Smutty Advent, Day 17

It had taken Mark three days to completely understand where the Christmas tree was, even though Pablo put it in the same place every year. He was convinced in the back of his mind that it was secretly alive and moving a few inches, every day, just to brush against him.

He was considering throwing it in the lake.

He heard whistling -- Jingle Bells -- and Pablo's footsteps coming toward him.

"Did you buy a zombie tree?"

The steps stopped and the whistling faltered, faded away. "Did I what?"

"The tree. When you bought it, did you know it wanted to eat me?"

Pablo's laughter was sweet and his lover came to him and slid both arms around his waist. "It does not."

"Does too." He leaned back, snuggled. "Stupid shifting tree."

"What makes you think it's shifting?" Pablo left soft kisses on his neck.

"I keep hitting it. When you put the ornaments on, I'm going to be dangerous."

"Huh. You don't usually run into new things more than a day or so."

"I know. See? Zombie Mark Eating Tree."

Pablo laughed for him again. "Oh, god, I love you."

"Uh-huh. Right. My lover buys a carnivorous pine out of love..." He had to smile, playing with Pablo was the best.

"Has it actually taken a bite out of you yet?"

A wicked idea bloomed in the base of his skull and he opened his arms. "You'll have to look and see."


Mark and Pablo are from Second Sight.