My birthday is 9 days away from Christmas. Many people think that it's a great thing and I'm so lucky to be born so close, but it sucks. It sucks badly. No one ever remembers it, because of Christmas, and I always miss out on birthday presents. They're always Christmas presents. Not fair! It's still my birthday! Everyone else gets birthday presents, why am I cheated out on it?
When I found out Creed's birthday was ON Christmas, I couldn't even imagine how much that must suck. Especially for someone who loves attention as much as Creed does. The only people that really get how much it sucks to be born so close to Christmas are those who actually are. So I decided to write this chapter in dedication to our beloved Creed, so he can portray the feelings for all us Christmas babies! (As well as get a little happy ending of his own xD He deserves it too!) So, yeah, this chapter shows a bit of my rage towards this subject.
Disclaimer: I do not own Creed or Train from Black Cat
Birthday Blues
I swear, if one more person says "Merry Christmas" to me, I will decapitate them…
Creed wrapped his thick coat tighter around himself, shivering as he browsed through every store he passed by, searching for the perfect gift. It was Christmas day, and he still hadn't found anything. For anyone who knew Creed, it was obvious who he was shopping for. It would be a lot easier if there was something worthy of being owned by Train…
Most people spent this much time looking for gifts for their entire family, Creed spent months looking for just one person. If it wasn't his beloved partner he was shopping for, he would have been done hours ago. Then again, if Train wasn't in his life, he wouldn't be shopping for anyone anyway. The amount of time didn't matter, when concerning Train.
As he walked further down the street, he accidentally made eye contact with a blonde girl, who appeared to only be a few years younger than him. She smiled merrily at Creed and waved in a friendly manner.
"Merry Christ—"
Creed cut her sentence short with a deadly glare. The girl's happy disposition quickly changed into a harsh fear as her face paled and she ran across the street. Creed couldn't help but smile at the reaction. It was a good thing he didn't have Kotetsu with him. He was never very happy on Christmas, and that girl was just asking to have her arm chopped off…
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas! What's so damn special about this stupid holiday?!
The swordsman clenched his fist, continuing his journey down the busy street. Every year it was the same thing: mothers would explain to their kids how they would be put on some fictional, fat man's naughty list if they weren't good, pine trees were cut down and decorated, bright lights would pollute the streets and strangers would wish him a Merry Christmas…
Actually, none of that really bothered him. What bothered him, was that everyone completely ignored what else today was. Of all days to be born, why did it have to be this day?
Christmas, ironically enough, was Creed Diskenth's birthday, and for someone who enjoys attention as much as Creed… it was frustrating. Every time someone mentioned Christmas to him—completely disregarding his birthday—his blood would boil, and he would have to resist the urge to kill them. The latter part only happened about twenty five percent of the time.
People always told him he was lucky to be born on the "most wonderful time of the year". Creed scoffed at that idea. It was the complete opposite. No one ever gave him Christmas presents, but even if they did, it was purely a Christmas present. Not a care for his birthday.
Everyone was so wrapped up in the "Christmas Spirit," that they never gave any consideration to his birthday. Nothing in their empty, little heads other than that damn fat man sliding down their stupid chimney. No one understood how much it hurt to be forgotten on your birthday, year after year… (A/N: I do, Creed ;; )
I'm not being selfish, they are! Everyone else in the world gets to have their birthday as a special day meant just for them, what difference does it make that I was born on Christmas? Don't I deserve at least something? It's just not fair…!
Though, it didn't matter too much to Creed if the trash that plagued this planet ignored his birthday. All he really needed was for the only person he ever held close to his heart to pay him some attention, especially on this day…
Train… If he just gave me even one quiet, half hearted Happy Birthday, I wouldn't need another one from anyone for another twenty years…
Creed tried desperately each year to remind Train of his birthday, but it never worked… Train barely seemed to recognize it was Christmas, let alone Creed's birthday. Still, that never stopped the swordsman from giving his beloved Black Cat a present. Last year, he spent nearly two hundred dollars on his gift.
