Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Coping ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

***It’s long-winded. It’s disgustingly descriptive. It’s about one-sixth scene setting, and five-sixths sex scene (yet it’s still over 8,000 words long). Yes, it’s another one of my pointless smut fics!

Set pre-Kapital, and kinda OOC, but then again they don’t actually have sex with each other in the show (sad, I know), so they’re already acting out of character anyway. That’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it.

I own nothing, apart from a gutter mind and the will to write.***

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Aya, with his bed pushed against the wall that he and Yohji shared, easily heard it when the brunette’s door slammed shut. He also had a prime position to hear the one-sided screaming match going on in the next room; but he wouldn’t have been surprised if pedestrians on the busy street below could have listened in on Yohji’s phone call.

In the few months that he’d lived with Yohji and the other two, Aya had never witnessed the man lose his temper to this degree. Screaming down a phone line just didn’t seem to be his style; most conflicts could clearly be resolved with a charming smile and a few soothing phrases.

But this was…different. For the past two months, Yohji had been seeing just one woman. She was a tall blonde with a grating American twang to her Japanese, who seemed to have an actual personality- as opposed to the mindless drones that usually flocked around Yohji. Aya couldn’t say that he’d taken the time to learn much about his older teammate, but judging by something he’d heard Ken say to Omi, the concept of Yohji actually dating one sole woman was damn near unheard of.

He wasn’t entirely sure why; something to do with an old relationship ending badly, or some sort of similar ‘tragedy’. Aya had heard the brunette call out a name at night, on a semi-regular basis; but he never caught what it was exactly, and he wasn’t about to ask and betray the fact that he actually might have had an interest in Yohji’s life.

Aya always played his cards close to his chest; he didn’t like people knowing what he was doing until he was actually doing it or, more preferably, had already done it. That was why, in seven months of being a Weiss member, he’d never shown too much emotion to his teammates.

He wasn’t particularly rude to them, even after Ken’s idea of a warm welcome had turned out to be rather painful; but he wasn’t open and friendly, either. And that explained how Yohji had no clue what was going to happen to him after he hung up that phone.

Aya knew that Yohji was going to be…open to certain suggestions in his current state, needing a certain degree of familiar comfort. He was hurting, Aya had gathered from the half of an argument that he’d heard. Yohji’s girlfriend had cheated on him.

Chances were, Yohji was going to want to forget all about women for a few hours, and that was where Aya knew he could get in. Hell, he’d been waiting for such an opportunity for…too long. He’d lashed out verbally at the man when he’d woken in his bed the first morning, but that was only to stop himself from lashing out physically and dragging the grinning face that had greeted him closer for a more in-depth examination. The brunette was an extremely attractive man, and in Aya’s half-woozy state at the time, he’d nearly done something completely idiotic.

Sure, Yohji was probably totally straight, and he was most likely going to be back to bed-hopping with women tomorrow…but tonight, it was Aya’s turn. He’d waited patiently, but what Aya wanted, Aya took. And he wanted Yohji.

Right now, the man next door had a lot of built-up stress, and even if he didn’t know it, what he needed was for someone to take the edge off. This time, that person was going to be Aya.

Hearing the phone slamming down, Aya smirked to himself as a drawn-out sigh sounded through the wall. He was above taking advantage of a vulnerable person…but because he had full confidence that Yohji was going to enjoy himself, he didn’t really see it as taking anything.

Except maybe the virginity of Yohji’s ass, if his assumptions were correct.

Mentally counting the seconds until his window of opportunity opened, Aya rose from his bed and stretched. Yohji had no idea what was about to happen…and that was just the way Aya wanted it.

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Yohji sighed, flopping back onto his bed and running a hand through his hair. He couldn’t decide whether he was angry, depressed, vengeful or just plain confused. It wasn’t that he loved her, Hell no; he’d been trying, but he couldn’t seem to work up anything more than a sense of lust and friendship for the woman. So he’d faked it, hoping that it might become real eventually.

He’d just been feeling that he needed something normal in his life, something far removed from Weiss. Stupid idea, really.

So it wasn’t the fact that he was heartbroken that had him all torn up; instead, it was the principle of the matter. He’d done absolutely everything for this woman, had been nothing but a perfect gentleman, had even managed to get through the months without straight-up lying. It’d been difficult, but at least he’d tried.

And what did Yohji have to show for it? A sore throat from yelling, severely bruised pride, and the knowledge that she’d never stopped fucking her ex-boyfriend. The son of a bitch had answered her phone when Yohji had called, and she hadn’t even tried to come up with a decent excuse as to why he was there. She’d put all the cards on the table, for once, and it had turned into a loud, irrational argument.

He’d been lied to, cheated on; it just wasn’t worth the effort he’d put in. And that was why he was feeling so messed up. Tomorrow, he’d be back to his usual flirtatious, charming self…but for tonight, he was going to wallow in self-pity. He didn’t want Omi’s fussing, Ken’s clumsy attempts to cheer him up or Aya’s derisive glares.

He just wanted to be left alone.

But it was only when that thought had crossed his mind that he’d realised- he actually wasn’t alone.

In the near-silence of the room, if he listened carefully, he could hear the sound of gentle breathing. For someone to get inside his room without him noticing was terrible on his part…but the only people good enough to pull something like that off were his teammates, so Yohji knew that he wasn’t in any immediate danger.

