Title: Rainbow Sherbet (8/P+11)
Author: Bronze Tigress
Genre: yaoi lemon lemon with plot plot

For this Part:
Pairings: 5x2, 3+D permanent; 2x3, 5x3
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi lemon, threesome
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 8: Saturday morning, again
A Demonstration or Two

A little shiver runs through Trowa at Wufei's softly-spoken words, and
he pulls away from Duo's mouth just long enough to say, "Yes," before
returning to his self-appointed task of drawing interesting noises from
the braided man. He shifts his own hands down to tug experimentally at
the bottom of Duo's shirt; at the same time, Wufei finishes pulling
Trowa's free of his jeans. Duo gasps into their kiss as Trowa's hands
make contact with his skin, carefully lifting his shirt off. Wufei
pauses, thumbs running small caresses along Trowa's ribs as he waits for
Duo's shirt to be removed, then finishes the process of rendering them all
shirtless. With Trowa's shirt off, Wufei runs his fingers gently
around Trowa's waist - first over top of the waistband, then back along the
top edge, and finally dipping his fingers just under the edge of the
fabric, slipping one hand out to fiddle with the button.

The sound of Trowa's zipper registers on Duo's ears, because he pulls
back from their kiss then and begins to kiss his way down Trowa's
throat, and down to lick lightly at the small hollow between Trowa's
collarbones. He backs off enough to blow gently on the damp spot, causing a
shiver and a small gasping moan. Wufei's voice is in Trowa's ear again,
that husky tone still present as he informs him that, "Duo told me,
earlier, that he wants to taste you. Would that be alright with you?"
The request is almost a purr, and Wufei's hand, stroking lightly at the
gap left by the opened zipper leaves little doubt as to just what Duo
has in mind.

Trowa's nod is a short jerk, punctuated by another little shiver, and
it is followed almost immediately by a soft moan as Wufei slips both
hands into the jeans and begins to peel them off. When the jeans rest at
Trowa's knees, Wufei's hands trail back up his thighs to slip under the
waistband of his briefs, pushing them down to join the jeans.
Meantime, Duo has continued his downward motion, kissing, licking, and sucking
a line down Trowa's sternum only to stop at the bottom, and lick in a
single swooping line to the slight hollow under his left collarbone and
work straight down from there.

The first kiss that brushes against the nipple gains Duo a gasp and a
shiver, and he pauses then, moving strong hands up Trowa's arms and
around behind his shoulders to tilt him to the side. Wufei's hands on his
hips also lift and turn, gently easing him down to sit on the floor
before returning to the task of removing his remaining clothing. Trowa,
on his way down, grabs Duo's head with one hand, pulling the braided
man's face in close enough to kiss. When he pulls back, he looks up into
the kneeling man's eyes and tells him, "Feels so good, Duo; don't stop,
just do... whatever you think..." Trowa's voice is breathy with desire
and soft, but very clear as he meets Duo's searching gaze for a moment
before loosening his grip and letting Duo return to his previous task.

And he does, kissing more quickly down Trowa's chest to stop at his
nipple, pausing to lick, then blow lightly on it, before taking it between
his lips and sucking gently on the now very hard little nub. He flicks
his tongue across it lightly before backing off to blow lightly, the
wash of cooler air bringing a muffled groan from Trowa's lips. Duo isn't
so subtle about his treatment of the other nipple, sucking it
immediately into his mouth, and then biting down gently on it. Trowa arches
into the touch, muscles tightening as he does so, and his groan is louder
this time. His hands come up, as if to hold Duo's head in place, but
then he seems to think better of it, letting them fall to Duo's
shoulders instead.

Wufei notes the abortive movement as he returns from dropping clothes
on the couch, and guessing at its meaning, takes one of Trowa's hands in
his own and places it so that it gently cups Duo's head, saying, "It is
not a bad thing to let him know you want more of something, verbally or
otherwise," before skimming his own hands down Duo's back, rubbing
lightly, until he reaches his pants. He runs his fingers around at the
waist, popping the button and tugging the zipper down, encountering some
resistance because of Duo's bent-over position. "If I could borrow Duo
for a moment, Triton?" Wufei asks, passing one palm under Duo's chest
and gently pulling at him to cause him to straighten up enough to get
the stubborn zipper undone. Duo reluctantly releases the nipple he's
been working with teeth and tongue, blowing on it as he straightens up.

