All I Want For Christmas Is You

*Title*: All I Want For Christmas Is You
*Author*: WhipOfLightHeartOfSword
Rating: PG (Sorry guys, no lemon this time around. Just WAFF. The juicy, naughty stuff's being saved for the sequel. ^_~)
*Timeline*: The little blurb at the beginning takes place just before Trieze was killed by the mobile dolls. It's been some time since I've watched the series, even more so since I've seen Endless Waltz, since I don't own a copy of it. So, I kinda threw cannon to the wind and made the timeline suit my purposes. I forget everyone's age in cannon when all was said and done, so I'm simply going to guess and say the pilots were 19, which puts them all at 23 in this fic. Treize I've settled on as being 32 years old.
*Feedback*: Of course!! Constructive criticiscm only, though. NO FLAMES.

A/N: Wow, it's been a looong time, nd I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. I just wasn't in a very romantic writing mood. Several times I started to update, only to stop cause it just didn't feel right. Had RL not had its way, this would have been posted on Christmas day. However, I think Valentine's Day (or the day after, lol, just realized it's almost morning) is appropriate for this fic's finale. At least everyone's in the mood (I hope) for romantic fluff, even if our pilots are celebrating the wrong holiday. *snickers* Anyways, enough rambling on my part. Go enjoy the chapter.


~*~ Part 7 ~*~


Wufei wasn’t one of those people who took their slow, sweet time waking up. For him it was a very fluid, quick change. He simply was asleep one moment, and awake the next.
That morning was no exception. Once again, he found himself warm and toasty, if still a bit sore from the light frostbite his little venture out into the blizzard had caused. Pain slapped him in the heart, as he once again found himself facing the day watching his friends live their "fairytale" endings with one another, while he was forced to go on mourning forever.

He shifted to find a more comfortable position, and froze as someone’s arm—definitely not his own—tightened around his waist to keep him in place.

Onyx-colored eyes snapped open wide, and Wufei yelped, thoroughly startled. He shot up and grabbed the knife he kept hidden under his pillow, bringing it around as he turned with every intention of slitting the intruder’s throat for daring to come near him while he was sleeping.

He was stopped short, and felt his grasp on the hilt of the weapon falter as the identity of his bedmate slammed into his brain full-force. He gasped like a fish stranded on dry land as Treize, woken by his boyfriend’s sudden and violent movements, smiled softly-if a bit lethargically-in amusement at him.

“It’s okay, Wufei. It’s just me. You can put the knife away now.”

Fingers suddenly limp; the young man barely registered the sound of the weapon hitting the floor as it dropped from his hand. Numbly, he sank back down into Treize’s waiting arms, feeling surreal as they tightened around him, and he pillowed his head in the hollow of the former Oz leader’s shoulder.

“Is this a dream?” he whispered. He remembered vividly now the night before, of Treize coming into his room to tell him that the assumptions he was dead were completely false. But he was loath to believe it, just in case his mind was playing a cruel game with him.
Treize tightened his arms around his smaller love’s body and smiled. “No, Wufei, it’s not. I’m back, and I’m staying this time.”

Wufei snuggled into him, as if they could possibly get any closer than they already were. “I know. I don’t want to think for a moment that I’m being delusional. It’s just that…”

He trailed off for a moment, trying to decide on the best way to iterate how he felt. “If this was really just a dream, then it would be so much easier to take if you left, because I’d be expecting it.”

Treize frowned, and lifted Wufei’s chin and turned his head, so they could look each other in the eye. “Is that what you think? That I’m going to leave you?”

Wufei sighed. “I don’t know what to think. This just all seems too easy. I wanted more than anything for you to either come back to life, or for myself to die, so I could be with you. And now all of a sudden, here you are, telling me that all these years I’ve been missing you, you were alive.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Treize asked. He could understand where Wufei was coming from. He should have been a man instead of a chicken and called his lover the moment he was out of rehab. But no, he waited an additional two years, and now his younger lover was afraid to trust him.

Wufei’s breath hitched at the thought of once again loosing the most precious person in the world to him. He shook his head roughly. “No, dammit. If you leave I’ll just hunt you down. And probably kill you for hurting me again,” he added as an afterthought.

His lover smiled at that. “Good, because I don’t think I could tear myself away from you if I tried.

Wufei snuggled back down, grinning softly and contentedly. “So, where do we go from here?”

He couldn’t see the flash of nervousness and indecision that marred Treize’s face for a moment. The former Oz leader opened his mouth to speak, but was then cut off as the sound of footsteps pounding up the stairs grabbed the attention of both men.

