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CHAPTER SIXTEEN 
FINN
“Do we want to all ride together to Orin’s?” I ask. Honestly, I don’t even need a reply since the look on Marcus’s face is all I need to know that this Christmas Eve will absolutely not be filled with Marcus and me riding anywhere with Claude and Alexei.
“Do I want to cram in a car with Alexei, Claude, Artemus, you, and Hela? Absolutely not,” Marcus says because he doesn’t like living life on the edge—the edge of the seat as the rest of the creatures squeeze in with us, that is. “Although… hear me out. I actually thought we’d wait until we see Claude put his bag of clothes into his car, and then we would light it on fire so we don’t have to wear any of them.”
I grin at that because my heart either wants to be secretly evil or an arsonist. “God, that’s mean and highly illegal, but I saw him putting the Christmas gifts in the car earlier today and he promised me he got really good ones that I don’t want burned up just so you don’t have to wear any holiday cheer.”
“Dammit,” Marcus grumbles. “Why’d you invite them?”
I give the ridiculous man a look. “Why did I invite your brother as well as Alexei, who has no family, to our family Christmas? Because they’re family.”
Marcus’s eyes narrow. “Eh.”
“Don’t EH that. Stop being evil. What did you do for Christmas before me?” I ask.
He seems to think about it before he gets a fond look on his face. “One year I told a child that Santa wasn’t real and got to listen to it cry.”
“‘It’? The child doesn’t even get a gender for this horrible story of child abuse?”
Marcus smiles, which really should worry me. “It was old enough to know. It needed to know. I saved it from a life of bullying.”
“You’re savage.”
“Thank you,” he says, of course taking it as a compliment because it’s Marcus. “Yeah, besides that not much, honestly. Pretty boring life. Then you came just fucking busting into it.”
“I’m like a damn wrecking ball.”
“No, no, I wouldn’t give you that much power. Golf ball, maybe… ping pong ball.”
“Sometimes I’m not quite sure if you think you’re funny or you’re just evil,” I say as I whip out the bag I’d brought home the other day.
“What’s in that?” Marcus asks.
“Don’t you worry. You trot on into the bedroom to grab our bags, and I’ll handle this. Hey, Artie… Hela?”
Marcus laughs as he glances at the two dogs that are running to me. “Hey, dogs… that’s the voice a human makes when you should run in fear,” Marcus warns but they love me too much to do such a thing. They both come galloping up to me, thrilled to please me. I start stuffing Artie into a brown jacket with bells; it’s a bit too small since finding something in his size was nearly impossible, but he looks dashing nonetheless. Then I plop the reindeer antlers on him, and he sits there and stares at me like he also thinks I’m not even the slightest bit hilarious.
He’s clearly Marcus’s dog and shares Marcus’s holiday spirit. Then I tackle Hela, putting her in a Santa outfit. The moment she’s set free she’s rearing and jumping, trying to get the hat off as it jingles all the way. When she realizes that she can’t get her own off she leaps up and latches on to Artie’s shirt and tries to help him disrobe by hanging off him as he continues to stare at me like I’ve asked him if he wanted to sleep outside from now on. Hela continues hanging off him like some kind of doggie ornament as he stares at me.
Marcus comes out and shakes his head as Artie rushes over to him, dragging Hela the whole way. Clearly, he thinks Marcus will help. “You poor thing. I’m so sorry that this is happening to you. I wish I could save you from this abuse.”
“It’s not abuse, it’s cuteness,” I say as I usher “Santa” and her “reindeer” out to the car. Artie knocks his antlers off on the roof of the car, so I take them and Hela’s hat off so that they’re not chewed in half by the time we arrive.
We’re the first ones there so we head inside, laden down with gifts, to where Orin is waiting. “Oh, it’s you two.”
“What the hell’s that mean and why’d you sound disappointed?” I ask in disbelief. “I was one of your favorites once upon a time, wasn’t I?”
Orin grins at me. “Yeah, but you should see the clothes Claude is bringing for our caroling.”
“What. The. Fuck?” Marcus says as he shifts his eyes onto me. “Caroling? You didn’t tell me we were caroling.”