And even after that, Train never gave him anything. The pain of the knowledge that his love didn't know he existed—even when he was right under his nose—was worse than scraping a cheese grader against his body until each skin particle broken apart and sailed into the sky.
After Creed gave Train his present last year, he went home and curled into a little ball, hoping against hope that his beloved would walk through his door and keep him company for the night…
Creed sighed, able to see his breath as he did so. It will never be…
Forcing back tears, since he knew they would just turn into ice the moment they hit the cold air, the pale swordsman stepped into another small shop, the bell above the door ringing as it opened, catching the owner's attention. The man behind the counter appeared to be in his late fifties, thin glasses nestled at the edge of his nose with salt and pepper hair. He smiled brightly at Creed as he entered the store.
"Hello, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"
With only a glance at the man, Creed spoke, "I'm looking for a gift for someone who's very important to me." He kept his explanation short, since he didn't really think there needed to be much of one.
The owner eyed Creed in thought. "Well, what's your relationship to this person? Family? Friend? Spouse? Lover?"
Creed blinked at the question. He wasn't sure how to answer it. Train definitely wasn't family, nor was he a spouse. Even though the mere idea of that lifted Creed's heart to the heavens. As for lover…
The swordsman blushed violently and looked away from the man at the thought. Train wasn't his lover either, but that idea was unquestionably Creed's most desired option.
"Just… a friend…" Creed's voice was soft and regretful as he spoke, looking to the ground sadly.
The old man took a couple minutes to put the pieces together, then smiled comfortingly at the connection. "I understand…" He stepped from behind the counter and towards one end of the store. "Could you tell me some interests she has?
Creed titled his head in confusion. "She? His name is Train."
"H-his?" The man stammered, obviously thrown off by the fact that Creed was shopping for a man. Creed didn't understand why, it didn't bother him at all that Train was man, so why did it matter to anyone else? He loved Train for Train. I wouldn't have him any other way…
The old man cleared his throat, "U-umm… right, okay. Well, what does he like? Clothes, books, knickknacks?"
That was another question Creed couldn't really answer. He knew his Train didn't read, and his clothes were always plain and black. As far as knickknacks were concerned, Creed didn't think Train would even know what they were, let alone care. My Cat isn't a material person. That's why it's always so hard to shop for him.
"He likes food, milk especially. Do you sell any kind of food here?"
"Well, I do sell some foods here. Candy mostly."
Creed watched as the man stepped behind the counter again and entered the room beyond it. He could hear some shuffling coming from the room, along with quiet mumblings from the man. After several minutes, Creed began to lose his patience and tried voicing another idea.
"He owns a gun. Do you have anything like bullets?"
The silver haired man cocked an eyebrow as he heard a loud crash coming from the room where the owner had disappeared to. Peaking through the door behind the counter, he saw a box had fallen to the floor, opened and spilling out smaller boxes. The man's face was white as he gathered up the items that had fallen out of the box, murmuring something that sounded like a prayer.
"I-is that so? Well… umm… I don't sell anything like that here…" His hands were shaking slightly as he picked up a long box that had fallen down. Breathing deeply, he placed the larger box to the side and stepped behind the counter once more.
He was able to collect himself enough to muster a sincere smile. "I don't think you want to get your friend something like bullets for Christmas. You want it to be special, don't you?"
Creed narrowed his eyes slightly. "Of course I do! I want to give him the perfect present." Though that's what I try to do every year, even for his birthday, and it still never seems to be enough…
He felt his lips contort into a frown. Hearing something dropping on the counter before him, Creed looked up to see the old man smile knowingly at him.
"If he likes food, especially milk, I think one of these is the best option."
The owner of the store opened the long box, revealing several animal statues made out of chocolate. Each were in there own personal pose, made of the same type of chocolate: milk chocolate. Creed knew chocolate enough to be able to tell what kind it was by just looking and smelling it.
Creed's eyes scanned the row of creatures and sighed to himself. There was a dog, a bird, a rabbit and even a frog. This is just a waste of my time… Suddenly, he stopped, eyes landing on a practical chocolate statue.
