Title: Rainbow Sherbet (2/P+11)
Author: Bronze Tigress
Genre: yaoi lemon lemon with plot plot

For this Part:
Pairings: 5x2, 3+D permanent
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi lemon, exhibition, voyeurism, masturbation, language
Spoilers: none

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

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Part 2: Tuesday evening
Shall We Play Show & Tell?

When Wufei returns to the kitchen, where Duo is putting the leftovers
carefully into smaller containers, he is surprised by the plaintive
quality in Duo's voice as he asks, "You think he'll be back, 'Fei?"

"Probably. He left his shoes here..." Wufei seems vaguely amused by
this fact.

"Ah. Um, 'Fei, you meant it, right, what you said just before he got
here?"

Wufei doesn't need to think long to come up with that. "That I love
you? Yes. As I did when I called you _qidi_ just now; for all that we
have had no-one to witness the ceremony for us, you are that to me."

"I... you know why I don't like to say it, right? But not saying I
love you won't make it less real - face it, 'Fei, you're doomed, y'know?
I just want you to know that. Tro's real special to me, but you're the
one I love. No matter what happens here, you're stuck with me, 'cause
I'm not going to stop loving you, and I'm not going to be going
anywhere."

Wufei pulls Duo towards him by the hips and shuts him up with a kiss.
"Thank you, love; that helps." He smiles softly, then continues, "I
gather I need not tell you how nervous I am about this, hmm? As you say,
then; I care greatly for Triton - for all of my brothers - but you, I
love. Now, since the spare bed is already made up, shall we set up a
spot in our room for him to sit? And candles, I think. Soft lighting
always helps."

Duo practically snorts in disbelief, turning away from his lover.
"God, I can't believe you're worrying about the lighting; what's next,
costumes and makeup?"

"Duo, I know you too well for that tone to work. What is it that's
bothering you?"

"Oh... well... I don't..." He takes a deep breath and organizes his
thoughts before starting over. "Sometimes the Walkers, when things got
bad for them, would get hired to do shows, y'know? I don't... even
for Tro..." He trails off again, not quite sure how to phrase his
disquiet.

"Ah." Understanding seeps in, and Wufei offers, "Duo, I suggested this
because it is the quickest way to show him how I feel for you. I have
had no time to really think over being with him, yet, you see - and it
seemed that having him here and yet not a part of us, would give me a
chance to, as you say, 'work up to it'?" Wufei closes the gap between
them, turning Duo towards himself by the shoulder and then laying both
hands on his shoulders. It has become an upward stretch, however, since
Duo unexpectedly grew again over the summer, making him the taller of
the pair by about 7cm(1), so Wufei lets his hands slide down to take
both of Duo's in his instead.

"If this really makes you so uncomfortable, you know we can find some
other way. As for the lighting, I merely thought it would be easier for
me to do this, if I am less aware of our audience to begin with. In
any case, it isn't truly a show for the sake of a show, is it?"

"Nuh, uh. Guess not," Duo agrees, although he is still hesitant. "It
sounded like he just wanted to *see* that it's possible to mix love
with sex first, without having to *do* anything; I guess we all need to
work up to the idea. We *can* show him that, right?"

"Of course..." Wufei's voice drops into a huskier tone then, full of
promised delights, as he continues, "And it occurs to me that I know
just how to take your mind off our audience, as well; I do hope you will
not object if I fuck you until you cannot remember your name?"

"Oooh... oh, no, not at all..." Duo practically shivers at the
honeyed tone that Wufei's voice has taken on, little thrills of desire
starting to race up his spine already.

"Oh, good." Wufei gathers his love into his arms, kissing him
thoroughly and altogether possessively, then moving to nip at his earlobe and
suckle lightly on the juncture of his neck, raising a needy moan and
another shiver. "Go, bring in the candles from the living room and set
them on the dresser and nightstand. I'll worry about the rest of the
setting up."

