|
"Five Boy Curry "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: NC 17 Warnings: language, yaoi, het Summary: sharing a blanket leads to storytime Pairings: 1x2, 11x2, others tba? Note: "Five Boy Curry" is an actual recipe I got from an in-law who grew up on a Philippine island. I was cooking some curry the other day and the name reminded me of the five gundam boys
" Five Boy Curry "
Five Boy Curry: Three tablespoons of pale golden olive oil. Three tablespoons of all purpose flour. Stir at room temperature til smooth, in a medium saucepan. Add a little milk, then stir over gentle heat. Add a cup of milk gradually stirred in to make a white sauce. Then add garlic powder, celery salt, ground black and cayenne pepper, and yellow curry powder to taste (minimum of 2 teaspoons curry, but I like more than that). Melt into the sauce one heaping tablespoon of peanut butter and a tablespoon of plain yogurt. Add a small can of pineapple, 1/2 cup of coconut, 1/2 cup of applesauce. And if you absolutely insist on wrecking your karma, a small can of salmon or tuna (optional, for you raging carnivores), stirred in at the last minute. Serve over mounds of rice. Fill five garnish dishes with: diced tomatoes, chopped nuts, coconut, dark and golden raisins, and chutney. To be sprinkled over the top of the curry by the diners. (Unless you have five beautiful houseboys to do this for you.) Part 11. "Perhaps you have had enough," Heero coaxed. Duo had taken more brandy than wine with his dessert. He sighed. "You are probably right. But altogether, it has been a strange day for me. To have been kissed by the Celestial Empress, and then indentured to the Palace Physician by the hand of the Grand Vizier. Not to mention having died." He rubbed his fingertips ruefully over his heart. "Don't joke about that," Heero growled. "I wasn't," Duo moaned. Trowa grinned. "Are you drinking because this is your wake, then?" "Call it what you like," Duo retorted, swallowing another jolt of brandy. "What I like is this," Trowa replied, dragging the boy onto his lap, and licking the drops of liquor from his mouth. "How is that?" "Distracting," Duo muttered into the other's lips. "That is the point. Soon you will forget all about your death." Heero grasped Duo and set him firmly aside. Then he grabbed Trowa and shook him. "I said not to joke about it." "I was quite serious," the performer informed him. Then he gracefully hooked a leg behind the blacksmith's knee, throwing the young man to the floor, and pouncing on top to pin him. He felt assured it would be the only fall he could score, wrestling against Heero's mighty force. With a cry of concern that either friend might become injured, Quatre sprang from the divan and knelt next to the two strugglers. Duo had lost his towel in the first tussle. Dubiously eying the contestants writhing upon the floor, he groped the couch for his misplaced wrap. Which he failed to retrieve, since Wufei was sitting upon it. Naturally enough, in attempting to grab the towel, the young gravedigger's calloused hand brushed roughly against a silk clad buttock. The swordsman felt he should always give as good as he got and then more. It was a practical philosophy for a warrior, if he wished to survive. So Wufei instantly replied by immobilizing the invader's wrist in his crushing grip. While rubbing his sword-hand vigorously over Duo's naked thigh. As retribution. In the meantime, Heero, having regained his composure, easily flipped Trowa. What the champion wrestler did not consider, however, was the person of one mathematician crouching in the vicinity of the combatants. Trowa's flying body knocked Quatre flat to the floor. The blacksmith, aiming to pin the lithe acrobat, instead righted himself triumphantly upon the supine form of the accountant. Quatre was small and beautiful, and therefore vulnerable in appearance. Being the only son of a wealthy family, however, he had been extensively trained in self-defense to the point of total mastery. So it was an instant reflex that allowed him to plant his foot in Heero's solar plexus. And loft the solid body several inches into the air before kicking it aside. Much to Heero's annoyance, he had succumbed twice to the element of surprise. And been bested by both Quatre and Trowa as a result. He sat upon his muscular haunches a moment and watched the two congratulate each other. Then, smirking evilly, he pounced upon them, plastering the two slender bodies firmly over the elegant floor tiles, and straddling them both beneath him. Quatre and Trowa squirmed under Heero's arms and legs. It did not seem possible that one lean figure of only moderate height could have such density to it. The mathematician mentally performed some rapid mass calculations that yielded impressive conclusions. "It would appear that the only way we