Title: Naked Sushi
Rating: NC-17 (well, R at the moment, but you
Warnings: yaoi, complete and total PWP
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue, don't ask,
Heero was not happy. Somehow, the rest of the pilots
had found out when his
birthday was, and insisted on "celebrating." They
wanted to drag him off to
some mysterious restaurant, and they wouldn't
tell him where. Heero did not
feel like celebrating. It was just another day
to him. Heero suspected the
braided baka of being behind this, as usual, but
he felt disappointed when
the other boys told him Duo was not going to be
joining them until later.
Some birthday, he mused in annoyance.
The limo (provided by Quatre of course) pulled
up in front of a neon-lit
building. Heero looked out and winced as he read
the lurid sign. "NAKED
SUSHI," it proclaimed proudly, and suddenly Heero
remembered the news reports
of the hype surrounding the place. Apparently,
inside, rich businessmen paid
ridiculous amounts of money to eat sushi off the
unclothed bodies of virgins.
Oh, god, he groaned to himself. He did not want
to deal with this, and he
also did not want to have to explain why not.
The other pilots were giving
him no options, however, and they dragged him
in. At least Duo isn't here,
Heero thought, I don't think I could handle watching
him drool all over some
girl when all I want is for him to drool over
Despite the sleazy name, the interior of the restaurant
respectable. A hostess greeted them politely and
showed them to their private
room. Quatre whispered to the hostess, then she
disappeared. The door closed
Quatre beamed at Heero. "I hope you don't mind,
but we took the liberty of
ordering for you," the blond said before inexplicably
dissolving into giggles.
Wufei added, "I think we know what you like by
now." The dark-haired boy was
Heero glared around the table. "I don't think this
is a very good ideaâw¦"
Just then, the door opened and a man backed in,
pulling a large rolling table
behind him. Heero had just a glimpse of lots of
skin and hair before Trowa
stood in front of him to block the view. "No peeking
at your present," the
brown-haired boy said impassively.
"Fine," Heero grunted and turned his back on the
proceedings. Muffled sounds
and words went on behind him, then the door opened
and closed once again.
Heero started to struggle when he felt a blindfold
go over his eyes.
"Relax," whispered Quatre in his ear. "No one's
going to hurt you."
Heero allowed the blindfold grudgingly. He felt
hands guide him around the
table to where he knew theâh¦ present
Heero tried one more time. "I don't likeâ
He was cut off by Quatre's voice. "Now, Heero,
listen. I'm sure you've heard
of this place. They're quite famous. They search
the world over to find the
most beautiful, most pure virgins to present to
only the most special
clients. These virgins are then covered by the
freshest, most delicious
sushi, and nothing else, and presented to the
lucky man. They've gone to an
awful lot of trouble for you. Don't you want to
see your personal beauty,
selected just for you?"
Heero was about to grumble, no, when someone abruptly
removed his blindfold.
Before he could protest, he was shoved forward
so he had no choice but to see
the display before him.
All he could see at first was a slim, sleek form.
The person was on their
stomach, so not much else was visible save smooth
skin and a very firm
looking behind. Heero's eyes traveled up the slim
body, which was covered
with his favorite types of sushi: toro, anago,
hamachi, keppa makiâh¦ His eyes
paused when they saw a very familiar looking mass
of chestnut hair.
Heero took another step towards the head of the
table. The face was hidden,
almost shyly, behind a curtain of flowing hair.
He extended a trembling hand
and swept back the hair. If he was wrong, a few
pilots were going to die
The hair parted, revealing two gorgeous violet
eyes and a saucy grin. "Happy
Birthday, Heero," Duo purred. "Surprised?"
Heero was speechless. His brain tried to process
all the new information that
had just been presented to him. Duo. Naked. In
front of him. For him. Duo
wanted him? Duo was a virgin?
Heero realized Duo, and the rest of the boys, were
staring at him
"Iâdon't know what to say," Heero managed.
"Say thank you," Duo suggested in a sultry voice.
