Category: Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lemon, Yaoi, Fun with Food...
Spoilers: Nope...and no real redeeming qualities, either.
Notes: 1) Obviously, I don't own any legal rights to GW, otherwise I'd be rich and this would be in the local bookstore instead. But since it's not, please don't sue, because it'd be a waste of everyone's time. 2) Dedicated to Iffer, who just happened to be there when I got inspired to write this little piece of fluff...
When Zechs walked into the flat he shared with Duo Maxwell, he was not surprised to see the chestnut-braided man curled up on a chair watching television. It was that little cartoon from the old days that Duo always watched...the one that featured a cat who was always out-smarted by the mouse he continually chased. Zechs didn't understand why his partner enjoyed the cartoon as he did. Then again, despite everything, the blonde knew that Duo was much more complicated than he appeared.
As Zechs leaned over, he saw that Duo was indulging his other current favorite pastime as well: eating junk food. Duo paused, holding out the pastry with one hand as the other took Zechs from behind and drew him in for a kiss. Their tongues had only begun exploring one another when Zechs abruptly pushed back and broke the kiss.
"Yuck! What in the *hell* are you eating? That tastes disgusting!"
"Oh, Zechs, you're just exaggerating. It's called a cream horn and it's not *that* bad."
"How can you stand to eat something that sweet?"
"I like the creamy part," Duo replied, matter-of-factly before resuming his assault of the pastry without giving his observer another thought.
Zechs sat on the sofa across from Duo's chair and offered, "You know, we can always have the chef whip up something a little less sweet that is still satisfying and will probably be tastier as well."
Duo looked up for a moment. "Whip up...hmmm...I like the sound of that," he said with a wink. "I believe I'll just finish this instead, thanks." Then he dipped the pink tip of his tongue into the end of the pastry, turning back towards his cartoons, the light, white fluff steadily disappearing into his mouth with obvious enjoyment.
Zechs stopped, speechless, the sight of his lover's enjoyment bringing him to instant hardness. The situation did not improve while Duo's tongue probed deeper and deeper into the pastry. He then began slowly licking around the exposed edge to clean off any stray bits of the filling that had escaped on their journey to the warm depths of Duo's oral cavity. All the while, Duo sat oblivious to Zechs' visual torment, concentrating instead on the commercial for a local amusement park that was showing between animated distractions.
Meanwhile Zechs was becoming decidedly uncomfortable. He had removed his jacket upon entering the apartment, but he still felt as if he was in a baker's oven. Loosening his collar and the buttons of his shirt, he exposed a golden-tan expanse of well-muscled torso. He was carefully laying the shirt on the top of the sofa and was reaching toward Duo when his lover acknowledged his movement with a quick glance.
Then it happened.
Their eyes met, just as Zechs heard the soft "whup" sound as the last of the creamy filling met the vacuum of his lover's mouth. Duo turned the pastry over and was meticulously removing any last spots of the cream when Zechs hit the floor between his knees.
"Huh?" was all Duo had the chance to vocalize.
"That's it," Zechs said in a low growl as he pushed Duo back into the chair, lightning-quick hands making short work of Duo's fastenings.
Duo found his mouth plundered by Zechs' eager tongue, which spoke of a need that refused to remain unassuaged. He felt the tightness as his manhood responded in kind to the passionate kisses he was receiving.
The kiss ended, and as Duo was about to protest, he felt the sudden warmth as he was completely enveloped in Zechs' mouth. He looked down, marveling at the sensations he felt by merely watching the shimmering highlights playing a silent tattoo against the platinum-tressed head bobbing in his lap. When Zechs began making contented noises in accompaniment, the resulting vibrations caused Duo to grasp the arms of the chair tightly so he retained some small measure of control. He felt Zechs' arms stretch around the back of his waist, and the powerful hands slide down to grasp and massage the tight globes of his ass. Duo finally threw his head back and relinquished that small control, spilling forcefully into his lover's mouth with a shout to rival any battle cry.
When Duo could begin to focus once again, he found himself turned in the chair, his knees dangling over the arm of the chair just inches from the floor. After absently using one of his long, well-manicured fingers to wipe away a stray drop of his lover's offering, Zechs began once more to worship the body before him with his talented tongue. This time, though, he followed the sculpted back muscles and carefully spread the cheeks he'd so recently been massaging. Zechs chuckled as his tongue reached the soft pucker that had begun to quiver with Duo's wanton anticipation. Reliving the scene he'd witnessed just a few moments ago, he circled the tender spot with agonizing slowness before dipping into the tight space.
Feeling the throb of his own turgid member begging for attention, the man reached over to the drawer in the side table, removing a small vial and packet. Donning the condom with dispatch, Zechs anointed himself with the scented oil before quickly preparing his lover. With a satisfied moan, he slid into the heat that was Duo. Pausing only briefly to loosen Duo's braid, he grasped the smaller man by the waist and thrust powerfully into him, his growls of pleasure mingling with those of the chestnut-maned beauty beneath him. It was not long until they both reached completion, and Zechs lay panting against his lover's back.
When he could finally do so, Duo asked breathlessly, "What brought that on?"
Zechs smiled as he answered. "I guess you could say I, too, like the creamy part." The two men laughed as they embraced one another, settling down on the sofa for a well-earned nap.
~Owari
Kuiama