"On the first day of Christmas, my Hee-Chan gave to me-"

"Maxwell, shut up." Wufei glowered under black eyebrows, but smirked when Duo visibly wilted.

The American boy then shrugged and hung another ornament on the tree. Still, he wasn�t one to give up easily. "Ne, Wu-Chan, did you get presents for everyone?"

Chang considered ignoring the braided boy entirely, but knew it wouldn�t do any good. "Everyone except Barton."

Duo screwed up his face and said lamely, "I got him a shirt, but I don�t know if that�s what he wanted. Do you have any idea what he likes?"

None of them really had a clear idea of what the quiet French boy liked, or needed, for that matter. And Duo had a point; clothes wouldn�t be very useful; Trowa would just shred them in battle, and he had virtually no life outside of the battlefield and the circus, so it was next to impossible to get the green-eyed boy something that wasn�t incredibly moronic and useless.

"If I knew, I would have something for him, wouldn�t I?"

Duo raised a chestnut eyebrow and picked up a ball of tinsel. "Ah, guess you�re right�" He looked out the window. Quatre was sitting on a large, snow covered rock. If one looked very closely, the boy�s lips moved to form a single word: Trowa.

Love was truly screwed up, that was all there was to it; how else could two guys so obviously in love not know it? "Saa� those two�"

Wufei followed his companion�s gaze. Almost immediately, his face lit up in an unholy smile. "I know what Trowa wants�"

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"It�s simple. Barton�s off at the circus and won�t be home until it�s really late, right?"

"Yeah�" Heero said slowly, "So we have a couple hours to get his present ready for him."

All three grinned and pulled their winter gear on. "All righty then," Duo rubbed his gloved hands together with an evil leer. "Let�s get to work, boys."

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Just one more day until Christmas� he could hardly wait. Air puffed through Quatre�s lips as he inhaled the frosty air. For someone so used to the desert, he had taken quite a liking to the snow. //I wonder if Trowa likes the snow too�// The Arabian boy blushed at the thought of the other pilot. The slim, strong body, deep green eyes, gentle smile�

Quatre wanted more than anything to tell the tall, quiet boy how he felt, but fear held him back. So gentle, but cold� COLD!!! Quatre stiffened as a pair of hands grabbed the back of his jacket and stuffed a pile of snow in.

"Yaaah!" He yelped, desperately trying to get the frost out of his clothing. Meanwhile, Duo stood behind the rock, laughing like the sick little psycho he was. "Duo!" Suddenly, two more hands rammed into his back, and shoved him face first into the snow. Choking and sputtering, Quatre looked up to find Wufei standing over him, grinning with a smugness that should�ve been illegal.

"Great," The blond muttered, "What else could possibly happen?" His vision was blotted out by a clump of snow being dumped onto his head. As predicted, Heero Yuy was standing next to his prone body, holding a large shovel in his gloved hands. Quatre opened his mouth to say something, but sneezed instead.

Duo grinned and chirped just a tad bit too brightly, "You look like hell, Q. You should go back in and get warmed up." The Arabian pilot would�ve glared, but his teeth were chattering from being soaked to the skin.

Brushing snow from his hair, Quatre nodded and headed for the house, muttering, "If anyone needs me, I�ll be in the shower."

When the door closed, the three boys exchanged evil, triumphant looks. "Ninmu kanryou. Now for Phase Two."

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The blond pilot quickly stripped off his wet clothes, tossed them in the hamper in the corner, and made a beeline for the bathroom. His hands shook as they turned the faucets. Quatre stepped into the warm spray of water, feeling the snowflakes melting from his hair. Still, it wasn�t enough, he was practically numb. He turned on even more hot water, until the whole bathroom was filled with thick steam.

Quatre was so absorbed in his shower that he never heard the barely audible creak of the door opening and closing. He never even caught a glimpse of the three figures walking stealthily through the fog.

Without warning, the bathroom door was jerked open and rough hands closed around his arm. Quatre�s sapphire eyes widened in shock and he nearly tripped over the lip of the stall as he was pulled out. He started struggling, but the hands held him still. He twisted his head upward and stared. "Heero?!"

Duo and Wufei stepped out of the thinning fog and smiled at him. Duo grinned and asked, "Hey Q, you washed your hair, right?"

Too surprised to say anything, Quatre only nodded. Duo�s grin widened until it practically reached his ears. "Great! That only gives us less work to do."

"W-what-" Quatre started to struggle again. Heero tightened his grip on the blond pilot�s arms, sat in a chair, and pulled him into his lap. The Japanese boy grabbed a handful of golden hair and said flatly, "Hold still."

Eyes watering with pain, the young Arabian had no choice but to obey. He sat uncomfortably in Heero�s lap as the other two boys dried him off. When they were done, Quatre blurted out, "What are you doing?" Duo giggled and brandished a hairbrush.

"Don�t worry, this isn�t for us." Scooting next to Heero, the American started brushing the wet locks with expert skill.