Then his face fell. "Unless
you don't want me? They talked me into itâ?¦"
Duo started to look sad.
"Youâ?¦ all of youâ?¦
did this for me?" Heero said in amazement.
Quatre piped up, "We were all getting tired of
you two stumbling around each
other. It was just too obvious that the two of
you were meant for each other.
We thought you needed a push." The blond giggled.
Wufei and Trowa smirked.
"Then Duo asked us what he should get you for
your birthdayâ?¦ the rest, as
they say, is history."
Heero looked at Duo. Duo smiled as innocently as
is possible when you're
naked and covered with fish, rice and seaweed.
"Hungry, Hee-chan?" he said
Heero looked down at the luscious treat before
him. Duo giggled as he saw
Heero's body answer for him. Spandex doesn't hide
much. Neither does sushi.
Quatre appeared next to Heero and handed him a
pair of chopsticks. "By
sharing the first piece of sushi, the two of you
are symbolically linked,"
"I've never of heard of that tradition before,"
"That's because I just made it up!" giggled the
blond boy in delight.
"That's naughty, little one," Trowa said. "But
"Sounds good to me," Duo chimed in.
Heero stared at Duo. He wanted nothing more than
to be linked, symbolically
or otherwise, with Duo. He looked down the length
of Duo's back, and
delicately picked up a piece of toro with the
chopsticks. He offered it first
to Duo, who took a small nibble and licked his
lips seductively. Then Heero
put the rest in his mouth and let the delicious
morsel melt in his mouth.
Then he leaned down and captured the long-haired
boy's mouth with his own in
a heated kiss. Duo's mouth opened immediately,
granting Heero's tongue
access. The mingled taste of the sushi and Duo
Quatre, Trowa and Wufei all applauded. "I think
we'll leave you two alone
now," Quatre said diplomatically. They filed out,
and Quatre paused at the
door. "Happy birthday, Heero. He's all yours."
Heero looked at Duo. "Is that true?"
Duo asked, "I've always been yours. You just didn't
know it. Kiss me."
Heero did as he was told, kneeling next to Duo
and burying his hands in the
chestnut locks. Gently touching his lips to Duo's,
he gently parted Duo's
lips with his tongue. Duo moaned into Heero's
mouth as the cobalt-eyed boy
slowly explored him with his tongue. They parted,
finally, short of breath.
Duo lowered his head onto his hands and looked
up at Heero. "Now that you
have me, Heero, what are you going to do with
Heero answered, "What do you want me to do?"
Duo smiled, "Well, first I want to eat. Then, I
want dessertâDuo gave Heero
the sexiest look he had ever seen, a look that
made Heero's knees weak. "Feed
Heero proceeded to share the sushi with Duo, alternately
feeding Duo and
himself. They paused often to passionately kiss,
and soon Heero was finding
it difficult to ignore his aching arousal.
Giving up on the chopsticks, Heero had an idea.
Bending over the naked Duo,
Heero began to eat the sushi directly from his
skin. Duo moaned as he felt
Heero's tongue running up and down the skin of
his back. When Heero's tongue
reached the curve of his ass, Duo arched up off
the table to meet Heero's
Heero kissed and licked his way back up Duo's smooth
back, taking his time
and driving the violet eyed boy wild. At the same
time, Heero lightly ran his
fingertips over Duo's upper thigh, moving upwards
to cup his gorgeous ass.
Duo moaned in protest and started thrusting against
Heero reached Duo's mouth, and claimed it again.
As he plundered Duo's mouth,
Heero ran his hands all over Duo's perfect body,
just as had dreamed of for
Deciding that he had had enough sushi, Heero pushed
the rest out of the way
and rolled Duo over onto his back. Looking down
at Duo, Heero decided that
the longhaired boy was even more beautiful than
in his dreams. Duo lay back,
hair spilling off the table, passion burning in
his eyes, manhood rock hard
and dripping. Heero tortured himself with anticipation
for a brief moment,
before he could hold himself back no longer. He
crushed his mouth to Duo's as
he gathered the boy in his arms and lifted him
effortlessly off the table.