“There was a reason,” I say as I grin mischievously.
Marcus waves to himself. “Does this face look like it carols?”
“Everybody carols,” Orin says as the door behind us opens and Claude and Alexei walk in.
Marcus seems eager to have Alexei here since he clearly hopes Alexei will share his pain. “Alexei, guess what we are doing… oh my god, what are you wearing?” Marcus jerks back in shock in a way that even I think is quite dramatic. Alexei is full-on decked out in gold and red, looking like Claude’s very own Christmas present. The button-up is a blinding gold topped with a red vest that has embroidered bulbs of various colors across the chest pocket. His pants are as red as the vest, and even though I’ve rarely seen color touch Alexei—besides in the form of Claude—I’m shocked at how good he looks in it.
“Dear god, you got even more handsome,” I say in surprise.
Claude lets out a noise of glee. “Didn’t he, though? He didn’t even fight me… too much.”
Alexei must have it bad after the stress he went through when Claude got hurt to willingly allow Claude to put him in this. And to willingly step out the door with Claude who looks like a Christmas present in his suit. It’s striped with rows of Christmas trees and presents and reindeer. He has some kind of faux fur-lined velvet cloak that just sets it off. His shoes light up with every step he takes, almost as bright as the beaming smile he’s wearing as he looks at me and then Marcus.
“Alexei, you actually made it out quite unscathed,” I realize.
Alexei looks quite pleased by this. “After seeing the outfits you two have to wear, I put this on with a smile on my face.”
Marcus coughs just then. “I…” Some more coughing. “Think I have… come down with a rare illness. Excuse me.”
I grab Marcus’s arm. “Claude nearly died for me.”
His shoulders sink and his entire attitude deflates. “Fucking hell, man. Hand it here. Let’s get this over with.”
Claude is all smiles as he passes Marcus a bag and then one to me. “You two are the best. I should get hurt more often!”
“Please don’t,” I say, unsure why I even have to say this.
“I’ll kick your ass if you get hurt again,” Marcus growls before storming off while cursing his bag to the depths of hell.
Alexei is smiling. Fucking beaming. He’s as excited as Claude, but in a whole different way. The only thing I can think to call it is evil excitement.
“Jesus Christ!” Marcus yells from somewhere deeper in the house, and I realize I’m just as excited.
“I can’t change until he comes back. What if I miss it?” I ask as I set my bag down to wait with bated breath.
So there we all are, eagerly sitting on the couch as Marcus takes far too long to return.
“Do you think he ran?” Alexei asks.
“Motherfucker,” Marcus barks from deeper in the house.
“Well, he’s at least still alive,” Orin says.
“It’s really not that difficult.” Claude eventually heads back to help him as more cursing ensues, and I hold my camera at the ready. It’s already gone to sleep multiple times, but I’m afraid to miss a single moment of this.
“Marcus, I didn’t even go too wild. I picked a suit and made sure it wasn’t too flashy,” Claude says as he comes back out. The grin on Claude’s face tells me that everything he’s saying is a lie. That Claude is evil beneath that warm and bubbly exterior and I’m about to love every minute of this.
Marcus lets out a noise of pure fury as he walks onto the scene looking like he’d rather be in a horror movie playing the role of the killer, if the knife in his hand is anything to go by. I have absolutely no idea if the knife is part of the costume or if he grabbed it on the way back to us, but what stands out more than anything on his green suit with a Christmas ornament pattern are the springs of wire poking off it as tiny 3D Christmas trees, bulbs, and candy canes bob and bounce with each step. The shoulders are big poufs like fluffy fur shoulder pads, just proving how magical this outfit truly is.
And then as Marcus savagely hacks a Christmas tree off and chucks it at Claude, I realize what the knife is for.
Claude gasps in horror as he rushes forward in an attempt to save the outfit. “NO!” he yells like he’s disciplining a child. Then he uses the wire to twist the little tree back up—that now sags—and removes the knife from Marcus’s grasp. “Do not play with your clothes. They are works of art. Do you understand?”
