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The Twelve Days of Quatre	By : presserkun Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Trowa/Quatre Views: 752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Category: 4x3, romantic silliness, and a good deal of fun and funny sex.

Warnings: Just a lot of innuendo and graphic sex, but nothing truly hardcore.

Spoilers: None

On the first day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

A condom in a jock strap.

Tuesday, December 14, AC 202

Blustery wind whipped Trowa's long bangs away from his face as he answered the door. A moment later he was on the couch, opening a small box from his lover, Quatre Winner.

Why the delivery? We see each other almost every day.

Inside were a bright red ActiveMan Three-Way Swimmer's Jockstrap and a condom with a smiley face on the packaging. A note from Quatre read,

Be wearing the strap when I see you tonight. And pocket the condom, of course.

A winky face inside a large, florid letter Q at the end of the note smiled up at Trowa.

What the hell? We're having dinner at my parents, for chrissakes.

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On the second day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Two lace panties

And a condom in a jock strap.

Wednesday, December 15, AC 202

Rain met Trowa as he answered the door. He signed for the package, this one almost the same size as the one from yesterday, and rubbed his hands together as he traveled once again to the couch with the box under an arm.

Again?

Inside was a packet from Victoria's Secret containing two lace-trimmed bikinis, one hot pink, the other a pale plum, and a holiday-green condom tucked inside a jockstrap, this one a deep gold color. Another note from Quatre read,

Sorry about ruining the jockstrap last night. It wouldn't have ripped if you hadn't struggled, you know. I mean, your parents weren't going to come in while we were "watching a movie." They were both busy cleaning up after dinner. And besides, the den's all the way at the back of the house.

Oh, well, no matter. Now you have a replacement, a fresh condom, and the panties you'll need for tonight. Wear the hot pink under those really tight low-rise jeans I like. We'll use the pretty plum ones as backup.

Trowa dropped the note on top of the panties. It was signed like the one from yesterday with a winky face inside a large, florid letter Q.

The fuck? We're double dating with Heero and Duo tonight. Why would . . . --Hey! Backup? For what?

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On the third day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Three French ticklers,

Two lace panties,

And a condom in a jock strap.

Thursday, December 16, AC 202

"Someone seems to like you," the FedX man said, eyeing Trowa's lithe frame as he took a slightly larger package from the handsome delivery man.

"So it seems," Trowa said, yawning as he scrawled his name. "Thanks."

On the couch, Trowa found another condom-and-jockstrap combo, two more pairs of Victoria's Secret panties, this time Chantilly lace boy shorts, one turquoise, the other black, and a three-pack of French ticklers in a trio of colors. Trowa broke open the shrink wrap and ran his fingers over the nubby protrusions of one of the novelty condoms through the packaging then dropped it back into the box and picked up Quatre's note.

Last night was such fun, Trowa! I think Heero liked it even though he didn't say a word, and I know that Duo was turned on. Who would have thought our closest friends would be excited by watching me undress you, especially in the men's room at Steadman's? Well, I guess that's why Steadman's has those extra-large stalls, to accommodate, um, groups. And everyone was well aware of how excited you were!

Trowa stopped reading and blushed, remembering how Quatre had insisted on treating Heero and Duo to drinks at Steadman's after dinner, how he had gotten a little drunk, a little excited, and had dragged all four of them into the men's room to "show Heero and Duo something."

The "something" had been Trowa's lace-trimmed bikini panties.

Trowa shook his head, wondering at how he let Quatre persuade him to do so much that his upbringing and common sense would have no part of. He smiled a bit and finished reading.

Anyway, I was so turned on by exposing you--well, at least your panties--to our friends. Does that make me a pervert?

And I'm glad we didn't need the backup panties, but still, it was good to have them on hand. (You never know where these things will lead, do you?) You can save them for later.

The French ticklers you'll need for tonight, of course. The boy shorts are because I liked them when I saw them online. I think they'll look great on you. Pick your favorite pair to wear for me tonight, please? And the condom and jockstrap are sort of becoming a tradition. I think I'll send them with each package, just for fun.

