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Iron Chef? Not so Much...
A collection of 30 shorts featuring Yuki and Shuichi for a challenge community. Each 'chapter' will have its own theme. Rating varies throughout. (manga-centric)
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A/N: I do not own Gravitation.
#9 Dash
Iron Chef? Not so much...
"Idiot! I said a /'dash'/, not 'dump the whole bottle in'!" Yuki sighed in exasperation, quickly trying to spoon some of the Tabasco off the top of the stew.
"What? That was a dash!"
"Could you possibly be any more stupid? If you want me to teach you to cook you need to pay attention to what I'm telling you. Cooking's like chemistry, if you mess up the ingredients the whole thing is ruined."
"Alright /Mensa/, define dash." Shuichi glared at him, letting his annoyance be known.
"A dash is a few drops. A few /drops/, not the entire bottle!" He set the spoon on the counter, hoping he'd gotten enough of the Tabasco out to save it. He was getting increasingly more frustrated with Shuichi's ignorance in the kitchen. "Now add a pinch of salt."
"Pinch?" Shuichi indicated with his thumb and forefinger. "Like a real pinch?"
Yuki smirked and pinched Shuichi's butt. "Exactly."
"Ow! You're evil, you know that?" Shuichi glared at Yuki while rubbing a hand over his backside, then carefully pinched some salt between his fingers and added it to the pot on the stove.
"I've been waiting for you to figure it out for the last year. I knew you were slow, but -"
"Would you stop it? I need to learn to do this, and you promised to help me. Spending the entire time messing with me isn't helping!" Shuichi stirred the contents of the pot with a curious expression tinged with disgust.
"Alright, alright... now you need a peck of pepper." Yuki tried to hide his smile, truly enjoying how flustered Shuichi was getting. A small part of him felt badly for torturing him like this, but only a small part - he wasn't a chef, he was a writer damn it!
"A peck? What the hell is a peck?" He eyed Yuki warily, noticing the glint in his eye.
"This is a peck." Yuki leaned over and pressed his lips on Shuichi's cheek before wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. He felt his lover resist for a moment before allowing himself to relax against him. "Seriously, you need to find someone else to show you how to cook. If I have to do this much longer I may have to kill you."
Shuichi reached out and turned off the burner before looking at Yuki and forcing a smile. "You're probably right."
Yuki could see the defeat in his eyes and felt slightly bad for having so little patience. "Come with me and I can teach you a few more cooking terms." Yuki grabbed Shuichi's hand and let him towards the bedroom.
"You're going to teach me to cook in the bedroom?" Shuichi snorted in disbelief, but followed willingly enough.
"Yup." Yuki pushed Shuichi onto the bed and pinned him down with his body. He leaned close, his voice a husky and low. "First I'm going to show you how to beat things properly, then how to cream, and then after that I'll show you how to spoon." He pressed his erection against Shuichi and watched as his eyes widened in realization.
"Who would have thought that cooking could make you so horny?"
Yuki kissed him deeply, feeling him submit. "Just cooking with you."
#9 Dash
Iron Chef? Not so much...
"Idiot! I said a /'dash'/, not 'dump the whole bottle in'!" Yuki sighed in exasperation, quickly trying to spoon some of the Tabasco off the top of the stew.
"What? That was a dash!"
"Could you possibly be any more stupid? If you want me to teach you to cook you need to pay attention to what I'm telling you. Cooking's like chemistry, if you mess up the ingredients the whole thing is ruined."
"Alright /Mensa/, define dash." Shuichi glared at him, letting his annoyance be known.
"A dash is a few drops. A few /drops/, not the entire bottle!" He set the spoon on the counter, hoping he'd gotten enough of the Tabasco out to save it. He was getting increasingly more frustrated with Shuichi's ignorance in the kitchen. "Now add a pinch of salt."
"Pinch?" Shuichi indicated with his thumb and forefinger. "Like a real pinch?"
Yuki smirked and pinched Shuichi's butt. "Exactly."
"Ow! You're evil, you know that?" Shuichi glared at Yuki while rubbing a hand over his backside, then carefully pinched some salt between his fingers and added it to the pot on the stove.
"I've been waiting for you to figure it out for the last year. I knew you were slow, but -"
"Would you stop it? I need to learn to do this, and you promised to help me. Spending the entire time messing with me isn't helping!" Shuichi stirred the contents of the pot with a curious expression tinged with disgust.
"Alright, alright... now you need a peck of pepper." Yuki tried to hide his smile, truly enjoying how flustered Shuichi was getting. A small part of him felt badly for torturing him like this, but only a small part - he wasn't a chef, he was a writer damn it!
"A peck? What the hell is a peck?" He eyed Yuki warily, noticing the glint in his eye.
"This is a peck." Yuki leaned over and pressed his lips on Shuichi's cheek before wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. He felt his lover resist for a moment before allowing himself to relax against him. "Seriously, you need to find someone else to show you how to cook. If I have to do this much longer I may have to kill you."
Shuichi reached out and turned off the burner before looking at Yuki and forcing a smile. "You're probably right."
Yuki could see the defeat in his eyes and felt slightly bad for having so little patience. "Come with me and I can teach you a few more cooking terms." Yuki grabbed Shuichi's hand and let him towards the bedroom.
"You're going to teach me to cook in the bedroom?" Shuichi snorted in disbelief, but followed willingly enough.
"Yup." Yuki pushed Shuichi onto the bed and pinned him down with his body. He leaned close, his voice a husky and low. "First I'm going to show you how to beat things properly, then how to cream, and then after that I'll show you how to spoon." He pressed his erection against Shuichi and watched as his eyes widened in realization.
"Who would have thought that cooking could make you so horny?"
Yuki kissed him deeply, feeling him submit. "Just cooking with you."
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