I heard 'All I Want for Christmas is You' by Vince Vance & the Valiants and was struck by an image of Ezra and Buck that would not leave me alone and this is the result. This is for Lumina and everyone else who has a birthday in December. Hope you enjoy it!!!

Chris Larabee, the leader of Team 7, stood in the doorway the banquet room surveying the boisterous crowd. He supposed it could be worse. No one was singing. Yet.

"So far so good," a voice said to his left.

He knew without looking who the voice belonged to. His boss, Orrin Travis. "Buck's not here yet," Chris told him with a smile.

Travis groaned then straightened his shoulders as they heard a loud crash. "Someone need to speak with Davis before he causes any more damage," he said with a shake of his head.

Chris shot him a look and told him, "Well, don't look at me. I have a hard enough time keeping up with my own troublemakers. Let Winslow, handle his own." David Winslow was the leader of Team 5. And James Davis was 'suppose' to be their undercover agent. Chris snorted at the thought of that man working undercover. But then again, he supposed he was biased because after seeing Ezra at work everyone else paled in comparison. Ezra Standish set the mark which all other undercover agents strived, without success, to achieve.

He watched as Travis pulled Winslow aside and did a quick headcount of his own. Josiah was easy to spot. His impressionable size tended to make him standout in a crowd. And in this case, the crowd was a group of profilers. Chris smiled as it seemed that Josiah was enjoying himself. Ok, that's one. Now where was Nathan. Oh, there is, helping Travis and Winslow 'escort' Davis from the room. Nathan was never happy unless he had someone to fuss over and if it was someone other than one of the members of his own team, then that made it even better.

Ok, that's two. Chris caught a flash of something and grinned as he saw that flash was JD. The younger man and Casey, his date, darted from group to group. Of all his men JD was the most liked by the other teams. Ok, that's three. Just as Josiah was the easiest to find then Ezra was the most difficult. Chris swore that the man was part cameleon. Ezra could blend into any crowd with the ease of an insect. Meaning that no one knew he was there until he made his presence known.

When Chris didn't 'see' him amongst the crowd he began scanning the tables in search of their team wallflower. Vin hated these kinds of parties and would come only if he was made too. Ah, there they are. Chris should have known. After making his rounds Ezra usually wound up sitting with Vin. What the two very different men found to talk about Chris would never know simply because he feared the answer he might receive. He just gave thanks that both men had such a friendship. With a smile he wove his way through the crowd and toward his two friends.

"Boys," he said in greeting and pulled out a chair. "Buck here yet?"

"Right behind you, old buddy," Buck said slipping into the chair Chris had just pulled out. "Thanks," he grinned.

Chris flipped him off. If the chair had been next to anyone except Ezra, he would have made Buck get up. But he knew how his old friend felt about the young Southerner.

"So, stud, where's your date," JD asked as him and Casey joined them.

Buck grinned and said, "I may have arrived alone, but that don't mean I'm leaving that way."

It's a about damned time, Chris thought as Buck saw direct the last part of his sentence toward Ezra.

Just then Thompson from Team 3 jumped on the makeshift stage and challenged the other teams to an singing contest. People from each team quickly volunteered. Except his. His crew 'never' volunteered for anything.

Chris was just about to tell Thompson to kiss his ass because no one on his team wanted anything to do with his stupid contest. He was quickly proven wrong as he heard a Southern voice say.

"Excuse me, but did you say a swinging contest?"

Five of them looked at Ezra like his was crazy. The sixth just grinned.

Everyone laughed. "No, Standish," Thompson said, "a singing contest."

"Oh, okay," Ezra said with a wave of his hand. "What's the prize?"

"Satisfaction ..."

Ezra snorted and said, "You'll have to find some of a little more substance than that. After all, why would I plant a tree that bares no fruit?"

"Shade," Josiah suggested.

"Please, Josiah, if you have nothing of any consequence to say then please refrain from offering comments," the Southern stated.

"I have ten dollars ..."