During the next half hour, a number of small changes are made. In the
master bedroom, candles are set up along the top of the dresser and on
the bedside table on the same side of the room, creating a line of
small lights. The bed itself is stripped down to the plain light blue
sheet and the pillows - the top sheets and blankets folded into a small
pile in the farthest corner of the room. In the corner opposite the
dresser, on the wall by the door, a chair has been placed. Beside it, a
light quilt and a cushion are piled on the floor, and a small white towel
is draped over the back of the chair.

Wufei has already changed and is lighting the candles on the side table
- large jasmine-scented pillars, in a pretty blue-violet shade - and
Duo is still taking his turn in the bathroom when Trowa knocks on the
front door for admittance once again. He is carrying a small duffel bag
this time, and looking oddly squirmy - a condition which is not much
alleviated by the fact that Wufei has answered the door looking quite
unlike his usual businesslike self. His hair is loose, which creates a
startling change all by itself. Add to this that he is currently wearing
only a loose pair of red sateen pajama pants, the colour of which draws
attention to the golden tones of his skin and, well... Trowa is to be
excused for double-checking the apartment number before returning his
host's greeting.

"Do come in, Triton," Wufei says, a warm and slightly amused smile
gracing his features.

"Uh... Oh! Oh, yeah, of course." Trowa recovers his wits enough to
actually enter the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind
himself without thinking.

Wufei quirks a lip in what would be a self-satisfied smirk were it not
so soft. "Not exactly what you were expecting, I take it?" he asks,
indicating his transformation and turning around for inspection.

Trowa shakes his head. "You look so... different, Wufei. It's a bit
of a surprise, really. Not that it's bad! Just - I don't think I've
ever seen you this... casual or relaxed before. It looks very good on
you..."

Wufei leads Trowa further into the apartment. "Now, this one is the
spare room, and you may as well leave your bag here; in fact, you might
want to change into whatever you were planning on sleeping in now. The
bathroom is next, although if you need it you will have to wait your
turn, and our room is the last door there. I am going to the kitchen to
put on a pot of coffee for after, and then heading back to our bedroom.
Just come in when you are ready; even if we were not both somewhat
nervous about this, we often like to start with a bit of a massage, and I
thought it might help Duo relax."

Trowa's small expression of surprise catches Wufei's attention, and he
explains, very seriously, "Yes, he is nervous about this, even if it
*was* his idea to begin with. Triton - this is *not* something either of
us *does*; it is strange for us as well. For all that he flirts and
talks so loudly about sex, Duo is perhaps even more private about
actually sharing this part of himself than I am, and he has his own reasons
for not wanting to be the main attraction in this sort of show. You
should know, perhaps, that it is only because it is *you* that we even
considered this, at all..." With that thought, he turns and walks towards
the kitchen, leaving a slightly stunned Trowa behind to stare after his
retreating back.

With a shake of his head, Trowa resolves to ask about that later.
There is, from the comment about coffee, going to *be* a later, and that,
he thinks, is probably going to be just as well. He hasn't even seen
anything yet and already he has questions! He turns the doorknob and
walks into the spare room to change into the loose grey sweatpants and
navy T-shirt he brought along to serve as sleepwear.

A little less than fifteen minutes later, Trowa takes a deep breath,
decides he's as ready as he's liable to get, and walks out of the
bathroom, down the short stretch of hall to what he now realizes is the master
bedroom. That door is already open, and a hint of jasmine permeates
the dimly-lit room. The light and the scent can both be attributed to
the candles on the near side of the bedroom. On the bed, Wufei is
kneeling at Duo's head, both hands tucked under his neck, facing towards the
door but paying attention only to the young man lying before him.

As Trowa nears the doorway, Wufei's words, that have been too soft to
hear before now, resolve into "...me, only on me, my _qidi_." There is
something very possessive in the tone of the last "my" that momentarily
makes Trowa sincerely wish... something. The moment passes as quickly
as it came, without him being able to identify the source of the
strange surge of longing.

