Christmas Presents

I keep trying to finish fics I already have started, but I keep getting mugged by different plotlines. The others can wait...this one was season specific, so it got priority. Hope you enjoy.

Pairings: If you know anything about me as an author, you probably already know, if not...Read and find out!

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There was a floating feeling that made his head spin, this slow motion blur that followed an instant after his head turned, slurring the world as his face hit the softness that encompassed his head.

Trowa tried to figure out what was going on, but there was a haze over his mind. He focused his thoughts and realized he had been drugged, which brought everything into sharper reality, but there was still a slowness there.

If he was drugged, this was not a place he needed to be, not a safe place. He tried to roll over, but his hands wouldn’t let him; a since of urgency overtook him as he realized his hands were tied together to the headboard of a bed, and he was naked. The room was too dark to make out any details, so he had no idea where he was. And he couldn’t remember what happened the night before.

A shadow moved into the room, silent as a ghost, and Trowa let his body go limp with a sigh, feigning sleep. He felt the bed dip slightly, then a weight settled across his stomach, thighs pressing against his sides. Hot breath sizzled against his neck briefly before lips pressed against the sensitive skin.

Trowa threw his weight sideways, twisting his torso, and almost succeeded wrapping his leg around his captor’s neck, but not quite.

“Shit!” The faceless man flattened himself across Trowa’s chest, but the acrobat knew who he was from his voice.

“Duo!? What the fuck?” The normally stoic man was completely at a loss to what was going on.

“Hush.” He shifted his weight to better prevent another attempt at getting loose. “You’re going to spoil your Christmas present.”

Duo’s mouth returned to Trowa’s neck, and began trailing down his chest. His hands were trailing up his stomach, blunt nails digging into the flesh before gentle fingertips tiptoed across his pecs to circle his nipples.

Trowa struggled to keep his body from reacting. “What are you doing? What about Quatre?”

Duo pulled back, face filling Trowa’s vision, his eyes glinting in the sparse light in the room. “I love Quatre with every ounce of my being, and he knows it. Our relationship is solid. This, right here, was actually his idea.”

“What?”

He kept traveling down, his mouth hovering over Trowa’s abs. “Yeah, we were talking, and we decided that you, Wufei, and Heero spent too much of yourself at work and that you all needed to get laid. So he invited you all for a little Christmas shindig, and I slipped knockout drugs into your drinks.” He smiled devilishly and returned to his task.

That talkative mouth surrounded Trowa’s half-hard cock and sucked, shattering the acrobat’s attempt to ignore Duo’s seduction.

“Duo, stop! I don’t…we can’t.” He threw his body to the side again, trying to dislodge the braided man.

“You’re not getting away; you might as well sit back and enjoy it.” His breath slid over Trowa’s groin before his tongue followed, wrapping around the shaft. “My lover is in the other room with Wufei now.”

Trowa grit his teeth. “And Heero?”

Duo ignored him, avidly attending to the acrobat’s need. He relinquished that cock to slide this tongue over sac below it. Trowa’s body trembled, trying to stay above everything, desperately trying not to enjoy his friend’s lover giving him head.

Maxwell continued downward, tongue circling Trowa’s entrance, but the body beneath him remained silent. Duo began working that flesh open, squirming his tongue inside, but only got elevated breathing in response.

Duo’s hand gripped Trowa’s cock, hard, tongue still working shallow. He pulled away. “You’re not enjoying your present.”

Trowa glared in response, but before he could piece together a verbal retort, Duo continued. “Look, you’ve got to trust that Quatre and I know exactly what you want for Christmas, so just play along.” His hand kept pumping, and he sucked Trowa’s balls into his mouth, rolling them from cheek to cheek.

A small sound echoed in the back of Trowa’s throat. Duo went back to his entrance, forcing his tongue deep, and the acrobat groaned softly.

Pulling back, Duo shook his head. “You’ll have to be louder than that or this won’t work, Trowa.” His finger took the place of his tongue, stroking across Trowa’s prostate as his mouth sucked that length down to the base.

His back arched, thrusting his hips up as a loud moan tore through him.

“Perfect.” Duo breathed, finger still at work, tongue licking a path from balls to shaft and back.

The door slammed open. “What’s going on?” Heero’s voice ripped through Trowa’s hazed mind, and he froze.

