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SS Lieumon Drabbles	By : SladinForever Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 2803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lieumon Week Prompt #3: Cooking
Title: Cooking
Summary: Amon cooks Lieutenant an amazing meal that turns into something kinky
Warnings: Food, small talk, wine, body eating—no, not cannibalism—
Rating: PG-13

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
The best aromas anyone could ever dream of filled a small kitchen. Pots were simmering and bubbling. Staunching heat appeared as rising steam, fogging the small window above the sink that held knives and a carving board, which were soaking in hot, soapy water. Amon and Lieutenant stood by the stove as Amon stirred a pot’s contents. He did it slowly and articulately, like he had done it a million times.
“Believe it or not, Lieutenant, I was alone for a long time before we met and started the Revolution together.” Amon grabbed a small fistful of spices from the tiny custard bowl to his left and sprinkled it into the pot in a wax-on, wax-off motion. He lifted the stirring spoon from the broth until just the cupped end was in it, to mix the spices down into it. Once they were all the way in, he stirred the same way previously to mix it all at just the right levels. “Of course, I didn’t have all of this fancy cookware, which you so graciously got for me during the holidays last year.”
When Amon finished stirring, he slowly pulled the spoon out and then carefully twirled it between his fingers. The thick, creamy broth fell from it in a steady stream, forming into a spiral. Lieutenant gazed at it in amazement. It was as if Amon trained it like some circus performing spider monkey—a monkey with eight furry legs instead of four—doing everything he told it to do with a single finger gesture. Once it no longer dripped to create tiny ripples, Amon set the spoon aside and then checked on his dumplings, which were small rather than large. With a fork, he rolled each one around carefully in the boiling water.
“I must thank you for making dinner,” Lieutenant said, lowering himself down in a chair at the two person kitchen table. “I don’t think I could handle another boring fish in the mess hall.”
Amon turned up the heat another number under the broth, set the small winding timer for ten minutes, and then walked to a cupboard. Opening the door, he reached for two wine glasses. They were actually made of clear plastic rather than glass. Normal ones were not within their budget. A bottle of very cheap wine was already sitting in the middle of the square table. Amon sat down in the second chair, placed one glass in front of Lieu’s right hand, and then grabbed the neck of the bottle. As he yanked on the cork, it came out with a satisfying pop and a wisp of smoke rose from it. After gently stirring the red wine, he began to pour first into Lieutenant’s glass and then into his. He only filled half a quarter full each.
“Don’t thank me until you have tried it first, Lieutenant,” he said in a gentle voice. Taking the stem of his glass, he swirled the wine around, put the edge to the mouth slit of his mask, and inhaled slow and deep before taking a sip. Looking down at his glass, which was in between his hands on the table, Lieutenant stroked the perimeter of the round stand with his pointer finger. “…Is something wrong, Lieu?”
Jerking his head up, Lieutenant saw Amon staring at him behind the white mask. A very small droplet of wine had landed on the bottom edge. Lieutenant smiled warmly. “No, no, I am quite content. I just remembered the last time we drank together.”
Amon stared at him in thought. He remembered it quite well himself, like it had happened only yesterday. They had gotten very, very drunk, said things they weren’t sure were true to one another, but not actually giving a damn, and had wound up in Amon’s large bed, performing the unthinkable. Once sober the next day, they made a pact to never tell anyone. So far, it had stayed under the rug.
“A sip won’t do much harm, would it?”
Lieutenant’s finger stopped moving at the underlying purr in Amon’s voice. Lifting his thumb to the stem, he ran it up and down the length in nervousness. He then swallowed hard.
“I suppose not.”
Gripping the stem with most of his fingers and lifting the glass, Lieutenant did the same procedure as Amon did and then took a long sip. His Adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed. Amon licked his lips behind his mask, picturing his neck wet and shimmering in candle light. For the rest of the ten minutes, both were silent as they drank their wine. The timer buzzed. Amon stood, slid the glass off to the side, and then returned to the stove to test his creation. Lieutenant snuck him a pour of more wine while he stirred briefly again and then taste-tested the broth with a small soup spoon after tilting his mask up. A warm smile spread to Amon’s face when the broth was heated and stirred to perfection.
“Once I put the dumplings in the broth, dinner will be finished.”
Lieutenant had finished his first glass and was in the process of pouring another. After turning the burners off, Amon moved to his dumplings, carefully dipped a slotted ladle to the bottom, and, one at a time, lifted them out. He would tilt the scoop back and forth to drain all the water before dipping it into the broth and turning it to let the dumpling go. Once all thirty were in the soup, he stirred gently.
