Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Yuletide Peace ❯ The War of Seductive Eating ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Yuletide Peace [part 3/6]

Book 4 of the "Incredible Edibles Series"

Author: Enigma

Written: December, 2001; revised: December, 2002

Rating: NC-17

Series: Gundam Wing

Pairings: (3x5)-lemon [(Sally+9) (1x2) (6x4)]-non-lemon

Category: Yaoi, Shojo ai, Romance, Sap, Humor, Lemon, AU-OOC

Enigma Story Category: Pilots' Pleasure

Archive: mediaminer.org [author: "E-sama the Llama"], GW Addiction, Sweet&Sweet

Warnings: yaoi, shojo ai, romance, sap, humor, lemon, Howard, G-Boys in party clothes, seductive eating, holiday foods, fluff, and general silliness. AU-OOC.

Disclaimers: "Gundam Wing" is the property of Bandai, Sunrise, et al. This unauthorized and unpaid piece of fanfiction was created for entertainment only, kindly do not sue me.

Notes: Following a wonderful Thanksgiving celebration with friends, Wufei and Trowa rendezvous with Sally aboard Howard's ship and the injured ShenLong pilot is finally freed of the cumbersome cast that he has worn since his Gundam was shot down. What special gift does Trowa offer Wufei while they attend a joyful Christmas party which includes another lovely face from both Gundam pilots' recent pasts?

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Despite the heavy scent of innuendo in the air, Sally soon noticed where certain onyx eyes had turned after they had gazed their full on emerald ones and she asked knowingly, "Wufei? Trowa? Would you care to get some food? You look a little hungry."

Ignoring the little inner voice that told him he should pretend that he wasn't already hungry and that the luscious aromas weren't making him crazy, the Asian boy looked first at his lover and then his friends, shrugged, and said, "Please? I skipped lunch today due to a problem repairing a power converter on Nataku."

"I'd appreciate it, too, Sally," Trowa commented unexpectedly, getting him to eat as much as he should was an unresolved issue for Wufei. With a sly grin no one but themselves could see, he added, "There's just something special about holiday food, you know? Puts one in such a, um, 'festive' mood, you see."

Lucrezia reluctantly tore her eyes away from where they had been following the mesmerizing bounce of the slightly taller woman's hair to cast a confused glance at the pair of Gundam pilots who wore mysteriously unexpressive looks on their faces. Barely able to forgo the more pleasant pastime of Sally-watching, the younger woman remarked, "Um, yeah, right, whatever." With a shrug since she knew she made precious little sense at the moment, she added enthusiastically, "Everything smells great and I, for one, want to get my hands on Sally's buns."

"Excuse me?!" Wufei sputtered, his own mental gutter-traipsing snapping back on him and leaving him far too open to the misinterpretation of her words.

Blissfully unaware of the goings on behind her, the doctor explained, "I made some traditional pork filled buns based on the recipe my mother handed down to me, Wufei. It's not exactly dim sum, but you might like them."

"Ah, I see," the Chinese boy nodded, trying not to notice the fact that Trowa was snickering softly after going on a similar mental journey yet being wise enough to remain silent about it.

After Sally distributed plates to all four of them, she sent the two young males on their way, warning, "When you go to get something to drink, make sure to skip the eggnog in the glass punchbowl, it's been spiked pretty heavily. The one in the pewter pitcher is safe, though."

"Thanks," Trowa said, relieved not to have found out that little fact the hard way since he didn't want alcohol to blur his mind during the anticipated after-party activities back in their cabin. "So, love, what looks good to eat?" he asked as they glanced at the unbelievable array of food in almost every size, shape, color, and temperature.

Practically purring, Wufei glanced up at him coquettishly and responded playfully, "Do you *really* have to ask, darling?" After they both laughed a little, he added, "Actually, this *all* looks delicious! Why don't you go that way and get an assortment of things and I'll go this way and we'll meet at a table and share?"

Sloe eyes indicated that Trowa would move towards the end of the buffet table with a reindeer piñata displayed on it while he himself would approach the one bearing a snowman-shaped ice sculpture without wondering how he'd manage a plateful of food and the cane at the same time.

