Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam Wing character and I'm not making a profit by writing this. This is purely for pleasure!

Warnings: Language, yaoi, eventual lemon, angst, attempted suicide, silliness

Authors note: Just so you know, there is SEX in this chapter, so all the kiddes need to be aware of that. If you don't want to read about m/m sex, don't read this! THE TITLE SAYS IT ALL! :)

This fic completely disregards Endless Waltz.

Chapter 3: Sex and Candy Canes

Heero's POV

It has become offical. I not only hate Christmas, I hate Christmas with a vengence. Whoever created this holiday was obviously a sadistic bastard and should be shot-preferably by me.

I scowled down at the cookie dough in my hands. It's been over a week since the mall incident and since then, Duo and Quatre have been doing everything they could think of to get "into the Christmas spirit". This included their current project of making a gingerbread house, complete with gingerbread men. Neither of them had been satisfied until they dragged Wufei, Trowa and myself into the kitchen to help, all in the name of getting "into the Christmas spirit". Thus the reason I stood here, up to my elbows in cookie dough and flour while the other were busy decorating the gingerbread house. To my dismay, there was even flour in my hair thanks to Duo's antics earlier.

My scowl deepened and I savagely pressed the cookie cutter into the dough. To make matters worse, Duo had decided that in order to get even more "into the Christmas spirit" we needed Christmas music. So for the last hour, Duo's Christmas CD has been on repeat in the sound system. I gritted my teeth as Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer ended and The Twelve Days of Christmas blared out over the speakers. Despite being the first time I've even listened to the Christmas songs, I swear that I know them all by heart now. I didn't even have little Shinigami for company, since he'd been banned from the kitchen once he got into the flour.

None of this would be truly that bad if it hadn't been for two things: Duo and his God damned candy cane. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Duo tried to recreate a miniature, gingerbread version of Deathscythe Hell (at least, that what he creation was supposed to look like) while sucking slowly on that fucking candy cane. Watching as discretely as I could as Duo slowly drew the candy cane out again. Once out, Duo drew his tongue along the fading red stripes. At the end of the stick, he ever so daintily liked the head before plunging the peppermint candy back into his mouth. I winced as he bit off a piece of the candy cane, my cock throbbing in sympathy as Duo crunched away, finishing off the rest of the hard candy. Suddenly, Duo turned and winked at me. I blushed slightly at being caught watching him and I was very glad I was on the other side of the counter from everyone else so that they couldn't see my raging hard on.

Glaring back down at the dough in front of my, I began to transfer the tiny men onto the cookie sheet. The only good think about this situation, I decided, was that I had gotten out of wearing that stupid apron. Wufei hadn't been so lucky. God only knows how Quatre and Duo got him into it, but afterwards we had to listen him rant about injustice for the first half hour of baking. I'd only gotten out of the humiliating situation by threatening to walk through the window if they even came near me with the frilly thing that Duo had picked out for me.

"Smile, Heero! You're supposed to be having fun, not trying to tear the heads off the gingerbread men," Duo told me as he tried to use icing to glue another piece onto his gingerbread Gundam.

Finally registering what I was doing, I found that I really had torn the head off the gingerbread man I had in my hands. I looked up and scowled back at Duo for pointing out my flagrant lack of control.

"I think Heero needs a break," Trowa said kindly.

Just then, Duo's misshapen Gundam decided to collapse into a heap of icing and cookie pieces. Duo growled at it in frustration. "Damn it! That's the fourth time! I think I need a break too!" Duo looked at me and I saw his eyes light up with mischief.

My death glare, which had stopped grown men in their tracks, seemed to have no affect on Duo as he advanced on me. I didn't even realize I had back away from him until my back ran into the refrigerator. Sensing weakness, Duo pounced, and before I knew it was I being dragged out of the kitchen. I heard the other erupt in laughter behind me.

Once we reached the safety of our room, Duo looked pointedly down at my straining erection and said, "Looks like you have something that needs to be taken care of."