Duo moaned and wrapped his arms around Heero's
neck as he melted into his
arms. Still kissing, Heero gently lowered Duo
to the floor. Duo pulled
impatiently at the tank top, so Heero broke the
kiss long enough to strip it
off. Heero felt Duo's hands on the waistband of
the spandex and moaned as the
longhaired boy tried to pull them off. The pants
were caught on Heero's
impressive erection, but that didn't stop Duo;
he reached inside and caressed
the rock hard flesh he'd wanted for so long. Heero
finally wiggled out of the
spandex, panting from Duo's hands on him.
Finally, there were no more barriers between them.
Clothes and inhibitions
forgotten, the two boys moved desperately together
on the floor. Straddling
Duo, Heero lowered himself to touch naked skin
to naked glistening skin.
Slowly, Heero pressed against Duo, inch by inch,
until the final electric
moment when their throbbing arousals touched.
Both boys moaned as searing
flesh met at long last. Rocking his hips against
Heero's, Duo sought more
excruciating friction. Duo's hands gripped Heero's
iron biceps as he wantonly
thrusted. Only Heero's insistence, and firm control,
kept Duo from bringing
them both off this way.
Changing position, Heero now knelt between Duo's
legs. Smiling, Duo spread
his legs apart for Heero, wrapping them around
Heero's waist in obvious
invitation. As if further explanation were needed,
Duo pressed a small tube
into Heero's hands. Smiling at his friends' foresight,
Heero set about
preparing his virgin lover.
Determined not to hurt Duo, Heero took his time
stretching the violet-eyed
boy. Duo, however, ever short on patience, kept
pushing back on Heero's
fingers and protesting the wait. Heero silenced
Duo with another kiss, and
added a third finger, deliberately brushing Duo's
magic spot. Heero was
rewarded by an inarticulate cry, and Duo arching
up off the floor. Wide-eyed,
Duo looked up at Heero.
"Need you. In me. Now," Duo managed to moan.
Heero couldn't speak, but removed his fingers and
lubricated his aching
arousal. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips
against Duo's mouth and pressed
his manhood against Duo's entrance. He felt Duo's
mouth open as he pushed his
erection slowly into him.
so goodâ?¦" Duo moaned as Heero slowly claimed him. Inch by
inch, Heero slid into Duo and made him his own.
Finally, he was fully inside
the long haired boy, and Heero made himself pause.
Duo squeezed Heero with his long legs, trying to
make the other boy move.
Being filled by Heero was so perfect, so right,
and he wanted more. But Heero
refused to move until he felt Duo relax around
him. Then he began.
Heero began with slow, long strokes that tantalized
Duo with emptiness and
fullness. But when Heero sped up his rhythm, both
feelings merged into one of
indescribable friction. Every stroke of Heero's
hardness touched that spot
deep within Duo, and with every stroke Duo became
more fully Heero's.
When Heero was certain that Duo could take it,
he surrendered to the urge to
pound his lover with deep, hard thrusts. Every
thrust called up a sound of
ecstasy from the violet eyed boy, and drew them
both closer to the edge of
Making love to Duo was all he'd ever dreamed it
would be; looking down at the
boy writhing beneath him, Heero was sure he could
never feel this good again.
This much feeling wasn't possible, but he was
living it. Nothing else in the
world mattered except this room, this moment,
this feeling, this love.
Heero felt Duo tighten around him and knew the
edge was near. He wrapped his
hand around Duo's dripping arousal and stroked
in time with his thrusts.
Almost immediately, Duo cried out Heero's name
and climaxed in a blaze of
creamy glory. One more thrust into heaven and
Heero was there too, filling
Duo with all his pent-up passion.
Together they collapsed, sweaty and shaky, on the
floor. "Ai shiteru, Duo,"
"Happy Birthday, Heero. I love you too," answered