Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Strawberries and Whipped Cream ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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 color or something. I
know Wufei would be spouting stuff about how the
Chinese believe that it's a lucky color, 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
lavender 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 bucket. 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 counter top, 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. Cutlery 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 emersed 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 boxers 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 tantalizing 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 toweled 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
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 color or something. I
know Wufei would be spouting stuff about how the
Chinese believe that it's a lucky color, 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
lavender 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 bucket. 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 counter top, 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. Cutlery 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 emersed 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 boxers 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 tantalizing 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 toweled 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