In a deep sleep, Kiibo snored lightly, still cradling Ouma within his arms. They hadn't moved from their previous position in fear that the other would become uncomfortable. Plus, it felt nice like this. The warmth of their bodies, colliding with the heat-trapping wool that covered them. It was bliss. Like, their own little world away from reality, where it was only them who mattered, no problems, no worries, just Ouma and Kiibo.
That was all soon broken as Kiibo was woken up from his slumber by a weight hitting his stomach. It didn't hurt, the impact just startled him. His eyes opened, rubbing the sleep from them in an attempt to clear his vision. From above, he could see a bright purple. Despite it being blurry, he could tell it was Ouma. He straddled his boyfriend's waist, bouncing up and down happily. "Kiibo, Kiibo! Wake up! It's Christmas!"
The robot smiled lazily, slightly propping himself up in his elbows. "I wonder if Santa came." His voice was still gruff and hoarse due to just waking up. It was beyond him how someone could be filled with a great amount of energy in the mornings. He didn't complain, though. It was cute seeing Ouma all excited with a blush across his cheeks. "I bet he did! I've been good all year 'round!"
Kiibo shrugged, a strange look of 'I don't know about that' across his features. It was a joke, though. He knew the boy before him was far from a bad person, quite the opposite, actually! Ouma had a heart of gold, even if he never chose to showcase it that often. He was very considerate of other people, always putting them before himself. Kiibo disliked it, as all he wanted was for his lover to be happy. That's all that mattered to him.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Ouma shook him again, hopping off and onto the floor, turning around and waiting for Kiibo to follow. It didn't take long for him to comply and eventually, with all the strength he could muster, manage to push himself out of the bed and away from their little space. He opened his mouth to speak, but already noticed Ouma was pulling him in the direction of the living room. Kiibo recalled how it was littered with decorations.
As they entered, the tree caught his eye. It sat in the corner, lights strewn throughout the pine-riddled branches and ornaments hanging from various ends. On the top, a bright, blinding star shone, illuminating the already lit tree. It was pretty, how everything seemed to work together to accessorise.
"Woah, look at all these presents!" Ouma pointed to the multiple boxes around the room, all of them wrapped in arrays of wrapping paper. "See, I told you he'd come, doofus!"
Kiibo laughed, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed across his chest. The scene before him was almost beautiful, something he had always imagined. Ouma sat there, legs crossed and a gift in his lap. "That ones from me," the taller male spoke out.
"Well, what're you doing? Don't just stand there, come over and watch me open it!" Ouma beckoned him over with his hand, shaking it furiously. Kiibo couldn't resist, and instead stepped over, taking a seat. "This better?"
"Better."
The supreme leader waited no longer before tearing the wrapping paper off in a frenzy, tossing the scraps around in all areas around the room. He didn't stop until the contents were fully revealed.
Much to his dismay, it was a box. A brown, cardboard box. It felt heavy.
Looking up, purple orbs met teal ones, giving him a look that said 'is this really all I'm getting?'
Kiibo held out his hand, pointing at the box. "You have to open it, genius."
Ouma laughed sheepishly. "Right, I knew that. I was just testing you!" And before any more questioning could continue, he gently pulled the box open and moved the protective wrappings out of the way.
Looking down, a breath caught in his throat at the sight. It was a large, metallic frame, filled with multiple pictures of both of them from the last time they met in person. Not all the slots were filled, though. Some were left empty. Kiibo pointed to them. "I left those free because I want us to make some new memories while I'm here. You'll have something to remember me by." Ouma blinked, not even noticing the tears that trailed down his cheeks until they were pointed out. The pale haired boy leaned forward, wiping away the droplets with his thumbs before pressing a reassuring kiss against his lips. "Please don't cry. I don't like seeing you cry!"
He sniffles, leaning into the touch.
"There's also this.." Kiibo handed another box to Ouma and despite his protests, reluctantly opened it. Inside, a medium sized bear lay. It was white with bright blue eyes, almost comparable to that of his boyfriends complexion. "There's something for you to hold when I'm not here. I gave him a stern talking to. He's only to keep you company, no funny business." He wagged his finger in a scolding manner.
The dictator breathed out slowly, embracing the stuffed animal. It smelled like Kiibo, looked like him - a suitable substitute for when he wasn't present. He closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of the embrace as he buried his face into the plush fur around its neck.
"I love it. Thank you..." Ouma mumbled, reaching over to give Kiibo a grateful hug. The other placed a hand on his back, rubbing it gently. "It's no problem. They aren't what you wanted, I know, I just didn't know what else to get you on such short notice.."
"I would rather have this than any lame bottle of Panta, or something!"
They both laughed, sighing before looking at the Christmas tree. The radio played in the background, carols being played on a constant loop, but they seemed drowned out as the only thing either was focusing on was the other, warm smiles and red cheeks despite the snow that covered the ground outside. Their love was strong enough to protect them from such a thing. The whole scene itself looked like it came straight from a movie with its cliche nature.
"I also got you this! I was gonna mail it to you before I knew you were on your way!" Ouma reached underneath the tree and pulled out a neatly wrapped present before handing it to Kiibo. Kiibo stared down curiously as it felt soft in his hands.
"Well, are you gonna open it?" The smaller one urged, leaning forward with the bear still in his arms. He nodded, obliging before undressing the mysterious present. Slowly a red fabric became more apart, he sighed in exhaustion as the deign was clear. It was red and had a large robot sewn into the front. The words 'Merry Christmas, and have a robo-tastic New Year' above and below it.
Ouma grinned, watching as the other slid it on. He looked uncomfortable and slightly irritated, but still went along with it for comedic purposes. "Looks good on you!" He commented, eyes closing in glee. Kiibo merely grumbled in acknowledgment before cracking a smile. "I hate you."
"I love you."
The rest of the morning was spent with exchanging gifts and calling up their friends to wish them a Merry Christmas, all of them having the same shocked reaction on their faces when they saw the two beside one another through the screen, but were still ecstatic to see how happy they both were. It was a a quiet day otherwise, them either cuddling or kissing for the thousandth time. They just couldn't get enough of each other.
Kiibo leaned down, capturing a Ouma's lips with his own. They sat infront of a blazing fire, it spitting and crackling loudly through the otherwise silent room. After about five minutes of their lips moving in sync, they both eventually pulled away, panting softly.
"Thanks for coming," Ouma looked down bashfully, a small red hue coating his cheeks. He couldn't tell if it was from the warmth of either the fire or the emotions inside of him.
"Thanks for letting me stay, and thanks for being a really good boyfriend. I know this wasn't the best one, but I hope you had a somewhat good Christmas."
Ouma giggled, wrapping his arms tightly around Kiibo's waist.
"Please don't ever leave me.."
"I wasn't planning on it."
