by Bronze Tigress
Sherbet + Chapter 9
Saturday afternoon : Cooking
Duo wastes no time in cleaning up Wufei and Trowa, and his own arm where
he got caught with some of the splatter. The towel is then tossed off
to the side, and he lies down to cuddle behind Trowa, tugging the blanket
over all three bodies, and reaching right over to lay his hand on Wufei's
hip, stroking the smooth golden skin there softly before giving a gentle
squeeze, and pulling all three bodies just a little closer together.
Five minutes later, two of the three are fast asleep, and Duo, not being
quite as exhausted, slips carefully out from behind Trowa, taking care
to tuck the blanket down securely so that he will not be chilled. He smiles
softly when Wufei rolls back somewhat, and Trowa tucks his head into the
hollow between Wufei's neck and shoulder. He bends closer to runs his
fingers through Trowa's sweat-dampened hair and drop a kiss on Wufei's
cheek before standing, stretching extravagantly, and then taking a look
around the room.
"Oi, this place could use some help..." Duo takes a moment to search out
the tube of lubricant and its cap first, and apply one to the other before
setting it aside on the table. Next, the used towels are carted off to
the laundry basket and a fresh supply is pulled from the drawer and placed
on the table. The small amount of trash is tossed in the appropriate receptacle.
The clothes piled haphazardly on the couch are shaken out and folded neatly
over the back, except his own jeans, which he slips into before heading
into the kitchen.
Once there, Duo pours himself the last cup of coffee, turning off the
element, adds milk to his cup, then leans back against the counter and
sips gently while contemplating the morning. Yes, he thinks, so far things
are going very well. They will have to double-check with Trowa, but it
didn't look like he was feeling any pain from that last round. And that
really only leaves one thing to show him...
Duo smiles then, puts his cup down on the counter, and begins pulling
things out from their places - a large pot, wooden spoon, knives, peeler,
an onion, the tin of flour, a couple of potatoes and carrots, the last
end of the roast, a bit of broth, some leftover vegetables and things.
A brief consideration of the ingredients available, and Duo decides to
forego the garlic, but he fishes out a stalk of celery and, while he's
there, snags a tomato as well.
In a minute's time, the sound of the peeler has been replaced by that
of an onion jumping in the pot to brown with the flour, and the staccato
pattering of the knife against the chopping board, occasionally interrupted
by a sort of tuneless whistling and the scrape of the spoon against the
metal. Then there is the distinct hiss of cold liquid hitting hot metal,
followed shortly by the tap of wood on metal, and a quickly-muffled clang
as the lid is put into place. More chopping, then, and then the odd scraping
noises that signify ingredients being scooped into a large bowl to be
Satisfied that everything is progressing well, Duo checks the heat once
more before picking up a book and sitting down at the table to wait. He
checks the soup periodically, adding things once it's warm enough and
stirring well, and occasionally stops to watch the two sleeping in the
living room. After perhaps an hour, he is startled to hear his name called,
and he calls back, "Yes?" The speaker, however, seems not to notice, and
he pops up to see Wufei, still half asleep, pushing ineffectively at Trowa's
"Duo, get up off my arm. Come on, sweetling... Duo?" There is a slightly
panicked tone to the last word, as Wufei, who had been reaching for a
braid to tug, abruptly sits bolt upright, dislodging a now awake and somewhat
confused Trowa in the process.
Duo can't help but laugh at the expressions on both faces as he drops
his book on the counter and comes around to give Wufei a brief hug and
a kiss on the cheek, before turning to Trowa and giving him the same.
"Sorry, you guys looked like you needed the nap so I let you sleep. Don't
worry, 'Fei, I didn't cut it while you were sleeping." His eyes twinkle
as he feels Wufei's hand on his back. "Now that you're both awake, there's
lunch ready if you like, and I'll go put the kettle on for some tea while
you two get up..." He bounces to his feet and pads back into the kitchen.
Five minutes later, just as the kettle is beginning to whistle, Trowa
comes stumbling, half-dressed, into the kitchen. He is followed a few
minutes later by Wufei, also half-dressed, and they both take their seats.
Duo pours the water into the teapot, brings the bread and spoons to the
table, and takes his own seat. "Eat, already!" he urges, and digs in himself.
Trowa exchanges a glance with Wufei, then looks pointedly at the soup,
and back up again. Wufei laughs. "Nothing like Catharine's, I assure you.
I am not sure quite what it *is* like today, but it is certain to be edible."
Duo raises an eyebrow at this, his expression demanding answers later.
Trowa nods and picks up his spoon, still seeming somewhat wary, and takes
a tentative taste. His smile is nearly deafening as he rolls the flavour
over his tongue. He takes a much more substantial spoonful and reaches
for a roll, settling in to enjoy his meal.
