Disclaimer: I don't own GW, or the boys – if I did, I'd have a much merrier holiday season. They are, however, on my wish list. I don't own any of the songs I mentioned either.

Warning: No real timeline, other than the fact that it's during the holiday season (that would be December).
Not much of a location. It could be AU. Or not. You decide.
A little bit of shounen-ai. Lots of fluffy snow, it's Christmas, after all!

All I Want For Christmas

Part Two

Trowa was waiting outside, as promised, holding Quatre's coat in one hand, and looking very pleased with himself.

"You pulled the fire alarm," Quatre felt it needed to be said aloud. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Anything for you, Cat," Tro replied, and slung his arm around the other boy's shoulders as they walked away from the hall.

Quatre laughed, and looped his own arm around the taller boy's waist.

A short bus-ride and a quick walk later, the two boys reached Quatre's house, entering through the kitchen door.

"I doubt anyone will be home until tomorrow," Quatre explained as he led the way through he dark house.

"It's almost tomorrow, now," Trowa replied, glancing at his light-up watch.

"Maybe we'll get some snow," Quatre commented. "We haven't had snow for Christmas since I can remember. Every year I've wished for it, but it's never happened."

"Me, too," Trowa said softly. "I've always hoped that someday…" he paused, then went on, "that someday I'd be able to share a first-snow kiss with someone. Someone special." He took the violinist's hand.

Quatre beamed, and squeezed the hand holding his. "That would be wonderful."

They moved down the hall together.

"Close your eyes," Quatre commanded a minute later.

"What?" Trowa started. "Why?"

White teeth flashed in the dim light as Quatre grinned. "Trust me."

Trowa scowled, but obeyed, closing his eyes tightly and letting the younger boy lead him forward.

"Stay there for a moment," Quatre said, letting go of Trowa's hand.

Something clicked, then Trowa felt Quatre's presence again at his side.

"Now," came Quatre's voice. "Open your eyes."

Tro slowly opened his eyes, and gasped in surprise.

They were standing in a large parlor that had been decked out for Christmas. An enormous tree, heavily laden with ornaments, lights, and strings of popcorn, stood in one corner. The mantle over an old-fashioned fireplace boasted a miniature nativity scene with brightly colored china figurines. Snowflake doilies covered the windows and hung from the ceiling on silver strings. Even the exquisite piano had been decorated with fake snow. The entire room was lit only by the strings of white Christmas lights on the tree and the electric candles on the tables. In was like walking into a wonderland.

"It's beautiful, Cat," Trowa breathed.

"I'm glad you like it," Quatre replied, voice equally soft. He rose onto his toes and kissed the taller boy gently on the mouth before resting his head against his shoulder. "Sing for me?" he asked, warm breath ghosting across Tro's neck.

"Of course." Trowa sat at the piano, caressing the keys. "Any requests?"

"'White Christmas'?"

Trowa nodded, and began to play.

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh-bells in the snow…"

As Trowa's voice filled the parlor Quatre lit a fire in the grate, then moved to sit on the bench next to Tro. He closed is eyes as he leaned against his lover, content to just let the music wash over him.

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white."

The last threads of the song faded away, leaving only the crackle of the fire to break the silence.

"Will you sing?" Trowa finally asked. "I'd hoped to hear you sing at the concert, but – "

"We can have our own concert," Quatre cut him off. "Just for us." He was silent for a long moment, then – "I know we agreed not to do presents this year, but that piece I played earlier," he was blushing fiercely, "the one I played at the concert on my violin, I wrote it for – "

"I know. Thank you." Trowa gave the blond a quick kiss, then rose from the bench and began to pace, looking suddenly awkward. "I know I can't match your song," he said in a rush, stopping and fixing his gaze on the fire. "It was so beautiful and I know you worked so hard on it, and I could tell it came from your heart. And I know we decided not to do real presents, and I know that I could never afford to get you anything like you deserve – not that there's anything you really need anyway – but I still really wanted to get you something, I just couldn't find anything that I felt was enough." He turned to face Quatre. "Cat, what do you want?"

The boy smiled, but didn't answer. Instead, he began to play, then to sing.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas
Is you…"

Trowa moved to lean on the piano, feeling the music reverberate through him as Quatre's voice rang out clear and sweet.

"I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas
Is you…"

Trowa turned away again, blinking rapidly as the pure notes continued to fill the air.

"Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just wanna see my baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want you for my own
More that you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas
Is you…"

Quatre let the music die away as he stood and cross the room to wrap his arms around the other boy. "All I want for Christmas is you," he whispered.

Trowa kissed him fiercely, returning the tight embrace. "You have me," he murmured when they finally broke apart. "Always and forever, Cat."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

They kissed again.

Somewhere in the house, a clock began to slowly chime.

"It's midnight," Trowa said, voice soft. "Merry Christmas, Cat."

"Merry Christmas, Tro," Cat smiled, and snuggled close.

They stood there, just holding each other, as the last chimes faded away, then they reluctantly drew apart.

Quatre went to add another log to the fire, while Trowa looked around the room again, still trying to take it all in, and determined to fix this scene in his memory so he would never forget it.

Cat came to stand beside the older boy at the windows.

On closer inspection, Trowa realized that each window had been artificially frosted on the inside as well as on the outside by the cold. And he noticed something else.

Turning to the boy next to him, Trowa leaned in close and pressed another kiss to Quatre's lips, linking his arms around the other boy's waist.

Quatre sighed, arms draping themselves around Trowa's neck as he leaned into the kiss, pulling the taller boy closer.

"What was that for?" Cat asked when they finally broke apart.

Trowa smiled. "It's snowing."

A/N: Kissing in the snow is such a magical thing, and I read somewhere that it's good luck to kiss someone when it first starts to snow. Awww ::sniffles::
Oh,the song Quatre played on his violin in Part 1 isn't actually based on anything real, just something floating in my head.
Anyway, please R & R! And HAPPY HOLIDAYS to everyone!