Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Bars and Beds ❯ Chapter 1

***This is basically a pointless one-shot piece that I wrote to practice my smut. Figured I'd share, just for the Hell of it. As with a lot of my writing, it was inspired by a song; I'll explain more about that at the end. Anyway, there's only really enough plot here to set the scene for the sex, but it has a tad more than the average PWP, so enjoy! It wasn't meant to be a Weiss fic, but it somehow mutated into one. Odd, how that happens.

 

I don't own the characters here or the song, though if I had a time machine I'd go back and lay claim to both of them before their actual owners could.***

 

 

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It had taken a long time. Longer then he would have invested in anyone else, than he had invested in anyone else. But, as he told himself, this is definitely going to be worth it. He'd fallen back into his old habits from past detective work, putting a large portion of his spare time into stalking and gathering clues, all the while trying to avoid attention.

 

 

Tonight, the hunted would at last become the prey.

 

 

His target had been ridiculously hard to follow. Whether it was from highly-tuned instincts or pure paranoia, the other could skilfully use crowded streets to his advantage. Taking winding paths around groups of bystanders, crossing roads almost at random, backtracking occasionally, he wasn't making this easy. But the game was finally up; Yohji had a definite answer about where to find his man. The rest was simple.

 

 

He was going to get Aya into his bed.

 

 

They both wanted it; that much was obvious. Yohji prided himself on knowing when someone wanted him, and Aya had been giving off all the usual signs, albeit in his own weird little way. About six weeks ago, he'd started getting the feeling that someone was watching him. He'd look around, only to find that there was no one looking even remotely near him, or acting overly casual. It would only happen when there were a few people in the room; either he was imagining things, or his watcher was clever.

 

 

Yohji was used to people watching him, his flashy outfits and foreign looks catching their attention. But this was…different, somehow. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but this gaze wasn't like that of others.

 

 

Then, after a few days of thinking he was gradually going insane, he caught the person at it.

 

 

Well, maybe `caught' isn't quite the term, Yohji mused. It was obviously intentional; everything Aya does is calculated. When he'd felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up, like they usually did when he sensed the unknown eyes on him, he'd reflexively turned. Flicking his eyes about, they came to a sudden halt when purple irides locked directly onto their green counterparts.

 

 

A connection established, Aya slowly turned his head away. Yohji, holding a coffee, nearly dropped the mug on the floor out of shock. There had been no doubt in his mind; Aya was the one who'd been looking at him. A veritable herd of new questions sprang up in the blonde's mind with this answer: why was Aya watching him? Why did he purposely let Yohji see him looking? Where was this headed?

 

 

Yohji began to watch Aya back. Occasionally their gazes would meet, sending a slight bolt of electricity through the older man's body each time. Aya's eyes remained veiled, though, giving away no hint of intention or emotion. As a man of action, Yohji found this unsettling and frustrating. A week and a half into their contest of scrutiny, he stepped it up a notch. Casually, without alerting any attention from Ken or Omi, he began to initiate fleeting touches, small brushes to clothing that would've looked accidental to any spectators. Yohji knew that Aya wouldn't see them as accidents.

 

 

Having established that Aya wasn't watching him to plan his violent death, because he'd purposely touched him and still had all his body parts, Yohji pushed further. Subtle skin contact became frequent, the brush of a hand against a pale neck when reaching over Aya's shoulder to grab a mission folder; a light touch on the arm to get the other man's attention in the store. Not enough to seem flirtatious to most people, but plenty to get the message across.

 

 

“I want you. It's your move, Aya.”

 

 

He truly did want Aya. The man had the fiery redhead persona down; from Yohji's personal experience that usually made for a wild ride in bed. He'd thought, on several occasions, that he was going to have teeth- and nail-shaped scars after a night with a redheaded woman. The way he saw it, Aya didn't seem like the type to hold back once he got started; and sometimes, a guy just wanted it rough.

 

 

Besides, it wasn't often that a guy as beautiful as Aya came along. Yohji didn't do men very much, but when he did, they had to be goddamned gorgeous. Aya, in all his pale, toned and exotic glory, ticked every box Yohji had on his list. Ever since the night he'd tied the blood-spattered, dangerously good-looking kid in wire, he'd wanted to know how Aya would feel clenched around his dick, or pushing deep inside him.

