My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Fifty-Five: All I Want For Christmas is You

"Ally!~" Gray slung his arm around Alois. He and Juuzou were following him home, they were curious about where the blonde lived. They knew he was rich but they didn't know how rich and that is what interested the blonde's two boyfriends. The party at Svante had been a blast and they were all a 'tad' drunk now. 

"Gray?" Alois grinned. Juuzou slung his own arm around Gray and the three walked awkwardly from the Alois's car to his house. The chauffeur didn't say anything about bringing these two men home, he rarely ever questioned anything Alois did, hoping it was all just a phase. It probably wasn't but the guy could hope at least.

"Juuzou!" the red-stitched man joined in. The three giggled hysterically opening the door to the Trancy manor. Awaiting them all was the butler, the man that previously dumped Alois. It was weird to still have him work at the Trancy place but Alois wasn't going to admit to his father that they were going out. That would be a much more awkward conversation than necessary for getting someone fired.

"What do you think you're doing here at this time?" Claude crossed his arms and tapped his foot angrily. He didn't need Alois's father to scold him again. Claude also wasn't happy with the two men hanging off of the blonde. The glasses-wearing butler had no right to be jealous but that didn't stop him.

"I can do what I want, thank you very much," Alois frowned, "you're just a butler, remember?" the blonde spat. Claude glared at him. Being a butler was more important than dating his employer's son. Alois remembered those excuses quite well. Each time the thought entered his mind he held onto it, waiting to one day destroy this 'butler'.

"Who is the angry guy?" Gray pointed, "he is pretty ugly lookin'. Hey, is that your ex?" Gray poked Alois's cheek, wondering who the stranger was. He frowned when Alois didn't answer and  wandered over to the butler, sniffing him he said, "ew, he smells like a hoe."

"Gray!" Juuzou laughed falling to the floor, "you are one to talk!"

"Well he do," Gray shrugged. He leaned in closely to Claude, trying to figure something out before clapping his hands together, "you're jealous aren't you Mr. Grumpy? That's no good," Gray shook his head, disappointed in the stranger.

"How absurd. I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous over him?" Claude frowned, not even wanting to say the blonde's name.

"Good," Gray smiled, straightening Claude's bow-tie-tie thing, "because if you were jealous," Gray's eyes narrowed as he tightened the tie a bit too tightly, "I would have to kill you."

"Oooooooo," Juuzou hugged Gray, "you're so cool! Do it again! Do it again! I might just get turned on.~"

Gray groped the white-haired male, "lies! You already are!~"

Alois grabbed the collars of Juuzou and Gray, dragging them to his room. He didn't want anymore confrontation with the servants. It was annoying just thinking about it. He enjoyed the fact that Gray was so protective at times, it reminded him that someone did care. Unfortunately, this was not a good time for Gray to be, well, Gray.

Throwing his two boyfriends into his room he closed the door and sighed. Bringing them home wasn't the best of ideas. Maybe Alois should have gone to one of their homes. Did they even have a home? Did they live together? If they did that wasn't fair. Alois crossed his arms trying to think of a solution to that problem before he remembered something.

"Ah, Zou, come with me, I need to get more blankets," Alois had forgotten that his room got cold at night. The blonde was used to it but perhaps these two were the type to get cold easily. He didn't want to leave Juuzou alone with Gray for too long, since he was already annoyed at the idea they might live together without him.

Leaving Gray alone for long periods of time was a bad decision though. He often got into trouble. The male took off his shirt, it was uncomfortable to sleep with one on, because then he couldn't snuggle as well. He searched the room for something interesting, curious about what he might find.

"This is very boring. For such a horny guy you'd think things would be hiding all over the place," Gray spoke to himself. While reaching for a box on top of Alois's wardrobe, he fell, along with everything in the box.

"Ouch," Gray groaned, trying to get up, but there happened to be ribbons in the box. What Alois had planned to do with a box full of ribbons, Gray didn't really want to know. But now, he was entangled in them and couldn't escape.

"This is awkward, I can't move my arms," Gray sighed and tilted his head to the side. This was a disaster waiting to happen. This weird position he was in wasn't comfortable, he sensed things were only going to get more uncomfortable as the night went on.

The more he tried to escape, the more entangled he got. By the time Alois and Juuzou got back, he was thoroughly trapped.

The blonde and the white-haired male opened the door to find Gray like this, "welcome back," he tried to say. A ribbon had gotten in his mouth so it sounded more like a bunch of mumbles.

"Hmm? What was that?" Juuzou spoke, "you had trouble thinking of a present so you wrapped yourself instead?"

Alois snickered, almost certain that wasn't what Gray had said, "oh Gray, you shouldn't have," Alois teared up, playing along, "how did you know that was what I have always wanted?"

"You mean what I have always wanted," Juuzou argued. Gray sweat dropped, looking up at the two. He silently cursed his curiosity and clumsiness and tried once more to escape the prison he had crafted for himself.

Alois appeared behind him and Juuzou in front. They both smiled devilishly and attacked their 'present'.

The ribbon around his mouth slipped off, "this isn't fair!" he complained squirming. With the two hugging him tightly, squirming only made things worse. Alois toyed with his chest, while Juuzou worked down below.

The blonde repositioned the ribbon, covering his mouth once again, "you wouldn't want the servants to hear you, would you? Or are you into that sort of thing?"

Gray panted, tilting his head to the side.

This wasn't how he was planning to spent the night.