Disclaimer: Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me. I didn't make any profit writing this story.

Warning: yaoi, mention of nipples and a belt buckle

Pairing: Duo and Heero

December 3rd

All Wrapped Up

Outside it was snowing, the flakes drifting down in clumps, lazy as they fell and making the heavy sky beautiful. Inside, two young men were sprawled out on the living room floor wrapping presents.

"How many left?"

Duo had a pen cap in his mouth while he scribbled a name and message on a tag, but Heero could still make out the question. He looked around the room and then leaned over to snag a box that had slid under the couch. "This is the last one."

"Thank God." Spitting out the cap, Duo raised his arms over his head and stretched, wincing when his back popped.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors?"

Heero nodded. And then groaned when he lost. "You know, if my scissors were made of gundanium there's no way they would have lost to rock."

They'd been wrapping presents for a good portion of the afternoon. When Quatre suggested a Christmas party it had seemed like a wonderful idea. This morning though they'd realized they hadn't wrapped any of the presents they'd bought for their friends and the party was tomorrow.

To the mixed pleasure and exasperation of both men, the list was rather long.

Pointing to various packages scattered about the living room, Duo counted them under his breath. "Wufei. Sally. Quatre. Trowa. Relena. Une. Howard. Noin. Zechs. Dorothy. The office secretary. Mrs. Philips downstairs. And..." He paused, puzzled for a second and then remembered the box in Heero's hand. "Catherine!"

Heero chuckled and then pointed to the presents sitting under their small tree as well. "Duo. Duo. Heero. Duo. Heero. And Heero."

Duo grinned and then stood, careful to not step on any of the wrapping paper as he walked to the kitchen. Heero wouldn't drink any coffee now that it was well into the evening but Duo could definitely use a cup.

When he came back he found Heero putting the finishing touches on the last package and couldn't help but smile. The former pilot of Wing Zero sat cross-legged, the small box resting in his lap as he carefully tied the bow. He was biting his bottom lip as he concentrated and the word which came to Duo's mind was...adorable.

Though he thought he'd keep that one to himself.

Silently he dropped to the floor behind Heero, scooting forward so that he was pressed against the other man's back.

"Hey."

Heero smiled and made a sound of pleasure when Duo kissed his neck. "Hey yourself."

"I never realized how well you could wrap. It could be a second calling." His hands crept up Heero's shirt as he spoke and he amused himself by counting the ribs his fingers danced over.

"I rather like my current occupation. Besides, wrapping would only be seasonal work."

Duo laughed and his fingers wandered higher. "There's birthdays too you know." Finding a nipple, he tweaked it and then laughed when Heero dropped the pen.

Heero squirmed and quickly signed the last tag before shoving the present away. "Are you finished molesting me?"

"I just noticed something. It's a nipple but it's not my nipple."

Heero turned his head to stare at Duo blankly. "Did you hit your head in the kitchen?"

Duo thumped him on the shoulder and scowled. "No. I just mean that I'm touching it, right? And it feels like mine but I can't feel anything myself."

Heero snorted and batted Duo's hand away from the object in question. "You play with your nipples often then?"

"Oh shut up." Duo kissed Heero's neck again and then crawled around to the front to get better access. Changing his mind he pushed Heero onto his back, ignoring the rustle of Christmas paper and bows that scattered and rolled away.

"You know what your problem is Yuy?"

"No but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

Duo kissed him deeply once more, and then backed away to catch his breath. "Your problem is you're wound up too tight."

Heero smirked, "So are you gonna unwrap me?"

Duo grinned wickedly and reached toward Heero's belt buckle. "Oh Hell yeah."