Wufei is quick to get Duo's pants down off his hips. As soon as the
clothing is clear, Duo bends back towards Trowa's chest with a wicked
smile on his lips, and purrs, "Why don't you lean back a little for me,
Tro? Give me a little more room to work? Oh!" Looking down, Trowa
glimpses Wufei's hands stroking down Duo's thighs, framing his swelling
arousal. Trowa leans back on his elbows, and Duo, following him down,
plants his hands firmly on the ground beside Trowa's hips, as he bends his
head and trails licks and kisses down Trowa's ribs, down well-defined
abs, down, down...

Trowa watches, fascinated, as Duo progresses down his body, breathing
made somewhat erratic by the occasional gasps and moans, as he
practically hums his appreciation of the sensation - so soft, so gentle. Duo
stops to pay homage to a faded scar just across Trowa's hipbone before
moving down further, nipping gently, down to the crease where thigh meets
hip, licking just a little harder to avoid tickling the sensitive area.
He stops, then, to look up into Trowa's face, and locks eyes with him
as he oh, so slowly leans his cheek over to brush gently against Trowa's
erection, which jumps and twitches at the contact, and nuzzles against
it briefly. Then Duo turns his face to bury his nose in the other
man's dark curls and inhales deeply, sighing happily.

"It sounds as if he is enjoying himself there, no?" is Wufei's soft
question from behind Trowa's ear. Trowa starts a little; he'd been so
busy watching Duo that he hadn't noticed Wufei moving around behind him.
He turns to look at his questioner, who is kneeling right by his head
and now quite naked as well. Trowa rakes his eyes appreciatively over
the expanse of golden skin and tight muscles so conveniently displayed,
nearly missing Wufei's question, "...to let him continue?"

"Wha?... Oh, yes... feels so good..." Trowa's voice has taken on a
husky tone of its own, that sends a little shiver through both other
men. It was lovely before, but now it has taken on an erotic quality that
is very far from unpleasant. Wufei leans forwards, then, to put
something unseen in Duo's outstretched hand before he puts his own hands on
Trowa's shoulders, shifting so that he is directly behind him, the
auburn head resting against his chest, and Trowa's long body resting against
his front and thighs. "Lean back on me, then, my brother; I am here
with you," he murmurs then, voice soft and reassuring, as his hands come
up to stroke gently up Trowa's sides and across his chest. The soft
touch leaves trails of fire across Trowa's skin even as Duo turns his
head once more and flicks his tongue out experimentally to taste the
throbbing hardness before him.

Trowa moans, then, and drops his head back against Wufei's shoulder.
Held safely in the warm embrace, he is free to drop his guard, close his
eyes and surrender to the sensations being given him by his two
friends, now lovers? He isn't sure the term really applies, but... thinking
becomes difficult as Duo's tongue begins working it's way up his
erection, then around, and down, leaving a fine layer of gradually cooling
wetness over the whole surface before he pulls back to blow gently.

Finally, Duo relents. There is a brief pause, half a suckle at the
very tip, and then with one last circling of his tongue around the head,
he begins to take Trowa's erection into his mouth. He moves slowly,
keeping the contact close and warm and slow, as if to approximate another
sort of entry entirely, and steadily takes in Trowa's entire length in
that one first agonizingly slow movement. Only then does he stop, and
that only for a moment, before beginning to move his head in a steady,
slow, perfect rhythm over nearly the entire length, using his arms to
help with the movement. Trowa's head lolls back on Wufei's shoulder,
and his knees lift without conscious thought to tilt his hips further
into the impossible pleasure that is being given to him, like some most
precious jewel on a gold-chased platter. He had never imagined it could
be like *this*...

