Title: Mistletoe

Authors: Miss Murdered and ELLE

Pairings/Warnings: 1x2, m/m sexual relations, Christmas-ness, bad language, hints of angst, humor and sap – usual stuff

Disclaimer: Quite unfortunately, we still do not own Gundam Wing. ;-P

Duo

"– and that is how beta team ended up blowing up half of the hotel they were meant to be protecting against any untoward activity... Pretty ironic, actually."

I suddenly realised the dude who had been telling me the world's most fucking dull story involving explosives had finished and I gave a little nod, not sure whether I was meant to laugh or not. Hell, he'd lost me at the point he started naming agents and then the cost of repairs and shit. And that was about ten minutes ago. Fuck, I had really not been listening as my eyes had been on the other side of the room as I sipped champagne and listened to Agent Dullard – I don't think he was an standard agent, maybe something like a Commander but hell if I knew. All I knew is that I was standing across the room from Heero who was looking damn uncomfortable as some chick had gone from merely talking to him to outright flirting with him.

Hey, I am not the jealous type, you know, okay – maybe I'm a little fucking possessive but I knew that the chick stood no chance, even as she pushed her breasts out in his direction, the low cut fluffy sweater with candy canes on meant to make her, uh, 'assets' pretty obvious.

Heero, being damn Heero, probably didn't even notice how obvious she was being but then he didn't exactly look happy at her hand on his arm, at her proximity, so I swallowed the rest of my champagne. Heero has issues with personal space so it was his considerate lover to the rescue.

Never say I never save 'Ro's ass. As fuck, I do it a lot.

"Thanks. That story was... great," I said to Agent Boring and I excused myself to walk across the office to Heero's location, dropping my empty glass on a desk and picking up my weapon on the way.

Sweetie, no one gets anywhere with my man except me – and she so was gonna see it.

I don't know if I was being watched, shit did I care as we had been made to attend this Christmas office party crap – Une said we were too remote, said we didn't interact with the Preventer organisation apart from what was mandatory, said we weren't team players and didn't do what was right for everyone, only ourselves.

And hell, I admit, maybe we took the rules a little into our own hands but a holiday party, with 'fun' Christmas sweaters, was a cruel and unusual punishment. One that I was gonna at least get some real fun outta. Even if I was wearing a black sweater with a reindeer on it – fuck, 'least it was black is all I'm saying. 'Least I was able to disable the flashing red nose. Jesus, my fifteen year old self woulda laughed his guts up – or maybe he would be more amused by Heero's with snowmen appliqued on it. Whatever, I think I woulda died rather than do this. This must be me reaching some form of maturity. Or I'd just gotten to the point in my life where I could laugh at the ridiculous situation rather than get royally flaming pissed.

I approached and I could hear her voice, meant to be coy and seductive and 'Ro answering with short "yeah" and "nos" and grunts. Her hand had gone to his bicep, rubbing there, and I was damn sure she was complimenting him on his muscles which I was really tempting me to say something about him to make her a little jealous. As being held up against a wall and fucked hard by him was something else, lemme tell you, there's something pretty hot when Heero gets a little caveman and pushes me up against a wall and fucks me hard. I like the occasional show of super strength and dominance as long as he bends over and lets me fuck him too – alls fair in love and war, after all.

But right now, I had my sights set and I raised my weapon as I approached. He looked perplexed for a moment, damn confused at why I was holding some leafy thing in my hand but he figured it out, smart boy, as I gave the chick a wink before I raised the mistletoe above his head and kissed him for all I was worth – audience be damned. Shit the audience could applaud as I kissed him, slid my tongue into his mouth, ran it along teeth, teased him with every trick I knew – tilted my head, grabbed hold of the back of his head with my free hand and I could feel his body move to meet mine, closing in, and I could feel how hot he was – and it wasn't anything to do with the tacky Christmas sweaters. Fuck, it did not matter how many times I kissed him, felt his mouth on mine, sucked on his tongue, I damn couldn't get enough, wanted to taste him, consume him, damn crawl inside him. He made so fucking insatiable in any situation, hot and half way to hard. Even when it was a hell of an inappropriate time.

I backed off, lowered my mistletoe and smirked at the chick.

"Sorry hun – he's taken."

I don't think I needed the words as she left a little quickly – I wasn't sure if our display had disgusted her or turned her on. Whichever it had done something but I wasn't concerned and I flashed my eyes back to Heero as his hand had grabbed mine and he placed it lightly at the front of his jeans. I rubbed my palm over him, feeling a budge, not fully hard and I smirked, squeezed a little and heard him moan as I whispered into his ear.

"Let's find somewhere private."

I could feel his dick hardening, could feel my own half damn hard and I grabbed his hand, leading him outta the main conference area into the empty corridor and without warning he was on me, pushing me against a wall, his body so firm and so fucking perfect. I melted into him, couldn't help it, let him dominate. His hips ground into mine aggressively and his mouth was on my lips, then my jaw, then my throat. His hand had slid down my pants, me not knowing when the fuck he'd gotten past zipper and button and I panted as he brought my cock out and stroked. Where people could easily walk by us. I may have a slight kink about the idea of people seeing us – I mean, damn, I don't mind people knowing I'm being screwed by Heero-sexy-fucking-bastard-Yuy – but maybe not when we're being punished for not playing by the rules at work. As fuck, what could we do if they kicked us outta Preventer? Pizza delivery? Postal service? Accountancy? Shit if I knew.

"'Ro," I moaned, my voice sounding kinda needy. "Not here."

"Where?" he asked as he continued the confident slide of his hand, a teasing thumb on the slit, his mouth on my throat.

"Copy...room," I answered as it was just down the hall.

His hand left my dick and he raised his fingers to his mouth, licked and smirked.

And hell though I'd started this whole thing with the mistletoe, I seriously was not gonna be finishing it – Heero damn well was.