Wufei, across the table, is looking faintly puzzled, evidently trying
to figure out what something in the soup is by the taste and having no
luck. Finally he gives it up as a lost cause and asks, instead. "Alright,
Duo, what is it today?"
Duo is rather evasive as he rises to bring the teapot. "Just leftovers
and stuff, mostly, 'Fei. Tea, Tro?" He pours for all three and sits down
again. "It's good, right?"
"It is. I'm just curious how you managed to put leftover spaetzle and
chop suey in the same dish and come up with something edible, let alone
something that makes *that* one ask for more," Wufei says, waving towards
Trowa, who is holding up his empty bowl and looking hopefully at Duo.
"It always surprises me how you *do* that. Anyone else would come up with
slop. No, correction; Yui would probably manage a very good approximation
of machine oil..." Duo nearly snorts his tea up his nose at that thought,
chuckles helplessly for a moment, then grabs his and Trowa's bowls to
"It's all in the wrist?" Duo offers, as he puts the filled bowls down
on the table. He grabs Wufei's offered bowl while he's still standing,
refilling it and taking the opportunity while setting it back down to
lean over and give his lover a kiss. He swivels neatly back into his chair
then, and all further conversation is put on hold until lunch is finished.
It is not until the bowls are stacked for washing, the remains of the
soup stashed away in the fridge, and another pot of tea has been made
that conversation resumes. "So. How are you feeling, Triton? After this
morning's activities?" Wufei passes him a filled teacup along with the
"Thank you. Very well. It's a good thing OZ is no longer a concern, though
- I'm still having a little trouble believing how much I *wanted* that
by the time you were done with me." Trowa flushes a little, and blows
on his tea.
"Not sore, no regrets?" Duo's concern is clear, but he seems to be double-checking
rather than doing primary research.
"No, not sore, just, wow... You were right, Duo, it's... there isn't enough
room in my chest for the words for it." Trowa pauses for a moment. "And
Wufei, thank you. And not just for that," he says, waving one hand vaguely
towards the living room, "but for talking me through it. I think that
really helped, knowing what was coming next, you know, even when it was
a little strange feeling. Made it easy to leave the fear and worry, and
just relax. Just how much of it is in the atmosphere and attitude is starting
to become pretty clear."
Wufei nods. "Exactly so. It really does not tend to work well unless everyone
involved is relaxed and wants to be there. When you are afraid, or unwilling,
or lack confidence, your body gains tension in precisely the places where
it should not be. I am relieved to find that, as quickly as we are moving,
you are able to handle it."
"Yeah, this is kinda turning into a crash course, isn't it? You know,
if either one of us hears you went even half this fast with your lady,
we'll have to come hurt you, right?" Duo's tone is light, but there's
a deadly serious glint in his eyes.
"*Eeep*" Trowa takes the warning for what it is - a reminder to take the
time to do it right - and nods.
"Besides," Wufei pitches in, "there is a great deal of enjoyment to be
found in a slow exploration, and each person has favourite spots and touches
that can only be found that way. We have skipped a lot of that with you
here - it is for her to find."
"Not to knock what you're doing, but I'm kinda glad for that, Wufei. I
have to concentrate on what I'm feeling, on the moment -it helps that
you're not expecting more back while I'm doing that. Gotta say it feels
pretty strange to be the centre of this much attention, though. I mean,
it's not the same as performing at all..."
"And this is a bad thing, because...?" Duo asks.
"Ha! Not a bad thing at all, Duo, not a bad thing at all," Trowa replies,
"Good, then. Now, I believe we have some, ah, academic work to do, Triton.
Shall we retire to the living room for that?" Wufei puts his teacup down
and pushes his chair back.
"Oh, sure, go play school and leave me with the dishes," Duo laughs, before
shooing them both out of the kitchen.
Out in the living room, Wufei sits down before the table, pulling over
his sketch pad and pencils, and motions Trowa to a seat beside him. They
are soon engrossed in an overview of comparative anatomy and Duo, wisely,
leaves them to it. Once the dishes have been washed, rinsed, dried, and
put away, Duo wanders out into the living room to check on their progress.
Wufei is speaking again, saying, "...sanitary reason; you would want to
wash immediately afterwards, if you plan on doing anything else, and certainly..."
Duo shakes his head, moves back out of hearing range, and fetches the
glass cleaner. This could take a while.
A little while later, as he makes a circuit about the living room, the
topic has shifted to "...a little lubricant in the tip gives you a little
better slide, but be careful not to use too much or..." and a few minutes
later, "...varies by the person, but also by hormonal swings, so it is
not a sufficient indicator, and that... whoops!" Wufei, who had been waving
the lubricant around for emphasis, abruptly loses his grip on it, and
Duo is nearly hit by the flying tube.
