by Bronze Tigress
Sherbet + Chapter 2
Tuesday evening : Shall We
Play Show and Tell?
When Wufei returns to the kitchen, where Duo is putting the leftovers
carefully into smaller containers, he is surprised by the plaintive quality
in Duo's voice as he asks, "You think he'll be back, 'Fei?"
"Probably. He left his shoes here..." Wufei seems vaguely amused by this
"Ah. Um, 'Fei, you meant it, right, what you said just before he got here?"
Wufei doesn't need to think long to come up with that. "That I love you?
Yes. As I did when I called you _qidi_ just now; for all that we have
had no-one to witness the ceremony for us, you are that to me."
"I... you know why I don't like to say it, right? But not saying I love
you won't make it less real - face it, 'Fei, you're doomed, y'know? I
just want you to know that. Tro's real special to me, but you're the one
I love. No matter what happens here, you're stuck with me, 'cause I'm
not going to stop loving you, and I'm not going to be going anywhere."
Wufei pulls Duo towards him by the hips and shuts him up with a kiss.
"Thank you, love; that helps." He smiles softly, then continues, "I gather
I need not tell you how nervous I am about this, hmm? As you say, then;
I care greatly for Triton - for all of my brothers - but you, I love.
Now, since the spare bed is already made up, shall we set up a spot in
our room for him to sit? And candles, I think. Soft lighting always helps."
Duo practically snorts in disbelief, turning away from his lover. "God,
I can't believe you're worrying about the lighting; what's next, costumes
"Duo, I know you too well for that tone to work. What is it that's bothering
"Oh... well... I don't..." He takes a deep breath and organizes his thoughts
before starting over. "Sometimes the Walkers, when things got bad for
them, would get hired to do shows, y'know? I don't... even for Tro..."
He trails off again, not quite sure how to phrase his disquiet.
"Ah." Understanding seeps in, and Wufei offers, "Duo, I suggested this
because it is the quickest way to show him how I feel for you. I have
had no time to really think over being with him, yet, you see - and it
seemed that having him here and yet not a part of us, would give me a
chance to, as you say, 'work up to it'?" Wufei closes the gap between
them, turning Duo towards himself by the shoulder and then laying both
hands on his shoulders. It has become an upward stretch, however, since
Duo unexpectedly grew again over the summer, making him the taller of
the pair by about 7cm(1), so Wufei lets his hands slide down to take both
of Duo's in his instead.
"If this really makes you so uncomfortable, you know we can find some
other way. As for the lighting, I merely thought it would be easier for
me to do this, if I am less aware of our audience to begin with. In any
case, it isn't truly a show for the sake of a show, is it?"
"Nuh, uh. Guess not," Duo agrees, although he is still hesitant. "It sounded
like he just wanted to see that it's possible to mix love with
sex first, without having to do anything; I guess we all need to
work up to the idea. We can show him that, right?"
"Of course..." Wufei's voice drops into a huskier tone then, full of promised
delights, as he continues, "And it occurs to me that I know just how to
take your mind off our audience, as well; I do hope you will not object
if I fuck you until you cannot remember your name?"
"Oooh... oh, no, not at all..." Duo practically shivers at the honeyed
tone that Wufei's voice has taken on, little thrills of desire starting
to race up his spine already.
"Oh, good." Wufei gathers his love into his arms, kissing him thoroughly
and altogether possessively, then moving to nip at his earlobe and suckle
lightly on the juncture of his neck, raising a needy moan and another
shiver. "Go, bring in the candles from the living room and set them on
the dresser and nightstand. I'll worry about the rest of the setting up."
During the next half hour, a number of small changes are made. In the
master bedroom, candles are set up along the top of the dresser and on
the bedside table on the same side of the room, creating a line of small
lights. The bed itself is stripped down to the plain light blue sheet
and the pillows - the top sheets and blankets folded into a small pile
in the farthest corner of the room. In the corner opposite the dresser,
on the wall by the door, a chair has been placed. Beside it, a light quilt
and a cushion are piled on the floor, and a small white towel is draped
over the back of the chair.