Duo didn’t seemed perturbed at all, his mouth took another pass down the length in front of him before crawling up to Trowa’s ear. “But I didn’t slip anything into his drink, brilliant don’t you think?” He smirked before laying a light but sensual kiss along the acrobat’s closed lips, turning back towards Heero he finally responded. “I’m giving Trowa his Christmas present.”

02 and 03 had never seen such fierce emotion on the Wing pilot’s face, confusion, shock, pain, and then anger; overwhelming anger, Heero was pissed. “How could you do this, Maxwell?”

Trowa felt like he could cry. How long had he been trying to break through the barrier that Heero had put up to keep the rest of the world out? And it seemed like they were growing closer, like Heero was warming up to the idea of something more. And now?

All was wasted by Duo’s perverted sense of humor. Trowa closed his eyes and prayed to a god he never believed in that this was all some horrid dream.

Duo slid from the bed and slinked over to the irate Wing pilot. He hadn’t moved from his position since he entered the room, his body was tense, jaw clenched with his anger. But Maxwell paid him no heed, swaying around him like a dance, just out of reach in case Heero decided to take a swing at him.

“Why so upset, Heero? Maybe this is your Christmas present as well.” Duo watched as blue eyes widened in response, and Trowa’s eyes shot open across the room. “Look at him, Heero; you can’t deny how alluring he is right now, lying there like that, completely naked. Hard to resist, isn’t he?”

Heero turned to the braided man. “What’s your game, Duo?”

The smile left his face. “No game, Heero. Even without Quatre’s sensitivity to emotions, its easy to see how much you two want each other. Its also frustrating as hell to see you two screw it up over and over again.”

Trowa and Heero caught each other’s eyes for a split second only to look away quickly, but Duo pressed on relentlessly. “Now, there’s nothing between you two, absolutely no excuse for you to mess it up.”

At that moment, Quatre walked in through the door opposite the one Heero had used. He cast an appreciative glance at Trowa as he walked up to his lover. Duo smiled as the blonde wrapped his arms around his neck and attacked his mouth, tongue visible to the other two men in the room. Duo’s hands went to Quatre’s ass grinding their groins together and drawing a moan from the smaller man.

Quatre pulled back, somewhat breathless as he asked. “Is it done, its not good form to keep a sated dragon waiting.” He glanced at Heero, who was resolutely not watching anything in the room.

Duo scowled. “Heero’s being stubborn.”

Heero glared at the couple. “Just what are you two doing exactly?”

This time Quatre glared back. “We are, quite literally, stripping you two bare of any excuses not to hook up. There’s so much sexual frustration dripping off of you at the office that I can’t do my job without jumping Duo on our lunch break.”

Duo chuckled. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

The irritated blond walked over to Heero, his voice dropping to a seductive timbre. “Now, I think you’ve kept Trowa waiting long enough, don’t you?” Quatre’s gaze raked over the naked man on the bed, and Heero suddenly felt the ludicrous urge to step in front of the naked man to provide cover.

Trowa didn’t really know what was going on, but even if he did, there wasn’t much he could do tied as he was. But the cool air of the room paired with the moisture Duo had left on his cock meant Trowa was no longer fully erect. He tried to let his body relax completely, let the passion Duo had ripped from him go.

He tried not to get his hopes up that Heero would actually do what they were telling him to do. Because he wanted to hope; he wanted Heero to let go of his inhibitions and act on the situation, but he didn’t know if he could completely keep the disappointment out of his countenance if 01 didn’t follow through.

Trowa heard the door shut, opened his eyes, and realized that he and Heero were alone in the room. So what now? He heard Heero’s bare feet swish quietly across the carpet, just a few steps closer.

“Is it true, what they said?” Heero’s voice was as strong and clear as it always was, but he sounded hesitant. “That you want me?”

The opportunity would probably never present itself again; fear has no place here. “Yes.”

“And you want this?” Heero gestured to Trowa’s restraints.

“Its not my first choice, but its acceptable if you want it this way.” Trowa did his best to shrug with his arms pinned above his head.

“Duo was right.” His voice dropped, a deep, throaty noise that rumbled from his throat. “You’re very hard to resist like this.”

Trowa’s groin tightened in anticipation. “Is there a reason you’re trying to resist?”

“Trowa…” Heero was standing right over him now, looking at the bed like it might bite him.

But Trowa was done waiting. “Do you want me, Heero?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re wearing entirely too many clothes.” Green eyes ran along Heero’s body, trailing from his eyes downward taking in everything, the hard lines of exposed muscle along his bare arms, the way his tank top hugged his chest, the way his jeans hinted at the muscle lines of his thighs.

