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Thawing Jack Frost	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 922 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Thawing Jack Frost
- 1
“I still say it's ridiculous and has to be a joke!”
A dark brow lifted. “I've never known Commander Une to joke.”
“It's absurd. She should have never made that announcement. And since when are office parties held at hotels?” Wufei glared at the calendar proclaiming the office party for that evening. He'd tried to pretend if he ignored it long enough; the announcement that it would be a costume party would be rescinded. But it hadn't and part of him wondered if it wasn't some cruel joke and the one who came up with the ridiculous idea would sit back and laugh as those who fell for it came dressed in ludicrous outfits.
“So, what are you going as?” Trowa asked.
He glared at the man. “I'm not dressing up.”
“You have to,” Heero said, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Then I won't go.”
“It's mandatory,” Trowa reminded him.
Heero chuckled. “It won't be that bad. Just put on some antlers and come as a reindeer.”
Wufei snorted and shoved to his feet, storming from the break room. Trowa looked to Heero. “Who do you think it was that suggested it to Une? Duo?”
He stood and shook his head. “Nope.”
Trowa's eyes widened. “You know who it was.”
“Sure do.”
Trowa followed him out of the break room. “Well?”
He sipped his coffee and shook his head. “I promised I wouldn't tell.”
“I see,” Trowa said and let it go. “Are you ever going to tell me what our costumes are?”
He threw a sultry smirk over his shoulder, the one that Trowa was sure Duo had helped the Japanese man to perfect while he was, 'quote; 'teaching him to be human', unquote'. “Ever wonder if Santa had any... inappropriate interactions with his elves?”
Emerald eyes narrowed and Trowa leaned down to nip at his ear. “Not all of them.”
Heero ducked into his office, chuckling softly. Duo was sitting at his desk, twisting his chair back and forth as he gazed at his computer screen. He glanced to his partner. “What's funny?”
“Trowa and I were discussing our costumes.”
Duo grinned. “I'm gonna be Dasher.”
“And how will anyone know which reindeer you're supposed to be?”
He rolled his eyes. “By the collar, of course.”
Heero sat in his chair. “Of course.”
Duo swirled his chair around to face Heero, studying his partner. It had taken him the better part of two years after the war to get the Japanese man to see that he didn't have to simply live by his emotions, that it was okay to actually express them from time to time. Another year later saw the Japanese man finally agreeing to go on a date with Trowa.
Duo smirked, and two years later, Heero was as close to normal as he'd ever get and happily living with Trowa. Heero felt eyes on him and glanced to his partner. “What?”
He shrugged. “Nothing. Just taking in the wonderful transformation.”
Heero grunted. “Give yourself a damn cookie, already.”
Duo chuckled and turned back to his own computer.
******
Wufei stared down at the package in his doorway as if it might explode at any moment. He kicked at it softly with his toes and heard nothing but cloth rattle. Deeming it at least somewhat safe, he lifted it and carried it inside his apartment. He glanced at the label and groaned. 'Daisy's Costume Apparel' screamed up at him and he was sure, once again, that someone had twisted Une's arm to come up with the theme for the office Christmas party.
With trepidation, he lifted the lid and onyx eyes widened impossibly. He dropped the box to the coffee table and escaped to the kitchen, pouring himself a drink that consisted of far more orange juice than vodka, but provided enough alcohol to calm his frazzled nerves. There was no way he could go anywhere dressed like that!
His cell rang and he pulled it from his pocket, not bothering to look at his caller ID. “Chang.”
“Did you get your costume? Does it fit all right?”
His mouth flapped silently for a moment before he found his voice. “Yuy! Did you do this!? Why?”
“No, it wasn't my doing. I was simply asked to make the call to find out if the costume fits.”
“Who?” he demanded. “Why are they intent on humiliating me? And why the hell are you helping them?”
“They're not trying to humiliate you. They're trying to get your attention.” He was silent for a moment. “And make sure you put everything on just as the directions demand.”
He flushed. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you need to learn to live a little.”
He grunted. “I AM living.”
“No,” Heero's voice came sad and wistful, “you're just passing the days in one random act to the next. Life isn't missions, Wufei. It's what we do with the time we're given.”
Wufei sucked in a breath. “Please, Heero, I can't do this right now.”
“Yes, you can. Put on the damn costume and get to the hotel. We'll take it from there.”
The line went dead and Wufei groaned. Why couldn't he have had normal friends? He lifted the contents of the box and went to his bathroom. After a quick shower, he donned the costume, with mental promises to beat the hell out of whoever sent it to him. He drove to the hotel where the office party was taking place and sat in his car for a long time.