Trowa pauses there in the doorway for a moment to take in the view.
Wufei answering the door had been stunning enough, but Duo - Duo, on his
back, knees drawn up and feet planted shoulder-width apart, his black
pants only calling attention to the fairness of the creamy skin on his
slender body; Duo, his arms sprawled wide, pert chin tipped up slightly,
and eyes closed in an expression of catlike contentment - Duo, like
that, is breathtaking.

He must have made some sound, because Wufei looks up then, smiles a
heart-stoppingly lovely smile, and indicates a corner of the room with a
tip of his head. Seeing a chair there, in the shadowed edge of the
room, Trowa nods gratefully, and moves to take a seat. Even as he silently
crosses the room to sit, Wufei is already turning his attention back to
his lover, shifting around to the side nearer the candles, telling Duo
quietly to roll over and move up. Duo stretches slightly, then moves
to obey.

Duo's hair is still neatly confined in its braid, and Trowa wonders
briefly at that, but decides that the question can wait - if it isn't
answered before the 'after' that has been mentioned. There will probably
be a great number of questions, in fact. The soft lighting, soft
voices, soft touches - already, he has never seen anything like this with the
word 'sex' attached to it, and that is without even touching on the
why's and wherefore's of his being invited for this in the first place.
He watches in rapt fascination as Duo and Wufei rearrange themselves on
the bed before his eyes.

The combination of the two seemingly opposite forms gives Trowa new
appreciation for the meaning of the word 'complimentary'. Gold skin plays
against cream, compact muscles work against long wiry limbs, black
pants and hair provide a perfect foil for the fiery colours of their
counterparts. The sight is both erotic and beautiful, in ways he had never
imagined he would be using to describe his team mates. And for all that
he doesn't, usually, look at men - or anyone - that way... Trowa is
certainly looking now. The very air in the room is made electric with
anticipation. It is as if some strange new magic is being created before
his eyes, a familiar and powerful spell being cast.

Now comfortably kneeling astride Duo's hips, Wufei pauses to gently
lift Duo's braid off his back and out of the way, leaning in to plant a
most delicate kiss at the nape of the now-exposed neck and thereby
evoking a contented sigh. Trowa's eyes widen slightly at the sound, and he
sits forward a little in the chair. More of the same pleased noises
follow as Wufei begins massaging his way down the muscles of Duo's back,
murmuring soft words that sound like a litany of praise.

When he reaches Duo's waist he stops, and raises himself from his
perch, patting Duo's hip as he does so. Duo obliges by raising up enough
that Wufei can slip the pants off him, taking full advantage of the
opportunity to run his palms down the pale hips and thighs that are
revealed, before Duo shifts to lie flat again, and the pants can be pulled off
completely and dropped to the floor. Wufei moves again, this time to
kneel between Duo's slightly-spread knees, still continuing the massage,
but now working across the hips and then moving to knead and stroke
various parts of the smoothly-rounded ass before him. Duo's soft sighs
have become small moans and words of appreciation by now - a sound which
is causing strange things (such as goose bumps and shivers) to happen
to Trowa's spine, and Wufei's soft voice has taken on a husky tone that
speaks eloquently of his growing need and desire.

When Wufei stops and shifts off the bed to stand up, Duo nearly whines
at the loss of contact until a gentle hand falls on his hip and a soft
kiss lands on his near shoulder. Wufei is evidently intent on fetching
something from the bedside table, but he stops long enough, once he is
upright, to skin his own pants down and step out of them. Whatever he
has retrieved is fairly small, and Trowa leans forwards more in an
effort to see. He is disappointed to find that he can't make much out
given the lighting and the fact that whatever it is is mostly hidden in
Wufei's hand. Wufei's other hand is taken up by a small towel, which he
drops onto the bed near Duo's hip before climbing back into his previous
position.

