Athrun’s father glared at him.


“You would sacrifice everything I have struggled to achieve for this lower class bastard?!?” spoke Zala in disbelief. When he realized that his son would not back down, he screamed, “Get out! GET OUT!”


The recollection troubled Kira deeply. He had no idea how his own family would receive the news, and feared they might have the same reaction as Athrun’s father. ‘Yeah,’ thought Kira, ‘we definitely do not want a repetition of that over Christmas.’ He felt a little guilty as he folded the last corner and taped it securely. He placed it under the tree, near the back, where nobody would see it.


The days were short, and already the sun was setting. Athrun was still out doing some last minute shopping, and was due back at any moment. The only food in their fridge was the forbidden Christmas food, set aside for the following day. There was a lot of cooking to be done, and a lot of baking had already been done, and therefore, Kira was in no mood to make anything. He phoned the pizza shop, and ordered an extra large chicken pizza. When it finally arrived, he wished the delivery man a Merry Christmas and left him a large tip. Shortly after, Athrun returned, looking quite dishevelled.


“How were the crowds?” asked Kira, rubbing in the fact he had finished his shopping weeks ago. He knew full well what the crowds were like on Christmas Eve. Athrun grimaced in reply, and grabbed a slice of pizza before darting back out the door, only to return with another armload of gifts.


“Is there anything for me in there?” asked Kira, only half-pretending to snoop. Athrun shook his head, unable to speak through the half-eaten piece of pizza sticking out of his mouth. Kira made a mock-indignant noise before taking the gifts from his friend so he could finish his pizza and take off his shoes. “You’re going to be wrapping all night,” said Kira as he placed the assorted items on the table.


“I know,” replied Athrun dreadfully. He grabbed another slice of pizza, “I’m starving.” He tossed his coat on the couch and went to the kitchen. “I was sort of hoping you would help me wrap some of these,” said Athrun, in what might be called a coy tone.


“You know, I finished my shopping two weeks ago…” said Kira. “And,” he continued, “nobody helped me with my wrapping.”


“Please,” begged Athrun, who immediately employed his “pouty” face. Kira sighed deeply, and reluctantly agreed. Athrun knew he hated wrapping presents.


They relocated to the livingroom, and spent the rest of the night wrapping presents, eating pizza, and watching TV. They worked at a leisured pace; stopping often for Pepsi refills and whatever else came to mind. They eventually were forced to put a movie on because the Christmas re-runs, which they had both seen way too often, were slowly driving them crazy.


‘How romantic,’ thought Kira, ‘here it is, our first Christmas Eve as a couple, and I’m sitting here watching some stupid horror movie while wrapping presents… Oh well, I might just get a merry Christmas tomorrow if everything goes well.’ Kira grinned, thinking of the small package under the tree and the many possibilities it presented.


When they finished, Athrun gave Kira a quick, goodnight kiss and went to bed, completely exhausted. Kira soon followed. He had a lot of work to do tomorrow.


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Kira had to get up early the next day to put the turkey, which his mother was kind enough to deliver, in the oven. Somehow, she convinced Kira and Athrun to have the Christmas dinner at their house this year. It all seemed very logical when she was explaining it. They were sort of in the middle of everyone, they had enough space, he could cook, Athrun could help, and so on. However, now he was regretting it.


Kira was working purposely loud, hoping to wake Athrun, either for help or companionship (he really did not care). He was pleased when Athrun came shuffling into the kitchen, still rubbing his eyes. “Merry Christmas!” greeted Kira cheerfully. Athrun mumbled something incoherent in response, and began making himself a bowl of cereal. After he finished eating, he went for a shower, and eventually returned, this time, slightly more awake.


“Hey,” he said, trying to get Kira’s attention. Kira looked up, signifying that he was listening. “Do you want to stay out of the livingroom for a while?” asked Athrun.


“Sure, why?” replied Kira as he diced a rather potent onion, causing Athrun’s eyes to water.


“I have to wrap some of your presents.”


Kira looked up at him, “You mean you still aren’t finished wrapping?” he said in a mocking tone. Athrun just glared at him, knowing full well that it was his own fault for leaving everything to the last minute this year. “No, I won’t be leaving the kitchen anytime soon,” said Kira as Athrun left the room.


