Not all were actively sexual, but there were plenty of them. One day might be a light kiss, a brush of lips to lips. Another day, blowjob in the men's room at Sunny's Bar and Grill. And still yet another, a full body wash -- shower and tongue. Then something simple as breakfast in bed, served by a naked Duo. (That things of an active sexual nature happened after tea and biscuits weren't bad either.)

Heero had started to delay opening his surprises until after work. The anticipation of what was to come was far too distracting. That night's mini-gift was no exception. He could still feel the effects from the night before's gift of "dry dock scrub" as Duo labeled it. Coming from tongue and mouth on his naval alone had been a new one.

His dick was already semi-hard. Five o'clock wasn't coming fast enough.

Two days before, Duo had surprised him, grabbed him in the hallway, and shoved him into the janitor's closet. The hand job was fast, and one of the most erotically dangerous ploys Heero'd ever had. "That was on schedule for today," Duo told him in whisper just before Heero came.

Another glance at the clock showed two more hours to go. Heero read the file again, trying to see words rather than the image of Duo waiting in bed, presenting his bare ass for Heero to Punish in manner of choice. The spanking by hand was followed up with a tongue-lashing, and moments before he came -- Heero's cock.

The "prisoner or jailer" scenario played about the edges of Heero's mind during the end of day staff. He handed the cuffs and keys over, and would do so again if the choice were his again. Never imprisoned, but the illusion of capture held him still as Duo tortured him. Teased with tongue and mouth and brush of hair, tormented with look and touch and talk. So much so, that when Duo finally entered him, he was coming. That didn't stop him from coming again minutes later.

The clock clicked five and Heero was in the elevator down. Five twenty, he was pulling into the drive, not surprised he'd beat Duo home. He had planned to wait for Duo before opening the next gift. But. Like a kid before his parents were awake on Christmas morning, Heero pried up the slip of paper.

Heero stared at the cardboard calendar in his hand for moment, reading the line over and over again. Now he didn't regret not waiting. By the time Duo walked through the door, he knew exactly what his "mini-gift" was going to be. Duo didn't ask, and Heero didn't say -- not until after dinner was finished, not until after clean up was done, not until after their normal Thursday routine was nearly done.

His plan on how to make it succeed firmly in place, he turned off the vidset and turned to Duo. "My choice is made."

Duo arched a brow, his eyes flicking to the advent calendar and back to Heero. His lips hiked up on one side. "Really now. And just what is this...choice?"

"I want to watch you," Heero said, moving closer to Duo, lowering his voice to sultry tones as he spoke. "I want to watch you fuck me."