Frosting

For some strange reason, one fine, but not so fine day, Duo Maxwell was craving a cake.

“I WANT A CAKE!” echoed through the safe house.

“My ears…” Quatre moaned as the walls shook.

“MAXWELL!” Wufei roared, causing the walls to shake and the pictures to rattle. “DON’T EVER YELL THAT LOUD AGAIN!”

Now, Quatre was on the floor unconscious.

“Chang!” Trowa burst in through the door to find Quatre lying on the floor with SD swirls™ in his eyes. “The bunnies are trying to ma… WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!” shook the safe house, causing the bathroom mirror to crack and shatter.

“I can’t hear a damn thing!” Wufei moaned as Trowa picked the poor blonde boy up and carried him off to bed.

“CAKE! CAKE! CAKE! CAKE!” Duo chanted as he pranced through the kitchen.

“DAMMIT MAXWELL!” Wufei threw his hands up and beamed Duo with a cookbook-to-beam-braided-bakas-when-they-crave-cake™.

“Itai!” Duo cried as the book ricocheted off his head, landed on the table, and flipped open to the cake section.

“I need to go worship Nataku.” The Chinese boy started to walk out the door.

“You just want to get off.” Duo muttered and surveyed the various recipes.

“I heard that!” Wufei called before disappearing over a hill.

“Now lessee… it says to make the frosting first, for it takes a long time to… I think I’ll just make the frosting.” Duo decided. “I need one cup of sugar, two…”

About an hour later,

“And… how does this mixer thingy work?” the braided boy scratched his head. “Well, it can’t be as hard as the eggbeater or the wire whisk.” He said, glancing at his earlier ‘experiments’, which were strewn about the now powdered sugar covered kitchen.

Two hours later… (boy, Wufei has been gone a LONG time)

“Finally! Done!” Duo proclaimed as he set down the bowl of frosting on the counter. “Uh… is it supposed to bubble and…”

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Heero woke up with a start. The Wing pilot rushed downstairs to find frosting coating the kitchen walls and floor, and everywhere else… including Duo.

“EEEEEPPP!” Duo squeaked when he saw Heero enter the kitchen with a very stern look on his face.

“Duo. What the hell is all this?” the Japanese boy demanded, swiping some of the off the toaster with his finger, tasting it.

“It’s… uh… frosting.” Duo stammered as Heero advanced on him, with a hungry look in his eyes.

“Frosting…” Heero repeated slowly, staring at the braided pilot’s eyes. “What were you going to ice?”

“A… cake… but I… guess I messed up and…” Duo squeezed his eyes shut as Heero raised his hand… bringing their lips together in a soft kiss.

“Hn.” Heero smirked. “Let’s not let all this frosting go to waste.”

“Ah…” Duo gasped as the other boy’s hand gently massaged his crotch.

“You should taste some of this.” Heero whispered and pushed several fingers coated with the frosting into Duo’s mouth.

“Mmm… I make good frosting.” Duo grinned.

“I know what else I can frost with it…” Heero roughly unzipped Duo’s pants and yanked them and Duo’s boxers down. Grabbing a spatula, he iced Duo’s arousal with the creamy frosting.

Some time later…

“What a nice refresher course!” Wufei stretched and entered the safehouse with a big smile on his face… a smile that instantly turned into a frown when he saw the state of the kitchen. The Chinese boy opened his mouth and let out a loud, indescribable, girlish scream.

Needless to say, the people in the house who were rudely interrupted from their naptime WERE NOT HAPPY.