A smirk curled Heero’s lips as he stripped off his shirt and watched those hungry eyes take in every detail of his chest in the dim light. He crawled onto the bed next to the bound man and ran his lips up the sensitive skin of his neck. Trowa felt Heero cover his mouth with his own, and all the emotion he had refused to let himself show, the hope, the desire, the need, spilled over his skin like fire.

Heero’s hands found paths to trail across his skin, up and down his bound arms, across his neck, down his chest, skimming around his groin, down the outsides of his legs as far as he could reach and back again. Trowa was panting around Heero’s tongue, straining to get at the body he had admired for so long.

And the failed attempts made Heero’s temperature skyrocket, knowing how badly the stoic man wanted him but couldn’t have him until Heero specified otherwise. But Trowa was only bound at the wrist, he would bide his time.

Heero pulled away from Trowa’s mouth to run his lips and tongue along every inch of exposed skin. He was obsessed with finding every crease of skin, every scar, every texture of every part of the former circus clown.

Both pilots had been so isolated for all their life that such a simple touch was a rare thing. To have such freedom with something he had wanted so badly, to simply run his fingers over every part of Trowa had him shaking, trembling with the realization that he had what he’d wanted all along right here, waiting for him.

Trowa understood what the touch meant and was trying to let him have his way uninterrupted, but his need had returned full force, and that shy but determined exploration was pure torture. A needy groan tore through him as Heero’s hands slid up the inside of his thighs and barely missed skimming across his length.

Heero looked up, locked eyes with the man beneath him, and smirked. “What’s wrong, Trowa, are you not enjoying your Christmas present?”

Trowa growled. “Mine hasn’t even been unwrapped; you’re too busy playing with yours.”

“I guess I have been rather selfish, haven’t I?” He was smiling as he spoke, not a bit apologetic as his mouth moved to hover over Trowa’s aching cock.

His lips parted and slid down the length of him, sliding his tongue across the heated flesh. Trowa’s hips thrust upward, but strong hands gripped and pressed them back into the mattress. As he dedicated his skills to the pleasure of the man beneath him, his own need made itself very clear, but he ignored it.

Heero felt Trowa’s legs go rigid, the tension in his groin manifesting itself through his muscle, thighs pressed to the outside of his shoulders, knees flexing and straightening with every pull of that devilish mouth, toes curling with the pleasure.

Trowa gasped as one of Heero’s hands slid over and around his balls, behind to the sensitive skin, pressing against his entrance. Pulsing pressure would part the tight ring of muscle then release only to repeat it again and again. Trowa’s body was rocking in time trying to coax the hand to press inside, but Heero prevented it, mouth still working that cock.

A small noise gurgled out of Trowa’s throat as the tip of Heero’s finger worked its way inside, staying shallow. “Do you know if the matchmakers left any slick around?”

“Duo didn’t say anything about it, but its not like they didn’t have this planned.” Trowa’s voice was unsteady, rising and falling with his labored breathing.

“Hm.” Heero’s mouth traveled lower, one hand sliding under Trowa’s ass to tilt his hips up for better access. His tongue slid along the crevice before circling the muscle ring with his tongue. Trowa put voice to a sigh as Heero’s tongue pushed inside and flicked along the passageway, stretching and taunting at the same time. Two fingers joined his tongue, pushing in deeper, stretching and slicking, as that mouth slithered across the sensitive skin hiding behind Trowa’s balls.

Heero began sliding his jeans off as the fingers inside his new lover found his sweet spot. The Wing pilot watched, enraptured, as Trowa stopped breathing, eyes squeezed shut, hands clenched in the binds that held him and concentrated fully on the sensations washing through him. His breath returned to him as things calmed down.

Green eyes opened to see Heero’s face hovering above him, blue eyes riveted to his lips. Trowa leaned up and joined their mouths, and Heero lowered himself to let their naked bodies lie against each other. The full length skin to skin feeling made Trowa’s head fall backwards with a grasp.

“Ready for your present?” Heero spoke next to Trowa’s ear, heated breath diffusing across the skin of his face and neck.

“Yes.” Trowa’s mouth sought Heero’s again, pouring his frustration into that kiss, wrapping one of his legs around his waist and grinding his groin against Heero’s.

