The Christmas Cat

The Christmas Cat

(2015 Christmas Story)

War raged across London with the East and West at odds over certain political decisions. Zeppelins from the Royal Air Defences cruised the skies, determined to keep the situation as peaceful as possible. They took to the skies every night, even as a thick, neverending fog descended over the metropolis. Travel between the sides had been halted with underground trains and buses being stopped at the unofficial borders. Hospitals were crippled under the injuries that had been sustained by protestors and political fighters. The government were doing little to reverse the decisions they had made, instead choosing to hide in fortified buildings. From north to south, rolls of barbed wire had been stretched through the city to remind all that the capital's state was fragile and unpredictable.

Winter had also settled over London, bringing with it biting frosts and drifts of snow. Despite all that was happening, the citizens of the city were doing their best to celebrate the coming festive season. Trees had been erected in homes and gifts, no matter how small, had been bought or crafted. Candles twinkled on window ledges and, where it was safe to do so, people walked the streets singing carols.

Fires burned in the hearths of a beautiful town house in the fashionable West End of London. A Christmas tree, decorated with sparkling glass ornaments, stood proudly in the front room. Beneath its boughs sat wrapped gifts. And, before the roaring fire, a clockwork cat slumbered. It brass-coloured body was scratched and burnished and the light in its belly was not as bright as it should have been. One of its glass eyes flickered, the lamp inside damaged by the war.

Yet it lived and that was all that mattered.

The cat had been built to sniff out bombs, a job it had successfully carried out for several months. One night, the cat had been caught in the blast of a device that had been hidden in a railroad carriage. The cat's internal workings had been damaged, leaving it no longer able to detect the danger it was designed to seek out. Like a broken toy the cat had been discarded, left on the street to fend for itself.

For weeks, the cat had wandered alone as it had tried to find those who had abandoned it. It had been built to not feel fear yet, deep in its wire filled body, a strange empty feeling had grown.

Then the sky had begun to burn. Zeppelins had cruised through the night, bombs falling from their bellies. The cat had smelled the cordite and felt the heat as the fire had seared through the clouds. Hiding in the rubble, the cat had waited until dawn before it had continued its journey.

London lay in ruins around the metallic creature. Tower Bridge had fallen and Big Ben was no more. Still the cat walked, trying to find somewhere safe to live out its days.

On one particularly dark and gloomy night, strong hands had plucked the cat from the street. The metal creature had found itself looking into dark, friendly eyes. Before it knew what was happening, the cat was being carried through the city and away from the nightmare that had become its life.

The animal-like automatons had been created to perform a variety of jobs. Brass birds collected and cleared rubble. Metallic spiders carefully reassembled buildings using undamaged bricks and synthetic webs. Dogs pulled survivors from the broken city and sat beside the deceased. The public had responded well to the image of animals serving them during the darkened months of the war, the creatures more of a comfort than any human-looking robot would have been.

The cat had found itself in the workshop of a very nice house. Here it had been tended to by the man's kindly hands. Wires were fixed and fittings tightened. The cat's creaking joints were repaired and oiled. Its chest was carefully opened and the energy cells and dynamos that gave the cat its power were replaced. Finally, the cat was placed back on the floor and, after stretching out its back, it walked up from the workshop and out into the house.

For several days, the cat had explored its new surroundings. As night fell, it was gently shooed in to hiding, creeping into a cupboard just as the man's children returned from school.

“I don't want them to see you until Christmas Day,” he had softly said. “They will fall in love with you the second they lay eyes on you.”

Indeed, the children already had several other mechanical animals. All had no doubt been rescued from the ruined streets of London. And, on Christmas Eve, the cat found itself curled in front of the fire with a mouse, rat, and bird nestled close by. No longer was it a collection of wires and metal. Instead it was becoming a loved and cherished family friend.

The Night Before Wintermass - A Veetu Industries Tale (Safe For Work)

The Night Before Wintermass

A Veetu Industries Tale

A chill swept in from the ocean, wrapping around peoples legs and lifting the hems of furs, cloaks, and coats. But no one seemed to notice for the most magical time of the year was upon them.

Wintermass.

The time of the year when everyone put their cares behind them. When the hatred stopped and, for a few glorious days, peace and love appeared to hang over the world.

A clear sky hung above the city of Svenfur, stars twinkling across the velveteen night. Already a frost was beginning to brush everything with her icy fingers. Yet, along the promenade, West Road, and pier was the most magical market anyone had ever seen. Stalls and fairground rides lined every possible space. Music tinkled from a number of different stages, while the smells of freshly cooked foods filled the air. At the heart of it, sitting at the entrance to the pier, was the centerpiece of the entire market.

Standing as tall as the buildings around it, the Wintermass carousel was decked in bright lights. Garlands of fir tree, dotted with lights and decorations, danced around the roof of the carousel while the music of a full orchestra sang from its heart. Curls of grey smoke billowed from its chimney and were whisked away by the wind.

