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Hungry Like the Wolf
By: Covenmouse
“I need some cream of chicken.”
The announcement wasn’t an unusual one and so Wufei
finished reading the last article in that day’s copy of the Times, folded the paper and put it on
the table in front of him before he looked up.
Duo was still standing by the kitchen window, staring at the
hand-written recipe taped to the side of the fridge; though he hadn’t been
paying much attention, Wufei was certain that Duo hadn’t budged an inch in over
five minutes.
“The store is down the street,” he reminded his lover and
reached for the coffee mug that sat in its traditional place at his elbow. It was empty and he lurched to his feet to
refill it.
He drained the pot of the last vestiges of their
afternoon brew and placed it in the sink.
Duo was shaking his head when Wufei looked back at him and the braided
man rubbed his chin as he thought. “No…
I don’t think I have to.”
“Hm?”
“I think…” Duo
moved, finally, and pulled the refrigerator door open. After a moment of digging, which involved a
very lovely display of the man’s ass to the entire room, he came up with a
plastic Tupperware container and a carton of crème. “Hah. Knew it.”
Wufei leaned against the counter and watched as Duo
sashayed his way across the room to the stove top. He placed his items beside it and grabbed a
pan off the overhanging rack. Duo lit
one burner with a flick of his wrist and opened the Tupperware to pour a lumpy,
translucent mass of half-congealed fat into the pan.
Fighting back sickness, Wufei turned his attention back
to his coffee.
“I figure I can make it. Just heat this back up, add some crème…”
“What is that?”
“The chicken broth from the breasts I steamed last
night. I’m making chicken pot pie.”
Wufei fumbled through his memory for that particular dish
and found himself drawing a blank. “Explain,” he said and crossed the kitchen to
Duo’s side. The other man had taken a
metal spoon from the utensil drawer and was stirring the quickly dissolving
mass.
“You’ve never had chicken pot pie?”
“That would be why I’m questioning it,” Wufei lifted a
brow and sipped at his coffee. Duo shook
his head in the manner that meant he thought Wufei to have been deprived of
something wonderful, and favoured him with a side-long look.
“It’s like a pie, only with a full-bodied crust and
stuffed with meat, vegetables and gravy.
Typical western fair.” Duo took the opportunity to return to the
fridge. When he came back he was loaded
down with vegetables, which he spread on the granite countertop. One chopping knife later and he was working
up a large pile of diced greens.
“So it’s greasy and chock full of unnecessary calories,”
Wufei translated.
“You’re just jealous of our daring culinary palette,” the
brunette replied and stuck out his tongue.
The fat was melting rapidly and soon it began to sizzle. As soon as it did, Duo popped open the carton of crème and began to add it to the
mixture.
“Don’t curdle,” he ordered and swirled the mixture in a
gentle circle. Wufei watched, amazed, as
the mixture turned from something wholly disgusting into something that seemed
palatable.
After a few minutes, Duo sighed and shook his head. “Too thin,” he announced.
“Add some flour,” Wufei suggested and leaned over the
counter, hand holding his cheek.
“Nah,” Duo frowned, “That’ll just make it lumpy…” He
frowned. As he thought about it, he
retrieved the wok from overhead. He
flicked on another burner, added a small dash of oil to the pan, and dumped the
vegetables into it. They soon began to
sizzle.
Wufei had to admit that the vegetables, at least, looked
very good. He was beginning to wonder if
the man would set a little aside for him to eat separately when duo exclaimed,
“Cheese!”
Choking a little on his coffee, Wufei blinked at Duo as
the braided man jogged back across the kitchen.
He dug about inside of it and eventually came up with a round container
from the back. Brandishing it happily,
he returned to Wufei’s side and popped the lid off of it. “This should do the trick.”
“You’re going to put cheese in this?” Wufei shook his
head.
“Yep!” Duo unfolded the wax paper from around the
white-crusted wheel of cheese and sliced a portion off of it. The inside was a soft off-white, and soft
looking. “Brie. It should thicken the sauce a little.”
Staring at the strange concoction, Wufei watched as Duo
peeled a cardboard-like substance off of the cheese and dropped the middle
portion into the sauce pan. After a
time, Duo caught the look upon his face and raised a brow, “What?”
Wufei shook his head, but the smile which lit upon Duo’s
lips told him that he’d been caught.
“You’ve never had brie!”
“Certainly not.”
“Certain…” Duo snorted; he stuck his finger between the
crusted edges of the cheese and scooped up a glob of the off-white, gelatinous
concoction. Wufei stared at it for a
long moment as the finger was brandished before him. “It’s soft, see? Try it.”
Dark eyes rose to meet Maxwell’s twinkling ones and a
daring, devious spark lit within him.
Wufei leaned in and closed his lips around the offered finger. The faint noise that Duo made when Wufei’s
tongue brushed against his fingertip was well worth it. He cleaned Duo’s finger with care and let the
digit slip from between his lips. As the
fingertip passed, he kissed it, and let a smirk fall upon his lips.
Duo swallowed thickly and shook his head. “Well?”
“Good,” Wufei conceded as his hand went to Duo’s
hips. Working his fingers under the
other man’s shirt with ease, Wufei caressed the battle-scarred flesh beneath
his hand and leaned in to nip at Duo’s earlobe.