 

 

Aya took up his unspoken invitation the next weekend. Yohji was home on a Saturday night for once, having been moderately injured on a mission the night before. Omi had threatened to set fire to his wardrobe if the overly-social man left the house, so he'd agreed to stay put for one night to save his clothes. Sitting on the couch, watching completely overblown action movies on television, he'd had the perfect position to see the impossible.

 

 

Footsteps drawing his bored attention, Yohji had turned his head towards the door, desperate for someone to talk to. He'd figured that even a conversation about soccer, sorry, football, was better than brainless films. He lost all interest in sport, though, when he saw Aya pass the open doorway, pause to catch Yohji's eye, then move on. Dressed in slightly faded denim jeans, worn through a little in all the right places, and a tight, plain black t-shirt, Aya looked…completely fuckable.

 

 

Finding his voice, Yohji called out to the departing figure.

 

 

“Hey, Aya!! Someone slip something in your food? Are you actually leaving the house?” The footsteps stopped, but Aya didn't come back into view. His voice floated down the hall.

 

 

“Yes, I'm going out. What a pity you're stuck here.” With that, the footsteps continued and the front door opened, then slammed shut. Yohji was blown away; it sounded like Aya had just challenged him to go out! Impressed, the blonde man fell into his thoughts. Aya really had made his move.

 

 

Making up his mind to follow the enigmatic redhead, Yohji started to rise from the couch. He didn't get far; within moments, Omi had rushed into the room, telling Yohji, in no uncertain terms, that he was NOT to follow Aya anywhere.

 

 

“You're injured, and I will uphold my threat to burn your clothes. Don't make me do it, Yotan.” Omi was deadly serious, and Yohji wasn't nearly stupid enough to test the kid's resolve. He had to know something, though.

 

 

“All right, Omi, all right. Don't have a coronary, mother. I just wanna know; does he do this often? Do I just not notice because I'm, well, not here?” It almost seems worth staying in every weekend just to see that ass in those jeans again, Yohji's cock told his brain.

 

 

“I guess it happens a bit…not too often, though. He's nowhere near as bad as you, Yohji! Maybe if you stuck around once in a while, you'd be aware of this sort of thing.” Omi, fairly certain now that Yohji wasn't about to take off after Aya, walked back out of the room. Not that the older man noticed; he was too busy fantasizing about what Aya had concealed under those pants.

 

 

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The next Saturday, Yohji dressed up and left like he was going clubbing, only to return to the house. He staked the door out, waiting for Aya to appear. As expected, the door opened and a vision of red and silver passed through the doorway. Possibly having guessed what Yohji was doing, Aya moved down the street quickly, heading for busier parts of the city. He began to weave through people, and the older man soon lost sight of the single figure hiding among the outrageous landscape of club-bound people.

 

 

Heading to his favourite bar, Yohji spent the night drinking and contemplating just what the Hell was going on.

 

 

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For two more weekends, the dance repeated itself. Yohji would lie in wait, following Aya when he left the house, at ten thirty-six on the dot. On, however, the third night, when Yohji had lost his target once again and started to retreat in shame, a small miracle occurred. From the corner of his eye, the former investigator had noticed a familiar flash of short red hair as a slim, male figure disappeared into the door of a small bar. Waiting a moment, then moving over to inconspicuously peer through the building's windows, Yohji felt like dancing in the street. He'd finally tracked down Aya's drinking spot. Once again, the playboy was ready to make his move.

 

 

That breakthrough was what led him to this point, standing in his room as he put the final touch of a silver, thunderbolt-shaped pendant necklace on his outfit. In tight black pants and a light grey leather trench, he was suitably dressed for a simple bar, yet sexy enough to make Aya want to open his legs and beg. Yohji winked at his reflection before leaving the room, admiring the way blonde hair caught the light and offset his tanned skin.

 

 

Making sure that Aya was in hearing range, Yohji called his goodbye to the residents of the house.

 

 

“See ya, kiddies! Yotan's got a feeling that he's gonna make someone scream tonight. Don't wait up!” Ignoring twin groans about that being too much information, he checked the time. About ten minutes before Aya would leave; perfect. The blonde had this meticulously planned out; he would go to the bar, sit in a corner where Aya wouldn't see him. After the other man arrived, he would make his move. Tonight was going to be the best night of his life, Yohji hoped.

