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At first, Daken didn't notice anything amiss when he let himself into Bucky's apartment. The trans-Continental flight from California to New York and then dealing with the chaos of the Big Apple two weeks before Christmas left him feeling vaguely irritated at the world and the whole concept of Christmas.

His adopted parents had raised him in the Shinto faith to begin with but since the age of ten, Daken had been an avowed atheist. There was no kind and benevolent God out there or even a wrath-filled one just waiting to punish you for the slightest mistakes waiting on high in the mutant's opinion. You were on your own and it was up to you to forge your own destiny.

It was the lights that gave it all away. He could see them glowing on the ceiling before he'd even entered the living room. A groan escaped the mutant as he kicked off his damp shoes and wandered down the hallway. At least Bucky's ridiculous display of 'Christmas Cheer' was fairly modest and not completely over the top.

"Those had better not be presents under that damned tree." He grumbled as he wandered into the living room in search of his so-called 'husband'. "I'm not celebrating this outdated ideal of a holiday. Not when I spent two hours trying to get from the airport because of the idiots out on the streets worshiping their own God of Capitalism."

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"They are. Luckily, I'm pretty good at staying under the radar." His other hand rested on Daken's waist, as well. "So? What'll make you feel better?" Because even for Daken, this seemed cranky.

"And you get off on thumbing your nose at them on the sly, don't lie." Daken's hand came to rest against the soldier's hip lightly in a mirrored gesture of the embrace the older man had on him. He was cranky because somehow he'd left his comfortable home on the west coast, braved holiday travels and came all the way to New York just because James happened to find the climate appealing. Or something. The mutant didn't get attached to places, what was the point? You could easily go somewhere next week and then onto better and brighter places. "I can think of a thing or two."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I do." He would be lying if he said he didn't get off on managing to escape their notice. It was part of the narcissism that made him so charming. Or so he thought.

He also got off on how super handsome his lover looked in winter wear. "Oh yeah? A thing or two like what?"

"Perverse. And that's going to blow up in your face one day. Don't look at me to rescue you when you get snagged by the Avengers or the Fantastic 4."

Daken managed a blase look when his lover repeated the words back. "One, maybe two, yes."

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He snorted. Daken had saved him in the past. Why shouldn't Bucky believe he'd save him again?

"Daisuki." He pecked the man a kiss before stepping away. "Well. If you don't tell me what those things are, I can't be any help."