Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Coitus ❯ Seducing a Swordsman ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Coitus [chapter 3/5]

Sequel to "Interruptus"

Author: Enigma

Series: Weiss Kreuz

Written: January - April, 2004

Rating: NC-17

Main Pairing: (Yohji x Aya x Ken)

Category: Angst Yaoi Lemon Language. AU-OOC. Giftfic.

Archive: mediaminer.org [author: "E-sama the Llama"] and Wuffie.net [author: "Enigma"]

Spoilers: None of significance.

Warnings: angst, yaoi, extended threesome lemon, coarse language, brief violence including bloodshed. AU-OOC. Giftfic for Skippyscatt.

Disclaimer: "Weiss Kreuz" is the property of Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. Oda Hiroyuki © Enigma, 2004, and is not to be used without permission. This unauthorized work of fanfiction is intended for entertainment only; kindly do not sue me.

Notes: After a successful mission followed by a near disaster, Yohji and Ken make Aya an offer that he hadn't dared to hope for. Will he accept or will certain dark secrets prevent him from ever finding true fulfillment with them?

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Toweling the worst of the water out of wine-hued tresses made maroon by virtue of being wet, Aya quietly padded back to the kitchen in search of some hot tea prior to sitting down to compose a proper mission report.

Suffering under a strange welter of emotions due to the events following Oda's demise, Aya's thought processes were cloudy and the unsettled feeling he had experienced earlier simply wouldn't leave him. Because of this distracted state, he had wrongly assumed that Yohji and Ken's aforementioned plans to celebrate would take them out on the town for drinks or some dancing. Hence he hadn't bothered to go to his bedroom in hopes of having more arousing noises to listen to through the wall.

When a fragment of a memory of eavesdropping through said wall passed through his mind, Aya silently convicted himself of being a complete degenerate yet again. That disquieting thought, however, was completely erased the moment he saw Yohji sitting at the kitchen table and looking somewhat pained as he attempted to adjust the now almost useless cold pack.

The older assassin was still dressed in the sexy midriff top and low riding leather pants that he typically wore when on assignment for Kritiker. Noting this fact made Aya slightly self-conscious about the well-worn, flannel bathrobe and ratty old sweatpants which were all that he'd pulled on after his shower.

Trying not to contemplate how desirable his teammate looked at the moment, Aya inquired, "How's the arm?" Without waiting for an answer, he confirmed for himself that the pack had been depleted of most of its cooling capacity.

Automatically shrugging and then wincing at the discomfort the gesture had caused, Yohji replied, "I've had a lot worse and lived. It's no big deal, Aya."

Snorting derisively, the redhead rejoined, "That may be true, but those other injuries were all mission related. This one just pisses me off, that's all." As he spoke, he removed the pack and went to the freezer to exchange it for a new one.

Taking the opportunity to examine his future bragging rights and finding the nascent bruise to be quite impressive, Yohji asked offhandedly, "Are you still ticked off about that trucker?"

"You almost wrecked your car," Aya grumbled despite the fact that his repeated excuses for his anger were beginning to sound hollow even in his own ears.

"So?" Yohji commented with a distinct lack of concern. "I'd rather trash my Seven than have some jerk broadside it and kill *you* in the process, Aya."

"Whatever." Aya muttered before commanding, "Turn towards me so I can get this pack on without reaching across the damned table."

"Sure thing," Yohji replied as he turned his chair towards the center of the room. His usual quips and impromptu nicknames were carefully excluded from their conversation otherwise there would have been references to Florence Nightingale and other nurses of note, something that would certainly have put a damper on the upcoming attempted seduction.

While Aya was occupied with tying the new cold pack in place, Ken slipped soundlessly into the kitchen. He gave Yohji a bit of a start by showing up dressed in the same cargo pants and tee-shirt that he'd donned earlier in the week when he was forced to endure the most physically difficult mission briefing of his life.

Yohji arched a golden brow inquiringly and Ken scowled at him to wordlessly say that, no, he hadn't taken the opportunity to outfit himself intimately with the item which had brought so much discomfort as well as pleasure on Tuesday. The ensemble hadn't been selected consciously, it just happened to have been washed earlier that day and was therefore readily available.

Trying not to look too disappointed since Ken had been gone long enough to have employed the butt plug which had heightened their post-briefing encounter, Yohji distracted himself by asking, "So, Aya, care to consider joining Ken 'n me for a little post-mission celebration tonight?"

Straightening after having to bend over to tie the ice pack in place, Aya self-consciously adjusted the robe which had gaped open and had inadvertently offered Yohji a healthy view of his smooth alabaster chest as he replied, "No. I don't care for the nightclubs you two prefer."

To avoid startling the man he was about to deliberately trap between himself and his lover, Ken cleared his throat quietly before stepping up behind Aya and saying softly, "We're not going out dancing tonight, Aya."