Staring back at him was a tiny, milk chocolate cat made. The kitten was curled in a ball, eyes made of jelly beans whose shade matched his beloved's, watching him with that same intent look Train always got. The whiskers were made of white chocolate, rolled into thin lines and sticking out of the cat's cheeks.
The old man noticed Creed staring and chuckled slightly, "Cute, isn't it? Shall I wrap it up for you?"
Creed agreed that it was cute, and Train would certainly like the milk chocolate, but he still didn't feel like it was good enough for his Cat.
"Do you have anything else?" Creed asked, hopefully.
The man frowned and shook his head. "My store isn't very big, and we've been through everything I have to offer. From what you've told me about him, this is the best choice."
Creed sighed sadly. Maybe I should try one more store… But this was the last store. He had already checked five other towns, and all of them were a bust. After months and months of searching, this was the best he could find.
Sighing again, Creed pulled out his wallet. "All right, I'll take it. How much?"
Hopefully, Train will forgive me for giving him something so small…
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Creed stepped into the apartment building he knew to hold his beloved partner, shaking off the snow before he traveled up the stairs. It was a good thing Train's apartment was so small, he didn't need permission to get inside. Well, even if he did, it wouldn't matter. Creed had found plenty of ways of getting into his Kitten's room, but since it was Christmas, he'd go about it the polite way.
Walking up the stairs, he undid his scarf, just a little. He remembered Train telling him once how the heater broke in his building, so it was almost as cold as it was outside. The amount of people it held combined with the fact that there was no snow inside, made it just a little warmer.
Creed had offered him to stay at his place multiply times, but Train always turned him down. So, the swordsman decided to give his Cat the thickest, softest blanket he could find, along with a little heater, hoping that would be enough to keep the stubborn man warm.
Ireally wish he'd just accept my offer. I can't even imagine how cold it is in the early morning. It probably keeps him up… Creed sighed as he remembered seeing how tried Train was on their last mission. He was also sneezing a lot lately. Though he never got extremely sick, a small sneeze was enough to make Creed worry.
This must be the cause of it… Why does he have to be so stubborn? I actually have a fire place at my apartment, and my couch so pull out. Of course, Creed would let Train take his bed and he'd sleep on the couch. Well, except on the off chance that Train wanted to share a bed with him.
Creed imagined sharing the same bed as his beloved and smiled. He could actually feel the other body pressed against his and sighed dreamily. The pale man closed his eyes and pictured that beautiful face snuggled against his chest. There were other ways Creed could keep Train warm… After all, the mere thought of it kept Creed warm…
He opened his eyes as his feet stopped. Blinking, he realized he was at Train's door. Lost in his day dream, his feet had taken him to his destination without guidance from his mind. It had become a force of habit to walk to Train's room. He didn't even know what the rest of the apartment was like, since this had been the only place he'd ever gone to. Well, this and the roof, but that was only when he didn't find Train anywhere else in his room.
Clutching his partner's present in one hand, he used the other to knock on the door. Again, he was being pretty polite, since a lot of times he'd just walk right in. It always made Train mad though, so Creed thought it was best to knock and not anger the dark haired assassin.
A couple minutes passed with no answer, making Creed frown. He knocked again, louder than before and waited a little longer. Growling, Creed banged on the door and tapped his foot impatiently. Still, there was no answer.
"Oh well," Creed said as he turned the doorknob. "I tried."
Train never locked his door, further proving how he feared no one. Creed always added the wishful thought that it meant Train also trusted him, since he knew the swordsman stopped by all the time. He'd lock it if he thought Creed would do something to his room or steal something, even though he didn't own anything of value, other than Hades. It had to mean something, didn't it? One can dream, right?
He opened the door and stepped inside, shivering and pulling his jacket tighter around himself. This is what Train's been sleeping in? I'm going to have to force him to stay at my place. At least for tonight.
"Train? Are you home?" Creed asked as he scanned the room.