"Oi! Careful where you throw that, Dragon..." He bends down to look for
"Most sorry, _xin ai_(1); lost my grip. We must have gotten some on the
outside. Here..." Wufei hands Duo a towel from the stack on the table.
"Ah, yeah. Here." Duo picks up the unintended missile, wipes it off, and
drops it and the towel back on the table and a kiss on Wufei's cheek,
before he returns to his work. "Oh, and Dragon-baby? You're doing the
dusting next week, right?"
Duo bats playfully at Wufei's arm. Wufei turns, and grins wolfishly at
Duo, who leers back, and then Wufei returns to his lecture. Trowa, meanwhile,
just watches the interplay, somewhat bemused by the easy interaction between
"Now, where were we? Ah, yes..." Duo replaces the glass cleaner and goes
in search of a dust cloth.
As Duo is finishing the dusting, he overhears Wufei's "...therefore not
a reliable marker of virginity. Now, stretching can be of some help here
as well..." Trowa is nodding, and evidently asks something too soft to
be overheard, to which Wufei replies, "Does it matter so much? You are
the one who wished to avoid causing pain..." Duo wisely retreats to the
kitchen to find his book, and remains there until the two call him out
He doesn't have time to get too far into his reading, however, before
Wufei calls to him that they are nearly done, and will be ready for him
"Ah, hah, the suitable recovery time has elapsed, now? I'll be right with
you then," Duo replies.
And so it is that, five minutes later, all three are in the main room
again, papers and pencils set aside, and Wufei has taken Trowa's face
between his hands to draw him in for a deep, stirring kiss. Duo, just
coming in, is treated to the sight of his beloved's passion in all its
glory. He swallows, hard, then moves in to kneel behind Trowa, running
his hands lightly over bare sides, down over hard, denim-clad thighs,
back up over the tight ass, and around to stroke over the pockets, teasing,
wordlessly begging permission. Even as his hands move, Duo's mouth comes
down to kiss, then close over, the juncture of Trowa's neck and shoulder,
then suckle at the spot lightly, a familiar hunger building in the pit
of his stomach and a tiny growl escaping him.
A bronzed arm frees itself from Trowa's hip to reach for Duo's waist,
and tugs him sideways by one belt loop, until he is nearly beside Trowa
rather than tucked firmly behind him. Then Duo is being pulled forward
to kiss Wufei, even as Trowa is carefully slipping out from between the
two just enough to be the one nestled firmly behind the man in the middle.
Now it is Trowa's turn to run questing hands over Duo's skin, down to
slip into his pockets and move in short, suggestive strokes against his
lower belly, even as Trowa's own hips are pressed against Duo's ass, his
arousal rubbing against one firm buttock, and he leans his head in close
to whisper in Duo's ear, "You wanted something?" A short, hard rock of
hips against ass and stroke of fingers against Duo's own swelling erection
leave no doubt what Trowa means when he continues, "I think I've got something
for you..." and then Trowa moves in to nip at the earlobe so close to
his own mouth, sucking at it, and stroking it with his tongue.
Duo moans into Wufei's kiss, revelling in the feeling of being desired,
of being desirable, of being... adored in this way. It is all he can do,
in the rush of sensations, to brace his hands on Wufei's shoulders and
return the kiss, pouring all his desire into it. Wufei's hands run secret
patterns across his chest, flicking lightly across nipples, running along
his collar bones, seeking out all the places that send jolts of pleasure
through his body. Trowa's hands have moved, working his zipper open and
the jeans down to his knees, before coming back to once again stroke promises
over the soft skin of his hipbones. And then they are gone, for a moment
- long enough to deal with Trowa's own jeans, Duo assumes in one small
rational corner of his mind - before they are back, and Trowa's own bare
flesh is pressed firmly against his backside. Trowa wriggles a little,
then murmurs into the ear he has been assaulting, "If you want it?"
Duo breaks the kiss he's in long enough to speak. "You have to ask, Tro?
God, yes..." and then he moans again, as Wufei's lips descend on his throat
and begin to trail down towards his chest, and then still lower. Trowa
chuckles then, and Duo nearly melts under the sound of the desire in that
small laugh. Those long-fingered hands, even paler than his own, skim
down the fronts of Duo's thighs then, and slide the jeans off over his
knees and feet, and then they are back again, teasing strokes that never
quite reach Duo's erection, and the grind of Trowa's hips reminds him
quite firmly of the one nestled against his rear. "Don't tease me, Tro...