But that was not what made the carousel so spectacular.

What made it beautiful and unique were the animals which adorned its four platforms. Standing before the ride, Cedo stared at it, unsure of where to look first.

Like any normal carousel, the horses rode up and down their gilded poles. Yet their limbs were jointed, legs stretching and curling while they tossed their heads, their manes streaming behind them. Real saddles sat on their backs and bridles were looped around their heads. Everyone who rode it appeared to be fall in love.

Erus stood beside him. “So what do you think?”

Looking at his Master, Cedo grinned. “It is amazing! What an incredible creation! I do believe you have outdone yourself.”

Erus smiled under the bright lights of the carousel. Cedo's approval obviously warmed the weapons designer. “I am glad. I trust you will be riding?”

“Of course! I wish to take several rides.” Still grinning, Cedo pressed himself against the redhead. “Besides, I shall have to give a fair and accurate review of it.”

Cedo looked through the crowds for Billy. The blond man had disappeared moments before, his hand raised in greeting to someone he had seen in the crowd. No doubt Billy was catching up with old friends, and Cedo could not blame him. Wintermass was the perfect time for such encounters. A chance to pass on the greetings of the season. Earlier in the day, they had paid a visit to his mother and left gifts and cards for herself and Billy's sisters. It had been good to see her. Even in what seemed like the depths of poverty, she had turned the small house into a picture of Wintermass joy. A tree had stood in the front room, decorations and candles adorning its boughs. In the kitchen, garlands had been placed above the fire, a smattering of cards balanced on the fireplace.

Suddenly the crowds around them parted and Billy, rosy cheeked from the cold, appeared. He gripped an earthenware mug in one hand, tendrils of steam curling from the mouth.

He grinned at Cedo. “'ave I missed anythin'?”

Chuckling, Cedo nodded toward the large carousel. “Only the greatest ride in the whole of the city.”

His lover's face fell and Billy used his free hand to hold wisps of golden-blond hair from his face. “You 'aven't.”

“Not without you, no.” Cedo grinned and looked at the mug. “Drink up and we shall ride.”

Billy drank whatever it was he had brought and handed the empty vessel to a passing automaton. The metal being nodded at them as it continued on it path through the jostling crowds. Cedo saw the emblem of Erus' company embossed on the machine's shoulder; an outstretched claw of with a mouse crouching in its palm.

A burly man dressed in red furs took the coins they offered. Stepping through a small gate, Cedo looked up at the great machine before them. It embodied everything that Wintermass was about. From the sparkling decorations which danced around the roof to the jangling music to the faint smell of cinnamon and roasted apple.

Peering closer, Cedo discovered where the scent was coming from. Oil burners were attached to the sides machine’s engine, allowing it to give off festive scents as opposed to the usual acrid smell of burning coal.

His heart beat a little faster as they climbed aboard the carousel. Turning to Billy, he asked, “Which level would you like to ride?”

“’ow about the top ‘un? That way we can look out over the city.”

With a smile and a nod, Cedo made his way to gilded staircase which wound its way to the upper levels. They passed through the first level and continued on to the top. The sight was breathtaking. Beneath them, all of Svenfur was laid out. In the distance they could see the shadows of the factories, plumes of grey smoke still billowing into the dark night. Lights flickered on streets and, beside the Terminus, they could see the city’s giant Wintermass tree. A glowing star sat atop it and lights glittered on its boughs. From the sea, the cool wind made its presence known against their exposed skin.

Walking around the uppermost level, Cedo selected a horse of red. It had a golden mane and tail with ribbons wound into the silken strands. Its leather bridle and saddle were also decorated in gold and stirrups hung down its sides.

Swinging himself on to the back of the horse, Cedo gripped the reins and waited. Beside him, Billy climbed onto a beast decked out in green and gold.

“Why do you think 'is royal 'ighness ain't ridin'?”

Cedo chuckled. Billy had always referred to the slightly pompous engineer with such a moniker. “Because he believes it would not do his reputation much good to be seen prancing around on his own creation.”

Billy looked at him and pursed his lips. Sliding from the horse, the blond haired man leaned over the railings.

“Oi!”

Closing his eyes, Cedo laughed as he listened.

“Yes, you. You comin' up 'ere or are you gonna catch your death down there?”

In his minds eye, Cedo could see how the exchange playing out. Beside him, Billy continued to shout down to the crowd.

“I don't care what you think. It's bloody Wintermass. Get your borin' arse up 'ere an' 'ave some fun.” There was a pause. “I know you know 'ow to 'ave fun. 'ow about givin' it a go once in a while?”

Resting his head against the wooden horse's wiry mane, Cedo laughed even harder.

“I don't care what your idea of fun is! Up 'ere. Now!”

He felt Billy brush beside him and go back to his horse. “'e's on 'is way.”