"How sad," Ezra shook his head. "Make it fifty and you got yourself a deal."

"How about each contestant puts in ten and the winner takes all," Thompson suggested. Most people backed out, leaving only five participants.

After the money was collected Ezra asked, "What are the wules ... I mean rules?"

"Aren't any. The one with loudest applause wins."

"No wules ... I mean rules. I like the sound of that," he said rubbing his hands together.

At first Chris thought Ezra was drunk, but now he wasn't so sure.

Buck grinned as he watched Ezra headed for the stage. No matter the out come, Buck was telling Ezra how he felt about him. Tonight. Buck knew he couldn't go on like he has. He'd been in love with the Southerner since they first met and had worked very hard to earn Ezra's trust. Now Buck wanted his love.

"Is he crazy?" Nathan asked.

"How much has he had to drink?"

"Hasn't touched a drop," Vin said. "And no he's not crazy. You know Ezra never does nothing without a very well thought out plan of action."

"What's that mean exactly?" JD asked.

"Simple. Women scream louder than men," Vin explained with a smile.

Buck's grin faltered as Ezra smiled and flirted with several ladies as he made his way to stand next to the other contestants. Getting to his feet Wilmington went to stand in front of the Christmas tree so he had a better view of the stage.

He barely noticed that the others had joined him. Hell, he didn't even know what songs were being sung. Buck only had eyes for one person and that was Ezra.

He had to smile as he heard JD say to Chris, "Damn, Chris, did Ezra raid your closet." As if just noticing that the Southerner was dressed completely in black. From his black boots to his black silk shirt.

"No way, Kid," Buck answered. "Chris's had never looked that good." To which Chris punched him on the arm.

Buck ignored him and became completely focused on the stage as it finally became Ezra's turn. The Southerner stepped on stage, spoke to the band, then began to slowly tug the ends of his shirt from his jeans. Buck's mouth went dry as Ezra teased them all with the tiniest glimpse of his tapered stomach.

Stepping up to the microphone, Ezra removed it from it's stand, smiled at the crowd, and then began to sing in a sexy sultry Southern voice.

Take back the holly and mistletoe
Silver bells on strings
If I wrote a letter to Santa Clause
I would ask for just one thing
I don't need sleigh rides in the snow Don't want a Christmas that is blue
Take back the tinsel, stockings, and bows
Cause all I want for Christmas is you

Buck felt a jolt of desire race through his body as Ezra's electric green eyes looked directly at him.

I don't need expensive things
They don't matter to me
All that I want
Can't be found
Underneath the Christmas tree
You are the angel that atops my tree
You are my dream come true
Santa can't bring me what I need
Cause all I want for Christmas is you

He barely heard the women, both young and old as they screamed, applauded, and even whistled. All he saw ... all he had eyes for was Ezra as he seduced him from across the room.

I don't need expensive things
They don't matter to me
All that I want
Can't be found
Underneath the Christmas tree

Buck nearly groaned out loud as he heard Ezra's sexy Southern accented voice drop and take on a husky edge as he sang that last line.

You are the angel that atops my tree
You are my dream come true
Santa can't bring me what I need
Cause all I want for Christmas is you

Cause all I want for Christmas is you Cause all I want for Christmas is you

The room exploded as Ezra bowed and replaced the microphone. Thompson shook his head and without pause, handed the money to the undercover agent.

Buck found himself rooted to the spot as Ezra jumped off the stage, walked through the crowd, and came to a stop directly in front of him. He was saved from having to say something as the others surrounded them and began slapping Ezra on the back.

Summing his courage Buck pushed Vin and JD out of the way and stepped closer to Ezra, threw an arm around the younger man's shoulders, and pulled him in close to his body. Smiling that cocky smile that he was famous for Buck said, "You did good, Ez. You did real good."

"Thank you," Ezra replied as he looked into Buck's eyes.