"What do you mean-" Quatre was rudely cut off by cloud of baby powder in his face.

Wufei shook a powderpuff of frightening size and replied, "You�ll find out soon." With that, he dusted the powder over Quatre�s skin, although the blond boy wished that the Chinese youth had left certain areas alone. By the time the three were done, Quatre looked like an exquisite porcelain doll; his longish curls framed his pale face and his ivory skin seemed to glow.

"Very nice," Wufei purred, looking at the boy thoughtfully. "Barton�s gonna love this." Quatre flushed miserably and looked at the floor.

The black haired boy then headed out, saying, "I�ll get the stuff. You two get him into Trowa�s room." The Japanese boy stood up and hoisted the blond over his shoulder. Fear kicked in and Quatre started wriggling again. Heero promptly smacked him across his bottom, earning him an indignant shriek.

Duo brought up the rear, smiling at Quatre. "You look great, baby. Tro�s gonna go nuts."

"Duo?" Quatre asked tiredly.

"Yes, baby?"

"Don�t call me that."

"Okay, baby."

"And Duo?"

"Yeah?"

"Go to hell."

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Heero wasted no time in crossing the hallway and depositing the blond Arabian on Trowa�s bed. Quatre let out a tiny squeak as he was roughly flung onto the mattress. He shook his head to clear the spots of color when Wufei appeared in the doorway, holding a roll of red satin ribbon.

Immediately, three sets of hands pinned him down. Wufei swiftly cut off two lengths of ribbon and tied Quatre�s hands over his head. A bow formed under bronzed hands; Wufei used the second piece of ribbon to secure the blond�s wrists and fastened it to the bedposts at the headboard.

At the same time, Duo was tying a big red bow around Quatre�s neck. He gazed at it thoughtfully and then added a pair of gold bells, tittering like some demented child.

The three pilots stepped back to admire their handiwork. "Perfect," Wufei said gleefully, his dark eyes glinting.

Duo nodded his agreement, but then turned to Heero with large violet eyes. "He�s so cute, Hee-Chan! Can we have him instead?"

"No."

Wufei rolled his eyes and pushed the couple out the door, leaving Quatre alone.

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Cheeks still flaming with humiliation, the little blond closed his eyes. Maybe it was just some bizarre dream� He opened his eyes, lashes slightly wet with tears. What was going on? Why did his friends do this? Though the windows were tightly shut, Quatre shivered. The sun was setting and everything was quickly darkening.

Just as he was starting to fall asleep, Wufei came in. He waggled a finger in Quatre�s face, smiling as always. "Uh, uh, uh, you can�t sleep yet. Trowa�s not even here." The Chinese boy opened a shopping bag, took out a number of candles, and set them around the room. Wufei flashed the smaller boy an uncharacteristically naughty grin as he struck a match and lit the candles, one by one.

As Wufei lit a white one on the nightstand, Quatre whispered, "But why? I don�t understand what�s going on." Filling a bowl with oil, the raven-haired pilot set it next to the candle and leaned close enough so that their noses touched.

"It�s pretty simple, Quatre. *You* are Trowa�s Christmas present." His cheeks once more filled with a deep blush, Quatre was struck speechless. Wufei patted his head and left before the Arabian youth could make any sense of what he had said.

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*Ding* *Dong*

"I�ll get it!" Duo sprinted to the door and nearly ripped it off its hinges from anticipation. Trowa blinked at him from beneath his sweep of bangs and a clump of ice.

"Hey, Duo," Trowa took off his coat and started for the kitchen when Duo slung an arm around him and pointed him to the stairs.

"Tro, you�d better get cleaned up. You�re getting snow everywhere." Nodding, Trowa shook some snow out of his hair and headed for his room. His footsteps echoed on the stairs as he went up. He crossed the hall and opened the door- his eyes widening to the size of saucers at the sight that greeted him.

Candles, either red, white, or green, filled the room with soft, flickering light. Quatre was tied to his bed, completely naked. His wrists were tied above his head with a red bow, which, in turn, was tied to the bedposts. Another red bow was around his neck; two tiny bells were attached to the satiny ribbon, jingling softly with each of the boy�s movements. There was a sprig of mistletoe and crimson berries in the soft blond curls and an identical red flush on the young man�s cheeks. "T-Trowa?"

The French pilot didn�t answer; he merely stepped forward, dumbstruck at the angel tied to his bed. Quatre forced a shaky grin. "Uh� merry Christmas?" Silently, with the grace of a cat, he leaned over the boy. Quatre�s large blue eyes grew even larger. "Trowa?" The brown haired boy didn�t answer. He reached out and cupped a rosy cheek, bringing him closer for a long awaited kiss.

