"Only because we don't have much stuff." Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's waist.

Duo looked around the empty apartment. "I know. But still...it echoes. It's creepy." He suppressed a shudder.

"Baby," Heero whispered quietly in his ear, "whatever stuff you want to fill it up, I'll get it for you. Promise."

Duo squirmed around to face Heero. A mischievous grin lit up his face. "Actually," his hand slid between their bodies to cup his lover firmly. "I have all the 'stuff' I need," he squeezed, "right here."

Moans echo in the new apartment.

Part 2

"Owowowowowowwww, my hair, my hair."

Heero shifted awkwardly, brushing away unruly, long hair out from under his hands.

"Can we turn over? Carpet is burning my back."

They rolled. Heero eased Duo into position on top of him.

Duo squirmed. "Your grip...too tight...gonna leave bruises."

"Goddamn it, Duo!" Heero stopped thrusting, his face dark from frustration.

"What?"

"Should we quit? You've complained nonstop."

Duo smiled. "Of course not! We need to christen the apartment. I want my stuuuuff!" He rocked his hips to encourage the rhythm again.

Their cadence resumed, the pace faster than before.

"Waitwaitwait...foot cramp...unh..."

Heero sighed.

Part 3 -- The Christmas Edition (200 words)

The apartment was sparsely furnished. Although Duo wanted his 'stuff', he was quite frugal when it came to spending money. Not the impulse buyer as Heero first suspected, Duo showed amazing restraint; insisting that every purchase be "just right", or it wasn't purchased at all.

Sprawled over the variety of soft pillows thrown on the floor for comfort, they sat against one living room wall. No lights save for the merry gleam radiating from their small tree. They blinked in a soothing, almost hypnotic rhythm while Christmas carols played softly in the background. Fragrant mulled cider infused the air.

Large and small packages lazed indolently around the tree. Brightly colored ribbons spilled off the shiny wrapping, a dazzling and cheerfully colored garden of meticulously chosen 'stuff'.

Heero turned to find Duo looking up at him. Love shining out of those blue eyes spoke volumes, far more than any amount of words could have. A lump caught in his throat. He tried to swallow past it, to no avail.

"Merry Christmas, Heero."

Duo smiled and Heero felt himself falling into an abyss. Immediate surroundings fell away and nothing else mattered. No amount of 'stuff' could replace that smile.

"Merry Christmas, Duo."