Title: Art of Food
Have you ever seen someone
flip a pancake into the air, roll it right out of the pan and onto a plate,
then near instantly, or so it seems, pour another golden puddle of batter?
Wufei had always been impressed by cooking skills. He couldn't explain
the strange effect a well-turned flip of a spatula or the skillful stir
of a spoon had upon him. It had always been that way. Food, it attracted
him, fascinated him. This is one of the reasons he sat in the small kitchen,
watching Duo, mesmerized.
The boy with the braid whirled around the tiny kitchen, bacon sizzled,
pancakes turned crisp around the edges, and eggs came out of the pan perfectly
sunny side up, the yolk a luminous yellow.
And the smells, they were enough to drown a man in. The scent of butter
melting on those pancakes, the pepper in the eggs that he'd nearly sneezed
at, so closely had he been watching. It was almost an explosion for the
senses. A simple breakfast, and it drove Wufei half mad with passion.
All the pilots had to take their turns cooking. They were rooming together
during a lull, relaxing as long as any of them ever could relax. Today
was Duo's turn to cook; the first time Wufei had ever known the longhaired
boy even possessed culinary skills. But it stood to reason, if he liked
to eat so much, why shouldn't he be an excellent cook as well?
And he was, the slight shifting as he easily flipped bacon from the pan
to drain on a paper towel, the silken movements almost a complex dance
of gourmand delight.
Wufei watched in pleasure, his secret passion being fulfilled in this
show of dexterity and skill. He sat on a kitchen stool; his arms folded
on the counter top, and didn't say a word.
When finally a plate lay in front of him, everything cooked to perfection,
he nearly swooned. The first bite sent a shiver of rapture down his spine,
the golden texture and taste of the pancake as it gave in his mouth. The
sweetness of the syrup, the crisp texture of the bacon. Each bite was
an exquisite delight, and slowly he made his way through the meal, never
noticing when the other pilots joined him at the counter to eat their
fill as well.
Such a simple meal, and yet. And yet. Wufei knew something had happened
to him, watching that skill, tasting something so beautiful in composition.
It wasn't merely food, it was emotion within food. For as he had eaten
each bite, he'd tasted something, something euphoric and happy, delightfully
laughing, something that Duo always seemed to have about him. Like an
invisible cloud of forthright beauty of spirit. Something had changed
all right, and Wufei had a feeling it was only the beginning.
The week progressed and Wufei wondered if he would ever feel the same
again. Each meal not cooked by Duo was a meal to be ignored, and Wufei
would sit it out and hide in his room until it was over. It got to the
point where the boy with braid began to suspect something. And then once
more, it was Duo's turn to cook.
Wufei planted himself on a stool and watched. He didn't know what was
being made nor what it would do to his already needle-fine senses. He
wasn't sure if he could stand the tension, but he remained firmly fixed,
How to explain to someone who does not know, the absolute joy to be found
within food, taste, texture. Each individual flavor is a bite of something
unknown and unknowable. A passion for food can arise within anyone, but
the will to keep it burning, a flame of desire for a new sensation upon
the tongue. It was like this for Wufei; he desperately needed to taste,
to feel, to explore each new flavor.
This thing he'd noticed about Duo was something new however. Never before
had the dark-haired boy been able to taste an emotion within the food,
a flavor of delight, or sadness. It was as if Duo had a magic touch, and
whatever he happened to be feeling as he cooked, flavored each morsel.
Wufei often wondered as he sat alone at night, what passion might taste
He became entranced as Duo began. A plain white apron slid over his dark
clothes, his hair was neatly pulled back and pinned up to keep it from
spoiling the meal. His hands were watched closely as they lay items upon
the counter. First a knife, then a wooden chopping board, from there it
was a complex lying out of each individual ingredient. Breakfast had been
viewed and now it was dinner that would be seen, Wufei shook at the heady
delight of it all.
