Hello
people!
Finally... The end!! (at
least I hope) Well, about the title, don't worry, I'm absolutely not gonna show
Mariemaļa 'like this'. Let the childs be childs and the adults be adults, eh? Also
there's a bit of YAOI, but I din't make it very graphic, or serious, cuz' i
wasn't sure that I could write a readable yaoi lemon... ^_^;
I hope you'll enjoy it, I
hope it will be hentai enough!! I have other ideas in my hentai cooking book,
so, maybe, later... Hehehehe!! And, also, I wanted to thank all the people who
followed this story from the start, who reviewed and all! Thank you!!! luuuv
yaaa!!! <Treize blows you a kiss!!>
And while we're at it : THE
DISCLAIMER.
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!)
The Lemon Pie.
Recipe VIII : ... How
about... Mariemaļa??
"Gentlemen, this is your sixth drink... Maybe now..." A worry barman
began.
"NOOoooOOOoooWWWwwwWWW
WHATTT???!!!" They growled.
The poor bar tender
backed off, a bit scared, now that he had noticed that one of the two men
carried a gun.
Despite his complete
drunkness, Wufei spotted a familiar face at the bar.
"Heyyy... Iiit's...
Wait!!" He squealed.
He try to reach the man
and...
<Boom>
"Hehehehe...
Eventually, they managed
to make it to the stranger, helping each other to walk.
Milliardo was trying to
drink to oblivion, when two hands slapped him hard on the back.
"Heeyyy!!!
Milli-boy!!" Wufei bawled.
"Ome... Omaaa...
Omeu wo..." <Boom> Heero's head fell on the bar before he couldn't
remember his trademark sentence.
"Oh... Well..."
Milliardo stuttered.
It was a nightmare. He
wanted to be alone. He wanted to blow his head up with a bottle of bourbon. And
all he found was those... Those...
Heero's head swayed a bit
and he managed to ask, "SOOoooOOOoo... She left you toooo... Eh?? Alllll
BITCHES!!!"
"Yeahhh...
Bitches... OOOoooOOONNNNAAAAS!!" Wufei stated.
"How the fuck do you
know??" Milliardo growled.
"Trust
uuuusss..." Heero moaned.
"Yessss, tell us
about your ONNNaaAAa!" Wufei said, patting his shoulder encouragingly,
which was scarry, since he had meant to pat Milliardo's head...
"How could I
know..." Milliardo began. "I just said that Mare... Miraiim... Uh... Whatever,
Treize's brat was a pain the ass!" He whined.
"Right...!!"
Wufei said, trying to put the little pink and blue umbrella which decorated
Heero's drink in his nostrils, his hair and his ponytail.
"...
UuuurrrGGhhh!!" Heero added.
"And I also said
that if brats were like this, I would die rather than havin' one... And so
what?? I don't like diaaapers!! BooooOOOoooohhhh!!!" Milliardo was now
weeping on the expensive wood of the bar, to the disarray of the barman.
"Shhhhhh..."
Heero said, fondling his ears.
Milliardo stopped weeping
and looked at Heero warily. "Why are you touching my EARS???"
Heero, who had fallen of
his perch, stood up painfully and giggled. "Duuunnoo!!
Milli-darling!!"
Milliardo's hair stood
up, which caused him to look like Marge Simpson, considering how long they
were. "Don't touch meeee!!" Then he resumed sobbing in his hands.
"Bwwuuuuhh... Ho-How could I <sob> Know <sob>
That she was... PREGNAAAAANNNTTT!!!"
Despite his current
state, Wufei, who now looked like a pink and blue monster, had more or
less understood his story, and gave him another drink (Without any umbrella).
"Sooo... She threw you out... ONNNnnnNNAAAs!!!"
"Yeah..."
Milliardo sobbed. "In my pajamas!!!" He added, opening his trenchcoat
to reveal a pair of green and yellow polka dot pajamas.
"You know what... I
should be glad, because it could be worse... But... I still can't believe
it!" Trowa sighed, as he sat up on the warm tiling to take another sip of
mint tea.
Quatre was right, that
whole "hammam" thing was definitely relaxing, and the obssessing
thought of how Midii has simply left him like that, had been relegued far,
somewhere deep in the attic of his mind, giving place to an utter physical
contentement. His whole body seemed to have turned into mush, after the hours
spent in he hot water, and now, the spice scentered steam surrounding them was
all he needed to stay in this same state : Warm, mushy, and sated.
"But... She said she
would come back, didn't she?" Quatre asked, genuinely concerned about the
fact that Trowa was most likely to be dumped very soon.
"... Mmm...
Week..." Trowa mumbled, lying back on the warm enamel.
"A week? Then you
shouldn't worry too much!" Quatre said, trying to cheer him up with one of
his patented 'super-bright-smile'.