A fist pounded on the other side of the door, a voice accompanying it. “Hey, guys! Come on and get downstairs. A. It’s Christmas, B. Breakfast is ready, and C. we’re going to open presents, so let's go!”

“Give us a moment, Maxwell,” Wufei growled, not happy that his alone time with Treize had been disrupted.

“Feh, fine!” Duo called back. “More food for me then!”

And with that he was gone, feet pounding at breakneck speed down the stairwell to the first floor, where he could rejoin the others.

Treize chuckled as he watched the irritation on his Dragon’s face. “I think a trip downstairs might not be a bad idea, Wufei. From what I heard from Quatre, you gave everyone quite the scare. I think you owe it to them to at least put in an appearance and thank them.”

Wufei sighed. “I also owe Quatre and Trowa an apology. I disrupted a very special moment for them.”

“I’m sure they’ll understand,” Treize comforted him. “So long as you don’t pull a stunt like that at their wedding.”

Now it was the Chinese man’s turn to chuckle, at the thought of what the others might do to him if he did such a thing at the couple’s wedding. He quickly stopped laughing and shivered.

The possibilities weren’t pretty.

“Come on,” Treize said, sitting up and taking the ex-Gundam pilot with him.

Leaving his nice cocoon of warmth behind did not sound—or feel, as the cold air hit his skin—like a good idea. But his boyfriend was insistent, so he sucked it up and threw the covers away from his body.

Treize had already pulled his robe from his duffel and stood waiting for Wufei. While the pilot was preoccupied with removing himself from his comfort zone, the ex-soldier retrieved a small package from the pocket of the pants he’d worn the night before, and tucked it away inside his robe before Wufei could see it. Then looked to see if his lover had risen yet.

However the Chinese pilot hadn’t taken into account that his body was still suffering from the aftermath of frostbite. After only a couple of days, his feet and hands were still sore, making walking and basic functioning a more difficult task than usual. It would subside soon enough, but in the interim, it was quite irritating not to be able to walk without having to fight the grimace that tried to display itself and give away just how much pain he was in.

When the younger man took a step away from the bed and winced, Treize’s eyes narrowed a little. By the time Wufei had reached the other’s side, the European was trying not to show too much of his concern. He knew how much Wufei hated others fussing over him, and so he was trying to allow him the chance to get around on his own.

But when Wufei opened the door and almost went completely off-balance because of one particular twinge, he had to take some action. True, he wanted to respect his love’s space, but he’d be doing him no good if he allowed him to continue and fall headlong down the stairs.

He was quite sure the house’s other occupants would make the rest of his life very short and painful for that.

So he reached out and caught the small oriental man around the waist, spinning him sideways so he could sweep one arm up behind his knees, and catch his upper body with the other as he fell backwards.

“Treize! What are you doing?” Wufei squeaked as he was lifted and carried bridal style carefully down the stairs. “Put me down, you’re going to make us both fall!”

“Have a little more faith in me, will you?” Treize whispered in his ear. “I’ve been away from you for four years; allow me to pamper you a little.”

Wufei huffed. “Must ‘pampering’ consist of treating me like an onna, though?”

Treize laughed, and stepped off the last stair and onto the main floor. “When I start painting your toenails for you, then you can accuse me of treating you like an onna.”

His young love shuddered at the mental picture that statement gave him. “I’d kill you.”

“I think I’d have to kill me too,” Treize agreed.

To Wufei’s horror, rather than putting him down once they were off the stairs, Treize carried him into the kitchen, where the rest of the pilots were enjoying breakfast.

Heero’s fork clattered to his plate when he saw the fierce oriental pilot cradled in the arms of their enemy. Or… what the hell was he supposed to call Treize now?

Trowa sat with his own utensil frozen midair between his plate and his mouth. He didn’t gape at the two like Heero did, but he still gave them an incredulous stare. Since when did Wufei ever tolerate someone treating him like pampered royalty? Relena he’d expect to see something like this from, but not Wufei.

Quatre, once he’d gotten over his initial shock at the sight, smiled brightly. He could tell Chang was a bit uncomfortable at having people see him like this, but was ultimately too happy to have his lover back to put up with too much of an argument if it meant he got to stay close to him. It gave the blonde great pleasure to feel such happy emotions coming from his Chinese friend, as opposed to the melancholy that before had almost dominated his heart whenever he wasn’t angry or irritated at someone. He understood why the other pilots weren’t at all happy having Treize in their midst. But if they’d had his empathy they’d realize just how happy he and Wufei made each other. In Quatre’s mind, that was what mattered the most. So long as Treize never raised a finger against any of them again, and never hurt Wufei, he would accept their relationship with open arms.

