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"Sushi"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: Hard Core NC 17 Warnings: AU, Heavy NCS, Rape, violence (moderate),
Torture/Bondage, Group Sex Pairings: 1x3x4x5XX2 Summary: Duo’s new job drops him into a strange
world of sex, torture and intrigue. "Sushi" Ch 1 “Duo! Wait!” “Shit, thanks,” he huffed stuffing one of the smaller coolers under his arm and taking the portable refrigeration unit from his partner. “Go!” Hilde urged shoving him down the dock. “You’re gonna be late!” “I know!” Duo grumbled dodging a coil of rope that lay on the dock as he hurried toward his next engagement. The business had started as a joke over a drink at the tiki bar where he worked as a part time cook but once the boaters and yachtsmen learned of his skills the orders seemed to never stop. Sushi wasn’t even his specialty but the thought of having their catch turned into a spectacular dinner the moment it was caught turned out to be a big hit among his clientele. Hilde took care of the books and setting appointments so all he had to do was show up, slap a California roll together and slam eighty dollar vodka with the boys. It was a lifestyle he relished beyond the comprehension of most as his origins had been poor and his opportunities few. “Hi, Duo!” a young lady that he recognized from a gig the previous week waved from her father’s yacht. “Oh, hi… uh… Sylvia!” he grinned leaping over a cooler and bait bucket by their slip. He didn’t slow down to chat with the girl however, as his new client was probably already waiting impatiently. It wasn’t that he was really late but it wasn’t every day one got commissioned by the soul heir of WEI. He’d been delighted that the young blond had come personally to request his services, the fact that his guests were of Asian descent bringing more than just the usual butterflies to his stomach as he approached his goal, his arms loaded with the freshest ingredients he could find in the hope of making a good impression. “Duo!” “Mr. Winner!” the braided boy replied slowing as he neared the boarding ramp. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting?” he asked surveying the small yacht and finding himself pleasantly pleased that it wasn’t eighty feet long. “Not at all, and please, call me, Quatre,” the blond smiled welcoming him aboard. Duo returned the warm greeting allowing him to offer him a hand both in boarding and carrying his containers. He smiled brightly when a second young man, one a bit taller and thinner than Quatre but about the same age appeared and offered his help as well. “This is Trowa,” Quatre explained leaning into the taller boy in a way that made Duo pause and reassess his position but he’d never considered himself a prude and offered his hand amiably. “Duo,” he informed the new comer whose mouth curled only slightly as he firmly gripped Duo’s hand, an action that seemed to take a moment too long and left him feeling as if he’d just been weighed and measured. “You can put those over there,” Quatre told him indicating the bow of the forty foot Moody sailing yacht where his friend was taking the rest of his things. “What’re you fishing for?” Duo asked. “The guys on the Holly Pearl said the sheep head were running this morning,” Quatre replied. Duo made a note of what he had brought and the fact that yesterdays catch had been mostly grouper and red fish making the necessary adjustments to his equipment and condiments. He wondered about the additional members of the team when the engines suddenly kicked on but hadn’t seen anyone in the cockpit before then. Quatre and Trowa busied themselves with casting off as they slowly began to move away from the dock and Duo glanced back curious to see who was driving but all he got a look at was the deeply bronzed skin of a guys stomach where it peeked out from under the awning over the wheel. Asian skin defiantly tanned well. “I thought we were having sushi,” Trowa commented as Duo set up his grill. “Not all fish is good raw,” he explained adding, “But don’t worry. I’ll make your mouth water whatever we catch.” “Inevitably.” Duo turned instantly at the silken sound of the comment to find himself face to face with the blackest eyes he’d ever seen. There was a depth to them that went well beyond the youthful appearance of the boy’s face and an expression