The unlucky soul standing somewhere in his room might be, though. Yohji really wasn’t very impressed at the intrusion.

Without looking around or even opening his eyes, the brunette growled out a warning to whoever was there. “I’m not in the fucking mood, okay, so just walk right back out that door. If there’s a mission, I decline.”

Footsteps sounded in the otherwise-still room, and just as Yohji was about to snap out another dismissal, he felt a presence right by the side of his bed. Finally opening his eyes, it took a few seconds for the dim light in the room to turn the shadowed blur into a recognisable figure. Even so, he thought his eyes were tricking him when a thin strip of dull light, sliding through the nearly-closed blinds, highlighted a flash of brilliant red hair.

It wasn’t possible that Aya was the one who’d come to his room. The man had barely said ten words outside of missions since he’d arrived, so why start now? Especially when Yohji wasn’t in the mood to talk his way out of a fight. “Aya? Kindly fuck off. Thankyou.”

Yohji wasn’t perfectly certain, but he could have sworn that Aya came out with a laugh…well, it was more like a single amused noise, but it was a rare flash of emotion from a man who didn’t seem to care about much at all.

“I just wanted to know if you were finished yelling. The walls here are quite thin, as I’m sure you’ve realised.” Yohji found himself wondering if Aya’s voice had always been so deep and smooth…he really hadn’t heard it that much since Aya had woken up in his bed…

“Look, Aya-…” Yohji didn’t get far into his sentence before Aya jumped in again.

“Why are you so cut up? You didn’t love her, did you.” It wasn’t a question; Aya phrased it as a statement, like he knew everything that went on inside Yohji’s head. It pissed the brunette off even more.

“No, I didn’t, but that still-…”

“Well then, what’s the problem? Was it something else? Could the stupid bitch deepthroat?”

For the first time in quite a while, Yohji was speechless. He really didn’t think that Aya knew, well, anything about sex. After a few long seconds of tense silence, Yohji finally found his voice again.

“What the fuck, Aya? I didn’t think you were that interested in my sex life, but hey, since you asked…no, she couldn’t.” It was almost satisfying to get through a full sentence without being interrupted, even if the topic was a little…odd. Not that Yohji had any concept of shame, as Ken and Omi had quite sadly realised on many occasions.

Suddenly, using reflexes that Yohji hadn’t seen outside of missions, Aya’s face was a Hell of a lot closer than it had been. He could smell Aya, a masculine scent with a faint hint of spice…and yet, having him so close wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. But why was he here, so out of the blue?

“Well, I can.” Aya goddamn near purred, and Yohji inhaled quickly; from anyone else, that would be a definite come-on…but Aya was a man, and Yohji had never…and where was this coming from?

“Wha-…I…You...” Sometimes, Yohji’s eloquence startled even himself. What the fuck? He was a master of seduction, and it wasn’t like a man had never hit on him before, though he’d never taken up any of those offers…Yohji usually knew exactly what to say, but words seemed temporarily beyond him.

From where he was hovering above Yohji, Aya cocked his head to the side inquisitively. With the slightest lift to one side of his mouth, that rumbling voice spoke out again. “You really haven’t been with a man before. I must say, I’m surprised.”

Yohji vaguely registered that there was another blow to his already-battered ego in there somewhere, but it didn’t really bother him. He was more concerned with the somewhat-unsettling fact his brain had suddenly decided to announce: that Aya’s eyes were the most fascinating colour. Yohji had always just assumed that the redhead had blue eyes that looked kind of violet because they reflected his hair, or something. But no, from such a short distance, Yohji could clearly tell that the gracefully angled eyes were actually a true shade of purple.

“You have the most amazing eyes…” Yohji could have punched himself in the face. Why, of all the times to get his voice back, did it have to be then? Aya shifted his gaze ever-so-slightly up, looking directly into Yohji’s own eyes. Heat immediately began to pool in Yohji’s stomach, at least until his mind reminded him of why he had been laying, on his own, in a dark room.

“…But even so, I’m really not interested right now. As you heard, I just went through a pretty messy break-up, and I ain’t feeling the best.” Right now? Right now? What the fuck was that? Would Yohji really…would he, at some point, fuck a man; his teammate? His aloof, exotic, abso-fucking-lutely beautiful teammate…

For a moment, Yohji was reminded of every time he’d ever caught himself looking at another man, admiring the way a particularly handsome guy was put together. He was forced to admit that he had wondered what it would be like to sleep with a man…to be taken, rather than to be the one doing the taking. And Aya…Aya was unlike any other man he’d ever seen. The pale redhead looked like a fallen angel of vengeance when he leapt at a target, sword in hand and covered in bloody leather…he even looked good when he was completely devoid of emotion and doing something as banal as washing dishes.

Now, with that finely-boned face hovering inches above his own, all thoughts of women were- for once- chased away. The only thing that Yohji could focus on were those unearthly eyes and, dropping his gaze a little, the lips that glistened slightly from the tongue that had just run quickly across them. What would they taste like? It wouldn’t be the artificial tang of flavoured cosmetics, or the bite of stale alcohol and cigarettes…Yohji felt a shiver run through his torso, shooting down towards his groin where a familiar tingle was starting to grow.

“You have a good poker face, but no one can out-bluff me.” Aya’s voice had an amused edge, and Yohji suddenly began to panic. He should just get up, laugh it off, and walk away. Yet…he was still lying on his bed with Aya hanging over him, lips slowly moving closer as he talked. He didn’t want a man, he wasn’t gay! He loved women!

