20-Aug-2001
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. I merely borrow them for my own amusement, and hopefully yours. They are owned by Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency.
Rating: PG
Pairings: 1 + 2 implied
Warnings: This might invoke some off color thoughts
Spoilers: absolutely none, except for the food in this fic, if it gets left out of the fridge.
"C'mon, Heero – just try it," Duo said.
"No, and get that thing out of my face," Heero replied.
"Just this once, and I promise I'll never ask you again," Duo pleaded.
"I said no, and I also said get it out of my face. That thing is not going to touch my lips - ever," Heero was adamant, the glare in his eyes and the stubbornness in his voice were warning Duo to back off - only Duo wasn't heeding that warning.
"Go figure. Heero Yuy, `the perfect soldier', is nothing but a big chicken," Duo began to make clucking sounds.
"You are not goading me into this, Duo, so just back off," Heero snarled.
"You'll love it, I promise," Duo prompted.
"Somehow I doubt it," was his answer.
"Geez, Heero. Where's your sense of adventure?" Duo chided.
"I save that for the battlefield," Heero remarked, "look at it, it's just a big piece of flesh, and the color is disgusting."
"Watch me. If I can do it you can do it," Duo placed the plump meat in his mouth and began to nibble as he moaned over its taste and feel as it slid around his tongue and down his throat.
Heero began to gag, "that is the most revolting thing I've ever seen."
"But it was damned tasty," Duo grinned and smacked his lips, "I promise, put it in your mouth and if you don't like it, then you can remove it."
"No! Now leave me alone about it."
"If you give it a try, I'll make you a promise," Duo vowed.
"What?" Heero's curiosity was piqued.
Duo leaned close and whispered in Heero's ear, Heero in turn nodded his head, a smile gracing his face before he opened his mouth.
"I know you're going to like this," Duo said as he fed Heero his first taste of temaki. (1)
Heero tentatively tasted, slowly rolling the sushi around his mouth before he began to chew, marveling over the textures and flavors that both mixed and separated as it broke apart before he swallowed.
"I admit, that didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. In fact, it tasted pretty good."
"I told you," Duo said triumphantly, "here, now try the sashimi."
"Not in a million years," came Heero's obstinate reply.
Owari
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