It’s clear Marcus doesn’t understand while I fight back laughter and Alexei just watches in glee. “Finn, why do I love the misery of others so much?” Alexei asks.
“I don’t know. I do too!”
Claude turns around and Marcus jerks a candy cane off and throws it to the ground in a mini temper tantrum before stomping it. It must be made of foam because it immediately springs back to life, which seems to piss Marcus off even more.
“I think you all look lovely!” Orin says, and the look Marcus gives him is surely filled with thoughts of the knife Claude took away.
“Finn, it’s your turn. I think yours might even be the best!” Claude says, which should concern me greatly.
“There’s nothing better than that,” I say as I poke Marcus’s candy cane that bobs up and down as he stands as still as a tree. “You got a pretty nice candy cane there, big boy.”
He just grunts like my sexy talk wasn’t spicy enough. I turn to reach for my bag, but Alexei grabs it for me before handing it over. Taking it, I walk into the bathroom as Orin goes to get dressed in his outfit. I open the bag and pull out some weird-looking bodysuit and suddenly have flashbacks to the last bodysuit Claude crammed me in. Why does everyone else get suits and I get bodysuits? I grudgingly pull it on, knowing that I can’t resist when even Marcus gave in… until I pull the hat out, that is.
“Dammit, Claude! I thought you loved me,” I growl.
Claude must have been waiting near the door because he goes, “But I do! I love your outfit the most!”
I grab the stupid hat with its stupid ears and storm out. “A fucking elf? I am not that short.”
Alexei busts out laughing harder than I’ve ever heard him laugh as Marcus forgets all about his past trauma to join in.
“A fucking elf, Claude? Really? I loved you!” I make sure it sounds like I’m absolutely devastated.
Claude, on the other hand, gasps as he rushes over. “Who did this? Who put you in this disgusting cheap thing? This is not your outfit.” He grabs me, hugging me to him as he looks over at the two men who seem to be having some manly giggle fest over my trauma. “Look at their guilty faces. They did this. Alexei, how dare you betray me like this?”
“It was Marcus’s idea!”
Marcus has clearly been healed from his past clothing trauma. “Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus, you handed it to him.”
“Claude, I think we should run away from these cruel people together,” I say as Claude hurries off and returns with another bag. When I look in and see the shimmer, I realize that maybe elves aren’t that bad. “I kind of like the elf costume.”
Claude gives me a look of pure heartbreak that makes me sigh and trudge back before stripping and pulling the red velvet pants on. When I pull the black and red velvet jacket on over the shimmery top and look in the mirror, I realize that I look damn fine.
I think I even have a bit of a swagger as I walk out—as much as my stupid leg will let me; at least it doesn’t hurt as much as it did.
“Why the hell do Finn and Orin look good?” Marcus asks. “Finn looks ridiculously sexy and I just look ridiculous.”
“You all look good!” Claude says like he’s confused how we could think otherwise.
“Aria’s going to meet us; you lot ready?” Orin asks, honestly looking quite good as well. As Marcus curses gods I’ve never even heard of, Claude hangs back with me.
“You’re welcome,” Claude says.
I grin at him. “For Marcus’s or mine? Because they’re both perfect.”
Claude beams. “Look at him walk. I was up all night making them bounce just right.”
Marcus is trying his best to make them not move as we head out to the car and angrily rips one off every now and then. I get in the back with Marcus and Alexei as Claude gets in the front with Orin.
“I am only allowing this because of what happened to you,” Marcus insists.
“You soooo sexy,” I tease as I flick a bulb.
Marcus growls, no longer capable of speech.
“Should we practice singing on the way?” Orin asks.
“Absolutely not,” Marcus demands but Orin and Claude immediately join in with the Christmas song that’s playing on the radio as Marcus sulks in the back seat. When we get to the nursing home, I have to drag Marcus out of the vehicle…
And that’s the moment it happens.
His suit bursts into light, little bulbs glowing beneath the fabric just enough that it lights Marcus right up.
“No,” Marcus says as he starts patting himself down for the battery pack while something Claude does on his phone makes the lights start flickering. “Claude, forget everything I’ve ever said, I will murder you.”
