Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Black silk, leather and lace ❯ Black silk, leather and lace ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Weiss Kreuz. Not even Youji. *sob*

NC 17 - Because of very bad language and some mild blood and gore

Warning - Mild Blood splashing, very strong language, shounen-ai

Pairing - Who else *smirks* Aya x Youji

Aya's POV.

Please Note - Don't blame me for this; blame the person who put me in a bad mood. I decided to become Aya and thrashed it out on this Fic just to get it out of my system, but honestly if I had a Katana I seriously would consider using it on the bitch. Heh, just as well I am not violent. *I think!*

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Black silk, leather and lace.

I'm working as a barman in a nightclub serving people I don't want to serve.

Fucking bastards all of them plundering my ears with their inane problems, drinking the alcohol like it was their saviour. Live for a week in my shoes assholes then you will see what real life is all about.

I'm getting weary with all this 'my girl friend this, my boyfriend that' shit and I am about ready to walk out, grab my favourite possession and run it through the lot of them. Anything just to shut them up!

I am Aya Fujimiya and I don't give a flying fuck for any of these morons and there pathetic problems. All I care about is my sister, my revenge and my team mates. Yeah you heard me right assholes, my team mates.

Don't get me wrong, I would rather rot in hell then tell them this, no, Aya Fujimiya doesn't do that kind of male bonding crap. The only bonding I like to do is when I run my sword through our targets, splitting there insides and watching them bleed to death, that is the closest to bonding I want to get.

Me and my Katana.

Perfect relationship, where I am in full control. We are an extension of each other and if anyone tries to get in our way then I will sever them as quickly as a blink of an eye. Nothing comes between me and my Katana! Nothing.

Excuse me but some bitch is trying to prove her masculinity by ordering a black cannon. This shot will rip your insides out and burn your throat until you are so numb you can't feel anything inside. Heh, especially the way I make them. If you can't handle the heat, then don't play with fire.

Now she is giving me that look, interest flicking in her dark blue eyes. Fuck does she have it wrong this time. Not my type lady, wrong gender. I give her my frosty look that I am renowned for and she gets the message. I can hear her babbling on, and I place my 'I am totally bored' mask on for good effect. It works.

I watch with malicious relish as she shoots the shot down her throat. Watching her coughing spluttering, I just smirk and move away, her eyes following me with daggers in them.

Stand in line lady, there is a cue.

You ask yourself why I am here. Well I think it is obvious dick heads. I am on a mission and whom is the team mate working with me on this. Youji. Fucking bloody Youji!

The biggest slut on two legs Youji. Heard the expression 'will fuck anything on two legs?' Well I am sure when it first came about they had him on mind. Don't get me wrong if I could get into his pants I would. Just once I want to slam into him and fuck him raw while he screams out my name.

And why am I pissed off. Because we had a big punching match before I left. He didn't want to be the one that had to attract the target tonight. He didn't want to be the one that had to lead him back into the make-out area so the target could fuck him into the wall.

But Aya Fujimiya is the leader and what I say fucking well goes full stop!

He hit me the blonde bastard! Right in the stomach. Twice! I wanted to pound his face till it bled but stopped myself just in time. If anyone thought that Youji was stupid then they deserve to have my Katana shoved right up their…, (smirks) you know where.

Youji is far from stupid. He wanted me to hit him. Anything so he could get out of this mission. Cunning prick. I will never tell him, but I admire him for that. Me Aya.

So here I am teetering on killing someone, anyone while the blonde has yet to make an appearance. Good old Youji, when he does something, even something he doesn't want to, he goes all out. Nothing held back.

In the corner of my eye I see a black form moving towards the bar, and there is something about the way it moves that I am familiar with. Curiosity made me look up.

Fuck!

Is that Youji?!

Don't worry, my face reveals nothing, I have my usual granite face mask on, but my heart is telling another story.

He walks as if he is floating, his long silk coat flows around his slender form, one button gathered around his slim waist accentuating it. Tight black leather pants hugged his long well shaped legs, buckled boots on his slender feet. My eyes can't help but lift to see he is wearing a black lacy top with a turtleneck hugging his long slim golden neck. All I can think of is black silk, leather and lace. My favourite fabrics that I like to rub myself against and he is wearing all three of them at once.

I swallow but still I maintained my stoic looks as I look into his sea-green depths. And though I hate to admit this, my heart is doing a few somersaults.

Fuck I hated admitting that!

His hair is glowing like golden honey around his beautiful face, yes beautiful. His lips were begging to be kissed, no ravaged as the wet gloss he was wearing drew attention to the soft pink virginal petals. Did I say virginal (smirks)? And I want to be the one to suck on them until they were blood red from my touch. Yes me, Aya.

