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Dick grabbed the chocolate pie out of the fridge and cut three large slices. He put them on plates, grabbed the forks, which he put in his back pocket, with the tine ends sticking up. He balanced the three plates in his hands and headed into the living room.

It was funny, they'd had all sorts of fancy chocolate pies. French Silk. Chocolate Ganache. Death by Chocolate. Almond Fudge Double Dark Chocolate. Mint Chocolate Chip. There were all sorts out there.

But when it came down to it, nothing beat Rig's simple, easy, homemade Chocolate Pie.

He passed the plates out when he got to the living room, Rig shifting so he could sit between Rig and Rock while they watched A Christmas Carol.

Of course, maybe it was less the pie itself and more the company that made Rig's the best ever.

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Marshall and Dave grew up in the same neighborhood. They've mostly lost touch as they've gotten older, getting together just once a year with a bunch of other old friends for a game of football. This year, firefighter Marshall is late, and when he does show up Dave can tell the man has not had a good day. When Dave suggests they leave the gang and go back to Marshall's place for some decompression time, Marshall jumps at the chance and, later, at Dave.

Things don't all go smoothly for the two men, though. Dave is into BDSM, a member of The Hammer Club, and he thinks he could use his skills to help Marshall relieve the stress and guilt the man carries over not being the perfect hero. Marshall thinks needing that kind of help is sick, though, and when he enjoys what Dave does to him, he's convinced there must be something wrong with him.

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Jarheads

Rig rolled his shoulders, sighed. "Rock, what are you getting the kid this year?" He didn't have any fucking ideas.

"Huh? Like for Christmas?"

"Uh-huh. You know -- big holiday, lights, tree?"

"I know what fucking Christmas is. We could go in together."

"Sure. On what? I can't think of a damn thing." He rolled his shoulders again. Tense. Damn.

"I'm counting on you for the brilliant ideas." Rock's hands landed on his shoulders, fingers digging in.

"Oh." His knees buckled, eyes crossing.

"Shit, Rig, you're tight."

Rock was Mr. Obvious tonight, but as long as he kept doing what he was doing, Rig would go with it. "Uh-huh. Don't stop."

"That's what you always say."

Rig chuckled. "It's what I always mean."

"Usually what I'm doing is more fun, though." Rock kissed the side of his neck.

That made him shiver. "Hmm?" Yum.

"Usually I'm fucking you when you say it." More kisses slid over his skin, Rock's tongue hot.

"Uh-huh." He spread, the offer easy, simple. Heartfelt.

Groaning, Rock rubbed a hand along the seam of his jeans, rubbing it against his crack.

Oh, hell yes.

Hell yes.

He leaned forward, letting Rock have every inch.

"These need to come off." Rock sounded sure. Very sure.

He chuckled, grinned. "You think so?"

"I know so. Can't fuck you through them."

"What if I'm not horny? What if I have pre-holiday frigidity?" Rig couldn't hold in his laughter.

"What the fuck is pre-holiday frigidity?"

"Fuck if I know."

Rock snorted, chuckled, and started picking at the button on the front of his jeans. He sucked in, let Rock unbutton him. They could talk presents later. Maybe.

Rock's fingers pushed into his jeans, forcing the zipper down as Rock wrapped that big hand around his prick.

Oh, yeah.

Later.

For sure.

Kade and Surial

"The solstice is coming, ki'ita." Kadras stood at the door of their home, eyes on the moon, on the sky. The mights would become longer now, the days colder. Still, he knew that spring would come -- bring laughter and flowers, colts and fresh honey.

Surial's body pressed against his back, his ki'ita's arms coming around his middle.

Oh, so warm. "My One." The touch made him smile, made the moon shift in the sky.

"Mmm. Come back to bed, Kadras. I know the best way to welcome in the solstice."

Long, slender fingers trailed through his long braids, caressing him. "Do you?"

He could feel Surial's smile against his shoulder. "I do."

He closed the door and left the moon outside for his own light.

Surial and Kade can be found in Windbrothers and Guardians of the Wind.

Jim and Marcus

Jim hated Christmas. He hated the whole commercial, stressful, bitchy, overly sentimental, fake thing. Hated having to deal with the fuss. Hated trying to guess what Marcus wanted.

"What do you want for Christmas?"

Marcus tilted his head back. "You. A mug of peppermint hot chocolate and some of those magical brownies you get at the bakery."

He shook his head. "That's not good enough for you. I'm serious. What can I get you?"

Marcus sat up and glared at him. "You are more than good enough for me, so don't let mear hear you say that again."