Trowa dropped the note and sighed.

French ticklers? I've never used one. They look kind of kinky, but--my god, there's no way--not tonight! We're attending Relena's annual tree-trimming party.

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On the fourth day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Four yaoi mangas,

Three French ticklers,

Two lace panties,

And a condom in a jock strap.

Friday, December 17, AC 202

"Is this turning into one of those 'Twelve Days of Christmas' things?"

Trowa shrugged at the FedX guy, who unabashedly looked him over. He was becoming bolder with each delivery.

"Dunno. Maybe."

"Whatever. Not that I mind seeing you each day." He winked. Trowa held back an eye roll.

From this box, easily twice the size of the first one he received, Trowa pulled the now-expected condom and jockstrap and pitched them to one side on the couch. More panties in more colors and another three-pack of French ticklers were on top of Friday's offering.

At the bottom of the box was a second package wrapped in plain brown paper. It felt heavy.

Trowa ripped off the paper and found four slick magazines from June Manga: Passionate Theory, Hot Limit, One Night Lesson, and Love Control. He dropped them back into the box and read Quatre's latest note.

God, Trowa, you get hotter every day. The boy shorts really turned me on--I hope they turned you on, too--and the French tickler was fantastic. If you ever let me top, you'll see what I mean.

And don't worry about Relena. She almost never goes in the pantry, and the kitchen staff was already gone, so I think we were pretty safe.

Did you find it as erotic as I did to be fucking just a few feet away from more than twenty of our friends while they trimmed the tree in the living room? And while you were trimming your own tree inside of me?

Anyway, there's a lot of the usual stuff in this package, but the manga are important. I sent four because I couldn't decide--I like them all! But the one you simply must read before we go out tonight is One Night Lesson. Page thirty-three is what we'll be doing tonight at the Preventers annual Christmas party.

Trowa found One Night Lesson and flipped to page thirty-three. His eyes bulged. He dropped the manga and stood.

Well, I can't say this stuff doesn't excite me, but this is getting dangerous. I can't imagine that Lady Une won't find out . . .

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On the fifth day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Five golden cock rings,

Four yaoi mangas,

Three French ticklers,

Two lace panties,

And a condom in a jock strap.

Saturday, December 18, AC 202

"Two boxes this time, huh? Someone must really--"

"Yes," Trowa said pointedly, "my boyfriend and I love each other very much."

"Oh. Well, sign here, please."

On the couch again. As he opened Saturday's package, Trowa was still grinning at how the FedX guy's face had fallen when he interrupted the boy's fumbling come-on attempt.

Well, let's get this out of the way.

He ripped into the larger box and quickly lifted out the condom, jockstrap, panties, and ticklers, piling them with the unused ones in one corner of the couch.

Another heavy brown package contained more manga, these even more provocative: Total Surrender, Love Recipe, Shy Intentions, and I'll Be Your Slave.

Trowa dropped them back into the box and set it on the floor, kicking containers from previous deliveries aside to make room. He lifted the smaller parcel to his lap.

Heavy, but small.

After a short pause, he opened it. Inside was a jewelry box of black leather, buttery smooth to the touch. Trowa raised the lid and found five gold-plated cock rings in various sizes nestled in thick royal purple velour.

"Oh, my," he whispered.

He closed the box, put it on the coffee table, and read Quatre's note.

Wasn't the Preventer's annual Christmas party a blast? Since I don't work there, that was my first time on the sixth floor. I had no idea they had such a lavish setup for entertaining.

And Trowa, sweetheart, you performed magnificently, just like the manga page I told you about. I've always had this fantasy about the photocopier room, and we're really lucky that it wasn't on the floor with the party.

I have to say, though, that glass platen gets hot. Though I can't really tell whether it was from the light as we ran pictures of my ass getting bonked or just my blood boiling as you pummeled me.

And don't worry--I tell you that in every note, don't I?--I think we cleaned up all the cum. Yeah, the buttons on the copier are a bit sluggish, but I don't think anyone will notice.