He looks at me like he doesn't know me and he sees the target. I can see he wants to shudder but keeps it under control asking softly for a black cannon.

I arch my left eyebrow giving him that 'no drinking while on a mission' look. He totally ignores me and I know if I don't give it to him there will be hell to pay.

Yes Youji. He is a force to be reckoned with when the right buttons or wrong buttons are pushed and I have had first hand experience at this. He maybe all smiles and friendly but underneath all that prissy crap he is an assassin that is deadly, unforgiving, cold and calculated. Sounds familiar, (smirks). I am like that 24/7 he is like that on missions and when someone pisses him off. That is the difference.

I shrug and give it to him. He needs this to get him through this night, and something inside of me wanted to keep Youji here right by my side where I could see him. My hormones were in overdrive and I will blame it on the way he looks. The thought of rubbing my naked body and cock against his black silk lace and leather clad body was making my own body feel like a fireball was exploding through my entire blood stream.

I want to fuck him, possess him and ram his slender golden body up against a wall and hammer into him until we are both screaming from our orgasm. Our names' falling of each other's lips in unison.

The thoughts of the brunette target touching Youji made me want to go up to him and separate his fucking head from his neck with my Katana. Where this jealousy came from I have no idea but to possess Youji meant I wanted him all. And when this mission is over, my personal mission is to make Youji all mine!

I will tell you something here and now, no ego trip either. When I go for something I usually get it. So don't be surprised when I get what is rightfully mine. Youji!

He has no idea at my thoughts and what I am going to do to him. No he just shoots the liquid back, and I watch his neck movement through the black lace as the fiery liquid slides down his throat. I smirk with pride that he is able to handle the shot and the fact that I want to run my tongue up and down that perfect neck and start sucking on that flesh until it is almost black as the drink.

Slamming the glass down he looks at me with his lazy gaze. "The show begins." Like he really wants to do this.

We know better.

I watch as he sways his hips seductively walking towards the DJ, my hand wrapped around his glass tightly.

Keep control Aya, the mission must come first but I swear if the target lays one bruise on that golden skin he won't have any fingers left by the time I am finished.

Some morons wants to be served, and they all pull my attention away from the target and my team mate. With nimbleness I deal with them, not caring if I have mixed the drinks properly or not. They are not about to complain. Would you complain to me?

…No I didn't think so.

The music changes to a hypnotic beat, Gatecrasher tech music. Slow and erotic.

And then I see him. Youji. If I was free with my emotions or my body actions, my mouth would be wide open and drawling. Fortunately I'm not. But I feel a tightening sensation deep in the pit of my stomach and somewhere lower.

He dances by himself and he catches my eyes on him, his verdant gaze just as hypnotic and erotic as his dance. His silk coat caresses his body as he sways, gyrates and assaults your senses with every hip movement he tempts you with. Right now I wish I was that silk coat, wrapped around his form, caressing him and touching him.

I see the target eyes are watching him also, the look of lust and hatred lingering in the brown gaze. Sick bastard. Gets his kick in raping then torturing his lovers.

The even sicker part is that he has yet to be convicted. Justice! My ass!

He will soon get the Aya Fujimiya justice and won't live to do it again.

I smile with satisfaction at this, my hand itching to grab my Katana because the thought of him touching what I want to make mine makes my blood run cold. The jealously coursing through me like barbed wire.

He makes his move and I am on high alert. Youji still dances with sweet eroticism his lips parted and I shiver with the thought of plunging my tongue deep into that sweet wet delectable mouth, and tasting his flavours our saliva's mixing and becoming one. The pressure builds as I feel myself hardening all over but I have to concentrate. Time enough for the other later on.

The brunette target has spooned his body against Youji's back and I feel every fibre of my being react harshly at this sight. They move as one, bodies dancing and looking like they were fucking each other. It takes every ounce of strength within my body to keep myself standing here because I want to go over there and cut the target up limb by limb starting with his hands.

It does not help when his hands are caressing the silk coat that he has no right to touch. Youji plays his part well, though I can see beyond that mask he has in place, his green orbs smouldering with revulsion.

I smile at this. That's right Youji, you belong to me though you are not aware of it yet and once you are I will kill anyone who dares touch you.

Possessive? So fucking what. Once I claim something I claim it for good. I am not the sort to do things by halves. It is all or nothing with me. That is the way of Aya Fujimiya.

Shit now I am being bombarded by damn customers again, and I am trying to keep an eye on the target. (Shrugs) the sooner I serve them the sooner they will be gone.

