Secret Santa Project 2011

From: thepiefairy

To: krysanteemi

Desmond was pulled from his sleep by his own shivering. Jesus Christ, why was it so damn cold in here? He rolled over and was about to press closer to Alex when he realized he wasn’t there. He laid his hand over where Alex usually was and felt some warmth, which told him he got up about a half hour ago. This wasn’t something too out of the ordinary, but it would’ve been nice to wake up with him there.

He moved on top of the warm patch of sheets with a sigh, inhaling the familiar scent of laundry detergent and Alex, a unique smell that was a mix of some kind of cologne and leather, with a hint of smoke from the destruction Alex usually hung around. A cloud formed as his hot breath hit the cold air and he stared, puzzled as it disappeared. He parted his lips and let out another breath with the same result. It could get pretty cold in the apartment, but this was a whole new record… He sat up, pulling the blanket around him tightly to stay warm, and squinted through the dark at the clock on the wall. The hands were hovering over ten o-clock at night, which wasn’t possible… Desmond knew he went to sleep well after ten.

This was weird. The power was out, but why? It was December and usually little to nothing happened in December, weather wise. He got out of bed and shuffled across the carpeted floor, using the friction to warm his feet. Hopefully the power would go back on soon so the furnace could kick in before his toes turned black and fell off. He made his way down the hall and into the living room with his hand on the wall to guide him. After crossing the room safely he made it to the window and pulled open the curtain to look outside. He was met with a window almost completely covered in snow and ice.

His instincts suddenly set him on edge, like prey in the territory of a predator. He knew this feeling well and was trained to trust it. The weight of the hidden blade strapped to his wrist was soothing as he turned to look around, arm ready to use the deadly blade if necessary. The room was dark but he could make out shapes, and one of them was moving toward him.

He only had a split second to think before Alex moved into the light and slapped aside Desmond’s blade arm like an annoying insect. Desmond relaxed and let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You should know better not to sneak up on me after last time.”

There was a brief flicker of emotion in Alex’s expression, something like amusement. A few days before Alex had come up behind Desmond in the kitchen, and Desmond was so startled that the steel of his hidden blade ended up embedded in Alex’s abdomen. It startled Desmond to the point of hysterics, but Alex simply smiled as the wound closed, leaving nothing behind to indicate it was ever there. “I’ve had worse.”

Desmond glanced away, choosing not to elaborate on just how true that statement was. He’d personally seen Alex under attack by an entire strike team of five helicopters, an endless row of tanks, and possibly hundreds of armed soldiers. The infection hadn’t been the best of times.

He pulled the blanket tighter around himself and shivered. “How long has the power been out?” He asked.

“A few hours.” Alex said, eyes shifting to the window. He looked intrigued by the snow and Desmond realized Alex had probably never seen this much snow before, if any.

“I don’t mean to ruin your moment but I’m going to become a Popsicle soon if it doesn’t warm up in here.” Desmond said, hugging himself to try and hold in his escaping body heat. This cold reminded him of the times he spent on the streets, shivering and wishing he were anywhere else but there. Of course he didn’t wish that here, not with Alex in their quiet apartment away from everyone. This was safety and peace compared to his previous “homes”.

Alex’s eyes swept over Desmond and the blanket that was cocooning him. He couldn’t feel the cold in the same way and hadn’t noticed it, but now he felt bad for abandoning the other in bed. If he’d stayed his own body heat would’ve acted like a back-up furnace under the covers. He slipped his leather jacket off and placed it on Desmond’s shoulders, hoping it would help. To his surprise Desmond responded quickly, slipping his arms through the sleeves before molding himself against Alex, his teeth chattering.

“T-thank you,” Desmond said, tucking his face into the crook of Alex’s neck. His chilly nose pressed against his skin and he flinched. “You’re w-warm.”

He awkwardly returned the embrace. It never got easier; showing affection. There was always a voice in the back of his head nagging him, telling him their relationship was unnatural. They weren’t even the same species, and it made Alex feel even more like a freak… Strangely enough, he could easily ignore the feeling in the other’s arms.

“You aren’t planning to go out in that are you?” Desmond asked. His hold on Alex’s midsection tightened, silently begging him to answer with a no.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Alex said truthfully. “I heard that today is a holiday and that it’s a time for being with the people you care about…” Desmond stiffened and Alex knew he’d said something he shouldn’t have. “What is it?”