 

 

Arriving in front of the bar, he walked through a door that was familiar only because he'd been here the night before, scoping the place out. Nodding to a guy he vaguely recognised from…somewhere, Yohji proceeded to order a beer and fade into the shadows of the fairly empty room. No wonder Aya chose this place, he thought, there's hardly anyone here and the patrons don't bother each other, yet it isn't a filthy dump.

 

 

Sinking further into his seat, Yohji fell into thoughts of how the night could possibly end. Checking his watch occasionally, he counted the minutes until Aya was possibly going to arrive. No one else even looked twice at the figure occupying a corner of the room.

 

 

In the middle of checking his watch again, Yohji's head snapped up when he heard the door open and someone stepped into the darkened bar. Thanking the universe for his good night vision, the half-concealed man could make out that it was indeed Aya at the door. Aya…who seemed to be looking for something. The perfectly-formed face was shifting slightly from side to side, almost definitely checking the room for an unknown entity.

 

 

The look on that delicate face told Yohji that he hadn't found what he wanted, as Aya moved over to the bar. As soon as he had sat down, Yohji was on his feet, gracefully moving over to the bar's newest arrival. As silently as possible, Yohji walked right up to Aya, sliding one arm around the redhead's strong shoulders.

 

 

“Fancy meeting you here, Ayan…” The purr was obvious in Yohji's voice, lust and amusement warring inside him as the man under his arm stiffened slightly. Yohji took the seat next to Aya, sliding his arm away but leaving a lingering touch upon the smaller man's skin.

 

 

Having realised that it was Yohji disturbing him, Aya visibly relaxed. Without turning his head to his newfound barmate, Aya responded in a similar purring tone, “Took you long enough to find me. I thought you were supposed to have been a detective.”

 

 

Placing a look of mock offence on his face, Yohji moved his hand to rest low on the other's thigh. Squeezing the muscled limb slightly, Yohji bit back a laugh as he informed Aya that, “I only took so much time because you were determined to make it…hard. Which you certainly did.”

 

 

With that innuendo-laden comment, Aya finally turned to look fully at the man next to him. The corner of his mouth turned up in a seductive smirk, and the perfect mask that Aya had kept for so long finally dropped. Yohji nearly gasped as the features came to life, violet eyes filling with lust and smirk widening until it became a sexy smile.

 

 

Subconsciously, Yohji slid his hand up Aya's leg as he fed his eyes on the new sight before him. He'd never seen the man so open before, and it only made him more beautiful. Aya turned away to order a drink, and Yohji only just snapped out of his trance in time to divert the bartender's attention away, and order plain Cokes for the both of them.

 

 

Turning his eyes back to the older man, Aya raised one red brow questioningly. His smile dissolving into a seductive twist of lips, Yohji leaned towards his potential conquest, still keeping some distance between their faces. A low drawl came from the blonde as he explained himself. “You're no good to me if you can't even speak. I don't want you passing out…”

 

 

The inquisitive look still on the pale man's face, Yohji moved closer again. His hand slipped towards Aya's crotch, fingertips ghosting over the slight bulge beginning to form there. His lips, gone slightly dry at the thought of finally having the gorgeous man before him, brushed an unpierced ear as his voice dropped in tone and volume. “…I want you sucking my dick.”

 

 

At his crude request, the covered flesh under his fingers grew as blood rushed towards it, telling Yohji without words that this was exactly what Aya wanted too. Placing a quick kiss on white skin underneath the ear, he drew back, knowing that the bar would look down upon two men getting overtly passionate out in the open. Aya whined softly at the loss of closeness, but reached his long fingers down to grasp the hand still resting on his groin.

 

 

Standing from his barstool, Aya pulled Yohji towards him, actions slightly rough from growing need. Without speaking a word he stalked from the bar, fingers tightly clenched around the taller man's. Yohji himself was content to be dragged along, curious to see how this was going to end, and anxious to feel some relief in his own growing erection. Pushing the door open, the two men moved out into the night.

 

 

Still holding Yohji by the hand, Aya ignored the curious looks of others in the street as he mentally mapped out his surroundings. Making up his mind, he crossed the road, headed for an alley just out of eyesight. Yohji picked up his pace, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with the focused man. Upon making contact with the other's side, Aya released Yohji's hand, slipping his arm around a straight waist instead. Slipping his thumb inside the tight waistband, he made the not-too-surprising discovery that the blonde had obviously `forgotten' to wear underwear.