Wufei has already changed and is lighting the candles on the side table
- large jasmine-scented pillars, in a pretty blue-violet shade - and Duo
is still taking his turn in the bathroom when Trowa knocks on the front
door for admittance once again. He is carrying a small duffel bag this
time, and looking oddly squirmy - a condition which is not much alleviated
by the fact that Wufei has answered the door looking quite unlike his
usual businesslike self. His hair is loose, which creates a startling
change all by itself. Add to this that he is currently wearing only a
loose pair of red sateen pajama pants, the colour of which draws attention
to the golden tones of his skin and, well... Trowa is to be excused for
double-checking the apartment number before returning his host's greeting.
"Do come in, Triton," Wufei says, a warm and slightly amused smile gracing
"Uh... Oh! Oh, yeah, of course." Trowa recovers his wits enough to actually
enter the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind himself without
Wufei quirks a lip in what would be a self-satisfied smirk were it not
so soft. "Not exactly what you were expecting, I take it?" he asks, indicating
his transformation and turning around for inspection.
Trowa shakes his head. "You look so... different, Wufei. It's a bit of
a surprise, really. Not that it's bad! Just - I don't think I've ever
seen you this... casual or relaxed before. It looks very good on you..."
Wufei leads Trowa further into the apartment. "Now, this one is the spare
room, and you may as well leave your bag here; in fact, you might want
to change into whatever you were planning on sleeping in now. The bathroom
is next, although if you need it you will have to wait your turn, and
our room is the last door there. I am going to the kitchen to put on a
pot of coffee for after, and then heading back to our bedroom. Just come
in when you are ready; even if we were not both somewhat nervous about
this, we often like to start with a bit of a massage, and I thought it
might help Duo relax."
Trowa's small expression of surprise catches Wufei's attention, and he
explains, very seriously, "Yes, he is nervous about this, even if it was
his idea to begin with. Triton - this is not something either of
us does; it is strange for us as well. For all that he flirts and
talks so loudly about sex, Duo is perhaps even more private about actually
sharing this part of himself than I am, and he has his own reasons for
not wanting to be the main attraction in this sort of show. You should
know, perhaps, that it is only because it is you that we even considered
this, at all..." With that thought, he turns and walks towards the kitchen,
leaving a slightly stunned Trowa behind to stare after his retreating
With a shake of his head, Trowa resolves to ask about that later. There
is, from the comment about coffee, going to be a later, and that,
he thinks, is probably going to be just as well. He hasn't even seen anything
yet and already he has questions! He turns the doorknob and walks into
the spare room to change into the loose grey sweatpants and navy T-shirt
he brought along to serve as sleepwear.
A little less than fifteen minutes later, Trowa takes a deep breath, decides
he's as ready as he's liable to get, and walks out of the bathroom, down
the short stretch of hall to what he now realizes is the master bedroom.
That door is already open, and a hint of jasmine permeates the dimly-lit
room. The light and the scent can both be attributed to the candles on
the near side of the bedroom. On the bed, Wufei is kneeling at Duo's head,
both hands tucked under his neck, facing towards the door but paying attention
only to the young man lying before him.
As Trowa nears the doorway, Wufei's words, that have been too soft to
hear before now, resolve into "...me, only on me, my _qidi_." There is
something very possessive in the tone of the last "my" that momentarily
makes Trowa sincerely wish... something. The moment passes as quickly
as it came, without him being able to identify the source of the strange
surge of longing.
Trowa pauses there in the doorway for a moment to take in the view. Wufei
answering the door had been stunning enough, but Duo - Duo, on his back,
knees drawn up and feet planted shoulder-width apart, his black pants
only calling attention to the fairness of the creamy skin on his slender
body; Duo, his arms sprawled wide, pert chin tipped up slightly, and eyes
closed in an expression of catlike contentment - Duo, like that, is breathtaking.