are to be freed from this position is by strategic surrender and negotiation." "On the contrary. There are physical means that do not require brute force," Trowa asserted. He reached beneath Heero's leathern apron and began a stroking rhythm. Duo found himself rather more than tipsy. So that it took little effort for Wufei to press him back into the comfortable curve of the sofa. The gravedigger's fingers fluttered ineffectually across the swordsman's sculpted chest. Whereas Wufei's movements were much more to the point. "I shall pleasure you first, if you will next return the compliment," he offered, eying the boy's rich mouth with considerable favor. It seemed to form itself into some style of murmured assent. Upon which assessment, he proceeded. He offered an inflamed kiss as tribute to the luscious lips. But soon left them panting, and descended briskly. He licked each nipple and then teased both with his fingertips. When he perceived the pair of perse eyes fully open, he abruptly ceased that attention, and returned to his teasing licks. Declination was destined for a very specific target. But he meandered teasingly before arrival. Having suckled his way, wandering wildly, to the region between the boy's legs, Wufei paused until he had Duo's undivided attention. He raised his own elegant hand and studied it with approval. His sword hand. Keeper of his skills, livelihood, his identity. His tongue darted forth, and he caressed each digit to dewy dampness. He displayed his sword hand to his subject, its clever agile movements. Then he lowered his fingers luxuriously onto the solid cock, and grasped it triumphantly, as if it were a captured weapon, taken from a subjugated opponent. Quatre and Trowa had again succeeded in overcoming Heero. His apron discarded, he lay spread eagled between them. The two had divided him down the middle, showering him with kisses and caresses. But seemed willing to share wherever singular anatomy dictated. So the mathematician toyed with the testicles, while the player played upon the erection. Trowa leaned across the sprawled body. "I find your theory of communicative infinite infinities very compelling," he whispered into a perfect ear, cradled in golden floss. "I wonder. If I can induce multiple iterations of myself to fondle as many of yourselves as possible, simultaneously. And vice versa, you upon me, infinitely. Can we achieve logarithmically superlative orgasm thereby?" "I think we should experiment with that proposal," Quatre's eyes sparked a fierce flame. "A symmetric conformation would perhaps facilitate the flow between timelines." The two released their hold upon the blacksmith's body to grasp each other firmly. Albeit frequent strokes and damp applications to quivering flesh interrupted the strict arithmetic progression, they finally achieved the desired arrangement. Quatre muttered into Trowa's groin. "Neither six nor nine is a prime number." Trowa replied into Quatre's nether anatomy. "It is the symmetry of the appearance, and the near abutment of the numerals six and nine that achieves infinite flow, creating the portal. End to beginning, start to finish, repeated eternally." "Perhaps so," the mathematician assented. "We can but make the attempt in the name of science." So saying, he suddenly sucked down hard on Trowa's cock. The suction dragged a cry from the player. Hastily Trowa applied his mouth to Quatre's erection. Heero had writhed out from underneath the two technologists. He found their experiment interesting, and watched attentively. But when no universal portal immediately manifested, he found his view attracted aside to the other couple. Heero stalked toward the divan. By good chance, his foot contacted a bottle of lavender oil, neglected upon the floor by one of the Empress' ladies. His slight smile drew Wufei's glance. He displayed the captured emollient with a significant look. The warrior caught his meaning, and abruptly withdrew his fingers. Duo sat up, looking about him in puzzlement. He perceived Heero and Wufei, locked face to face in an ardent display of wet passion. With a disappointed shrug of his shoulders, he attempted a dizzy stand. "What do you imagine you are doing?" Heero snapped, locking his arm around Duo's waist and dragging him down onto the swordsman. "You have yet to return my favors," Wufei reminded the mortician of his contract. Placing his foot upon the divan, he raised his knee, so that Duo straddled his lower leg, which he lifted higher. With his teeth, Heero pulled the plunger from the scent bottle and spat the top out, to jingle, spinning merrily across the floor tiles. Once again he noted that lavender oil was not tasty. He flicked his tongue over the delectable flesh of Duo's elevated ass, to rid himself of the unwanted flavor. The boy squirmed, but Wufei held a firm grip