Disclaimer: I don't own them and I don't make any money off of them.
Warnings: Male/Male sex, graphic, language, violence,past NCS.
Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this.
Warning:Male/Male sex, language, graphic
Shinigami's Lover Christmas
"Air wrench?" Duo guessed.
"No." Heero replied.
"Laser pen with an adjustable positioning guidance program?"
Heero stared wide eyed. "Is that what you wanted?"
Duo snorted. "No."
Heero smiled and grunted as he finally convinced the fireplace to stay lit. As he sat back on the sheepskin rug and Duo handed him his steaming cup of hot chocolate, he thought that it was a perfectly peaceful moment. Sprawled in front of a fire, Christmas tree twinkling in the near darkness of the living room, Soda curled up nearby on gentle guard, and the quiet crackling of the logs, seemed a scene plucked from some old time painting.
"Are you going to guess?" Duo wondered. "It's a tradition now, you know?"
Heero smiled at his lover. "Is it?" He took Duo's hand and kissed the ring there that he had given Duo last year, a silver band with a cross done in small diamonds. His own ring, the one that Duo had given him, was a silver band in the shape of wings encircling his finger.
"It is," Duo told him and his eyes were warm and glowing with last year's memory.
"Micro engineering tools," Heero guessed.
"Nope!" Duo replied with a grin.
Duo made a face. "We have cars, Heero, not spaceships."
Heero smirked, "String bathing suit?"
Duo narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything.
Heero's eyes widened in alarm. "Duo?"
Duo suddenly took on an impatient air. "Let's open them already. Your guesses are lousy."
They put aside their hot chocolate and Duo rummaged around the Christmas tree filled with presents from friends and coworkers and found their two gifts. Duo's gift consisted of two hand sized boxes wrapped in blue paper. Heero's gift was a large box wrapped in gold foil. Duo took his gold box and Heero took his two small boxes. They looked at each other.
"Well?" Duo prompted.
Heero blushed and put his gifts in his lap. "You first, please."
Duo hesitated and then he shrugged. "Okay."
The lid simply lifted off and the inside of the box was filled with gold and white tissue paper. Duo lifted it up and out, wondering how much just the wrapping had cost. The way it glittered, it looked like gold leaf. Inside was darkness, a contrast; just the poetic, artistic imagery that Heero loved. Duo lifted out a black robe. It was made out of linen, the weave as soft as the fuzz on a baby's cheek. Duo marveled at it as it slid over his skin and he shivered. Gold letters in Japanese scrolled in a windblown pattern over one shoulder and around the waist as if it were hugging the robe.
"Heero," Duo whispered in awe.
"It says," Heero told him quietly, "Our love is the light in the darkness and it will forever shine."
Duo clutched the robe to his chest and then launched himself at Heero. He kissed Heero deeply as Heero held him and then he said breathlessly into Heero's collar. "You! Such a sap! Such a damned poet! God, I love you!" As he was saying it though, he was pulling his gifts out of Heero's hands. Heero resisted and took them back.
"Duo," Heero admonished him as Duo slid away from him and looked embarrassed, rubbing at the back of his neck and staring at the two boxes in Heero's hands. "Any gift from you, no matter what it is, will be cherished by me."
"Well... " Duo huffed and his bangs blew upwards. "It just seems kind of lame after... that."
Heero gave him a stern look and began opening the gifts. "It will be all right, Duo. Please, don't worry." But then he was holding a neon pink thong bathing suit in one hand and blushing. Duo gnawed hard on his fingernail.
"Well, you see," Duo tried to explain and then he faltered. Suddenly, he exploded, "You're just a hard act to follow, Heero!"
"Duo," Heero soothed. "It's all right, really it is..." His hands were opening the second box, but with a hint of trepidation now. When he pulled out two tickets, a pass key, and a formal letter, he blinked.
Duo tried to explain, but his look told Heero that he wasn't sure about his gift at all now. "I made sure we get our vacation together. That's the letter okaying it, Sally Po's present to us. Quatre helped me by lending me one of the small, private, tropical islands his family owns. We get to stay there for two weeks, pretty much by ourselves. Right now, it's a toasty eighty degrees in the shade there and every bungalow has a steam room and a whirlpool, sunken, bath."
"Paradise," Heero said with a soft smile. Duo raised eyebrows and Heero went on. "You've just given me paradise, Duo, and your love wrapped around it. How could you think that wasn't a perfect gift?"
Duo grinned and then he was in Heero's lap again. "You really like it?"
"Yes, I love it," Heero replied and kissed Duo deeply. His arms
encircled Duo's waist and the gifts were forgotten as they sank down onto the
sheepskin rug. Soda watched as they began to give each other another kind of
gift entirely. Slyly, he reached under the Christmas tree and pulled out a dog
chew toy with a red ribbon attached to it. Trotting off to a quieter part of
the house, he went to enjoy his present.