Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

’s notes: I don’t own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters. I’m just playing with them right now, I swear I’ll put them back when I‘m done, LOL!

This is not part of my ‘this pain you feel’ series.



“Hey, Aya, I’m bored,” Yohji flopped down onto the couch across from the chair where Aya sat reading.

“Congratulations,” Aya droned, going back to his book. Omi was out with Ken at one of his soccer games, so it was just the two of them. Aya had a feeling he should’ve just gone to his room to read if he wanted to be left alone.

“No, I mean I’m really really bored!” Aya glanced up at him, Yohji was grinning from ear to ear, obviously knowing how much he was annoying him.

“Then go to a bar like you usually do,” Aya looked back down at his book, but couldn’t seem to read the words, he couldn’t focus.

Yohji moved closer to him, making Aya roll his eyes. He wasn’t going to win this one. He closed his book and looked at Yohji expectantly. What was the man smiling about?

“I don’t want to go to a bar alone tonight. Wanna come with me?” Aya shook his head. He did not want to go to a bar. He didn’t like people that close to him, especially surrounding him. Anyone could be there with you and there wasn’t a damned thing you could do about it.

“What do you want to do, Aya?” Yohji asked. Aya thought about that. What did he want to do? There was no mission tonight and the others would be out for quite a while. He was stuck with Yohji who had already killed his reading mood.

“Whatever it is I’m not going outside,” Aya decided. It wasn’t like they could play word games or anything like that, so what could they do inside?

“Drinking game?” Yohji asked. Aya thought about that. He’d never drank before, so he didn’t know how much he could handle, but he bet it was more than Yohji could take. He had more self control than Yohji.

Aya nodded, that would be interesting.

“Hell yeah!” Yohji was so energetic he was practically running to the fridge where he kept his liquor.

“What drink? We have beer, vodka, brandy, whiskey, JD, sake, uh, what else?” Aya couldn’t believe Yohji had that much alcohol in the fridge without him noticing.

“Why do you have so many?” Aya asked, coming up behind him.

“Because I didn’t know what you would like,” Yohji admitted with a wicked grin. The bastard had planned this?

He was going to put Yohji in his place by drinking him under the table.

“Here, dip your finger in each one and give it a try,” Yohji opened up a bottle of each and pushed them toward Aya, who did as he said, trying each one.

Aya didn’t like any of them. He had no idea why Yohji would drink something if it tasted this bad. He shook his head, he wasn’t going to pick because they were all the same to him.

“Okay, my choice then, hmm, well, what about brandy then? I haven’t done brandy shots in a long time.” Yohji grinned as he grabbed two shot glasses and handed one to Aya.

“Whoever’s bottle is more empty or whoever finishes the bottle first.” Yohji said, handing Aya a bottle of brandy while putting another one in front of himself.

Aya filled up the glass and took a shot. It tasted nasty, but warmed on the way down. That was interesting. He didn’t give himself time to think too much about the flavour, instead he kept downing more and more, determined to beat Yohji. He could feel his cheeks heating up, he was getting light headed.

“You’re looking flushed, Aya, wanna quit?” Yohji taunted. Aya poured more for himself. Yohji was matching him shot for shot but looked as sober as he had when they’d started.

“I’ll bet you’ve never drank any of it before, have you?” Aya shook his head, no he hadn’t. He poured another shot, this time sloshing a bit on the table.

“don’t spill it, it won’t count as a win,” Yohji warned. Bastard! Aya thought, watching Yohji pour it with a steady hand.

Aya looked at Yohji, the man was so beautiful. What would it be like to kiss him? Aya suddenly looked away, realizing what he had just been thinking. He was just glad that he was already flushed, so that Yohji wouldn’t notice him blushing.

“Lightweight,” Yohji snickered as Aya reached for the bottle and missed. When had it gotten that far away?

“I’m winning, Aya,” Yohji’s lips were damp from the brandy. Aya wanted to lean over and lick it from his lips. He went back to the bottle, managing to wrap his hand around it. Yohji reached over and helped steady his hand to pour. Yohji’s hand was so warm. Aya wondered what Yohji’s warm hands would feel like as they moved over his body. Aya had never been drunk, but he was pretty sure he was right now.

Yohji’s hand was starting to tremble as it helped him pour. Good, at least Yohji wasn’t completely unaffected by their game.

“Your eyes look so beautiful right now,” Yohji said very quietly, almost like he didn’t want Aya to hear.

