Title: Rainbow Sherbet (11/P+11)
Author: Bronze Tigress
Genre: yaoi lemon lemon with plot plot

For this Part:
Pairings: 5x2, 3+D permanent; 2x5
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi lemon, language
Spoilers: none

Special Thanks: to Orin, for a wonderful image that demanded a story.

For overall rating, full range of pairings, full warnings, full spoiler
notices, author notes, and disclaimer see Prologue.

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Part 11: Sunday morning

Dorothy wakes up early the next morning to find herself spooned up
around Trowa, who seems to be still sleeping. When she carefully sits up
to get out of bed, however, he stirs and catches her hand back around
his chest. "Going somewhere?" he asks, voice still sleepy but almost
playfully amused.

"Bathroom; I'll be right back," she replies, before slipping her
fingers free. True to her word, five minutes later Dorothy is shedding her
robe again and slipping back under the blankets. "I think they're still
sleeping," she murmurs, "and I think I could use some more sleep
myself." One strong arm wraps around her waist then, pulling her in close
against Trowa's broad chest and then lifting briefly to flip her hair out
of the way. He nuzzles her hair, then, sighing contentedly, before
placing a small kiss on her ear and falling asleep again.

The next time she wakes, it is to find Trowa leaning over her, brushing
her bangs out of her face with gentle, calloused fingertips. "Awake
yet, my lady? I think our hosts are finally up," he says, smiling
lightly. He tugs the covers down, then, and then slides one hand softly up
her arm and over her shoulder. It isn't until he slides the hand back
down to take hers that she realizes he was fixing the strap of her gown,
which had slipped off while she was sleeping. He turns, bends, and
turns back to hold her robe for her to slip into, then wraps his arms
around her, bringing the pale seafoam satin with him to snuggle gently
around her waist. She cinches the belt into place, turns to lean into his
embrace for a moment, nose tucked into the juncture of his neck and
shoulder as she breathes in the scent of him, and then tips her chin up to
kiss him. "I suppose we shouldn't keep them waiting then," she smiles.

Breakfast is a strangely comfortable affair, once the initial oddness
of it all wears off. Wufei is in the kitchen, still in pajamas and with
his loose hair tucked behind his ears, chopping something - peppers for
omelettes, as it turns out - when Dorothy and Trowa emerge, somewhat
shyly, from the room they had shared. "Good morning, gorgeous, beautiful
as always I see," Duo's voice sounds, startlingly loud, right behind
them. Duo slips up between the two, dropping a kiss on Trowa's cheek
before wrapping an arm around each of their waists in a tiny hug and then
turning to Dorothy with an approving, "You're looking very well, too,
this morning. Nice new style, by the way." He gives the lightest tug
on the end of her braid before he slips right between them and over to
the counter where he attempts to make off with some of the peppers,
getting a playful swat from the cook for his trouble.

"I do believe you have it backwards, Duo," Wufei comments, scooping the
peppers into the pan and putting the knife down. "However," he turns,
and pins Duo up against the counter in one swift, smooth movement, "I
could be persuaded to overlook that." His voice lilts lightly with
amusement as he presses just a little closer, then nuzzles into the back of
Duo's still-damp and very loosely braided hair.

Duo eeps, and then wriggles, and then squirms around to face Wufei.
"Ah! Of course," he says. "But I have to get you a cup first, if you
want me to fix your coffee for you."

"Coffee sounds good to me," Trowa puts in, then, "and I think Doro
would like some as well." He pulls a chair out from the table for her,
then casts about for another chair.

"Nah, Tro, just take one of the ones there; I'll bring in the desk
chair once I'm done pouring," Duo says, and turns towards the cupboard to
pull out cups. Wufei is already back to stirring the pan, but stops
long enough to open the fridge to pull out a carton of eggs, which he sets
near the stove top, and one of milk, which he hands to Duo. "What do
you take, Dorothy?"

"Ah, both please, Duo, thank you," she replies, settling into the chair
and adjusting the folds of her robe carefully over her knees, a little
self-conscious.

Trowa leans in to whisper in Dorothy's ear, "Wufei's right; you are the
beautiful one this morning," before placing a small kiss on her cheek
and straightening to pull one of the other two chairs around to put next
to hers. He still manages to catch a glimpse of the light blush that
colours her fair skin, but Duo gets a much better look, as he is setting
a cup down before each of them.

