A promise is a promise, right? So here goes my first Yaoi, which appears to have a fair amount of citrus in it.
Warnings and disclaimers... um... Yaoi, Lemon, I only dream I owned GW, probably some OOC in here... go to it and good luck?
Quatre nearly bounced into the dining room where Trowa waited for him at a fully set, but otherwise empty table.
"Good day?"
"Wonderful." Quatre let his hands getly cup his lover's neck, then gently kissed him, teasing Trowa's lips ever so slightly with his tounge. As Trowa began to respond in kind, each could feel the smile on the other's face, when Quatre gently pulled away.
"I have something special for us after dinner."
"Hmm..." Trowa reflected on Quatre's usual after dinner "surprises" and decided that tonight he would probably not be very hungry at all.
After Quatre summoned the servers, dinner went so quickly that neither man really tasted his food, and plates seemed to be taken away almost as soon as they reached the table.
Quatre gently cleaned his lips with a napkin, and then locked eyes with Trowa with a smouldering gaze.
"I think you look ready. Follow me..." Quatre stood, leading Trowa down into one of the many sub-basements of this particular estate, finally reaching a room that Trowa hadn't seen before.
"What is this?"
"My studio. I hadn't used it in awhile, but then I saw something in town that gave me an inspiration." The door came open smoothly, leading to a room with soft, cream colored walls, a tarpauling covered floor, and several lights hanging from the ceiling that were focused on a giantic easel at the center of the room.
"Don't you need a canvas?"
"Tonight, love, you are my canvas." The gentle emphasis on 'you' made Trowa turn with a puzzled expression to the small table that held the paints, and picked up a bottle.
"Lover's masterpieces? Edible paints...oh...I see," Trowa's eyes sparkled with interest, "well, we haven't done this yet, have we?"
"And I think it will be much more comfortable than some of the things we've done."
Quatre's chuckle was warm and soft as he remembered the night they had spent on a beach in Hawaii during their honeymoon. It was quite romantic, and they both had enjoyed what happened, but the sand got into some ~very~ compromising places that made the next day a bit awkward.
"So, if I'm going to be your canvas tonight, shouldn't you get me ready?"
Quatre happily accepted the invitation, kneeling in front of Trowa as he slowly removed his lover's shirt, letting his lips brush against Trowa's belly button, nipples, and finally gently nibbling at the base of his neck. As he brought the shirt over Trowa's head, he let the collar stop just above Trowa's nose, and deeply kissed him, letting his tounge slip around in Trowa's mouth, teasing his blindfolded lover.
Quatre then deftly removed Trowa's pants and boxers at the same time, kissing at the waistband, and around his thighs, smiling as he felt Trowa's soft, sharp inhalations with each one, but being very careful not to touch his manhood. He was going to prolong this as much as possible.
"Now that you're prepared, let's get you onto the easel." Quatre led him onto the easel, which was obviously made to hold either human sized canvasses, or canvas sized humans. Quatre then produced several sheer blue pieces of silk from his pockets.
"I know you don't like being tied up, but I'll need you to hold still while I work. Just think about being on the knife throwing table at the circus, and you'll be fine." One of the better parts of the Uchuu no Kanryo was being able to not only judge his lover's moods, but being able to know what could either enhance his mood, or change it.
"Anything too tight?"
"No, you're being very gentle with them. Thanks."
Quatre blushed slightly, feeling himself warm to his lover's praise.
"Well, I really can't paint in these business clothes, can I? I suppose I should get my smock on..." With that, Quatre began to slowly slip out of the slacks, shirt, and tie that had been confining him, very deliberately putting on a show to make sure his lover was quite interested by the time he slipped on a white smock, black beret, and began walking back to the easel, wheeling the paints and brushes with him.
"Now, what's a good base...ah, dark chocolate. I think that will work nicely." Quatre dipped a base brush into the nearly black paint, then brought it to his lips to test the flavor.
"Oh, this tastes wonderful...here, try some!" Quatre gently swept the brush across Trowa's slightly parted lips, and watched as Trowa's tounge darted out to caress the brush before licking the chocolate off his lips.
"Delicious, maestro, but where will you begin?"
Quatre answered by slowly brushing another coat of the paint across Trowa's chest, hearing and feeling Trowa's gasp of sensation. The chocolate was just cool enough to feel electric against the sensative skin of his nipples, and his entire body began to flush in response. Quatre let the brush gently dribble paint against against Trowa's legs, and then cleaned the brush as he looked for his next choice.