There was a pause before he replied. “I don’t like Christmas.” Desmond mumbled so quietly it was hard to hear him.

Alex chewed his lip as Desmond pulled away from him and went over to the couch, sitting down with a sigh. He was at a loss for what to do or say. His only experience with an upset individual came from being with Dana when she found out who he REALLY was, and he’d bailed. He didn’t want to bolt with Desmond though; he wouldn’t want him to do that to him if he was upset. Instead he went over to the couch and sat beside him, tugging the thin blanket that hung over the back of the couch off and placing it over Desmond. He pulled the younger man against him and rest his head under his chin.

It had the desired effect as Desmond slowly relaxed against him, and then after a few minutes of the two of them sitting there motionless Desmond craned his neck, placing a small kiss at the corner of Alex’s mouth. Heat erupted at the spot and Alex turned his head, a fire coming alive in his stomach that he struggled to contain. Desmond chuckled and poked Alex in the cheek teasingly. He knew very well the effects his touch had on Alex… Now he was just playing games. “Why do you torment me?”

“It’s fun.” Desmond said, leaning his chin on Alex’s shoulder while his finger traced random shapes on Alex’s skin. He brought his index finger up to Alex’s forehead, and then down the bridge of his nose, leaving tingles in its wake. He hovered over his mouth before tracing the outline of Alex’s lips, and then over them. Alex was still as if he’d been carved from stone. “Oh, if only the world could see you now. The famous Alex Mercer broken by a small kiss…”

That was a direct hit to his ego. In a flash Alex had Desmond beneath him on the couch, arms pinned above his head. He tilted his head with a small smirk as Desmond’s chest heaved in surprise. His entire body was tense but completely defenseless against the solid body pressed against him. He could feel Alex’s impressive form and was beginning to understand why bullets barely fazed him… “You were saying?” Alex said.

Desmond squirmed in a poor attempt to loosen his wrists from Alex’s iron grip. He let out a shaky breath as doing so forced him to grind their bodies together. Alex’s body was so warm that even in places that weren’t touching he could feel the heat coming off him, and he craved more of that sweet warmth. An involuntary shudder went through him as Alex shifted and his hot breath ghosted over Desmond’s chilled face. He leaned up, closing the distance between them until his shoulders protested from the awkward angle. So close… A small sound came from his throat as he struggled against Alex’s hold on him. How could he break loose?

On a whim he arched his body, pressing against Alex in every way possible. He gasped when his dick was sandwiched between them and began stirring to life, his hips bucking as if on their own to seek more friction. Being intimate with Alex was always…interesting…since he was still learning and curious about everything. There were only two previous intimacies between them, both of which consisted of Alex driving Desmond completely mad by drawing it out with his exploring. The first time had been when Desmond couldn’t control himself and he’d practically jumped on the man. What exactly happened was a bit of a blur to him but he definitely remembered that somehow he ended up on his knees, showing Alex just how talented his mouth could be. Then Alex returned the favor a few days later, using the opportunity and taking his sweet time to learn just what would happen if he rolled his tongue a certain way, if he sucked hard or soft, and…God…if he let Desmond’s cock ease down his throat…

Desmond shivered. “Alex…Fuck! Let me go!”

Alex looked him over, seeing his flushed face, dilated pupils, and FEELING the arousal coming off Desmond in waves, not to mention poking into his hip. That fire in his belly stirred and he released Desmond’s wrists. An animalistic growl rumbled in his throat as their lips met, teeth clicking together in their urgency. Desmond grabbed a handful of Alex’s dark hair, feeling the waves wrap around his fingers as he yanked his head back to assault his throat with bites and kisses. He could feel Alex’s hands on him, rough and gentle at the same time as they worked the jacket open to reveal his bare chest and stomach. The cold air only managed to slap his skin for a moment before Alex’s warm hands moved over his body, raising goose bumps on his flesh.