"One with both, one with neither," he announces, setting the cups on
the table, then winks at Trowa and turns back to slide a cup onto the
counter next to the stove top, "and one sweet for my sweetheart, and...
one for me. Who wants toast?" And so the conversation drops into an
easy mundanity, as if it were not at all unusual for the four to be
gathered around a breakfast table and indeed, have been doing just that
every morning for years on end.

By the time all four are awake, fed, dressed, and ready to face the
outside world, a new sense of harmony has descended on them. Strangely,
again, it really wasn't as uncomfortable to be there as Dorothy had
feared it might be. The atmosphere of family is nearly tangible, and
Dorothy, who really hasn't had much of that growing up, finds it soothing,
and oddly peaceful. She isn't quite sure why or how, but somehow it
doesn't matter anyway. All that matters is that this place has become a
haven, and she is happy to know that there is such a thing for her now.

Dorothy and Trowa take their leave halfway through the morning,
Dorothy's bag slung casually over one of Trowa's shoulders and his other arm
around hers, and Dorothy winding an arm around Trowa's waist. They are
both smiling contentedly as they look back from the bend of the hallway
to wave to their hosts, who - both - smile, and Duo waves after them,
then grins when they move out of sight. He turns to Wufei and asks,
"Wonder if she's going to leave it that way?"

Wufei merely shakes his head, and wraps his arm a little tighter around
Duo's waist, turning him back into the apartment. "I do not know,
sweetling, and at the moment, I am uninterested. I do believe I am
feeling... unwell? Perhaps a bit hot, even. I think I need to be put to
bed..."

The words themselves, for once, do not register as being as important
as the tone, which practically oozes heated, breathless desire and sheer
molten need. Nevertheless, Duo is surprised. It's not that Wufei is
requesting his presence in the bedroom - *that* certainly happens often
enough - but that he is using circuitous - and flirtatious - words to
do it. That, and the oddly... *passive* note of his suggestions. Duo
pulls Wufei the rest of the way into the apartment, shutting and locking
the door behind himself. Then he looks Wufei up and down, and then
past him to sweep over the apartment. "Wufei," he asks, "where'd you put
the pod, hon?"

Wufei laughs, and kisses him. "Fine, then, Brightness," he says, voice
regaining its normal serious tone. "You have seen, now, what you
wished to see?" Duo nods. Wufei smiles. "Good. So there is no reason you
cannot take me back there," he says, tipping his head towards their
bedroom, "and take me?"

Duo blinks. "Baby? Are you sure?" Wufei nods. "Because you never
said anything about it before. I mean, I *guessed*, but..."

Wufei shrugs. "I am now."

"So you are. Shall we, then?" Duo holds his hand out, and takes
Wufei's, and leads him back to their bedroom. Once there, Duo turns to very
softly kiss Wufei. He raises gentle hands to slowly peel Wufei's shirt
off, then to undo the soft pants and slide them down, kneeling to help
Wufei step out of them. His own clothing he removes much more quickly,
efficiently pulling off the shirt and stripping off the jeans. Almost
as an afterthought, he tugs the elastic from his hair and drops it on
the dresser. With both of them naked, he leads Wufei to sit on the bed,
and helps him lie down. Then, he checks to be sure the lube is where
he remembers it being, easily in reach on the bedside table, and that
there are towels available. //I do *not* want to find out part way
through that I have to go looking for those...//

Satisfied that everything is where it should be, Duo crawls up onto the
bed, until his hands and knees straddle Wufei's prone form. He lifts
his hands to unravel the few twists of the braid that he had put in that
morning, and shakes his head to settle his hair. Then he bends down to
whisper in one golden ear, "Would you like to know how it feels when
you love me, Chang Wufei? Will you let me show you?" He pauses to nip
at Wufei's earlobe, before he breathes, "Let me love you, Dragon
mine..."

Wufei gathers his breath and answers, "I know you do, Duo, and I put
myself in your hands." There are twin notes of pleading and command in
Wufei's voice as he says, "Show me, Duo."