“W…why?” Aya asked, his eyes locked to Yohji’s emerald ones.

“Because they’re open and honest, not like the mask you put up,” Yohji’s hand released his to trace the knuckles against his cheek. Aya’s eyes widened, what was he…Yohji leaned in and pressed their lips together. Aya gasped with surprise. But Yohji took it as an invitation and claimed him in a breathtaking kiss. Aya’s head was fuzzy, there was a part of him telling him that he should pull away to save face so that Yohji couldn‘t taunt him about it in the morning, but he didn‘t want to. He wrapped his arms around Yohji’s neck and yanked him closer, not caring that he knocked over one of the bottles, spilling brandy all over the table.

“Calm down, Aya,” Yohji whispered against his lips, drawing back. Aya stared into Yohji’s eyes. They were so filled with need, and something else, something warmer.

“What do you think of me, Aya?” Yohji asked, standing up and dragging his chair over until they were sitting side by side.

“Good backup. Fast with…”

“Not on missions, I want to know what you think of me as a person,” Yohji was staring at him, it made him nervous.

“Womanizing jerk…b…beautiful and…caring jerk!” Aya couldn’t really put things into words very well right now. Yohji laughed at that.

“So I’m beautiful, am I? How can someone as beautiful as you even call anyone else that?” Yohji leaned in close to his ear, brushing a kiss along his cheek on the way. Aya shuddered.

“Do you like me, Aya? Do you find me attractive?” Yohji whispered. Aya felt like he would melt at Yohji’s closeness, he wanted to wrap himself in those strong arms.

“Uhnhn,” Aya answered.

“What the hell is uhnh?” Yohji chuckled against his ear.

“Yes,” Aya admitted. How could he not find Yohji beautiful? Aya wasn’t one to lust after anyone, but he often found himself having to look at anything but Yohji to keep from fantasizing about him. He would keep his eyes averted completely or keep his eyes only on Yohji’s eyes, staring him down to keep from lusting after him.

“Do you know what I want to do to you?” Yohji asked. Aya drew back, confused. He’d thought all Yohji’d wanted was to make a fool out of him for getting drunk first.

“Oh, that look. You’re so cute when you feel out of the loop. I can tell exactly what you’re thinking. I’ll show you a taste of what I want to do to you,” Yohji trailed his tongue down Aya’s throat, tracing along the vein before dipping down and pressing kisses down to his chest.

Aya’s eyes widened as Yohji grasped his shirt and yanked it up over his head and off. What is he doing? Yohji’s hands felt so good as they slid over his back, moving down and around to his front, sliding up his chest.

“I won’t completely take advantage of you, Aya, you’re pissed drunk.” Yohji chuckled. Aya gasped as Yohji grabbed him and pulled him up into his lap, straddling him. He didn’t know what to do!

He grabbed Yohji’s shoulders in his hands, trying to hold on. Yohji was right, he was really drunk if he was having a hard time holding himself up.

“You okay?” Yohji asked, looking into his eyes. Aya nodded, yeah, he would be fine, he just needed to stay as still as possible.

Yohji kissed him again, this time deeper, more desperate. Aya whimpered with need.

“God damn, babe, you keep making noises like that and I won’t be able to stop,” Yohji purred in his ear. Aya gasped at the sensation of Yohji’s breath on his ear.

“You’re so sensitive,” Yohji chuckled as Aya grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him back down for another kiss.

The front door slammed, startling Aya. He scrambled out of Yohji’s lap, nearly falling on his ass in the process.

“Can you believe it? Right at the last second!” Ken was practically shouting.

“Aya, come on, let me put you to bed,” Yohji sighed. The mood was killed and now Aya looked spooked. There was no way Aya was going to let him help. He hadn’t been planning on screwing him tonight, but he had wanted to jack them together. He’d wanted to see what Aya would look like as he came.

Aya nearly fell as he took off toward his room. Yohji hung his head in his hands. Shit. He hoped Aya remembered in the morning. What he wouldn’t give to see Aya, all hot and bothered, coming crawling back to him tomorrow, or even the next day. He’d wanted Aya for years, and had planned this night over and over. The last thing he’d planned for, while Aya’s eyes were desperate and his lips swollen from kisses, was for Omi and Ken to come back before he was done. He hadn’t realized he’d spent so much time taunting Aya that they’d run out of time altogether. He could still taste Aya on his lips.

Damn, he had it bad.

Author’s notes: Okay, here’s another story started. Hope everyone likes it so far.