"I'm not a Christmas present."

"That's where the peppermint chocolate and magic brownies come in."

"That's not good enough. You deserve better."

Marcus wasn't listening.

"Okay, how about you write me a story?"

"A story? Don't you want, like jewelry or clothes or something?" He could write something for Marcus, maybe.

"No, I want a story. A one of a kind Jim gift."

"I... I could try."

"Mmm. I'd like that, baby."

He leaned over, kissed his lover. He hated Christmas, but for Marcus, Jim would try.

Greg and Anton

The menu was at once huge and small.

Many many many meat dishes, a couple of beefy appetizers, and dessert.

Anton had been very specific.

Greg chuffed softly to himself, whistling Jingle Bells. Maybe the pack would like tofu balls this year, as a surprise.

He wiggled his ass, feeling each and every one of Anton's handprints, the heavy plug inside him shifting.

Maybe he'd wait to push that for New Years...

Greg and Anton are from Bite and Bitten.

Jarheads

Rock sat back in the deck chair he'd dragged to the front of the house, enjoyed the fuck out of his beer and watched the Christmas lights going up.

For more years than he cared to remember, he'd fought with those damned things. They got tangled, one would go out and they'd all go out. He'd invariably hit his thumb with a hammer putting in the little hooks that kept the lights in place, or whack his head on the porch overhand. Something. There was always something.

This year he was supervising.

Why he hadn't thought of hiring some student to do it for him before now was beyond him, but it looked like you could eventually teach this old dog new tricks.

He took another mouthful of beer and grinned as a curse floated down from the roof.

"You've almost got it," he called out encouragingly. "And there's a mug of hot chocolate and cookies here when you're done."

Oh yeah, he was enjoying putting up the Christmas lights this year.

Billy and Tanny

He'd spent hours working on Billy's gift. Hours.

He'd made a book with pictures that Jack had taken of him -- boudoir pictures, Jack had called them. Tanny was praying Billy wouldn't be angry, would be okay with it. Master Oliver had sworn Billy would understand.

Now it was the moment of truth, Billy unwrapping his gift. And taking a year to do it, too -- slowly pulling off the tape, folding back the paper.

"Oh, a handcrafted book. I love it." Billy hadn't even opened it yet, but his fingers slid over the leather, taking their time to admire the work.

"Yeah? It's. It's a special book. One of a kind." Thank God, because posing for the pictures had been... hard.

"Oh?" Billy opened the book and gasped softly, then he flipped through the pages. The front of his sweats tented out. "It is special, boy."

"Jack took the pictures. No one else saw." He had his cage on, in all the pictures, and his ass was striped, filled with a plug from the night before he'd taken them.

"Good." The word was fierce, as was the look in Billy's eyes. Reaching out, Billy cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing his lips. "I love it -- thank you."

"Merry Christmas, Sir."

"Merry Christmas, Tanny." Billy's lips covered his, warm and soft and perfect.

Billy and Tanny are in Found, Snared, Owned, Control, Tanny and the Cage, Submission and Domination.

Jack and Oliver

Jack walked into the living room to admire the tree. They always decorated the house on November 30th, so everything was just so for the month of December.

He stopped and blinked, then moved slowly to the huge piece of furniture that was now sitting against the wall opposite the Christmas tree. It looked like a tall dresser, only instead of long drawers, there were a whole bunch of square drawers, six rows of five, actually.

Curious, Jack went over to it and ran his hands over the beautiful cherry wood. It looked like there were other woods inlaid as well. It was beautiful.

He grabbed the handle of one of the drawers.

A throat cleared behind him, making him jump, and he turned to find Oliver there.

"Master! What is this?"

"Basically, it's an advent calendar."

Jack looked from the drawers, to Oliver and back again. "An advent calendar?"

"Yes, boy. A very specialized and one of a kind advent calendar. You get one drawer a day. Starting tomorrow. No peeking or I will whip your ass until you can't sit until Christmas."

"Yes, Master."

Jack couldn't wait to open that first drawer.

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Cain's comic book career is really starting to take off, and he has to leave his lover Denny long enough to do a book tour. He misses his daily routine while he's on the road, misses the care Denny takes of him. Then there's Will, his tour manager, who's sweet and maybe too fond of Cain for his own good.

When Will starts making advances that Cain can't deal with, it's Denny to the rescue. Will Cain be able to deal with all the stress life throws at him? The boys from Cherry Sours and Sweet Tarts prove they still have it in Licorice Whips!

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The other stories in this series are Cherry Sours, Lemon Drops and Sweet Tart.