Since there's no way we can escape it, here's the legal stuff :
I don't own Gundam Wing and its characters, they belongs to people who make less spelling mistakes than me... This fic (for those who don't know what NC17 means...) is a lemon, which means it contains graphic sex. So if you're under 18, or offended by that, I highly recommend you don't read it. (Anyway, I know you can read despite the warning, but don't cry if you're caught reading this by your mommy!)

Recipe I : Cheating??
 
 
 

              It had started to rain a moment ago, and, since a walk was out of question, they were now in the huge library, trying to pass the time until the others would arrive.
He was reading a thick book, and she had opened a magazine, but she wasn't really reading. She glanced at him from time to time, hoping he would initiate some conversation, but the look of intense concentration on his face told her that she was wasting her time. Still, she was bored to death, and the silence in the room was just... unnerving.

Eventually, she decided that, whatever the ways, it had to stop. She closed her magazine and got up, clapping her hands soundly.

"I'm hungry!! What about a little expedition in the kitchen?!" She yelled suddenly.
She smirked inwardly, as she watched him tear his eyes from the engrossing book and look up at her questioningly.

"... Now?" He asked.

"Of course now! Not tomorrow! Get up, I'm sure we can find something interesting..."

He was obviously willing to stay in his armchair. "Well... I'm not very hungry, but..."

She frowned, if his hesitation was tiring, the way he clang to that book of his was simply unbearable. She decided that asking wasn't leading anywhere, so she just closed the old, dusty book still on his lap, took it away, laid it on the nearest table and pulled his arms until his body obediently followed.

They headed towards the kitchen, but, then again, it seemed conversation had its dry, and she had come to pray for a plane to crash in the middle of the living room, or any disaster available... Anything to break the silence and the tension. 'Tension, who said there was any tension here??' Her mind yelled, 'You've just nothing good to chat about!' She was still rambling madly in the depths of her -bored- mind, when she caught him looking -staring- at her. She grinned smugly inwardly, convinced that he would at long last say something... But he simply averted his eyes when he realized she had seen him.

Never had she found a corridor so long, and when they finally reach the kitchen, she was wondering if one could actually die from boredom and uneasiness combined...
She sat at the table as he started rummaging in the closets, that he, obviously, didn't know very well...

"Uh... Do you want some tea?" He asked, shifting uncomfortably and starting to pour some water in a kettle, before taking a teabox and two mugs.

"Tea will be perfect! But I wanna eat something too! I suppose we can't touch the food we prepared for tonight, It took so long it would be a crime... Is there anything good left?"

"... I think there is some pastries and..." He was cut short by the characteristic hiss that indicated that the water was boiling -and that he now had a valable excuse to turn away from her-. He poured the burning water in the mugs and stood a few feet away as he sipped silently his tea.

'You're not getting out of this that easy!' She thought as she watched him through the cloud of steam that has formed over her tea and was rising up in harmonious volutes before dying in the air.

"So, what were you saying about something to eat?" She asked.

She couldn't help it and she wanted desperatly to believe it didn't mean anything, but she could have sworn she had said that with a seductive smile, and felt even more uneasy than in the corridor, since she had tried to "trap" him into saying something, and she, now, was the one behaving oddly...

Startled, he resumed his listing to avoid thinking at how weird it felt to be alone with her, 'It's the first time...' he thought, but he brushed the "deviant" thought aside and opened the fridge to assure himself that he made no error in his list, since he had been asked something and had to answer correctly...

"... Some houmos, tomatoes, chocolate cream... Uh... three salads, and... some whipped cream, eggs, ban..."

"Stop."

"But..." He looked at her with a confused expression, and he was almost sure that he didn't want to hear her next sentence, though if he had been asked, he probably would have been unable to say why.

"I don't care about food. It rains. I'm bored... Wanna fuck?"

She couldn't believed what she had just said, how bold she had been. Usually, it wasn't her to be so 'direct', not to mention that if the 'thin red line' she had heard about existed, she was totally and enthusiastically crossing it... But, at that precise moment, it just had felt right...