Sitting up, Cedo shook his head and grinned. “You know he will punish you for that later, do you not?”

Billy grinned at him. “I do. But at least it'll be fun. 'e knows I'm messin' around. An' secretly, deep down, 'e wants someone to tell 'im it's okay to 'ave a bit of fun.”

Around them, people edged their way on to horses and into carriages and gondolas, carefully selecting their own steeds. The crowds were a mix of young and old. All were looking for the same kind of festive magic. Behind him, Cedo heard the gold gate open and close.

“You two will be the death of me on of these days,” Erus' voice was filled with humour.

Looking at him, Cedo grinned and shook his head. “Do not be laying the blame for this at my feet.” He pointed to his lover. “You can blame that man there.”

Laughing, the red-haired man swung his legs a white and green horse. “Well, it is Wintermass. So we should give in and just enjoy the season.”

The music grew a little loud and, beneath them, the carousel juddered to life and slowly began to move. The horses rose and fell on their golden poles, their limbs stretching and curling. As with a real horse, they raised and lowered their heads, metal joints creaking inside their wooden bodies.

As the carousel picked up speed, so did the icy breeze. It whipped at hair and plucked at clothes. Beneath the riders the city and sea flashed by. The lights of the pier danced across the sea, bobbing with the waves. They could hear the voices of the people below, mingling with the music and creak of the twirling ride.

Cedo felt his excitement rise. The season of peace and goodwill to all men was upon them. For the next few days, their worries were no more, carried away by the cold and the snow. Back at the Witheybrooke house, a tree stood in the study with wrapped gifts nestling at its feet. Garlands had been wrapped around the bannisters and, from the kitchen, came the delicious smells of cooking.

It truly was the time of the year when his Master stopped thinking about how best to protect the country and discovered the joys of being able to relax. Having the redhead join them atop his own creation was just another moment for Cedo to treasure.

They had collected trinkets and food on their way through the market, the bags and baskets taken from them by automatons and whisked away home. Breads made with ginger and tree decorations sprinkled with gold. Mugs of mulled cider and beer had been consumed, the alcohol swirling through their brains and warming their bodies. Now it woke them, the laughter of the three men whisked away on the cold air as the horses danced above the city and sea.

Eventually the carousel began to slow. The horses fell on their golden poles and people began to leave. Sliding from his own steed, Cedo took a final look over the sea. Below them, the waves lapped at the shore and the pier and music whispered up to them. From his vantage point, he watched people wander along the boards. Sometimes they stopped to look over the railings and down to the sea. Sometimes they paused just to listen to the music and admire the bright lights. All appeared to be at peace.

And Cedo felt the same as they walked from the carousel. His heart sang and his feet felt light. For once both of his lovers were at peace, their hearts singing the same Wintermass song.

Stepping from the giant wooden structure, Cedo turned his head to the sky. He smiled at the stars and the full, round moon before Erus and Billy took his hands and lead him toward their waiting carriage.

“A Merry Wintermass to all, and to all a goodnight.”

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A Mad Engineer's Wintermass

A Mad Engineer's Wintermass

A Veetu Industries Tale

Twas the night before Wintermass and all through the theatre, the bannisters were decked and the hall was filled with cheer.

The grandest theatre in all of Svenfur was celebrating the season. In the lobby of His Majesty’s Theatre, a tree stretched from floor to ceiling, decorated in fine red and gold ornaments. On its branches sat gas filled safety bulbs, the glow warm and welcoming. The golden bannisters were wrapped with greenery and ribbons, the rich red carpet dusted with snow. Modern marvels to enchant the festive audience.

Within the auditorium, the crowd roared and cheered, fuelled with the spirit of Wintermass. They sang and danced as the night engulfed the city, the magic hour close at hand.

And sitting proudly at the top of the bill was one Cedo Reilly, his name emblazoned on the marquee in black, foot tall letters. On this snow filled night, he stood astride the stage, dressed in a suit of claret red velvet, gold thread picking out a design of delicate snowflakes. Bathed in the warm light of the limes, he wove a story for the night before Wintermass, telling the audience of long dark nights, roaring fires, and a cloaked being who delivered gifts in the dead of night.

“You must keep your kitchen window unlocked,” Cedo's voice projected to the crowd, “for this is how Saint Nicholas shall enter. He is a lowly man and much prefers to use the tradesman's entrance to the front door. Do not forget that he is a lover of the poor, so leave an offering upon the table of the kitchen. Food, wine, and a small amount of money are his favoured offerings. In return, he will bless you with gifts, gifts which you shall find under the tree come dawn.”

Throughout the auditorium, decorations hung. Collections of red and gold decorations dangled from the heavens, catching the light from the stage and sending a million twinkling dancing around the house. As Cedo prepared his final speech, he glanced heavenwards and smiled. He knew what was to come, the final surprise before the clock struck eleven. For they all needed to be home before the clock reached twelve. If not, then Saint Nick would not visit.