“No! You can’t!” Claude says, and suddenly Marcus is chasing Claude across the parking lot like children instead of grown men… like old grown men. “Finn, please. Finn! Save me!”
“Marcus! You’re the light of my life!” I shout as he zooms past.
“I don’t think he heard you,” Alexei says.
“Hey, Marcus! You light up my world. You make everything brighter!”
“Dammit, Finn, this isn’t funny,” Marcus growls as Claude zips behind me to hide.
“Aw, Marcus, you’ve finally lightened up,” I say.
“Finn.”
“You’re so bright, love.”
Marcus is just staring at me now as I try my best to hide my grin.
And as we head into the retirement home where Aria is waiting, Marcus has some serious dark vibes going on. He is not pleased but he also can’t murder Claude after what he did for me.
“Oh my god, Marcus, your suit is lit,” Aria says with a grin.
“You two are clearly related,” he grumbles.
“What are you talking about, Marcus? You’re such a de-light,” I say.
The aura that Marcus is letting off as we enter the common area is enough to bring anyone’s mood down. No one seems particularly happy to see us as he tosses out his anger aura.
“Stop! You can’t torture old people. Their bladders and hearts are weaker,” I say.
He grudgingly stops as Orin tells the group that we’re going to sing a few songs for them. Claude is all into this, bursting with excitement as Orin and Aria kick it off—thankfully, all three have very good voices. Mine is less than desirable, so I keep it quiet, Marcus stares at the back of Claude’s head like he’d be interested in seeing how it looks no longer attached to his body, and Alexei is over there muttering something like he doesn’t know the words to the song or maybe he’s in the process of summoning a demon from hell to save him from the Christmas cheer.
“Claude is usually naked when he sings,” Alexei says quietly when that song ends.
“Naked?” an elderly woman who has to have impeccable hearing or fancy hearing aids says. “I’m getting ripped off. Take your clothes off. Why don’t we ever get strippers like those other places?”
“I think those are called booty bars, Wanda,” a man says.
“I don’t give a shit what they’re called. Strippers all around. All of you strip,” she decides.
“Me too?” Aria asks.
“Does it look like I’m too picky? Look at what I’m surrounded by,” she says.
A woman who works here comes rushing over. “I’m sorry. Wanda, please stop telling people to strip when they sing for us.”
Wanda growls, clearly dissatisfied.
“Nah, nah. I like this lady,” Marcus says as he starts taking his shirt off, thrilled for an opportunity to remove it.
“SIR! No, please put your shirt back on!” the poor woman says.
“Will I get kicked out if I take it off?” Marcus seems hopeful.
“Bethany, this is why you can’t get laid!” Wanda says. “There’s a perfectly beautiful specimen right there preparing to disrobe for you.”
“I was not doing it for her,” Marcus says. “I was doing it for you.”
“Oh damn,” Wanda says as she takes her cane and pokes him right in the dick with it. “Oh yes, please.”
“Wanda! You cannot sexually assault the carolers!”
“So many damn rules,” Wanda grumbles.
Marcus shifts his eyes over to me. “I’m sorry I cheated on you in an attempt to get out of this outfit.”
I start laughing. “I will forgive you.”
He grins at me, claps his hands, and goes, “I guess I better excuse myself.”
“Not going to happen,” I say as I hold him still, which somehow works.
Marcus continues to stand there silently for another four songs before Orin finally lets us go. Marcus is damn near ecstatic as we swing by and pick up Chinese food for Aria and me before driving back to Orin’s house where we eat. Since we plan to open presents in the morning, we spend the rest of the night playing board games. For Marcus, hurrying upstairs to change into his sweatpants seems to be his favorite part of the whole day.
As we walk over to the bathroom, I poke another bulb that bounces. “I’m going to miss this suit.”
“Then you can have it,” he decides. “Forever. All yours.”
“Aw, how sweet of you, but no, that’s okay. I expect you to wear it next year unless Claude makes you a new one. Then you can wear it on Christmas.”
He yanks it off and tosses it on my head. “You love to watch me suffer.”
“When you’re the light of my life, I never suffer,” I tease.