After watching ten or fifteen Preventers enter the hotel in outlandish attire, he decided that, at the very least, he wouldn't be the only fool. He pulled his long coat tight about him as he exited his car. He moved toward the entrance, watching the 'toy train' that held at least five agents fumble their way towards the entrance. He held the door as they entered and followed.
“Your coat?”
He looked at the agent who was dressed like a nutcracker. “I'll keep it,” at the stern gaze he received, he added, “for now.”
He moved into the ballroom on pins and needles, feeling like an idiot for the costume he wore beneath the long pea-coat. His face felt tight where he'd actually applied to glitter to his cheek bones. He idly wondered why he had bothered with the accessories, putting on the damn costume was embarrassing enough.
He gazed over the sea of bodies on the dance floor. He snorted softly as he saw Quatre and Duo, both in skin-tight brown pants and shirts, with short tails, antlers, and collars about their necks. Of all the other reindeer to be seen, their costumes were a tad more... alluring. He found Trowa and Heero and his eyes widened. Trowa's spin on Santa was definitely out of the ordinary, and children across the world would be scarred for life if they saw St. Nick necking with one of his elves.
His attention was drawn back toward his 'reindeer friends' as they began moving toward him. He fell back a step, not sure of the expressions on their faces. Quatre smiled and gripped the lapels of his coat. “You really don't need this.”
He held it tighter. “Oh yes, I do. I look like an idiot.”
Duo rolled his eyes and the two of them had his coat off in record time and disappeared into the mass of people. He hugged his arms around his middle, feeling incredibly... naked.
He gasped as he was spun around and pulled into strong arms. “Trowa, what are you doing?”
Emerald eyes sparkled with mirth. “It's called dancing, Wufei.”
He grunted. “You have Heero to dance with,” he muttered as he was moved across the floor.
Trowa shrugged. “I dance with him all the time.”
Wufei dropped his eyes, studying the 'Santa' outfit he wore. “Who ever heard of a skinny Santa?”
Trowa chuckled. “Heero picked it out.”
He twirled Wufei and the Chinese man found himself passed into the arms of an elf, or rather, Heero dressed as one. “What is the meaning of this?” he growled.
Heero smirked. “You're not enjoying yourself?”
“Who would enjoy being manhandled?”
“If you'd relax it wouldn't feel so much like manhandling as it would having a good time.”
He grunted. “Who put you up to this?”
“You'll find out soon enough.”
He sighed as he was passed on yet again, into Quatre's arms. The blond shook his head. “Relax, Wufei.”
He took a breath. “That's a little difficult when everyone is treating me like... like... I don't know.”
Quatre smiled softly. “Like you're the center of the universe? For one night, at least.”
He flushed and dropped his eyes to the floor. “Why?”
The blond grinned and spun him around to pass him off to Duo. Wufei shook his head slightly. “Much more of this and you're going to make me dizzy.”
Duo laughed. “Sorry.”
“Why are you guys doing this?”
Duo's smile softened. “Almost over.”
A fine black brow raised. “And then I can go home and get out of this scandalous costume?”
A warm body pressed to his back. “Not yet.”
He spun on his heel. “What the hell? Who do you-” He cut off as he gazed into pale blue eyes. The man was dressed in tight pants that tucked into knee high boots and a long coat that fell to mid-thigh. His entire costume was a pristine white with faux-fur around all the edges. “Zechs.”
The blond smirked and stepped back a pace to take in the skin-tight leotard the other was wearing. It was a costume born of need and sexuality, forming to every curve of muscle and bone. It was pale, only consisting of white, shades of silver and slate gray forming the images of snowflakes across his body and extending to the fingerless gloves adorning his hands. Raven hair was loose with a silver wreath nestled at the crown, teardrops falling from it to mingle with the silken locks. Silver glitter ran strikingly along his cheekbones and up over his temples. A single snowflake rested in the center of his forehead. He pulled the smaller body close to his own, laying his hands to Wufei's hips.
“Hello, Jack Frost.”
Wufei shivered despite his mental protests not to. “And you're supposed to be...?”
“Old Man Winter... ready to show you how to thaw.”
He licked his lips, pulse rising at the husky whisper. “I'm not that rigid.”
“No?”
He gasped softly as he was pulled tighter to the taller man. “Wait.”
“For what?”
Wufei closed his eyes, wanting more than anything to get out of the embarrassing costume and back into normal clothes. “I'm... you're...” He clenched his jaw. “You planned this.”
He chuckled softly. “Of course I did.”
Wufei stared up into pale blue eyes. “Why?”