Duo, on the other hand, was less preoccupied with the oddity of seeing Wufei being carried to the breakfast table, and more focused on the fact that everyone was now awake and out of bed.

“Okay everyone, dishes in the sink! It’s time to go open gifts!” to emphasize his point, he grabbed his and Heero’s plates and left the table.

“Hey, I was eating that!” Heero protested as his unfinished egg was dumped unceremoniously in the garbage disposal.

“Not anymore,” Duo chirped, as he grabbed his lover’s and Trowa’s hands and dragged them with him into the front room, where the tree was set up, gifts piled beneath it.

Quatre smiled apologetically and Wufei and Treize as he gathered the rest of the dishes and placed them on the counter to be reheated later, rather than let the food be wasted. “Sorry guys, looks like you’ll have to wait until after the gifts are open to eat.”

“That’s okay, I’m perfectly content with coffee, for the moment,” Treize replied as he finally set Wufei down so he could prepare them both a cup.

“Tea for me, if you don’t mind,” Wufei told him. Fortunately there was still some hot water left in the kettle Quatre had boiled earlier, so they were able to join the others before Duo could come back in and drag them by their ears for making him wait.

“I’m sorry if we don’t have anything for you,” Wufei said softly.

Treize shook his head and wrapped an arm around his younger love. “I have you back Wufei, and I was able to keep my promise that I would come for you when the war was done. That’s more than I ever expected to get.”
“I can’t say I disagree with you,” Wufei smiled as they both stretched out next to each other on the loveseat, him snuggling up to his love and leaning his head against Treize’s shoulder and closing his eyes contentedly.

“Awwww, isn’t that cute,” Duo grinned as he and the other three watched Wufei openly show affection for someone for the first time.

“Shut up, Maxwell,” Wufei said, eyes still closed. “Just get on with it so we can all go back to having breakfast.”

Duo rolled his eyes. “You are such a spoilsport.”

Nevertheless he reached for one of the brightly wrapped parcels, and one by one began handing them out.

Treize watched happily as the gifts were opened one by one. It felt surprisingly good to see the Gundam pilots enjoying themselves and making up for all the fun they’d missed out on when they were younger.

He especially took pleasure in seeing Wufei actively participating in said fun, even if it was mostly just teasing the others, particularly Duo. It was definitely amusing watching the two dig at each other. Apparently the others noticed the change in their friend too. No one said anything for fear of ruining the spell, but they’d never seen Wufei so happy.

He couldn’t ever remember being so happy either. Since Wufei had come into the picture, life had taken on so much more meaning. He’d never before understood all those sappy, overly dramatic novels where the lovers went out of their way to be together, while logic and everyone else said they should just give up and move on.

Well, after having gotten into one such romance himself, he definitely understood them now!

Despite their origins as enemies, and all the hardships they’d endured, Treize had come to value Wufei more than anything or anyone else that had ever come into his life, and now that he’d been given a second chance, there was no way he was letting his little warrior get away from him again.

Treize smiled softly to himself as he thought of the parcel hidden in his robe. He was originally going to wait to give it to ‘Fei, but now, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Waiting had almost cost him his greatest treasure once. Never was he going to take that chance again, especially not when he knew without a doubt that his and Wufei’s love wasn’t going to change, no matter how long they were together or apart. And with that, he wanted to make certain that there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind that he and Chang Wufei would never be separated in this life ever again.

“Treize, something on your mind?” Treize shook his head, noticing he’d spaced out, and everyone was looking at him. He ignored them, and instead focused instead on Wufei, who was looking at him with concern.

He smiled; just looking at the gorgeous man cuddled against him was enough to make his heart swell to bursting. Now, he just had to make that gorgeous man his.

“Fei, would you mind shifting so I can get up for a moment?” he asked.

The look on Wufei’s face was the closest anyone had ever seen him come to pouting. “Do you have to?”

“Yes, I have something to give you, and I can’t if you don’t let me up,” Treize said.

Wufei was too comfortable to want to move, but he was curious. What could Treize have possibly gotten him? There was no way he had planned this... was there?

He sat up and allowed the older man to get up, watching curiously as Treize reached into his robe, rather than leaving the room like Wufei thought he meant to.

Wufei was even more startled, when Treize Kushrenada pulled out the small box, about the width and length one would keep a dagger in, and went down on one knee in front of him.

“Four years ago, you and I made a promise to one another. I still intend to keep that promise, and as soon as it’s back in living condition, I’d like you to come stay with me Wufei,” he began.