Well, on to tonight, right? The cock rings are gold! Can you believe they make something like this? I just knew they were for us when I saw them. Bring them all, and any of the other stuff we haven't used yet that you think we might need. Since tonight's going to be just us, we can really do a lot.

Trowa looked up from reading and sighed.

He was glad the week long spate of parties and dinners was over. He was really looking forward to being alone with his lover. The "cabin," as Quatre called it, was secluded, and though it was a long drive to the lake, he knew that they'd be able to sleep in, since the next day was Sunday.

He picked through the pile of gifts from Quatre and selected an assortment of panties, ticklers, and two of the more provocative manga, then added the jewelry box of golden cock rings to the stack, placing all on the far side of the coffee table.

He stood, stretched, and went to change.

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On the sixth day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Six gay ganders,

Five golden cock rings,

Four yaoi mangas,

Three French ticklers,

Two lace panties.

And a condom in a jock strap.

Sunday, December 19, AC 202

"Trowa? You awake?"

Quatre pushed up from silk sheets and propped himself on an elbow, then nudged the tall, muscular boy in bed beside him. Trowa opened one eye. Fingers appeared from beneath the sheets and down comforter to brush his long brown hair away from his face. He grunted softly.

"Ah-um?"

"Listen, I'm so sorry, love, but I've had a call from Jared. He says the Logan City deal is coming unglued, so there's no way out except for me to show up personally and set things back on track."

"You've got to go to Australia? Shit."

"Please don't be mad."

Trowa sighed, yawned, turned over on his back and stretched. The covers slipped down to reveal his well-defined pecs sporting soft, dark nipples above firm abdominals dusted with a scattering of fine, burnt-gold hairs.

Quatre sat up and crossed his legs. One strap of his teddy, a pale canary yellow and quite see-through, slipped off a shoulder. He dipped a finger into Trowa's navel and dragged it upward to his sternum.

"I'm not mad, Quatre. Disappointed, but not mad."

Quatre withdrew his hand. He pushed up the strap of his negligee.

"Look, I know these people. I won't be gone but forty-eight hours. I promise."

"So . . ."

"Everything's taken care of. Jared has the copter on its way, so I'll be leaving in about an hour. Stay here as long as you like today." Pause. "You don't mind driving back alone?"

"Nah. I'll be fine."

"You sure you're not mad?"

"After last night? Are you kidding?"

Quatre blushed brightly as he remembered what they had done.

"Well, it was quite a romp, wasn't it?"

"Especially the part in the kitchen."

"Yeah, I know!" Quatre's eyes sparkled. "I'm really glad I thought of the pastry tube. And I was afraid we'd run out of frosting, but we did just fine.

"And I do love butter cream frosting," Quatre said, his eyelids dropping a bit. He put his finger in his mouth, then rubbed one of Trowa's nipples with it.

Trowa smiled, shivered. "Tickles." Pause. "My favorite, I think, was when we did it on all those throw pillows in the game room, with both of us wearing two cock rings each."

Quatre laughed. "God, I thought I'd never cum. It was deliciously painful."

"And painfully delicious, too."

Quatre leaned over to kiss Trowa, who willingly responded, then gently pushed his lover back.

"If you're leaving in an hour, you'd better get moving."

"Right."

Quatre uncrossed his legs and slid off the bed. As he padded toward the bath, he said over his shoulder, "Oh, and make sure you're back before five, at least. You don't want to miss today's delivery."

Trowa's eyebrows shot up. He pushed up to support himself on an elbow.

"Today? It's Sunday. How'd you get--no, never mind."

Quatre stopped, turned, smiled.

Trowa's expression darkened as another thought came to him.

"Quatre," Trowa growled slowly, "I thought you were just sending gifts for this week--you know, for all the parties we had to attend."

Quatre's smile broadened.

"Well, I can't resist this--this whole Twelve Days of Christmas thing. I mean, it's fun, isn't it?"