“There is one final thing you must not forget,” he whispered loudly. Before him, the audience strained forward, their ears and eyes on him. “Saint Nick comes to us upon a sleigh pulled by six white horses. If you wish to receive gifts, you must remember to leave them a little something too.” Gazing around the full theatre, he smiled before stretching a hand above his head. “A Merry Wintermass to all, and to all a good night!”

With a snap of his fingers, the snow began to fall, slowly descending on to one and all. There were gasps and cries of glee, faces lighting with joy as it settled over the auditorium. Sweeping his hat from his head, Cedo smiled and bowed, quickly making his exit before they had noticed he was gone. It was time for the real magic of Wintermass to begin. The decorations had already been hung at the Witheybrooke house, trees, large and small, sitting in every room. The normally sombre house, one which was reserved for the coming war, was alive with Wintermass joy. The staff were happy, exchanging gifts and creating meals large enough to feed the ever growing army. Billy had disappeared for a number of days, citing Wintermass, before returning bearing brightly gift wrapped boxes, the thick paper held in place by string. They had been promptly deposited beneath a tree and nothing more said. No amount of pleading and whining from himself was going to make Billy reveal their contents.

And as for his Master... Cedo grinned as he walked through the winding corridors of the backstage. Erus had taken on a whole new persona in the days leading up to Wintermass. Not only had he assisted them in hanging the decorations, but Cedo could have sworn he'd heard the flame haired engineer humming Wintermass tunes to himself. His jolly mood had even lead him to forbidding the servants from working on Wintermass Day, ordering them to have left the house by midday so that they could travel to their families.

Reaching the door to the loading yard, Cedo pushed it open and...

Nothing.

All that the yard contained was a growing drift of snow, thick flakes floating down from the quiet sky. Beyond the walls of the large yard, he heard the sounds joyous celebrations, of people singing and being merry. Of people relaxing from a world which, in previous months, had shown them nothing but hardship. Soon it would become even harder and, for a few hours at least, they could forget it all.

Forgotten. That was how he felt. After the excitement of the past weeks, Cedo suddenly felt cold. Wrapping his heavy coat closer to him, he watched the snow, wondering where his Master and lover could have gotten to. They had accompanied him into the city, Erus making for a luxurious restaurant to celebrate Wintermass with the Patron, while Billy had made for his Mother's, eager to spend time with his family before the following day. A day when they would do nothing but relax and feast. Yet they seemed to have forgotten him.

Looking at the snow, Cedo tugged his collar up. He would have no option but to walk. It would take all night but he would be home by dawn, safely tucked beneath the piles of bedding. He would be frigid by the time he returned, but it would be worth it to celebrate Wintermass with the people he had come to call his family.

Cedo was just about to step into the snow when he heard it. Carried on the gentlest of breezes was the sound of bells. They could just be made out amid the countless voices and songs.

As if by magic, it appeared, sliding in to the yard on long, upturned golden skids. Behind the skids, he noticed six wheels, drawn up from the ground, obviously ready to be dropped should the terrain become free of snow. Pulled by six snowy white iron horses, the sled was just as white, intricate designs painted along its sides. Bells and Obtainium fired lamps dangled from the four corners, filling the air with a warm light and gentle sound. Open to the elements, the sled could carry a number of people, yet only one sat at the rear, huddled beneath blankets and furs. At the fore sat another fur covered being, a large hood pulled up around their head, the reins gathered in their hands. A long, slender whip was clutched in one hand, ready for use.

The excitement rose, his cheeks tinting red as he strained to look over the ornate creation. Was it a dream? Or was it real, his story come to life?

The being holding the reins turned and swept the hood from their head. Flame red hair tumbled around their shoulders, a stark contrast to the grey and snowy garments they wore. A grin broke his Master's normally stony face and he gestured to the sleigh behind him.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Your ride home awaits!”

Cedo laughed and stepped from the theatre, the snow cascading in to his boots. Grasping the edge of the sleigh, he pulled himself up, settling himself beside the single rider.

His happiness grew, the spirit of the season once more filling him, as the other occupant turned to him. Bright blue eyes sparkled from beneath a hood, a warm hand reaching out to briefly touch his face before it disappeared back in to the depths of its muff. Collecting cloaks and blankets from the seat, Cedo wrapped himself against the biting cold before leaning against Billy. Balmy breath touched his cheek, lips following in its wake. He smiled, eyes on the powerful, prancing horses. Steam poured from their nostrils and they tossed their heads, straining against the harness.

“'e came and got me from 'ome,” Billy murmured. “Couldn't believe it when 'e pulled up.”

Cedo chuckled and pressed himself closer to his lover's warm body. “You are not the only one.”

“My Ma made these for us.” Reaching in to a bag at his feet, Billy pulled out three knitted stockings. Each bore one of their names, and had already been filled with small gifts.