Jerking in surprise before turning partially towards Ken even as he took a step back towards Yohji, Aya replied with less confidence than he would've liked, "I've got a report to put together for Persia, so I really don't have the time to go out tonight." He startled again when a warm hand unexpectedly reached out to take him by the wrist in a successful effort to further distract him.

Rubbing the pad of his thumb across the vein pulsing rapidly beneath the skin of Aya's wrist, Yohji murmured, "we're not going 'out', aya. what we're asking is if you might care to join us upstairs for a *private* victory celebration."

"'upstairs'?" The redhead parroted in a nervous whisper.

"that's right," Ken assured quietly, thereby letting the warmth of his breath ghost across damp skin. He then took the towel that still hung around Aya's neck and used it to dry the last touches of wetness from glistening scarlet hair as he explained softly, "yohji and i have reason to think you might like to come and 'play' with us for awhile."

"you want *what*?!" Aya asked in a harsh whisper and then shook his head firmly. "no! i won't even consider it!" Despite his verbal insistence that he was disinterested in their intriguing offer, his subconscious knew it was what he needed most and therefore it never even occurred to him to force his comrades away from him and storm away as he would have done in the past.

"why not?" Ken asked while stepping infinitesimally closer and further insuring that their captive couldn't escape without a fight. Running the edge of the towel across all of the most sensitive points on Aya's neck, he whispered, "we'd be really happy to have you join us, aya."

Aya fought the desire to tremble when the towel fell to the floor and was replaced by warm fingertips which lightly caressed his throbbing jugular and then the hollow at the base of his throat. Swallowing thickly, he whispered in return, "it would be wrong…" His words trailed away as he forced himself to look at Yohji intending to refuse more firmly. His plans were totally destroyed, however, when he saw a hungry emerald gaze focused on the slightly outstretched front of his sweatpants.

Knowing his wordless expression of desire had been seen and understood, Yohji slowly tilted his face upwards and ran his tongue along his lips before he whispered, "ken speaks for both of us, aya. we want you to come to bed with us."

"and not to sleep either," Ken assured softly even as he finally slipped a hand inside Aya's robe in search of a sensitive nipple to tenderly fondle into hardness.

"definitely not to sleep," Yohji promised even as he noted that Aya's infamous icy resistance was beginning to thaw under Ken's seductive care. Taking things one step farther, he brought up his left hand and after he was sure Aya wasn't going to refuse to be touched, he lightly stroked the bulge that was so temptingly close.

It was all Aya could do to not lean back against Ken's strong form as the nineteen year old's hands pulled the robe open completely and gave himself greater access. As both of his nipples were gently toyed with in a fantasy come to life, he felt the firm press of an experienced hand against his burgeoning erection.

The delicious sensations were phenomenal, yet Aya forced himself to say, "but you have each other… you don't need me getting in the way."

"you won't be 'in the way', aya," Ken whispered.

"of course you won't," Yohji agreed and began a series of lazy strokes to Aya's groin which made the rod of flesh concealed beneath the sweatpants thicken rapidly.

As Yohji's hand caressed the firmness lurking beneath the threadbare gray fleece, Aya was hard pressed to stifle a moan of pleasure. The swordsman still wasn't completely certain that he wanted to go along with his comrades' plans, yet his ability to refuse was growing smaller and smaller even as the pulsing flesh under Yohji's expert care grew larger and larger.

Carefully reading Aya's body language and seeing less resistance than had been present in it previously, Yohji let his hand glide infinitesimally lower until just the tips of two fingers brushed the sensitive base of his hoped-for-lover's cock. The initial light touch then grew more insistent before sinking lower still to indirectly caress the velvety sac hanging beneath.

No longer able to hold back, Aya finally moaned softly in the back of his throat and tried desperately to keep his eyelids from fluttering as sensations long denied to him washed through his awareness.

"ah, what a lovely sound," Yohji murmured quietly so that only those in the room with him could hear.

The reason they were all being so quiet was that there was always the distinct possibility that Omi might reappear if he thought something was amiss, or so the trio believed. But that was not the case since the Weiss tactician was actually more than occupied at the moment.

Fairly innocent online chatting was a thing of the past for himself and a certain friend who was currently having far too much fun role playing their favorite yaoi pairing from the latest addition to the Gundam franchise. In other words, with (Athrun/Kira) cyber-sex on the horizon, Bombay was not to be heard from again for the rest of the evening, but the elder members of Weiss had no idea that was the case.

Aya tried diligently not to tremble when Ken whispered, "i couldn't agree with you more, yohji." He let one arm slip down to rest warmly around Aya's waist even as he turned the older assassin slightly so they could lock gazes when he gently twisted a nipple trapped between thumb and forefinger until he was rewarded with a tremulous repeat of the first moan.