He grumbles something at me before putting sweats and a T-shirt on. When we exit the bathroom, he takes a left toward my childhood room that we usually stay in before I grab his wrist.
“What?”
“We sleep together on Christmas Eve,” I say.
He looks confused. “Yeah… I was heading to our bed.”
“No, no, no. Like… together. As one big family.”
Marcus pretends he can’t hear as he turns and heads toward my room until I grab his hand and drag him down the hall. Literally drag. “When we were kids and Orin first got us, we all slept in his bed for Christmas Eve. It’s been a few years since we’ve done it, but Orin mentioned it and it sounds like fun.” Aka, I want to watch Marcus be tortured.
“Humans and their weird traditions.”
“You say that, but I was the only human in the group, and it definitely wasn’t my idea,” I say as I head into Orin’s bedroom. At some point he seems to have moved all of the mattresses in the house onto the floor of his gigantic bedroom. Only a vampire hauls mattresses up and down multiple flights of stairs just for a night of snuggling with adult men who aren’t actually related to him.
“Marcus, I want to sleep next to you,” Claude declares. He’s the only one still in Christmas cheer with his Christmas-themed pajamas.
“Marcus, if we lit the house on fire now, we could be in our own beds by one,” Alexei whispers.
“You get the kerosene, I’ll get the lighter,” Marcus says.
I grab both of their hands. “You’re not burning the house down.” Absolutely no idea why I had to mention this.
“Marcus, if you fake an accident, we could run,” Alexei suggests.
“Oh no, Alexei is dying, excuse us,” he says, and I watch the two of them disappear from the room.
I leave them to their grand escape as Claude flops down next to Orin.
“Orin, you’re so delightful. I wish my papa was like you! Instead, he buried me in the backyard one time. Marcus dug me up, so it’s okay.”
Orin’s a bit unsure about that one.
“It’s okay. I bit him.”
“That’s… not okay,” Orin says as he hugs Claude.
“You’re my father now,” Claude whispers, even though he’s older than Orin.
I join the rest of them and burrow under the covers while wondering at what point Marcus and Alexei are going to cave and return.
“The first time we did this, I hadn’t had you two for very long, had I?” Orin asks. “My wife was with me at the time, wasn’t she?”
“She was,” I say. “Remember she got me a broadsword and I thought it was so cool until you savagely took it away.”
“You stabbed your sister with it.”
“She ran into it. It wasn’t my fault she was running straight at me to show me a doll,” I say with a grin. “It was like a papercut, and she screamed like I’d chopped her head off.”
“I was minorly dramatic as a child,” Aria says.
The door opens and Marcus slowly slinks in with Alexei. Clearly, they were sad no one came running to coerce them back in and were forced to return themselves.
Artie has taken up the room left over for them by spreading out as far as possible while Hela fluffs the blankets, but Marcus forces him to scoot over which he does with a loud sigh.
Orin looks over at us. “I didn’t know what it’d be like to have two kids, but as soon as I had the two of you, I had absolutely no idea why I’d never had them before. You two were both so damn cute and sweet.”
“What happened to them, then?” Alexei asks, making Orin laugh.
“You’re so funny!”
“I just want to know how tiny Finn was when you met him,” Marcus says.
“Smaller than now, if you can fathom it.”
“I think all of you suck and I’m going to kick you both back out of the room.” I glance over at Alexei. “What about you, Alexei? You don’t talk much about your childhood.”
“Umm… I mean… besides the whole vampire hunter part?”
“Yes, before that,” I say.
Alexei’s quiet for a moment. “I had a good childhood. My dad wasn’t always home much, caught up in the war, but when he came home, it was bigger than any holiday. We’d celebrate as a family… it was nice. Did all of you celebrate Christmas?” he asks.
“I don’t think I even really celebrated Christmas before the two kids,” Orin says.
I think about it before shaking my head. “Our mom didn’t do much, though Aria and I would have our own Christmas celebration. But it was nothing like how Orin made it. The first year he tried to make up for all our previous ones, and it was a bit… overkill.”
Aria laughs. “I remember that Santa that came! I was so scared!”
