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Title: Christmas Colors
Author: K8
Pairing: Shirota/Aiba
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shirota goes a little overboard with his decorations, but he does do somethings right.

Shirota frowned at the display rack. There were almost 3 weeks till Christmas but the little odds and ends decorations were picked bare. Shirota had thought that he could find something in this out of the way craft shop but no, nothing. He just needed a reel of fake holly, and maybe a sprig… or two… or ten… of mistletoe. Shirota also had a secret fondness for small light up trees, and his last one had met a horrible death at the hands of drunken revelers. (Zukki really shouldn’t be trusted to watch punch, Shirota had learned that lesson.) Holiday’s were quickly approaching though and Shirota needed to find a replacement. He was planning on holding a small Christmas party for his close friends (which would no doubt expand to the point that his itty bitty apartment was bursting at the seams and the neighbors would call the cops and they’d have to invade someone else’s home) but more importantly there was someone in his life who would be busy during the Christmas season.

Shirota just wanted to bring a little seasonal loving into his precious one’s life. “Er. Excuse me sir?” Shirota blinked, glancing at the cute girl in the green apron. “If you’re looking for seasonal things we have some stuff in the back. If you’re not looking for decorations we’d prefer you set down the poinsetta.” Shirota blinked down at the plastic poinsetta he was fiddling with.

“Ah ha ha!” Shirota laughed loudly to cover his embarrassment. “That way you said?” Shirota tucked the fake flower under his arm and marched off towards the back. No doubt the girl would be wondering who that tall handsome man had been. (She was, in fact, wondering if she should call security.) Spotting the brightly colored display of picked over and abandoned Christmas good Shirota felt his heart twinge. That poor singing holiday cactus just wanted to go home with someone. And the flashing rainbow colored lights just needed something to hang off of. And the bright pink garlands! And glow in the dark mistletoe!

Paying for his purchases Shirota chatted cheerily with the older woman manning the cash register. She kept giving his decorations an odd look but passed it off with a muttered comment of ‘must be a bachelor’. Shirota was already out the door or he would have disabused the mother of three of this notion and told her that the decorations were for a Private Christmas Party with his beloved.

Aiba wrapped the coat around him. It was a little chilly, not cold enough that he would need gloves and his scarf, but chilly enough. He glanced up at the sky, trying to remember if it was supposed to rain tonight or not. The forecast had said there would be showers late right? And he was getting out of rehearsals later and later as the Rikkai musical loomed. “Aibachii!” A soft voice shouted behind him and Aiba turned, tilting his head to the side and Fuji smile gracing his lips. He had obviously been in character for too long and needed a break.

“Yeah Seto?” He asked as the black haired boy jogged up to his side. Seto’s coat was really cute. It was a stylish corduroy blazer and suited Seto well, Aiba thought that any who belonged to a company like Watanabe and especially if they were part of the fangirl’s dream harem D-boy’s they should dress well. Of course, having acted with several D-boys in the past, he knew that was not always the case. Aiba could remember some particularly blinding outfits being worn by Shirota.

“You don’t mind if I ride the train with you do you? Since we’re going the same way.” Seto and Aiba occasionally rode the train as they headed home together.

“Actually today I’m going in a different direction.” Aiba cursed the blush that colored his cheeks. Damn his fair skin. “I’m meeting up with someone.”

“Oh.” Seto’s shoulders drooped. “I’ll ride by myself then. And see you at rehearsals tomorrow!” Seto was running off then before Aiba could apologize, or offer to see Seto to the station at least. “Bye!” Aiba gave Seto a short wave.

“You know, we could have ridden with him a little.” A deep voice sounded from behind him and suddenly there was an arm wrapping around Aiba’s chest and a sharp chin propped on his shoulder. “It’s not smart to let little boys ride the subway by themselves. Specially one’s cute as you and Seto.” Aiba turned around, shrugging the arm and chin off and looking at his boyfriend’s chest before looking up to meet his eyes.

“You’re the only pervert who’s ever molested me on a train.” Aiba rolled his eyes. “Shirota-obaka-sama.”

“Aiba-chii’s so mean!” Shirota grinned widely as he whined though, taking the Santa hat off his own head and placing it on Aiba’s. His outfit today was all sorts of lurid shades and stripes that made Aiba cringe. He’d once made the decision to destroy all of Shirota’s horrible clothes but had nearly passed out after opening the closet door.

“What’re you doing here anyway? I thought we were trying to keep this quiet.” Aiba grumped, glancing around to check who would see them and tugging the hat down so that it was seated more snuggly on his head. He did not usually wear hats because they messed up his hair, but for Shirota he’d wear this one.

“We ARE.” Shirota said loudly, steering Aiba onto the sidewalk and away. “We haven’t posted in our blogs about our meetings, we don’t take pictures of each other, we never appear in public together and you make me behave in front of cameras and costars.” Aiba crossed his arms, keeping his pace fast so that Shirota wouldn’t have to shorten his stride. Aiba hated feeling like the girl and that was one of the most annoying habits of Shirota’s.

“And I told you as long as you keep to those rules I’ll date you.” Sometimes it irked Aiba that people (fangirls) would ‘pair’ Shirota with others. Like that site he’d found with Shirota being written having sex with Kazuki-san. But Aiba had reminded himself that Kazuki was completely domesticated by Takuya… and also remembered that one site he’d found of Kazuki-san and himself. It had disturbed him to say the least. All in all Aiba was happy to keep their relationship a secret. A few of their costars in Tenimyu knew, and Aiba’s brother did too.