The silver haired man took another step in, hoping to see his beloved somewhere. First, he inspected the bed. It was rather late, so he figured Train might be asleep. And if he is… maybe I can crawl in with him and help keep him warm…
Creed smiled at the thought and approached the blanket bunched on the bed. It was bundled up enough to look like someone was curled underneath it, so Train could very well be asleep. He made sure to be quiet, even though he knew Number XIII was a heavy sleeper. He didn't want to take the chances of having his partner wake up and yell at him. Creed hated when they fought.
Creeping up to the bed, he whispered Train's name lightly. Getting no response, he whispered it again, a little louder. When silence still rained, Creed decided to poke to blankets a little, to see if there was any mass under them. As he saw the indentation of his finger visible within the thick cloth, he frowned and stood straight.
Guess he wasn't there…
He sighed sadly as his fantasy ended. Seeing as Train wasn't in his bed, he decided to check the rest of his apartment. It wasn't very big, so there weren't many places he could hide. Then again, if he really was here, wouldn't he have heard me come in, or even knock?
Creed shrugged the thought off. Now that he was in, it didn't hurt to look.
The next place he checked was the kitchen. He figured Train might have fallen asleep while eating. He'd seen him do that before, and the image was still painted on his brain. It was just so cute.
After seeing Train wasn't there either, he knocked on the bathroom door. Though he didn't hear water running, he thought it was still worth a shot. When there was no answer, he opened the door and peeked inside, half hoping he had interrupted Train during his shower. He frowned when he saw it too was vacant.
As he left the bathroom, he noticed the closet had been shut. Creed walked over to the closed door and opened it. He moved some stuff around, checking each small corner for his beloved. Again, his Cat was no where to be found.
Closing the door behind him as he stepped back into the room, he eyed the bed again. Walking over to it, he set Train's gift on top and checked underneath. Who knows? Maybe Train was playing a game with him. He did like to mess with Creed a lot.
No luck, his golden eyed beauty wasn't there either. He sighed in both annoyance and heartbreak. Where the hell is he?
That's when he remembered the roof. He smacked himself on the head and turned toward the window. How could he forget to check the roof? Train was always there. He should have checked there first!
Undoing the latch, he stepped out onto the small balcony and jumped on the roof. "Train?" Creed called, hugging himself to help warm his chilled body.
His only answer was the wind whistling pass his ears. After scanning the area, he whimpered. If Train wasn't on the roof, then he really wasn't home.
Creed slipped back through the window to Train's room and shut the panes behind himself. He glanced sadly back at the bed where his beloved's gift still sat. How was he supposed to give Train his present if he couldn't find him?
Sighing, he made his way towards the door, down the stairs of the building and out into the cold night towards his own apartment. His walk was a sad, lonely one. He didn't like how he was unable to see his partner tonight, and it hurt that he wouldn't be able to give Train his present in person, but he didn't really have a choice. He'd just have to hope Train would find the gift himself.
The silver haired man growled as he heard another Merry Christmas coming from across the street. It was 10:30 at night, and people were still harping on and on about that damn holiday. And he knew they'd be talking about it for the next several weeks. That's how it went every year.
He finally made it to his apartment, ears practically falling off from the cold as he stepped inside. All he really wanted to do, was run up to his room, curl up on his bed and heal his wounded heart. Every bit of his strength was gone, and his soul was shattered. Not only did he not get to give Train his present, but he missed another opportunity to try to remind his beloved of his birthday. Not that it mattered anyway, since he never seemed to notice.
He was greeted with a comforting warmth as he stepped into his room. He quickly recognized the warmth as that of a fireplace. Frowning in confusion, he took his wet coat and scarf off, hanging it on the coat wrack by the door, and slipped his snow covered boots off.
As he closed the door behind him, he walked over to his living area, hearing the crackle of the fire get louder as he approached. His eyes widen in both shock and confusion when he saw two large pillows placed a safe distance away from the fire and across from one another other. They were big enough to take up the entire walking space, each covered in their own, thick blanket.