Wufei smiled. “You know I’d love to. But what’s…”

Treize reached out a hand, and halted his love’s question so he could continue. “I know we intended to do just that, and see if our love would continue to flourish outside the war, when we could be open about it, rather than hiding. And my original thought was that we would stick with that plan if we were to get back together after so long. I know we have four years of catching up to do, and I don’t expect it all to go smoothly. I know some things have changed. But I want to go through that not wondering if we’ll stay together, but knowing that we will. That we’ll be by each other’s side and no matter how hard the times only grow closer.”

Across the room, Quatre sniffed, choked up with the strength of the emotions he felt radiating from those two. And he had the distinct feeling he was going to need a box of tissues soon, because they were only going to get stronger.

“Chang Wufei, I’m asking you to accept me as a permanent part of your life, to stay with me, grow old with me, get into trouble with me,” he trailed off into a laugh at Wufei’s incredulous look. “Une asked me if I’d join Preventers and be your partner. If it’s alright with you, I’m going to tell her yes as soon as we get back.”

He took a deep breath, and then handed the box to Wufei, before he could say anything.

“Promise me that you’re mine?” he asked, repeating part of what he’d said four years ago, but now with a whole new meaning to the words.

Wufei’s heart almost burst out of his chest when he heard his lover speak them. Reverently raising the lid of the box, he found inside not a dagger, but a ring.
Excitement raced through him, as all of the vague and wild hopes and dreams that he’d thought lost forever came returned in full force an in Technicolor.

Bright onyx eyes gazed into his as Wufei almost shyly picked up the ring, and held it in his palm for Treize to take. This was real. Part of him wanted to ask if he was dreaming, but he refused to go there. This *had* to be real. It was just too wonderful not to be.

“I promise,” he said, as Treize took the ring and turned his hand over. “But you have to promise me the same.”

Treize grinned, as their words from four years ago were repeated. But this time, all uncertainty was gone. He took his new fiancé’s left hand in his, and slipped the ring, a braid of gold, onto Wufei’s slightly raised ring finger.

“I do,” he returned, just as he had the first time.

Wufei couldn’t stay where he was any longer, and Treize found himself falling back on his ass as his smaller love tackled him. They just sat there laughing as they embraced.

Quatre couldn’t contain himself either. With all of the stress of Une calling him for help, and the horrid emotions coming from first Wufei and then Treize, and all of the worry over whether Wufei was alright or not, his Christmas had not been the best. But now that the last loose end had been tied, he felt all the negative feelings simply drain away, and the first thing on his mind to enjoy, was the fiancé he’d been so unfairly forced to neglect.

He turned to Trowa. “Hey, now that they’ve gotten their engagement, what say we do a little disappearing of our own?”

Trowa had been riveted to the scene in front of him, shocked that in less than a day, not only were Wufei and Treize a couple, but they were now engaged to boot! He really didn’t know what to do with it, until he felt the tiniest little caress of a tongue on the edge of his ear.

“I- I’m sorry, Quatre. What were you saying?” he managed to tear his eyes away and look at his own lover.

“I said,” Quatre purred with an evil smirk, as his hand sneaked down between his fiancé’s legs. “What goes around comes around. Why don’t we do a little disappearing of our own?”

Trowa couldn’t have been more grateful. Hot sex and the chance to pick up where he and Quatre had left off was a much appreciated reprieve from trying to fathom Treize and Wufei tying the knot.

Getting up, he didn’t even wait for Quatre to stand before he scooped him up in his arms and made a dash for the stairs.

“Congratulations, you two,” he said over his shoulder, trying futilely to be polite.

“Yes, I’m so happy for you!” Quatre called, before they were on the second floor and slamming the door of their room shut.

Wufei and Treize watched them go, laughing even harder.

“Well, that’s justice, I guess,” Wufei grinned.

Treize heartily agreed. “Yes, I think it certainly is.”

Their attention was brought back to the other two occupants of the room by the sound of Duo clearing his throat. Heero simply sat next to him, staring in stunned silence.

“Well I have to say, ‘Fei I’m shocked,” Duo shook his head. “Shit that was quick. Off the market and engaged in a day. Crap, that must be a record.”

“I was ‘off the market’ long before that, Maxwell,” Wufei shook his head.

Duo grinned. “Not according to the guys and gals at work, my friend. Holy smoke, are they going to hit the deck when we get back. Unless of course you plan to hide that ring of yours?”

“Hell no,” Wufei held his hand protectively to his chest. “It stays.”

“Are you sure this isn’t moving two fast for you both?” Heero piped up, looking almost a little faint. This recent development had hit him like a sledge hammer, and his mind was fighting to keep up with it all.

Treize and Wufei shook their heads as one.