Then something changes - Duo's mouth is a little faster, or perhaps a
little looser, or perhaps it's just that the angle is different; Trowa
can't tell, only that it is impossibly even better. His fingers twist
in Duo's hair, clutch at his shoulder, seeking... something. Then the
storm that has been building coalesces into a single point somewhere
deep inside and then... and then... stars explode behind his eyelids
and in that deepest part of his belly, and something that has been
wrapped around his heart cracks, unnoticed in the whiteness of his orgasm,
and he screams wordless joy as his body convulses with it.

When Trowa comes back from the timeless place where the stars dance, he
is lying down on one side, held close and safe between two warm bodies,
legs thoroughly entwined in theirs. He blinks his eyes slowly open,
trying to separate the face before his eyes from the honey-soft voice
murmuring sweet nonsense in his ear. The voice belongs to Wufei, he
realizes, as the face belongs to Duo. "Hey there, stranger. Are you back
with us yet?" Duo's voice is warm and slightly concerned, but there is
the faintest hint of smug self-satisfaction behind that, as if he were
immensely pleased with himself. "How do you feel?"

"Hmmm..." Trowa smiles and stretches languorously, wriggling
contentedly in the firm warmth of Wufei's embrace and drawing Duo in close
against his chest to kiss him thoroughly. It takes him a moment to process
through the reason why Duo tastes different now. //Something plastic?
No, wait... latex. But... when did he...? Never mind, doesn't matter
when, just that he did as they said they would...// He releases Duo's
lips with a small happy sigh, and then hugs him tight for just a second
before letting go to say, "Mmm; good, like... like a cat in a sunbeam,
all warm and boneless."

"Good," is Wufei's opinion from behind him. "Are you ready for more
now, or would you like to wait a bit longer?"

"Don't want to move just yet. This is comfy here and... oh! Duo, I'm
sorry..."

"No, don't be, Tro," Duo cuts him off. "For starters, we're nowhere
near done yet, and for another thing, we said, right? Besides, I don't
think there's much point in having you learn *that* trick, hmm?"

Wufei props himself up on an elbow and slides the other hand down
between their bodies until he encounters the topic of the conversation,
wrapping his hand around Duo's smooth, hard flesh and stroking lightly.
"Perhaps not, but I'm sure he is already familiar with this one..." Duo
whimpers softly at the contact, then drops onto his back and plants his
outside foot squarely on the floor, arching into Wufei's strong,
knowing touch. When Trowa's hand joins Wufei's a few strokes later, a
pleased moan escapes his lips, and he lets his eyes flutter closed, content
to simply enjoy the ride to his release at their hands.

A short while later, Duo remarks, in a conversational tone, "Eeeuch...
messy."

"Well, quit squirming, then... excuse me, Triton..." Wufei levers
himself up to grab the towel and the lube from the side table. He tosses
the former at Duo's head, although it is caught before it lands and
applied to his chest and belly instead. Wufei seats himself by Trowa,
holding the lubricant in one hand, and asks him, "So... now?"

"Wha?" is the startled response. Then, as the question parses, his
confused expression brightens, and he asks, "What do I need to do?"

"Hmph," is the amused reply. "Lie back, relax, enjoy the ride?" Wufei
notes the flicker of apprehension that disappears almost immediately as
Trowa rolls obediently onto his back, knees slightly spread. He
doesn't say anything directly about it; instead, he merely begins explaining
that, "The sphincter is easily capable of accommodating the required
diameter - and in fact generally does so on a regular basis - but it must
be suitably relaxed to do so, and few people are capable of consciously
doing that. Hence," he pauses to squeeze some of the lube out and rubs
it lightly between his fingers to warm it some more, "a bit of
preparation is generally in order. That is why, contrary to what was said
earlier, you are currently flat on your back." Wufei flashes a bright
smile at Trowa as he continues, "It is usually easier to relax when you are
not worrying about keeping your balance, after all. We will be
changing positions soon enough."