Kira’s mother arrived at noon, carrying her substantial contribution to the Christmas supper. She helped Kira, and together they were able to have nearly everything completed by four. Athrun contributed by doing dishes as they worked, preparing the dining room, and other assorted jobs. Kira’s family began arriving at four, followed by Lacus and some other close friends of theirs. Gifts were beginning to pile up all around the tree, and their little home was beginning to feel a little crowded. The scent of Christmas cooking was now controlling the atmosphere, and Athrun was asked to set the table: supper was almost ready.


Due to the limited space, the younger people had to sit in the livingroom. Nobody minded, however, and soon everyone’s plate was filled and festive conversation engulfed the entire household.


Athrun, Kira, and Cagalli washed the dishes, which was a slow and painful process. Dessert was served immediately after, and once again the younger people retreated to the livingroom. As always, everyone had eaten more than their fair share, and there was still plenty of food left over. This time, the dishes were allowed to pile in the kitchen sink, and everyone moved to the livingroom for the gift exchange.


This was Kira’s favourite part of Christmas. Not receiving gifts, but the opportunity to surprise and be surprised. Athrun, on the other hand, hated the gift exchange. Waiting bored Athrun, and there was a lot of waiting to be done. Slowly, the pile beneath the tree began to diminish. Near the end, even Kira’s parents looked as if they were ready to fall asleep.


Finally, after a painfully long two hour period, all the gifts were exchanged and drinks were beginning to be poured. The conversation once again began to pick-up, and everyone began to laugh and joke.


“Hey,” yelled one of Kira’s young cousins, “there’s still a present under the tree!” The little boy picked it up, and took it to his mother to read the tag.


“It’s for Athrun,” she said, and instructed the little guy to take it over to him.


A little had tugged on the sleeve of Athrun’s shirt, interrupting him from his conversation with Lacus and Cagalli. He took the gift and looked at the tag, noting it was from Kira. Meanwhile, Kira was at the other end of the room, talking with some relatives. There was some commotion at the other side of the livingroom, and he overheard something about a present being forgotten. He excused himself from his conversation and went towards the small, forming crowd. He was absolutely horrified to find Athrun standing the middle of all his relatives, holding the small package he had wrapped the previous day.


“Who is it from?” asked someone in the crowd, and Athrun told him it was from Kira. “Open it,” shouted another.


By this time Kira had pushed his way to the front of the group. He shook his head and mouthed the words “not here” to Athrun. Unfortunately, Athrun noticed too late. The gift was already halfway unwrapped by the time he understood Kira’s signal. He had to continue; everyone was watching. The wrapping paper was quickly discarded, and Athrun cracked open the box. He looked at the object confusedly. When he realized what he was looking at he was shocked. He could feel blood running to his cheeks and ears.


He shot an angry, accusing glare at Kira, who now had his hands folded and was mouthing “sorry” to his …former… friend. Athrun’s cheeks continued to redden.


“What is it?” asked a curious relative. “Show it to us,” called another.


Athrun’s mouth opened and closed several times as he tried to relocate he voice. He finally managed to stutter, “It’s broken…” Kira’s head shot up in relief. Yes! Broken! That would do! He continued to silently praise his friend for his quick thinking. Several disappointed “awes” came from the crowd. The box was snapped shut, and Athrun left for his bedroom, his eyes planted firmly on the ground.


“What was it?” asked Cagalli, knowing that something was clearly wrong.


“Just something for the house that I thought he might like,” replied Kira. However, Cagalli did not look convinced. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind trying it out myself one day,” added Kira with a note of finality.


Athrun re-emerged, still slightly flushed, but, other than that, completely recovered. He brushed by Kira on his way back to Lacus and Cagalli, calling him a bastard quietly as he passed. He continued his conversation with them, which lasted the rest of the night.


Slowly, people began to trickle out, and the house once again became less crowded. Their friends were the last people to leave. Kira and Athrun wished them a Merry Christmas as they departed. They were finally alone in their house. ‘Now I’m going to get it…’ thought Kira apprehensively.