that held the promise of worlds beyond his comprehension. “Be nice, Wufei,” Quatre admonished tossing a beer at the newcomers head and Duo swallowed a very large lump that had appeared in his throat when the guy smirked and caught it without ever taking his gaze from Duo. “Um… are you guys… business partners?” Duo asked cautiously easing away from the guy. He was sure this was one of the guests Quatre had hired him to entertain as he appeared to be of Chinese descent but he wasn’t so sure there was much he could do that would actually impress him. His eyes flickered to the dock gauging how very far it was away already when Wufei popped the cap of his bottle with his thumb and happily replied… “Playmates.” “Would you like something to drink?” Quatre asked pushing a bottle into his hand as he tried to reconcile the comment with the company. “How did you get into this line of work?” Trowa inquired taking the beer the blond boy was offering. “Hn?” Duo grunted pulling his eyes from the quickly receded shore, his gaze once again pausing on the slip of taunt stomach moving fluidly beneath the awning in the cockpit before his attention was stolen away by Quatre’s persistence. “Where did you learn to make sushi?” “I live in a dock house,” Duo explained absently going back to the familiarity of his job. “You’re kidding, right?” Trowa deadpanned. “No,” Duo replied trying to get his bearings. “How long are we going to be out?” “That all depends on the fish,” Quatre laughed. “And how good you are,” Wufei grinned, his supple mouth suckling softly on his bottle of beer. “I hope they’re biting then,” Duo commented casually in spite of the growing nervousness in his gut. “Because Hilde’s got me set up for another gig in a couple of hours. “I booked you for the night,” Quatre smiled slipping gracefully into Trowa’s lap. Duo’s lips went suddenly dry, his eyes once again darting to the cockpit before coming to rest on Wufei’s sparkling amusement. “Where’re we headed?” “Captain Capen marked a couple of spots on the chart that are supposed to be ‘secret fishing holes’,” Quatre grinned waggling his brows. Duo noticed the way Trowa’s hand crept over the blond boy’s hip and down his ass as he settled deeper into his lap as his mind linked Captain Capen to the Holly Pearl. His eyes drifted back to the cockpit and its silent occupant as he set some cucumbers, scallions and radishes on his board, his gaze lighting on Wufei’s smug expression as he slowly but purposefully drew his large knife. “Would you like to start with a salad?” he asked expertly chopping the vegetables, his hands moving with practiced ease over the familiar surface. “You have been doing this for a while,” Trowa observed. “About three months,” Duo shrugged flipping the knife from one hand to another, each moving in perfect time to quickly chop, slice and mince as was needed. “That’s all?!” Quatre gasped almost spilling his beer as he choked. “That’s amazing!” “Naw,” Duo smiled making sure to glance at Wufei as he explained, “I’ve just always been good with a blade.” Much to his dismay however, the show did nothing to deter the Chinese boy’s ever increasing flirtations as he grinned, sipped his beer and interjected, “Beautiful and talented.” Duo’s knife hit the board so hard it stuck, his hands quickly arranging his work as he commented, “Hilde’ll have to vouch for that.” “I thought you were just partners,” Quatre grinned clearly amused by the subject as he added, “At least, that’s what her boyfriend said.” “She hasn’t always been exclusive,” Duo grinned suggestively hoping the lie wasn’t too obvious but all that really mattered was that Wufei got the message that he was straight. “Doesn’t matter,” Trowa smiled shifting Quatre to straddle his lap, his emerald eyes gazing intently at Duo’s mildly absent expression as he began to nibble on the whimpering blonde’s throat and Wufei tacked on… “Yeah, until you’ve had a man you’re still a virgin.” Duo’s hand reached instinctively for the knife, the uneasy feeling in his stomach making him feel ill as his mind frantically searched for a response but, “I’ll take you’re word for it,” was the best he could do. “Don’t be shy,” Quatre giggled thrusting his hips into Trowa’s rising lap. “You haven’t lived until you’ve had a good, hard…” “I believe,” a strong, even tenor cut through the salty breeze sending a chill down