Zechs raised a shoulder. “Because I want you to acknowledge us. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
Wufei ground his teeth. “I'm not some door prize for you to show off.”
The blond chuckled. “Never thought you were.”
He frowned and jerked from the blond, terribly uncomfortable with the situation and hiding his frustration with anger. “Fuck off.” He turned to storm from the building, only to be caught in a strong grip and pressed to the wall.
“I didn't mean it like that.”
He looked up into eyes the color of the early afternoon sky. “Then how did you mean it?”
Zechs sighed. “Do you realize that at least half the population of this office wants a chance with you?”
Wufei's eyes widened and he abruptly pressed his backside closer to the wall. “What are you talking about?”
Cornflower blue eyes roved over his form. “Only that you are the Preventers' Most Available Bachelor, and I'm looking to change that.”
Wufei pursed his lips. “I'm not a bachelor.”
“No? Then what are you?”
His eyes narrowed. “Why are you doing this? Are you unhappy with your life the way it is?”
Zechs sighed. “A little. You see, I don't like having to pretend I don't feel something I do.”
Wufei's eyes widened and they gazed upwards. “Zechs? But... I... I...”
“You're damn beautiful.”
He flushed slightly and looked to the side. His blush deepened when he realized there were quite a few eyes on them. He licked his lips and looked up to Zechs. Before he could say anything, the blond pulled him back out to the dance floor. He sighed and gave up, relaxing in the blond's arms.
Zechs pressed his lips to Wufei's ear. “Is it so bad?”
He shivered. “It's private.”
“I'm not asking you to have sex in front of anyone. But I'm tired of pretending like there's nothing between us. I'm tired of other people watching you and planning how they're going to get you.”
Wufei leaned back slightly, gazing up into pale blue eyes. “So, this is just about you staking your claim?”
He shook his head. “It's about others knowing that we're together.”
Obsidian eyes gazed up at him. “Why is it so important to you that others know what's between us?”
“Are you ashamed to be with me?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why don't you want anyone to know?”
He sighed and raised his arms to lay loosely over the blond's shoulders. “It's how I was raised, Zechs. Love was a thing reserved for privacy. I guess I just...” He trailed off as he gazed into his lover's eyes, finding a hint of heavily concealed hurt. “Oh, to hell with it.” He raised up on his toes and pressed his lips firmly to Zechs'.
The blond's eyes widened in shock and then slipped closed as he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms firmly around Wufei's waist.
Duo whistled as he watched the pair. “That was a fast leap.”
Heero shook his head. “They've been dating for months, but Wufei wouldn't let Zechs tell anyone. He was tired of waiting.”
“Why wouldn't he want anyone to know?”
Quatre snuggled into his lover's arms. “He is a rather private person,” he pointed out.
Duo nibbled at Quatre's neck. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Trowa chuckled softly when Zechs pulled Wufei from the ballroom. “Not too much question where they're headed.”
Heero nodded. “Zechs did rent a room.” He cut his eyes to Trowa. “Speaking of which...”
******
Wufei groaned heavily as Zechs pushed him to the wall, their bodies flush together with their tongues tangling. Whether anyone else got in the elevator during their trip up to the eighth floor was beyond him as his lover had him completely distracted, but he thought he heard the chime indicating the doors opening a couple of times before he was pulled from the elevator out into the hall.
Zechs swiped the key card and pushed his lover into their room for the night. Wufei climbed onto the bed backwards, lips never leaving Zechs' as the blond knelt over him. Hands roamed over the barely there material of the thin costume, heating his skin further. Zechs pulled away and gazed down at his panting lover, raven locks fanning beneath him a stark contrast to the pale costume and sheets.
“You're beautiful.”
Wufei flushed further, if it was possible. Zechs slid off the bed and removed his coat and boots. Wufei lay on the mattress, eyes following all of the blond's movements. Zechs allowed his eyes to roam over the lithe, stretched out form on the bed, the flimsy material of the costume not covering the hard length at the apex of Wufei's thighs.
He pulled his shirt over his head to hide his smirk. Others would probably be shocked by the fact that, while Wufei was a reserved person around others, he had no reservations in the bedroom. He stretched his arms over his head, raising one foot to rest flat on the mattress, watching as Zechs undressed.
The blond grabbed his overnight bag from under the bed and Wufei rolled over, curling the pillow beneath his chin. He shuddered slightly when his arousal pressed into the mattress.
“Why are you taking so long?”
Zechs chuckled. “I'm admiring the view.”
Wufei smirked as the blond stood before him unabashedly naked. He allowed his own eyes to rake over his lover's muscular form down to the impressive length. He raised to his hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the California King with all the grace of a feline.