Kneeling in between Duo's spread knees again, Wufei begins by squeezing
a generous amount from the tube onto the fingers of one hand, then,
with the still-dry hand, gives Duo another pat on the hip. Evidently this
one means "kneel up", because Duo shifts immediately so that his hips
are raised as high as possible, leaving his chest and head resting on
the bed and his folded arms. Once again, the lighting isn't helping, but
the kisses and softly-spoken words of love and praise continue
unabated, and while the one hand remains on - or perhaps, from the angle at
which it is moving, *in* - Duo's ass, the other continues gently stroking
over the rest of his body, except when Wufei pauses briefly, twice, to
get more from the tube. Whatever he is doing, it seems to be having a
very pleasant effect on Duo, to judge from the very visible reactions
of his body.

Then, apparently satisfied by something, Wufei presses one hand against
Duo's hip, telling him wordlessly to turn over and lie on his back in
the position he was in when Trowa first entered. He gets one last
squeeze from the tube for himself, caps it, and tosses it to Trowa by way of
explanation. Spreading the - Trowa glances at the legend on the object
he caught - lubricating gel over his now-rampant erection with one
hand, Wufei uses the other to gently stroke Duo's chest, lightly tracing
his collarbones and feathering down his sternum, then down to trace along
the edges of his hipbone and down the top of that thigh, ignoring Duo's
own erection for the moment. Finally ready, he wipes his hands on the
towel, and drops it off the side of the bed. His eyes, however, never
leave Duo's eyes as he completes his preparations.

Wufei positions himself, then reaches forwards to stroke Duo's erection
lightly (getting a much louder moan this time) as he holds himself,
just teasing at penetration, for a long moment before Duo nearly begs him
for more. Then Wufei very slowly just eases forwards, getting a moan,
a broad exhalation, and then an almost worshipful "Oh, gods" as he
reaches full depth and pauses for a brief moment - whether to collect
himself or allow his lover to do so is unclear - and then begins rocking,
ever so softly, out and back in...

Gradually their rhythm builds in speed, strength, depth, and especially
intensity. And yet, Trowa is struck by the way in which each seems
focused not only on the pleasure they are taking from the act, but even
more on the pleasure they are able to give to each other. No matter how
hard or how fast Wufei pounds into his lover, it never seems to be
quite at the fairer man's limits, to judge by the way in which Duo
encourages him on. It appears that Wufei is actively trying to drive his lover
mad with need and passion before delivering his release, and Duo seems
just as determined to pull Wufei over the edge before he falls himself.

Finally, Duo's moans have become completely incoherent, and this is not
changed when Wufei leans forwards to kiss and lick a path along one
collarbone, then the other. He moves his visible arm to cup behind Duo's
shoulders, and leans on that elbow. Duo, in turn, reaches up to slide
his hands against Wufei's chest, one clutching spasmodically on his
shoulder, the other wrapping around his lover's back. Triton can't quite
make out what it is that Wufei whispers to him next, but Duo suddenly
stiffens and then spasms, head thrown back in a wordless scream, and
wraps his legs and feet around Wufei's hips. Wufei's own cry a few last
thrusts later is louder, but somehow more restrained, as he, too,
stiffens in his own orgasm.

The tableau holds for a handful of heartbeats, before Duo's legs slip
down bonelessly to the bed and Wufei rolls them over to rest on their
sides, turning them so that Duo's pale back and Wufei's darker-toned arm
and leg, now slung across Duo's hip, are all Trowa can see. The soft
murmuring resumes, but this time it is a conversation, Duo's deeper
voice answering Wufei's questioning phrases in shorter, but apparently
affirmative, phrases. Wufei's hand on Duo's back is in constant soothing
motion throughout, stroking him softly, running in small circles as he
gently brings his beloved back down to an earthly version of reality.

It is perhaps five minutes later that the hand on Duo's back moves to
his shoulder, and he is shifted to lie on his back again. Wufei rolls
gracefully off the bed and retrieves yet another small white towel,
swiping it quickly down his own front before kneeling onto the bed and
gently wiping Duo clean. He still manages to draw a few twitches from his
lover with the gentle motions, before he decides he is finished and
tosses the towel towards the hamper, not minding that it lands on the foot
of the bed instead.