Athrun turned angrily, and stormed towards his bedroom. “Wait Athrun!” pleaded Kira as he grabbed the other’s wrist. He pulled away in disgust. Hurt could not describe how Kira felt at that moment. “Athrun…please?” begged Kira as Athrun reached the hallway leading to the rooms. Pleading seemed to work, and he stopped, but refused to even look at Kira. “I’m sorry…. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that… I just… thought we could do something special for Christmas…” said Kira sorrowfully.


Athrun gazed into saddened violet eyes, and his anger was mitigated somewhat. “You bastard,” he said. Kira winced at the insult, but refused to either deny it or defend himself. “How could you do that to me? In front of your family on top of that!” demanded Athrun.


Kira stared at the ground. Tears were welling in his eyes. “You weren’t supposed to open it. I tried to warn you,” he said, before whispering, “I’m sorry…” He never looked up; he did not have the strength to look his friend in the eyes. He could not bare Athrun’s cold emerald glare. Tears began rolling down his face silently.


Ruthlessly, Athrun continued his tirade. “Why would you leave something like that under the tree? That’s just begging for something to go wrong! You’re smarter than that… Aren’t you?”


“I’m sorry…” repeated Kira between sobs. He had never felt so ashamed in his life.


“That doesn’t matter!” yelled Athrun in reply; some of his father’s anger was definitely present in him. Kira was now weeping bitterly. However, he refused to defend himself, and refused to turn away. He simply stood there, vulnerable as a deserted child.


Athrun was finally able to step back for a moment, and realized what he was doing. Sobbing quietly in front of him, with unwavering loyalty, was the person he had called his best friend nearly his entire life. And it was his fault. Kira apologized, and still he yelled. He cried, and still he yelled. Overwhelmed by guilt, Athrun nearly broke down into tears as well. He walked over to his crying friend, and he hugged him. Athrun could feel tears soak through his shirt over his shoulder. Athrun rubbed Kira’s back comfortingly, and tried to calm the boy.


“I’m sorry…” repeated Kira, regaining some control of himself.


“No, Kira, I’m sorry,” whispered Athrun, “Forgive me?” Kira nodded into his shoulder, not wanting to leave Athrun’s embrace. “I was just so…shocked. I didn’t know what to do. Your family…” trailed Athrun. “I’m sorry…” They remained silent while still embracing, until both had recovered.


At that moment, Athrun had only one desire: to somehow make everything better with Kira. He scrambled his mind in search of possibilities. “How about we…try…your present?” suggested Athrun. Prefect. This single suggestion conveyed everything: I’m sorry, I forgive you, I want you to be happy, and I want to make everything better…


Kira looked into his eyes. They were red and puffy. He smiled.


It was the most beautiful thing Athrun had ever seen. He would march to hell itself to see that smile again. Kira picked Athrun off the ground, and took him to his room.


He placed Athrun on his own bead. Crawling on also, Kira straddled the younger boy, and began to kiss him. They started shyly, their fight still fresh in their minds. However, they quickly warmed up to each other. Athrun parted his lips slightly in invitation, and Kira wasted no time in exploiting the opportunity. His tongue explored every part of Athrun’s mouth as the other sucked on it sensuously. Their tongues duelled passionately, and Kira allowed Athrun in, swapping mouths repeatedly. Neither wanted to ever break this kiss. This perfect, beautiful kiss. They were eventually forced to part for air. Both boys were panting; Kira’s forehead was resting against Athrun’s, preserving a portion of the contact.


Kira leaned in to kiss Athrun again, but the blue-haired teen had other plans. He rolled over, forcing Kira off balance and onto his back. Athrun was lying between Kira’s parted legs, and slowly began grinding against him. Kira moaned in surprise, and did not resist Athrun’s momentary dominance. He bucked his hips in sync with Athrun, and was soon completely aroused. However, he wanted tonight to be special, and therefore had to slow things down.


He rolled over, restoring their original position. Athrun tried to grind into Kira into Kira again, but the other boy would not allow it. He groaned in frustration and desire. Kira resumed kissing the green-eyed boy, while holding him down with his legs. He kissed his way down to Athrun’s chin, and then followed his jawline to his ear. Athrun turned his head to give Kira better access. The older boy nibbled on his earlobe for a moment, before making his way down his neck, leaving little red marks in his wake. He pulled on Athrun’s collar, and began biting, sucking, and licking that point that drove Athrun mad. He moaned and tried to buck again, but Kira’s grip remained strong.