But he still didn’t move. He didn’t even try to deny Aya’s words.

“I can see it in your eyes; you don’t want to resist. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be stroked on the inside? To have someone else be balls-deep in your ass?” Yohji’s breath unwillingly picked up, the rise and fall of his chest becoming more and more obvious. Aya’s eyes flashed, and he pressed his palm into the mattress just to the side of Yohji’s upper arm. Yohji could only watch as those lips came within a two-inch range of his own, dreading and wishing for the contact all at once.

“Have you never touched yourself while imagining that it was another man doing it to you? You don’t know what you’ve been missing, Yohji…I can make you feel better than you ever have before.”

Yohji gasped, both from surprise at the unexpected words and from a growing sense of arousal. Sure, Aya was a man, and his teammate…but…he seemed to know just what Yohji needed; physical pleasure without emotional pain. And he was so damned good-looking…

“I…I’ve never…” Yohji’s voice came out with a squeak, and he stopped to take a deep breath and clear his throat. Upon beginning again, Yohji was pleased to note that he sounded close to normal…well, as close to normal as a guy could get when a ridiculously gorgeous man basically had him pinned to a bed. “Why, Aya? Why are you doing this? Why now?”

In a flash of red hair, the face disappeared from Yohji’s vision and the hand left its spot on his bed. His body wanted to follow, wanted to seek out the closeness all over again; his mind told him to be thankful, to celebrate the fact that his questioning had apparently driven Aya away. Because he didn’t want this…did he?

As his mind and body debated, the brunette suddenly felt his mattress shift and realised that there was a weight perched across his upper thighs. Again using graceful speed, Aya had caught Yohji unawares, this time getting closer to the man than Yohji had ever thought the swordsman would.

In the back of his mind, alarm bells were screaming the word ‘predator’…and one look at Aya’s dark smirk only made that realisation hit harder. Yohji began to freak out once again, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that Aya might be entirely capable of simply taking what he wanted…whatever that might be.

And yet; Yohji didn’t move. He simply waited to hear what Aya had to say…even though the fact that he was currently straddling Yohji’s legs gave some indication of the ‘why’.

Aya shifted his position, putting a little more weight on Yohji’s legs. He was careful, though, not to make the other man feel totally trapped; this was not going to be rape. If Yohji truthfully said no, Aya would stand and leave; he would act like nothing had happened, and he was sure that the brunette would do the same. When Yohji had said that he wasn’t interested, his voice had shook with indecision; that was why Aya had pushed harder.

It was obvious that Yohji wanted this, somewhere deep inside…Aya just had to make him see it.

Looking directly into Yohji’s eyes, Aya placed one of his own hands on top of Yohji’s forearm, which was crossed over his own stomach just above where his shirt had risen to display a flash of toned abdominals. Aya’s long fingers gently stroked the tanned limb, and Yohji’s green eyes widened.

“Why? Yohji, I’ve watched you try and drown yourself in women, whether it’s just one or it’s someone different every day. But I can tell that you aren’t happy.” Aya made sure to lower his voice to a soft rumble, a tone that he’d seen visibly melt other people. It worked, as usual: Yohji’s eyelids dropped to half-mast, and another gentle shiver ran through his upper body.

Taking his hand from Yohji’s arm, Aya moved his fingers to the brunette’s jaw, still keeping a close watch on those green eyes for any sign of rejection. When it didn’t show, he started to speak again. “You don’t have to lie to me. I already know. If you give yourself to me, all of yourself, I can do things for you that no woman can. For tonight…I can let you forget her, and them.”

As he spoke, Aya traced his fingers along the brunette’s jaw bone, down his neck and in a slow descent over his covered chest, lightly passing across where hardening nipples showed faintly through the tight shirt. Stopping just above where Yohji’s arm blocked the path, Aya leaned closer, using his other arm to support his weight by sitting it right next to Yohji’s neck. But he wasn’t going to go any further without permission; the final decision was up to Yohji.

Aya could see the hesitation in the other man’s eyes; but when he flicked his eyes downwards, he could also see the bulge forming in Yohji’s tight pants. He wanted to run his hand over the bump, to free the man’s cock and stroke it for the first time. But he would wait; he would wait for as long as it took for Yohji to make up his mind.

Seconds passed, with Yohji still breathing harshly and Aya focusing on not simply taking. Gently tracing patterns on the brunette’s chest, Aya felt growing unease that Yohji was about to throw him off and run…maybe he was just too stubborn to give into a man…

When shaking, unsure arms unfolded from Yohji’s stomach, Aya tensed. What was the older man going to do? Lightly, he felt fingers press against his hips, not realising that he’d stopped breathing when Yohji had started to move. Yeah, he was acting with his usual mask of control…but beneath that, there was normal, human uncertainty. He could live with being rejected; he just didn’t want it to happen.

Suddenly, the fingers lightly touching his hips tightened, and Aya felt the muscles beneath him move as Yohji reared up. The next thing he knew, Yohji’s lips were on his, and the world tasted like cigarettes and freshly-corrupted heterosexuals.

Aya assumed that Yohji had fallen into old habits, because there was barely any uncertainty in his kiss. Feeling a tongue start to press against his closed lips, the redhead immediately opened to allow it entry, and shivered as the wet muscle started to explore the inside of his mouth.