A small moan left him when Alex’s hand brushed over the concealed head of his dick, making it twitch and beg for more. His own hands went to work unzipping Alex’s hoodie and pushing it off his shoulders before popping the buttons open on his shirt. He felt Alex tugging on his pants and raised his hips, hoping that he’d just remove them instead of tearing them off like he did once before. To his relief the pants slipped down his body until he could kick them off his ankles. He was running out of pants…

Then Alex’s mouth was on his neck and collar bone, distracting him as his sharp canines bit into sensitive skin, soft lips brushing over the marks left behind gently. Desmond shuddered as a wave of pleasure went through him, tilting his head and offering up even more of his neck. He wanted Alex to mark him, and so much more. He wanted that amazing mouth all over his body, kissing, biting, licking, sucking… And Desmond wanted to do the same to him. He wanted to taste Alex’s skin under his tongue and make him completely lose it, which was something he was sure was a rare sight.

His thoughts were cut off as something foreign caressed his hip. He looked down and saw black tendrils emerging from Alex, and his first instinct was to push them away. Before he could get far two tentacles shot out of Alex’s shoulders and forced his arms down, his wrists on the sides of his head. His eyes, wide as golf balls no doubt, looked up at Alex. “A-Alex?”

“Shhh…” Alex leaned down and nuzzled the side of Desmond’s face. With his body this close, Desmond could hear a low noise, either in his throat or chest that sounded similar to a purr. It was easy to forget what Alex was when he walked around in the perfect disguise, but moments like these made Desmond realize the reality of the man- thing that he lived with was a killing machine. He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath in through his nose. Although…that purr was interesting…there was nothing aggressive about it, and Desmond knew very well that Alex was more than a virus. He could be strangely human, sometimes more human than others in his actions. Alex had a guilty mind for the horrible things he’d done during the infection, while a handful of humans could kill and torment without losing a moment of sleep over it.

He relaxed his body and felt Alex do the same as he released his wrists. “I trust you,” Desmond said, brushing his lips against Alex’s cheek as he pulled away to tower over him once again. If he listened hard enough he could still hear the noise coming from him.

“I’m glad,” Alex said, letting the Blacklight tentacles wander over Desmond’s body. He watched his facial expressions as they caressed his stomach and worked their way down, splitting into multiple tendrils to snake around his cock. Desmond tensed and bit into his lip, letting his breath out through his teeth as he felt them squeeze. An electric bolt of pleasure shot up his spine as another tendril broke off and ventured lower, brushing over his hole and making it twitch with anticipation.

The tendril, which was no larger than a single finger pressed against the tight pucker, slicked by some kind of fluid that coated each tentacle. At the same time the ones around his now fully hard cock began to move, stroking and squeezing in a way nothing else could mimic. His hips thrust into them and he whimpered, looking up at Alex to find him watching with a heated expression. He felt warmth in his cheeks as Alex looked him straight in the eyes and held his gaze.

Then the tentacle at his hole pushed into him, wriggling against his insides. A yelp of surprise from the strange feeling turned into a groan as it went deeper. His hands clawed at Alex’s arms when it started up a steady rhythm in and out. Oh god…it was like NOTHING he’d ever felt before in the best way imaginable!

“A-ah!” He jerked when his prostate was struck, but the tap was so brief it only left him with a boiling need in his gut for more. His eyes met Alex’s again and he reached up to pull him down into a rough kiss that was somewhat sloppy on Desmond’s part from the intensity of everything he was experiencing. When he had to break away for a breath his lips were buzzing along with the rest of his body. It wasn’t enough, though. He had to have more… “Alex…” He groaned against his lips, tugging on his lower lip with his teeth. “More. Please…”

Alex chuckled and Desmond felt as the tentacle inside him thickened to twice its size. “I like when you beg.” Alex said, voice becoming breathless with want. He was hungry with need for Desmond, and that knowledge sent waves of pleasure through him, making his aching cock leak precum. The clear liquid beaded at the tip before a small tendril would snake up and sweep over it, twisting and stroking around the head of his dick, waiting eagerly for more.

Desmond arched up and pressed his hips down onto the tentacle in his ass eagerly, loving the fell while also wishing for something more. His eyes flicked down to see the obvious tent in Alex’s pants and he swallowed hard. He wanted THAT inside him. Hell, he’d ride on Alex’s lap like he was a rodeo bull if he had to.