Duo’s spine that had nothing to do with the cold spray of the sea. “Someone mentioned a salad?” “Yeah!” Duo barked seizing the opportunity to change the subject. “It’ll just take a…” but his words stalled as he turned, the knife in his hand almost falling from his lax grip as he took in the imposing visage of the final member of their crew. He was Japanese, no doubt, from the almond shaped eyes right down the powerful, narrow hips that were the only thing holding up the flimsy running shorts he wore. Other than the small bit of white silk that only just barely clothed the obvious presence of an ample, semi-firm endowment between his strong, toned thighs he wore nothing but an expression of deepest intent in his oddly blue eyes as he gazed upon their stunned guest. “I…uh,” Duo began having to wet his lips before he could continue. “What kind of … dressing do you want on that?” Quatre snickered into Trowa’s hair as Duo’s words slowly petered out, the dual meaning of some of the words rising like a dark shadow in his mind but the Japanese boy merely smiled and inquired… “Have you any oil? “Y…es,” Duo replied wishing all of a sudden he hadn’t. “That will do,” the guy informed him walking fluidly by, his mere presence seemingly enough to dump Quatre on the floor a he passed by. “Hiiro!” the blond boy scolded thumping indignantly on the deck. “Get up,” Hiiro told him pulling one of the larger fishing poles from its holder and tossing it to Wufei who caught it deftly and arched a brow. “We’re gonna fish?” Quatre chirped making Duo’s stomach turn flip flops at the idea that he apparently hadn’t thought they would for some reason. “I’m hungry,” Hiiro replied, his tone soft as a wolf’s sigh as he peered back over his shoulder at the resident chef. Duo swallowed hard feeling his gaze along his skin but set to work in spite of the odd proceedings. It was a balm to be doing something familiar, something ordinary in the midst of what was becoming the strangest trip of his life. Quatre and Trowa backed off to playing slap ass and flirting shamelessly with each other while they pretended to fish while Hiiro and Wufei set to bringing supper aboard. Duo watched the group as the late afternoon wore on, his contribution to keep salads and appetizers readily available and fetch the odd beer or two. Quatre had been on his third before he noticed that Duo hadn’t finished his first and took a break from rubbing himself all over Trowa to bully him into a chug contest. Slowly, Duo began to loosen up, the strange events of their departure seeming distant and harmless as the beer and excitement helped settled his nerves. He cheered as loudly as the others when Hiiro brought aboard his first catch, a twenty-two pound red grouper that made Quatre squeal and jump on Trowa’s back as it flopped around on the deck but Duo had a feeling it had more to do with the blond boy’s constant desire to be in contact with Trowa than the fish itself. He was in full swing to tend to it when Trowa suddenly snapped it up depositing it on the deck where he magically produced a deadly looking fillet knife and displayed a skill that robbed it of its flesh and dropped Duo’s jaw before the creature ever stopped breathing. “Keep practicing!” Quatre cackled taking his boyfriend to the deck with the weight of his kiss. Duo blushed for more reason than being shown up with a knife and turned his attention to the fresh fish at his disposal. The pink meat sizzled when it hit the grill, the timer in his head clicking off the seconds, his confidence returning as his blade flashed in the strong sunshine. He could feel the eyes upon him but he was used to that when he performed, his hands moving quickly as he prepared a meal as pleasing to the eye as the pallet but there was something different that day. Something that bored under his skin and begged for his greatest performance, something he didn’t realize was calling to him until the last scrape of the blade and he suddenly realized he was staring into Hiiro’s steel blue eyes as he held out his offering. “I…” he stuttered uncertain of what he had started to say. “You said you were hungry,” he smiled apologetically though he couldn’t reason what he felt sorry for. His confidence wavered under the intensity of Hiiro’s stare, the weight in his stomach confusing in it’s determination to turn him inside out as his