One of the hands on his waist moved to his shoulder, and Aya found himself being softly pushed backwards as Yohji pulled his lips away to lay flat again. Instinctively trying to follow the brunette’s retreat, Aya had to bite back a slight whine as he accepted the fact that the kiss was finished. As good as he was at suppressing emotion in everyday life, he always found it somewhat difficult to do the same during sex. He was getting hard, and he really didn’t need Yohji backing out now.

Yohji, for his part, was starting to audibly pant as the ache in his groin reached near-unbearable levels. He still couldn’t shake his reservations about getting it on with a teammate, let alone another guy, but he was hopelessly turned on by the sexy man perched on his thighs; the man who’d only kissed him so far, for God’s sake. And because all women had done lately was hurt him…

He looked directly into the face above him, and swallowed as he felt his lips spread into a self-confident smile. “God, Aya, I don’t get why you’re doing this now, especially since you’ve barely said a word to me ever, but,” Yohji took his grip from Aya’s shoulder to slide into soft, red hair, “I trust you. Make me forget her…make me feel good.”

The last word was purred out, Yohji’s experienced sexual nature finally overriding his uncertainty about taking a dick up the ass. He’d never considered himself to be close-minded, or scared of new experiences; he’d just never found the right man. But now…there was Aya.

Yohji pulled Aya’s face back to his own, reclaiming the hard lips that were different to a woman’s, but not unpleasant in the least. However, his mouth was left on autopilot as the hand that had been resting on his chest started to move, slipping down to stroke the uncovered patch of skin and rest his palm on a plain metal belt buckle.

Without breaking the kiss, Aya easily flicked open Yohji’s belt, running his palm over the covered bulge. He could feel Yohji groan into the kiss, and he eagerly swallowed the sound. He was…he was finally going to claim Yohji, even if it was just for one night.

Aya flicked open the button on Yohji’s tight jeans, drawing down the fly and sliding his hand inside to discover that no, the tall man wasn’t wearing underwear. At the brush of skin against his hard member, Yohji once again broke the kiss, this time to groan loudly in early anticipation of release and arch his back from the bed.

“Yeah, Aya…grab it.” The redhead hummed in approval at Yohji’s words, shifting to kneel on either side of Yohji’s legs while pressing quick kisses along his jaw. Fishing the brunette’s erection from his pants, Aya wasn’t at all surprised to feel that Yohji was pretty well hung; even though he hadn’t seen it, the size in his hand was a decent indication of what he was dealing with.

Tracing his fingers up the length and over the slightly damp head, Aya’s movement stilled when he felt something…unusual.

Sitting straight up once again, Aya looked down to where his fingers still rested on Yohji’s cock…right next to where two silver balls sat on the flushed skin, one sitting on the glistening slit and the other, the underside of his circumcised dick. [1]

Surprised, Aya glanced up at Yohji, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. It looked like the brunette was kinkier than he’d originally thought; not to mention that the visual of the brunette’s pierced dick was ridiculously erotic. Aya hadn’t come across to many men brave- or stupid- enough to let a needle that close to their favourite organ, and his respect for his teammate grew…along with other things.

Yohji simply laughed, used to seeing similar reactions from the women he regularly picked up. “You like it? Makes me real sensitive right there, where the top ball is…”

“Hmmm…I didn’t pick you as a masochist, Yohji. I would’ve brought my handcuffs.”

“Nah, it really didn’t hurt all that much; it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as when I used to have my nipple done. Though the week of chastity after I got it nearly killed me…wait, you have handcuffs?!” Yohji’s voice rumbled slightly with increased desire, and Aya felt the brunette’s erection twitch. So maybe he really was a masochist, after all…

“I have a lot of things, Yohji,” Aya cut himself off before he could add something about bringing the handcuffs ‘next time’, not wanting to appear clingy or presumptuous. Instead, he simply went to distract the other man. “But for now, there’s been too much talking. I want to inspect that piercing in…closer detail.”

Shuffling backwards, Aya used one of his bare feet to prod Yohji into opening his legs wider. Settling himself into the newly-opened space after completely stripping away Yohji’s jeans, Aya wrapped his hand around the base of the brunette’s erection, leaning his head down to flick his tongue against the ball sitting beneath the head of Yohji’s cock.

He was rewarded with a deep shudder, and the sight of Yohji’s cock growing further as it hardened fully. His own pants were going to have to come off soon; even though they were moderately loose, that didn’t stop the discomfort after a certain point. And now? There was no turning back.

As he reached down to adjust himself, Aya ran his lips along the length of Yohji’s shaft, stroking back up to the tip with his tongue. “Fuck, Aya!”

The brunette’s voice was strained, breath coming out in pants that only grew louder as the swordsman opened his mouth to swallow Yohji down. Carefully suppressing the urge to gag, Aya moved Yohji towards the back of his throat, only stopping when the unfamiliar sensation of the piercing almost ruined his self-control.

Yohji thrust upwards, causing the redhead to draw back, pause momentarily, and then pick up the other man’s natural rhythm. Losing himself in the act- he’d always loved sucking cock- Aya almost forgot his own pressing need, until a particularly lust-filled moan from Yohji made him groan in approving response, and his own dick twitched uncomfortably.