The blond boy�s lips were unbelievably soft and sweet. Slightly shocked, they parted easily for his tongue. Trowa laid his full weight on top of the small boy, running his hands over the soft skin. "Mm�" He purred, pulling away from the tempting lips. "Very nice�" Trowa looked at the little card. In neat, flowing cursive, it read: Merry Christmas, Trowa! From Wufei and the guys

"Must remember to give my thanks to Wufei later," Trowa muttered, pulling his shirt over his head. Bending close to kiss the delicate curve of Quatre�s ear, he whispered, "I�ve waited a long time for this sort of opportunity. And now that it�s finally come, I�m sure as hell not going to let you go. I�ve waited for a long time, Angel, and now you�re all mine�" Almost as if daring him to protest, Trowa tilted the golden head back and kissed the bared throat. Quatre trembled and couldn�t help but let an aroused moan escape his lips.

Trowa kissed him again, one hand roaming the slender body, the other undoing his pants. He ran a callused hand over the firm rear, squeezing it and hardening at the resulting moan. His lips traveled lower and closed over a pink nipple; Trowa sucked on the rosy bud, biting it gently. Quatre gasped, the blush on his cheeks turning even darker. The dark haired boy then turned his attention to the second nipple. A soft groan rang through the dimly lit room as Trowa�s skilled tongue teased the erect nub. He went lower still, kissing the taut stomach and flicking his tongue against Quatre�s navel.

The little blond moaned louder, wriggling under Trowa�s touch. His senses stopped when he felt something hot and wet take him in. Trowa ran his tongue over the boy�s arousal, getting more and more turned on by the soft moans. His own erection dug into the covers, aching for release. Beneath him, he felt Quatre stiffen and cry out. Trowa could feel a warm, salty fluid rushing into his mouth and coating his throat.

Licking away every drop, he then moved up and wrapped his arms around the slim waist. "How was it, Angel?"

Dazed blue eyes looked up at him and Quatre murmured, "You haven�t� haven�t come yet�" This was true, Trowa was painfully aware of his hardness pressing against the soft, flat belly.

The emerald-eyed boy worried his lip and then smiled when he saw a bowl of oil sitting on the nightstand. Good Lord, Wufei had really outdone himself. All the more reason to pay him back later, even if this was supposed to be his Christmas gift.

Reaching over his small lover, Trowa dipped his fingers into the bowl. He slipped a finger into Quatre, muffling the boy�s groan with his own lips. He quickly added two more before deciding the blond was ready. Covering his erection with the oil, he slowly pushed himself into Quatre�s willing body. The blond pilot cried out again, tugging at his satin bonds.

The heat, the tightness, everything flooded Trowa�s mind. He thrust harder, feeling Quatre�s muscles clutching at him. His eyes cracked open, drinking in the sight of his angel. The Arabian beauty lay under him, skin slick with perspiration, face flushed, hair tousled, writhing at his slightest touch. His beautiful lover, the tight warmth, the blond�s newly aroused hardness digging against his stomach, it all caused Trowa to lose control. His lean body tensed and released his passion into the young man beneath him. Quatre came seconds later, too spent to even cry out.

Pulling out of Quatre, Trowa moved back up and gathered his exhausted lover into his shaky arms. One hand reached up and fumbled with the ribbons, freeing Quatre from the silky bindings. The blond looked at him with a puzzled look as Trowa plucked the mistletoe from the silky blond locks and held it over them. The French boy then grinned and stole a quick kiss.

Quatre smiled back and snuggled close, tucking his head under the taller boy�s chin. He gave his lover one last smile before falling asleep.

Trowa pulled the blankets over their naked bodies and mumbled, "Must-*yawn*- remember to thank Wufei for this� "

Downstairs, he could hear an extremely drunk Duo Maxwell singing at the top of his lungs. "Jingle balls, jingle balls, nookie all the wa~ay! Oh what fun it is to ride on Heero�s open sleigh, HEY!!!"

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Just like more than half the population around the globe, the five pilots spent their morning opening presents, pigging out, and playing in the snow, throwing everything from pinecones to unpleasantly hard blocks of snow yet to be thawed, at each other. Or at least four of the five, anyway. Wufei quietly went up the stairs, his arms loaded with gifts from his friends; although he made a mental note to throw out Duo�s subscription to PlayBoy.

Even though his hands were full, he managed to turn the knob with his foot and get in. His onyx eyes widened to a comical size and his presents scattered on the floor, turned into pink bunnies and zoomed down the hall to scare an unsuspecting braid boy [1]. Or if you are the unimaginative reader, the boxes just hit the floor, bounced once for a good measure, and sat there.

Trieze Khushrenada was tied to his bed, naked as the day he was born. The same red ribbon he had used on Quatre the night before bound his wrists and ankles to the bedposts and there was a large red bow between the man�s legs.

"P-pookie?!"

Trieze raised a forked eyebrow and said calmly, "Dragon, you have some explaining to do."

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Meanwhile, downstairs�

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! GET THEM AWAY FROM ME!!!!!"

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I�m so awful, ne? Merry Christmas everyone!~ LiLi

[1] You�d know what I was talking about if you read the Thanksgiving story first ^^;;;