Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Black silk, leather and lace ❯ Angel of Spring ( Chapter 2 )

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

NC 17 - Because of strong language, Lemon, male/male loving sex etc

Warning - For the above

Aya's POV

Pairing - Who else *smirks* Aya x Youji

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My Youji just smiles and I watch as his eyes roll and he lurched forward. Shit, I forgot he was drugged.

My head snaps towards Ken coldly as he rushes towards him and puts his body up against Youji. My Youji and I almost scream at him to get his fucking hands of him.

I breathe in deeply to control my anger. I push Ken away to lift Youji into my arms where he belongs.

"I can manage!" Every ounce of ice I put into those words.

Ken and Omi look at one another.

I smirk. As if I give a shit what they are thinking. I totally ignore them as we walk pass the bloodied bodies and I smile to myself. Tonight was a revelation and the man who opened my eyes was in my arms.

Tenderness rushes through me as I gaze down at his angelic face. My Angel. Never before have I experienced this feeling and I am not sure I understand it and quite frankly, I don't fucking well care.

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Back at our apartment.

The hot water tumbles over my body, the heat seeming to permeate through to my soul. My dark soul that has been with me since the death of my family.

Washing the blood of my face and out of my hair, I hope Omi has finished tending to Youji's wounds. I could not bear to stand there and watch Omi's hands all over my Angel.

I know that this is obsessive but do I even care? No I fucking don't!

He is my Angel. My Angel of Spring that has started a growth inside of me, a flickering light that is slowly penetrating the darkness deep within me. I am not sure if I am happy about it but I cannot stop it. Ran does not mind it, but Aya is another story. He just wants to go into the room, rip of Youji's boxers and bury himself inside his heated ass and start pounding. This image arousing as I feel myself growing hard.

My right hand makes it way down to my own cock a half smile on my face; images of Youji in black silk leather and lace. My callused fingers knowingly caress my shaft in the right places, my other hand now joining in as it massages my balls. God I can almost feel Youji's wet mouth taking me in as the images get more vivid.

I bite my bottom lip stopping myself from moaning too loud, as my hips begin to buck forward into my hand that is now gripping my cock tightly.

Yes that is it Youji; let me fuck your mouth. Let me, "Oh God!" The shower water making my hands slick against my own dick.

Images of my hand in his silky hair, my movements making his head go back and forth as my cock slides deeper into his delectable mouth, his tongue flicking as he begins to suck me off.

I groan and grunt, "Yes that's it Angel, suck me harder!"

I am now on my knees as both my hands are wrapped around my cock, my balls hitting them as I fuck my own hands.

The pressure builds as I begin to breathe harshly my body overheated as I ram my hands, "Fuck yes Youji…Yes my Angel!"

I grunt and close my eyes throwing my head back, the thought of Youji drinking and swallowing my passion fluid driving me over the edge, my semen now exploding against the shower wall.

Breathing raggedly I feel sated but not completely satisfied, I lean my forehead against the cool wall, the hot water running down my back as I blink my eyes close.

I want him. I want to own him. I want to possess him. I want to fuck him. I want to claim him. I want to make him all mine! Youji, my Angel of Spring.

"Aya you gonna to be in there all night. I need a frigging shower!"

Ignoring Ken I finally stand up, my breathing back to normal. I step out and dry myself, pulling on my crimson boxers, I feel it is time I paid my Youji a visit.

You see something is gnawing in the back of mind. Doubt! Prick of a word, especially where I am concerned. Will Youji remember the kiss? He was drugged after all. I smirk again. You want to know something…I don't fucking care! He is already mine. We were destined to be together, why else would two assassins that work perfectly together be brought together.

To be honest we all work perfectly together. The perfect team you could say. When we are all on a mission, we become different people. We watch each other's back and our movements are perfectly synchronised with one another. If one of us slips, and it does happen, the other three are there to keep the motion fluid and precise until the other team mate catches up again. That is a team. My team! Weiss Kreuz!

We have our emotional moments and at times it affects our missions, but we soon deal with it by burying it deep with all the other shit that we have hidden deep inside of us, and then we put in place the perfect mask so the others will leave you the fuck alone.