He must have made some sound, because Wufei looks up then, smiles a heart-stoppingly
lovely smile, and indicates a corner of the room with a tip of his head.
Seeing a chair there, in the shadowed edge of the room, Trowa nods gratefully,
and moves to take a seat. Even as he silently crosses the room to sit,
Wufei is already turning his attention back to his lover, shifting around
to the side nearer the candles, telling Duo quietly to roll over and move
up. Duo stretches slightly, then moves to obey.
Duo's hair is still neatly confined in its braid, and Trowa wonders briefly
at that, but decides that the question can wait - if it isn't answered
before the 'after' that has been mentioned. There will probably be a great
number of questions, in fact. The soft lighting, soft voices, soft touches
- already, he has never seen anything like this with the word 'sex' attached
to it, and that is without even touching on the why's and wherefore's
of his being invited for this in the first place. He watches in rapt fascination
as Duo and Wufei rearrange themselves on the bed before his eyes.
The combination of the two seemingly opposite forms gives Trowa new appreciation
for the meaning of the word 'complimentary'. Gold skin plays against cream,
compact muscles work against long wiry limbs, black pants and hair provide
a perfect foil for the fiery colours of their counterparts. The sight
is both erotic and beautiful, in ways he had never imagined he would be
using to describe his team mates. And for all that he doesn't, usually,
look at men - or anyone - that way... Trowa is certainly looking now.
The very air in the room is made electric with anticipation. It is as
if some strange new magic is being created before his eyes, a familiar
and powerful spell being cast.
Now comfortably kneeling astride Duo's hips, Wufei pauses to gently lift
Duo's braid off his back and out of the way, leaning in to plant a most
delicate kiss at the nape of the now-exposed neck and thereby evoking
a contented sigh. Trowa's eyes widen slightly at the sound, and he sits
forward a little in the chair. More of the same pleased noises follow
as Wufei begins massaging his way down the muscles of Duo's back, murmuring
soft words that sound like a litany of praise.
When he reaches Duo's waist he stops, and raises himself from his perch,
patting Duo's hip as he does so. Duo obliges by raising up enough that
Wufei can slip the pants off him, taking full advantage of the opportunity
to run his palms down the pale hips and thighs that are revealed, before
Duo shifts to lie flat again, and the pants can be pulled off completely
and dropped to the floor. Wufei moves again, this time to kneel between
Duo's slightly-spread knees, still continuing the massage, but now working
across the hips and then moving to knead and stroke various parts of the
smoothly-rounded ass before him. Duo's soft sighs have become small moans
and words of appreciation by now - a sound which is causing strange things
(such as goose bumps and shivers) to happen to Trowa's spine, and Wufei's
soft voice has taken on a husky tone that speaks eloquently of his growing
need and desire.
When Wufei stops and shifts off the bed to stand up, Duo nearly whines
at the loss of contact until a gentle hand falls on his hip and a soft
kiss lands on his near shoulder. Wufei is evidently intent on fetching
something from the bedside table, but he stops long enough, once he is
upright, to skin his own pants down and step out of them. Whatever he
has retrieved is fairly small, and Trowa leans forwards more in an effort
to see. He is disappointed to find that he can't make much out given the
lighting and the fact that whatever it is is mostly hidden in Wufei's
hand. Wufei's other hand is taken up by a small towel, which he drops
onto the bed near Duo's hip before climbing back into his previous position.
