Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Yuletide Peace ❯ Holiday Surprises ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Yuletide Peace [part 4/6]

Book 4 of the "Incredible Edibles Series"

Author: Enigma

Written: December, 2001; revised: December, 2002

Rating: NC-17

Series: Gundam Wing

Pairings: (3x5)-lemon [(Sally+9) (1x2) (6x4)]-non-lemon

Category: Yaoi, Shojo ai, Romance, Sap, Humor, Lemon, AU-OOC

Enigma Story Category: Pilots' Pleasure

Archive: mediaminer.org [author: "E-sama the Llama"], GW Addiction, Sweet&Sweet

Warnings: yaoi, shojo ai, romance, sap, humor, lemon, Howard, G-Boys in party clothes, seductive eating, holiday foods, fluff, and general silliness. AU-OOC.

Disclaimers: "Gundam Wing" is the property of Bandai, Sunrise, et al. This unauthorized and unpaid piece of fanfiction was created for entertainment only, kindly do not sue me.

Notes: Following a wonderful Thanksgiving celebration with friends, Wufei and Trowa rendezvous with Sally aboard Howard's ship and the injured ShenLong pilot is finally freed of the cumbersome cast that he has worn since his Gundam was shot down. What special gift does Trowa offer Wufei while they attend a joyful Christmas party which includes another lovely face from both Gundam pilots' recent pasts?

*****

Passions cooling slightly in the presence of the kindly physician, Trowa and Wufei were able to make themselves comfortable in a relatively secluded corner of the festively decorated hangar as well as make light conversation.

Before they could be alone again, however, Sally prodded Trowa's memory by asking, "So, Trowa, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about? You said you thought you could help me with something, what was it?"

A nervous smile crept onto the European pilot's face as he asked in return, "If I may be so bold as to ask, Sally, how do you feel about Lucrezia?"

Startled, the woman frowned slightly, then said, "She's a good friend. Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's kind of hard to ask this, but," he glanced at Wufei who had picked up on where this topic was headed and he smiled reassuringly at him and gave him the silent encouragement he needed to continue, "do you find her attractive?" As expected, a hint of pink heat crept up his cheeks as he awaited an answer even as he got a "good job!" smile from his lover.

Totally surprised, Sally blinked at him for a moment and considered his words thoughtfully before answering slowly, "Yes, yes, I do, Trowa. I think she's quite attractive, actually, and I don't just mean physically. Luce has integrity and she's courageous, kind, and very dedicated to trying to find a way to end this conflict." Suddenly aware of the direction the conversation was headed, she added mischievously, "Plus, she's a *great* dancer! You should see her do the tango! That girl's poetry in motion, I tell you!"

Wufei snickered softly and Trowa smiled more confidently when he commented, "Then may I respectfully suggest you find an excuse to go ask her to dance, Sally? I think she'd like to spend more time with you if you're interested."

Sally chuckled, a pleasant low sound in her throat as she regarded him more closely and she accused affectionately, "Why, Trowa Barton, I do believe you are trying to play matchmaker. Or am I wrong?"

Trowa glanced away and felt a blush stain his face once more as he nodded, then he looked back and smiled helplessly, saying, "No, you're not wrong at all, Sally. It's just that you're both friends of mine and it seemed as if someone needed to say something to break the ice. Forgive me if I'm being rude, but Lucrezia said something earlier this evening that made me wonder if she wasn't the only one who wanted 'something more' in your relationship."

"Luce said that?" Sally replied, voice soft with wonder and delighted surprise. "I had no idea."

"Then isn't it a good thing that Trowa mentioned it, Dr. Po?" Wufei commented quietly from where he'd sat listening to the conversation pleased to hear that the two women might have a chance for happiness the way that he had had with his own chosen love.

"Yes, indeed it is, Wufei," the woman smiled and reached up to gently run her fingers over the necklace she was wearing, it had been a Christmas gift from the former OZ pilot and she found new meaning it its interwoven silver and gold links.

Sally always wore gold and Lucrezia wore silver, but by blending them in this way, they maintained their individuality while creating a new beauty all their own. Perhaps that had been a sign that they, like the precious metals, might find a new harmony together even as they continued to follow the individual rhythms of their lives.

With a tender smile, Sally commented, "Considering the new information you've given me, Trowa, I believe that I will entrust Wufei to your care again and go off to find Luce to see if she's interested in making that DJ find some decent dance tunes."

"Sounds like an excellent idea to me, Sally," Trowa answered pleasantly, then added as he took Wufei's hand in his own, "Especially the part about me being put in charge of Fei."