He nudged Alex’s shoulder to push him back, “Lay down.” Desmond said and continued to push him. His expression shifted in seconds from lust to confusion, icy blues flashing over Desmond’s face for an answer. There were a couple seconds of hesitation before he finally moved to lie back against the couch, retracting the tentacles and leaving Desmond feeling empty. Desmond followed him and straddled his lap, shivering as the tentacles emerged again.

His hands trembled as he pulled down the zipper on Alex’s jeans and popped open the button, pulling his cock out. He bit his lip and gave it a few strokes, watching precum ease out the tip and dribble down where his hand wiped it away. The memory of the time he sucked that gorgeous cock came to mind and he could almost taste it on his tongue. He moved back to kneel between Alex’s legs and then leaned forward, dragging his tongue over the tip for a taste. His eyes glanced up at Alex, who was watching him with a small amount of color making its way over his cheeks.

Desmond smirked and opened his mouth, sucking the head past his lips and letting his tongue swirl around lazily. That managed to get a quiet hiss out of Alex, encouraging Desmond to do more. He let the moistened head pop free of his mouth and dragged his tongue down the shaft, sucking at the base and then moving back up to get Alex’s cock nice and wet. The tendrils on his body and inside him picked up the pace, causing him to moan as he took him back into his mouth eagerly.

He slid down the shaft until he felt the head bump the back of his throat. The fingers in his hair tightened as he relaxed his throat and let the thick head ease down until his face was pressed against Alex’s open jeans. Alex was holding him down and he couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. He swallowed around Alex’s cock and drank up the growling moan it milked out of him.

Then without warning he was pulled back up, dick slipping out of his mouth and a bit of saliva dribbling down his chin. He looked up at Alex and wiped his mouth with his hand. “Why’d you pull me away?” He asked, voice hoarse after having his cock down his throat.

“I don’t want to cum yet.” Alex said, his hands rubbing down Desmond’s body to his hips. “I want to cum inside you.”

Desmond crawled back onto Alex’s lap and felt his body aching as he leaned down to capture Alex’s lips in another kiss. “Oooh… I want that too…” He moaned, feeling the tentacle in his ass pull out slowly. This time the empty feeling was even worse…The need to have Alex inside him, filling him up, was burning in every part of him. He reached back and positioned the tip of Alex’s cock at his stretched opening, pressing his hips down until he felt that wonderful cock slip inside him.

He hissed at first, realizing he wasn’t prepared enough but still he wanted more. At least he’d been prepared a little and the entry was eased with his spit coating Alex’s dick, and the fluid from the tentacles inside him. Alex’s hands on his hips guided him down until he was seated on him with his cock buried fully inside him. Alex nudged his head to the side and began kissing, sucking, nipping and biting at his shoulder and neck, easily distracting him from the pain until he was almost shaking. All he could focus on was the thick, hard, throbbing dick in his ass and Alex’s mouth on his skin.

“Oh fuck…” He groaned as he lifted his hips, feeling his nerves come alive with pleasure. Alex shifted beneath him and before his lust fogged brain could process what he was doing, he thrust up into him. Desmond cried out as Alex hit his prostate dead on and his entire body was pushed up by the force of the movement. He could already feel his orgasm building up, but he needed more friction if he really wanted to cum.

He sat up on top of Alex, biting his lip as he felt his dick shifting inside him as he moved. Then without any further hesitation he started bouncing on Alex, impaling himself over and over again on his dick. His mouth fell open and an endless flow of curses, moans, gasps, and whines began tumbling out of him with every mind blowing move. His own cock was bobbing up and down, dripping precum, but he needed his arms out for balance to keep up his bouncing and didn’t dare touch himself.

And then Alex threw him forward with another powerful thrust, knocking the air from his lungs as both hands shot out to catch on Alex’s shoulders. He felt as those powerful hips pulled back for another and held on for dear life. Oh god, YES. This was exactly what he needed. A good, hard fucking to warm his body and shut down his mind so all he could think of was “more, more, Alex, more!” He could see both his and Alex’s hot breath with each exhale in the cold air and the light coating of sweat over their bodies. The plummeting temperature did nothing but make all the pleasure and the boiling heat inside him feel that much hotter, and Alex’s heated body sliding against his front in contrast to the chilled air on his back just added to the effect.

