Twas the night before Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone who celebrates it, and happy holidays to those who don't. I have plans for one christmas story (other than this little thing I threw together in a couple of MONTHS, have I mentioned I'm bad at poetry?) I hope you enjoy. For those of you wondering who goes where there's a list at the bottom in order of the couples mentioned.

BTW I hope you all enjoy the new blog layout!

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Carey was sleeping in a bed with his Deer, or so he did think but his mate was not near.

Yes, he was nestled all warm and asleep, but his love was downstairs on quiet hooved feet. Stockings he stuffed and presents he wrapped, for his dear mouse to open when he woke from his nap.

When out in the lawn there arose such a clatter, as death and his horsemen galloped in from everafter. They looked upon Carey and Ethan as they slept, coming out from the shadows the horsemen had krept.

“I don’t understand this tradition,” said Pest. “Your once human nature has, for too long, been at rest.” Death did explain the tradition to them, the memory still fresh in his now rotted brain stem.

A distance away, Cory moaned his release. Eric did smile as the whip he did cease. He knew in no time his hard on would awake, as he prepared to treat Corey to more than an ache.

“Now whips! Now Chains! Now leather! Now cum!” Eric did shout as his slave became numb. His orgasm shook him right down to the core, as Eric did kiss him and told him “good whore.”

Now farther away, Clark put Anna down quick, so he could spend time with his dear lover Nik. Nikolai swore as he wrapped presents big and tall, the spirit of Christmas not for him at all.

Clark took pleasure, in the soft little curses, until Nikolai started on the next thousand verses. “You swear too much.” Clark told his dear love, as Nikolai cursed the name of the one up above.

In snowy Colorado Arlo sat by the fire, Jake rubbed his shoulders, the sexual tension rising higher. Arlo smiled at him, enjoying their honeymoon, though he was scared it would be over too soon.

Their lips slid together and their tongues began to dance, Jake growled happily as he tugged down his pants. Arlo giggled naughtily and wiggled his hips, as Jake bent forward to bite at his lips.

“I’m dead, Shep. I don’t celebrate christmas.” Lex said, as he filed his nails. Shep finished wrapping presents, glancing at Lexs tail. “That doesn’t mean you can’t do it for me, Lex.” he said with a smile. Lex look up with a glare “Fuck you, I’m not rhyming,”

Past the stars up above a couple did stare, the people down below continued on unaware. Michael smiled down as the couples all kissed, it was one of the few feelings he really did miss.

“They’re sweet, aren’t they?” The ghostly voice said, as Avery’s thoughts appeared in his head.  “Some day they’ll join us, here up above, only to continue their undying love.”

“We’re free from hauntings, murder, death, and fright. So I end this poem now saying: Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”

Of Mice and Men

The Horsemen

Luck of the irish

Free at Last

Arlo

Angel Hunter

Geist