"Aya fucking hurry up!"

Ken…I have yet to forgive him for daring to touch Youji in such an intimate way. I have to take a deep breath before I open the door, my fist clenched tightly. I want to smash his face in until he bleeds.

Violent? Me? You bet your fucking life I am! Anything that I claim and wish to possess is mine and mine alone. I am an unforgiving bastard when someone else dares to touch what belongs to me, even if it was by accident.

Opening the door, I give him the 'artic look' daring him to say anything to me. I almost smile, almost, as I watch him open and close his mouth, confusion in his dark eyes. That's right Ken, think about it because I will never tell you. But the next time you touch Youji like that, I won't hold myself back. Me Aya Fujimiya!

Turning my back on him I head straight for Youji's room. That's right, my Youji's room. Omi walks out, shadows under his bright blue eyes. I arch an eyebrow.

"Youji is fine Aya. The drug was not a very strong one. The target was a very disturbed sick person."

Disturbed? Sick? He was a fucking psycho path who got the Aya Fujimiya justice! Omi very rarely swears but when he does, get out of his way. It is a usual sign that he is beyond control. Let that be a warning to you.

"The drug only made Youji languid so he could do whatever he liked with him." Omi's hand then wiped the sweat of his forehead tiredly.

He is a good kid, one that I would protect even if he is who he is. To me he is our Omi. The brains behind the team. We each have our part to play and without Omi's expertise we would be lost. But I will never admit this to him. Never!

"Youji has a few bruises and scratches; the cut on his neck fortunately is just that...a cut. That dagger must have been pretty sharp." Omi smiled tiredly. "Anyway I am off to bed."

I nod. "Night." Thank you Omi for fixing my Angel.

"Night Aya."

Watching Omi walk towards his door, I refuse to move until he has stepped inside his room and his door is closed. Hearing the soft click I enter Youji's room.

Stealthily like a cat I make my way towards Youji's bed, the soft glowing lamp shining next to my obsession. His honey hair is spread out on his black silk pillowcase, his lips slightly parted as he breathes in and out gently, his golden bare chest rising in perfect rhythm. My eyes travel down his body, as my breathing becomes heavier. God he is beautiful it is almost a crime. The Angels must be mourning the loss of one of their kind for he is lying down in this silk laid bed, ready and waiting for the crimson headed demon to claim his soul and heart for his own. Yes me Aya Fujimiya.

His eyes flicker slowly, his emerald depths looking confused as he stares at me. "Ran?!"

I stop myself from biting my lip as his sexy drawl makes all my blood rush down to my lower region. How is it possible that one person can heat my body up and make if feel like a fucking furnace simply by saying my name. My real name. Ran. Soft and breathless.

My eyes snap to attention towards his lips as his tongue peeks between the pink softness, licking them, his saliva wetting them. Trembling I cannot control myself for much longer. Just one more taste.

Like a predator, a lithe panther, I pad my way towards him my eyes never leaving his face. I am his mate and he is mine and now it is time for the mating process to begin. I flare with passion as his eyes blink twice, the emerald depths lighting with a mixture of desire and fear. I pounce and land straddling his body. I am in no mood for games my hands working there way up his torso, my fingertips gently caressing the few scars he has on his body. In our work we all have scars, it is inevitable. I can feel him trembling beneath me; his breathing has hitched as my fingers explore.

"Ran, what…why?"

"Shh Youji, just feel."

I am so hard that I feel I am ready to explode and I begin to rub my silk covered erection against his stomach, a soft moan escaping my lips. I smile as his eyes widen and I do it again. A slight flush burning his cheeks.

Holding his lovely face in my hands I lower my head still rubbing myself against him, and I feel ecstasy as his hands gently grip my hips, helping me, his own body now arcing upwards to meet mine.

My tongue flicks out to lick his mouth, a teasing motion like a cat. His trembling lips part for me and my tongue dips within his heated moistness that tasted of cigarettes and honey. I devour the inside like that of a starving man, my hands squeezing his nipples, thumbnails scraping them for good measure. My tongue sinuously wrapping around his tongue as I begin to suck the meaty flesh into my own mouth, fuck he tasted like honey nectar, and it was all mine.