The woman chuckled softly as she heard Wufei splutter something about not needing anyone to be "in charge" of him in the first place. As she turned to leave, however, she glanced back and said, "Thanks again, you two. I'm glad you're here and I think I really needed that 'wake up call', Trowa. See you later!"

"Have fun, Sally! Good luck," the auburn-haired boy answered, then turned to his partner and asked teasingly, "Now, Fei, is it really all *that* bad to consider letting me be in charge of you?"

"Of course it is, Tro!" Wufei huffed in annoyance, missing the gleam in his lover's jewel-tone eyes. "I am not a child that needs a babysitter nor an invalid that needs a nurse!"

"Ah, but that wasn't what I was asking, my dragon." The promising purr in Trowa's voice was now unmistakable and he added in a deeper tone, "What I meant, my love, was would it be so terrible to allow me to take the lead this evening in bed? It's been a long time since I assumed the role of seme and you had seemed interested at Thanksgiving, but we never had a chance for it. Perhaps you could consider it a present from me to you?" The words ended as he saw the look of unrestrained joy and lust burst forth on his oriental lover's face knowing it was a reflection of his own feelings. It was all the two could do to not suddenly pull together in a deep and needy kiss.

Instead, Wufei lifted Trowa's hand to lips that still tasted faintly of candy cane, kissed it both front and back, then spoke against the sensitive skin of his partner's palm, "I would be honored, my angel. We had agreed not to exchange gifts since the holiday has little or no meaning religiously to either of us, but *that* is a gift that I would *never* refuse!"

Fire raced through Trowa's body as the impassioned words ended and Wufei placed a surreptitious lick across his palm as he gazed at him hungrily.

Clearing his throat nervously, the taller of the two answered quietly, "Then why don't we hurry up and eat so we can go get started 'unwrapping' things, lover? I don't know about you, but one little treat like that cookie won't be enough to keep me going long enough for *you* to give *me* a similar 'gift' if you so choose."

Growling sexily, Wufei responded promisingly, "Oh, you can be *quite* confident that I'll want to do that, Tro. Remember, 'tis better to give than to receive', or so they say. Personally, I like it both ways, don't you?" With a saucy wink he released the ivory hand he'd held captive during the brief, seductive conversation.

Trowa nodded and agreed with an eager moan, "Oh, absolutely, lover! Absolutely!"

Chuckling with delight as he thought of what was to come, the ShenLong pilot proceeded to share his plate of sumptuous holiday foods by feeding Trowa morsel after morsel by hand, letting the boy lick his fingers clean after each of the stickier items. Then the tables were turned, figuratively speaking, and the HeavyArms pilot did the same for Wufei.

Suffice it to say, it was an incredibly erotic dining experience since they were in public and only added to the building tension despite the fact that no one else ever even noticed them sucking at one another's fingers so sensually.

*****

When the last of the marvelous foods was consumed, the pair silently rose from their place and began making their way back to their stateroom trying to conceal the urgency of their desire for privacy.

As they passed the dance floor, they were delighted by the fact that Sally and Lucrezia were indeed "tripping the light fantastic", laughing together as, of all things, a polka began to boom from the speakers. Without any hesitation whatsoever, the elder of the two bowed comically to her partner and extended her hands, offering to lead. The nineteen year old pilot giggled helplessly, pretended to curtsy in her tight navy slacks, accepted a soft hand on one hip and away they went, merrily spinning to the rhythm of the music.

Howard was also on the dance floor, gracefully romping with one of the younger crewmates, a shy little androgynous blond that reminded both Gundam pilots of their Arabian teammate despite it being entirely unclear if it was a male or a female that the eccentric engineer was dancing with.

Trowa smiled and commented questioningly, "I wonder if Quatre is enjoying discovering Austria with Milliardo, koi?"

Smiling and nodding, Wufei answered with confidence, "I'm sure that he is, love. He'll be attending the Grand Opera in Vienna on Christmas Eve in a few days and eating more kinds of cookies than I can imagine, most likely." A gentle laugh accompanied his next thought, "I wonder if he'll eat so many sweets that he outgrows that little vest of his? That would be amusing, ne?"

"Not going to happen," the European asserted in a tone that left no room for doubts or discussion as he explained, "Not as long as he has Milliardo staying in the same room with him, koi! You and I, my dragon, are mere beginners compared to those two when it comes to bedroom games! If it was an Olympic event, they'd take all the gold medals!"

"Oh?" Wufei snorted softly and resumed hobbling on his cane towards the corridor that would lead them to their own "sexual venue" for the night. Teasing, he asked, "And how would *you* know that, Tro? Have you seen them together or something?"