I grin at the thought. “You screamed.”
Orin laughs at the memory. “I was horribly confused because I thought all children loved Santa! And then suddenly this small child I was supposed to care for was losing her mind. She was screaming as she tried to climb me.”
“She didn’t have much of a mind to lose, which was why she was so afraid,” I say.
“Ha. Ha. The Santa was horrifying,” Aria declares. “Something out of my worst nightmare. Orin decided to get the cheapest one he could find even though he’s clearly not hurting for money.”
Orin shrugs. “He did show up drunk, which was mildly concerning.”
“Mildly,” I mutter.
“I better get a Santa coming down my chimney or I’m going to be disappointed now,” Claude says.
“I think that’s something you’re supposed to do alone with Alexei,” I tease.
“I will murder you, child,” Alexei growls.
“Oh, not that kind, sorry,” I say.
“So is this the point where we all snuggle?” Claude asks.
“Alexei and I will cuddle way over here, you guys have fun,” Marcus says as the two of them scoot farther from me in case Claude makes them “snuggle.” That is until I hear Alexei fall off the mattress.
“This is so fucking weird,” Alexei mutters. “Which explains why Claude loves it.”
“Alexei! It’s so fun! How could you possibly find it weird?” Claude says, sounding delighted. “Orin is spooning me!”
“Dear god, no,” I cry.
“It’s him or my daughter, Finn. I had to choose,” Orin says.
“If anyone wants me, I’ll be on the roof,” Marcus decides.
“No,” I say as I latch on to Marcus. “You can’t leave me here as Orin and Claude spoon.”
“Who am I supposed to spoon?” Aria asks.
“Alexei’s trying to bellycrawl toward the door, you could grab him,” I suggest.
I have absolutely no idea how we’re supposed to sleep like this, but I’m amused, to say the least, and absolutely love that some of the greatest vampires I’ve ever met are all stuck on the floor of my father’s bedroom. “Only thing better would be if Aria’s boyfriend was here,” I add.
“Oh dear god, no, this… Finn, this is something you have to break someone into very slowly. Any sane man would see this and be crazy to not leave,” Aria says, which I believe is pretty fair as I hear Claude go, “What’s jabbing me in the back?”
This is going to be a long night.
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 
MARCUS
Around three on Christmas Day, we head back home to spend the evening with just the two of us. Tomorrow, we’ll be back at work struggling to figure out what else life has in store for us, but for now, we get a bit of time together.
“Claude might be the oddest and nicest man I know, but he still sure knows how to buy gifts,” Finn says as he lifts the bag.
“I think being with Alexei made him realize that not everything needs to sparkle because I bet your ass a few years ago, that would have been covered in glitter and gaudy colors,” I say. “I’m going to go burn the clothes Claude made me.”
“Burn the ones you bought me too, please,” Finn says, making me think back on the elf outfit that I can’t fathom him not loving. It was like it was meant for him.
“But—”
His eyes shift onto mine. “Burn it,” he says with so much conviction in his voice that I have to laugh as I head to the bedroom.
Instead of burning any of the outfits, I chuck them into the deepest, darkest corner in the closet, hoping to never stumble across them again. Claude would probably die inside knowing that they are getting wrinkled as hell and that gives me some minor satisfaction over the whole thing. He tortures me, I shall torture him.
I hear Finn walking in, so I turn to say something to him before immediately forgetting everything I’d ever thought about saying in my life as he stands in the doorway wearing a sexy Santa outfit.
“Santa’s here to come down your chimney,” he says.
“Holy hell. I guess I should have put mistletoe up,” I say as Finn seductively leans against the doorframe. He’s sexy without even trying, but the forced pose makes me grin a little too hard.
“Hey! I’m trying to be sexy here, don’t grin at me! Smolder!”
“Oh, right, sorry. Hey, Santa, how about I’ll be your reindeer and you can ride me to the North Pole?” I ask.
Finn now looks confused. “I’m pretty sure Santa cannot ride his reindeer. Have you seen how damn small reindeer are?”
“I have. I ate one once,” I say.
He stills and cocks his head. “You ate a fucking reindeer?”