Vegetables lay glistening in washed splendor, each one a perfect example
of its species. A plate of well-cleaned and perfect chicken breasts sat
quietly waiting their fate. Spices sat gathered around, the smell of each
one a distinct sensory introduction. A stick of butter sat aside, its
cheerful and mild yellow shade pleasing to the eye. Last was a small cup
of cream and bowl of grated Parmesan that sat beside a bag of flour.
The dance began, at first a tiny movement, a small flick of the wrist,
a shifting of weight from one foot to the next. Then Duo was moving, twisting
around the kitchen like a whirlwind.
The butter melted softly in the microwave, a drip and slip of golden cream.
The chicken breasts were dipped in it, coated and covered in its slickness.
Then they dove into the snowy white of the flour, only to be speared and
tossed gently within the Parmesan.
Wufei controlled the quivering of his tongue as it longed to taste the
flavor that his eyes and nose were telling him of. His attention was firmly
fixed on each movement, his body bowstrung and tight at each tantalizing
step. Duo looked over his shoulder and met the black and smoldering gaze
once or twice, his lips curved in a smile, as if he knew what was loved
and cherished more than a soul.
The frying pan upon the stove sizzled with its occupant of butter, the
cream soon joining it in its fate. And then, ahh, the satisfying crack
of perfect asparagus as it was broken and tossed into a low amount of
water to simmer until firmly done. The heady aroma as the chicken splashed
gently into the cream and butter, a dash of wine added to its distinct
Wufei wondered what emotion would flavor this meal, what feeling he would
enjoy when it finally rode his tongue. Unaware of his own body language,
he shifted forward on the hard stool, elbows inching across the counter,
chin resting in his palms as he gazed with lust upon the scene.
At last the meal was cooking, needing no further preparation then that
of the occasional flip of the chicken or stir of asparagus. Duo slid across
the floor and leaned across the counter top, his face mere inches from
Wufei's. A smile twisted his features as he gazed into those dark and
"You may ask, what will I make for dessert?" Duo said, patting one trembling
hand where it lay on the counter.
"And what will that be?" Wufei whispered, unable to tear his gaze away
from the violet eyes that blinked at him from across the way.
Duo's smile broadened, "What would you like?"
At first, Wufei didn't know how to respond, and then slowly his face lit
up, lips curling at the corners. "Happiness."
"Hm, happiness? I think I can arrange for that. But," And he held up a
finger, sliding it over Wufei's lips and grinning. "It must be a private
dessert I think, some happiness isn't meant to be shared."
Though, what Wufei wanted to taste most, was the skin of the chef. That
smooth and perfect flesh, so flawless and tight, lovely in the warmth
of the kitchen at night. It beckoned more than the food that was cooking,
his tongue longing to taste and explore the sensation of Duo.
With these words uttered, Duo went back to the meal, stirring with an
expert hand, flipping and spinning dinner until it was done. At last,
it lay in splendor on the counter, each plate a divine melding of flavors.
The other pilots trooped in, quiet exclamations on their lips, as they
tasted. Though for Wufei, a little world of ecstasy opened, his tongue
filled with delight, his brain solely centered on each bite.
Heaven was the crisp melted flavors of cream and butter, the strong bite
of the Parmesan, the wine that flowed through the chicken breasts. It
gave on his tongue like the finest of aphrodisiacs. The asparagus a crisp
green drizzled with golden dew. His attention never wavered as he slowly
devoured each morsel on his plate, only once looking up to meet Duo's
eyes, showing the pleasure that coursed through his body at each bite.
Later that night, he would have his dessert, he knew it would be as beautiful
as the meal. Everything Duo touched became infused with his delight in
the world, and so it would flavor this mysterious after-dinner confection
He lay in the dark, eyes on the ceiling and his thoughts far away. The
click of the door sent him shooting up in bed, dark eyes going wide trying
to see whom it could be.
"It's me." Duo's voice said softly "I brought your dessert."
"It's late," Wufei said just as softly, unwilling to wake the rest of
"It took a while to prepare, happiness doesn't come easily you know."
The voice moved closer, and Wufei could just make out Duo standing beside
his bed and holding a plate.
"Shall I turn on a light?"