Blue eyes rolled backwards for an instant before Heero pulled back and his palm presented itself before Trowa’s face. His tongue came out slowly, licking its way across the palm slowly, eyes locked with Heero’s the whole time. As Heero used his hand to slick his cock, Trowa chuckled.

“Guess you decided not to waste time looking for any lube.” The performer noted a slight tick in the bottom lid of Heero’s right eye, and marked it for later.

“I can.” Heero began to pull away, but Trowa’s leg kept him there.

“No, I want it that way.” His voice caught, and Heero felt a jump Trowa’s cock as he continued. “You’ve got me tied; I want the sex to match. I want you to have to force your way in to take what you want.”

“Have I stumbled across a fetish?” He began to push his way forward, and Trowa gasped at the drag of velvet skin against and through his entrance.

Trowa moaned at the feeling. “You’re the lazy one who didn’t want to find the lube.” The tick occurred again, and Trowa had to fight back the laugh with a realization…he’d call impervious Wing pilot on it later.

Heero’s hips shoved in harder, and Trowa gasped and thrust back against him, both legs tangled against Heero’s waist. Hands gripping Trowa’s hip and shoulder were used as leverage to continue the journey inward. The Heavyarms pilot squirmed with the intrusion but clung to him, using his body to plead for more without ever saying a word.

Heero ground the last length of him in and Trowa’s mouth found his neck, sucking hard as he struggled to breath. The rhythm began then, Heero never pulled completely out but chose to stay buried deep in his lover, deep short thrusts rocked Trowa as his prostate was assaulted repeatedly.

Trowa was so tight, and as they rocked together, Heero’s precum helping to coat and further slick every thrust, he pulled farther and farther until only the head remained in. The full length sliding in and out caused a deep groan to pull from Trowa’s throat which Heero punctuated with a sharp, hard plunge.

A strong hand gripped Trowa’s cock and began to pump in time with every penetration. He cried out as Heero tipped him over the edge, white overtaking his vision and nerve endings screaming and sizzling with their brief death.

Trowa’s channel clamped down on Heero’s length, spasming with his release, and Heero could take no more. He heard his own voice call out his lover’s name as his climax took him, vision blurring over, hips thrusting in uneven rhythm as his seed pumped out of him in spurts.

Heero’s vision cleared and he watched Trowa come down from the climax he had been building up for at least an hour; he was holding his breath again. A jealousy driven thought popped up wondering how long Duo had been working on the bound man before he had burst through the door.

Before the hushed voices and the sound of Trowa’s moan had pushed him past his limit of curiosity and forced him to find out. Half of the foreplay inflicted on the acrobat was in attempt to get Trowa to voice himself louder for Heero than he had for Duo.

And he wondered if Trowa had enjoyed Duo’s ministrations. But then again, Maxwell hadn’t been able to steal the stoic pilot’s breath away…twice.

Heero leaned down next to Trowa’s ear. “Breathe.”

Green eyes shot open with a deep inhalation followed by short rapid breaths. He smiled as he focused on Heero’s face above him, respiration rate slowing and evening out as they lay there looking at each other. Trowa’s legs finally went limp and slid off Heero’s back to the bed beneath them.

Trowa watched as Heero’s face went from soft and satisfied to anxious and apprehensive as he slid to the side off of him. “Heero?”

The Wing pilot sat up, legs hanging off the edge of the bed, back to Trowa, shoulders slightly hunched. “When I came in and saw you and Duo…”

“Don’t you dare, Heero.” Trowa’s voice was full of fire. “We are not having this conversation like this. Either turn around so I can see your face or untie me, now.”

He watched Heero’s shoulders rise and fall in a deep sigh, then he turned around and began systematically releasing the knots Duo prided himself on creating. “I’m surprised you couldn’t get out yourself as flexible as you are.”

Trowa huffed. “Given a few minutes and sufficient energy, I may have been able to, but I’m not taking any chances on you walking out in the middle of this.” He let his arms fall as he sat up, letting the blood flow back into his upper extremities. The change in position caused a bit of a leakage problem between his thighs, but a little slight of hand in the sheets took care of the evidence of both his and Heero’s emissions. Then His gaze landed on Heero who was resolutely not looking at his nude lover.

Gripping Heero’s shoulder, Trowa pushed him backwards to the bed and straddled his stomach, giving him no other option but to face him, but Heero still wasn’t talking. Long fingers, calloused with years of rope work, cradled Heero’s face, emerald eyes piercing as he spoke. “I have never been so scared in my entire life, as when you walked in.”