hands began to slowly retreat but his lungs suddenly sucked in a burst of sun kissed wind when Hiiro’s hand suddenly closed around his wrist. His chest was instantly flooded with the strangest of emotions, a bastard mix of fear and elation, something he hadn’t felt since the last time he went sky diving and faced that first moment of freefall when jumping into the open sky, only looking into Hiiro’s smoldering eyes was far more disturbing than plummeting to Earth. “It’s hot,” he warned when the Japanese boy’s other hand came to claim one of the slices, his breath catching when he stopped long enough to pierce him with his gaze again before taking the perfectly formed disk and slowly slipping it into his mouth. Duo’s knees went weak as he watched the strong jaw moving languorously, the flash of a pink tongue rolling from between supple lips to reclaim a wayward grain of rice sending a flash of heat through his body he had no idea how to deal with but it was all pushed aside when Hiiro’s fingers gently picked up another of morsels and propositioned his mouth. “It’s… for you,” he breathed unable to understand the heat radiating inside him. “Eat,” Hiiro commanded; his tone as he brought the temptation to his lips one of absolute control that Duo found he didn’t even want to disobey. The grouper roll was still hot but it was the odd feeling of the rough pad of Hiiro’s thumb brushing over his lower lip that burned his skin. His eyes slipped closed as the heat drained down his throat, the rich flavor of the food spiced and accentuated by the salty presence of the Japanese boy’s skin, the husky aroma of his scent thick and more intoxicating than the beer making him moan softly as Hiiro’s hand slowly cupped his jaw. The warning bells went off too late so that all he had time for was to gasp in shock as his eyes snapped open to find Hiiro quickly descending on him, his mouth as hot and hungry as his gaze had been as he suddenly gripped Duo’s face and delivered a brutal kiss. “Back off!” Duo barked shoving him away, his heart hammering in fear and confusion as his eyes darted from the amused expression on Wufei’s face to the delightfully expectant one’s of Quatre and Trowa. Hiiro’s brow knit unpleasantly, his disapproval plain to see but it was Quatre who sprang forward and giddily began to tease him. “Come on!” he laughed trying to get past Duo’s defenses in an attempt to rob him of his shirt. “It feels so good!” he giggled dropping to his knees to effectively dodge Duo’s hands and managing to wrap his arms around his hips. “Stop it!” Duo gasped clearly unimpressed with the game. “I don’t swing that way, damn it!” “You do now,” Quatre laughed digging his mouth into Duo’s crotch. “Quatre!?” the braided boy barked trying to peel him off, his eyes going to Trowa but all he saw there was a fond amusement as he watched until he felt his anger flare and suddenly growled, “GET OFF!” The blond boy’s slim body suddenly sailed across the deck slamming into the rail with a force that knocked the wind out of him, his eyes barely regaining their light enough to glare at him before Wufei’s warning tone evenly proclaimed, “Shouldn’t’ve done that.” There was just enough time to see the raw fury in Trowa’s eyes before his right fist connected with the left side of Duo’s face, his vision exploding in starry white light as the pain of the impact lanced down his neck and he slammed into a bench seat. The world had gone crazy, the stars were dancing in the afternoon sky while strange hands moved over his body, voices speaking in clipped, excited tones that made no sense until he suddenly snapped back to reality and realized they were quickly ridding him of his clothes. “Stop it!” he growled trying to fight but Trowa had a hold of his arms while Quatre and Wufei pulled and tugged happily on his clothes. “Oh, be still!” Quatre laughed dodging a wild kick. “You’re gonna love it!” “Fuck you!” Duo snapped as his shirt disappeared. “I’m not fucking gay! Let go!” “You just don’t know what you’re missing,” Quatre giggled hauling on his shorts. “But you’re going to find out,” Trowa hissed in his ear telling him for the first time just how very serious his situation had become. “This if fucking illegal!” Duo yelled trying to kick out again as his shorts vanished. “In what country?” Wufei snickered. “We’re in international waters.” “Jesus,” Duo