The glowing smile Yohji threw to both men was filled with pride and a desire which was audible in his voice as well when he asked, "so, aya, are you okay with this?" The hand cradling the bulge in Aya's pants glided up and down before cupping the erection that he was looking forward to seeing. In a completely serious tone, the blond added, "you certainly sound like you're enjoying it, but if you'd really rather have ken 'n me stop, we will."

Full and knowing consent was something that was an absolute requirement for both Yohji and Ken. Even though they had deliberately trapped Aya initially, they would certainly never force further intimacy upon him if it was undesired or if he was uncertain in any way.

To Aya's horror and before he could even respond, the hand grasping him so warmly actually loosened its grip and his lightning fast motion to place his own hand atop it and return it to where it had been was entirely instinctual.

The swordsman was spared the further embarrassment of having to say anything when Yohji chuckled warmly, "ah, i take it that you're perfectly fine with continuing then." Rising from his chair and running the back of his left hand down Aya's invitingly bare chest, he murmured sibilantly, "excellent."

When a verdant eye winked at a chocolate one, Aya was confused until the warm hand that had been stroking his pectorals for only a moment suddenly moved to slip beneath the waistband of the sweatpants intending to offer some much more direct stimulation.

A sudden intake of breath hissed between Aya's teeth as he felt a hand that was not his own caressing his arousal for the first time in far too long. His spine stiffened and his head fell back just enough so that his hair intermingled with Ken's for a moment.

Beaming brightly as sanguine tresses blended with chocolate ones, Yohji was initially startled and then became delighted by the lack of interference he'd discovered under Aya's sweatpants. With a smirk, he teased lightly, "abyssinian is going commando on us tonight, siberian. i wonder what *that* means…?"

Ken's eyes grew large, then his own smile turned neon bright as he replied, "well, balinese, i kinda hope that means we're going to get a 'yes' to our party invitation soon. don't you?"

Annoyed by the mild teasing yet flattered by their attentions, Aya tried to force a tone of disgusted disapproval into his voice as he snapped quietly, "like i said before, i just wanted to get the stink of that killer's blood off of me! there wasn't time to go collect a proper set of fresh clothes before taking a shower!"

Hoping to soothe the sudden tension from the moment, Ken leaned close and whispered into an earring clad ear, "that's okay, aya. we were just trying to let you know that we appreciated having one less thing to take off of you later."

"but I still haven't said 'yes' yet," Aya hedged. The hand which gripped his erection firmly argued to the contrary as it slowly glided up and down, urging another soft moan from his lips.

Yohji leaned close and nudged an eartail out of the way with his nose before nuzzling Aya's right ear prior to asking very softly, "but are you going to say 'no', aya? if you are, you'd better do it now. at least part of you needs an answer soon."

Throughout the quiet seduction in the kitchen, Ken had ministered to Aya's chest, arousing his passions in the gentlest way imaginable. Now, however, he moved his tender assault to the side of the redhead's neck and kissed it tentatively while murmuring, "please, aya. we want you and we think you've been wanting us for quite awhile, too."

Not pulling away from the kissing lips and thereby encouraging more of the same, Aya asked, "why do i get the feeling you two know far more about that than i would've wanted you to know?"

Smirking to himself as he joined Ken in kissing Aya's neck until their greatly desired new partner almost couldn't stand up anymore, Yohji replied, "because we're weiss. we always get the information we need to get our man."

Groaning with need as Yohji's thumb glided over the tip of his erection and came away wet, Aya replied, "does this imply you want me to be said man?"

"very much so," Yohji assured.

"we both do," Ken agreed. Then, after tilting his head a little and making sure Aya could see the sincerity in his big brown eyes, he urged, "so? may we have your consent? please?"

Mimicking his lover and moving so that all three were gazing eye to eye, Yohji pleaded, "c'mon, aya. i promise you won't regret it."

After drawing in a very deep breath and trying to be absolutely certain that he wanted to go from being utterly celibate to having two lovers instead of one, Aya made a fateful decision and said with a sigh, "yes." An actual shudder ran down his spine as both of the others beamed joyously at him when he added almost too quietly to be heard, "i've wanted that so badly. but i just wasn't sure…" His words trailed away and no one was bothered by the incompleteness of his sentence.

"then be sure about this," Yohji said confidently before pressing his lips to Aya's and thereby claiming the first of many kisses to be exchanged by the new threesome in the course of the night. When he released his panting prey, Ken gently clasped Aya's chin and drew it down to himself for an equally passionate exchange.

Once the original couple had made sure to exchange a kiss of their own, Ken gently closed Aya's robe and tied it loosely shut even as Yohji slipped his hand free from the tattered old sweatpants. As one would expect, he made sure to lick the precum from his thumb with an appreciative smile before leading the way to the bedroom where their new relationship would be consummated.

Sadly, in the course of discovering each other fully, the three eldest members of Weiss would be forced to face certain dark secrets as well as some measure of physical pain for at least one of them. Whether or not their shared moments of sorrow would be truly worth it remained to be seen.

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To be continued.

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