Blue eyes widened with the confession, but Trowa continued before he could comment. “I thought everything we had tentatively worked toward was gone because of Duo’s perverse sense of humor. I felt like something broke inside me when I saw that look on your face.”

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself, and I couldn’t imagine how Duo got you in that position unless you were willing.” Tension and pain expressed themselves within the lines of Heero’s face.

“He slipped drugs into my drink, that’s how. And no matter how much control one has, stimulation is stimulation, my dick just responded in the normal manner.” He paused and watched the lines fade a bit from between Heero’s brows and around his eyes. Trowa closed the distance between their faces, far enough to still be able to see all of Heero’s face, but close enough to drive his point home even to someone as thick-headed as Heero could be. “I want you, have wanted you since the wars, and now that I’ve had you, you’re going to have a fight on your hands if you want to walk away.”

Heero just smiled. “Sounds good to me.”

Trowa matched his smile, but it soon changed to devious. “Now, I’m going to play with my present, and if you have any objections, I’m going to tie your hands to the bed.”

“No objections.”

“Then why don’t you use your free hands to find the lube in the nightstand.” Trowa watched his face carefully as he said it, and, again, Heero’s eye twitched slightly. Trowa couldn’t withhold the laugh this time.

“What?”

“What did you call it earlier? Slick?” Trowa pressed, and Heero’s eyes narrowed. “Why don’t you like the term ‘lube,’ Heero?” He was smirking at the man beneath him.

“I don’t have a problem with it.” Trowa raised a brow to his statement, and Heero relented. “Fine, I don’t know; it just irritates me, makes my skin crawl a little. Its not an issue, though, call it what you want.” He tried to twist in order to get to the nightstand, but Trowa held him down and kissed him.

Their tongues tangled, and Trowa felt the evidence of Heero’s returned interest begin to rise behind him. “I’ll call it ‘slick,’ too, but we don’t need it. I want to taste you.”

Heero groaned as Trowa’s body slid down across his groin. Heero watched as the acrobat went to work on his cock, slathering moisture across the shaft, hands rolling his balls in their fragile skin. Their eyes caught and held as Trowa’s tongue licked that length like a lollipop before plunging to the base, taking it all in.

Tension and more tension, his muscles tightened, his back arched, hands gripping the auburn strands on Trowa’s head. Heero could feel his ankles pumping, trying to help gain leverage as his hips rocked into that mouth. The performer allowed him to thrust into his mouth for a few heartbeats before he pinned them down.

Closer and closer, Heero knew it wouldn’t be long now, Trowa was too talented with his mouth.

Trowa pulled off, waiting for Heero to look at him once again. “Merry Christmas, Heero.” He spoke against the head of his cock, the vibrations priming him for orgasm just before Trowa sucked hard against it.

His control shattered, and Heero spilled himself in Trowa’s willing mouth. Hand pumping his own length fast and hard, Trowa’s moan was muffled around the length he had been worshipping.

As his heart settled back to its normal pace, Trowa crawled back up to lie next to Heero. On their sides, facing each other, they just laid, taking it all in, the culmination of months of wanting.

Trowa’s eyes scanned the face across from him. “Not that I’m not incredibly grateful, but we owe Santa’s little helpers.”

Heero’s eyes lit up. “I’m envisioning Duo gagged and bound to the dining room table.”

Trowa’s head tilted, thinking. “Not the most original, but it has some poetic justice. We can even liven things up by leaving props and snacks for Quatre and Wufei to use.”

“Wufei?” Heero was taken aback for a moment. “Is that what Winner meant? Is he going to join their dysfunctional family?”

“As far as I can tell, yeah. Its been subtle, but they’ve been trying to convince him to join them for about a year.” Trowa was tired of talking; he leaned forward and took Heero’s lips in a chaste kiss then rolled onto his back. “Goodnight, lover.”

“Goodnight and Merry Christmas, Trowa.” Heero watched him slip into dreamless depths and then let himself follow.

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Ha! I'm getting better at PWP's. Still a little bit of explanation and plot, but I don't think I'll ever be able to just write a plain lemon with no flourish of any sort. Meh, we'll see. Hope you liked my little Christmas gift!

Oh by the by, Merc should be updated in the next few days for any of you waiting. I promise, its not a lost cause. I've also got a 2x3x4 simmiering somewhere in my twisted, little brain. But it may be a bit.

Hope ya'll enjoyed it. Peace.

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