Trowa didn't bother to
answer and let his eyes wander as well as his mind. All the room was covered in
a white and azur tiling, this was propitious to reverie, he thought. He would
have closed his eyes, soothed by the sight of the steam volutes, turning slowly
in the air, blending into the shape of the enamel wall-tiles, if it hadn't been
for Quatre's presence. Since Rasheed had left, he was the only thing left to
-really- stare at, in the vast room, so he let his eyes drift to the young
arabian. He had closed his eyes, probably soothed by the warm steam too, and
seemed almost asleep. Trowa scanned slowly the bruises on his pale skin, they
were starting to fade, but still, Duo had done a good job at beating him up.
Little by little, he
stopped concentrating himself on those bruises and took another interest. He
couldn't help but stare at the sight that the young blonde offered, his baby
hair was matted to his forehead by the ambient humidity, his rosy lips were
slightly parted, his cheeks a nice shade of pink, due to the heat and his whole
body was covered with shimmering tiny pearls of sweat. It was the first time
since the end of the war that he looked at Quatre -like this- and the
resentment he felt against any kind of woman after those 'collective holidays',
added to a certain loneliness, though he would never admit it, gave to the
dirty thoughts he used to have a few years ago a whole new dimension. He
started to realize how close they were, closer than he had ever (wet) dreamed
of and started to eye the dozing Quatre... Lustfully?
'Snap out of it, Barton!
This is your best friend you're talking about!!'
'Correction : This is
your almost naked best friend.'
'And so what?? He
probably goes here with the Maguanacs very often, does it mean that they... NO!'
'This not about the
Maguanacs, This about those slick thighs, that beg to be fondled!!'
'No!'
'Yes!'
'No!'
While the horniest part
of Trowa's mind and the wisest part were having a bloody battle of wills, Trowa
had simply acted on instinct and was now kneeling beside the 'sleeping beauty'.
He gazed at him for a while before deciding that, whatever would happen, he had
to wake him up first... Or not. The least one can say is that 'horny Trowa'
won, because, before he could realize it, he was slowly, carefully and
purposely pulling at Quatre's white towel, until it landed softly on the
tiling. His last thoughts of Midii momentarily fled as he reached to graze a
smooth and rosy cheek. Trowa leaned closer, closer... And sweatdropped.
Two geen blue orbs were
boring into his with a -very- questioning look.
"Uh... Trowa??"
Quatre stuttered.
If he had found that
waking up to the sight of Trowa ready to kiss him was embarassing, then Quatre found
no words to express what he felt when he looked down, where a towel was
supposed to cover him.
Trowa however, decided
that the best way to get rid of any hesitation was to set things clearly. So,
before he had the time to reply anything, he captured Quatre's lips in a very
explorative kiss, which made the arabian pilot turn pink.
As for the whole
hesitation problem, Quatre's train of thought quickly joined Trowa's, as his
towel soon came to keep company to Quatre's.
At the same moment, in an
unknown circus tent.
Duo gulped as the blade
grazed his temple. The next one would release him of his braid, for sure.
Catherine, on the contrary,
seemed very relaxed. Well, she wasn't the one against the board. The last knife
flew, hit, spared his braid, and Duo noticed something. He had previously
thought that he was pinned to the board by his fear. No. He was -litterally-
pinned to the board, by her knives, which had pierced his clothes just at the
right spots.
Gulp.
Sweatdrop.
"Okay Cathy... You
were right... I feel better now! It was great to 'talk' with you! You can free
me now!" Duo yelled happily, but with a twinge of anguish.
"No."
"NO?!"
"No."
"But why??"
"Can't the great
Shinigami guess?" Catherine whispered in his ear.
"Maybe..." He
answered, his mind tangled in a mixture of fear rapture and... Expectation.
"How to release your
tension when you've been dumped : Lesson number 2." Catherine murmured
sexily, and with that, Duo's belt reached the floor.
Rasheed, walked past the
hammam's doors and stopped, walking back. Was it a cry of help he had heard??
Was Quatre-sama in danger? He was about to kick the doors open when realization
dawned.
And Rasheed sweatdropped.
"Unh... Trowa! It
hurts!!"
"Hush, love...
You're too tense..."
"You told me that if
it hurt, we would stop!!" Quatre whined.
"Okay... I-"
"Aaah!"
"What is it
now???"
"Don't...
STOP!!"
"You sai-"
"Just DON'T!! ...
Oooh!!"
Hilde yawned lazily, as
the sun filtering through the persiennes spread on the covers of her bed. She
was about to sleep a little more, when she realized that she wasn't exactly
alone, in that bed. She turned slowly, and her eyes went wide at the sight of
strands of honey coloured hair, spread on the other pillow.
"Oh..."
Further exploration
indicated that there was also an unknown form, lying between her and Relena,
under the covers.
"Shit..."
She struggled to remember
the events of the previous night, and, slowly, it flashed in her mind. They had
discovered that General Kushrenada was alive, and they had drunk. Drunk a lot.