His nails dug into Alex’s shoulders as frequent gasps and groans left his mouth, only to be muffled against Alex’s neck. He felt like he was going to burst, but SOMETHING was preventing him from toppling over the edge of his orgasm, screaming like a banshee like he wanted. What could possibly be missing?

Suddenly Alex was holding onto him and in a flash he was on his back, looking up at him instead of down. His head spun a moment before he grounded himself again, only to be displaced when Alex pushed back into him. A loud moan rang through the apartment as Alex’s cock hit Desmond’s sweet spot over, and over, and over with every thrust. He was almost certain the neighbors heard, but didn’t give a shit. Alex leaned forward, hands on both sides of Desmond’s head with his legs hooked over his arms. Desmond was spread wide open as both his arms shot above his head to hold himself in place against the armrest while Alex’s thrusting pushed him across the couch. Fuck, he was going to feel this later…

Alex groaned through his teeth and Desmond felt a shiver zip up his spine. “You are…so…tight…” Alex said breathlessly between thrusts.

“Y-you fill me up…so well… Oh god- fuck! Harder. P-please!” Desmond begged, rocking his hips in an attempt to drive Alex’s cock deeper. He looked up at Alex through half lidded eyes. “Please…”

For a moment Alex drank up Desmond’s persistent begging, loving the way it sounded. They’d have to do this more often… He leaned down to kiss the younger man’s swollen lips, and then pulled back with a wolfish smirk. His hips stopped altogether briefly before starting up again; this time harder and faster, all rhythm lost and replaced by mindless thrusting. He could feel pressure building up inside him, like a dam on the verge of breaking.

“O-Oh- AH!” Desmond’s mouth fell open and sweat ran down his temple as Alex showed him what he could REALLY do. His arms ached from holding onto the armrest above his head, but if he let go now they’d both end up on the floor. As much as floor sex could be fun he didn’t want to fuck on a freezing wooded one.

As Alex pulled back Desmond let go of the couch, quickly circling his arms around Alex’s neck and grabbing a handful of hair at the back of his head. Alex snarled as Desmond yanked his hair, the pain turning into pleasure and shooting straight to his leaking dick. His thrusts became even more powerful, although he was careful not to cause harm.

Desmond was so. Fucking. CLOSE. With every thrust Alex made him feel like he was coming undone. Then he shifted ever so slightly and hit his prostate just right, sending him spiraling off the edge. He threw his head back and screamed as waves of intense pleasure and ecstasy hit him repeatedly, his flushed cock emptying its load all over his stomach. Alex followed soon after Desmond and nearly lost his sanity when his tight heat clamped around his cock. He fucked Desmond through his orgasm, panting and spitting out a string of curses until finally that dam broke. He yelled and moaned as he came, continuing to thrust and fill Desmond’s abused hole to overflowing with his cum.

When it was over Desmond went limp and Alex hung his head, both of them breathing heavy. The sweat was cooling on their skin, but neither of them wanted to move quite yet. Alex shifted to lie comfortably over Desmond, letting his legs fall to the couch. He nuzzled his neck and nursed a bite mark with gentle kisses. Desmond just let him do as he pleased while the buzz from his orgasm slowly drained to a pleasant numbness throughout his body.

He glanced to the clock on the wall and sighed when he remembered the power was out. It felt like hours had passed, but that was unlikely. “Mmm…” He groaned and rubbed over Alex’s back, tracing rapidly healing scratches from his nails. “We should probably get dressed and call someone about the power.”

“Probably…” Alex murmured, shifting to pull out of Desmond. Desmond shivered as cum trickled from his hole, which was starting to feel the abuse from Alex’s thrusts. He scooted back on the couch and hissed when he tried to sit. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be able to sit right for a few days…it was still worth it. He looked around, searching for his pants and finding them under the table nearby and snatching them off the floor.

He stood and slipped his pants on, leaving them hanging low on his hips. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Alex gather his clothes and put them back on, except for his leather jacket, which he offered to Desmond. He took it gratefully and put it on, pulling it tightly around his body and sucking in the warmth. Because the jacket wasn’t technically a real jacket, and was actually Alex’s biomass, it was always warm, matching Alex’s body temperature. He’d wear Alex’s jacket nonstop if it weren’t for the viral detectors patrolling all over the city.