"Ya want to get some air," he offered then without waiting for a response started walking toward the door, taking Ezra with him. Once they had retrieved their coats Buck steered them outside. Spotting Ezra's car parked right out front, he took the Southerner's hand in his hand and lead them over to it. "Where are your keys?"

"My pocket."

When Ezra made no move to retrieve them, Buck pushed him back against the car, covered the smaller body with his own, and slipped his hand in the pocket of those black jeans. He grinned as Ezra bit his lip as his hand teased him.

Stepping back Buck jingled the keys then reached behind Ezra and unlocked the door then opened it for him. Once Ezra was seated Buck hurried around to the driver side and got in.

"W..Where are we going?"

"Yours."

The drive to Ezra's didn't take any time at all and they were in the Southerner's bedroom ... naked before Buck realized it. It took the broken plea of his name to bring Buck back from the brink.

Pulling back he said, "Ezra, look at me." Only once the passion laden green eyes were looking at him did Buck continue. "Before this goes any further ... I need to tell you that I ... I mean over the last ... two years ... that I've ... come to ..."

"I love you, too, Buck," Ezra suddenly said with a blinding smile.

"R..Really?"

"Really," he confirmed with a nod. "What's not to love? You're smart. Sweet. Kind. Sexy. Handsome. You have a really big heart and an even bigger ... sense of humor," Ezra told him with a grin.

Buck blushed then laughed as Ezra paused. "Do you really think I'm smart? And not just some big dumb oaf."

"Of course, I do," Ezra said. "I know that behind that ready smile and laughing blue eyes is a brain the rivals my own."

Buck blinked his tears away. No one had ever said that to him before. "I love you, Ezra," he vowed.

"I love you, too, Buck," the Southerner replied. "You know there is one of your attributes that I forgot to list ..."

"What?" he whispered as Ezra ran a possessive eye over his body. He shuddered and arched his back as the younger man leaned over and licked his shaft.

"You taste good," Ezra panted then captured his lips in a fierce kiss that threatened to consume him.

"Ohhhhh!" Buck moaned as Ezra began kissing and nipping his way down his chest. "No!" he cried as Ezra took him into his mouth. "No," he shook his head.

"What?"

"I don't want to come in your mouth," Buck told him with a shaky voice. "I want come buried deep within you. So deep that we can't tell where one ends and the other begins."

"Yes!" Ezra panted. "Now, Buck. Now!"

Rolling Ezra over Buck couldn't resist having a taste of his own and teased Ezra's nipples until the Southerner was thrashing about on the bed, begging for more.

"Please, Buck. Please," Ezra groaned.

Buck heard something crash to the floor and lifted his head. He smiled he saw Ezra rummaging through the drawer beside his bed. Buck took the lube that was suddenly thrust at him and watched as Ezra turned over and got to his knees. Squeezing some lube on his fingers he began preparing his lover to receive his body. Once Buck could slip three fingers in without any trouble he knew that Ezra was ready for him. Covering himself with a condom Buck poised at Ezra's entrance then eased himself in. One sweet inch at a time.

Once he was in as far as he could go Buck paused to catch his breath and to allow Ezra time to adjust. Grasping those narrow hips he began to move, slowly at first then picking up speed, with the Southerner meeting him thrust for thrust. Wanting to see Ezra face as they both found their release Buck pulled completely out, turned the Southerner over, lifted his legs, and in one hard thrust he was back in heaven.

After a couple of more hard thrusts they both screamed as pleasure rocked their bodies, leaving them trembling and tingling in each others arms.

"I love you, Buck," Ezra sighed.

"I love you, too," Buck said with a sigh of his own. "Merry Christmas, Ezra."

"Merry Christmas," Ezra replied, then laughed.

"What?" Wilmington asked as he rolled them over and removed the condom and dropped in the trash can.

"Well, this sure as hell, beats the tie you gave me last year," he smiled.

Buck laughed then pulled his Southerner closer against him and warned, "You ain't seen nothing yet." Then tugged the covers up over them.

The End.