"No, no light is needed." The bed creaked gently as Duo sat down, his
eyes shone in the darkness for a moment. "Tell me something,"
"This happiness you want so much, will you keep it once it's found?"
"Of course." Wufei responded firmly, sliding closer to the boy sitting
beside him. "I want happiness, need it, crave it, and will do anything
to keep it once I've found it."
"Then taste," Slim fingers tapped lightly on Wufei's mouth, and a sweet
citrus scent met his nose.
"An orange?" he asked, opening his mouth never the less to accept the
"To begin, yes, a slice of orange."
Wufei sucked lightly on the fingers that remained within his mouth with
the offering, tasting for the first time Duo's skin and realizing it had
always flavored everything the boy had made. He grasped the hand still
held out, carefully chewing the slice of orange before running his tongue
over the fingers, then the palm of the lovely hand.
"Uh uh, not yet." Duo chuckled, pulling his hand away only to pick something
else from the plate.
"Tease." Wufei smiled, waiting for what would come next. Seconds passed
and the fingers met his lips with something sweet, chocolate. A completely
different flavor then the orange had been, heavier and dark. He let his
lips be parted, licking the fingers once more before they could escape,
loosely encircling Duo's wrist to hold them in place. Slowly he trailed
his tongue from fingers to wrist, placing a kiss on the smooth skin he
"You're eating me more than dessert." Duo laughed, tugging on his hand
gently and reaching for something new.
"You taste better than anything that could be on that plate." Came the
"Mm, ok, try this."
Soft lips met Wufei's in the darkness, something sticky coating them,
after a tentative taste with the tip of his tongue, he knew it to be honey
coating that wonderful mouth. He licked at it, lapping gently until only
Duo's warm lips remained, parted slightly, and panting against his own.
"Anything else?" He asked, sliding a hand around the slim waist and tugging
Duo closer, unwilling to let go now that his prize had been captured.
Wufei smiled, leaning close and inhaling. "That's all I wanted to begin
"Duo for dessert?" Duo said with a laugh, threading his fingers through
the midnight hair that hung around Wufei's face in a curtain of darkness.
"You know, I think I'm supposed to ask at this point, why we've never
done this before." He shifted on the bed, wrapping a strand of the black
hair around his finger.
"Am I supposed to have an answer?" Wufei asked, letting his mouth leave
a tiny pattern of kisses down the bare neck that lay below it. He felt
a tug on his hair and winced, removing the finger that had become trapped
in a length of it, and kissing the digit before releasing it and returning
to that enticing neck.
" Duo tilted his head, hoping the tiny kisses would move lower.
They soon did, followed by a light nipping at his collarbone. One long
fingered hand carefully sliding around his waist and pulling the shirt
from his pants, before it began slowly caressing its way up his stomach.
His muscles tightened slightly, breath coming faster as that hand moved
over a nipple, rubbing softly before sliding the shirt up and off.
Their lips met again, bare touches that seemed almost non-existent. Passion
was slithering through each of them, a complex and hidden thing, rarely
brought out in the darkness of the night. The bed squeaked in a minor
complaint as they eased back onto it. Duo raised his hands above his head
in a little show of submissiveness, open for anything that Wufei desired.
Wufei was surprised by this, always when cooking Duo had behaved as the
master, the one in charge. Maneuvering food and taste with a skill that
rivaled that of anyone else. Now, with his arms above his head, eyes half
lidded and heavy, legs spread slightly in an innocent invitation for carnal
delight, Wufei discovered that the master was a slave outside of the kitchen.
So willing, his lips made their way to an ear, nibbling before moving
to that slim neck. So soft, his mouth opened, tongue sliding out to taste
before moving lower. So marvelous, his hands gripped the clothed hips,
fingers easily unbuttoning and unzipping. So tasty, he smiled to himself,
listening to the restrained groans and whimpers as his hands slid Duo's
pants down, warm skin quivering as he touched it. He sat back on his knees
for a moment, eyeing the treat that lay before him, waiting. Tossing Duo's
pants to one side, Wufei began removing the drawstring from his own pants,
holding it up and nodding to himself in satisfaction.