Trowa blinks at the sparkle of humour in Wufei's voice, then nods and
relaxes fractionally; he relaxes still more when Duo appears again with
a cushion for his head and drops himself, cross-legged, right beside
his shoulder, taking one hand in his, and feathering his other hand
through Trowa's hair. "I'm right here with you, Tro, right beside you; not
gonna let you fall. Just think of me as your frilly parasol, 'kay?"
Trowa blinks hugely, then laughs softly at the bizarre image that phrase
conjures in his mind. He squeezes Duo's hand back, then, and nods to
Wufei to proceed.

"One other thing to note," Wufei continues his lecture then, "is that
there are a large number of nerve endings in this area. Knees up,
please?" He pauses while Trowa makes the requested change in position, then
shifts himself between them, laying a hand on one of Trowa's knees and
very gently stroking down his thigh towards his hip, then back up,
down, up, down, up. The motion is vaguely hypnotic, partially soothing and
oddly enough, partially arousing as well, as the pressure being applied
is slowly lessened until the touch barely avoids being ticklish. "If
it hurts, it really hurts, but when it feels *good*," Wufei says, as he
trails the back of his other hand down the other thigh, then down onto
that part of Trowa's ass that is revealed by the position he is in, "it
*really* feels good..." One finger runs down the last bit of Trowa's
inner thigh, down around past the base of his sac, and down some more,
brushing lightly down to the pucker of his anus and pausing there to
circle slowly, then across and back up again.

Trowa nearly jumps at the light touch, then gasps as the sensation
registers. Wufei, his eyes locked onto Trowa's face, repeats the slow
circling movement, using the slightest bit more pressure this time. "Nice,
huh?" Duo asks, smiling down into the surprise in Trowa's wide eyes.
Trowa swallows, then nods. "See? 'Fei knows what he's doing..."

"Yes, and 'Fei wants you to keep at least *one* eye on what I am doing
here, too, Duo," Wufei adds, "since you did say you wanted to see what
it is." Duo nods, and shifts slightly so that he can see, yet staying
well in focal range for Trowa.

Wufei's single finger, now well-coated in the lubricant, moves back,
circling slickly and pressing lightly, then begins to move in a gentle
rocking motion, pressing and then retreating upwards towards the
underside of Trowa's balls. Only when Trowa shifts his hips towards the motion
does Wufei give him more, letting just the tip of that finger slip
inside at the bottom of its arc before retreating again.

Now, Wufei begins leading again, pressing a little deeper each time
until he is sinking the second knuckle with every stroke. "So far so
good?" Trowa nods. "Ready for a little more now?" Trowa manages to look
eager, concerned, and confused at the same time, so Wufei explains,
"Not *that* much more - another finger first, and maybe one or two more -
I'm in no hurry." Trowa nods, then, letting his head tip back again,
and Wufei carefully squeezes on more lube before a second finger joins
the first in its stroking. Trowa gasps a little at the increase, but it
sounds much more like pleasure than anything. When Duo squeezes his
hand, Trowa smiles back, and reaches up to grab for his head, pulling him
down to kiss somewhat breathlessly.

Now, Wufei is making each stroke deeper again, and as he does, he is
speaking again. "Of course, there *are* a few benefits to being male for
this particular activity, like..." he trails off, then suddenly Trowa's
eyes pop open in surprise. "Like that," Wufei finishes, smirking.

"Oooh... more?" Trowa pleads, writhing a little under the continued
assault of talented fingers. "Gods, what is that?"

"Prostate gland," Wufei supplies, stroking over it again as if to make
a point. He looks over at Duo before continuing, "Small bump on the
belly-ward side, fairly obvious if you are looking for it. This is about
the point where you lose it, right?" Duo nods. "Ahaa, that would be
why, then..." Wufei backs his fingers off from that spot then, and
waits until Trowa's eyes regain focus before speaking to him. "Note that
unless there is something she has not been telling us, Dorothy does
*not* possess one of those - in case you were of a mind to try this with
her at some point. You cannot cheat on the relaxation process there..."
He waits for Trowa to process this and then nod before he continues,
"And I do not intend to cheat here either. Ready for three?"