 

 

Heart pounding faster, Aya swung himself and Yohji into the alley, hearing the other man exhale as it dawned upon him what was about to happen. Checking that they'd come a suitable distance from the street, Aya once again used his hold on the tall man to move him, this time pressing his back to the cold wall. Pants feeling uncomfortably tight, Aya tilted his face upwards just as Yohji bent his head down, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss, lust exploding in both of them at the first contact.

 

 

Tongue thrusting into Yohji's mouth, Aya slid both his hands inside the man's coat, finding the torso underneath bare and hairless. His questing hands wringing a muffled groan, Aya shivered in delight when large hands moved to tangle in red hair, bringing their faces closer together as their tongues continued to entwine.

 

 

Slipping one hand from the short hair, Yohji ran his fingers down Aya's spine, thoroughly enjoying the slight whimpers coming from the other's throat. Sliding his hand further to grasp a small ass, he pulled Aya's hips into contact with his own, rubbing twin bulges against each other. Breaking off the kiss, the men moaned at the contact, pressing against each other to find desperately needed friction.

 

 

Aya, taken by a sudden desire to fulfil the older man's earlier request, gathered all his self-control and wrenched his covered groin away from Yohji's. Feeling the other man's muscles stiffen from the unexpected action and loss of pleasure, Aya looked directly into lust-clouded green eyes and ran his tongue over a partially swollen top lip. With that single facial gesture, Yohji was forced to distract his mind to keep from coming in his now-uncomfortable pants. The difficult task got worse when Aya started to disappear from the taller man's vision, and Yohji realised what he was about to do.

 

 

“Look at me, Yohji…I want you to watch while I suck you off…”

 

 

Gasping at the completely un-Aya-ish words, long legs trembled slightly as Yohji focused on anything other than the urge to blow his load. Almost missing the fingers pulling at the button on his pants, he lost the ability to think when his fly was wrenched open and his cock exposed to the night. The feel of cold air on sensitive flesh pulled a bead of pre-come from the head, and it was met by the tip of a pink tongue and a satisfied groan.

 

 

Aya pulled back from the rock-hard member in front of his face just far enough to check Yohji was watching, and when purple eyes connected with green, he swallowed Yohji down until his nose pressed into dark-blonde curls. The standing man only vaguely registered the practised ease with which Aya deep-throated him, more interested in the tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his dick than thinking.

 

 

Lips slid back from the root of his erection and a tongue slipped over the slit at the head of his cock. Yohji could feel his orgasm coming already, and moved his hands to tug gently at red hair. With a startled grunt, Aya released Yohji's erection, rising as the hands in his hair guided him upwards. Swallowing hard, lips were pressed to Aya's temple and words were spoken in a rough voice.

 

 

“Not…here, Aya…Let's take this to a bed. We can go to my apartment.” A look of confusion broke through the lust on a pale face, and Yohji moved to clarify. “I…rent a small place, for times like this. But I didn't drive...”

 

 

Smiling sensually, Aya leant up to speak into Yohji's ear. “I thought that this might have been the night…so I drove. Car's just over there…” As he spoke, Aya pressed his thigh between Yohji's legs, and the tall man rubbed his crotch onto the muscled limb. Stepping back after placing a quick kiss on the other's lips, he grasped Yohji's waist once again, directing him out of the alley and attempting to ignore the arm draped over his shoulders, and the hand lightly teasing a small, covered nipple.

 

 

Watching Aya dig through his pockets for a set of keys, it took Yohji a lot of willpower to stop himself from slamming Aya onto the car and mounting his cock to be screwed senseless over the bonnet. But, he thought, I'd probably get the shit beaten out of me if I put a scratch or a dent in the precious Porsche. He was also reluctant to waste an opportunity he'd waited so long to get on a quick car fuck, determined to make this last.

 

 

The pair slid into the now-open car, Aya reaching to start the ignition and Yohji reaching to run his hand up Aya's thigh.

 

 

“Will you crash if I play with you as you drive?” Yohji thought he should ask, in case Aya got snappy about the distraction and broke this…thing off. What he really wanted to do was blow Aya, to return the favour from the alley, but he decided against it as directions needed to be given to the unfamiliar building.