The HeavyArms pilot smiled and accepted the task at hand by saluting smartly and adding in mock-Yuyese, "Ninmu ryoukai, koi. Um, which table, though? They seem a little crowded at the moment."

"Don't worry about it, angel," the Asian boy reassured with a sad smile, "You'd be surprised how quickly people on this ship will move to let the 'poor little injured Gundam pilot' have a chair. I know they're just trying to help, but there are times I get tired of being a 'special case'."

"You'll always be a 'special case' to me, love." Trowa commented adoringly, hoping to lighten his beloved's mood, then added, "Let's get started, though. This all looks too good to resist."

"All right," Wufei agreed and they turned away from each other and proceeded to load their plates heavily.

*****

After a few minutes of carefully selecting items that looked good enough to share with his chosen love, Trowa turned from the buffet with every intention of making his way to the dining tables to meet Wufei. Unfortunately, he encountered someone else en route.

"Hey, Trowa, how's it going?" Howard asked, materializing out of the crowds by the beverage stand, a tall glass of the non-spiked eggnog in one hand.

The European teen smiled broadly and greeted the eccentric man, "Hey, Howard. Nice party you've got here."

The emerald-eyed pilot tried not to laugh but couldn't stop the chuckles when all of a sudden the man's extremely broad, bright red necktie lit up with concealed mini-lights that spelled out "Ho, Ho, Ho!" and played a few bars of "Santa Claus is Comin' to Town."

"Pretty cool, ain't it, Trowa?" Laughter filled the older man's eyes behind his eternally present sunglasses, then he added proudly, "Made it myself this morning. Almost forgot Admiral Po's command to dress up for this shindig, but as soon as I remembered, I zipped down to my workshop and put this little beauty together."

As the engineer finished speaking and took a generous swallow of eggnog, Trowa answered with a fond smile, "Are you sure you didn't have to go to the North Pole to do that, Howard?"

"Huh?" The bearded man asked utterly baffled by the remark.

Trowa snickered softly and said, "You know, Santa's workshop at the North Pole. Are you sure you didn't have to go there?"

Howard chuckled and nodded catching the humor of the statement, then he asked in a more serious tone, "How'd it go with that sensor grid we designed yesterday? I really thought your ideas on that were good ones."

"Well, it's kind of a long story," all business again, the HeavyArms pilot turned to the topic closest to his heart after his lover and their friends, his beloved mobile suit and he quickly lost track of time talking with the engineering genius behind the creation of the TallGeese.

Across the room and carrying a plate overflowing with assorted goodies, Wufei suddenly realized he didn't see his boyfriend at any of the tables yet. Deciding to see if he was still selecting victuals for them to share, he looked around and spotted Trowa talking to Howard.

Knowing full well that interrupting those two when the topic was repair or development was a hopeless task, he sighed and glanced down at the plate in his hands, frowning at the assortment and mumbling, "I can't eat all of this alone. I've got two of everything, even these silly candy canes." He picked up one of the long red and white sticks that ended in a hook and peeled the plastic off the long straight part of the candy before sticking it into his mouth, tasting one of the holiday staples for the first time.

"Mmm! This is pretty good!" Wufei exclaimed to himself in delight and he began to suck on it more firmly, enjoying the way it seemed to melt in his mouth. As he swirled the end of the candy around inside his mouth, he realized two startled-looking emerald eyes had locked onto him as Trowa simply stared in awe.

Cool onyx eyes gazed back as a mischievous idea hit the Chinese boy.

Pulling the cane out and licking the end off slowly with the tip of his tongue before reinserting it into his mouth slowly, Wufei began to apparently make love to the sugary treat and it nearly made Trowa moan with need. Luckily, the soft sound of desire the tall youth made when his lover began stroking the cane in and nearly out then back in again was hidden beneath one of the innumerable repeats by the songchip in Howard's tie.

Fully aware of the effect he was having on his soulmate and enjoying every torturous moment of it, the ShenLong pilot continued his teasing tactics.

"Um, Howard, excuse me," Trowa spoke with as steady a voice as he could manage under the situation, "but I believe I'll have to discuss the voltage capacity issue with you later. Wufei is waiting for me to share some dinner."

