Title: Strawberries and Whipped Cream
Author: Sailor Bluestar
Pairing: 2x6/6x2, hints of 5+3 and 4+1 and R+1
Rating: NC17
Warning: POV changing, slight PWP
Disclaimer: Boy's aren't mine. The plot ain't mine either, they belong to Bronze Tigress' bunnies. Only the title I own.
~Strawberries and Whipped Cream~
[Duo's POV]
While Zechs' at work for his darling sister, I'm stuck doing housework. Can you imagine an ex-Gundam pilot, used to killing and being a general terror to all, doing something so domestic as laundry? Yeah, Wufei got a laugh out of that. But then again, I caught him writing love poems to Trowa. Blackmail is so much fun. I got hold of a copy of a few of them. He doesn't make fun of me now. But if he dares laugh, I'm dishing out cold hard revenge.
What is it with Zechs-babe and red clothes? You'd almost think it was a lucky colour or something. I know Wufei would be spouting stuff about how the Chinese believe that it's a lucky colour, but I don't care. I like red in moderation. At least black goes with everything - especially more black - but reds, well... I know they go well with golds, like his hair, but this is a bit like obsessive-compulsive Relena chasing Heero.
I wonder if it runs in the family. I should be wary if it is. And all this white! Does make sorting the laundry easy, though. Ah, lazy me. It's a good thing Zechs-babe lives with me and not Quatre. With him, he might turn everything pink. No offense to him or anything, but some things, he should just leave to the millions of servants he has to do. I remember one time that Heero COMPLAINED to me that Quatre had tried to do the laundry for him and made everything in the wash pink tinged with a new red shirt. Hmmm...must remember to run those new shirts through a second rinse...
Zechs brought home strawberries last night. I can't imagine where he found them at this time of year. I mean, it's not exactly as if it were still snowing out, but that ice storm last week doesn't exactly qualify as strawberry-growing weather. Probably way too expensive, too... But he knows I adore them, at least, I hope he does, because I got a lot of strawberry shampoo... During my childhood years, I rarely got enough food to eat, and now, with him, he spoils me rotten. He knows exactly how to tickle my taste buds. And man, are they in heaven nowadays!
Today's Valentine's Day. I might as well do something special for him in the season of love. After a hard day's work of dealing with dignitaries, I know he needs something to relax. I just hope that Zechs-babe likes strawberries as much as I do.
[Zechs' POV]
I am looking around in the bathroom, hoping to surprise my Duo. We agreed to do something outrageous for Valentine's Day when I got home. He wants the kitchen, living room and dining room to himself and I want the bedroom and bathroom to myself to prepare. He must really like them or something. Strawberries, I mean. Really like them. I know he likes them whenever I bring some home for him to nibble on. This shampoo is strawberry scented, and there's over a dozen more bottles just like it under the sink.
I know I don't like shopping that much either, or running out of shampoo, but really! At least when I brought back seven bottles of the same conditioner it was a nice innocuous vanilla scent. Vanilla is a scent to stir the passion. Smells pretty good on him, too...
I'd wish he'd consider loving vanilla as much as he seems to adore strawberries. I wonder what's he making in there. He's been awfully quiet. Not even a clamor of pots and pans. Now, where are those lavendar oils. I know I put them in here somewhere. I wonder if I can sneak into the kitchen for some whipped cream and ice in a pucket. That would bode well in the bedroom. Hmmm...I think going into the cellar for champagne is in order.
[Duo's POV]
Cream whipped, vanilla sugar on the counter with the desert bowls, and all the most perfect heart-shaped slices of the strawberries in a separate bowl for garnish. Dinner's just about done simmering - where'd that... ah! Bay leaf *out* now. Vanilla-scented pillars lit on the countertop, where I can see them from the kitchen and from the table in the living room. Couch decorated with a few surprises 'cause I don't want to be hunting for things later, and I am *not* using whipped cream for *that* again - I still don't think I got it all off after last month's little adventure with the hot chocolate. Yup, looks like everything's ready...
Checklist time. Me in something sexy. Check. Soft music in the background. Check. Lights turned low. Check. Red table cloth on table. Check. Candles lit. Check. Cultery in all the right places. Check. Cream of mushroom soup done and spooned into bowls. Check. Dinner rolls on table in basket. Check. Garden salad dished out. Check. Chicken dinner with pilaf rice and corn on plate. Check. White wine from cellar. Check. Dessert waiting in the freezer? Check. Strawberries set aside for later. Check. Looks like everything checks out. Time to get the big blonde stud in here.
Zechs enters wearing a white tuxedo with a red rose on his lapel. Go figure, red and white. But he does look like a god all the same. I wonder what he did to the bathroom and bedroom. Knowing him, there'll be vanilla involved somewhere. We ate our dinner, looking at each other, admiring how the candlelight brought out the finer details on each other. After dinner, I took our dessert and edged both of us to the couch.