“Yeah? I was hungry and it was just standing there looking stupid.”
Finn’s still staring at me. “A reindeer? You literally walked up to a cute reindeer and ate it?”
I see no problem with this. “Yeah? It even tasted like Christmas cheer.”
The look Finn is giving me now tells me he wants to be amused but can’t allow himself to. “Let’s rewind to before your confession of reindeer slaughter.”
“Okay, okay. Back to riding reindeer. So a normal Santa couldn’t, but Santa Finn could,” I say, then give him a wink, but now he’s just glaring at me.
“I would like to have you know that I weigh as much as an average man my age.”
Just because his prostheses weigh more than a flesh and blood arm and leg. “You sure do, Santa.”
He slams a tall plastic candy cane that I hadn’t even noticed he’d been carrying down on the ground. It looks like some kind of lawn ornament or something that he twirls as he walks over to me and hooks me around the back of the neck with the end of it.
“Are you sassing me, Rudolf?”
“Oh no… this is turning a bit weird if Rudolf’s the one doing you… although weirder if someone told me Santa was doing Rud—”
Finn clamps a hand over my mouth. “Sexy talk.”
“Right. Umm… my, what a long cane you have there.” That’s sexy, right?
“Thank you,” he says as he holds the plastic candy cane in front of his groin and jabs me with the tip of it. “Is it long and hard enough for you?”
He wants normal sexy talk then starts jabbing me with his cane and spouting shit like this while expecting me to be good? Seriously?
“So hard,” I say as I run my hand over it. “I wanna suck on your cane…” What is this? What is happening?
“I heard you’ve been a naughty, naughty man. But Santa’s got a present in his sac just for you.”
Dear god. What have I done? I’m trying my hardest not to laugh as Finn flips the cane around and slips it between my legs, hooking my ass with it as he urges me forward. “Who’s been a ho-ho-ho this year?”
“I have?” I’m a little uncertain of my role at this point.
“I’m gonna make that nose of yours light right up,” he says, trying to sound sexy. Honestly, what’s impressive more than anything is that he’s keeping a straight face.
“What’s that even mean?” I ask.
“Naughty boys should be on their knees.”
“I can’t. Your cane is up my ass.”
“Oh, right…” He pulls it forward, but it’s caught on my pants so there’s some kind of weird finagling before he manages to break free.
Clearly, I’m not on my knees fast enough because he thwacks my ass with the cane.
“Santa’s got a sac full of presents for you,” Finn declares.
“Oh yeah?” I ask as I reach for the red pants but clearly, that’s not what he wants because he jabs me with the candy cane.
“Did I say you could touch?”
“No, but you sure implied it,” I say.
He uses the cane to tip my chin up. “Look at that pretty face of yours. I bet it’ll look even better with a candy cane in your mouth.”
“Now I’m unsure if I’m supposed to blow the candy cane or you,” I admit. “Um…” I lick the plastic a little. “You have some bells I could suck as well, Santa.”
“Santa wants you to put on the elf costume you forced me into,” Santa Finn says.
“It wouldn’t fit me.”
“Tough shit, put it on.” And then he smacks my ass again. I start to get up, but he shakes his head. “On your knees.”
“My god, Kinky Claus is evil.”
“You bet your ass he is,” Finn says as I reach the closet and pull out the outfit. The issue is I got it from the women’s section and as I strip while being scrutinized by Santa, I realize that this outfit isn’t going on without a bit of tearing.
Finn doesn’t care, he wants the abomination sent off to hell as I’m squeezed into the outfit which seems to give him far too much glee. He’s not even satisfied with the skintight atrocity, he insists on the hat as well. Only then is Santa pleased.
“Much better,” he says as he hooks me with his cane again and pulls me in close, still on my knees as Santa wishes.
“How wonderful,” I say as I yank his red pants down just enough to unveil his cock.
“You ready for my Yule log?” he asks.
My eyes shoot up to Finn’s and he starts laughing so hard he can’t even stand in front of me. “Your Yule log, eh?”
“Holy hell no, do not ever repeat that. I’ve gone too far, Marcus.”
