Mmmmm...." Was the first sound they were able to determine over the buzzing of the hand-held mixer as Quatre and Trowa walked into the kitchen to grab a snack late one afternoon. Quatre stopped dead in his tracks, right inside the door, allowing for Trowa--who was also distracted by the sight inside the kitchen--to plow into him from behind.
"Omphf!" Quatre, well, omphfed, stumbling forward a bit. "Duo! What are you doing?" he asked bemusedly, taking in the disarray of his previously pristine kitchen. Egg shells, mixing spoons, measuring cups, butter wrappers, and oil bottle were scattered over the center island. Everything was splattered with chocolate batter.
"Oiya! Quatre!" the grinning self-proclaimed Shinigami looked up over at the two newcomers, raising a hand in salute. The hand that just happened to be holding the mixer. More Chocolate batter went splattering across the kitchen--and Duo.
Quatre couldn't help it--he giggled, hiding behind his raised arms. "You're getting it all over!" he cried, still laughing.
Duo continued to grin, quickly replacing the mixer back into the batter. "I'm making a cake for Heero," he explained.
Trowa shook his head, pushing past Quatre to head for the fridge. "It looks more like you're making a mess," he said, reaching in and pulling out some leftovers from last night.
Duo bumped him, ass to ass. "Yeah, that's too," he smirked, licking his fingers free from chocolate cake mix.
"Are you *making* the cake, or eating it?" Quatre asked, swiping a dollop of batter from Duo's cheek and sucking his finger. "Mmm. Good."
"Of course!" Duo beamed, and then winked.
"It looks more like he's wearing it," Trowa commented dryly, handing Quatre a platter of assorted food. "If you two keep that up, there won't be any left for Heero or Wufei," he added, stealing a taste for himself.
Duo chased him away with a spoon, and laughing, Trowa and Quatre left the braided teenager to his cake making.
*** Later That Same Night ***
Two giggling teenagers, covered in chocolate cake and icing, were sneaking back down the hallway for the main staircase when they literally ran *into* another couple.
"What have you two been *up* *to*?" Quatre asked, swallowing his laughter as he took in both Duo's and Heero's disheveled, chocolate-covered states. "Or do I already know?"
Duo giggled and pointed at Heero. "It was all *his* idea. I swear!" the braided boy snickered, jabbing a finger in his cohort's direction.
"Hn." Heero, still grinning, reached over and tugged on the chocolate-covered braid. "Baka. I don't remember you complaining."
Duo beamed at him. "Funny, me neither."
"What did you two do?" Trowa asked, and then he frowned, noticing a missing member... "And where's Wufei?"
"Oooh, he should be climbing into bed in 3... 2... 1..."
"MAXWELL!!! YUY!!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!"
Both 'threatened' boys broke into hysterics before Quatre and Trowa's very eyes.
"What did you *do*?" Quatre gasped, trying to swallow his own fit of giggles.
"Nothing."
"Nothing at all--just left him a little present."
Duo leaned over and smeared an already smeared chocolate smudge on Heero's face.
"In his bed."
"While he was showering."
Duo giggled and sucked his fingers. "Chocolate covered gundam pilot!"
"We should probably go help him clean off you know," Heero suggested, smirking broadly.
Duo grinned--that wicked little "ooh! Good *idea*!" grin of his... and then the two took off the same way they came, leaving a bemused Trowa and Quatre behind.
Trowa shook his head, smiling, and turned back to his own love--smile quickly fading. "Oh, no. don't even *think* it."
Quatre smirked and inched closer. "Ne, Trowa...? Have I ever told you how much I like Strawberry Shortcake...?"
The taller young man sighed, resigned to his fate.
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