Kneeling in between Duo's spread knees again, Wufei begins by squeezing
a generous amount from the tube onto the fingers of one hand, then, with
the still-dry hand, gives Duo another pat on the hip. Evidently this one
means "kneel up", because Duo shifts immediately so that his hips are
raised as high as possible, leaving his chest and head resting on the
bed and his folded arms. Once again, the lighting isn't helping, but the
kisses and softly-spoken words of love and praise continue unabated, and
while the one hand remains on - or perhaps, from the angle at which it
is moving, in - Duo's ass, the other continues gently stroking
over the rest of his body, except when Wufei pauses briefly, twice, to
get more from the tube. Whatever he is doing, it seems to be having a
very pleasant effect on Duo, to judge from the very visible reactions
of his body.
Then, apparently satisfied by something, Wufei presses one hand against
Duo's hip, telling him wordlessly to turn over and lie on his back in
the position he was in when Trowa first entered. He gets one last squeeze
from the tube for himself, caps it, and tosses it to Trowa by way of explanation.
Spreading the - Trowa glances at the legend on the object he caught -
lubricating gel over his now-rampant erection with one hand, Wufei uses
the other to gently stroke Duo's chest, lightly tracing his collarbones
and feathering down his sternum, then down to trace along the edges of
his hipbone and down the top of that thigh, ignoring Duo's own erection
for the moment. Finally ready, he wipes his hands on the towel, and drops
it off the side of the bed. His eyes, however, never leave Duo's eyes
as he completes his preparations.
Wufei positions himself, then reaches forwards to stroke Duo's erection
lightly (getting a much louder moan this time) as he holds himself, just
teasing at penetration, for a long moment before Duo nearly begs him for
more. Then Wufei very slowly just eases forwards, getting a moan, a broad
exhalation, and then an almost worshipful "Oh, gods" as he reaches full
depth and pauses for a brief moment - whether to collect himself or allow
his lover to do so is unclear - and then begins rocking, ever so softly,
out and back in...
Gradually their rhythm builds in speed, strength, depth, and especially
intensity. And yet, Trowa is struck by the way in which each seems focused
not only on the pleasure they are taking from the act, but even more on
the pleasure they are able to give to each other. No matter how hard or
how fast Wufei pounds into his lover, it never seems to be quite at the
fairer man's limits, to judge by the way in which Duo encourages him on.
It appears that Wufei is actively trying to drive his lover mad with need
and passion before delivering his release, and Duo seems just as determined
to pull Wufei over the edge before he falls himself.
Finally, Duo's moans have become completely incoherent, and this is not
changed when Wufei leans forwards to kiss and lick a path along one collarbone,
then the other. He moves his visible arm to cup behind Duo's shoulders,
and leans on that elbow. Duo, in turn, reaches up to slide his hands against
Wufei's chest, one clutching spasmodically on his shoulder, the other
wrapping around his lover's back. Triton can't quite make out what it
is that Wufei whispers to him next, but Duo suddenly stiffens and then
spasms, head thrown back in a wordless scream, and wraps his legs and
feet around Wufei's hips. Wufei's own cry a few last thrusts later is
louder, but somehow more restrained, as he, too, stiffens in his own orgasm.
The tableau holds for a handful of heartbeats, before Duo's legs slip
down bonelessly to the bed and Wufei rolls them over to rest on their
sides, turning them so that Duo's pale back and Wufei's darker-toned arm
and leg, now slung across Duo's hip, are all Trowa can see. The soft murmuring
resumes, but this time it is a conversation, Duo's deeper voice answering
Wufei's questioning phrases in shorter, but apparently affirmative, phrases.
Wufei's hand on Duo's back is in constant soothing motion throughout,
stroking him softly, running in small circles as he gently brings his
beloved back down to an earthly version of reality.
It is perhaps five minutes later that the hand on Duo's back moves to
his shoulder, and he is shifted to lie on his back again. Wufei rolls
gracefully off the bed and retrieves yet another small white towel, swiping
it quickly down his own front before kneeling onto the bed and gently
wiping Duo clean. He still manages to draw a few twitches from his lover
with the gentle motions, before he decides he is finished and tosses the
towel towards the hamper, not minding that it lands on the foot of the
Then Wufei draws his lover up to sit, supporting him gently for a moment,
and for the first time since Trowa entered the room, his voice is loud
and distinct enough to be heard. "Come on, up we get."