breathed feeling horribly exposed in nothing but his boxers. “You guys can’t be serious. Come on, jokes over ok? Let me up.” “Hurry up.” The final determination in Hiiro’s tone sent a cold shiver down Duo’s spine, his will to resist rekindled anew as he fought desperately against his attackers. Trowa held him fast while Wufei and Quatre gathered ropes and secured his feet to the stays of the bench, his body growing fatigued as Wufei moved to hold one arm while Trowa took the other and Quatre grinned wickedly as he stood surveying their handy work. “I bet you’re sweeter that bee pollen,” the blond boy purred bending down over him. “I don’t want this!” Duo growled doing his best to head butt him but he easily avoided the attack lunging in to suck hard on his neck. “This says you do,” Quatre chuckled slipping his hand down the front of his shorts. “No!” “Just relax,” the blond soothed moving to lick at his nipples as he stroked him firmly. “I’ll make sure you love every minute of it,” he promised moving slowly down his stomach. “What kind of freak are you?!” Duo growled at Trowa who was watching his boyfriend with great relish. “How could you let him do this? He’s your boyfriend isn’t he!?” “Yeah,” Trowa groaned reaching one hand down to encourage his lover to hurry toward his goal. “Mine to do with as I please,” he grinned taking a moment to lap at Duo’s ear. The braided boy was in the mind to complain but the sudden heat of Quatre’s mouth descending on his rising erection called forth nothing more than a garbled gasp from his throat. “Work him well,” Hiiro instructed; his voice tight and full of need as it drew Duo’s attention to him, his violet eyes clenched tight as he peered through the thickening fog in his mind to see Hiiro sitting in the fight chair, his hand slowly moving up and down the swollen shaft in his lap as the sun shone down lighting his deeply bronzed body on fire. The image caused an explosion of heat deep inside Duo’s body, a heat that shot straight to his cock making it throb with need, the pleasure backwashing when Quatre groaned wantonly and lapped hungrily at the dollop of pre-cum the smoldering flash had caused and Duo growled his frustration into the uncaring sky. “You guys are insane,” he reasoned trying to ignore the delicious sensations Quatre was lavishing on his aching cock. “This is so wrong.” “This is the good part,” Quatre countered slipping his fingers down the crack of Duo’s ass. The longhaired boy bucked and growled but it only served to humor his attendant as Quatre used his own pre-cum to slather his entrance, Duo’s small cry when he pressed a fingertip inside him lighting a fire in his cerulean eyes that prompted him to retrieve the cooking oil and slick him down good. When he was satisfied his subject’s ass was sufficiently dripping with oil he grinned and tossed the bottle to Hiiro. Duo watched, captivated as the Japanese boy slowly dribbled it on his hot shaft, his mind supplying him with a great number of horrible possibilities should he decided to use the huge cock on him in ways god never intended but there was still the underlying excitement, a dark desire to know the feeling of being utterly controlled and he hated himself for it. “Move.” “But I haven’t…” “Move,” Hiiro repeated sending a second shockwave down Duo’s spine as he approached. “He’s too tight,” Quatre sighed but obeyed without further comment. “I know what he needs,” Hiiro declared kneeling between his thighs. “Please… don’t,” Duo entreated, his eyes begging for a stay of execution Hiiro obviously had no intention of granting as his eyes traveled a ravenous path down Duo’s trembling body. The braided boy knew words were fruitless even as they abandoned him. Hiiro’s hand came to rest on his chest, his fingertips hot and heavy where they moved downward, the muscles in Duo’s stomach twitching under his touch until he suddenly gasped and arched bacd when he took his cock in hand. “Damn,” Wufei chuckled tightening his grip as Duo’s body tensed. “Looks like you’ve got what he wants.” “I don’t want this!” Duo growled through gritted teeth, his eyes cracking enough to be ensnared by Hiiro’s gaze as his hand slowly slipped downward, his breath catching as rough fingers begged entrance to his body, his throat closing off as he drank in the fire in Hiiro’s eyes as he slowly pushed two fingers