"Well, I have to let that dry, so I suppose I'll just have to move on to your lower body next...oh...black raspberry. Black raspberry and dark chocolate, one of your favorites, isn't it?"
"You know it is..." Trowa's faint smile was becoming more pronounced, as he watched Quatre slowly bathe the brush in the dark purplish fluid, and gasped with pleasure as Quatre began to coat his legs and waist, paying special attention to his inner thighs. He could feel his excitement, and from the look in his lover's eyes, so could Quatre.
"Does the paint on your chest feel like it's hardened enough to paint on?"
"Definitely."
"Then it's either white chocolate, or banana cream, and I really am in a chocolate mood today. Besides, I'm not sure bananas really fit in my artistic vision."
Quatre let the brush slide along Trowa's chest, finally creating the profile of a lion on his lover's taut skin.
"I'll really have to get a picture before I'm done tonight, don't you think?"
"I would like to see the final product. It's a bit difficult to make out from this angle."
"Speaking of which, I think it's time for a new color...what goes well with black rasperries...oh, of course! Almonds!"
Quatre was grinning madly as he took the light brown paint and begain to paint large diamond shapes on his lover's legs, then stopping as he reached Trowa's as yet unpainted manhood.
"Now, there's a challenge...let's see what we have in here...not peppermint, not cinnamon, not blueberry...strawberry? Yes, I can tell you like the idea of strawberry on that."
The strawberry paint was a gentle red color that did actually look like it would mix well with the other shades on Trowa's body.
"Hold still now, this will be delicate."
Quatre was using a finer, thinner brush tip this time, and Trowa felt his body urging him to spasm from the waves of pleasure travelling up his spine. It felt like a trail of light was being placed on his body, and he wanted to cry with pleasure.
"Don't let go yet, Trowa, it will get much better, shortly. I'm going to grab a camera off the workbench while that dries, so just hang on a little bit longer."
Trowa held himself perfectly still as Quatre took pictures from several angles, placed the camera on the table, and then wheeled the table back away from the easel.
"Now, it's time to try the edible part of this artwork."
Quatre began to nibble and suck at seemingly random parts of Trowa's painted body. A nipple, an ankle, at the waist, at the join between his breasts, and Trowa began to gasp with each touch, knowing that Quatre was trying to sample as many flavors and combinations as possible.
Finally, Quatre stood on the ledge of the easel, his mouth stained in several shades of colors, and deeply kissed Trowa, allowing him to taste the flavors of paints, Quatre, and a bit of himself. An intoxicating palette of flavors, to say the least, but Trowa did notice the lack of a strawberry flavor.
"Oh, the strawberry is coming. Would you like me to sample it for you?" The michevious gleam in Quatre's eyes was flavored with arousal and lust as he kneeled down and began to slowly lick the sides of Trowa's member, feeling his lover shudder and gasp as he finally took him into his mouth, letting his lips and tounge reach Trowa's most sensitive and intimate places.
"Quatre...Quatre...I can't hold back much longer..."
Quatre gently disengaged at his lover's cry, and kissed him again, letting Trowa taste the strawberry concoction, as his lover hungrily swept his tounge around their mouths.
Quatre then undid the bonds, and brought Trowa into his arms as they stepped off the Easel together, kissing each other and letting their hands roam across each other in familiar intimacy.
Finally Quatre began to whisper in Trowa's ear with breathy anticipation, "One more surprise tonight, Trowa. I want you inside of me this time."
This was a surprise. Trowa had always let Quatre take the lead in their lovemaking, and had always been the uke as a result. This was something totally unexpected.
Once he considered the idea, however, it was quite attractive. Trowa gently brought the smock off of Quatre's shoulders and neck, letting it slide to the floor, and then began to gently guide his lover down to the floor. Not quite sure what to do next, he then spotted the strawberry paint, almost certainly left there for this purpose, and lubed himself up.
Finally he began to slowly enter into his Lover's body, letting one hand brace him against Quatre's back, and the other slowly pumping at his lover's manhood, just as Quatre had done for him so often, gradually increasing his speed and rythym as he went.
"Yes, Trowa...there! There! There! TROWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The two shuddered with orgasm almost simultaneously, both highly excited by the novelty of the situation, and finally lay down beside each other on the cool, tarp covered floor.
"You were wonderful, Trowa. We really should paint more often."
So, that was both my first Yaoi and first Lemon, how did I do?
(:./bza/canvas)