When it was finally finished, Amon grabbed some bowls, grabbed a normal ladle, and scooped four spoonfuls each of the dish into them. He then returned to the table, sitting down. Spoons, chopsticks, and napkins were already in place. After a small thanks for the meal, Lieutenant began to eat. Amon watched him as he dipped his spoon into his bowl, lift it back out with broth and chunks of vegetables, and placed it in his mouth. The second it touched his tongue, his taste buds flared to life and his eyes widened. At first, Amon thought it had tasted bad, so insecurity crossed his face.
“I ruined it, didn’t I?”
Pulling the spoon out of his mouth, Lieutenant swallowed and then grinned at him. “Are you kidding? This is amazing Amon. Its as amazing as how you prepared it when you let the broth drip off the spoon. The cooks in the kitchens could learn a thing or two from you.”
Looking back in his bowl, Lieu grabbed some more and continued eating. Amon smiled. Lieutenant was always so kind to him. On days when he felt like they failed no thanks to the Avatar and the Task Force, Lieutenant always encouraged him that it would get better. That they still had time on their side. That was one of the many qualities Amon admired in him. A sudden thought came to him.
“You know what would make this dinner even better, Lieutenant?”
Lieu had just used his chopsticks to pick up a dumpling and already had it in his mouth when he asked this. He looked up at Amon, the chopsticks still in his mouth. Was he smirking behind the mask? Lieutenant swallowed, wondering what Amon had in mind…

“Are you sure you want to do this, Amon?”
The chairs were empty. If an Equalist walked by and looked inside, they wouldn’t know that their leaders were there. Lieutenant was resting against the back of Amon’s chair, his elbows on the floor beside him. His hands were curled in loose fists. Straddling his long, outstretched legs in front of him, Amon was drizzling broth all over Lieu’s chest, shoulders, and stomach from a gravy dish. His shoulder armor, long-sleeved sweatshirt, and undershirt were on the floor by the counter.
“Yes, why?”
Lieutenant’s brow was furrowed. “I don’t think it would taste the same after you’ve licked my skin.”
Once most of his skin was covered, Amon straightened, placed the pouring dish on the table, and then took a step back. Lifting his mask onto the top of his head after lowering it, he reached for Lieutenant’s belly button with his tongue. The man tensed when the warm wetness touched him. Amon pressed down hard as he dragged his tongue up his stomach. All he could taste was the broth, though there was a faint hint of mint, probably from Lieu’s body soap. It made the broth taste a little better, to be quite honest. Amon would remember to add crushed mint leaves next time.
The more Amon licked at his soup-covered stomach, the more Lieutenant’s eyes softened. He inhaled deep, liking this more than he should. Lifting his hands, he grabbed the top rim of Amon’s hood and carefully pulled it off without moving the mask. Even when they had slept together last winter holidays, he hadn’t seen his face and didn’t want to until after benders were eliminated. Amon let him reveal his silky soft, brown hair and run his fingers through it. As he reached his chest, he pressed the very tip of his tongue to the underside of Lieutenant’s nipple, making him tense and grip his hair tight. A small moan past lush, full lips. He closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. He could feel the broth come off his skin as it entered Amon’s mouth.
Moving further up his body, Amon pressed their crotches and stomachs together, almost laying fully on him. He licked up the broth from Lieutenant’s other pectoral and then moved to his collarbone. Lieutenant raked in shivers. His neck seemed to be the most sensitive part of him, rather than his stomach or hips. Amon lapped up the tiny pools of soup before kissing his neck. He now lay right against Lieu, wrapping his arms around the middle of his back. The edge of the mask touched his cheek, but he didn’t care. The almost ice cold ceramic was keeping him sane.
“You taste amazing, Lieu,” he whispered against his throat. “Better than any dish I could make.”
Lieutenant blushed at the compliment and when he kissed his neck softly. “That’s not true.”
Lifting himself, Amon placed his hand over Lieutenant’s eyes, took the mask off his head, and then forced their lips together. Lieu tensed for just a moment before those warm lips made him melt into a big pile of goo. He kissed back, tasting Amon and himself in it. Sitting up, he dug his fingers harder into Amon’s hair, feeling intense passion.
After a few minutes, Amon pulled back only slight and stared at Lieutenant’s half covered face. His lips were moist and his cheeks were tinged pink. Amon kissed him once more before saying, “Let’s do this again some time, okay, Lieutenant?”
Lieu pushed the hand on his face back to kiss Amon again. “Every night.”
Amon smiled softly. “Always.”
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