Duo returns the embrace, although he seems to be trying to pull Wufei
back down towards the bed as he mumbles "Don' wanna..."
"Ah, no, none of that now. Come on, we promised Triton coffee and some
"Wha.." Duo squeaks suddenly and buries his head in Wufei's shoulder in
apparent - bashfulness?
Trowa is startled to realize that his assessment was correct as Wufei
chuckles, "Forgot all about him, did you? And here it was your idea to
begin with! I should be feeling complimented now, no? Come on, up, pants.
How are your legs?"
"Ah... still pretty shaky, probably. Gonna spot me to the kitchen?"
"I can do that," Wufei smiles back, before slipping off the bed and retrieving
the two pairs of pants, handing Duo his and stepping into his own.
When the two are dressed - or as dressed as they seem to be planning on
getting - Wufei slides one arm around Duo's waist and steadies him as
he stands on astonishingly wobbly legs. He looks as weak as a kitten and
one leg shivers alarmingly as he tries to put weight on it, earning an
annoyed-sounding "Stop that!" from Duo, but Trowa would swear up and down
later that 'afterglow' was not merely a metaphorical term where Duo was
"Ah, Wufei? Is he okay?"
"Oi, man, I'm so beyond fine right now... just whoo a little
shaky is all..." There isn't even the slightest hint of a pained undertone
in the words, which is perhaps the thing that Trowa finds the least comprehensible.
He has seen Duo this shaky before - a few holding cells come to mind -
but never so enthusiastically happy about the fact.
Once Duo is upright, Wufei turns his head to look at Trowa, who seems
somewhat bewildered and even more squirmy than he was when he came in.
His eyes rake down the seated form to take in every detail, and he says,
"We are just going to get settled in the kitchen. There is a towel on
the back of that chair if you need to take a few minutes to, ah, get yourself
collected, and please, blow out the candles on your way out? Thank you..."
Then Wufei begins walking his lover down the short hall to the kitchen.
Trowa, left alone with the flickering scents of jasmine and sex, realizes
that he is almost painfully aroused - something he had not actively registered
while concentrating on absorbing the details of the show in front of him.
With an irritated growl, realizing that this erection isn't liable
to fade without some assistance, he abruptly pulls off his shirt and lowers
his pants off his hips, baring himself just enough to wrap one hand around
his nearly throbbing erection and stroke it.
Leaning back in the chair, inhaling deeply, he lets his eyes slip closed
as he begins running through his mental catalogue of images from the scene
just concluded. His strokes, and his breathing, quicken as he lingers
on the gentleness of Wufei's hands, the wonder in Duo's voice as he is
entered, the way in which each sought to drive the other into ecstasy.
It is the thought of putting Duo's ultimate expression on Dorothy's face
beneath him that finally takes him crashing silently over the edge.
Eyes still closed, and still breathing hard, he gropes for the towel behind
his head and dries himself off, then stands and carefully redresses himself,
thankful for his choice of comfortable and rather loose pants.
On his way around the bed to blow out the candles as requested, Trowa
picks up the towel Wufei left where it landed - still white, he notes
curiously, if rather soggy - and tosses it, along with his own, into the
As he is blowing out the candles, he comes to a few inescapable conclusions.
First, what he just had the very great privilege to witness bears only
the vaguest, most passing resemblance to anything he has ever seen or
heard or experienced with regards to sex before. Second, he would, very
much, like to be able to share that sort of passion and ecstasy with his
own beloved; and third, it is very, very obvious that his current knowledge
is entirely inadequate - and probably thoroughly incorrect - as far as
making that happen is concerned.
(1) 7cm is between 2.5 and 3 inches; at this point in time I put Wufei
at about 164 (about 5'4.5") and Duo at around 171 (5'7" and change)
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