 

 

A leer breaking out over his face as a head was shaken `no', Yohji's fingers ran back and forth across the leg as a slightly flagging erection sprang back to full life, and the car was pulled out onto the street. Still frustratingly hard himself from the earlier sucking, the blonde cupped his own member through his pants as tan fingers opened Aya's fly. Stifling his own groan at the gentle contact, the car filled with quiet noises when Yohji dipped his fingers inside grey briefs, slipping them down to release a stiff, large cock.

 

 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Aya was thankful for tinted windows and shameless lovers. He'd never been jacked off while driving before, and found the sluttishness of the act ridiculously erotic. Fighting to keep his eyes open, head trying to tilt back from pleasure, it was difficult for Aya to concentrate on the cars around them, and the directions Yohji was giving him. The man's voice practically dripped pleasure and promise, even saying something as bland as `next right' or `turn here'.

 

 

Aya thought that he could come just from listening to that voice, so the hand running up and down his dick was bringing him dangerously close to orgasm, far too quickly. A groan of bliss mutated into a sigh of relief as Yohji directed him into the parking lot of a nondescript apartment block. When the car pulled to a halt, Yohji gave one more swipe over the head of his dripping cock, thumb getting covered in the fluid resting there. Heated eyes meeting, the wet thumb was offered to Aya's mouth and sucked inside in a parody of the earlier fellatio. This time, however, it was Aya's own essence that he savoured, rather than the new taste of Yohji.

 

 

Gently pulling his thumb from Aya's mouth, Yohji stepped out of the car and waited for the other man to zip up and join him. He reached out to grab Aya's arm, pulling him in for a searing kiss as he pressed the redhead against the wall. He wasn't particularly fussed about anyone watching; his neighbours here only ever saw him when he had a woman or a man hanging off him, and this would have looked like any other conquest to them, although Yohji knew differently. He'd never had anyone make him this hard without keeping up a constant stream of dirty talk and contact.

 

 

Starting to pant slightly, he pulled back to drag Aya inside and not just take him up against the apartment block wall. Yohji dropped his hand to grope Aya's firm ass, and couldn't help but shudder when a muscled arm snaked behind him and wrapped around to settle a hand over the raised crotch of his pants.

 

 

He was already used to opening the door while distracted, so within a minute Yohji was pulling Aya into the small apartment and using the other man's back to close the door as he pressed him into it.

 

 

Yohji's mouth landed directly on Aya's neck, tongue roaming over the thudding pulse point. Aya groaned, and Yohji's cock twitched uncomfortably inside his pants at the sound. The full implications of what was happening hit him like a ton of bricks; he had Aya pressed against the door of his secret apartment, moaning and writhing against him like any one of the partners he routinely picked up in clubs and bars.

 

 

And Yohji was loving every second of it.

 

 

Taking his mouth reluctantly from the pale expanse of neck just long enough to remove Aya's shirt, Yohji was treated to a slight glare when the sound of ripping material pierced through the heavy breathing and moans. The glare, however, wasn't helped by the fact that Aya was pressing his hips desperately into Yohji's at the same time.

 

 

Stepping away from the flushed, gasping man in front of him, Yohji moved backwards in the direction of the bedroom, unbuttoning his coat and throwing it on the floor.

 

 

His voice wavering unnaturally, he called to Aya. “Come on, baby…the bed's this way…”

 

 

Aya ran his tongue against his top lip seductively, endlessly amused by the way Yohji nearly fell again at the gesture. Moving over to him in a few long strides, Aya placed both of his palms on Yohji's chest, feeling the muscles jump slightly at the contact. Fingers curled around his forearms, and Aya was once again being pulled from place to place. Entering the bedroom, he stopped short when he saw the sheer size of the bed in there.

 

 

“Holy fuck, that thing is huge!” Aya couldn't help but exclaim. It was definitely bigger than any bed he'd ever seen…not really a surprise, once he thought about it, that Yohji would have such a ridiculously large bed in his fuckpad.

 

 

“Ha ha, isn't it just? But then again, I could say the same thing about you…” The innuendo fell naturally from Yohji's lips, but it was true. Living in a house full of guys for years, Weiss tended to learn a little too much about each other, and Yohji had known for quite a while that Aya was packing an absolute weapon in his pants.

