Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Burning Question ❯ Chapter 8

It's been quite a while since I last had to wait in line at a nightclub. Tonight, naturally, is no exception: Kudoh and I, we make quite the pair. Plus, the club-rat seems to know the bouncer. We're admitted straight in, no waiting. It's strange, though; it's not difficult for good-looking males to get inside at the sort of clubs I frequent, but regular clubs usually only let women in without waiting. Unless…No, this place definitely isn't a gay club…

 

 

“Don't sweat it, Aya; this club is for…everyone. It's one of my favourites, too. Hot women ahoy!”

 

 

Kudoh had to lean right up close to my ear so I'd hear that…the pulsing beat is fairly loud, but nothing really out of the ordinary for a club. No, the feel of his breath right in my ear did not make me start. I'm in charge here; he's the one that's going to feel uncomfortable. I know what that bastard would absolutely love…there has to be someone I know here…Ah, there! I slept with him a fair while ago, whatever his name was…I don't think I ever bothered to find out…

 

 

“Huh? Mmmmm, hey there, Red…”

 

 

He jumps when I walk over and slip my hand around his waist, but I can't hear anything else he says over the frankly quite generic dance track. Not that it matters. I'm only with this guy to make Kudoh take notice, and hopefully put his world completely off its axis. If he was telling the truth when he said that he'd never been with a guy, the sight of me doing just that should probably knock him for six. He'd better enjoy the show…if I remember correctly, this man wasn't really one of the best I've ever encountered…

 

 

“Let's dance.”

 

 

This time, it's me leaning close to talk; and that was most certainly a shiver that ran through this guy's spine when I did. Some people are just so easy to manipulate. Oh look, the male whore over there has found a few female counterparts to entertain him…Well, it's my turn to provide the entertainment now. I believe that if we move just to the side, there's a clear path between us…Kudoh's looking straight at me.

 

 

“Oh, Red, fuck yeah!”

 

 

I make sure to pull this guy as close as I possibly can…one of my hands is running down his silver shirt-clad back, the other tangled in his long, blonde hair…huh, I never noticed earlier, but he does have quite similar hair to Kudoh….though I have a feeling that Kudoh's would be softer…he has his hands resting on my hips, making sure that our groins stay in contact as much as possible. I can feel that he's starting to get hard; I'm not feeling anything, though, because I'm too focused on the slut sitting directly in front of us, watching me with a look of…detached fascination. That's not good enough- I drop my hand from this man's back to rest on his ass, and Kudoh freezes, stopping whatever trivial actions he was keeping up with his trashy little harem. I've got him!

 

 

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I never thought I'd live to see the day that Aya would make intimate physical contact with another person- let alone another man! But watching Aya, in those obscene pants and shimmering blue top, actually writhing up against some random guy…it's…oh, to Hell with everything, it's outrageously hot, okay? So hot that I'm running on autopilot with the women around me, when usually I'd be making an effort with girls this pretty…

 

 

“But they're only pretty; there's an absolutely gorgeous man in front of you, staring directly into your eyes…”

 

 

…I don't think I've ever heard THAT particular voice in my head…that incredibly persuasive, sensual, male voice…No, I'm NOT gay. Kudoh Yohji is straight, it's women or bust. And there are currently three willing and eager females around me, all trying to get me to leave with one of them. Hell, I could probably leave with all three of them. They aren't wearing much, either…yet I still can't tear my eyes away from Aya and his partner...Aya, who currently has his lips fastened to the neck of whoever that dude is…Fuck, this is too much, I have to get out of here…

 

 

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Ah, crap, Kudoh's taken off, leaving three very put-out-looking hussies in his wake. Seems like this is my cue to exit stage right, and find that snivelling coward. I pull away from whatever this guy's name is, removing his hands from where they'd started creeping inside my waistband. Without a word, I leave him standing there, feeling like a complete cocktease yet not caring in the least. Even with the full-on contact, I'm not the slightest bit hard. What a useless idiot that man was. Complete waste of skin. I bet Kudoh could…nothing. Where has that fool gone? He only just went through the doors. He can't have gotten far…

 

 

“Didn't think that you'd follow me out…I'd hate to have gotten in the way of you and your little toy.”

 

Is that…jealousy in Kudoh's voice? It can't be. I was never very proficient at gauging people's emotions; it must be something else. Probably just the effects of me messing with him. Which is what I wanted, right? Yes, I wanted to make him uncomfortable, torture him with something that I knew he couldn't handle. Just like he's done to me many times before. But…this time…did I go too deep? I'm following him into an alley, to get us out of the fairly crowded streets, away from prying ears…

 

 

“Well, I assumed that you had enough filthy skanks to entertain you appropriately. You didn't seriously think that I was going to sit there, fending off overly enthusiastic and under-dressed women, did you?”

 

 

And now he's glowering at me. He really needs practice, his glare is pitiful. I'm not feeling in the least bit intimidated or frightened. Unhappiness looks quite out of place on his features…his face is much better-looking when he smiles…Oh God, now I'm sure the look on my face is far out-glaring his own. But it's directed at myself; I'm a fool, too. This is not the proper time to be entertaining ridiculous thoughts about Kudoh's smile.

 

 

“You may think that I sleep with ANYONE who throws themselves on me, but I don't. They have to be gorgeous, clean, and relatively classy. I don't do filthy little sluts. I have standards. I only do people, well, like you…If you were a woman, I mean!”

 

 

That last sentence came out really quite quickly. I think that Kudoh is more unsettled than his face is showing. I suppose that my efforts over the past week have compounded to completely mess with his sense of self…excellent. I hope that he is beginning to realise that not everyone will fall at his feet in the face of his overt sensuality…ESPECIALLY not me…

 

 

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Oh, fuck. I'm standing in an alley, alone with a man who either hates me, likes me, wants to murder me, loves me or some combination of those things. I just want to go back to a club, any club, find a woman, and fall into my usual routine of drunken one-night stands. Instead, I'm getting a death glare, level 4, from a gorgeously androgenous creature who is making me feel something I've never even considered. EVER. And all this is making me say some ridiculously stupid stuff.

 

 

“You keep saying that, Kudoh, but I'm finding it difficult to process the fact that you've never been with a man…thought about being with a man…dreamt about being with a man…”

 

 

He's taunting me. Daring me, I can just feel it. But what does he WANT from me? What is Aya trying to prove by completely messing with me, asking to go out then abandoning me in favour of some loser who…had a similar build and hair to me…while keeping full eye contact with me…?

 

 

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He's just…staring at me. Oh God, this feels painfully familiar…the look on his face, I've never seen it in reality, but I have witnessed it before…No, no, this cannot be happening, Kudoh cannot POSSIBLY be considering…FUCK! He's kissing me…his lips aren't as soft as I imagined, his kiss is demanding, yet at the same time, strangely…tentative...maybe he really has never been with another guy before! He caught me off guard, and my mouth opened slightly, allowing his tongue entry, and he's running it against my own…and then, just as suddenly as he began, his mouth is gone, leaving me gasping for air…

 

 

“I…I'm so sorry, Aya…it's just that…you were, you ARE…just ridiculously beautiful tonight. I don't know what's going on…I've truly never felt anything but friendship for another man before, and I don't know…I'm going home. There's a bottle of Jack in my room, and that's just what I need to get through this…are you coming, or should I go without you?”

 

 

He thinks that HE'S the confused one…with just one kiss, Kudoh brought my cock to attention far more than several songs worth of grinding up against Mr Anonymous did…Oh shit no, I've fucked up…fucked up badly…I need to get home, NOW. Looks like I'm riding with Kudoh…at least we didn't come far from the Koneko…Oh God.