inside him. “S…stop!” “Fuck!” Trowa hissed unable to contain his growing excitement. “This is gonna be so fucking good.” “Of course,” Quatre smirked coming to cuddle his side. “I know what I’m doing.” “Yes,” his lover agreed offering him his mouth. “You do.” “Wh…why?” Duo grunted as the pain of the intrusion spread through his ass. “Why did you do this to me?” “Even I need a break now and then,” the blond chuckled leaning forward to whisper hot in his ear, “You’ll understand tomorrow… when your ass is deliciously sore.” “I’m not fucking gay you idiot!” Duo growled thrashing about but it did him little good. “Give us a day,” Wufei grinned reaching to pinch one dusty nipple hard. “You will be,” Trowa promised as Hiiro’s fingers slipped from inside him. “Don’t,” he pleaded feeling his legs being pushed apart, the flames in Hiiro’s eyes seeming to burn him with their touch as he leaned forward and pressed the slick, wide head of his cock against Duo’s spasming hole. “Look at me,” Hiiro ordered. “Fuck you!” Duo snarled but was forced to face him dead on by the other two boys at his side. “Open your eyes,” Hiiro instructed pressing a little deeper. “Eat shit,” Duo groaned squeezing his eyes shut against the pain but they shot open wide as a scream fell from his lips, his body arching back painfully when Hiiro shoved the entirety of his huge cock deep inside him in one, jousting thrust. “Look at me!” Hiiro commanded pulling his head back down so he could see into his eyes as he began to move. “N…no…” Duo whimpered unable to take his eyes from those of his assailant as he set a steady rhythm. “I know what you need,” Hiiro told him, his hand coming to grip his cock and stroke in time with his thrusts. “I …don’t want this!” Duo panted, his mind desperately denying the incredible pleasure that was coursing through him. “You want this!” The sudden change in angle caused him to hit something deep inside Duo’s body that ripped a harsh cry from his throat as searing waves of pure rapture flooded him body and soul. He wanted it to stop, to regain his control but was suddenly wrecked again and again, the pressure Hiiro was putting on his cock as he stroked it hard and fast building a fire inside him so fast it burned his flesh and forced inarticulate, primal growls from his throat until his voice had faded into the dimming light, his body floating on a sea of tremendous sensation as Wufei worked his nipples, Trowa chewed on his neck and ear and Quatre slipped a hand down Trowa’s pants to fondle his swollen shaft. “Look at me,” Hiiro panted forcing his head back down but he found he couldn’t blink the tears out of his eyes enough to obey even if he’d wanted to. “Open your eyes,” the Japanese boy insisted, his tone wavering in a way that spoke to Duo’s body begging it to work in time with his own but the word that fell from his lips was… “Never.” Unable to slow the raging conclusion Hiiro’s body suddenly surrendered in spite of his victim’s refusal but Duo couldn’t stop the incredible orgasm that lashed his flesh searing his mind with the undeniable truth that he had physically enjoyed the encounter. He knew however, as the heat of Hiiro’s cum filled him, the pulsating shaft being sporadically shoved up his ass reminding him that he had been royally violated, utterly desecrated in the most intimate way possible, his darkest desires perverted and used for this mans pleasure and swore he would never willingly bend to his will. When he did finally open his eyes, when the frantic motions had ebbed to a shallow thrust he saw the regret in Hiiro’s eyes and felt a fear grip his heart the likes of which he had never dreamed possible. His heart raced as the sullen Japanese boy slowly withdrew, a sadness passing over his face that chilled Duo’s soul as he slowly moved away. “Well?” Quatre inquired excitedly. Hiiro didn’t turn around to see Duo’s frightened eyes as he lay spread eagle, Hiiro’s cum slowly seeping from his ass as the others held him fast, their collective bodies fairly humming with anticipation as he quietly intoned… “Do with him what you will.” “Me first!” Quatre sang jumping to his feet. “He can’t get it up that fast,” Trowa chuckled as Duo’s eyes slid shut. “Yeah,” the blond boy grinned retrieving one
of Duo’s cucumbers. “But I can still play while we wait.”
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