I keep checking to make sure they are still there, glad in a way that I did not have to see the way the target pawed my soon to be Youji.

I check before I turn my back and I hope that Omi and Ken are ready with the tracking device just in case the target moves from here sooner than we think.

I feel like smashing this customer's face when he keeps changing his mind, like I have all day to be waiting. I can feel my patience wearing very thin and he has one second to make up his mind before I make it for him.

Two! One! Times up buddy and you can guess what I am giving him. Heh, (smirk) black cannon coming right up. I slam it in front of him grabbing his money. He looks at me.

"Drink it!" My tone is like ice and I glare at him as he does as he is told.

I shiver and feel that something is not right. Youji!

They are not there. Shit and Hell! Running I leave the bar the manager looking at me with anger. Up yours buddy I have more important things to attend to.

First things first, I grab my Katana the heat in my veins pumping through my blood stream, at the expectation of killing the target.

He is mine!

The night air is cold as I rush outside down the alleyway. I could hear voices but none of them were Youji.

I know that Omi and Ken are not too far behind and I feel confident but when I see what they are doing to my Youji all I see is crimson!

I am a killing machine as the exhilaration rushes through every nerve end in my body, my Katana arcing and slashing. The image in my head is a drugged Youji being touched in places by more than one male, the target standing there watching and getting his kicks out of it holding a strange shaped dagger in his hand.

Red paints the walls as I carve my way towards the target, my mind acting on one thought. Kill the bastard kill him; paint the town red with his blood!

Like a coward his strange weapon is at Youji's throat, and he smirks. "One false move and I will draw a pretty picture on his neck, from ear to ear." To prove his point he pushes the dagger to Youji's lacy throat, red trickling from the cut.

I watch and wait. I have said it before; Youji is a cold calculating bastard that I could really love. As much as he is drugged his brain can still function, maybe a little slower than normal but it still works.

With swiftness that even threw me Youji had ducked, pushing his elbow backwards hitting the man where it really hurt. His groin. I smirk as Youji rolls away nimbly leaving the target open for me.

He bruised my Youji. Slice! There goes his fingers. Slice! There goes his other fingers' holding the dagger. I then go in for the kill pushing my Katana right through his body, pushing it upwards as I hear tearing and breaking the blood spurting everywhere. This is for you Youji. He will never touch you again.

With relish my heart beating faster than normal I wipe my blade clean on the dead targets clothes, kicking him for good measure. Then I turn to my Youji.

I smile softly at him and kneel down beside him. He smiles back at me and winks. "We make a good team Aya?"

"Ran…call me Ran when we are alone." I caress his face my eyes taking in everything, making sure he is alright. I twitch at the bruise on his cheek, the ripped lacy top and silk coat, his leather pants with the broken zip. I shake my head, the target is dead now be happy with that.

I help him up and he leans on me, his soft voice breathing in my ear. "Ran, I am sorry about hitting you in the stomach. I should have trusted you."

I stop and hesitate not quite sure what to think. Looking deeply into his emerald eyes, I am searching for what I am not sure, but it was the way Youji said it to me. Breathless and I can't place the other emotion.

Unconsciously my hands were in his hair. Youji's golden tresses of pure silk, my heart beating erratically from the feel of his hair in my hands. So erotic, so sensual. So Youji! My lips reach up to his cheek. Oh my God, hot silk is his skin against my lips. My tongue peeks between my lips to taste him. Honey and musk.

"Youji!" I moan softly. He stands there, his slender body trembling against mine. I feel euphoria as his hands wound around my waist. I lick my way to the wanton lips of Youji, the kiss so chaste at first, so quick, a tease not only for him but also for myself. I smile as he moans my name.

"Ran!"

That one uttered word ran through me like satin silk. I lick the shape of his lips, getting the feel of them, memorising them and sigh as his lips part. My tongue gently parts them and then aggressively pushes its way into the heat of his moistness as I explore every part inside of him, and we both moan as out tongues rub against one another, twining then sucking until our saliva's are one.

We part as we hear footsteps coming towards us. Ken and Omi.

I smirk looking at Youji, his lips are blood red and I promised myself to mark his neck.

You see, I Aya Fujimiya always gets what he wants and the first phase of my personal mission has just begun.

Next phase is to get him to wear black silk, leather and lace just for me. Then I will show him all the passion that Ran has simmering underneath this cold exterior that everyone has come to know as Aya Fujimiya.

Authors note - The blue eyed bitch in the beginning represents the person who put me in the Aya mood. Blame her for this Fic. *grins*