Trowa fell to the mattress, closed his eyes, and groaned.

Quatre walked back to the bed, the lacy edge of his sheer teddy tickling his thighs.

Trowa opened his eyes and said, "You know, the twelve days are supposed to begin on Christmas Day, not end on it."

Quatre reached the bed, put palms on it, and leaned over, his nose coming almost to rest on Trowa's.

"Yeah, but I don't care. This is more fun."

"Well, there's one thing unexpected that's come out of this."

Quatre cocked his head to one side.

"I've really gotten to know the FedX guy."

Quatre pushed against the bed, straightened up.

"What?"

"Had to burst his bubble yesterday and let him know all these packages were from my boyfriend, you see."

Quatre put hands on hips and smiled. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well . . . "

"Don't worry. You're not about to be replaced."

Quatre's P. R. smile, complete with closed eyes and all teeth showing, was quickly replaced by eyes wide open and giggles as Trowa leaned over and poked him in the belly.

"Scoot. You'll be late."

Quatre ran laughing to the bath.

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When Trowa arrived at his apartment, the winter sky was congested with snow-laden clouds diffusing weak sunlight. As he parked he saw several crates and packages stacked in front of the door.

What the hell has he done now?

Trowa entered through the kitchen door in the garage, keeping his coat, hat, and gloves on, and headed straight for the front door. A bill of lading was stapled to one of the crates. Trowa tore it loose and read. He dropped the bill and yelled:

"What the fuck?"

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"I don't fucking care if he's meeting with the Queen." Pause, then louder. "Yes, of England, damn it! Just get him on the phone. Now!"

Trowa tried to calm himself as he paced the den, weaving between six crates, each containing one Embden male goose.

"Trowa, can't this wait? Negotiations are at a really delicate stage, and--"

"What the fucking hell were you thinking? Geese? What in the name of Zeus Almighty am I supposed to do with six fucking geese?"

Quatre laughed, glad he wasn't within arm's reach of his lover.

"That's actually the point. They're all male, and they're all gay."

"Wha--What?! Excuse me?"

"They're Embden geese--just common domestic geese, but they're famous for being gay. Well, not all of them, but there was this famous couple of gay ganders at the Washington zoo¹ that made headlines a few years back, and I had Jared look into it. It's not that uncommon among geese, it turns out. So I thought it'd be fun if I found some that were, um, cohabiting--you know, three couples so there'd be six for the song, and--"

"And what?! What the hell did you think I'd do with them?"

"Um . . . let them screw each other?"

One beat of silence, then two.

And three.

Then:

"I cannot believe you!"

"Oh, don't worry. When I'm back on Tuesday, we'll figure something out. Just have fun with them till then."

"Wha--have--fun?"

"No, not like that, dummy."

Trowa sputtered. "I didn't mean--"

"Just let them out. They need to move around."

"In the house?" Pause. "For fuck's sake, Quatre . . ."

"Oh, and I did have feed sent for them, so you won't have to go out and buy anything or figure out what they eat." Pause. "Check the box with the other gifts--you know, the jock strap, panties, ticklers--I sent another set of all that, just like the song says to do."

Trowa sighed, covered his eyes with one hand.

"Great."

"Don't worry, sweetie, it's just a bit of innocent fun. Think of the stories we'll be able to tell one day."

"You're assuming," Trowa said, his voice suddenly quite low, "that you'll be alive after Tuesday."

"Spread papers on the garage floor and put the feed out. If they damage anything--"

"I know you'll replace it, Quatre. But that's hardly the point."

"You're just a spoilsport."

"You're just--incredible," Trowa said with a loud sigh of exhaustion.

"Thanks!" Trowa could hear Quatre's smile. "Listen, I really have to go. I'll see you Tuesday night."

Trowa flipped his cell closed. He pocketed it, then looked at the ceiling and screamed.

Six gay ganders joined the chorus from the confines of their crates.

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Final part up in a few days.

¹True story. Here's the link: http://tinyurl.com/927km4
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