He sniffed the air, his nostrils being treated to a wonderful, chocolaty smell. What's going on? What's with these pillows? Why is the fire started? And I know I smell chocolate. I've never seen those blankets before, either! Is someone here?
Looking back at the fire place, Creed notice two small boxes set on one pillow. He walked towards them to get a better look. As he picked each up, he noticed they were both addressed to him, but in different wrappings.
One was red and green with little gold bells on them, clearly meant to symbolize Christmas. The other's was completely different, though. Its paper was covered in bright colors with little balloons plastered everywhere on them. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but it seemed like that paper was meant for a birthday. Cocking an eyebrow, he placed them both on the ground next to the pillow.
"I thought I heard the door open. About time you came home. Do you know how long I've been waiting?"
Creed gasped at the familiar voice. There was no way it could be who he thought it was. But as he turned around, he saw that it was… His jaw dropped to the ground as his heart stopped and his eyes widen. There, standing in front of his kitchen door, was the very man who haunted his thoughts: Train Heartnet.
The swordsman took little notice to the tray his Cat held, ignoring the smell of hot chocolate and concentrating on the scent of his love. Train was wearing a black, silk shirt, cut so it was revealing part of his chest, and pants to match.
The blue eyed man was unaware his mouth was still agape, watching in awe as Train walked up to him with that same, breathtaking smile on his face. His Black Cat chuckled quietly, gently pushing his jaw up and looked into his eyes.
"You must be frozen solid, it's less than ten degrees out there." Train handed him one of the cups of hot chocolate he held on the tray. "Here, this should help warm you up."
In Creed's shock at seeing Train in his apartment, he completely forgot how frostbitten he was. He could feel the heat the chocolate was emitting, alluring him with its sweet scent. His eyes watched Train's, staring lovingly at the golden depths through the steam raising from the cocoa.
Finally, he took the cup. His hands where cold enough that the mug wasn't able to burn him. Train smiled at Creed once more, before taking hold of the other mug and placing the tray on the ground. Creed continued to watch as Train walked over to the pillow opposite the two presents, and sat.
The dark haired man took a sip from his cup and eyed Creed impatiently. "Well? Aren't you gonna sit down? And drink you cocoa, I went through a lot of trouble making it, after all. It wasn't easy either, there was a lot of trial and error to get it just right. I burnt my mouth a few times when I tested the taste."
Creed blinked at Train for a moment longer, then took a seat on the pillow across from him. He sunk deep within the cushion's mass, the sides of it surrounding him. As the pillow brushed against his skin, he could tell there was a fine layer of velvet coating the outside. He sighed quietly to himself, the feel of the velvet making his body ease.
Train chuckled again and leaned forward, sliding the blanket out from under Creed and wrapping it around his body. Creed fell into awed shock once more as he felt the heat emit off his partner's body. It was replaced by the heat of the blanket, which Creed could tell was filled with feathers.
After a couple minutes of silence, Creed finally spoke, "Train…?" He asked, curiously.
Blowing on his hot chocolate, Train wrapped his blanket around himself as well and eyed Creed over the rim of his mug. "Hm?"
"Where did you get all this stuff…?"
The pillows were huge! Big enough to hold at least three fully grown men on them. Creed was surprised they even fit through the door, let alone on his floor. Yes, his apartment was bigger and a great deal nicer than Train's, but he didn't think giant pillows would fit. Plus, the blankets were made of pure silk. That must have cost a pretty penny. A penny which Creed knew Train didn't have.
Train laughed again and smiled at Creed, making the swordsman's stomach float up to his throat. "I got them, that's all that matters, right?"
Creed didn't know how to respond to that. It was terribly thoughtful of Train, and he never expected anyone to think so kindly for his sake. He looked down at his hot chocolate, watching as whipped cream melted into the hot liquid, the marshmallows still floating lazily on the top.
Still watching the cream melt, Creed voiced another question, "How'd you get in? Unlike you, I always lock my door."