upon his arms. "After you," he courteously yielded to the blacksmith's claim. Heero poured a modicum of fragrant oil between the soft curves of buttocks. Carefully setting aside the bottle against the event of future need, he stroked his slickened way deeply inside. Small noises, twitches, and quivers resulted from his attention. Wufei watched Duo's reaction with interest. By changing the angle of his leg, he gradually shifted the boy's face to the vicinity of the swordsman's erection. Duo licked his own lips before suckling at the corona pressed urgently toward him. With one hand supporting the gravedigger's sturdy shoulder, Wufei reached his eager swordhand to grasp a smooth round handful of ass. Working in opposition to the blacksmith's powerful grasp, between them, they spread the cheeks wide. Heero handled his own cock into position, then worked it gradually, thoroughly inside of Duo. With a gasp, the boy released Wufei's cock from his lips. Heero took the opportunity to pull Duo fully upright, then down onto his lap, maximizing his penetration to a thorough invasion. The warrior studied the boy's wide eyed expression. Then he leaned forward to seize the panting mouth in his own. When he drew back, he settled knee to knee with the blacksmith. He coaxed the gravedigger's hard-clenched fist open and urged it to close around his erection. The harsh calloused flesh of the much-worked hand felt wonderfully rough on Wufei's sensitive skin. He shut his eyes, concentrating on the exquisite sensation. Then he returned the favor. "This is my swordhand. Do you like how it feels?" he asked in a sultry low voice. The boy's eyes rolled back in his head, as he nodded vaguely. Driving Duo to distraction seemed answer enough for Wufei. "Move with me," he urged. "Your hand is very strong. There is pride in it. It feels good on me. Yes, more," he coaxed in a whisper. "Very good." The other couple, sprawled upon the floor tiles, started moaning. Cried aloud together, then suddenly collapsed into spent silence. But after mere moments, Trowa swallowed his remaining mouthful and spoke up. "I'd say that was a successful experiment." Wiping his mouth and licking his fingers, Quatre chuckled. "I would have to agree. How many lifelines do you suppose we contacted into simultaneous climax?" "Dozens. Hundreds. Perhaps more. The sympathetic vibrations alone were enormous. Distant planets trembled." "Not bad," the mathematician agreed. He rose from the floor and approached the crowded divan. Placing himself at Wufei's back, he stroked the smooth black satin mane aside and caressed the golden skin underneath. Trowa sat behind Heero, rested his head upon a shoulder, and intruded his tongue into the intricate helix of the blacksmith's ear, inducing a shiver. Heero shuddered, grasped Duo's hips, thrust hard, and with a shout, ejaculated massively. The sensory overload caused the boy's grip to tighten reflexively. Wufei fell back into Quatre's hug, and spurted violently, repeatedly over the gravedigger's clenched fist. The world spun drunkenly around Death's Son. The alcohol coursing through his circulation had prolonged his erection. He looked down at it with a certain distant bemusement. Heero was kneeling beside him now. Which meant that the arms clasping him, the fingers toying with his nipples must be Trowa's. Heero was kissing Duo, powerful hands clasping his face. Those brilliant blue eyes stared earnestly into his own. "No more talk of death. Do you hear me? No more," and he kissed him again, urgently. He saw Quatre, so calm and cerebral, cuddled between him and the sofa's curve. Quatre's hand stroked softly down Duo's inner thigh, drawing the nerves into tingling alignment. And there was Wufei, licking Duo's hand clean. With his cunning swordhand again upon the boy's cock, coaxing it to completion. Four beautiful faces. Four sleek bodies surrounding him. Four sets of stroking hands. A dream that was reality for the mere moment of its existence. Pleasure that tasted like extreme spice in his mouth. Pleasure inside and out of him. Comfort. Death held at arms length. No more talk of death. Duo's back arched and his climax rocketed into space. After a while, when he regained his senses somewhat, he noted humorous whispers around him. "Whatever became of the Empress? And the Grand Vizier?" "You see that curtain over there? It covers the entrance to a private room." Duo cracked one eye open. He noted the silhouettes. One tall, muscular male. One young, soldierly beautiful female. Backlighted images, cast upon the damask surface of the curtains shielding the privacy of the inner sanctum from prying eyes. The silhouettes of a man and a woman, ardently clasped in each others arms. Duo yawned. "Maybe we inspired them?" he suggested sleepily, before curling up against Heero's chest. ~ * ~
|