 

 

Blushing slightly at the unexpected compliment, Aya covered it up by using the position of his hands to push Yohji back onto the bed. Judging by the way he sank, Aya could tell that the mattress was going to be ridiculously comfortable. Figures, he thought.

 

 

Simply standing by the edge of the bed, he took in the sight before him. Yohji, spread out on the bed, half-naked. Yohji, moving one hand down his own chest…over his stomach…pulling on the zipper of his pants…

 

 

Aya unconsciously moved his own hand to cup his groin when Yohji reached into his open pants, releasing his dick from its confines and grasping the hardness.

 

 

Fist stroking up and down lazily, smouldering green eyes were turned towards Aya and a mouth opened to speak between lightly gasped breaths. “What are you waiting for, Aya?...I want you…to split me open…and take me hard…”

 

 

With a shuddering groan, Aya almost tore the button off his pants in his hurry to fulfil Yohji's request. The man on the bed distractedly admired the grace with which the other moved, even when he was rock hard and clearly going as fast as he could. Yohji unwittingly tightened his grip when Aya finished with his clothes and stepped towards the bed, thrusting slightly into his own hand and biting back a whimper.

 

 

Yohji opened his legs further and Aya moved to place himself between them; when Yohji's hand transferred to Aya's prick, the need to bury himself in Yohji became almost overpowering. Sitting back to breathe and ward off the threat of orgasm, Aya managed to ask for whatever Yohji had closest to hand that would work as lube.

 

 

He barely caught the tube that suddenly came hurtling towards him, both men too caught up in the heat of the moment to concentrate properly. Without bothering to check what it was, Aya covered two fingers in the slick gel and motioned for Yohji to draw his legs up.

 

 

By crossing his muscular legs around Aya's lower back, Yohji exposed his entrance fully and felt a cold, wet brushing down there. Readying his body for the penetration, he was surprised when the light touches continued. Looking into Aya's eyes, he silently questioned the man.

 

 

“Touch yourself, Yohji…Play with your dick while I stretch you.” Yohji's cock twitched at the command, and he happily complied. Usually, he was the dominant one…but when he bottomed, he wanted to be ordered around. The authority in Aya's voice was undeniably sexy.

 

 

Satisfied with how easily Yohji obeyed, Aya positioned the very tip of his finger inside the body beneath him. Just as Yohji went to stroke his hand downwards, he was suddenly entered by the finger, up to the second knuckle. Breath escaping at the abrupt penetration, a slight tingle of pain exciting him, Yohji thrust up to bury the finger completely. Resuming the stroking of his dick, the finger followed, Aya matching the motions perfectly.

 

 

Completely enjoying the rhythmic moves, a small whine escaped from Yohji when the finger disappeared completely. An odd sound caught his attention, and he looked for its source. Aya was laughing at him! Well, it's probably more snickering, Yohji mused. Then, as soon as it had started, the sound stopped and Aya's mask of domination returned.

 

 

“If you want another finger, Yohji, you'd better put that other hand to good use and play with your nipple, too…” Yohji shivered at the words, thinking that he could easily come like this. He drew the limp hand to his chest, pulling harshly at his small nipple, the undertone of pain causing the hand on his dick to pump even faster.

 

 

“Very good, Yohji…” The purring voice fell into the background as Yohji yelled, the feel of two fingers ramming into him simply amazing. When his prostate was hit almost brutally, Yohji thrust onto the fingers and gasped. He felt himself getting close to the edge again and tried to regain his control, but the fingers fucking his ass were making it too difficult. Gasping, he tried to slow Aya down.

 

 

“Wait…Ah, Aya! Hang on…back off for a sec...I'm gonna come…” At the gasped words, an idea formed in Aya's head. A smile formed on his face that could easily have been classed as `evil', and he sped up the thrusts of his fingers, making sure to hit Yohji's sweet spot every few passes.

 

 

“Alright then, Yohji…come for me. Spurt all over your stomach like a whore.”

 

 

Letting go the last of his control, Yohji dropped his hand from his nipple and grasped the bedsheet, speeding up the movements of his other fist to match the fingers slamming in and out of his ass. Curses and moans falling from his lips, he stroked himself to completion.