After a brief search, Desmond managed to find his cell phone. He used the lighted screen to hunt through drawers until he found a phone book and looked up the number he needed. The first three times he called the line was busy, but on the fourth he managed to get through to someone who told him they were working on fixing the power. A surprise snowstorm had knocked out the power on half the island. After hanging up he went back to the living room, peaking out the window at the storm. Alex was off in the kitchen doing something, and Desmond hoped he wasn’t eating all the food again.

“Alex, what are you doing?” Desmond called over his shoulder when he heard a pot fall to the floor with a loud ringing bang.

No response.

“Alex…?” Desmond walked through the living room and into the kitchen across the hall, his legs a little weak and wobbly. He found a big pot on the floor and no Alex, but the pantry door was wide open so he assumed he was in there. He moved to stand in the doorway and raised a brow, “…the fuck are you doing?”

Alex was ripping up cardboard boxes, “I saw someone doing this in the park once. There’s a fireplace in the office and there might be some wood in here somewhere.”

Desmond tilted his head to the side and mentally walked through the apartment in his head… “I didn’t know there was an office.” The main entry door opened up into the hallway with the living room on the left, kitchen to the right, and farther down was the bedroom with the attached bathroom. He couldn’t remember ever seeing another room, but now that he thought about it…it made sense that such an expensive apartment would have an office AND a fireplace.

“If you go down the hall and past the bedroom, on the other side of the bathroom, the office is there. It looks like a closet with the door shut.” Alex explained and gathered up his cardboard bits. He slipped past Desmond and headed down the hall, leaving the discarded pot on the floor. Desmond rolled his eyes and set it on the table before following after him. He went past the bedroom, past the bathroom, and then found the door -that indeed did look like a closet- wide open.

He went inside and looked around; the room was completely bare, no furniture, pictures, or anything except for carpet on the floor and the fireplace set into the wall. When Alex went back out to hunt for wood, Desmond stepped forward to run his finger tips over the rough bricks around the fireplace. There was a shelf above it that he could easily see someone decorating with photos, someone who wasn’t Alex anyway. Below was a ledge that extended out far enough that someone could sit on it comfortably when the fireplace wasn’t being used or the doors were closed on it.

Alex came back in with four large logs and Desmond helped him set them inside the fireplace. They placed the cardboard in places that would feed the flames once they were lit, and then struck a match. Desmond watched the flames consume the cardboard in seconds. His mind was being dragged back to times when he’d curl up by a tiny fire and was lucky to survive through the night… Luckily he didn’t have to worry about that anymore with Alex taking care of him.

“Hey…” Desmond turned to face Alex and draped his arms around his neck with a smile on his lips. “Have I ever told you how thankful I am that you saved me that night in the park instead of eating me?”

Alex chuckled, “No, you haven’t told me.” He leaned their foreheads together, mirroring Desmond’s contagious smile. “But I don’t need you to. Your actions say more than words can.”

A loud growl from Desmond’s stomach interrupted the mood. He glanced down at his stomach and then back to Alex, hoping he hadn’t noticed. Judging by his look of amusement he had, though, which was no surprise considering he could hear a pin drop in the next room. “Um…” Desmond bit his lip and put a hand over his belly. Without a word Alex motioned for Desmond to wait and left the room, heading back towards the kitchen. Desmond sat down on the floor and enjoyed the heat from the fire until Alex came back, the pot from before under his arm. “What are you…?” Desmond began to ask as Alex plopped down on the floor beside him. He peeked into the pot when Alex set it on the floor, spotting what appeared to be random boxes of food and a half gallon of milk. He reached in and pulled out a package of Oreos, and then a box of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. “Mmm, this is a holiday feast worthy of kings.” He said with a smile.

“It’s all we have that doesn’t need to cook.” Alex explained. “I figured we could heat up some of the hot chocolate on the fire?” He suggested with a certain glint in his eyes that only appeared when his sweet tooth was on a rampage. If only the world knew just how much Alex Mercer loved his sugar and cocoa…

“Sure.” Desmond emptied all the boxes from the pot, plus a spoon and two coffee mugs, and let Alex rip into the box of hot chocolate. While Alex added hot chocolate mixture into the pot, Desmond poured in milk. Then he let Alex stir it up before sliding it onto the ledge in front of the fire until it sat as close to the flames as possible without falling inside. Occasionally Alex would stir the contents or peak inside the pot impatiently.