I glared at him yet again, determined not to forgive him so easily for the torture he'd caused me by what he called cookie baking.

"No thanks to you and your damn candy cane," I growled back.

Duo grinned at me evilly, held up a fresh candy cane and said, "Oh, I'm not finished yet."

Before I could respond (or run away), I found myself spun around and pushed backwards onto the bed. Duo was fast, I'll give him that. Before I knew it, I was completely undressed while the still clothed Duo sat on top of me. I watched, slightly dazed, as Duo proceeded to unwrap the shinny new candy cane.

Duo dropped the wrapper to the floor as he shifted his weight, and I felt his jean clan knee press between my thighs.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, giving no room for protest. Warily, I obeyed, unsure of what Duo was planning. Obviously I hadn't spread my legs far enough for Duo's liking and I felt his knees force me farther apart, exposing myself to him. For a minute, he just sat there looking at me with a serious expression on his face. I could feel myself start to blush. I never really understood why he looked at me like that, seeing all the scars and imperfections that laced my body. It was a testament of how much I trusted him to let him see me so vulnerable.

Then the spell seemed to break and Duo began to grin again. "Here's your next lesson: There is more you can do with a candy cane than eat it," he said cryptically as he brought the candy cane up to is mouth and it disappeared in one fluid motion.

I felt myself harden even more at the erotic sight as I watched Duo tease the candy cane with him mouth. I knew how talented that mouth could be.

The evil grin returned as he withdrew the now wet candy and brought it down between my legs. Propping myself up, my eyes widened as I followed its path, now realizing what Duo was planning.

The sticky tip slowly circled my entrance in light, feathery touches. "Relax, love," he said soothingly, "you wouldn't want to tense up and have it snap while its inside you, would you?" He paused, and then said almost absently, "Although it would be fun to try and retrieve it with my tongue."

Before I could protest, I felt the slick candy slide past the first ring of muscles and only Duo's firm hand on my hip prevented me from arching off the bed. By the time I felt the hook at the end press into me, I was panting with the effort not to move. The tension built up in my neck instead as I threw my head back and gripped the sheets tightly.

"Good boy. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

I knew he would make me answer him and I croaked out a yes as I shut my eyes tightly.

"Good, then we can move on."

"Duo, don't-" The thin rod pulled back abruptly before ramming back in. The steady rhythm of Duo's thrust left me trembling with the need for release and the effort it took not to move.

"You're doing soooooo good, baby . . . . oh yeah . . . . just a little be longer . . . . you're doing great . . . . mmmmmmm . . . . . you're so sexy . . . . . . take it, baby . . . . just a little bit deeper . . . ." Duo murmured as his candy cane methodically stroked my inner walls.

I panted even harder as Duo's words and that stupid rod of peppermint sent wave after wave of pleasure through me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I couldn't seem to stop moaning Duo's name, begging him for my release.

Suddenly, a particularly savage thrust at just the right angel made me see stars and I arched off the bed despite Duo's warnings about not moving. I froze when I heard the quiet snap as the well-used candy cane broke.

"Shit, Duo!" I said, sitting up in panic.

"It's alright," Duo said, laughing as he pushed me back down.

"Damn it, don't laugh! This is serious!" I yelled at him in distress.

Ignoring me, he held up the rest of the candy cane. "See, only about an inch broke off. It wont be hard to get out."

I blushed furiously as he said this and glared at him. It was his fault I was in this embarrassing predicament to begin with! I could even feel the hard little piece of candy cane still inside me and, to my horror, my cock twitched in pleasure at the thought.

And how the hell did he think he was going to get it out anyways?!

I watched as Duo scooted down the bed. A thought occurred to me.

"Uh . . . you're not . . . really going to use your tongue . . . are you?"

"I don't lie, Heero," he said seriously as he lowered his head between my legs.

"But-" I didn't have a chance to say anything more as his tongue plunged into me in search of the missing piece of candy cane.