Placing his left forearm on Athrun’s forehead, Kira slid his right hand underneath his lover’s shirt. His hand crept upwards with tantalizing slowness while they continued to kiss ardently. Finally, the hand found its target. Athrun moaned hungrily as sensation began to pile on sensation. The other nipple was given the same administration until both were hard and sensitive. Athrun loved to be teased and tempted, and was thoroughly enjoying himself.


They broke their kiss, gasping. Kira had whisked Athrun’s shirt off before he had even realized he was being undressed. His brain was becoming too blissed for cognitive thought. Kira was once again kissing his way down Athrun’s neck, but this time he did not stop at the shoulder. He kissed his way to one of Athrun’s hardened nipples. He allowed his teeth to scrape over the bud, causing Athrun to hiss. Kira then swirled his tongue around it, without actually touching the sensitive spot. Aware this frustrated Athrun to no end, he continued this action for several moments before engulfing the tiny nub. Athrun let out a lustful groan. He moved his hand without Kira’s noticing, and began rubbing himself through his jeans.


However, Kira soon noticed and immediately arrested the motion. He grabbed both of the younger boy’s wrists and pinned then above his head with one hand. “Do you want this?” asked Kira in a lust laden tone, as he grabbed Athrun between the legs with his other hand. He began rubbing, slowly but firmly. Athrun arched his back and moaned loudly. “Is this what you want?” repeated Kira, threatening to stop. He loved to hear Athrun beg.


“Yes!” responded Athrun hastily, his voice filled with need and desire.


“Then you have to be patient!” said Kira matter-of-factly. Athrun gaped indignantly as Kira went back to finish what he had begun on Athrun’s chest, this time on the other side.


By the time Kira was finished, Athrun was shivering with pleasure. He proceeded to kiss his way down Athrun’s porcelain skin, stopping momentarily to dip his tongue into the navel before continuing. Finally, he reached Athrun’s waistband; the entrance to Athrun’s tight prison.


“Please Kira, take them off,” begged Athrun. Kira complied. Relief washed over Athrun as he relished in his newfound freedom. He sincerely hoped the boxers would follow, but he was disappointed.


He slowly became aware of something at his foot, and lifted his head to see Kira feathering over it with his fingers. Kira grinned as his leg twitched involuntarily; Athrun was very ticklish. The ghostly touch continued to creep up his legs, and was followed by butterfly kisses. Kira’s hand found its way under Athrun’s boxers, and began to massage him from below. Relishing in the first skin-to-skin contact in that region, Athrun allowed his head to fall back to the bed. Kira bit and sucked on Athrun’s thigh while he continued to skilfully employ his hand. For Athrun, however, this contact ended all too soon.


Pulling off the boxers, Kira was able to finally gaze upon Athrun’s fully nude form. Athrun found the air caressing his erection relieving, and let out a contented sigh. He was not even aware Kira had left for a moment. This changed, however, when he felt his legs being parted. Once again, he raised his head to see Kira’s still fully clothed body. However, it was what he was holding that held his attention. It was his “present”-- a pink rubber dildo; the item that had petrified him before Kira’s family. It was not by any means too large, but wasn’t small either. In fact, Athrun thought its size matched Kira’s quite nicely. Gazing at Kira’s face, he soon realized what his lover was waiting for: permission.


“Please…” requested Athrun, causing Kira to grin lustfully. He climbed back on the bed, and placed the thing in front of Athrun’s face. The green-eyed boy began sucking and licking it profusely. The sight caused Kira to moan loudly. Athrun continued until it was taken away, thoroughly covered in saliva.


Placing his knees up and spreading his legs as wide as possible, Athrun readied himself. Kira kneeled above him, and pressed the object against Athrun’s entrance. He found himself mesmerized by his lover’s face. Kira had never seen his face as he was penetrated. Emerald eyes were wide shut, and he was shuddering in eager anticipation. Slowly, he pressed the rubber object into the blue-haired boy. Athrun writhed uncontrollably as the firm toy travelled further inside him. He grabbed the headboard and begged Kira for more. The older boy complied by thrusting harder and faster, and continued to watch Athrun’s muscles flex and strain with pleasure.