Wufei laughs, then, softly amused. "You see, Triton? I told you he wanted
you... shall we give him what he wants?" He presses a quick, hard, and
deep kiss to Duo's lips before backing up enough to grab the lubricant
and hand it to Trowa, along with a condom, and an admonition to "Prep
him first, the way we discussed." Trowa nods, then puts a hand on Duo's
back to encourage him onto all fours, before opening the tube. Wufei,
meanwhile, moves to kneel so that his head is next to Duo's, and he begins
to whisper something softly into his ear that causes a visible shiver
to run through Duo's body, and then another, and another.
Trowa is rewarded with a small, choked cry of delight when he first slides
two slick fingers down Duo's tailbone, then slips them with gentle pressure
into his ass. There is no resistance as he works them in and out a few
times, just an answering thrust back, and Trowa adds another finger on
the next thrust, getting another moan in response. There is a little resistance
when he adds the fourth finger - Wufei's advice that he do so clear in
his head - and he works them in and out a few times until he feels it
dissipate with another moan. Then, teasing a little, he thrusts a few
more times before withdrawing his hand, and reaching for the small foil
packet he'd been handed.
Duo is practically whining in frustrated desire by the time Trowa's hands
return to his hips, carefully holding him still with one hand, and then
using the other to guide his erection into place. There is a pause, then,
and Duo can feel Wufei's head nodding beside his, and then Trowa begins
to push his way slowly, smoothly inside. Duo exhales, an "Oh!" of surprise
and then another of pleased delight escaping him. When Trowa's hips finally
meet his, he pushes back firmly, seeking that last bit of depth he is
used to and incidentally halting any further motion for a moment as they
remain locked into that position.
Then Duo shifts forwards again, freeing Trowa to move as well. And move
he does, a few short, slow thrusts at first, then gradually lengthening
his stroke but still keeping to the same slow pace. Duo moans and gasps
and writhes under Trowa's hands, seeking more - more depth, more speed,
more contact. Then Wufei is back beside him, and that small rational corner
of Duo's mind pauses to wonder when he'd left, but then Wufei is kissing
him, and then flipping onto his back, sliding down between Duo's spread
arms to kiss down his throat and chest. A quick upwards glance tells Duo
that Wufei is now naked and needing, too. Wufei continues his slow, seductive
squirm down Duo's body, and Duo dips his head to lick a trail of fire
down his Dragon's flesh, having to stop and gasp for breath each time
Trowa thrusts into him, but coming back each time, torn between moving
forwards to take in his lover, or rocking back onto the hard thickness
A light touch between his shoulders, and Duo lets himself drop onto his
elbows, hands reaching to cradle golden hips even as he moves his legs
apart to accommodate bronzed shoulders and milk-white knees. Two sets
of hands touch him, hold him, anchor him. One set of hands - //Tro's//
- holds him solidly in place by waist and hips, keeping him from moving
forwards towards the prize still just beyond his reach. The other set
- //'Fei's// - is stroking up the back and insides of his thighs and pulling
him downwards, opening him further to the rhythmic strokes and letting
them sink deeper, touching new places inside him. Warm breath teases his
twitching member, even as he knows Wufei can feel his own breath teasing
in return. Finally, Wufei's hips come to a stop beneath Duo's chin, and
then - oh, then...
Just as Duo begins to wrap hungry lips around the hard flesh so temptingly
offered him, just as Wufei opens his mouth and takes in Duo's erection,
surrounding him in warm heat - just then, Trowa thrusts again, rocking
him forwards onto Wufei, into Wufei... The sensation of being filled,
surrounded, completely submerged and immersed in his beloved drives the
last coherent thought from his mind, and only the belonging remains.
Then even that is spiralling inwards as the three move to the rhythm Trowa
sets, like starstuff being drawn into a black hole. Finally the pleasure
winds tight and hard in Duo's belly, holding there for an instant before
exploding into a new light, even as his throat works automatically to
swallow what he has been given, and he dimly registers Trowa's body bending
forwards over his back and teeth on his shoulder and last few hard spasming
thrusts into his body.
It must be Wufei who twists over to tip the other two off to one side,
because Duo is certainly not aware enough to do so, although Trowa is
able to catch his own fall and cushion Duo's. Wufei sits up just long
enough to turn around, and then he is sliding down along Duo's body to
kiss his beloved softly, and murmur his thanks to Trowa, and snuggle in
close, and reach his arm over Duo to rest, fingers stroking lightly, on
Trowa's hip. After a moment, Trowa unwraps his arm from where it is pressed
between Duo's chest and Wufei's to reach around and rest it lightly on
Wufei's shoulder blade, pulling and releasing in what would have been
a soft hug if not for Duo's intervening body. Duo himself merely squirms
a little closer to the warmth surrounding him and breathes contentedly.
(1) _xin ai_ - beloved in Chinese
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