Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ All I want is you ❯ All I want is you ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: TejinaShinsen 
This was a challenge fic. I'll post the rest soon I actually like messing with Aya in the way I did.
Please read and Review
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.24.2004 | Updated On: 08.24.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 729 | Status: Completed
This was a challenge fic. I'll post the rest soon I actually like messing with Aya in the way I did.
Please read and Review
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.24.2004 | Updated On: 08.24.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 729 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss. Sorta wish I did though, man the guys
are hot. *purrs* The lyrics (Yeah I know you hate song fics Tracy, but
I couldn't help it) aren't mine. The lyrics belong to Bono and U2. I
was in the mood for some good music (Compared to the radio which was
over playing Papa roach and 'last resort')
Thanks to Liz for beta'ing it for me, and Tracy for the challenge. I
hope it's good Tracy. I know not a lot of sex, but I wanted to go
with a single POV... Enjoy.
Notes: This was written as a challenge from a friend of mine. I'll
only continue it if it turns out good.
Denotations:
//Song lyrics//
:: - Denotes line end in the lyrics
"spoken"
Title: All I want is you
Pairing: Aya xYouji
Rating: R (I hope)
Series: ONE SHOT (Aya's POV)
//You say you want - Diamonds on a ring of gold - You say you want -
Your story to remain untold//
Youji and I had gotten time off and had easily disappeared before we
could be called back. I have a suspicion that he, that damned
Takatori, knew where we went, but I don't care. It's not like he's my
guardian.
Youji must have must have drugged me, because when I woke I was lying
on a soft bed, and the sound of something frying in a pan coming from
the next room. The smell telling me that it was Youji's cooking. He's
the only one I know who would saute peppers and onions together. He
had to be making steaks.
"You slept all day." He spoke softly, was that a smile in his voice?
It wouldn't surprise me if he was smiling. He almost always wore
That smile when it was just us.
Damn he must have heard my footsteps. He didn't turn around, instead
pouring the contents of the pan into a bowl. Youji was wearing the
black silk shirt I loved so much. The tight jeans seemed to be painted
onto his skin encasing his strong thighs and showing off his nice ass.
I frowned a little missing his pony-tail. He had cut his hair short
about two months ago, and I still hadn't gotten used to it.
//But all the promises we make - From the cradle to the grave - When
all I want is you//
"Sorry, guess I was a little exhausted." I walked over to him,
slipping my arms around his waist. "What are you making?" I reached to
open the pot still on the stove only to have him smack my hand
lightly. I pulled back as if actually hurt with a small grin. If he
wanted to play it that way I'd let him. I had no problem with him
taking the lead.
"Figured I'd surprise you." I could feel him lean back against me. "I
have the evening all planned. That is if you want to...?"
I knew what he meant. It's not that hard to read Youji. Not to mention
he's good at persuading me into things when I let my guard down. Not
that he'd ever know that, since half the time he thought that I let my
guard down was really because I was horny as all hell. And feeling his
strong abs against my arms was making my pants seem a little tighter.
"Hn." I replied softly, fighting the urge to nibble at his ear. I'd
never let him fully know I wanted him so badly.
//You say you'll give me - A highway with no one on it - Treasure just
to look upon it - All the riches in the night//
Youji allowed me to strip off his shirt, allowing it to fall to the
ground. We could hear the rain falling on the roof above us. Lips
tasting of bitter cigarettes and fine sweet French wine pressed
against mine as thin yet strong fingers started working on the buttons
of my cotton shirt. I moaned ever so slightly tasting his mouth with
my tongue.
If I was ever addicted to anything, it would be Youji's scent. His
musky scent reminded me a little of warm summer nights, I devoured it
as he worked my clothes off, enjoying every moment of it. His hair
smelled of eucalyptus. The scent mixing with the scent of the rain
outside was intoxicating.
//You say you'll give me - Eyes in a moon of blindness - A river in a
time of dryness - A harbour in the tempest - But all the promises we
make - From the cradle to the grave - When all I want is you//
I felt him push me carefully down to the bed and groaned as our bodies
pressed against each other. I could feel him press up against my
thighs. "Youji..."
"Are you sure?" He's always so damn sensitive over my feelings. His
hand wrapped around my cock and gently caressed me. Oh God, it took
all I had to keep from screaming out his name as his fingers worked
their magic.
//You say you want -Your love to work out right - To last with me
through the night//
Hot air heated the area and I opened my eyes seeing him crouched over
me. His tongue flicked lightly and I shivered involuntarily. "Youji...
Please...."
"No, I told you, I had plans..." He had a playful grin on his face. I
felt his tongue start at my navel and work up to my nipple.
I screamed out in pleasure after a while, unable to help it. Youji's
ministrations had me well past cloud nine in a matter of minutes.
//You say you want - Diamonds on a ring of gold - Your story to remain
untold - Your love not to grow cold//
I heard him grunt slightly telling me that he was close as well.
Blackness filled my eyes for a moment, then the surging white pain as
he and I both came. Youji pulled me closer to him, wrapping strong
safe arms around me.
"You okay?" He asked, worried like he usually was every time we had
sex. He knew I wasn't fragile, but the concern was something that
actually made me feel more alive.
"You know I am." I turn looking at him. "If I wasn't you'd know."
//All the promises we break - From the cradle to the grave - When all
I want is you//
I know I'll never be able to tell him out right or how much he means
to me. I pull him closer, my lips tasting his again. Now there's more
tastes to it, but they mingle together making him more complete. I
describe most of the feelings while lying next to him in bed. All I
know is all the scents, tastes and feelings scream him. I know he's
had others, hell, there were a few when I was younger, but right now,
he's the only thing that completes me totally...