 

 

“Shit…Oh, God…Ah…Fuck, AYA!!!” With that final yell, Yohji felt liquid splash over his stomach and hand, immediately followed by a wet tongue moving through the mess. Shuddering through the last of his orgasm, the tongue set vague waves of pleasure through his slightly limp body.

 

 

“Mmmm…you taste good, Yohji. Let's see if you feel the same.” Thrusting his fingers twice more, Aya started to scissor inside Yohji, spreading him just wide enough to be able to handle the cock currently waiting desperately for attention.

 

 

Removing his fingers from Yohji's passage and groping for a lost tube, Aya squirted more gel directly onto his cock. Biting his lip from the cold sensation, he stroked himself leisurely, spreading the lube around more fully.

 

 

Yohji, coming down from the afterglow of his orgasm, lifted his hips higher to allow Aya entry and begged his muscles to relax further. When he felt the head of Aya's dick press into him, however, he couldn't help but gasp at the slight pain.

 

 

When Yohji grasped the arm Aya placed at his side, Aya stopped to avoid truly hurting him. He might have been planning to pull something slightly torturous, but Aya certainly wasn't entirely sadistic. He wanted Yohji's pleasure almost as much as his own.

 

 

The muscles clenched around his member relaxed somewhat, and after a heartbeat's wait Aya continued to push into the tight ass. Restarting the cycle of pausing and pushing, eventually Aya was swallowed entirely by Yohji's body, and both were beginning to pant again. Yohji's cock, which never entirely went down, started to perk up again and Aya had to resist the urge to start pounding away, instead hesitating until the invasion was fully welcomed.

 

 

“Don't…wait anymore…Fuck me hard, Aya, baby…” Yohji tightened his legs around Aya, and let out a low groan when he felt the hot, hard length inside him pull out and slam back home. He'd never taken anything this big before, and the sensation was painfully erotic. Lifting up to give himself room to meet the thrusts, Yohji pushed back onto the cock inside him, revelling in the feel of being spread so wide and taken so hard.

 

 

Two sets of unintelligible noises and cursing filled the room, slightly squeaking bedsprings rounding out the orchestra. Two minds focused solely on pleasure, two bodies connecting again and again in a brutal fashion…With every press against his prostate, Yohji's cock was getting harder and he moved his hand to it once again. Just before it reached its goal it was batted out of the way, and pale white fingers spread along the stiffening penis, relieving some of the tension but not giving gratification.

 

 

“…Jack me, Aya…please…” Yohji was never above begging when he was being taken, especially not to a beautiful, commanding top like the redhead currently inside him. Violet eyes opened and looked into his own, filled with lust and…mischief?

 

 

“Not this time…I have plans for you, and they don't involve you coming again just yet…” Aya slid his fingers down the cock in his hands, feeling it jerk from his movements. Continuing to thrust in and out of Yohji, he clamped his fingers around the base of the cock, removing the blonde's ability to orgasm. With a cry of surprise, Yohji protested the action.

 

 

“What are you doing…Aya…?”

 

 

“Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, Yotan…Or your gorgeous big one, for that matter. Let me send you to heaven…eventually…” Aya was truly absorbed in the control he held over the other man, almost feeling as if he was beating the nymphomaniac at his own game. Yohji was still meeting every thrust, so Aya supposed that the man had no real objections to the restricting hand.

 

 

Aya could feel his own orgasm coming, and resolved to give in to it so that he didn't torture his partner too much. Somehow finding it in himself to pound Yohji's ass harder, faster, he allowed his body to fall over the edge into completion.

 

 

Yohji stiffened when he felt his insides being flooded, intensely aware of the hand binding his own arousal. He knew that whatever Aya had planned was bound to be exquisite, but he was pushed so close to the edge that he could barely wait. Frustration building within him, he gingerly lowered his body back to the bed as Aya gently pulled out, dick softening but hand staying firm. Hissing at the sensation, he opened his mouth to plead for Aya's mercy.

 

 

Before he could speak, however, he was cut off by soft lips as they descended on his own, hand and cock trapped between bodies as Aya regained his sense of coordination. Treating the kiss more gently this time, Aya slid his tongue against Yohji's and pulled away, nibbling gently on lips as he moved past.