"Oh?" Disappointment filled the engineer's voice as he turned and saw Wufei innocently chewing up the piece of candy cane he had hurriedly bitten off before placing the confection back onto the plate as if nothing was going on. Sighing since he'd been enjoying the conversation with the HeavyArms pilot yet knowing the two young lovers would rather be together, he nodded, "Yeah, sure thing, Trowa. We'll talk about it tomorrow. See you boys later!" He walked off wondering if there were any of Sally's pork buns left or not.

Trowa brushed the front of his sea green shirt to remove the slight wrinkle that had formed as he stood and talked to Howard, and then approached his teasing lover.

Jade eyes twinkled merrily as an opportunity for revenge presented itself, though, when he saw Wufei being approached by Sally who was carrying a small plate with one of the Chinese meat buns she'd made on it.

"Wufei, these were almost gone so I got one for you and Trowa to share," the honey-haired doctor smiled and showed him the plate before asking, "Or did you get one already?"

Wufei shook his head regretfully and admitted, "No, I didn't see them, Sally, but I took one end of the buffet and Tro took the other. They must have been down there."

"Okay," the woman agreed then asked him a question he never even heard as Trowa decided a little payback was in order.

Glancing quickly at the contents of his plate for a weapon for the undeclared war of across the room seduction, the European teen spotted a gingerbread cookie shaped like a boy with white icing for the features as well as a pair of sticky, sweet pants. Frowning and wondering if this was satisfactory or not, he brought the spicy snack to his lips and began nibbling at it, slowly consuming one leg a millimeter at a time until he had reached the torso.

Startled that he'd consumed one of the cookie's legs without realizing it, he glanced at Wufei who was giving him the strangest look, a weird mixture of desire and confusion that confirmed for Trowa that this was an acceptable item to use after all. Letting his eyes slide partially closed as he did so and making sure that Wufei could see the pink tip of his tongue and the white flash of his teeth, Trowa began to nibble the other leg off very, very slowly.

Sally's ongoing one-sided conversation was utterly lost on Wufei.

The Chinese boy wondered what was wrong with him as he found himself mesmerized by his lover's oddly erotic cookie consumption. Then he spotted the pattern that was effecting him so much and he became extremely glad the black silk pants were loose to begin with.

Trowa's eating style for the gingerbread treat was unique to put it mildly. The tip of his tongue would slip forward for the briefest of moments as he licked the icing of what had been a pair of pants on the baked boy entirely off and then dazzlingly white teeth would come together to nibble off the exposed brown cookie. As his lips came together so he could chew up the morsel, his eyelids fluttered ever so slightly as if he was tasting something far meatier and more satisfying than a combination of mundane baking ingredients.

In response, Wufei understandably wished that *he* was in the cookie's place and he moaned softly with frustration.

"Are you all right, Wufei?" Sally's voice effectively derailed the teen's hentai train of thought and she placed a hand on his shoulder as she asked, "Is your leg bothering you? You really should be sitting down, you know."

"Ah, right," the youth quickly tried to think of something intelligent to say and decided to just parrot back her advice and then take it before anything else embarrassing happened. "Yes, Sally, you're quite right, I should sit. I was just waiting for Trowa to join me, that's all." He gestured with a nod of his head at the tall youth who was quickly finishing the gingerbread cookie as if nothing was going on.

The physician smiled at the European teen and he smiled back amicably before strolling towards them both and saying, "Hello again, Sally. I'm glad to get a chance to talk to you."

"Oh?" The honey-haired woman asked pleasantly, "Is there something I can do for you, Trowa?"

"Actually, I think there's something *I* can do for *you* for a change," the secretive smile on the green-eyed boy's face should have been a warning to any who saw it that he was scheming, but when it shifted to a warmer one, it was forgotten. Glancing almost reluctantly at Wufei's plate and seeing any number of dangerous food items that could be used in their playful combat, he added, "But why don't we find you a table first, dragon? I've kept you on your feet long enough."

"All right, angel," Wufei agreed readily. Though he was loathe to admit it, he was beginning to tire and having a seat would help prevent him being at less than peak performance levels for their intimate rendezvous later.

As an unspoken truce in the war of seductive eating went into effect, Sally assisted the young couple as they located one of the empty dining tables near the back of the music-filled hangar and they chatted about nothing for a few minutes.

*****

To be continued

Full Author's Notes to run at conclusion.