Trimming the Tree

Trimming the Tree
A Seren/Kane fiction by Setsuna-Jikan

"So...what are we doing again, Kane?" Seren asked, voice whisper quiet as he held the flimsy cardboard box gingerly. Kane flashed him an absent grin, balancing on his toes.

"Give me a moment, Ser'. Almost...got it...There!" he grinned as he hung the ornate carousel on one of the upper branches, stepping back with his hands on his hips. His heterochromatic eyes roved over the tree; he reached into Seren's box and pulled out a tissue-paper bundle. Unwrapping it, he answered.

"We, love, are doing what is commonly known as 'trimming the tree'," he commented, gently extracting a green ornament. Fetching a hook, he placed the spindle with great deliberation on the tree.

Seren blinked golden eyes, frowning slightly.

"Trimming the tree? Sounds like a euphemism to me..." Kane jerked, nearly hitting the tree.

"What?! Well, I guess if you think about it..." He shifted, clearly feeling uncomfortable. Seren chuckled softly.

"Don't worry about it," he said, handing Kane a beaded feather; Kane squinted an eye at the tree and delicately placed the ornament near a star.

"Almost done! Just one more thing..." Reaching into the box, Kane pulled out a beautiful angel. "C'mere..." he scooped an arm around Seren's waist, pulling him close. "You want to put the angel on?"

Seren looked from Kane to the top of the tree. "I'm too short."

Kane laughed, handing Seren the porcelain angel and hoisting him up. Seren squeaked, but gently placed the top of the tree in the base of the angel. Gently, Kane lowered him back down, wrapping his arms around his lover and held him close. Quiet now, they looked at the tree, watching the little white lights glint off the many old and fragile ornaments.

"I love you, Seren." Kane's voice was a bare murmur in his ear; Seren smiled and turned around, pulling his lover down for a kiss.

"I love you, too, Kane." Smirking slightly, he roved his lips over Kane's ear. "Now...how about we try the other type of trimming the tree?"

Kane gasped quietly, pulling Seren closer. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: you are a bad man, Ser." Seren laughed, kissing Kane again.

"Well?" He was quickly lowered to the floor, Kane's hands pulling at his clothes.

"Yeah, that sounds nice and festive. Afterwards, we're having eggnog," Kane babbled, pulling out a tube from his pants before hastily shucking them. Seren frowned slightly, removing his own shirt.

"Eggnog?" Kane blinked.

"What? No, later. Now is the time for sex, seeing as you put the idea in my head," he complained, grinning as he bent down to suck on Seren's pale neck. Seren gasped, fingers tangling in Kane's dirty-blonde hair.

"...Not that that takes much..." he muttered, groaning as Kane's mouth moved downwards, stopping to toy with his nipples. Something prodded against his entrance; Kane slid a finger in as he sucked hard on the pale nub in his mouth. Seren moaned, biting on a knuckle.

"Kane..." Kane released the nipple in his mouth, moved downwards. Sliding another finger in, he took Seren deep into his throat. Seren's breath caught, hips bucking slightly as he sighed out a moan. Gently, Kane sucked on his lover's length, sliding his fingers in and out. They brushed up against a gland; Seren's eyes flew open.

"Kane. Kane." Hands tugged impatiently in his hair; Kane allowed himself to be pulled up to Seren's mouth for a deep, desperate kiss. He slid his fingers out, positioned himself; Seren's thin legs wrapped around his waist. Sliding slowly in, he kept his eyes locked on Seren's face, watching for any pain. The legs around his waist tightened; his hips snapped forward, driving him in deep. He groaned.

"Ser..." His eyes opened to narrow slits; he gently stroked Seren's flushed cheeks, fingers tangling with the feathers and beads tied at one platinum temple. "Why'd--"

"I'm...not...going to... break," Seren murmured, voice coming in quick pants. He turned his face to the side, drawing Kane's thumb into his mouth and sucking. Kane smiled, bending down to kiss Seren's head.

"I know, but I just don't want to hurt you." He braced himself, pulling partially out then slid back in. Seren moaned, legs tightening convulsively. Again. Slowly, steadily, they brought each other to orgasm, the tree glowing in the background.

"Here..." Kane handed Seren an ornate goblet before curling up behind him, watching the fire. Seren stared at the off-white drink, sniffing it slightly.

"What is it?" he asked, shifting slightly. Kane pulled him onto his lap, kissing a temple.

"It's eggnog. Made with milk, eggs, sugar, and brandy. It's good." He wrapped a hand around Seren's small one, bringing the glass up to his own lips for a drink. As soon as the metal left his lips Seren moved, pressing his mouth against Kane's, stealing some of the drink. He pulled back, lips pressed together, thinking.

"...I like it," he decided finally, drinking from the glass. Kane, blushing, laughed.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to understand you," he said lovingly, pulling Seren close. Seren smirked, snuggling into the embrace.

"Good. A little uncertainty is good for you." Passing the goblet back and forth, they watched the fire, relaxing with each other.

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AN: Gyuh. Hope this is good, Tevy: I suck. ;.;
Seren and Kane belong to the amazing Tevy.
Merry xmas--I need to get dressed.

Sets, out!
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