 

 

“Sorry about that, Yohji…but I'm a man who always finishes what he starts. If I remember correctly…I never got to finish sucking you in the alley. This should make you forgive me…”

 

 

Genuinely smiling, Aya watched the discontent in Yohji's eyes turn to pure joy and then lust. Moving downwards, stopping to gently pull at erect nipples with his teeth and ghost over a silver necklace, Aya's mouth went to brush along Yohji's hard length again, tongue moving around the head.

 

 

Wanting and needing more, fingers moved to red hair as Yohji encouraged the man to take him in. Having been denied release, it wasn't going to take much for Yohji to explode once more, and he wanted to feel the inside of Aya's throat before then.

 

 

Aya took the hint, opening his mouth to accept the cock into his throat. Breathing through his nose and relaxing his muscles, Aya suppressed his gag reflex and took Yohji in entirely. The man moaned as the hot, wet cavern engulfed his cock, knowing full well that he couldn't hold off coming for long.

 

 

“Almost…there…Aya…Oh God, so good…” The harsh voice made Aya smile around the flesh in his mouth, and he pulled back to give his full attention to the large cockhead. Sucking hard on it, he felt a tugging on his hair that warned him Yohji was about to spill his seed.

 

 

Feel wanton, at the last second he took the dick from his mouth. Pumping it a few times, he felt it twitch and begin to spurt. Aya pulled his face back and opened his mouth, feeling Yohji's load hit his cheeks, chin and tongue.

 

 

Orgasm subsiding, Yohji glimpsed the face before him, cock twitching dry at the incredible sight of Aya, cold-hearted killer, panting and covered in his come. Moaning deeply, his eyes closed against his will, leaving him with fantasies and dreams of that beautiful face and ridiculously-proportioned dick.

 

 

While Yohji remembered it, Aya felt it when his dick continued the rise it began sometime during the blowjob. Lying back beside the sleeping figure and grasping his length, he pleasured himself languidly to thoughts of the night's events and the beautiful man he thoroughly took. Arriving at orgasm a second time, he wiped his hand on the bed and fell asleep pressed against Yohji, completely exhausted.

 

 

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The next morning, Aya stood looking into the unfamiliar bathroom mirror, reliving the night and cleaning off. No matter how hard he tried, he could come up with only one regret: that he didn't wash his fucking face before going to sleep. Waking up with a dried, stiff jaw was not fun at all, even when it was the man he'd lusted after for too long that had marked him.

 

 

…He'd slept with Yohji. He'd taken him hard and come like never before…and he'd do it again in a second. To experience that bliss once more, Aya would give nearly anything.

 

 

So lost in his satisfied thoughts, Aya missed seeing Yohji approach in the mirror. The hand that slipped over his shoulder terrified him, but he leaned back into the touch when he realised it was Yohji holding him. Turning his head, he kissed Yohji's cheek, addressing him for the first time that day.

 

 

“Good morning, Yohji. Enjoyable night?” The smile that spread upon his face took over his eyes, and the expression brought a matching one to Yohji's features.

 

 

“Mmmm, you know it, even if I am a little sore. You're one Hell of a ride; wish I'd been aware of that earlier.” Squeezing Aya's shoulder, Yohji leaned in to kiss the man properly. He was surprised when the lips were pulled away after only a couple of seconds.

 

 

“Well then…same time next week?” At that, Yohji had to laugh. He was hoping that Aya would be up for another tumble, but didn't guess that he'd be the one to suggest it.

 

 

Turning Aya to face him, the pair met in a proper hug and Yohji leant down to press his lips against an ear. “I'm all for it…but we have time for another round now, don't you think?”

 

 

The hardness starting to press into his thigh was a good enough answer and Yohji led Aya back into the bedroom, endlessly thankful that he hadn't bothered getting dressed again.

 

 

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***So the song that inspired this is called “Orchestra of Wolves”, by Gallows, from the album of the same name. It was mostly the chorus that caught my attention, and here are those lyrics, reproduced respectfully but without permission.

 

 

“If I offer to buy you a drink,

Trust me when I say it's non-alcoholic.

You're no good to me if you can't even speak;

I don't want you passing out,

I want you sucking my dick.

 

 

If I offer to buy you a drink,

Trust me when I say it's non-alcoholic.

I want you to wake up and remember my name,

When you're washing my come off your fucking face!”

 

 

Also, the line “Why waste time with conversation/When we can fuck for the rest of our lives” pretty much ensured that this was going to be pure smut. Thankyou, Gallows!***