“A-Aya, stop…I’m gonna come…” Yohji twisted his fingers in Aya’s hair, urging the man to pull off with a little more force than he had intended. The younger man’s slight grumble of pain sent incredible vibrations down Yohji’s cock, and he almost sighed with relief when damp, warm heat left him and he could fight back the urge to orgasm.

Aya sat up, kneeling between Yohji’s spread legs and running his gaze from Yohji’s glistening erection up to his flushed face. He couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and press his lips to Yohji’s, hoping that the other man wasn’t repulsed by the slight taste of himself.

His worry proved unfounded, though, as soft lips opened and a tongue lazily rubbed against Aya’s own. Pulling back, the redhead placed his pale hand directly over Yohji’s heart, feeling the drumming beat. “You’re still far too dressed, Kudoh. I don’t approve.”

Yohji opened his eyes, desire brightening them as he sat up and used his arms to prop himself. “Says the man who’s fully clothed! Let me see what you’re packing away under those badly-fitting jeans…”

Moving quick enough to almost catch Aya off guard, Yohji twisted his body until the redhead was lying beneath him. Earlier hesitation completely gone, the brunette ground his half-naked body down against Aya, ripping a deep sigh from the normally cold man.

“Goddammit…fucking…” Yohji muttered to himself as he ran his hands under Aya’s t-shirt, fingers trembling as he struggled to get the material off the pale man.

Aya snorted, batting away Yohji’s hands as he lifted his back from the bed and quickly stripped himself. Running his hand through now-dishevelled hair, he dropped back into the mattress.

“No time…for teasing…” Yohji was starting to breathe hard once again, quickly unbuttoning and removing Aya’s jeans. The brunette ran his fingers up Aya’s legs, feeling muscles jump through the powerful limbs, as his hands slipped under black briefs to draw them down and away. Finally uncovering Aya’s dick, Yohji swallowed hard at the sight of the leaking flesh, angry-red and…big.

The tiny rational section of Yohji’s mind reminded him that he was actually larger that Aya in length and width, but it was easily drowned out by the suddenly-panicked part that couldn’t fathom how that would possibly fit inside him. He couldn’t do this, it was too much, he was nowhere near drunk enough, he wasn’t even gay…

In his freaked-out state, Yohji barely noticed it when a hand wrapped around his waist and gently laid him back against his pillows. He hadn’t even realised that he’d closed his eyes until a cool hand rested on his cheek, and a deep voice urged him to open up. Flickering his lids open, Yohji found himself looking into vaguely concerned eyes; another expression he could barely reconcile with the Aya he thought he knew.

The hand slid from Yohji’s face, tracing an invisible path down to lightly cup his groin. “You’ll be fine, Ku-…Yohji, I promise. All you need to do is lay back and relax…I can’t say that it won’t hurt, but I can make it so that the pain only lasts a few seconds and the rest is…pleasure.”

Slipping his hand lower to roll Yohji’s balls in his fingers, Aya watched the other man’s face as the panic slowly gave way to mindless bliss. He could have hit himself for acting so…compassionately towards his teammate, but fuck- he wanted this, and he wasn’t about to let some last-minute nerves get in his way.

“Al-…alright, Aya. I just hope you know that no one else would ever have gotten this far.” Yohji smiled, humour returning to bleed away the rest of his fear. There were heaps of gay and bisexual men in the world; Hell, Aya was one of them. If they could handle it, he could too. And everything had felt so good up ‘til now…

“Fuck me, Aya. I can see that you’re getting desperate…be my first man.” Aya groaned slightly at the submission in Yohji’s tone, willing to do anything to get inside that surely tight body, and…and also to make the other man feel good. Suddenly realising that Yohji’s pleasure was almost as important as his own, Aya experienced an…odd sensation in the pit of his stomach. Pushing it back down, he lightly nipped at the brunette’s neck, fingers still stroking Yohji’s cock and balls.

“I’ve got all the self-control in the world, Yohji. We’ll take it as slow as we have too…do you have any lube?” Aya hoped that he wouldn’t have to get up and find his own, but it seemed unlikely that Yohji would have any…

“Uh…yeah, hang on…” Yohji groped to his left, knocking over random knick-knacks as he used a trembling hand to open his bedside drawer. Searching for a few more seconds, he made a sound of triumph as he drew out a not-very-used tube, wiggling it in Aya’s general direction for the other man to take.

The redhead looked at Yohji and cocked an eyebrow, making the man below him smirk. “Just…don’t ask, Aya.”

Shrugging, Aya took the lube in his spare hand, dropping it onto the bed as he gently prodded Yohji in the side. “Roll over, Kudoh. It’ll be easier for both of us.”

Lips twisting in a mock pout, Yohji gathered the strength to move as Aya’s hand lifted away from his cock. “Don’t you want to look at my beautiful face, Ayan? You wound me.”

The feel of the mattress pressing into his cock gave pressure without true relief, and Yohji found himself wanting to roll onto his back again as Aya grunted in reply to his playful question. Instead, he simply rested his arms under his head, trying to get as comfortable as possible.

Some of Yohji’s earlier worries returned as calloused hands ran down his sides, drawing together to rest on his ass. He forced himself to relax, though; he trusted Aya with his life on regular occasions, so he could trust the man to hurt him as little as possible. He just had to breathe; he wanted this. He really did- Aya was a gorgeous man, and he’d gotten Yohji harder than he could recently remember being. Even his girlfriend, Elena, couldn’t turn him on like this.

