Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A First Time for Everything ❯ Part III ( Chapter 3 )

A First Time for Everything

Part Three

Yohji was going slowly insane.

He'd been throwing himself at any woman he could get his hands on, at any time of the day, at any opportunity, but during every encounter it was Ken he was pounding into, Omi he was kissing and the hands stroking his back were Aya's despite the long nails that scratched him, the taste of lipstick on the lips under his own and the softness of the breasts that rubbed against his chest.

And when his fantasy finished and reality made itself known he found himself oddly empty and quite a bit disappointed.

Working in the shop had become unbearable. Every time he looked at one of the others he would get these vivid flashbacks of what they had done and he would get an overwhelming sense of longing, a feeling he desperately tried to ignore, but that was difficult when he was constantly around them.

They hadn't mentioned it, all wanting to give him time to make whatever decisions he needed on his own, which Yohji was quite relieved about, since he was way to confused to be able to have any long serious conversations on the matter.

Yohji's major problem was that he already knew what he wanted, but admitting it to himself and accepting it was very difficult to him since he was a man who had always been so sure of himself and his preferences. Now he found that he wasn't so sure anymore and that terrified him.

~*~

He was in bed after a particularly tough day. Every time he'd turned around one of them had been right next to him, touching his shoulder or accidentally rubbing against him. And if they weren't touching him, they were sitting or standing in totally relaxed, but erotic positions. At one point Ken had been standing at the counter, humming a little tune to himself and swinging his hips in the most seductive manner Yohji could ever remember seeing. He had been totally hypnotized for a moment, his mouth wide open and his eyes following the movement of those hips, but he had forced himself to look away before he gave in to his unwelcome desires and jumped the boy.

After his shift he had rushed to his room to take a cold shower and had afterwards gone down to their shared living room, only to take one look at his colleagues, realize the errors of that particularly bad move and rush up the stairs again to yet another shower. All three of them lying on the couch engaged in very enthusiastic kissing and petting was indeed a dangerous sight for his sensitive libido.

He had spent the evening doing a number of different things like reading and playing solitaire without being able to concentrate on any of them. He simply refused to jerk of to release the tension, knowing what images his mind would supply him with. It was one thing that his mind played tricks on him when he was with someone in a desperate attempt to forget the three gorgeous guys he worked with, but it was another thing to welcome it. This was why he was now lying on his bed, face down, trying to block out both the world in general and his own thoughts in particular.

That's when the sounds began.

First it was the creaking of bedsprings, then soft laughter, which turned into soft moaning, that gradually turned into louder moans and screams of pleasure.

It was as if his perception had promptly improved. Sounds that his brain hadn't registered before were now clearly perceived and his mind had no qualms about providing perfect Technicolor images to support the sounds. Maybe the others weren't trying so hard to hide their sounds now that he was aware of their little arrangement or maybe it was their way of forcing him to consider his own position with them.

A particularly loud moan made every nerve in his body tingle and he groaned in frustration. He looked around his room and suddenly felt very lonely. He felt a great longing in his heart, a longing to be in the other room, a longing to feel warm arms encircle him, a longing to be a part of what the others had, of what he himself had had a brief and wonderful taste of.

He turned around on the bed so he was lying on his back and closing his eyes, he allowed himself to think about what he truly wanted. Images flashed in his mind: Omi's cute blush, Aya's intensity, Ken's wicked grins. He pictured their faces, how they would look in passion. Memories of the warmth he had then willingly abandoned and now desperately craved made the longing worse. He remembered how everything had felt and small shivers ran down his back.

His vivid imagination led him through every position it would be possible for them to use, all of them sending pleasant sensations through his body. Even ones he would have never accepted before thrilled him now. He had changed somehow or maybe just found a part of himself that he had always successfully repressed. Either way he now knew what he wanted and was willing to admit it to himself. //I don't want to spend another night alone. I want to be with them!//

Determined he jumped out of the bed, yanked the door open and ran the small distance down the hall until he reached the door to the next room. He knocked on it fiercely; impatient.