Smiling, Cedo reached for his. Quickly it was snatched away, a mischievous grin on Billy's face. “No touchin' 'til tomorrow.”

Kissing Billy's cheek, he chuckled. “You are such a tease.”

“Aye, an' don't you know it.”

From the fore came the cry of, “Walk!”, and the sled smoothly pulled away.

Turning from the yard, they slid along a snow covered road. From the pavements, people watched, their attention caught by the jangling of the bells. Cedo heard himself laugh, a sound which mixed with that of the city around them. Beside him, Billy pressed himself closer, enjoying the ride.

Cedo felt elated. Erus, his Master, had stepped from a place where he felt comfortable to create a unique and beautiful gift. For him to be at the helm, driving it through the icy streets, was another great stride for a man who considered himself to be above all others. For him to be serving another was nothing short of a splendid shock.

Slipping his hand from beneath the blankets, he reached in to the muff and wrapped his cool fingers around those of his lover's. Against his cheek, he felt Billy smile.

Around them, the city was alive. People spilled from gin houses and theatres, singing, arms linked around one another. Colourful decorations hung in windows, a million candles guiding them home. The air was filled with the smell of mulled wine and hope. Hope for a better life, for one where war did not hang over them. Songs of joy reached their ears, the words touching Cedo's heart, causing his own voice to reach to the citizens they passed. Beside him, Billy also began to sing, his voice a low, and delicious, baritone.

They rounded a corner and found themselves on Svenfur's main thoroughfare, the wide and steep West Road. Here the snow had been cleared, leaving bare cobbles. As they touched it, the sled paused and jolted. Leaning out, Cedo laughed as the skis retracted and the wheels touched the cobbles. Only an engineering genius could have devised such vehicle. With the wheels down, they joined the throngs returning to their homes, the road saturated with hansoms, steam-carriages and the brightly coloured, multi-storyed omnibuses. Horses and steam engines jostled for space, coming and going, the noise a delight to hear. For it was the sound of people returning to their loved ones for a day of merriment.

People stared at the six massive horses, their iron hooves ringing against the ground. They tossed their heads, wire manes rippling in waves, their metallic whinnies calling to their blood brothers along the road. Yet Erus barely appeared to guide them, the man-made beasts knowing the route they needed to take.

Between the Terminus and the subterranean railway station sat a tall Wintermass decoration. Made from red, green and golden wood, the four tiered carousel was alive with children, all riding one of the dazzling horses. Steam belched from the roof of the tall structure, joining the downy snow-filled clouds, jangling Wintermass music only amusing the children and watchers more. Wintermass decorations hung from the roof of the carousel, the sparkling lights turning them into strings of stars. The smokestack, Cedo noticed, was in the shape of a dragon's claw with a mouse sitting at its heart, the carousel a gift to the city from Veetu Industries. He could not help but smile.

Above the noise, people called Wintermass greetings to them, children shouted with delight as the sled powered on up the road, happiness alive and well amid the coal-scented night. They returned the wishes, laughing and waving as people chased after them. A banner hung from the Terminus, The Svenfur Terminus wishes all our citizens, both young and old, a very merry Wintermass.

They continued through the city, passed the Terminus and toward the city boundaries. Every building they rolled by was festooned with the trimmings of Wintermass, with the scents of roasting chestnuts and figgy pudding floating from a million chimneys. They rode in silence, enjoying the bite of the cold air, and the feeling of falling snow against their faces.

The sleigh swung out of the city and on to narrow country lanes. Pitching to the left, the streets and lanes disappeared to be replaced by rolling hills of freshly fallen snow, the full flickering from behind the heavy clouds, its light glistening from the fallen flakes. With a jolt, the skis were lowered and they raced across the Downs. The horses panted and chomped at their bits, the mechanical parts whirring and clicking.

Sweeping over the rolling ground, Cedo and Billy cheered with exhilaration, the wind tugging the hoods from their heads and catching their hair.

“This is extraordinary,” Cedo cried above the wind.

Beside him, Billy laughed, a fur warmed hand reaching to grasp him, pulling him in to a tight embrace. Onward they raced, the horses seeming to never tire, their endurance going beyond anything Cedo could have ever imagined. They never faltered, forever pulling them toward their home.

They careered through trees and over a frozen river, the thoughts of what was to come blown from their mind by the speed, the sleigh coasting easily over the snow, the bells wildly jangling. The lights lit their way, the bright flames catching the snow and the bare skeletons of trees. Amid them, Cedo swore he could see the shadows of Wintermass' past, their childlike hullabaloo only fuelling the one which was to come, the one which lay only a few moments away. For some, it would be their last Wintermass, their lives lost in the coming war. But they did not think of that. All they thought of was the present, of the bright day which would dawn, of gifts, of friends and family, of the love it would bring. The war was another day, in another time, and, for now, it was banished to nothing, the thrill of Wintermass chasing it to nothing. For if they could cling on to such feelings then perhaps it would not come. Perhaps the enemy would catch news of what they could do and retreat back to their icy lair.