Train's laugh this time was that of amusement and comedy. "For all the times you've snuck into my room, you still need to ask how I figured out how to get in? You're a pro! You probably know ways I've never even thought of."
Creed smiled sheepishly and took a sip of his own cocoa. His hands cooled the substance down enough so he wouldn't have to blow on it, but was still able to enjoy the warm, smooth, liquid sensation sliding down his throat. Creed moaned lightly in pleasure, feeling as if ice was melting from his body. He had no idea Train was able to make such good hot chocolate. Then again, he can probably make anything taste good.
"Your landlord let me him. Once I showed him Hades, he didn't seem to mind handing over a copy of the keys," Train explained to Creed as he took another sip.
It was Creed's turn to laugh. The idea of his landlord cowering in fear of his precious Black Cat was priceless. He only wished he could have been there to witness it.
Looking back down to his own cup, he watched as one of the marshmallows began to absorb the warm liquid, turning a light shade of brown. The same color as his hair… Creed mentally noted as he glanced back up at Train. He held back an adoring sigh as he saw a little bit of whip cream on the tip of his partner's nose. Train noticed Creed's eyes watching him and blushed, wiping the cream off.
In an attempt to change the subject, Train gestured towards the two gifts seated next to Creed. "Aren't you gonna open your presents?"
Creed stared a Train for a moment, unable to believe what his ears had just transmitted to his brain. "My… what?"
"Your presents, stupid. They're for you."
The silver haired man eyed both the tiny boxes in amazement. "Both…? Why two?"
Train rolled his eyes, even though Creed could tell he was amused. "Yes, two. One for Christmas, and one for your birthday."
Creed watched Train for several minutes. He had been shocked before by what he heard, but this was completely beyond his comprehension. Is Train actually remembering my birthday…?
The brunette was puzzled by Creed's expression and frowned. "It is your birthday, isn't it?"
"Y-yes, it is… but… you've never remembered before. No one ever does… What made you remember this time?"
Train scratched his head in embarrassment. "Well, actually, I didn't remember… I heard Sephiria mention it to Belze. Baldor and Kranz over heard as well and started to discuss how… ironic it was thatyour birthday was on Christmas." He looked away from Creed, either embarrassed, or ashamed of what he was about to say. "I… never knew this was your birthday. I never knew when your birthday was before."
"But, how come you never gave me a Christmas present before?"
The gunman sighed tiredly, "Cause I could never decide what to get."
Creed felt as if a million pound weight had been lifted from his heart. Not only did Train never forget Creed on Christmas, he also ran into the same problem Creed did every year. Still, it didn't completely answer his question.
"Why didn't you just tell me you couldn't find anything?"
Train put his cup down and eyed the floor, playing with his fingers a little as he spoke, "Cause… I was embarrassed…"
So cute… Creed thought as he smiled warmly at his beloved partner.
As if sensing Creed's admiration, Train looked back up at him and smiled shyly. "Well? Go on, open them. I don't want it all to be for nothing."
Creed stared into Train's eyes for a moment longer, his body warm all over from something other than the fire, cocoa, or blanket. He shook himself out of his daze and eyed his gifts. Since he had never received a birthday present before, he decided to open that one first.
He picked up the brightly colored box gently, so as not to break whatever was inside. Carefully, he began to unwrap it, excitement making his hands shake slightly. Once the wrapping was completely undone, he put it to the side and eyed the small white box before him. Whatever it was couldn't have been much, but it was still far more than Creed would ever believe Train would give him. This entire night so far had been like a dream come true. Having two presents was just the icing on the cake.
Creed opened the box gingerly, being as cautious as he could be. He could sense his Cat's patience's wearing thin and chuckled to himself. Once the box was successfully opened, he paused at what he saw inside. Wrapped in dark red tissue paper, was a tiny, rose pin made of a fine glass.
"Well? Do you like it?" Train asked, a little unsure from the silence he was getting.