"If I... If I w... wann...??"

He never had the time to finish his sentence as she suddenly pressed him again the fridge, crushing his lips with hers. His eyes opened wide at the sensation. The small voice of sanity and virtue was yelling at him to regain his composure and adopt a proper behaviour, but the little effect it had on him started to fade when she ran her tongue across his lips, suggesting a more interesting way to kiss. He couldn't figure if it was meant to try to reason her, to simply stop her or to indulge himself in this sinful weakness, but he parted his lips slightly, letting her tongue in. As soon as he did, she started to kiss him eagerly and forgot definitely about the whole 'thin red line' issue when she felt him respond progressively to the kiss. He moved his lips timidly and awckwardly, at first, but, soon enough, his mind silenced that irritating small voice who tried desperatly to restrain him from sliding any further, and he centered his whole attention on her soft lips and the way their tongues were now teasing each other, sometimes battling fiercely, sometimes fondling and barely moving.

Time seemed to fade as they kissed and it felt like an eternity before they finally had to seperate their lips to breath. The come up for air was a mere formality, as they decided it, and, almost immediatly, their mouths were once again locked with no intention to separate unless it was absolutly necessary...
All the while, his hands began to explore the new territory, stroking slowly the skin of her back and brushing tentatively the soft mounds he could feel hardening slowly through her clothes. She sighed softly, as an invitation to further explorations, and, taking the hint, he lifted her sharply, searching for a place to sit her. He finally settled for the table, turning every single object that happened to stand there topsy turvy as he sat her rather roughly.

Her clothes were in the way. This had to change and he made sure of it by simply and efficiently tearing her shirt and tossing it aside, before unbuttoning her jeans and pulling hard at the fabric, which caused them to fall on the floor, along with her shoes. She try to reach for his own clothes with her hand, but before she could even touch him, she felt his hands higher on her back. He didn't bother to fight with the disturbing clasp of her bra, and the lacy underwear fell on the floor, joining the rest of her clothes, after another sound of ripping fabric...

She let out a small gasp at his sudden urge, and, considering that there was no way in hell she could let him take the lead so easily, she leaned close and started to slowly nip and suck at his neck, pressing her lips against the increasing pulse there. He closed his eyes for a moment to savour the feel of her warm mouth on his skin, and she seized the occasion to quickly unzip his pants, and slide a hand in his boxers, while the other was busy fumbling with the many buttons of his shirt.
His eyes flew open when he felt her cool hand encircle his semi hard member... And closed when she started to stroke it rhythmically, rubbing the throbbing tip with her thumb. A wicked grin spread across her features at the sight of his head partially thrown back and his lips tightened, in an attempt to restrain himself from moaning out loud.

His senses threatened to be overloaded, this was so incredibly wrong, and yet it felt so good... Eventually, when the hand which had finally managed to get rid of the cumbersome shirt was replaced by a soft, hot and wet mouth on his chest, and when the hand in his pants sped up its pace, he just couldn't muster the strength to silence himself anymore and he let out a deep moan, which caused her smile to grow even wider, as she teased his hardened nipples.

For a second, somewhere in the back of her mind, a last conscious thought rose, ' What if somebody comes, you're in the kitchen... It would be...'  'embarassing?'. Making her questions and her answers, her evil side took over and her last conscious thought became that the risk made only the whole ordeal more exciting. She continued her teasing, curious to see when he would have to beg her to stop. She didn't wait long. As she could feel a small bead of moisture spreading slowly under her thumb, she heard him try to speak. At first he only managed a series of incoherent gasps, but he eventually find his voice again, though it was quivering...

"... S... stop..."

"Stop what?" She murmured huskily in his ear.

"I... I want you." Came the answer, barely audible.

"Then just ask politly..." She knew this went far over teasing and held more of torture than anything else in his current state, but she was just having the time of her life, and had no intent to let go, even if she was almost through teasing herself.

"... Please... Pretty please..."