The brunette was grateful for the distraction from that last thought as thumbs slipped in to separate his ass.

The next thing he knew, Yohji was gasping in pleasure as a wet tongue licked over his hole, momentary discomfort at the new sensation quickly giving way to much better feelings. He thought he heard a groan of desire from behind him, cock starting to twitch almost painfully against the mattress at the deep, seductive sound. When Aya’s tongue pointed and started to press inside him, Yohji bucked up, friction from the mattress tearing a breathy ‘yes’ from his throat. He was starting to understand just how people could do this…

After slowly pressing in and out of Yohji’s ass a few times, Aya pulled his head away, hand searching for the lube. A whine of disappointment was ripped from Yohji’s throat, his body wanting to follow the source of the pleasure. Aya’s voice sounded out with an undertone of amusement, telling Yohji, “I knew you’d enjoy that…but it gets better.”

With a wet sound, Aya squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, carefully coating three of them completely. As he brushed his index finger over the slightly wet hole, Aya dropped a kiss onto Yohji’s lower back. “This might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but bear with me, Yohji.”

The brunette started to murmur in agreement, but he cut off as Aya started to gently press his finger into Yohji’s tight ass. Crinkling his face at the awkward feeling, Yohji started to hesitate once more, and he was just about to voice his concerns when Aya’s long finger twisted around and-

“FUCK!” Yohji’s head spun as his hips left the mattress, tension dissolving into pleasure as Aya brushed against…something. “Oh, God…What was that?”

“That? That, Kudoh, is why being on the bottom is just as good as being on top.” Aya was pleased that he’d found Yohji’s sweet spot so quickly, stopping the man from getting too uncomfortable. Stroking in and out of the brunette’s body, Aya waited until the brunette was meeting his thrusts until positioning the next finger at Yohji’s entrance. “Now for two…”

Predictably, Yohji tensed at the ache of two fingers stretching inside him, subconsciously making it worse for himself. Biting his lip, Aya pushed onwards, glad when he pressed against Yohji’s prostate again and the tension visibly disappeared.

Within seconds, the brunette was moaning loudly. His body writhed, pushing back as Aya began firmly finger-fucking him, occasionally scissoring to open Yohji wider.

It didn’t take long past the third finger for Yohji to be begging, gasping for Aya to give him more. Aya, however, was taking his time, ignoring the ache in his cock as he tried to make the older man as ready as was humanly possible. “Ay-…Aya, please, I need…I need more!”

“I suppose you’ll do,” Aya pumped his hand once more before drawing his fingers out, tracing his hand down tanned thighs- skin too consistently coloured to be sun-gained. “Turn back over.”

Moving out of the way to give Yohji room to roll, Aya settled up next to the other man at the end of the bed. He pulled the brunette forward into a heated kiss, prompting Yohji to straddle his bare hips while still nibbling on the man’s bottom lip. Aya could see and feel Yohji’s arousal and it fed his own, body humming with the realisation that he was about to fuck his handsome and very willing teammate.

Yohji crossed his arms at the hem of his tight shirt, peeling it off before reaching out to take the tube that Aya was extending. “I’m sure you can figure out the rest, Yohji.”

Looking at the tube in his hand, the brunette glanced down at Aya’s crotch and up into his eyes, a leer breaking out across his desire-flushed face. His cock jumped and he instinctively ground down slightly into Aya, humming in pleasure from the depths of his throat.

Flicking the lube open and squirting it into his palm, Yohji felt his heart speed up even further as he reached down, taking another man’s dick in his hand for the first time.

It couldn’t be that different, right? He’d taken himself in hand an awful lot, his lascivious nature not simply disappearing whenever there were no women around. Down…up…down…

Aya groaned, finally getting some relief for his aching erection. He thrust upwards, rubbing against Yohji’s crotch and making the other man’s hand tighten pleasurably around him. “That’s…that’s enough, Yohji. Are you ready?”

“Y-Yeah, do it…fuck me, Aya…”

At the sound of Yohji’s pleading voice, Aya almost lost his self-control. Gripping Yohji’s thin hips, he had to call on years of mental discipline to steady himself, wanting to avoid accidentally hurting the brunette by going too fast.

“Stop when you need to, Yohji…and relax.” Aya desperately wanted to stroke his hand through Yohji’s hair, to stop the man from tensing up again, but he needed both hands to keep the older man steady.

Aya lifted Yohji’s hips, prompting the brunette to rise onto his knees and move forward until the tip of the swordsman’s dick rubbed against his slick hole. The redhead paused, waiting to see if the other man was going to start panicking again.

But rather, Aya just watched as Yohji swallowed and started to ease himself down, eyes squeezing shut when his body began to clench up. There was no way Aya could enjoy the feeling around him with Yohji’s face starting to show pain, and he held the man’s hips in place. “Don’t go too fast, and remember to breathe…Yotan.”

At the use of the affectionate nickname, Yohji cracked one eye open and smiled a little, sliding his fingers into Aya’s hair. “You’re a lot…a lot nicer than you let on, aren’t you?”

Breathing slowly, Yohji’s muscles started to loosen, and Aya moaned when he was eventually swallowed entirely by tight heat. Yohji was panting hard, a drop of sweat trailing down his chest from the earlier pain.

Aya finally reached up to cup the other man’s face, voice coming out deeper from the pleasure of the tight body holding him. “Are you alright?”