Skimming over the brow of a hill, the Witheybrooke house came in to view. Its windows were alight with Wintermass lanterns, the warmth drawing them in. The sleigh swung down over the frozen stream and in to the garden, sliding to a halt beside the small yard.

For a moment, they sat and stared at the house, stunned in to silence.

“If you dally, you'll miss the magic hour,” Erus called.

Unwilling to break the spell, they slowly stepped from the sleigh, both giving it longing glances as their boots crunched through the heavy snowfall. It was the only noise which broke the thickness of the night, their thoughts still turned to the enchanting ride.

The house was warm and aglow with the welcoming light of gas and paper lamps. Heavy layers of furs were shed and left beside the door, the snow fading away. His Master was dressed in a suit of white, fur lining the cuffs and collar, a stark change to his normal black attire, his hair almost glowing against the bright colour. Walking past the empty servants quarters, they entered the study, Cedo and Billy murmuring with delight at the transformation. It was the one place they had not decorated, Erus refusing to let the spirit of the season permeate his sacred work space.

Intricate wax-paper lanterns adorned the shelves and desk, fashioned into five-pointed stars, trees, and the fantastical sleigh. Boughs of fir tree weaved their way around the fireplace, bows and baubles peeping from beneath the sharp scented needles. The room was filled with the delicious fragrance of cloves and mulled wine and a fire was burning in the grate. And there, beside the window, was a large pine tree adorned with ornaments.

Cedo turned to Erus. “Did you-?”

His Master leaned against the desk, a smile lighting his face. “Indeed I did.”

“You did not attend a meal, did you?”

Laughing, Erus shook his head. For once it was not a malicious sound, but one filled with love and happiness. “You are correct, I did not. But I shall not tell you how it was done.”

Placing a hand against one hip, Cedo playfully frowned. “And why not?! I demand to know the secrets of Wintermass Eve. I demand to know how this-” He gestured around the room. “And the sleigh, came in to being!”

“Then keep demanding for you shall never know.” The smile remained on Erus's face and, knowing he was not going to get any further, Cedo returned his attention to Billy.

His lover, hair wind ruffled around his face, stared in wonder at the richly decorated room. “Never 'ad anythin' like this when I was a young'un.”

He leaned close, an arm going around Billy's waist. “Yes, but you have a family, and that is what Wintermass is about.”

“True. But doesn't always mean it was good. 'specially with my father around.”

Feeling the love of Wintermass wash through him, Cedo placed a gentle kiss to Billy's cheek. “He is gone now. You do not have to worry. Your family are happier now that they are free. Do not worry, just enjoy the moment.”

Billy looked to him, a wistful smile curling his lips. Gently he slid a hand along Cedo's jaw, drawing their lips into a soft kiss. Closing his eyes, Cedo let himself melt against his mate, fingers dancing through his hair.

A hand brushed over his own head and he leaned back to look up into the emerald green eyes of his Master. Cradling the back of his head, Erus kissed him, and Cedo felt his heart swell with the affection from the two men who loved him. And he loved them just as much, blessed to feel safe and wanted. For one day, they could lay aside their jealousies and differences.

Behind them, the fireplace clock began to chime midnight. With it, came the gentle whirr of clockwork and they moved to look at the tree. Cedo and Billy gave cries of delight as it came to life, the small ornaments moving and stretching. Fairies fluttered their wings, horses and reindeer shook their heads, and tiny children swung on swings. A top the tree, the star unfolded its points and, with a shake, dispensed golden glitter across the room.

As the clock sang its final call, a flight of small, golden angels burst from inside the tree, taking flight around the room. Whirling around, their tiny voices joined to sing the praises of Wintermass, before settling back on the boughs of the tree.

Mulled wine was poured and Ma Burton's stockings were hung before the roaring fire. The lower boughs of the tree began to shake and, a moment later, and Misty bounded out, a clockwork frog caught in her jaws. Erus laughed. “It looks as though someone has already found their Wintermass gift.”

The laughter rose in Cedo and he picked her up, placing the white cat on his shoulder. She curled around his neck, dropping the frog in to his outstretched hand, purring as it gave a metallic ribbit. Draining his glass, Erus ushered them to the door.

“And now to bed. Because if you don't, then good Saint Nick will not come.”

With the thrill of Wintermass in his heart, Cedo allowed himself to be chased to bed, he and Billy curling around one another as the door was carefully closed behind them. Jumping onto the bed, Misty curled herself between them, deep, rumbling purrs shaking the bed.

What they did not see was Erus, the smile on his face, and finger raised to his lips. From beyond the door, he quietly shushed the young lovers before sweeping back down the stairs. Pulling the fur-lined hood over his head, he silently stacked the paper wrapped gifts beneath the tree, a glass of mulled wine at his side.