Then Wufei draws his lover up to sit, supporting him gently for a
moment, and for the first time since Trowa entered the room, his voice is
loud and distinct enough to be heard. "Come on, up we get."

Duo returns the embrace, although he seems to be trying to pull Wufei
back down towards the bed as he mumbles "Don' wanna..."

"Ah, no, none of that now. Come on, we promised Triton coffee and some
explanations afterwards."

"Wha.." Duo squeaks suddenly and buries his head in Wufei's shoulder
in apparent - bashfulness?

Trowa is startled to realize that his assessment was correct as Wufei
chuckles, "Forgot all about him, did you? And here it was your idea to
begin with! I should be feeling complimented now, no? Come on, up,
pants. How are your legs?"

"Ah... still pretty shaky, probably. Gonna spot me to the kitchen?"

"I can do that," Wufei smiles back, before slipping off the bed and
retrieving the two pairs of pants, handing Duo his and stepping into his
own.

When the two are dressed - or as dressed as they seem to be planning on
getting - Wufei slides one arm around Duo's waist and steadies him as
he stands on astonishingly wobbly legs. He looks as weak as a kitten
and one leg shivers alarmingly as he tries to put weight on it, earning
an annoyed-sounding "Stop that!" from Duo, but Trowa would swear up and
down later that 'afterglow' was not merely a metaphorical term where
Duo was concerned.

"Ah, Wufei? Is he okay?"

"Oi, man, I'm *so* beyond fine right now... just *whoo* a little shaky
is all..." There isn't even the slightest hint of a pained undertone
in the words, which is perhaps the thing that Trowa finds the least
comprehensible. He has seen Duo this shaky before - a few holding cells
come to mind - but never so enthusiastically happy about the fact.

Once Duo is upright, Wufei turns his head to look at Trowa, who seems
somewhat bewildered and even more squirmy than he was when he came in.
His eyes rake down the seated form to take in every detail, and he
says, "We are just going to get settled in the kitchen. There is a towel
on the back of that chair if you need to take a few minutes to, ah, get
yourself collected, and please, blow out the candles on your way out?
Thank you..." Then Wufei begins walking his lover down the short hall
to the kitchen.

Trowa, left alone with the flickering scents of jasmine and sex,
realizes that he is almost painfully aroused - something he had not actively
registered while concentrating on absorbing the details of the show in
front of him. With an irritated growl, realizing that *this* erection
isn't liable to fade without some assistance, he abruptly pulls off his
shirt and lowers his pants off his hips, baring himself just enough to
wrap one hand around his nearly throbbing erection and stroke it.

Leaning back in the chair, inhaling deeply, he lets his eyes slip
closed as he begins running through his mental catalogue of images from the
scene just concluded. His strokes, and his breathing, quicken as he
lingers on the gentleness of Wufei's hands, the wonder in Duo's voice as
he is entered, the way in which each sought to drive the other into
ecstasy. It is the thought of putting Duo's ultimate expression on
Dorothy's face beneath him that finally takes him crashing silently over the
edge.

Eyes still closed, and still breathing hard, he gropes for the towel
behind his head and dries himself off, then stands and carefully
redresses himself, thankful for his choice of comfortable and rather loose
pants.

On his way around the bed to blow out the candles as requested, Trowa
picks up the towel Wufei left where it landed - still white, he notes
curiously, if rather soggy - and tosses it, along with his own, into the
hamper.

As he is blowing out the candles, he comes to a few inescapable
conclusions. First, what he just had the very great privilege to witness
bears only the vaguest, most passing resemblance to anything he has ever
seen or heard or experienced with regards to sex before. Second, he
would, very much, like to be able to share that sort of passion and ecstasy
with his own beloved; and third, it is very, very obvious that his
current knowledge is entirely inadequate - and probably thoroughly
incorrect - as far as making that happen is concerned.

~*~*~*~*~

(1) 7cm is between 2.5 and 3 inches; at this point in time I put Wufei
at about 164 (about 5'4.5") and Duo at around 171 (5'7" and change)

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