Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Car Trouble ❯ Chapter 1

Weiss Interlude 8: Car Trouble

Author: Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Pairings: Omi x Yohji (yes, that *is* correct…I know, scary)

Genre: PWP and all that entails.

Yohji cursed, loudly, as he banged the hood of his precious car shut, loudly.

Omi, for his part, continued banging his heels against the back bumper from where he sat on the trunk.

"I guess we better call Aya and Ken for a ride," the brunette grumbled, raking a hand through his dark curls to pull them back into another ponytail.

"Already have," Omi announced cheerily. "They're already past Shinjuku, which means they'll be at least half an hour."

Yohji huffed. "Great. Just great."

"Lovely," the blonde agreed, stretching against the sports job, arching his back.

"What could we possible do to while away thirty minutes," he mused.

Yohji did a double take, noting for the first time that that wasn't a dart the kid was fingering. "I do believe I've corrupted you into a true hentai, chibi."

Omi grinned, tapping the tube of lubricant against his cheek. "Nah. You just provided me with an outlet for my inner ecchiness!"

The brunette assassin had no defenses against Tsukiyono "Come Hither" blue eyes (tm), and soon found himself all over Omi, pressing the younger man back against the trunk of the Saturn Coupe, settling between the boy's spread thighs without a second thought. Omi's lips parted beneath his and several minutes passed before the younger man pulled away.

"Yotan," he breathed against the other man's ear. Hands were roaming over his back, down against his ass, trying to squeeze him beneath his assassin gear, threatening to break Omi's concentration. "Remember when we started, you said anything I wanted, at my pace?"

Yohji pulled back then, allowing the chill of the cool night air to pass between their bodies once again. "Sure, Omi. What you got in mind?" he asked as nonchalantly as possible. He was beginning to regret the promise made several months earlier, but so far Omi hadn't asked for anything really dangerous or too mortifying, and some of the things the younger man had suggested had been downright fun. Like that one time on the mission when-

"I want to-you know," Omi interrupted the taller man's thoughts, blushing as his hands slid from Yohji's shoulders to his ass, lightly caressing the tight material there suggestively.

"Oh." And then, "Oh!"

Omi pulled away hesitantly and even-if the brighter coloring of the younger man's cheeks were any indication-embarrassed. "It's okay, we don't-I mean, I understand if-"

"Okay."

The younger man's rambling cut off suddenly, and he looked back up at Yohji hopefully. "Really? You mean it?"

The taller assassin could count the number of times he'd played `uke' on one hand. Still, it wasn't something he absolutely hated-he just preferred being on the giving end rather than the received. But looking into the dark, grey-fleck blue eyes looking back at him hopefully, Yohji didn't really need to debate the answer to Omi's request.

"Yes, I really mean it. Jeesh," he teased, grinning down at his little blond. "You keep it up and you'll have me believing you don't believe me in anything."

"I believe you're a wonderful, considerate, and extremely talented lover," Omi quipped, darting forward to steal another kiss before his lover could reply with more than a humphf.

Through shear talented manipulation, Yohji managed to reverse their positions so that he was the one leaning against the Coupe now, and Omi was the one surging between his thighs. "Whoa, easy there, cowboy," the brunette teased, dragging his lips away from Omi's reach. "You wanna do it *here*?"

The blond grinned back at him. "Aya and Ken wont be here for-" he dragged Yohji's watch to his face, "at least another twenty-eight minutes. That should be plenty of time to clean up any mess."

"Think about this much?"

Omi nodded seriously, knowing full-well that Yohji was teasing him. "Much," he agreed. "Especially in the last fifteen minutes…wondering how I could casually bring the subject up and then imagining exactly how you would looked spread against the Coupe, with you pants around your knees, and-"

"You *have* been thinking about this," Yohji laughed. "Okay, okay. Spread against the… Like this?" he asked, leaning back against the rear window and lifting one knee so the heel of his boots caught on the edge of the trunk, raising one arm over and under his head to cradle his skull away from the hard glass.

The blonde grinned, but shook his head, swirling his pointer finger in a circle and whispering, "Over, on your stomach. Oh, but wait!" he added, ducking back into the car to grab Yohji's previously discarded coat.

The brunette obediently allowed his lover to manipulate him till content and shivered in the chill of the wind that ran along his naked ass. "You better use a lot of that stuff," Yohji warned, looking at the lube significantly. "Unlike you, I'm not used to a lot of callers knocking at my backdoor."

Which earned him a swift slap to his left cheek, but left the casually draped man grinning-and gasping when Omi literally upturned the tube and squeezed half the contents between Yohji's rear cheeks. Yohji moaned against his arm as nimble fingers worked at thoroughly preparing him.

"Shit, Omi, I'm ready, I'm ready," he groaned as those fingers continued working him, targeting that little bundle of nerves that weakened his control. Another flick of those fingers was a parting gift before Yohji was left suddenly empty, and Omi quickly, dutifully, prepared himself.

"You're sure you're-"

"No more talking," Yohji ordered, arching his back and pressing his stomach into the curve of the trunk, abling his ass to brush against Omi's groin, eliciting a hiss from the other man. "Fuck me already, Omi," he breathed, shooting a look over his shoulder to watch the other man's reaction.

`I love you.'

The words never left his lips vocalized, but Yohji smiled, turning back to his arm as Omi stepped behind him, closing the distance.

It was a strange feeling, being filled so intimately like that. Slightly uncomfortable. But Yohji knew to look past the twinge of uncomfortable for the pleasure that could be found beyond, and soon it was everything he could do to bite his arm and swallow the demands for more, hard and faster.

Sex was a drug, and Kudo Yohji was an admittedly open addict. But sex with Omi was like life support for a dying man…

*

Yohji climbed into the back seat of the Nissan that Kritiker had kindly replaced Aya's Poushe( sp) after the pourshe had had the misfortune of encountering a 18 wheeler. The truck won.

"The Coupe finally died, huh?" Ken stated the obvious as he turned around to look at both Yohji and Omi as the two settled into the back.

"It was a good car; treated me well," Omi sighed, staring after the Silver Saturn as Aya pulled away. "It's a shame my first car didn't last longer, though. I guess I'll just have to be content with the memories and stick to motorcycles."

"Don't worry, Omitichi," Yohji grinned, pulling his younger lover across the back bench and into his lap. "We can always go car hunting. Find a nice little jeep, with a nice trunk area…"

"No making out when I'm driving," Aya ordered, not even bothering to take his eyes off the road in front of him. "I don't even want to hear innuendoes."

Ken turned to look back at the other two apologetically. "We were a block away from home when you called."

"Ah," the other two replied, grinning and settling on just cuddling for the hour drive home.

Yohji added with a grin. "That's OK, we were able to pass the time without *too* much boredom."

Omi blushed and prodded Yohji with his elbow.

~OWARI~

AR: {smokes on bubblegum cigarette} was it good for you?

Mari-chan: (takes bubblegum cigarette and chews it) Mmm, completely. I told you the Saturn has and excellent "ride", but are you going to clean my Silver Coupe?

AR: That's what Hess Gas Stations are for, silly! {new plot bunny bangs her over the head} Oooh….