Yohji turned his face into the caress, trying to wrap his mind around the awkwardly pleasurable feeling of being so…full. He couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Aya looked beneath him, bare skin starting to shine with sweat and eyes so open and expressive. “God, Aya…feels…feels good…”

Aya smiled, a genuine expression that soon morphed into bliss as he slowly encouraged Yohji to start moving, setting a slow pace. He gently leaned the tanned body, angling his thrusts so that he could hit the right place.

“Aya!” Yohji’s voice came out in a strangled yelp as the redhead hit directly over his sweet spot, making white spots spark out over his vision. Any feelings of discomfort were completely forgotten as Aya pulled back out again, lifting Yohji up, before thrusting in and striking just right, over and over…

It didn’t take long for the older man to join Aya’s rhythm, thigh muscles working as he rose and lowered on his own to meet the gradually speeding thrusts.

The pale hand that wrapped around his cock and brushed over his piercing made Yohji feel like he was about to melt, the urge to come beginning to creep up on him. He started to groan louder, each new sensation feeling better than the last. Why, exactly, had he never tried this before?

Down below, Aya was silently biting his lip, trying to maintain his stamina for as long as possible but finding it hard to do with Yohji’s ass being as tight as it was. The clenching channel was going to make him lose his mind, and a stray thought flittered through his mind…could he give this up after just one night?

His breath caught, and his eyes closed on reflex to help him clear his mind. That wasn’t important right now; the only important thing was the beautiful body propped over his hips, head thrown back as the brunette gave himself over to pure pleasure.

It might have been mere minutes; it might have been longer, but Yohji didn’t know. The twin sensations of stimulation over his dick and prostate felt better than any number of things the brunette could name, and he didn’t think he’d last much longer. “Aya, I’m…oh…I’m getting close…”

“Shit, Yohji!” The redhead couldn’t keep his voice inside anymore, feeling the cock in his hand jump with arousal at the sound of his breathless moan. He could tell that Yohji really was close, and also knew that he wasn’t far behind.

The movement of Aya’s hips and hand was getting more and more erratic, any pretence of rhythm or control going out the window as he watched Yohji’s muscles jump under glistening skin, heard his erotic moans.

It was only a few thrusts later that Yohji screamed Aya’s name, the sound accompanied by his body clamping down on the younger man’s dick to the point that it was almost painful. Aya was entranced as he watched Yohji’s face contort with orgasm, eyes gleaming before closing up as the brunette shook back his hair and blew his load over a pale hand and stomach.

Aya drove up once, twice more, before gaining a much-needed moment of clarity and gripping Yohji’s hips, pulling the man off him as he came. The side effects of being filled with come were not something that he though Yohji needed to experience right away, so instead he spilt across the brunette’s groin and his own stomach, extending the mess already there while groaning a mangled version of Yohji’s name.

Yohji dropped down in exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss, his head landing on Aya’s chest and his stomach falling straight into the sticky mixture on the redhead’s body. His nose wrinkled at the feeling, but he didn’t want to move; when Aya’s arms lethargically twisted around him, he forgot all about the wet sensation. Gentle shocks of pleasure came from the light press of Aya’s spent cock against his own, and he sighed happily.

When Aya’s eyes started to flicker closed, he forced them open, needing to clean himself and Yohji up before their come dried and became a bitch to get off. Softly rolling a sleepy Yohji to the side, he stood and grabbed a towel that was sitting on the floor, swiping it across his abdominals before settling back onto the bed.

He could see clouded green eyes watching him as he leaned in, pressing his lips against the brunette’s before sitting back and running the towel across tanned, come-stained skin.

“Mmmm…s’good…” Aya couldn’t help but snicker slightly at Yohji’s tired exclamation, tossing the towel away and stroking relaxed muscles. “Sorry about not using a condom, Yotan...I’m clean, though…”

“…Me, too…so stop worrying and get down here…’m sleepy…” Yohji waited until he felt Aya sliding down to lie next to him before rolling over, throwing his arm across the pale torso and pillowing his head into Aya’s neck. He’d just been thoroughly fucked by a beautiful man, for the very first time…and he knew he’d be reliving it in his dreams for a long while yet.

“And if you even think about leaving, I’ll,” Yohji paused to let out a large yawn, “be the one getting the handcuffs out.” Aya couldn’t help but wonder if that meant there was going to be another time…but he was too tired to dwell on that, so instead he simply wrapped his arm around Yohji’s waist and fell asleep, having had no notion of leaving anyway.

He was, after all, nicer than he let on.

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Aya was woken from his light sleep by the annoying sound of Yohji’s phone, and the not-so-annoying feeling of the aforementioned man, naked and sliding over him to reach said phone. He watched as Yohji stood- with only minor discomfort- and squinted at the caller ID, before the brunette let out a sigh and raised the handpiece to his ear.

“Elena.” The name was spoken with pure venom, a tone that Aya had never heard Yohji use; and now, here he was, practically hissing it at his girlfriend…well, most probably ‘ex’-girlfriend, now.

Aya tried to quash the pleasant buzz that realisation gave him.

Instead, he stood up, moving to where Yohji was standing with his back to the bed. He hesitated for a few seconds, listening to Yohji’s side of the conversation. “…What? Are you fucking kidding me? You can’t seriousl-…”

The brunette’s speech broke off when Aya reached around and cupped his cock, other hand extended to neatly catch the phone as it fell from Yohji’s grasp. Beginning to run his finger around the two metal balls protruding from the head of Yohji’s pierced dick, Aya put the phone to his own ear and addressed the clearly unwanted caller.