The humorous plead inspired her some sour comments, but she found that she couldn't even wait until she voiced it, so she just threw it, along with any feeling of guilt and pulled him close. She closed her eyes and resumed kissing him as he tore her last bit of underwear, leaving her clad in only her socks, her legs spread on the cold wood of the table. And it was definitely the more arousing situation she had ever known. everything in here was a transgression, the place, the way they were doing it... The man. She paused to stare at him for a while, never, even in her wildest dreams, had she imagined doing this with him, or even seeing him like that. At that precise moment, there was nothing left of his usual calm and composure, his eyes were clouded with dark desire and his hands were shaking ever so slightly as he stroked the smooth skin of her innerthighs. His hands never shooked. She sighed and leaned back, waiting...

His deft fingers worked their way up, slowly and, as much as she hated to admit it, teasingly. They reached the center of her aching and merely grazed it, over and over, until her body was trembling with need too. She groaned slightly in frustration as she felt his fingers leave her. But she promptly stopped when she felt him position himself between her legs, his erection brushing her clit, rubbing against her wet lips. She tried to buck her hips to force him in, but it was for no use, as he had obviously decided to reverse the roles and play with her a little.
Not wanting to wait any longer -not bearing to wait any longer-, she considered that it would be worth to give up a little of her proud, and indulged herself in emitting soft moans and squirming her hips under his ministrations. As she had guessed, his male ego didn't resist her encouraging sounds and he finally burried himself to the hilt in one sharp thrust. She arched her back sensuously at the feeling and gripped the edge of the table as he started to pound relentlessly in her, his thrusts deep and hard.
He was completly lost in the sensation, the feeling of her tight, warm passage pulsing around him and the sight of her body, arched, tensed and slightly moist with sweat were driving him crazy, if he wasn't already from their previous unbearable teasing session.
She was moaning in earnest now, her body shaking violently with each thrust, and she could feel the upcoming orgasm as she started to shudder and pant. It wasn't long before she was overwhelmed by the sensations this rough coupling was stirring in her. He had reached his limit too, and his grip on her waist tightened as he began to thrust faster and harder, harder until they both couldn't take it no more.

Her back arched some more. And it was there. for a moment, everything went blank and she let out a loud moan as her body spasmed a few times, then she let herself fall back, her whole body limp.
The feeling of her inner walls clenching and unclenching around him sent him over the edge too, and eventually find his release, roaring her name, oblivious to the fact that somebody could hear him. She sighed in delight as she felt something warm spill deep inside her and lifted her hand to stroke his hair as he collapsed on top of her.

They just stayed there for a while, staring silently at the ceiling in her case, and at the door in his. He was the first to find his voice again.

"We Shouldn't have." Strangely, there was no guilt or panick in his voice. maybe it would come later she thought. After all they were both still a bit dazed by the aftertremors of their orgasm. She find nothing to answer so she just pushed him, in order to get up. She wobbled a bit, but she managed to regain her composure, and started to pick up her clothes, or more exactly what was left of her clothes.

"Short but wild." She remarked, staring at the remnants of her shirt and her underwear.

              Duo tapped the wheel with his fingers nervously as the truck in front them stopped for hundredth time...
It was getting darker by the minute and he was starting to wonder if they would ever reach Quatre's place. Heero, on the contrary was in his usual I-don't-care state and was glaring from time to time at the american, who gazed at the groceries bag with two violets orbs full of concupiscence...

"Duo!!" Growled Heero.

"What?!" Answered a startled Duo with his best 'innocent puppy' eyes.

"You were staring at it."

"I wasn't!!"

"I saw you."

"So what if I did?? I haven't touched it!"

"You better not. I'm warning you! I'll check the twinky bag for holes, once we're at Quatre's mansion."

"..."

Heero sighed and tried to relax, but being stuck with Duo in a car and in the middle of traffic jam wasn't helping...

"Duo. STOP singing."

"But..."

"Just stop."

"I need something to occupy my mind!!" Duo whined.

"..."

Heero had lost patience, and Duo understood it as he stuffed the meter long braid in the obnoxious mouth, preventing him from speaking any other word.

Twenty minutes later.