A dark smile and an entirely unexpected wink were his answer and then the slender youth relented and admitted, "Only once. In the safehouse in Virginia, I accidentally walked in on them in the laundry room. You'd be amazed at what they did with the clothesline, some tapered candles, clothesline pins, the sponge that I--"

The auburn-haired boy's words were interrupted by a firm bronze hand being clamped over his mouth suddenly. When amused emerald eyes glanced at onyx ones, Trowa could see the deep rose flush on Wufei's cheeks that resulted from his own fertile imagination providing him a little more imagery than he could handle.

Wufei stammered as he licked lips suddenly gone dry with desire, "Um, koi? I get the picture, okay? I'm not sure that I want it now that it's in my head, though." Looking as if he was sure that he *didn't* want it there, he shook his head and jet black silk danced across the crimson silk of his tunic as he reached to collect Trowa's hand in his own and suggested, "Let's just get to our cabin, all right, angel? I think we've driven each other insane enough as it is."

Trowa merely shrugged, pleased that he was able to have such an effect on the exotic youth his heart had chosen, then let himself be practically dragged into their room by the smaller teen.

Closing the metal hatch firmly behind them, Wufei leaned back on the door for a moment wearily and ran a hand through flowing raven hair, pushing it back out of his eyes to gaze up at Trowa as he remarked, "That was a nice party, wasn't it, Tro? But I'm glad to be here now. Being alone with you is far better entertainment than anything involving a large crowd."

Warmth filled coffee-dark eyes as the taller youth stepped close enough to brace his hands on the metal to either side of Wufei's face as sparkling verdant eyes came slowly closer and Trowa spoke lovingly, "Ah, this is so true, my love. There wasn't a thing on that buffet table that tasted half as good as *you* do!" Startled by the unusually aggressive move, Wufei froze and Trowa didn't hesitate for a moment, bending his elbows as he leaned down to kiss his soulmate deeply, tongue snaking forward eagerly seeking its partner in the private dance he'd shared with none other than the intoxicating boy beneath him.

Lips locked together, eyelids slid partially shut, breath was shared intimately, and the world slipped away from the two young warriors for an endless moment. Lost in the private union of their love, two souls communed, nurturing one another, giving and receiving the strength they both needed to have to face their imminent actions as well as their anticipated return to the battlefield. Neither had spoken of it, yet as they kissed, each wondered and worried as to how much longer their good fortune would hold and they could remain together in safety.

Thoughts of the future were eradicated by a more pressing need and that bothersome habit of needing to breathe reasserted itself on them both.

Breaking the kiss with a quick gasp for air that was followed by a groan of desire, Trowa leaned farther down and began to feast upon the bronze column of his lover's neck hungrily, moaning between nibbles, bites, and licks, "Dear god, Fei, I *want* you so badly!"

Helpless before the sensual assault, Wufei let his head loll back and come to rest against the door, eyes closed as he answered in a voice gone husky with need, "Then *take* me, Tro! Do anything you want to, my love! I'm yours, all yours!" Finding the strength to open his eyes once more, he moaned and added as he gazed towards the heavens he couldn't see, "And *only* yours, now and forever, my angel."

Breaking off his almost feverish oral stimulation, Trowa pulled away so he could place his hands on Wufei's face, cupping both bronze cheeks and running the pads of his thumbs over kiss-swollen lips. Passion darkened forest green eyes gazed deeply into obsidian orbs darker than the depths of space, and he answered, "And I am *yours* as well, my dragon. All that I am, all that I am destined to be, is yours and yours alone. Today, tomorrow, beyond forever and into an eternity that can not be imagined, I will remain yours, my beloved."

The feeling of timelessness returned and Trowa slipped his hands from their warm spots cradling Wufei's face, down his neck, across his silk covered chest where they paused to stroke the embroidered dragon's magnificent design. Quickly growing restless, the questing hands slipped around the ebony sash, coming to rest at last clasped together at the small of his lover's back and pulled him close once more.

In turn, Wufei wrapped his free hand around the side of the sea mist green shirt, then slid it up Trowa's powerful back, stopping to caress his lover's shoulder blade even as his head came to rest on his lover's chest directly above his heart with a soft sigh.

Intertwined thusly, they both silently realized that if they ever had the opportunity to write their own wedding vows they would hope to remember some of the words they had just spoken. Hoping to memorize the promises the way that they had just been made, they were quiet and still, more comfortable in each other's arms than any place on Earth or in space itself.

*****

To be continued

Full Author's Notes to run at conclusion.