He took Duo's hands in his own, bringing them to his mouth for another
taste, delighting in the saltiness of the sweat that covered the palms
of them. Crossing them at the wrists he began wrapping the drawstring
around them, easing it over and under, between, until at last he tied
a neat little knot, wrapping the loose ends to the iron headboard.
He kissed the parted lips that lay waiting, easing off the bed and removing
his own clothes with a grace and slowness that belied the tension just
beneath the surface of it all. Then, with a grin, he left the room, Duo's
soft whimpers filling his ears all the way to the kitchen.
He searched the fridge, quickly finding what he wanted and returning to
his room within moments. Duo was still stretched out, hands securely fastened
together and tied to the headboard; legs parted ever so slightly. He opened
his mouth to ask what was on the plate in Wufei's hands, when something
was placed between his lips.
"I want to taste." Was all Wufei would say as he leaned down, and slid
his tongue inside that mouth, sharing the little blackberry that rested
within. The tartness of it mixed well with the sweetness of the honey
that remained, just as Wufei had hoped that it would. With a happy groan,
he moved the berry between their mouths, eventually biting into it and
swallowing, savoring the melded flavors of Duo joined with the blackberry
"Delicious." He purred, reaching down to the plate on the floor and picking
up another item.
Duo jumped at the first drip of coldness that hit his stomach, realizing
it was cream as he watched the thick white substance trickle down his
belly and gather in his navel. His eyes by now had grown used to the darkness,
and he was able to see the hedonistic pleasure on Wufei's face as he bent
his head, lapping the cream up as daintily as cat would. His tongue was
soft and slick, cold and warm at the same time, each long lick agonizingly
pleasurable. A foray into Duo's belly button made the boy wiggle and moan,
his eyes closing as he felt that tongue slide down further, just coasting
over his lower abdomen.
More cream was poured carefully onto his chest, the tongue working its
way back up, spending endless minutes carefully removing each trace. Duo
found his legs spreading further apart; his erection growing with each
passing moment of Wufei's mouth, as it tasted the cream covered flesh.
The smell of honey filled the room; the sound of a cap being removed meeting
The sticky substance was drizzled onto the length between his legs, the
small touch of it making him pant and want for more. Then that mouth was
on him, carefully licking all traces away, sliding around and down, covering
and enfolding, tongue moving to circle and hold.
The flavor of Duo's desire was mixing with the honey, the cream that still
coated the back of Wufei's throat combining with it to fulfill the need
to taste Duo mixed with these sensations. He spent a minute sucking on
the head of Duo's erection, loving the slightly bitter and salty taste
of the cum that leaked from it. His hands maneuvered the long and shaking
legs, sliding them further apart so that he could rest between them, refusing
to let Duo's moans speed up the pace of his exploration.
One hand dipped off the bed, coming back covered in butter and honey.
Wufei licked it, smiling at its sweetness before slithering it down the
smooth stomach and over the shuddering cock. His mouth followed soon after,
producing stammered pleas and stifled moans from the writhing figure of
Once more, the hand gathered up a dollop of the honey butter, this time
carefully slipping between the spread cheeks of Duo's rear and sliding
it around the entrance that was found there. The slippery finger spent
a moment delving into the tight recess, and then Wufei was moving down
lower, shifting Duo's legs to rest over his shoulders as he bent his head.
At the first plunge of Wufei's tongue within, Duo's muscles tightened,
his hands fisting in their bonds, head thrashing back and forth. A low
cry tumbled from his mouth at the sensation of Wufei's tongue as it slowly
entered and withdrew, teasing lightly and then diving inside the squirming
One long finger joined in on the assault, slippery with more of the golden
butter and honey mixture, its path was met and joined by Wufei's tongue,
both working together assiduously, wringing sharper cries from Duo's mouth.
Each thrust sent Duo's feet pattering, lips open as he wailed against
the attack of hands and mouth, unable to grip the shoulders his legs rested
upon, to dig his fingers into the raven hair that brushed his thighs.