“I am cooking,”
Duo pointed out. Despite his protest, he
turned and nudged his temple against Wufei’s.
Wufei turned his head to press his lips to Duo’s and felt the other man
relax against him. One of Duo’s arms
wrapped around his shoulders as the other darted out to turn off the
burner.
Wufei caught Duo’s wrist before his fingers went into the
flame and pulled the limb away from the fire.
He guided it to his hair and Duo took the chance to work the ponytail
holder out. Pulling Duo away from the
stove, Wufei turned him against the transversal counter, pressing him against
it. The braided man moaned another protest
into their kiss. Breaking it, Wufei
pressed his lips to Duo’s neck and the man tried again. “’Fei, the burner…”
His fingers skimmed along the waistband of Duo’s jeans,
catching upon the button at the center.
With a swift flick of his fingers, he unclasped the button and let his
hand slide between the man’s skin and boxers.
“If you’re so worried about it, keep stirring,” Wufei growled beneath
Duo’s ear.
“Mm, you got an awful lotta confidence in me,” Duo
laughed, his voice husky and shaking as his hips twitched to the urging of
Wufei’s hand.
Wufei felt that that deserved the snort it got. He nipped Duo’s collarbone and unzipped the
man’s pants as he sank down to his knees.
A swift tug pulled Duo’s pants down and another brought the boxers. Duo’s fingers twined into his hair and Wufei
let the man slide out of his mouth long enough to mutter, “Your sauce.”
There was a moment’s pause before Duo managed to snicker
and moan at the same time. “Damn right,
my sauce,” he muttered and one hand loosed itself. Wufei heard the scrape of metal on glass and
knew that Duo had taken up the task of stirring the chicken broth. One hand massaging Duo’s inner thigh, Wufei
bobbed along his lover’s length, to the ‘scrape scrape scrape’ of the pan
above.
“Y’know how they say that some people
can’t chew gum and walk at the same time?” Duo muttered.
Sputtering, Wufei once more slid Duo’s dick out of his
mouth and leaned his forehead against the boy’s exposed hip. Once he finished choking he was able to laugh
and shook his head. “I really ought to
gag you.”
“Yeah, probably,” Duo agreed with a grin. He wrapped a hand around his dick and
tapped Wufei’s cheek with the head of it.
With a derisive snort, Wufei kissed the appendage and rose to his feet. Duo’s hands tugged at the front of Wufei’s
jeans and worked them open.
“Incorrigible,” Wufei muttered against Duo’s lips.
Between loving bites at Wufei’s lips, the man replied,
“Asshole.”
“Idiot.”
“You love me, so what does it say about you?”
Wufei didn’t have an answer for that. He let his hands roam over Duo’s familiar
body as Duo pressed their erections against one another. A soft moan escaped his lips when the man
began to stroke them. Wufei was halfway
to leaving a scandalous mark on Duo’s neck when the man muttered against his
ear, “Stir the damn sauce.”
Grumbling, Wufei blindly cast his hand out much as Duo
had before. He knocked one knuckle
against the pan and hissed. Duo’s hand
faltered and he growled a hasty “it’s nothing” so that the man’s hand would
keep moving. Wufei grabbed the spoon
handle next and found that Duo’s statement had been astute—it was rather
difficult to stir and be jacked off at the same time. The burner hissed as the sauce sloshed and
neither of them cared.
Duo’s hand slid up the back of his shirt. Wufei shuddered as a few sensitive scars were
stroked, the rough calluses of Duo’s fingers teasing the tight flesh. The hand around him tightened and Duo’s teeth
tugged at his earlobe.
The last rays of sunlight sank through the kitchen window
until only the red glow of the burner illuminated them. Wufei could just hear
the sauce beginning to boil over their panted breath and the beating of his own
heart pounding in his ears. A quick tug
of his free hand freed Duo’s shoulder from one side of his shirt, and it was
certain that at least one button had popped.
Neither cared about that, either, only the fact that Wufei’s lips were
leaving a damp trail down Duo’s shoulder and that his tongue pressed firmly
against a pert, pink nipple. Duo’s lips
closed over a moan and Wufei let his teeth slide carefully against the man’s
flesh.
“Fuck, ‘Fei,” Duo muttered, his free hand catching
roughly at Wufei’s shoulder. The other
squeezed just a little more tightly about them both. Wufei let the spoon drop and grabbed Duo’s
ass with both hands, hips pressing tight against Duo’s.
As he stood a little straighter, their foreheads bumped
together and both chuckled faintly before their lips met.
Duo broke the kiss with a moan and hid his face in
Wufei’s shoulder. Held against his
lover’s body, Wufei could feel Duo’s muscles convulse as warm fluid hit his exposed
chest. He bit his lip as he came a moment later, with Duo’s fingers still
wrapped around him.
They stood there, silent, for a long moment before either
registered the sizzling sound beside them.
“Damnit, Fei, you burnt my sauce.”
A/N: … In case
anyone was wondering, THIS is why I should never write porn. Also, that recipe actually does work. ~*goes to hide face in sand, kthnx*~
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