Author: Zazu
Rating: R
Warnings: Sap, Lime
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xR
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.
Notes: Not beta-read. This was inspired by Sharon's prompt "Heero and Duo celebrating their Christmas as older guys". It's my first time writing them as older like this...so I hope it works out okay...It turns out a little sappy and there is also a non-graphic lemon in a style I have never really written in before...
Lovers' Christmas Tradition
The fire was burning, warming the occupants of the room and entertaining them as they gazed into the dancing flames. The only other source of light came from the tree in the corner, under which sat several wrapped gifts.
Duo leaned against Heero, snuggled under the blanket, content. Heero's left arm was around his waist, and he laid his hand on top, tangling their fingers together and giving them a squeeze.
Heero leaned his cheek on Duo's head.
"Happy?" Duo asked.
"Mm."
It was Christmas Eve, and they had celebrated by sharing a dinner and a movie. Now, they were content to simply sit together.
"Remember our first Christmas together?"
"Spent it at Quatre's."
"Made love to you all night and was damn sore after," Duo laughed.
"Didn't regret it did you?"
"Hell no! It became a very much adored tradition!"
Heero nodded with a smile. "You are entirely too addictive."
Duo chuckled. "Says you, Mr. I-can-bend-steel Yuy."
"Who cares if I could bend steel?" Heero scoffed. "What I cared about is that I'm the only man who could bend you over."
Duo laughed. "I've corrupted you over the years!"
"And I've been happily corrupted," Heero said, nuzzling his lover.
"I'm kind of glad that Quatre decided to celebrate a little earlier this year," Duo said. "All these years, we've almost always spent Christmas together at someone's home..."
"Except that year when Relena and Wufei had their first baby on Christmas Day and we spent most of the day in the waiting room."
"Rylan Chang took his sweet time coming to this world," Duo grumbled. "Although the only one with the right to really complain was Relena. It doesn't matter, we still spent it together. This is the first time that we get this day by ourselves, isn't it?"
"Did Quatre tell you why he wanted to celebrate earlier this year?" Heero asked, curious.
"Yea," Duo sighed. "Said Christmas was one of his favourite days and he got a private shuttle so that he could travel through timezones and prolong the Christmas day with Trowa."
"Still the romantic, huh?" Heero asked.
Duo shrugged. "I'm glad though...that this year I get you to myself for Christmas Day."
"Ditto," Heero replied.
"How many Christmases have we celebrated?"
"This is our thirtieth."
"Still going to make love to me?" Duo asked softly.
"Yes," Heero breathed. "But this is nice."
"It is," Duo agreed. "Does it matter that you can't see a six-pack on me anymore?"
"Does it matter that I have some gray hairs?"
"Does it matter that I can't get into some of the positions we used to like?"
Heero kissed Duo's ear before he whispered, "I love you."
"Love you too."
They moved then, spreading the blanket on the floor and undressing one another before lying side by side. Hands explored familiar bodies as if for the first time, the chill warded off by the fire blazing close to them.
Mouths met, tongues licked and laved, tasting skin and eliciting moans.
A laugh, when Heero got up to reach behind the couch cushions, retrieving the lube that was always ready there.
Fingers probing and entering, gently stroking and stretching; a hand firmly grasping a familiar hardness, stroking like a musician played a well-loved instrument.
Quiet moans and pleas, words and voices mingling before legs spread wider and lovers joined together as one, clutching as if it were their first time together.
Gentle kisses and urges, hands clutching one another as a gentle rhythm was set.
A tug and a push, lifting bodies off of the floor so the other could take control. Hands reaching, removing a hair tie and stroking through chestnut strands. A quiet hum, whispered words of awe, a laugh and a moan, echoed quietly.
Body laid down again, the other looming over and leaning close to kiss, a hand reaching to stroke as hips continued the dance as old as time.
Looking down, looking up, the light of the fire reflecting off eyes gazing into one another, a moment of stillness where nothing else mattered.
And hands clutched again, sweet euphoria washing over them, filling deep and washing between heated bodies. Sated smiles pressed against a bare shoulder, hearts pounding and slowly settling.
The afghan and a cushion were pulled down from the couch, and the lovers entwined, hands tracing idly, content.
Duo pressed another kiss onto the bare skin under his cheek and his finger flicked a still-erect nipple. He chuckled when Heero caught his hand and squeezed it.
"Merry Christmas, Heero," he said, closing his eyes, hearing Heero's heart beat in tandem with his own. "That was perfect, you know? Just like each and every Christmas before," he added softly.
A hand stroked his hair before settling to hold him close. "It was perfect," Heero agreed. "Merry Christmas, Duo, love. And each and every Christmas coming will be just as perfect...so long as you're here with me."
OWARI
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