As the last gift was placed beneath the tree, he leaned in to the window and stared at the snow covered lane beyond the glass. Large flakes still drifted downwards, the gas lamps beneath the tree catching them and turning them, briefly, into floating stars. He was happy and he did not want the feeling to die.

“A Merry Wintermass to all, and to all a good night,” he softly whispered.

~~ The End ~~

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Lightening forked across the sky, briefly lighting the night-darkened downs. A breath later and thunder rumbled, shaking the building, while rain pounded the summer parched ground.

Sitting in the window, Cedo listened to the rain, smiling as more lightening illuminated the garden. The arched window was dappled with raindrops, each chasing the other to sill. He shivered at the sound and drew his knees to his chest. He adored stormy nights, adored listening to the rain patter against the windows. Their power and speed excited him, sending tiny shocks along his skin and spine.

Despite the rain, the house was quiet. The servants were all below stairs and Erus had left for the evening, citing some meeting he had to speak at. A wolfish grin crossed Cedo's lips and he slid from the window. While the cat is away...

It had been several long weeks since he had last held his mate in his arms. Several long, and dry, weeks. Like the summer which had tickled the grass prematurely brown, Cedo felt as if he had been left to shrivel and die in the heat of the sun. And, like the plants, he demanded to be fed.

Stripping the clothes from his back, he filled the tin bath with steaming water and slipped into its welcoming embrace. Whipping up the soap from the floor, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, his hands dropping to the water as images danced across his closed eyelids.

Stepping from the bath, he admired his nude form in the mirror before slipping into black breeches, a white, collarless shirt and a black embroidered tailcoat. Standing before the mirror, the grin never left his lips as he ran the brush through his hair. Heavy waves of honey-blond hair fell around his shoulders and down his back, framing his face and giving him an almost heavenly appearance.

Almost.

Mischief glimmered in his hazel eyes, the storm energising him. Creeping from the room, Cedo made his way along hallways and winding corridors, skin tingling as thoughts of what was to come danced through his mind.

Easing open the door to the cellar, he stood at the brow of the steps and listened. Sounds of groaning metal and muted curses reached his ears and the grin only widened. It was time to play, time to break the work monotony.

Creeping down the steps, he hid in the shadows that crept along the walls. In the heart of the carved, stone room, stood Billy. His sun-blond hair was braided down his back and his work clothes were stained with grime, once white sleeves rolled to his elbows. A machine of monstrous proportions towered over him, four legs splayed outwards so he could reach the parts he needed. Strong fingers moved back and forth, lacing wires before fitting them back into the great fighting machine. The guns attached to its sides lay silent, hanging towards the floor and the head of the beast was strained upwards, showing off an array of wires and pistons. Soon, armour plating would be added and the great, clomping machine would be sent to the front line.

But that would come later. A lot later. For on this dark and stormy night, Cedo had other plans. Plans which did not involve cabling and cannons.

Sneaking behind Billy, he wrapped his arms around his waist, lips finding the soft nape of his neck. Nipping and kissing, he savoured his mate's scent. Strong, masculine and musky; Billy reeked of everything he adored.

Swinging the access panel back into place, Billy peered over his shoulder, innocent wonder in his eyes. Oh, he had no idea what was coming. No idea what Cedo had planned.

“Y'all right, Cedo?”

Chuckling, he nipped at the soft skin, not caring that he was saturating himself in the stench of the worker bee. He wanted to be a part of that aroma, wanted to feel it seeping from his pores, a reminder of the man he loved.

“Bored.” He licked his lips before touching the tip of his tongue to Billy's throbbing jugular. “It is raining. I refuse to go out in this. Besides.” He tugged Billy away from his task. “Erus is out and it has been a long time. Too long...”

Sighing, Billy wiped his hands on his already filthy trousers and turned to face Cedo. Reflected in gem-like blue eyes, Cedo could see the lust which had set his face, eyes gleaming with the potential of what was to come. He wanted to ease out of his clothes and feel the power that was trapped within his lover's body. Wanted to feel the emotions only he could awaken.

Linking his arms around Billy's neck, he gently kissed him, coaxing him away from the lumbering cannon and towards the wheeled desk. Kicking on the brakes, Cedo leaned against it, legs slyly spreading as he pulled his lover into his embrace. Lips quickly slid together, kisses quickly becoming hot. Rugged fingers slid along the hem of his clothes, seeking out his skin. He shivered and moaned, writhing beneath the teasing onslaught. How desperately he wanted to remove the constricting garments and feel the air against his skin.

Lips moved from his and to his neck, drawing skin between teeth. Clenching his teeth, Cedo hissed, his head falling to one side and exposing his throat. He wanted to be marked, wanted the world to see he was owned. Billy's arms tightened around him, pulling him from the desk.