Duo nods, takes Wufei's hand in his, and moves to begin doing just
that. "Let go, then, Wufei, and just feel it." Light touches become
firmer caresses, soft breaths become feather-light kisses, which become
little licks and then harder suckling. Wufei's breaths gradually shorten
until he is gasping and panting. Duo works his way up one arm, and then
the other, and then down Wufei's body, taking care to touch every
available bit of skin, but stopping short, just below Wufei's navel - much
to Wufei's obvious dismay. Instead, he trails his fingers down one
smooth leg, so that he can press licks and nibbling kisses all the way back
up - almost. And then he pulls that knee up and spreads it wide, the
heel flat on the bed, and strokes the back of that thigh lightly,
teasingly. Done with that side for the moment, he moves back down the other
leg and back up it the same way, drawing the first voiced moan when he
flickers his tongue out to lick at the inside of Wufei's knee, and then
on up the inner plane of his thigh, before tugging that knee into a
matching position. Pleasing, Duo is, but he is teasing as well, slowly
but surely driving Wufei's arousal higher with each touch.

Duo takes the moan as an encouraging sign, and continues teasing his
way over every available inch of Wufei's body (except for a certain good
handful and some), until Wufei grinds out, "Duo! Are you *trying* to
drive me insane?"

Duo grins at that, and reaches for the lube. "Nope, just a little
crazy!" He uncaps the tube, squeezes some out, and then goes back to
kissing his way up the inside of a golden thigh. This time, however, he
doesn't stop a handsbreadth shy of the top, but keeps going, pressing
Wufei's knees further up so that he has to tilt his hips forward, and then
open. Duo's tongue flickers out, licking up, up, all the way up that
thigh and then over, across the back side of Wufei's balls and then
downwards. His hands stroke down the insides of both Wufei's thighs,
stopping at the bottom and pressing lightly apart, thumbs massaging at the
tendons, silently encouraging Wufei to relax, to open before his
ministrations.

Wufei moans louder, and can't resist squirming closer to that
tantalizing touch. And then, Duo flicks his tongue out again, running it down,
slowly, pressing firmly, until he reaches the small, puckered opening,
circling it wetly and then pushing against it without pressing in.
Wufei gasps, and moans again, and shifts, squirming closer to that
questing wetness, and Duo smiles and obliges his lover. Moving his head back,
he brings a lubed finger down to follow the same path his tongue had
taken, circling, pressing, and then, when Wufei once again whines and
shifts, slowly penetrating to a depth of perhaps the second knuckle, and
then stroking in, and out, in and out.

Wufei tosses his head against the sheets, fingers clutching at them.
"Nnng! Duo!"

"Yes, dear?" Duo slips a second finger in to join the first just then,
and Wufei tosses his head again.

"You are an evil man, Duo," he grits out, even as his hands tighten on
the sheets and he squirms again, trying to get more.

Duo chuckles just the tiniest bit. "Oh, 'Fei," he shakes his head.
"*Evil* would be if I stopped *now* and left you like this, but I won't.
All in good time, though. I need to be really, really sure you want
it, first. I want to *see* you writhe and moan and lose control. I
*want* you," he says in a voice gone husky with desire, "to feel what you
do to me," as he slips a third finger in, "to feel how you make me feel.
You drive me wild, mad with passion, over the edge. You make me feel
things I never could have imagined and certainly would never have
believed possible. But I believe it, now, because you loved me enough to
show me, and now..." he says, withdrawing his hand even as he shifts his
weight - and knees - out to one side, to begin kissing his way up
Wufei's abdomen, alternating words and kisses. "It's *my* turn," a kiss to
the navel, "to show you," a kiss to the solar plexus, "just," the notch
of Wufei's ribs, "what heaven," his sternum, "can be," the yoke of his
collarbones, "because," the base of his throat, "I *love* you, Chang
Wufei." Duo pauses the barest instant before he brings his mouth down
again, this time kissing his love deeply, letting him feel the depth of
the emotion that words cannot tell alone.

Duo shifts his weight, then, slowly letting himself down to lie on his
side, pulling Wufei to roll with him. He breaks the kiss to roll
further, onto his back. One hand on Wufei's hip and another on his shoulder
lift and pull and guide Wufei to his knees, where he stops astride one
of Duo's outstretched legs. "Now, Dragon mine," Duo says, looking up
into Wufei's eyes. He leaves the hand on Wufei's hip where it is, but
slides the other down to take Wufei's hand, meshing their fingers
together as he asks, "What do you want?"