He had a few things to get clear with the idiotic woman.

“Alright, listen to me. You screwed up your chance with Yohji, so don’t bother trying to crawl back now.” Aya turned slightly to block Yohji’s half-hearted attempt at recapturing the phone, stopping him in his tracks by switching his grip to slowly stroke Yohji’s entire length. The brunette groaned softly, and Aya resolved to make Elena hear him moan before the end of the phone call. That bitch was going to learn the score.

“What? And who do you think you are? I’ll have you know that…” Elena stopped with an indignant noise when Aya started honest-to-God laughing.

“Who am I? I’m the man who fucked your ex-boyfriend through the mattress earlier. And right now, I’m standing behind him with his cock in my hand.” Yohji moaned again, all thoughts of stopping Aya gone. He pressed back against the bare chest behind him, grinding softly against the erection he could feel pressing against his ass. From this distance, he could easily hear the screeching female voice.

“WHAT THE FUCK, YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKER? PUT YOHJI BACK ON THE LINE! YOHJI!” Aya winced slightly, holding the phone away from his ear. He kept stroking Yohji, faster, enjoying the feeling of the hard warmth in his hand and the friction against his own erection. Yohji’s breath sped up, and he turned to face Aya and plant a quick kiss against his lips. Tilting his head to the side, he spoke into the phone that was hovering slightly away from Aya’s face. “He’s right, Ele-oh, God, yeah…”

Aya couldn’t help but smile when Yohji effectively rejected the woman over the phone, and he sped his movements further. The brunette slid his fingers down Aya’s bare torso, trailing right through to stroke over the red curls that framed a rising erection.

With his other hand, Yohji stretched over to change the phone to speaker, snickering slightly as he wished that video phones were more popular. Aya placed the handset on the desk, quickly grabbing the back of Yohji’s neck to pull him into a passionate kiss, just as Yohji wrapped his hand around Aya’s cock. Groaning into each other’s mouths, the kiss was abruptly broken when the female voice, louder this time, started screaming again and Yohji began to laugh. Her period of shocked silence hadn’t lasted anywhere near long enough.

“HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, YOU PRICK? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE IT?”

Aya went to speak, but found himself blocked by Yohji’s hand lightly clapping over his mouth. The other man took a couple of deep breaths, and then spoke up in a tone that reminded Aya of, well, himself. “Hey, you cheated on me, babe,” the last word was dripping in sarcasm, “and I ditched you. So I can fuck whoever I want, just like you did when we were still dating. Besides, he’s a much better screw than you ever were.”

Aya’s lips twitched- the closest he ever came to truly smiling- at the compliment, and he found himself making similar judgements about Yohji. He might never have had another man before, but damn, the brunette knew his way around another body. He wanted to fuck him again, do more than just stroke his cock…but it wouldn’t surprise Aya if Yohji suddenly decided to deny all possibility that he was bisexual.

Then again, Aya never really was one to hope for the future. So, instead of worrying, he simply used his hold to pull the other man back in for another kiss, swiping his thumb around Yohji’s piercing and spreading the pre-come already there. The voice coming from the phone’s speaker stuttered, completely thrown off balance. She’d clearly expected Yohji to take her back…and if Aya hadn’t got to him first, he just might have.

When she finally managed to speak again, she was seemingly done shouting. Instead, her voice had taken on a quiet, hissed psychosis that came from being over-angry. “I-…Well…Y-you know what? You can go right ahead and be a fag, for all I care. But when you get over that novelty, I’m not going to take you back. You can just go fuck yourself…or your stupid little boyfriend. I don’t even care. Don’t bother calling me, I won’t pick up.”

The phone line cut, filling the room with the monotone beeping of an ended call. Yohji spared a glance at the phone, shrugged, and then turned his head back to Aya with determination in his eyes. “She’s fuckin’ nuts, but hey, she did have one good idea…wanna screw ‘til we can’t stand? Tomorrow’s a public holiday, after all…”

Aya added a twist to his fist’s motion, throwing his arm around Yohji’s waist as the brunette went slightly weak in the knees. “I like the way you think…sometimes.”

Suddenly, Yohji’s hand came to a complete halt over Aya’s cock, and Aya’s head flicked up in worry. What had happened?

Yohji put his spare hand to Aya’s face, fingers coming to rest on a pale cheek. “Listen, Aya…I’ve gathered that you aren’t really one for constant company…so was this just a one time thing? Because…I’m okay with that, but…”

Aya tightened his grip around Yohji, pulling the man closer and quickly running his tongue along his earlobe. “You know where I live; stop by some time…just as long as the other two don’t find out. And I can’t promise that I’ll always be in the mood, but Hell, it’s worth a try. As for right now? I’m definitely in the mood.”

Aya ran his hand over a toned ass, dipping the ends of his fingers in to brush over Yohji’s tiny hole. He knew that Yohji would still fuck around with women...but if he got a turn occasionally, then that was more than enough. He didn’t want a relationship…he just wanted the sex.

Really!

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[1]: What Yohji has is a Prince Albert piercing with a curved barbell. Although it was a mostly gay thing in the 20th century, it’s now found on many hetero men, so it’s not really all that odd that a ‘straight’ Yohji would have one.
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