"Winner estate! Here we are!!" Yelled happily Duo as he entered the vast park.
Since the whole twinky incident, Heero had made himself comfortable... In the back seat, looking after the helpless Groceries bag as if it was his latest mission. Well, actually, the poor bag had been seriously threatened when Duo had started to drool, in the last kilometers of the traffic jam.

As soon as they got out the car, they were rewarded by the sight of a very happy (too happy?) and hyperactive Rasheed running towards them.

"My small friends!!" He shrieked.

Heero and Duo sweatdropped.

"I'm soooo glad to see you!!!" He immediatly locked Duo in a crushing embrace, causing Heero to wonder what exactly were Rasheed's feelings towards Duo... Rasheed released the braided threat when he started to choke and bowed apologetically... Again and again.

"What the hell is going on, man! Are you gonna lick my shoes too?" Asked a slightly disturbed Duo.

"Do you want me too, your highness?"

Duo fell. Heero helped him up and glanced at Rasheed, who had already taken their bags and was heading towards the massive wooden doors of the mansion.

"Let me lead you to your rooms, master Quatre is waiting for you in the library." Rasheed said in a sugary voice, flashing a bright smile to Duo.

The two pilots breathed a sigh of relief when they finally reach a long corridor and Rasheed laid Heero's bags in front of a huge door.

"Here." He said, still wearing his Disney expression.
Duo was about to open the next door and hide in his room when Rasheed stopped him.

"No."

Duo felt a cold chill running down his spine.

"This is your room, Master Duo." He said in a that newfound candy voice, gesturing towards an enormous door at the opposite end of the corridor.

They walked towards the impressive and rather orned door and when Rasheed opened it, Duo almost fainted. That wasn't a room for a prince, not even a king, an emperor maybe? Or a god?? What do you have after the gods??? He took a circular look at the golden fabrics and multicolored cushions covering the bed, the decorated walls and he caught a glimpse of a bathroom that held more of a swimming pool than anything else.

Once Rasheed had left, Heero peered inside the "palace", marveling (Though you couln't say it by his face.) at the furniture. His gaze stopped at the sight of an old bottle, standing near a big bouquet of flowers.

" Dom Perignon 1959!" Heero read out loud.

"And they 'master' you! Duo... Did you have an argument or something with Quatre recently??"

"No... NO!!" He yelled. "And I don't understand a thing here!! What's that Donperniniom stuff??"

"You drink it." Heero stated.

"And?'

"Most of people believe it tastes better than Coca."

"And??"

"It's too expensive for words."

Once again, Duo sweatdropped. There was definitely something wrong here. They left the room and ran more than they walked towards the library.

Quatre was there, reading a book in arabian in a moss green armchair, looking quiet and smiling, as always. Hilde was there too, sitting on the floor with a magazine, munching a sweet and looking very quiet, which was, in her case, totally unusual.

"Hey! Q man!! How are things!" Duo said happily.

"..." Greeted Heero.

Quatre jumped off his armchair and Hilde almost choked on her sweet at the sight of them, but they quickly regained their composure before Duo noticed, and gave him bright, fake, commercial smiles. Unfortunatly, Duo failed to notice that too and started to chat with them.

"How long 'til the others arrive too?" asked Duo.

"I don't know, they're all supposed to be here by 9." Answered Quatre, slightly more relaxed.

Duo caught sight of an interesting amount of food on the table and gestured towards it, drooling a bit. "He he he! You two did a great job, I can't wait to taste these!!"

"Well, you will!" Said Hilde, pocking him in the ribs with her usual cheerfulness.

"So! Q man! How good was she?!" asked suddenly Duo.

Quatre turned instantly a bright cherry red and the corners of his grin quivered lightly. "W... What?"

"Hilde! She's usually great in a kitchen, ya know!! a real chief!"

"Ah!! Uh... Yeah, she did great! Ahem, will you excuse me, I think somebody is ringing at the door!"

Lady luck must had been in a good mood, because, though it was highly unprobable that Quatre had heard any bell ringing, Wufei and Sally were effectively at the door, followed a few moments after by Trowa, Catherine, Heero and Relena.