Instead, he was reduced to mere sounds, restless whimperings and wordless
Abruptly Wufei pulled back, easing the trembling legs from their place
on his shoulders and slowly crawling up Duo's shaking body. He smiled
down at the incoherent state, and reached above Duo's lolling head to
release his hands from the headboard. Keeping the limp hands in a firm
grasp, Wufei parted Duo's legs once more, easing the head of his shaft
A long, low moan spilled from Duo's mouth, the slick length penetrating
his body bit by bit, opening him wide. Before it was inside of him fully,
it stopped, and Wufei rocked his hips, his lips parting on a soft groan
at the sensation. The tight body wrapping around him, was almost too divine
a feeling. This taste went beyond mere flavor, the grip of Duo's body
like a slice of heaven itself.
Another shallow thrust, and Wufei shifted his hips, easing out and sitting
up. The moan of disappointment made him smile, his whisper barely audible.
"I merely want a change of taste."
Duo was unable to respond, as he felt himself being rolled onto his side,
Wufei slipping behind him. His hands remained held, the grip loose but
firm. Again, he was spread like a banquet, Wufei's length easily penetrating
and delving inside. One hand holding his own, the other lifting his leg
to open him further. Duo's lips parted, a keening cry erupting from him
as he felt the shallow thrust and slide, always so much and yet too little.
His hips moved back, trying to force Wufei to give him more of that delicious
All movement stopped, and then he received his unvoiced wish, Wufei's
cock pushing further into his body, sliding deep within before halting
and beginning that shallow and unsatisfying thrusting again. Duo's wail
was shrill as his hands wiggled to be free, body thrashing against Wufei's
in its desire.
He smiled into the back of Duo's neck, restraining himself and instead,
keeping up the slow and steady pace. Unwilling to rush such a feeling,
a melding of desire and taste. His mouth lay gentle kisses down the back
of Duo's neck, teeth nipping at the perspiring flesh, tongue peeking out
to steal a lick here and there. Gradually, he moved Duo, never changing
the measured slide and grind of his hips, the heaving body eventually
coming to rest on his lap, Duo's back to him.
This penetration was deeper, but the movement was still soft and gentle,
until Duo discovered he had more freedom to do as he wanted. And then
he was arching back against Wufei, raising himself up and then slamming
down in his need to be filled utterly and completely. Moans became shouts,
begging becoming demands. Each stab of Wufei within him was so utterly
pleasurable, perfect inside.
Duo soon found he couldn't keep up the pace, his hands still tied together,
body becoming ragged in its movement and purpose. Wufei murmured, arms
coming around to push Duo forward, hands raising his hips and spreading
his legs upon the bed until his moans were muffled in the sheets. A hand
rested on the small of his back, the pounding of Wufei relentless, magnificent.
He felt opened, speared, split, a body made to be savored and swallowed
Tears stung Wufei's eyes at the beauty of the moment, so glorious was
the feel of this act, this joining of bodies and desires. His mouth was
open, tongue tasting the very air that surrounded them. He felt as if
he could sip at it, drink it down and savor it
Suddenly the body surrounding his own tightened even further, gripping
his length and holding him inside of Duo's body. The scream that tore
from his throat fell into the night, rapture at last reached as he spilled
his essence into the sheath that trapped his body against Duo's. His hands
turned to useless claws that grasped at the sheets, helpless with exaltation
As the feeling died down, their forms melted to the bed, toppling slowly,
still joined. They lay like that for a few moments, the only sound the
uneven gasping that emanated from their mouths.
Wufei stroked the sweat slickened back, unable to stop himself from licking
a swath along one trembling shoulder until his lips rested beside Duo's
"You are a feast." He chuckled, nuzzling against Duo's neck, kissing the
fine hairs at the nape of it.
A shudder wound its way through Duo's body. "There can be no feast with
out a gourmand." He whispered, smiling into the darkness of the room.
"Thank you for the meal." Wufei said, laughter bubbling up within his
chest and bursting out to be joined by Duo's.
"Mm, may we share many more." Came the sleepy reply, violet eyes closing
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