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"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 "
Part 2. "To Her Most Supremely Imperial Majesty, her humblest subject, The Sometimes-Designated-Grand Yet Unworthy Vizier presents: Quatre. Apprentice to the Treasurer of the Empire." Une uttered an amazed exclamation. "Can it be? This lovely face and form belong to an accountant?" She eyed the young man kneeling before her. "Rise, Quatre. I see my ladies have allowed their imaginations to dwell upon your attributes." The young man had golden hair and aquamarine eyes. His slender but masculine figure was clad in only two garments. On his upper torso, he wore an open red waistcoat, elaborately embroidered in gold thread. His lower half was covered in form fitting leggings. Milky white translucent fabric, caressing the muscles of his thighs and calves. On his neck, wrists, and ankles were clasped many golden chains with garnets, glistening like drops of heart blood on the metal surface of fallen warriors' daggers. A single strand of the gems had been looped loosely about his waist, the end trailing downward to linger longingly between his legs. "You may stand and speak without formality, Quatre," the Empress granted. "Her Least Servant thanks Her Most Generous Imperialness," the young man replied, rising and bowing. Bearing such a fair complexion, he could not help showing the flush he felt burning over his face, neck and chest. Since he found himself so scantly clad and thoroughly scrutinized. The Empress descended from her throne to settle upon a brocaded ottoman nearby. "Come sit beside me, Quatre. Tell me about yourself. Do you like being a coin counter?" The young man sat rather gingerly next to the supreme ruler of all the land. He felt her hand sink into the upholstery immediately behind his buttocks. Watched as her other hand played with the jeweled scepter that hung from her belt chain. "I enjoy working with numbers. Accounting is a practical thing. I am good enough at the budgets to please my master. And after my tasks are well done, he leaves me alone to let my mind wander over the numbers in more creative ways." "Oh, you are a mathematician," Une declared. "I admire that capacity in others. Perhaps all the more so, because I find so little talent for the subject in myself. So tell me. Describe to me, what pleasure you find amongst your numbers." Quatre's visage lit. "I have been toying with an hypothesis, M'Lady. That the prime numbers located in the repeating decimal of Pi are not truly random. If they are tugged out of their usual linear array, and arranged in a suitable geometric configuration. That they will represent portals." "Portals?" Une smiled in tolerant amusement. His passion for the topic overwhelmed the young man's reservations. "Yes, indeed. Portals. It is known, almost to a certainty, that the universe consists of at least eleven dimensions." "Eleven? Dear me. And here I have been struggling to grapple my hold upon four. But now you tell me there are eleven. However shall I cope?" the grand lady laughed musically. "It becomes much easier, once one comprehends the nature of each dimension and its possible interaction with others. Shall I explicate?" Quatre offered, eager sincerity gleaming from his blue beryl eyes. "Oh, by all means," the Empress agreed, taking one of the young man's hands between hers. "Expostulate as you will."
"How so?" Une murmured into the smooth flesh of his taut abdomen. Duo squirmed under the vibrations. "I set the photocell shifting on a mobile pedestal from one of the stabilizers. It should seek the light of the recent flare. And receive some extra juice, giving us a bit more oxygen conversion from the atmospheric converter that's hooked up to it. Doesn't help the temperature any, though," he sighed, a vaporously icy exhalation condensing to crystals on the fire blanket. "Alas for us," Une commented wryly, as she moved her lips over his skin. "Tell me about Yuy. How long have you two been together?" Between the sensation of her mouth on him, and her abrupt question, Maxwell felt his eyes wrench open wide. His look was lost upon her, however, as her gaze was elsewhere firmly fixed.
He directed his mind back to his duty. Whom should he select for the second beautiful boy? ~ * ~
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