"Ran," he groans loudly his nails digging into my flesh, the pain very erotic to me as I lift my head and begin nibbling on his chin. I want to taste him and only him, his musk calling out to me to take him as I feel his hardened cock rubbing against my ass.

I smirk and lick my way to his swan like neck. I am going to mark my territory for everyone to see that he is Ran's property alias Aya Fujimiya.

Sucking on his soft flawless skin, I drag the flesh between my teeth, to hear him gasp and moan. I don't bite; I don't want to hurt him. I just keep on sucking, licking and squeezing the flesh between my teeth until I am satisfied. I lift my head and smirk at the mark I have left on his neck. Perfect. A dark purple like bruise with teeth marks, my teeth mark my territory and my possession.

"Ran please…"

I lower my right hand, slipping it inside his black boxers and run my fingers through his pubic hair, teasingly at first, but my own cock was weeping as I could feel my boxers clinging to the tip, rubbing it when I moved making me want to ram into Youji right now. Taking a deep breath to control myself I run my fingers up his upright cock, the meatiness of his shaft so right in my hands.

Youji hisses and tries to move his hips saying hoarsely, "Fuck Ran…!"

Oh yes that is what I am going to do to you Youji, fuck you until we both collapse from exhaustion. I let him go because I want to feel cock against cock, my fingers buried deep into his hot ass.

I just smile at the disappointment on his face and move so I can pull his boxers off, my eyes greeted by his erection that was standing tall and proud. I bend my head to his tip that glistened of pre-cum, and flick my tongue out to gather it into my mouth and swallow it. Bittersweet, yet the taste was all Youji.

He jolted forward, his breathing now ragged as his hands move over my body erratically, his control slowly snapping. I hold his hips down with force, and lick again, then I begin to rub my cheek against it, this was mine and those who had him before will never have him again. I lick up the underside breathing in his smell, his aroma surrounding me, as the slit on the tip keeps weeping with his essence. Weeping for me. Aya and Ran Fujimiya.

I am finding it hard to breathe my own cock so sore and hard that it is just about ready to release. I cannot wait any longer. Quickly I slip out of my boxers and watch Youji look at me with hunger, desire and wonder as he licks his mouth.

Smiling at him my fingers move to caress the puckered flesh. I hope to God that he has some kind of lubrication, his breathing now faster as he stifles back a moan.

As if he could read my mind I watch as Youji leans over as he rummages through his drawer, and I feel a tingling sensation going up my spine. To finally bury myself deep inside of him. This thought made my cock throb. Fuck he has no idea how much I want to ram inside of him.

Throwing the jar to me, I catch it a smirk on my face. Honey lubricant. I should have known. From this day forth, honey will have a new meaning for me. Unscrewing the lid I throw it to one side and dip my fingers into the cold gel Youji spreading his long legs wider. My heart skips a beat or two at the trust I can see in his eyes. Neither one of us are virgins where this is concerned but the feeling was different for the both of us.

I have never wanted to own something exclusively as I do now, and I can see it in his eyes. Fuck I hope it is because the mere thought of anyone else touching him as intimately as this again makes me want to murder and maim all those around me. And fuck knows I mean it. Aya Fujimiya never kids about killing people.

A single finger teases around the dent and slips in slickly.

Youji hisses and moves his ass in away to make my finger go in deeper. I slide it and move it around, my heart thumping against my chest, my breathing harsh as I feel the inside of him. I then slip in another finger. Don't worry Angel I am going to make sure that you are stretched to the limit, as I thrust in another finger, stretching and moving searching for…

"Oh shit Ran…!"

…that's right Angel your prostate, your pleasure point. Ruthlessly I keep hitting the same spot and I watch with pleasure as Youji arcs his perfect body, as he pushes his ass forward, thrusting on my fingers.

"Oh God Ran please…please!!

I look at him wanting him to beg for it. Beg for what I want to give him anyway. "Please what Youji?" I make my voice low and husky, as I curl my tongue around his name, almost purring.

His eyes are wide looking at me, a single tear trailing down slowly, his voice shaking as he begs me, "Fuck me Ran; please I need it…now!!