When Trowa nods again, Wufei adds a third finger, using both hands
briefly so as to start this new step up with an even diameter; after a few
careful strokes, however, all seems to be going well, and he switches
to back to a one-handed approach. The resulting slight wedge causes no
apparent discomfort, and Wufei begins to exploit the effect, holding
his fingers further apart as he continues, increasing the diameter.
Finally, when he can easily sink all three spread fingers to the hilt with
only a pleased moan for commentary, he judges his preparations
complete, and withdraws his hand, wiping it before handing the tube of gel to
Trowa and shifting to lie down beside him, propped on an elbow to look
into his face.

"And this is where you take over," Wufei smiles, running one hand down
Trowa's side to rest on his hip. "Believe it or not, that last bit was
nearly as big as me, measuring around. Now - you need to put some of
this," he points to the tube, "on me, and then..."

Duo releases Trowa's hand, and skitters back just far enough to leave
room for Trowa to turn and move, then gives him a hand sitting up,
before shifting himself to a place closer to Wufei's knees and lifting a
small packet to his teeth. Trowa, considering, squeezes out some of the
lube. "More," Wufei says from where he is lying, even though his angle
is such that he can't possibly see how much Trowa has. Trowa looks
sharply in his direction, question cut off as Wufei continues, "You need
at least twice as much as you think should do it, and keep the tube
handy..." Unnoticed, Duo has slipped a finger in to swipe a bit from
Trowa's hand, then leant forwards to perform his own version of anointing,
which causes Wufei's last word to trail off in a hiss as he fights to
regain control of himself.

Trowa nods, then triples the amount in his palm before handing the tube
back to Duo to hold. Then he reaches forwards to liberally anoint
Wufei's rock-hard erection, already well covered in latex, and smiling a
little at the low growl and unconscious hip-thrust the action produces.
"Good enough, Triton. Now, how about you get that sexy ass of yours up
here, hmm?" Trowa flushes slightly at the compliment, but is already
moving to straddle Wufei's hips even as Wufei reaches for his, steadying
him, lifting, settling him into place. Duo's hands come up around
Trowa's ribs, holding him securely as well.

"Now, guide me..." comes one last instruction, but it proves to be
somewhat redundant as Trowa has already reached behind himself to take
Wufei's erection in one hand, bracing himself against one bronze shoulder
with the other. Wufei chuckles lightly, "Eager, are we?" Placing the
tip in position, Trowa holds it steady as he lowers himself. His
eyelids fall shut and his mouth opens in a soft moan of pleasure as he slowly
sinks down around Wufei until he can't go any further.

There is no movement at all for a second, and another, and then Trowa
inhales sharply and his eyes snap open, a breathtaking smile lighting
his features. Wufei makes the tiniest possible movement, his hands on
Trowa's hips urging him upwards, and Trowa, taking the cue for what it
is, raises up, then lowers again, riding Wufei slowly, savouring every
second of the wonderful smooth slide of flesh against flesh. Then Duo's
voice in his ear and hands around him urge him further upright, and
this time when he descends, Wufei's full length brushes against his
prostate and a strangled cry of pleasure breaks free. The next cry is louder
- until Duo's mouth finds his, stealing his voice and his breath, along
with what little remains of his sanity, and making a play for his
tongue as well.

It is all too much for Wufei - the long wait, the perfect tight heat,
the two beautiful men kissing before his eyes - and he bucks, hips
slamming upward, one reaching hand finding Duo's already wrapped around
Trowa's erection. He drops his head back, then, losing all control and
roaring his completion as he thrusts upwards, hands forming fists beside
Trowa's hips, even now taking care to do no harm. These last few
strokes send Trowa over the edge as well, his own cries caught by Duo's
kisses as he comes in long streams across his own chest and Wufei's.
Finally, he sags limply in Duo's arms. Three - no, four hands lift him,
then, and he is laid down beside Wufei, who rolls over to take over kissing
him. Duo lies down behind him, after first snagging the towel and a
loose blanket to pull over the three of them.

Next ---> Rainbow Sherbert 9

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