The swordsman stared at the object for a long time. The rose petals were a crystal shade of red that glistened in the light of the fire. Two green leaves stuck out in the middle of the green stem, sparkling along with the petals. He blinked back tears as he looked up at Train, who smiled warmly at him.
"Train… I—"
Train put a hand up to stop him. "Open your other one now. I think you'll like this one a lot more. I know I will…"
Creed was unable to react for a few more seconds. What could possibly be better than this or this night? It had all been so romantic, so spontaneous, so… unlike Train! Yet, in some strange way, it was something Train would do. The fact that Train was just so unpredictable, made this all possible.
After carefully pinning the rose to his shirt, the blue eyed man opened his Christmas present in the same fashion as the other. He didn't want this night to end, so taking his time seemed like a very good option. Once it was opened, he blinked down at the object, a little confused at what Train had given him.
He pulled it out, and held it in front of himself. "Mistletoe?"
Train smiled and nodded. Before Creed could question it any further, the brunette was moving towards him, smiling sensually. Creed felt his face turn bright pink as Train's lips moved closer and closer to his, until they met.
Creed widen his eyes in amazement as he felt his love's hot lips cover his own in a delicate kiss. A bit of hot chocolate was still lingering on his soft skin, allowing Creed to taste the soothing liquid once more.
Train pulled back, still smiling. "So, how do you like your gifts?" He asked, seductively.
Creed shivered slightly from the tone in Train's voice, body frozen stiff from the heavenly kiss he just received. "You did it wrong…"
Train blinked in confusion at the statement. "What?"
Creed raised the hand holding the mistletoe above their heads, waving it back and forth slightly, smiling down at his partner. "You did it wrong. It's supposed to be above us, not between us."
Train laughed quietly and moved closer again. "Then let's take it from the top."
He pressed his lips back over Creed's, this time Creed wrapping his arms around Number XIII's neck, making the kiss deeper than before. The swordsman was happily greeted with the feeling of Train's tongue sliding against his own, giving him a fuller taste of chocolate, mixed with whip cream and chocolate filled marshmallows. Behind all that sweet goodness, Creed could still make out Train's own, personal flavor. It tasted better than anything else he was experiencing at the moment…
Train leaned his body forward, gradually guiding Creed back, laying him down gently against the pillow. He situated himself on top of Creed, enough so the man would feel his body pressed against his, but not so much as to crush him. The pillow engulfed them both, shrouding them from the rest of the world as their tongues danced with one another, twisting and twirling, tasting and feeling every inch of each other's mouth.
The golden eyed man finally pulled back, gazing heartily into Creed's sapphire eyes. "Better?"
Creed nodded wordlessly. His breath had been completely captured by Train, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to snap himself out of this flush. This was all more than Creed could ever ask, or hope for. The taste of his beloved was still lingering on his buds, the warmth of his lips still swam across his own. Train was still pressed against him, holding him in a tender embrace. Creed felt as if he were dancing with an angel.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him that cause his eyes to snap open and look at Train worriedly. "Your present! I left it at your apartment! I need to give it to you."
Train laughed at Creed's panic and caressed his cheek lightly. "Don't worry about it, this is good enough for me…"
He rested his head against Creed's shoulder, taking one of the swordsman's hands in his as he began to close his eyes. Creed smiled at the man and brushed his chocolate brown hair with his fingers. The perfection of the night could not be surpassed by anything. He was afraid for the night to end, and he already longed to taste his beloved once more.
"Train…" Creed called, attempting to get his love's attention.
The Black Cat peeked his eyes open slightly, looking up at Creed curiously. A green plant was immediately dangled in his face, swaying back and forth teasingly. Train couldn't help but laugh as his eyes met Creed's.
"Not enough for you?"
Creed smiled mischievously. "You're going to make up for every birthday you've missed…"
I am not a scrooge. I actually love Christmas! So don't let certain parts fool you.
The giant pillows idea actually came from Fake, a manga I just started reading. They're always on giant pillows, and I'm always like "Where the hell did you get those things?! I want one!" They look so comfortable and romantic, so I put them in.