Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Do You Bring All Your Dates Here? ❯ Do You Bring All Your Dates Here? ( One-Shot )

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

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Subaru-san: Aya.
Miko No Hoshi: Aya is not mine.
Subaru-san: Yohji.
Miko No Hoshi: Yohji is not mine.
Subaru-san: The home movies.
Miko No Hoshi: That stack of tapes of yaoi bishounen movies left oh-so-openly in the locked safe under the pile of clothes in the left side of my closet with the labels in my handwriting and the big sign that said "Beware! Watching may bring down the Wrath of the God of Hentai!" That's uh....Subaru's!
Subaru-san: ...


Do You Bring All Your Dates Here?


Damn him. Damn him to the seventh level of hell! Aya swore as he slammed the door to Yohji's Seven, making a strait line to the back door barely five steps ahead of the other man. Omi and Ken trailed behind, wondering exactly what had gotten into their leader this time.

Fumbling with his keys, Aya managed to get the door open just in time to get inside and slam it in Yohji's face. Rubbing his nose, the blond stepped inside with a smile.

"Oi, Aya, wait up!"

The redhead didn't even turn around, mumbling 'shower' as he headed up the stairs. Yohji decided to give him a moment of reprieve, but only a moment. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he took a seat at the table.
Their mission had been a simple one, but gods Yohji had enjoyed it. Especially the part where he and Aya...

They had separated into two groups, leaving him following Aya through the dark halls of the business compound. They had easily located and took down the target, an overweight executive working late to keep the books on his drug smuggling. No hassle at all. However, the man had managed to switch a silent alarm, dropping steal doors over the exits. Nothing they weren't prepared for.

Yohji had set the plastic explosives with little problem, but he moved just a bit slow. The force of the explosion didn't hurt him, but it did manage to throw him directly into Aya, sending them both off balance and into a precarious position on the floor.

Being sprawled on the floor hadn't been /so/ bad, though. The floor had plush carpet and Aya was very, very warm. Oh yeah, Aya had fallen almost perfectly on top of him. The redhead had seemed quite stunned and didn't make a move off right away, so, Yohji kissed him.

No one could say Yohji Kudo didn't take advantage of every opportunity. What he didn't expect was that Aya would be as receptive as he was. He even kissed back! All in all it was very nice, until Ken had showed up, yelling for them and bringing Aya to his senses enough to leap to his feat and glare.

Had it ended there the whole incident might have been forgotten. That was exactly the opposite of what Yohji wanted. Scrambling to his own feat, Yohji had made it a point to stand very, very close behind Aya while Omi asked of their status. Aya had glared. Running through the alley, Yohji had ran into him, groping a little for good measure. Aya had glared. Tripping over his own feat, Yohji had been able to nibble on his ear. Aya had glared. Even in the car, Yohji had made it a point to reach across the seat 'to find his cigarettes' and got in a long caress of the other's thigh. Aya had glared all the way home.

Draining the beer can, he tossed it into the trash before heading up the steps. //Ready or not here I come...//

~*~

Aya growled as he slammed the door of the bathroom shut. He wasn't going to kill something, preferably something tall and blond, but first he had to take care of what Yohji had done. Even now his pants felt painfully tight, they had been that way for the last hour thanks to his soon to be dead teammate. Aya wasn't sure which bothered him more, the fact that Yohji got to him or the fact that Yohji knew he got to him.

Ridding himself of his coat, Aya glanced down to the obvious bulge in his pants. The blond would have a field day if he saw that. It made Aya rather thankful for his heavy coat. Boots cast aside, he reached to turn the water on so it could get warm though, he thought ruefully, it might be better cold. With a sigh, he lifted his dark shirt over his head, leaving his hair mussed.

A knock sounded on the door.

~*~

Yohji rapped lightly at the door.

"Aya, open up."

"What?" Came the muffled reply, both surprised and affronted.

"Let me in."

"Yohji..."

"I gotta go Aya!" He tested the doorknob in fake desperation.

"Go outside."

"Its cold outside!"

"Go away Yohji."

~*~

There was no reply and he assumed the blond had given up. It really was trying, living in a house with other people. Leaning over the sink to look at a particularly long hair, Aya gasp as a particular part of his anatomy was brought into accidental contact with the chilled edge of the counter, bringing it once again to the front of his mind. Damn him! The next time he saw--

His thoughts were rudely interrupted as Yohji sauntered casually into the large bathroom, a smile on his face and a short length of wire in his hand. Aya silently cursed the makers of the ineffectual lock.

"Out."

"Oh come on Aya," he said it with a step forward, followed by another. His long coat had been abandoned somewhere along the way upstairs and now a delightful amount of bronzed skin was visible above his low pants. It was here that violet eyes were riveted to as the mind they served tried to formulate the words to tell the other to leave.