Shirota stuffed his hands in his coat pockets, giving a loud laugh that had people turning in their direction. He ignored the attention and grinned at Aiba. “You look cute in that hat.”

Aiba blushed a little and walked faster, trying to reach the train station faster. The sooner they were at the train station the sooner they could get out of the public eye and hole up in Shirota’s apartment. “According to you I look cute in anything.” Aiba snapped at Shirota and then rushed down the steps to the subway.

“Santa baby,” Shirota began crooning, taking the steps two at a time. Salary men hurrying home ignored him and teens out to make trouble turned to stare a bit. “Slip a sable under the tree… for me.” Aiba was practically running ahead of Shirota and the other grinned. Aiba was always so embarrassed when he started singing. “I’ve been an awful good boy, Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.” A train came through the station, drowning out the next few words.

Aiba slipped his train card into the slot, hurrying through the gate and heading for the train, slipping through the crowd. Behind him he could hear Shirota’s unmistakable voice. “A ’54 convertible too, light blue.” Aiba stood outside the open doors, waiting for the big dork to catch up with him before grabbing a seat with the other. “I’ll wait up for you dear.” Aiba looked around. They weren’t alone in the car, but it was pretty empty at that time of night. “So hurry down the chimney tonight.”

“People are staring.” Aiba did not mind the attention when he was onstage, but he was a relatively shy person. There were three girls tittering to each other at the end of the car. They looked to be college students, and from the flush on their faces and the slightly disheveled hair and clothes Aiba would guess they had been out drinking.

“So?” Shirota gave an expressive shrug. “It’s not like any of them will know who we are.” Aiba was keeping his eyes trained on those three girls and spotted something that almost made him hiding his face against Shirota’s arm. Almost, because he knew if he did the girls would probably burst into an explosion of ‘moe’.

“Shirota. One of them has a Fuji charm on her cell phone, and a Tezuka one.” Aiba spared another glance. The girls were definitely watching them.

“Oh. Well maybe she does.” Shirota shrugged. “Just post that I’m giving you English lessons or something.” Aiba groaned and hit Shirota in the arm lightly.

Getting off the train together Shirota and Aiba headed for Shirota’s apartment complex. They easily slipped inside, hopping into an empty elevator and pushing the button for Shirota’s floor. “Don’t you earn enough to afford a better apartment?” Aiba hated the elevators in Shirota’s apartment. One of them always smelled like cabbage and the other smelled like wet dog. If he had his way he’d just use the stairs all the time.

“I like my apartment.” Shirota wrapped an arm around Aiba’s shoulders and leaned down to nuzzle his hair. “It’s got character.”

“Someone could come in.” Aiba leaned against Shirota, tilting his head to steal a kiss. For all his protests he liked public displays of affection almost as much as Shirota. It wasn’t long before they were hurrying off the elevator to Shirota’s apartment. Unlocking the door Shirota ushered Aiba inside, turning the lights on with a flourish. “Ta da!” Aiba blinked, then blinked again.

“GAH!” Flinging up his arms Aiba covered his eyes. “So. Bright. And…. Clashing.” Peeking over his arms Aiba then turned and glared at Shirota. “When you said you’d make sure I remembered Christmas I didn’t think it would be because you’d burned my retina’s.” Shirota closed the door, bolting it and putting his keys on the end table by the door.

“I like the decoration! And look! Pink! Your favorite color!” Shirota pointed at the pink, glitter covered angel.

Aiba huffed giving the angle a glance and wincing again. It looked horrible next to the lime green garlands. “Pink isn’t my f- where are you going?” Shirota had started walking away before he’d finished his sentence! How rude!

“Well I figured you’d be hungry, so I was going to heat up some food.” Shirota stood in the doorway to his tiny kitchen. “Want to help?”

As if on cue Aiba’s stomach growled and he stepped towards the kitchen. “Food is always good.” It was no secret that food was what it took to get Aiba to agree to everything and anything. He had a voracious appetite. “What were you planning on?” Slipping past Shirota into his kitchen Aiba found himself pinned against the doorframe.

“Hey look.” Shirota leaned forward and glanced upward. Aiba followed the direction of Shirota’s eyes, unsurprised at finding a bunch of hanging plastic greenery. “Mistletoe.” Shirota’s lips found Aiba’s, the warm full lips pressing chastely against Aiba’s thinner one’s before Aiba opened his mouth just a bit, slipping a tongue out to flick out. Shirota took this as his cue to deepen the kiss, sliding his own tongue out to chase Aiba’s back into his mouth, both enjoying this diversion of tonsil hockey for a few seconds, or possibly a few minutes who could tell.

Breaking the kiss Aiba opened his eyes, which had slipped closed about the same time Shirota had done that twisting thing with his tongue, and slipped out from under Shirota’s arms to open the fridge. “Mistletoe has white berries.”

Shirota blinked dazedly from the kiss before blinking in confusion at Aiba. “Huh?”

“Mistletoe. It has white berries. That’s holly.” Aiba pulled out a few plastic containers, opening them up and sniffing before grabbing one of the microwave safe dishes. “And it’s fake, so I don’t think it counts anyway.”

Shirota tilted his head up to see that the berries were, indeed, red. Laughing he moved to help Aiba put together a decent meal. Aiba could find out later there was real mistletoe was hanging above Shirota’s bed.