Title: Naked Sushi
Author: Jade
Pairing: 1x2
Warnings: yaoi, complete and total PWP
Notes: Ok, this is a shameless PWP, but I'm sure you don't mind. This came from a very late night conversation with Kelley. Apparently this really does exist. Hope you like!
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell

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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 me�

Despite the sleazy name, the interior of the restaurant looked surprisingly respectable. A hostess greeted them politely and showed them to their private room. Quatre whispered to the hostess, then she disappeared. The door closed behind her.

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 definitely smirking.

Heero glared around the table. "I don't think this is a very good idea�"

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 the� present was.

Heero tried one more time. "I don't like�"

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 maki� 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 tonight�

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 expectantly.

"I� don'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 it�" Duo started to look sad.

"You� all of you� 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 birthday� 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 hopefully.

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," Quatre explained.

"I've never of heard of that tradition before," Wufei observed.

"That's because I just made it up!" giggled the blond boy in delight.

"That's naughty, little one," Trowa said. "But strangely appropriate."

"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 was heavenly.

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 me?"

Heero answered, "What do you want me to do?"

Duo smiled, "Well, first I want to eat. Then, I want dessert�" Duo gave Heero the sexiest look he had ever seen, a look that made Heero's knees weak. "Feed me?"

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 mouth.

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 the table.

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 so long.

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.

"Oh� god� Heero� so good�" 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 climax.

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," Heero whispered.

"Happy Birthday, Heero. I love you too," answered Duo.

The End