Movement was heard behind the door and seconds later it opened revealing Omi wearing very little. The smell of sex permeated the room and made Yohji head swim. He didn't have to speak, Omi only had to take one look at his face to know what he wanted. Small hands gripped his arms and guided him towards the big bed.

"Ready to join us?" Ken asked tentatively.

Yohji smiled brightly, the smile lighting up his eyes and he nodded. Seconds later he was enveloped by three eager bishounen that all wanted to touch and taste him.

~*~

It was pure bliss. He was the center of attention for once, he didn't have to do anything except enjoy. It had always been his job to make sure his partner was satisfied, but at this moment he didn't have to worry about a thing. That was the most thrilling feeling he had ever felt. He could truly let go.

There were mouths all over him, kissing and biting. Hands roamed every inch of his body, making him tremble with pleasure. The only place he wasn't touched was the place he needed it most. A test to see if he would truly go all the way.

"Please, I…I want…"

Ken released Yohji's cock from between his lips [1] and looked up, the other two also stilling their motions. Three boys looked expectantly at him, waiting, willing to do everything he asked.

"I-I want…" Yohji almost whispered the last part, "…to be…taken."

The three boys looked back and forth between each other and at Yohji with various degrees of shock showing on their faces. This was not from an expected request.

Yohji looked at them, his eyes pleading. He needed to do this, needed to give himself completely, needed someone else in control.

Ken was finally the one to nod his assent. He gave Yohji a reassuring smile and a soft kiss, before he reached for the lube and covered his fingers. He then took Yohji back into his mouth to distract him from the eventual pain.

Omi took one of Yohji's nipples into his mouth while one of his hands gently caressed his stomach and Aya took his lips in a deep passionate kiss.

One of Ken's fingers snaked its way inside Yohji and began to gently move in and out. It felt weird, but not too unpleasant. Another was added and at the first thrust of the fingers something inside Yohji was brushed and Yohji gasped. It felt incredible and he wanted more, letting Ken know this by moaning pleadingly and thrusting back on the fingers.

Ken finished preparing Yohji and positioned himself for penetration. He looked deeply into Yohji's anxious eyes for the cue to begin. He got it in the form of a small nod and a shy smile and he began pushing inside.

Yohji tensed for a few seconds but Aya and Omi were there to soothe him with soft kisses and guiding words. He focused on Ken's eyes, the gentleness he saw there relaxing him further and all of a sudden Ken was all the way in.

They lay completely motionless for a few moments, just enjoying the feel of the other before Ken began to move gently.

Yohji closed his eyes and just felt. His head was thrown back and his mouth open, wonderful sensations coursing through his body, making him moan uncontrollably. As Ken began to move faster the feelings only grew stronger making him toss his head back and forth on the pillow in ecstasy.

A hand moved down to close around his cock and a mouth latched on to his earlobe and gently sucked on it before moving down to kiss his neck, but Yohji was to far gone to register who did what.

He opened his eyes and looked into Ken's eyes wanting to see the other boy when he came. Ken's eyes were clouded with lust; hungrily looking straight at Yohji, drinking in every contour, every blush, every reaction on the older mans face.

Ken's expressive eyes showed Yohji all his feelings, all his thoughts, at the same time as they seemed to pierce his soul and read everything Yohji thought and felt as well. It was overwhelming in its intensity.

Yohji came with a scream.

~*~

Yohji lay wrapped in three pairs of arm, looking utterly sated and happy. He had overcome his obstacles and had received the most unbelievable reward for his efforts. He had one last thought before he drifted off to sleep, warm and loved.

//This is where I belong.//

Owari

1: I wasn't referring to Yohji's cock two paragraphs before. Got ya. *g* ^^

Oooops, I made Yohji uke. He, he, he. Please don't kill me. ^^;

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