I placed our desserts down on the coffee table and pulled the jacket off of him and started to strip him down until he was naked. I stripped down to my black silk boxers, watching him watching me. I push him onto the couch and grab my bowl of strawberry ice cream. I plop some onto his chest, watching it melt and flow downwards, bewitched. I hungrily attack the flesh covered in liquid ice cream, nipping slightly at the heated flesh.
I get down to his erection and devours it like a hungry pup. I emerse my fingers in his vanilla ice cream and nudge them inside him. With the other hand I grab the rest of the ice cream and plop them onto his hot cock, making him moan deliciously. I speed up the pace of the thrusting fingers within him.
His pleading voice speaks to me, sending shivers down my spine, "Please. Need you. Now. In me."
I let him have his way of course. Who was I to say no to a prince? I rip away my boxwers and slather any remains of the melted ice cream onto my erection and thrusts into his velvet heat. I didn't need to stretch this out any longer. If what he has planned next is like anything my hentai mind can create, we'll need our strength. So I pound that delicious rear into the couch, not caring about the consequences. The orgasm was incredible. Perhaps I should do this more often.
As we lay in the afterglow, I faintly felt him carry me into the bathroom. What I saw was candles and a bath with lavender scents. He settled both of us into the tub. I wonder if he knew that we were going to have fun with food. I pushed it to the back of my mind for the time being as his gentle hands wash away the evidence of food sex.
[Zechs' POV]
That's it. Relax. That was nice, if a little rough, but I don't mind. I rarely see you take charge like that. Very refreshing. Now I get to take care of you. I gently massage all the tense muscles. Now is for the next part of my grand scheme. I had figured Duo would use food in sex. I carried his limp body out of the tub and dried him off with a soft towel. I carried him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed. The vanilla scented candles making my blood stir all the more hotter.
[Duo's POV]
I watch as he went and got the bowl of strawberries I had left on the table. I guess I forgot all about them. But apparently he hadn't. He fed me a few slices before artisticly arranging them on my body. He went and poured some champagne into a glass and we shared that. The bubbles felt nice in my stomach.
Then he started trailing his tongue on my skin. He delicately nibbled on the strawberries on me. Faintly, I could still hear the music that I put on in the living room. I can feel Zechs-babe's mouth nearing my erection. Then I felt an odd sensation. Something I never felt before. I looked down and saw him rubbing a slice of strawberry on my cock. He lifts my legs with the other hand and licks at my entrance. His hair was tantilizing on my sensitive erection. Damn it felt good.
Placing the slice on the very tip, he swallows it and the head of my cock in one gulp. I groan, fisting his platinum locks, pulling his head down more. A lubed finger penetrates me and searches for that magical bunch of nerves that set my blood on fire. A rush flows through me. He found it. He inserts another finger and stretches me out while sucking on my cock. As I fuck that wonderful mouth, he pulls his fingers out and lubes his erection. Taking his mouth away and before I could protest, he was fully within me in a thrust. Oh the feel of being stretched and filled like that is indescribable.
His hips rock against mine as he set the pace fast and furious. I eagerly matched him, wanting another round with him yet. Our orgasm was mind blowing. I panted, trying to catch my breath. I rolled the both of us over and sat up, him still within me. We groaned at the sensation. I ate a few more slices before feeding some to him. The juices in the bowl I dribbled onto his lovely skin. I love the taste of him mixed with strawberries. I wonder if he'll consider using my strawberry shampoo...
I lap up the sticky juices. Deciding that he needs a better clean-up, I reach for the bottle of chilled champagne, thus getting off his erection, which came back. I grin at him and poured the champagne onto him. I saw how the cool bubbles made him feel. The tingly sensation might drive him mad. That is, if my mouth doesn't.
I lapped up the champagne, using any that spilt over his groin to make sure that his ass was still able to take me. I spread his legs and thrusted into that heat once again. Pounding his ass into the bed, we fell into oblivion together.
It wasn't until hours later that we'd found out that after that last orgasm, we'd both collapsed from exhaustion. In our stickiness, Zechs carried me into the bathroom once again. Most of the candles were burnt out by now, so he turned on the lights. We went into the tub again. This time, relaxing was away from our minds. Zechs pulled me onto his lap and we started the water sloshing.
Zechs made sure that every inch of me was clean. I tried to do the same, but unfortunately, he had different ideas. He would distract me with his mouth, hands and that delicious cock splitting me open. Couple orgasms afterwards, I could barely keep my eyes open. Zechs towelled me dry and put me to bed in the other bedroom that we next to never use since our sheets were a bit...dirty. I drifted to sleep peacefully.
[Zechs' POV]
He's awfully cute when asleep. I noticed how sticky I still am. Huh. Who knew strawberry juices could be so sticky? I think I'm going to need to run *myself* through a second rinse to get all the strawberry juices off... After a quick shower, I decide that everything can be cleaned up in the morning. It was time to join my beloved in bed and sleep the night away. I collapsed onto the bed and Duo snuggled closer to me, laying his head on my chest. Nothing else would be so perfect. Sated and happy, I fell asleep. Happy Valentine's Day Duo. Love you forever.
OWARI
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