“Kira,” begged Athrun, “Kira it hurts… I need release!” Kira looked down to see Athrun’s cock, red and rigid, dripping with precum. He denied Athrun his release, and decided to torture him a little longer. He tried rotating the device while thrusting, and was pleased by the sounds Athrun made. “Please Kira, I need to cum!” cried Athrun. This time, Kira decided to give his lover what he needed. He began to suck on Athrun’s hardened cock. Using his free hand to massage his balls and whatever else he couldn’t fit into his mouth, Kira continued to thrust the pink toy deeply. He swirled his tongue around the head of Athrun’s shaft, playing with the slit at the top. He bobbed his head in unison with his thrusts, and sucked hungrily. “Kiiiirrrrrrraaaaaaaaaa!” screamed Athrun as he climaxed violently into Kira’s mouth. He drank the fluid greedily, but still some managed to seep down his chin. Athrun was panting heavily as his flaccid cock slid out of his friend’s mouth, and his new favourite toy was pulled out of him.


“Kira,” said Athrun, his voice distant due to the afterglow, “why are you still dressed?” He examined the boy who had just delivered him a perfect orgasm, to see him still fully clothed, painfully erected, and a trickle of cum still on his chin.


Kira blushed. “I thought,” he struggled, “I would punish myself a little for what I did to you…” Athrun laughed as Kira wiped his seed off his own face with his hand. He was about to rub the fluid off when Athrun stopped him. He brought the hand to his mouth and licked it clean. The violet-eyed boy moaned and gazed into mischievous emerald eyes.


“I want you…now!” said Athrun before pouncing on his friend. Straps and buckles fell quickly to Athrun’s skilled hands, and Kira’s shirt soon found itself tossed aside negligently. They rolled while locked in the most passionate kiss so far. Athrun could taste his own seed mixed with Kira’s personal flavour, and found it strangely arousing. He felt Kira’s hand slide between them and began fumbling with his fly.


Kira watched as Athrun undressed him. His erection floated freely in the air, released from all restraints. He rolled on top of Athrun, grinding his hips into Athrun’s. He searched the drawer of the nightstand for a tube of lubricant. After searching blindly for an eternity, he finally located the small tube. He applied the oil copiously on his unsatisfied cock. He had to struggle to stop himself from simply masturbating himself to climax.


Athrun threw his legs over Kira’s shoulders, giving his lover perfect access. The older boy drove in hard. There was no need to prepare the younger boy. Athrun moaned loudly, due partly to pleasure and partly to the sheer force of which he had been penetrated. Kira adjusted his angle and continued to pound into his lover at a ferocious pace. He had waited long enough for his release, there was no need to slow it down now.


Athrun rocked his hips to compliment the older boy’s thrusts, and knew his friend would not last much longer. Kira kissed him roughly and began stroking his newly formed erection. Once again, Athrun could feel the coil winding inside himself, and his breath was becoming erratic.


Amazed by his own endurance, Kira was on the verge of climax. He tilted Athrun’s hips slightly, giving him greater leverage. He continued to stroke his lover’s cock, and was aware of the loud noises they were emitting. He felt Athrun’s muscles go rigid, and a moment later the boy climaxed again, cum spraying both of their stomachs and Kira’s hand. Kira came immediately after, shuddering with paroxysms of pleasure before collapsing onto his friend.


They lied like that for several moments, relishing the afterglow and trying to regain their breath. “Merry Christmas, Athrun,” said Kira as he rolled off the younger boy.


“Merry Christmas.” Exhaustion from a hard day of work and company, and their recent activities soon overtook then, and they fell asleep holding each other. Hanging above the bed was a forgotten mistletoe.

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A/N: Wow, this story posed many challenges for me, and I was surprised by its complexity and difficulty. Which I’m still undecided on why… I would once again like to apologize to KiraAsu for not perfectly matching the request. I hope you enjoyed it all the same. Also, PLEASE continue SDT!

Also, to M: Your suggestion struck me as more of a New Year’s story… I think that I will do it also, even though I said I would only do one.

Finally, please R&R. They really do help me write faster.