12 Days of Christmas with Nijisanji Boys

Comfy Fuu-d

It was a long morning. Fulgur had just finished shovelling the snow in the driveway. It took longer than expected and he slipped a few times. Thankfully, he was made of metal so the fall did not hurt.

Removing his coat, the cyborg immediately smelled something delicious in the air. From the doorway, he could hear soft humming coming from the kitchen where is lover was. It was still snowing lightly outside and too cold for anywhere. the white Christmas dream came true but he would rather spend the rest of his day indoors.

Walking past the neatly decorated Christmas tree, Fulgur Ovid popped by the kitchen. He spotted his violet-haired lover stirring the pot and tasting what looked like spaghetti bolognese with a smile. Uki was always such a dear!

"Hello, beautiful! It smells great."

Placing a kiss at the side of Uki's temple, the cyborg wrapped his arms around that petite waist and rested his chin on the psychic's shoulder. It was painfully cold outside and Uki was so comfortable to hug close to him. Slowly, he began to warm up.

Holding the spatula in one hand and using the other to caress his needy lover, Uki couldn't help but compare him to Fulgur's big dog sitting in the living room watching Uki-nyan sleep. It was their first Christmas together and while they could not invite everyone over due to different schedules, he was glad Fulgur could make it. The dear man braved a harsh snowstorm just to be here, then offered to shovel his driveway while he made lunch.

"It's almost done," Uki  placed a soft kiss beneath Fulgur's jaw. "Get the plates, will you?"

Eagerly, the cyborg found some dinner plates in the dishwasher. Uki never left his sink dirty after all. There was never dishes waiting to be done. Fulgur learned that early on. 

After plating the pasta, the couple sat down to enjoy Fulgur's comfort food. It has been way too long since he had any home-cooked meals. It was often take outs when he was alone streaming for hours at ungodly timings. Uki's cooking tasted divine and it warmed him inside out.

"It's a quiet Christmas," Uki glanced to their sleeping pets in the living room. "Do you want to put on a movie or some songs after this?"

"Of course!" the cyborg grinned. "What do you want to watch? Home Alone or Kill Bill because why not?"

Laughing at the contrasting options, Uki cleared their dishes and told Fulgur to pick whichever he wanted. The cyborg watched as Uki left and his eyes trailed over that ass. 

"If you insist," he chuckled.

Oh, he was going to choose. Dessert it shall be!