Wufei's eyes blaze, and he slips the knee outside Duo's hips forwards
to stop at waist level, and leans forwards, pressing their joined hands
to the bed above Duo's head. Duo tugs gently on the smooth golden hip
under his hand, helping Wufei balance there as he moves his other leg
forwards, to kneel straddling his lover's hips. "You, Duo," Wufei says,
voice a bit rough, "I want *you*, beloved." Wufei leans slowly
backwards, wriggling a little to align things, and then slides backwards some
more, slowly impaling himself. Duo's hand on his hip anchors him, as
his own on the bed keeps him steady. Black eyes lock with brilliant
blue as their bodies meet, merging, until, a bit less than half way down,
Wufei's eyes shut, his head drops back, and his jaw falls open, an
expression of utter, wanton abandonment on his perfect features. A small
cry of surprise and delight works its way from his throat.

Duo nearly loses his own fragile control then, at the sight of Wufei so
close to the edge of his, so before he can sink any further, Duo
catches him, the hand on his hip gently contracting, signalling him to stop,
and wait a moment. "Look at me, Wufei," Duo says, voice soft but
commanding. "Let me see you." Only when Wufei nods, and opens his eyes
again, and once more locks their gazes, does Duo let him continue. A
small nudge urges Wufei to raise up a bare centimetre before sliding
further down again, one step up for every two down, rocking slowly deeper
into their union until their hips meet and Wufei's movements even out into
a torturously slow wave, rising and falling like the swell of ripples
on deep water.

Duo slides his hand slowly up Wufei's back, to stop behind his neck,
drawing him down for another kiss. Wufei's mouth is pliant and yielding
against his, and despite himself, Duo smiles, recognizing the
blissfully heady condition in which action is reaction and thought blurs with
sensation. He moves, shifting and tilting, to flip them over, laying
Wufei down against the sheets and taking over once more, rocking his hips
faster than Wufei had been. Hands still joined, Wufei's legs gripping
Duo's sides, arms wrapping around each others' shoulders, they move,
waves rolling together towards the shore. Wufei writhes against the bed,
head tossing, small mewls coming with every thrust he meets, and Duo
responds, driving them harder, surf pounding now, clinging tightly to his
love. At last, neither can hold on any further, and with a sobbing
cry, Wufei breaks, seed spilling like foam over golden sands, and Duo
tumbles helplessly after him, calling Wufei's name to the sky even as he
himself falls, shuddering, back into the cradle of Wufei's embrace,
burying his head in one tan shoulder.

A long moment later, Duo lifts his head, and kisses Wufei as softly as
sunrise in the springtime, then raises up enough to look into his face
and quietly asks him, "Did you see it?" Slowly, Wufei opens his eyes,
and brings them to focus on Duo's face. Wonder dances hand in hand
with fulfilment and exhaustion in the onyx gaze, and a smile hides in the
peaceful features as he nods, and the arm around Duo's shoulders moves
languidly to pull them back together for another soft kiss.

This time, when Duo breaks the kiss, he is a little more composed than
before, and regretfully moves to unlock their hands and push himself
up, out of their close embrace. "Need to get you cleaned up, baby..."
Wufei blinks, flushes a little as he realizes why, then just nods and
smiles as it occurs to him that he really *doesn't* want to get up to do
that himself, right now, and Duo is probably quite right. Duo drops a
small kiss on Wufei's forehead, then gathers long limbs beneath himself
to crawl across the bed just far enough to reach out for one of the
towels set by on the nightstand, and moves back to clean them both up.
Wufei shudders a little under the delicate touch on sensitized skin,
prompting Duo to ask, with some concern, "Are you okay, hon?"

"I am well, love. Quite, quite well. But you could press a little
harder," Wufei replies, voice rasping lazily. He smiles again, and then
experimentally tries to stretch his legs out, wincing a little as taxed
muscles twinge lightly. "Just a little tight," he answers the concern
on Duo's face, even before the question is formed.

Duo nods, hiding a smile at Wufei's choice of wording, as he finishes
his cleaning, then tosses the towel neatly into the hamper. He turns
back to rub soothingly at Wufei's hip joints, fingers unerringly finding
the right spot, as Wufei's surprised gasp attests. "Remember, I know
what you were tensing there?" Wufei chuckles softly at that, and lies
back again, letting his eyes drop closed. In a moment, Duo can hear his
quiet, pleased hum.

It is a few more minutes before Duo stops and gently presses Wufei's
knee to let him know he is done. Then, he lays himself back down,
stretching out along the length of Wufei's body and turning into his embrace
just as Wufei rolls over as well, and gathers Duo into his arms. "Love
you."

Wufei presses a kiss into Duo's hair before replying, "And I you,
_qidi_. And I you."

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