//You...all I want is... - You...all I want is... - You...all I want
is... - You...//
are hot. *purrs* The lyrics (Yeah I know you hate song fics Tracy, but
I couldn't help it) aren't mine. The lyrics belong to Bono and U2. I
was in the mood for some good music (Compared to the radio which was
over playing Papa roach and 'last resort')
Thanks to Liz for beta'ing it for me, and Tracy for the challenge. I
hope it's good Tracy. I know not a lot of sex, but I wanted to go
with a single POV... Enjoy.
Notes: This was written as a challenge from a friend of mine. I'll
only continue it if it turns out good.
Denotations:
//Song lyrics//
:: - Denotes line end in the lyrics
"spoken"
Title: All I want is you
Pairing: Aya xYouji
Rating: R (I hope)
Series: ONE SHOT (Aya's POV)
//You say you want - Diamonds on a ring of gold - You say you want -
Your story to remain untold//
Youji and I had gotten time off and had easily disappeared before we
could be called back. I have a suspicion that he, that damned
Takatori, knew where we went, but I don't care. It's not like he's my
guardian.
Youji must have must have drugged me, because when I woke I was lying
on a soft bed, and the sound of something frying in a pan coming from
the next room. The smell telling me that it was Youji's cooking. He's
the only one I know who would saute peppers and onions together. He
had to be making steaks.
"You slept all day." He spoke softly, was that a smile in his voice?
It wouldn't surprise me if he was smiling. He almost always wore
That smile when it was just us.
Damn he must have heard my footsteps. He didn't turn around, instead
pouring the contents of the pan into a bowl. Youji was wearing the
black silk shirt I loved so much. The tight jeans seemed to be painted
onto his skin encasing his strong thighs and showing off his nice ass.
I frowned a little missing his pony-tail. He had cut his hair short
about two months ago, and I still hadn't gotten used to it.
//But all the promises we make - From the cradle to the grave - When
all I want is you//
"Sorry, guess I was a little exhausted." I walked over to him,
slipping my arms around his waist. "What are you making?" I reached to
open the pot still on the stove only to have him smack my hand
lightly. I pulled back as if actually hurt with a small grin. If he
wanted to play it that way I'd let him. I had no problem with him
taking the lead.
"Figured I'd surprise you." I could feel him lean back against me. "I
have the evening all planned. That is if you want to...?"
I knew what he meant. It's not that hard to read Youji. Not to mention
he's good at persuading me into things when I let my guard down. Not
that he'd ever know that, since half the time he thought that I let my
guard down was really because I was horny as all hell. And feeling his
strong abs against my arms was making my pants seem a little tighter.
"Hn." I replied softly, fighting the urge to nibble at his ear. I'd
never let him fully know I wanted him so badly.
//You say you'll give me - A highway with no one on it - Treasure just
to look upon it - All the riches in the night//
Youji allowed me to strip off his shirt, allowing it to fall to the
ground. We could hear the rain falling on the roof above us. Lips
tasting of bitter cigarettes and fine sweet French wine pressed
against mine as thin yet strong fingers started working on the buttons
of my cotton shirt. I moaned ever so slightly tasting his mouth with
my tongue.
If I was ever addicted to anything, it would be Youji's scent. His
musky scent reminded me a little of warm summer nights, I devoured it
as he worked my clothes off, enjoying every moment of it. His hair
smelled of eucalyptus. The scent mixing with the scent of the rain
outside was intoxicating.
//You say you'll give me - Eyes in a moon of blindness - A river in a
time of dryness - A harbour in the tempest - But all the promises we
make - From the cradle to the grave - When all I want is you//
I felt him push me carefully down to the bed and groaned as our bodies
pressed against each other. I could feel him press up against my
thighs. "Youji..."
"Are you sure?" He's always so damn sensitive over my feelings. His
hand wrapped around my cock and gently caressed me. Oh God, it took
all I had to keep from screaming out his name as his fingers worked
their magic.
//You say you want -Your love to work out right - To last with me
through the night//
Hot air heated the area and I opened my eyes seeing him crouched over
me. His tongue flicked lightly and I shivered involuntarily. "Youji...
Please...."
"No, I told you, I had plans..." He had a playful grin on his face. I
felt his tongue start at my navel and work up to my nipple.
I screamed out in pleasure after a while, unable to help it. Youji's
ministrations had me well past cloud nine in a matter of minutes.
//You say you want - Diamonds on a ring of gold - Your story to remain
untold - Your love not to grow cold//
I heard him grunt slightly telling me that he was close as well.
Blackness filled my eyes for a moment, then the surging white pain as
he and I both came. Youji pulled me closer to him, wrapping strong
safe arms around me.
"You okay?" He asked, worried like he usually was every time we had
sex. He knew I wasn't fragile, but the concern was something that
actually made me feel more alive.
"You know I am." I turn looking at him. "If I wasn't you'd know."
//All the promises we break - From the cradle to the grave - When all
I want is you//
I know I'll never be able to tell him out right or how much he means
to me. I pull him closer, my lips tasting his again. Now there's more
tastes to it, but they mingle together making him more complete. I
describe most of the feelings while lying next to him in bed. All I
know is all the scents, tastes and feelings scream him. I know he's
had others, hell, there were a few when I was younger, but right now,
he's the only thing that completes me totally...
//You...all I want is... - You...all I want is... - You...all I want
is... - You...//