She remembered Dorothy's arrival, with tons of luggage... And there was a
certain blank until the moment where Treize had left, with Dorothy under an arm
and Midii tossed over his shoulder. And then... Then a completely drunk Relena
had cracked a joke about waiting for their turn with... With...
"No."
"Nonononononononononono."
Hilde peeked gingerly
under the covers, afraid of discovering who -exactly- was snoring between
Relena and her.
And there, sleeping soundly,
clutching their underwear in his tiny balled fists was...
"Eeeeeeewwwwwww!!!!
Mushroom maaaaaannnn!!!" Relena yelled, awaking with a -serious- start.
Sally closed her eyes and
pressed her back against the wall, letting the warm water running all over her body,
the sensation only increasing those created between her legs by a very skillful
tongue. Tonight... Tonight her holidays will be over, but, for now, she was
still there, and when she would come back, she could play dumb, knowing that if
he had betrayed her, she had paid him back with the most appropriate partner of
all. A smile of pride and pleasure crossed her features as she felt two strong
hands hold her thighs firmly to stop the trembling that his patient
ministrations were generating in her body.
She almost screamed when
he started twirling his tongue rhythmically around her clitoris, and her knees
became weak when two deft fingers probbed her damp nether lips, before sliding
slowly inside, moving, teasing, rubbing every inch of flesh they met. She could
feel the heat growing in her lower belly and the first spasms of bliss, when
the magic hands disappeared suddenly.
"Bastard..."
She whispered a he faced her with a predatory smirk.
She knew he was playing
with her, teasing, letting her on the verge of the precipice, but still, she
wanted release. And she wanted it now.
So she made no other
comments than a strangled moan when he turned her so she was facing the wall,
and she sighed heavily when, at last, she felt the tip of his erection press
against her. She was about to think that he would taking it slow, and enter her
gently, when the tentative touch give place to an immediate -and powerful-
thrust which pressed her cheek and breasts against the wall. She gasp loudly
and braced herself with her hands, as he began to move in and out of her
forcefully.
He sped up his pace and
started to nuzzle in her neck, lapping at the damp skin. Her hands were
sliding, due to the ambient humidity and the steam surrounding them, added to
the thought of how erotic it could be to be taken roughly, from behind, in the
shower, drove her almost crazy.
Treize, as far he was
concerned, had found eroticism in the scene too, but it was more related to the
fact that he was screwing the 'official' fiancée of the man that had
"killed" him. And it sure did turn him on.
At that point, he was
simply slamming into her, giving up any control and each of her moans pushed
him closer to the edge. Finaly, she let out a feral scream that would surely
wake up the whole hotel and she came, her body tensing and jerking sharply, her
womanhood tightening a few times around his member, triggering his own release.
She breathed a deep sigh
of contentement as she felt him stiff and spill inside her, and she relaxed,
letting the water clean the hot seed that was slowly running down her thighs.
He sighed as well and
carried her out of the shower, taking a towel and drying her gently. The
contrast between their rough session and his current behavior made her smile
grow wider, and she dropped herself on the bed, pulling him with her.
"And now..."
She said, satisfaction obvious on her face.
"... I told you our
services had never registered any complaint..." He sighed, with a
debauched smile.
She watched his 'back'
appreciatively as he stood up to get dressed and cocked an eyebrow when he gave
her an ad for the club.
"For me...??
But..."
"No. Maybe it could
land on the desk of my precious lady..." He said with a wink.
Sally was stunned. Had
General Kushrenada actually winked?? What that guy the most horny bar tender on
earth and in the colonies...?
A few months later...
Eventually, the
"happy couples" had been reunited, and they wisely choose to never
mention again that "crisis", except that...
At the Winner estate.
"But... Dorothy... Are
you sure you want to call her..."
At the Barton's house.
" ... I mean... It's
not that I don't like, honey... But... For a little girl... Honestly, Midii,
isn't this a name... Well... Hard to bear?"
At the Chang's
appartement.
Wufei spat out his tea.
"Pardon?? Onna... How did you say you wanted to call her???"
"Mariemaļa. You
don't like it?"
Wufei fainted.
At the Peacecraft
estate.
"Omae wa
korosu."
"Heero darling,
what's the matter?? I think it's an original christian name!"
"Are you trying to
make a pun??"
"But... "
"I will NOT call my
son 'Deathscythe Hell II'!!!!"
At the Maxwell's
scrapyard.
"Matteo?
Pfff..."
"You don't like it,
Duo? G wanted to call him 'Deathscythe hell III', but I said no, I mean... Duo?
Duo? Are you okay??"
"Yeah, it's okay.
Everything is okay, cuz' it's another stupid dream, and I'm gonna
WAAAAAAAKEEEEEE UUUUUUUUUPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Well... Hope ya liked it!!
bye everybody!! R&R, pleeeezzz!!
N.B : Sorry for being
late in posting it. ;_;