“This was your point of no return?” I tease. “Yule log?”
“Santa regrets everything.”
I grin as I reach out and grab him. “Santa really is the naughty one,” I say as I scoop him up and toss him onto the bed. I kiss each button on the way down before glancing up at him. “Is your Yule log ready?”
“No! Stop! I’m dying inside, Marcus. Just take my ass! I give in! I’m raising the white flag!” he says as he rolls onto his stomach like he thinks presenting his ass to me will make me forget everything else that’s happened. I kiss his ass instead before flipping him over.
“The Yule log is jealous,” I assure him.
Finn is laughing and squirming far too much now, making the act of getting his dick anywhere near my mouth a difficult job.
“You’re going to choke me with your Yule log if you don’t settle down,” I say.
“Marcus, you’re brutal! Stop! I beg of you!”
“You’re the one who said it!”
“And I deeply regret it. I want to go back to you eating the reindeer. Even that was better than this.”
I shake my head as I yank his pants the rest of the way off and toss them. “Yule log, here I come.”
“Stop!” he says as he flips onto his side and squirms away. “I can’t do it. I can’t. You’ve horrified me to the point of no return.”
“How was this your breaking point?” I ask.
“I don’t know!”
I slide my hand up his bare leg, letting my fingers brush over his cock. That at least slows his tortured crawl away a bit. “Oh man, this Yule log is on fire.”
“No, you will not give me an erection while talking about Yule logs, Marcus. Don’t do it.”
I stroke him again as I prove that I can indeed make him hard on the talk of logs. As I rub my fingers over him, I kiss his lips before tearing open his buttoned Santa jacket. “Now where’s my sac of toys, Kinky Claus?”
“It never arrived after you ate the reindeer pulling the sleigh.”
“How devastating,” I say before kissing him again.
Finn is no longer trying to run as his hands reach down to my hips. “These pants are tight. You got a nice ass.” He gives my ass a smack before pulling the pants down enough to reach in for my cock. He grabs some lube as he pushes me back, climbs onto my legs and presses his lips against mine.
I’m ninety percent sure it’s so I can’t brutally tease him about his sexy talk anymore, but Finn’s lips are masters at drawing me in. He nips my lip, pulling on it, and I feel like whenever he gets a bit nippy, he’s busy thinking about the pleasure of me biting him. His hard cock brushes against mine as he shifts his weight before rocking his hips forward, wanting more.
I want to give him everything he wants because the pleasure on his face is enough to make me cave, enough to send pleasure running through me as his hand moves over my cock. But I’ll wait until he’s close before doing anything; instead, I kiss his throat, nipping and sucking the skin as he moans.
He rocks into me, one hand moving over me, the other clenching hard onto my back, fingers digging deeper the closer he gets to coming.
But I wait until he’s nearly there. Until his moans are soft in my ear. He tips his head back as my lips brush over his soft skin and I let my tongue run over it before I sink my fangs into his neck. There’s no sign at all that it hurts; instead, it’s like he melts into me.
His hand slows on my cock, lost in the pleasure of it all as I push our cocks together and stroke him harder. His moans encourage me as absolute bliss seems to consume him while he comes.
I suck the skin on his neck, licking away the droplets of blood as I stroke myself while Finn turns to putty in my hands. Pleasure builds up until I can’t take any more, and I come as Finn seems to return to reality.
His grip on my back tightens as he kisses me, giving me slow, tantalizing brushes of his lips as his fingers trail up and down my back.
“Did you enjoy your Yule log being played with?” I ask.
“Oh, dear god,” Finn mutters as he gives me a look. “You’re not sexy.”
“I’m plenty sexy.”
“Dammit, you’re the literal worst, I’ve decided.” Finn flops down on the bed, so I lie down next to him with a huge grin on my face, honestly quite pleased with myself. It’s not often I can one-up Finn on one of his jokes.
“Merry Christmas, Marcus.”
I lean in and kiss him tenderly. “Merry Christmas, Finn.”
Finn tucks himself into me and kisses me again, reminding me how wonderful he’s made me feel. I never fathomed I’d find happiness like this.