“Nope. All that time we could have had, wasted. The time we did have, nothing more than sneaking and hiding and restraining ourselves because we were on different sides, and therefore ‘not supposed to be’. Well, I’m done beating around the bush,” Treize clarified.

“As am I,” Wufei agreed. “It was bad enough having to deal with this alone during the war, and then keep hiding it later because I was in too much pain to deal with any slander or abuse. I don’t want to hide, and if after four years I still feel as I do, well, then the worst that happens, Nataku forbid, we call off the wedding.”

“It won’t happen,” Treize nuzzled him.

“I know. I won’t let it,” Wufei leaned into him.

Well then, I for one wish you all the best of luck,” Duo chirped. “And I think Heero will too, once his mind gets out of the shock phase. There’s only one more thing I have to ask though.”

“And what is that, Maxwell?” Wufei asked.

The former Deathsythe pilot was the picture of innocence as he replied. “Have you two really never had sex? Quatre said you two have never even kissed.”

Wufei’s eyes looked fit to burst out of their sockets. Treize laughed, and answered for him. “No, Duo. We kept both hands and lips to ourselves, aside from what you’ve seen since I came. It didn’t really work all that well, but we were hoping it would make it easier for us both in case one of us were to be killed, and we thought it would make denying our relationship easier if we had ever been caught.”

Duo laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch. “Awww! That means our little ‘Fei’s still a virgin!”

He barely sobered when confronted with the look of pure wrath Wufei turned on him. “Aww come one, ‘Fei. I know you were never interested in Meilan enough to touch her, and considering how young you two were, I doubt continuing the bloodline was an excuse yet.”

Much as he would have loved to dispute it, Wufei wasn’t going to lie about something that important with his fiancé right there.

“So what, Maxwell? Am I to fault for having standards, and being a traditionalist?”

“Nope,” Duo chirped, as he grabbed Heero’s arm and steered him off the couch, fully intending to follow Quatre and Trowa’s example. “I’m just so going to enjoy the chat we’ll have when you come to me asking what to do when you loose your virginity on your wedding night.”

Wufei snorted. “As if I would.”

Duo snorted over his shoulder as he led a still-shocked Heero to the stairs. “Here’s your first lesson, Fei. Look up.”

Wufei and Treize both raised their eyes to the ceiling. There in the middle, hung down from the heights on a string, was a sprig of fresh mistletoe.

“Of all the clichés,” Wufei muttered, dropping his head in exasperation and shaking it.

Treize could have made any number of witty verbal responses to that, but instead settled for a more traditional one. Cupping Wufei’s chin in his hand, he gently turned the smaller man’s head upwards, so he could lean down and firmly press their lips together.

Momentarily stunned, it took Wufei a moment before he realized what was going on, and eagerly took part, opening his mouth so he and Treize could play and explore each other’s mouths until the need for air drove them to gently and reluctantly part.

Treize smiled at the wondrous creature in his arms, a beautiful man with a wonderful personality, talent, intelligence... Not to mention sexy as hell. And now, this amazing man was his, all his.

“I think I like this cliché,” he whispered huskily.

Wufei certainly couldn’t disagree, as their lips came together again for more.


~Owari~


A/N: Well, there you have it. My first finished fic. Finished posted fics, anyway. Whew it feels good to have this one done. It's been fun, really, but it was high time for this one to come to an end. And for those of you wanting to kill me right now for the lack of lemon, don't. Cause if you do, I won't be able to start posting the sequel that's currently in the works. Lol, nd dun worry, this one's not set during Christmas. I shall put a little teaser for it after the revew responses, which I will now segue into.

**Review Responses**

*enig_ma*: Lol, how are they going to deal? Well, apparently sex solves all. *shrugs* Whatever works. Though the next story will go more in-depth about the adjustments each has to make in the wake of this wacky holiday. For now I think it only fair to give them a bit of a break to enjoy their lovers before I start picking on them again. Thank you so much for your reviews, and I really hope this chapter was worth the wait for you.

*goodchaos*: I'm sorry, I know this took too long. Hope you didn't give up on it and hope it was worth waiting for. Thanks for the boost to my muse to get her ass in gear nd finish up though. ^_^

Thank you to all who have reviewed, and to those who offered a rating. I hope you enjoyed it (minus the lack of lemon). Please leave a review and let me know what you think of this last chapter. A week or so from now I'll add responses to them.

Hope to see you all at the first posting of the sequel. Its name will be put up here just as soon as I settle on one.

Summary: "I want to be seme for a while, Trowa. Starting with our wedding night."

Well there you go. There's your teaser. See you soon!


~Whip~