A rough growl filled his ear. “Take ya britches down.”

The words made him shiver, the hackles on his neck rising. Already his cock was beginning to stir, his skin tingling. Wriggling from Billy's tight embrace, he pushed the restricting garment to the floor, never blushing as he stepped out of it. There was no need for embarrassment; they both wanted what was about to happen. Cedo's eyes slid along Billy's tall, taunt body, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the growing bulge in the other's trousers.

Wrapping his hands around his naked hips, he stood, legs spread, and watched Billy kick a stool from behind the desk. Its wheels clacked over smooth floor, stopping before him. With a smirk which mirrored Cedo's, Billy sat himself and patted his knee. Knots of excitement wrapped in his stomach, his cock throbbing as he moved. Placing his hands on floor, he slid himself over Billy's knee, his erection rubbing teasingly against rough fabric. His hair brushed the floor, a screen which gave him a view of only grey floor while fingers gently folded his shirt and jacket into the small of his back. He was fully, and scarily, exposed.

Never had he been in such a position and it gave him an odd mix of vulnerability and security. Despite his mother never laying so much as a hand to him, he felt oddly at home with his rear in the air.

Billy never said anything. Fingers began to crawl over his exposed flesh, cupping and squeezing his buttocks. Squirming, he mewled as a thick digit found its way along his crack and to his sensitive entrance. Bracing himself, Cedo rose, encouraging it to slide in and find the spot that would make him howl. Instead, Billy placed a hand in his back, pushing back to his lap. His lover's erection was evident, pressing into his belly, and Cedo wondered how long it would be before Billy caved and took him.

Then it came, an open-handed slap which cracked against his skin and made him squeak. Yet, as the slight pain abated, it left behind the most wonderfully warm feeling, a feeling which left him craving more. Again the fingers searched his flesh, exploring and discovering, sliding over ticklish skin. His breath came in tiny gasps and he waited, impatiently.

Another smack, another gasp and another wash of warmth. To be laid out and punished in such a way had a homely feel to it and he imagined how Billy would have looked, stretched over his mother's knee and taking a spanking. The thought made the feelings grow and his cock twitch. He mewled and rubbed himself against the torturous lap.

Again and again the hand came, sending vibrations through his thighs and straight to his cock. Cedo gasped and moaned, pushing himself forward with every slap. He wanted to feel his orgasm bloom and explode, taking him over and washing him away on the joyous release. It had been too long since Billy and he had last done anything remotely loving. There had been the odd stolen kisses but, beneath the demanding gaze of their Master, they were few and far between. Now they had the opportunity to be with one another even if it was in the depths of the cellar.

Above him, Billy growled. “Get up.”

Dazed, he slid from Billy and to his knees. His vision came and went, his eyes heavy. Hands were offered and Cedo got to his feet. He allowed himself to be moved to the desk, his hands placed on the varnished, well worn surface. His hips were moved and his back dipped, his buttocks once again in the air. Never did he protest, just allowing Billy to do whatever he wanted.

Behind him, Cedo heard his mate undress, clothing dropped to the cool floor with a swish. Calloused hands gripped his hips and his buttocks were spread. A groan he did not realise he was holding rumbled from his chest as Billy's long, thick cock finally slid into him. Cedo felt his knees begin to give way but Billy was not going to let him go anywhere, his hands supporting him. This was what he had been waiting for. He had been waiting to be filled, waiting for rough, yet gentle, hands to hold him, carcass him, love him.

And then Billy moved with slow, languid thrusts. Unlike their Master, Billy treated Cedo with a love and respect he had never known. Their moments together were filled with everything Cedo had ever dreamed of. Billy was his and he was Billy's.

Arching his neck, he gazed at Billy, a slow smile on his lips. Watching his mate brought him great pleasure. Knowing that he was producing such feelings made him far happier than he ever thought he would be. Billy returned his gaze, his lips twitching into a smile and his sky-blue eyes glazed with lust.

Giving a nod, Cedo lowered his head and arched his back. A breath later and Billy picked up the pace, rutting into him. Both growled and howled, Cedo's fingers scratching splinters from the desk. He cried to Billy, begged him to end the relentless onslaught of unfulfilled pleasure. A hand crept along his back, over his flank and to his aching cock. Fingers closed around it, forming a fist, and pumping him in time to their movements.

A second later and it was over. Throwing his head back, Cedo howled his lover's name, his body going rigid as he spent himself. He felt Billy reach orgasm, spending himself deep inside of him. Panting, they clung to the feelings of freedom that flowed over them, holding onto them before falling into each other's arms.

Outside the storm still raged. In the shadow of the great machine, Cedo and Billy fell into each other's arms and gave themselves over to the spirit of the youthful night.

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Cedo and Billy feature in the Veetu Industries series. Book 1, Mars On The Rise, will be available in January 2012. For more info, visit http://www.facebook.com/Veetu.Industries