Soon the hot chocolate was steaming and Alex pulled it away from the fire to fill up the mugs, handing one to Desmond. “Thanks,” He said and blew at the steaming hot drink, cupping it in both hands and watching as Alex took a sip right away. He shifted to sit differently and winced when doing so sent a flare of pain up his spine. Fuck. Ow!

“Are you alright?” Alex asked, setting his mug down.

Desmond nodded and felt his face heat up, “Yeah…I just…” He placed his mug next to Alex’s and moved to settle on his knees, sitting back on his feet carefully. “…I’m sore.”

Alex swept his eyes over Desmond and “hmm”ed knowingly. He scooted over and pulled Desmond into his lap, hugging him around the waist. Desmond smiled as Alex’s lips pressed against his temple and lingered for a moment before pulling away. Usually his acts of affection were short, few and far in between, but not tonight. Desmond pressed his luck and leaned in, placing a small kiss on Alex’s lips. To his surprise when he tried to pull back, Alex followed and turned the tiny peck into a deeper, passionate kiss with lots of tongue. Desmond’s senses started to go into overload the longer he kissed him. He tasted like hot chocolate, and his body was so warm pressed up against him. His nose was flooded with his scent and the smoky smell of the wood burning on the fire. One of his hands ran through his hair, feeling the surprisingly smooth texture. He felt like he was drowning in everything Alex.

Desmond was forced to end the kiss when his head started swimming; he broke away but remained close, panting softly as Alex’s finger tips rubbed circles on his back. He leaned his head against Alex’s, earning a quiet noise of content from him. “Do you still dislike Christmas?” Alex asked.

He thought about that for a moment, but the answer was clear. “No,” He said with a smile, “Not when I have you.” Alex laughed, actually laughed, and hugged Desmond closer. They sat together a while, enjoying each other’s company. Desmond watched the shadows from the fire dance across Alex’s skin and the reflection of the flames in his eyes. They sipped their hot chocolate from time to time, and Desmond laughed when foam from the milk stuck to Alex’s lip. He couldn’t think of a time he’d been happier, and refused to think of it ever ending. The power getting knocked out turned out to be the best possible thing to happen that day. If it hadn’t happened the day would’ve taken an entirely different turn.

“I’m glad the power went out.” Desmond said, lacing his fingers with Alex’s. “Best Christmas present ever.”

Alex smirked mischievously. “Want to know something?”

“What?” Desmond asked with a laugh, although still suspiciously.

A heartbeat passed and Alex brushed his mouth up Desmond’s jaw line, stopping to hover at his ear. “I knocked the power out.” He pulled back to kiss a surprised Desmond, squeezing his hand. “Merry Christmas, Desmond.”

Okay I’m just going to

leave the submission box open until the end of Christmas.

I’ll just post pictures in the morning or something, and then continue on as I get more in. c:

Merry Christmas and happy holidays, everybody! Stay safe!

- nessuno

ALL MEMBERS!

You have until 8pm PST to submit your entries!! I don’t want anybody to be left out, but at this rate, a good deal of people will be. :c

C’mon broooos! I BELIEVE IN YOU!

- nessuno

Submissions!

Considering the deadline for submissions is tomorrow and I only have one entry in my messages, I’ll go ahead and push it all the way back to December 23rd! I’ll post up all submissions on the 24th, so that way we can have it spread through Christmas Eve and Christmas, depending on the timezone.

Get crackin’, novices!

- nessuno

Applications CLOSED!

I’ve now sent everybody their prompts! If you haven’t gotten yours, or ended up with two by accident, LET ME KNOW! I feel like I accidentally left some people out and that is the LAST thing I want!

Remember, submit your art here by December 15th! It won’t be posted until the date itself, however. In addition, you can also send it to the receiver themself, but since everyone in the group watches this account, I figure it’s a fun way to see everybody’s submissions, and your own. :)

If you think you’re going to run a few days late, don’t worry about it! You can always anonly tell your Assassin, or tell me and I can tell them.

The MOST IMPORTANT THING is to have fun!! So make sure you do that in this process!

Happy drawing, writing, or whatever else you choose to do, little Assassins!

- nessuno