Obsidian eyes gazed up through thick lashes as he nuzzled Zechs' length with his cheek. “I'm not that patient.”
Zechs shivered and pushed Wufei to his back, claiming his lips in a heated kiss as he pushed the flimsy material of Wufei's costume down his legs and tossed the leggings to the floor. Wufei moaned in the back of his throat as their bodies rocked together. He wrapped his legs around Zechs and slid his slipper-covered feet down the inside of his lover's thighs.
Zechs coated several fingers with the lube he'd retrieved from his bag and slid his hand beneath Wufei, who raised his leg to rest high on Zechs' back to give him easier access. The kiss broke when Wufei gasped as a finger slid into him. His lips curved in a small smile.
“You're never much for foreplay, are you?”
He smirked. “That's what the dancing was for.”
“I see.” He took slow breaths as Zechs stretched him. He raised his hands to lie loosely on the bed over his head. He wasn't sure why, but that particular action always drove Zechs a little wild. Probably due to the submissiveness of the pose.
Zechs growled low in his throat and captured Wufei's lips at the same time as he found his prostate. Wufei's gasp was muffled between their warring tongues. The Chinese man tossed his head back, clenching his hands in the sheets as Zechs carefully worked a third finger inside.
“Are you all right?”
He nodded. “Yeah... I'm ready.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He pulled his fingers out and Wufei grabbed the lube, sitting up as he poured a generous amount in his palm. He reached between them and closed his hand around Zechs' erection. The blond hissed softly at the friction and Wufei smirked. There was something oddly satisfying about knowing he had the strong man wrapped around his little finger.
After he had the full length covered, he squeezed gently and Zechs' hips bucked. He pushed Wufei back to the mattress and hooked his legs around his waist. Wufei gripped his upper arms taking a deep breath as he was slowly filled. He pulled Zechs down for a kiss as the blond paused to give them time to adjust. He began a steady stream of slow thrusts.
Wufei stared up at his lover. “I'm not made of eggshells, you know.”
“Yes, but you're worth being cherished.”
Wufei grunted softly and flexed his muscles around Zechs. The blond choked and picked up the pace. He soaked in the whimpers and cries that fell from his lover. Wufei pushed back against him, but wasn't quite satisfied with the level of penetration.
He moved his hands to Zechs' shoulders and pushed him up. The blond frowned slightly in confusion, but sat back, pulling out of Wufei. The Chinese man pushed him to his back and straddled him, dropping down on his length. Zechs fairly shouted and grabbed Wufei's hips.
“You're evil.”
He bent over, forearms on the mattress on either side of Zechs' head. “No, I just like taking what I want.” He laid a quick kiss to Zechs lips before raising up and riding the blond in earnest.
Zechs watched Wufei's face as it expressed his pleasure beautifully. The vision was made even more appealing as his glittered face sparkled in the light and the silver icicles in his hair contrasted with the raven locks. He looked like some fey creature out of fairy tales.
Obsidian eyes slit open and peered down at him, a pink tongue questing out to wet kiss-swollen lips. “Am I... thawed enough for... you?” He gasped at the tail end of the question as Zechs' erection hit his sweet spot.
Zechs would have chuckled if he wasn't busy trying to keep from cumming too soon. “I'm sorry if my quip offended you, love.”
Wufei froze and stared down at him. “What?”
He frowned, completely unhappy with the turn of events his words had instigated. “I didn't mean to offend you.”
He shook his head. “No, you called me... you said...”
Zechs thought over the endearment he had used and smiled softly. “I love you, Wufei; didn't you know?”
He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. Zechs sat up, cupping a hand to the back of Wufei's neck. “Are you all right?”
He took a breath. “Fine. I just... I didn't realize...” He swallowed. “Love me, Zechs.”
He smiled and lifted Wufei off of his lap. He laid his lover on the mattress on his stomach and pushed inside of him slowly, kissing at his neck as he covered the backs of his hands and entwined their fingers.
Wufei gasped at the tightness surrounding the length inside him. They rocked together in a slow but steady climb for release. The friction to his length from the comforter, added to the erection thrusting inside him and the kisses to his neck, heightened his arousal until he couldn't fend off his climax any longer. He cried his release as he felt Zechs' cum fill him.
They lay panting as they rode the slow descent from their orgasms. Zechs kissed a sensitive spot beneath his ear and chuckled as it sent a tremor through the Chinese man.
“Merry Christmas.”
Wufei sighed softly. “Merry Christmas.” He slit his eyes open. “Love you, too.”
The end.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
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