I don't need to be told twice and slip my fingers out. I am almost dying here and I take a deep breath as I dip my fingers into the gel again my hands now shaking. Mine, Aya Fujimiya's. I smother my aching cock with the lubricant and hiss painfully, my own strokes making me groan. Fuck calm down Aya. I take deep breaths as I close my eyes tightly, my whole body trembling. I want this so badly that the fire seems to consume me.

Finally I lift his left leg to my shoulder and watch with adoration the opening that I am about to penetrate and his stiff cock that is weeping, making me hungry and so damn horny. I grab him by the hips and lift him a little and prod the head of my cock against his anus and slowly as I grit my teeth, I push in, the suction so mind blowing incredible that I am shaking more than ever.

"Youji...my Youji!"

I push in deeper the tightness of his ass squeezing my cock the pleasure almost unbearable. I have to stop and breathe, and nearly lose it when Youji moans again.

"Mmmm, fuck A-Aya…Rann!!

Yes that's right Youji, both Aya and Ran want this. Both of them want you; need you and God they want to fuck you so bad and learn to love you. They are both in me and they are me, and only you will be allowed to have them both, no one else, not even my sister Aya.

Youji rams his ass and impales himself to my aching shaft and whimpers.

"Damn you Youji!"

"Ran just fuck me already…Do it now!!" His harsh grunt loud.

That is all I need, there is no turning back now. He is mine! I pull out slowly until just my tip is in then I slam back into him, and I do it again until he is nearly tearing his silk sheets with his bare hands, his eyes locked with mine as the tears keep falling.

Dear God Youji, you are so sexy, so lovely that it makes me ache inside. "Youji…sweet Youji, stroke your cock for me."

I am nearing the edge but to watch him as his hand reaches for his own shaft and begins stroking with long hard stokes roughly made me plunge inside of his hot tight ass even faster. The bed rocking with each thrust I give him.

His leg drops from my shoulders as he wraps both his legs around my waist as we finally get a rhythm with one another.

"Aya…Ran…I am cumming…!"

With swiftness I wrap my hand around his as we both hand fuck his cock, our movements getting faster. I pump and begin hammering his sweet tight ass, my balls hitting the cheeks of his ass. Oh God the sensation was a fireball ready to explode as I felt the tightening in my sacs.

"Hnnnnn…Yes Aya…Yes!!" Youji stiffens, white ribbons of his semen splashing all over his chest and stomach, his ass clenching around my cock.

"Youji!!" I slam even harder, Aya taking over fully now, my violet eyes never leaving my lovers eyes. See what you do to me Youji. See the pleasure you give me. See Aya now, Ran is here lurking somewhere, but now Aya is here, the colder of the two and he wants you! The bed really rocking now as my thrusts becomes powerful.

I shut my eyes for moment, and ram into him one more time, holding my breath, then do it once more and all I can see is a white flash of lightning inside my head, as I explode deep inside of him calling out his name. "Youji!!" I feel my very essence flowing into him as we become truly one. Never have I been so joined with someone as I was now.

Youji pulls me into his arms and shoves his hot tongue into my mouth and we kiss and taste each other again. Joined by tongues and joined down in the lower regions. We are completely one. He is truly mine and now…though I hate to admit it…I am truly all his. Both Aya and Ran.

We pull apart and I slip out of him. I was afraid of losing that connection but Youji smiled at me, his hand caressing my crimson hair, my cheek and my lips, pacifying my fears, tiredness making me slightly drowsy. He leans over grabbing some tissues and we clean each other in companionable silence.

I lie on my back and pull him into my arms, holding him close to me. Youji's own arms wrap around me as he murmurs softly, "Night Aya and Ran."

Yes my Youji understands me better than anyone else ever will. I tighten my arms around him possessively as I kiss his silky honey hair. Possessive I am and possessive I will always be. He is mine and there is no turning back for either one of us. Ran is happy and now Aya Fujimiya has something in his life that he will never let go. Not for anything in the world.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring…but then that is another story.

Authors Note: Okay this was my first lemon ever, and it is obvious. But practice makes perfect! *winks*