"Y-yohji."

"Yes Aya?" He asked innocently, pinning the shorter man against the wall with his own body, lifting the pale hands to trap them above red hair with one of his own.

"Get out." It wasn't soft or quiet, it was forceful and demanding.

Yohji liked demanding in a lover.

"Oh? I don't think that's really," he ground his hips against the others, "what you want."

"I...I..."

"What do you want Aya? If its me...well then, I'm right here."

Oh, it was priceless. That rare look of surprise as Aya realized they wanted the same thing.

Using all the skill years of practice had availed him with, Yohji leaned down to kiss Aya deeply. He released the other's hands, feeling them snake around his neck to pull him closer. They stayed that way for a moment, forced apart only by the insatiable need for oxygen. Both panted heavily and Yohji grinned. Aya got a chance to raise a questioning eyebrow before he was pushed solidly against the wall. A warm mouth latched onto his neck, surely leaving a mark as it sucked roughly at his skin. Trailing a moist line down his pallid chest, it paused to nip at his right nipple before continuing on to the edge of his too-tight pants.

Aya nodded and in a flash the pants were tossed across the room and the pulsing column of flesh was revealed from within them to the appreciative eyes of Yohji. Giving it just a light touch, he returned to plunder Aya's mouth once again. Guided by Yohji, the shorter man slid down the wall to sit with his back against it. Soft flutters of touches across his chest and stomach, then his legs, it all registered oddly in his lust fogged mind. Yohji was playing with him.

Not enjoying the loss of control of the situation, Aya reached out to grab the hem of Yohji's tight shirt. With neither a warning nor a question of consent, he ripped the garment over the blonde's head efficiently separating the teasing hands from himself.

"Impatient Aya?"

He nodded, not trusting himself to talk at this point for his mind was much to busy taking in every line and ripple of his friend's bare chest. Yohji basked in the attention for only a moment before ducking his head between Aya's spread legs to give attention to the neglected organ there. Aya gasped as he was enveloped by that skilled mouth, his hands searched for a place to hold, one settling in blond hair and the other clutching the edge of a forgotten towel. Yohji sucked, licked, and even bit till he had Aya writhing with desire, making sounds that had never existed outside of the blonde's dreams. Briefly he thought of ending it there, giving Aya satisfaction and calling a night but his own need had grown with each cry and moan and was now almost unbearable.

Releasing his hold to Aya's disappointed sigh, he wrapped an arm around the other man and pulled him over to lay back on the floor in front of the sink. Aya hissed as his bare skin contacted with the ever chilly tile.

"Sorry, sorry," Yohji looked about quickly. Grabbing the bath mat, he lifted Aya and slid it skillfully under him.

"Have you done this before?"

"Every night."

"Not that! I mean, on the bathroom floor." //Do you bring all your dates here?//

"Once or twice baby, but I prefer the kitchen."

The impromptu conversation ending suddenly as Yohji reached to grab the liquid soap and hoisted Aya's left leg over his shoulder. The moment was oddly serene. Aya's hands lay limply on his chest, his eyes were averted. Yohji coated his finger and erection at the same time. Neither spoke, they both knew what was coming and desire had been surpassed by the actual wanting to just be...together.

Yohji's finger found Aya's entrance and slipped inside, the redhead closed his eyes but didn't make a sound even as another digit was added. Another minute and the intrusion was gone, he didn't feel the loss for all the anticipation. It had been so long, so many nights dreaming of this only to wake up to a cold empty bed. Too many mornings he had listened to the man he wanted talk of all the women he had had the night before, he had envied each them, even the whores, for having this touch when he could not. Too long.

The waiting was over.

With a definite motion, Yohji plunged in deep and hard. There was pain but it did not matter and it was not the reason a tear trickled down his cheek. That was for in the morning, for when he woke up alone.

"Aya. Aya, look at me."

Slowly he opened his eyes to stare into emerald ones. A soft hand brushed the sticky hair from his face.

"I'll be there Aya. Whatever or whenever you're thinking of, I'll be there. Got it?"

"Yeah."

He smiled. A honest to god smile. Then Yohji moved, turning happiness into bright passion, striking a place inside of him that made him moan and cry out for more. Again and again they came together, flesh on flesh, heart to heart.

With a scream Aya threw his head back, it hit the hard floor with a bang but the pain couldn't register through the pure bliss that flooded his mind. Feeling's Aya's hot speed spill across his stomach, Yohji gasped. With one last thrust he buried his cock deep within the other's warm passage and let release wash over him.

The white light faded too quickly from his vision and he watched violet eyes regain awareness. Pulling out, he rolled to the side to nestle Aya in his arms and keep him off of the cool floor. Reaching up a hand, Yohji brushed seat-darkened hair away from Aya's forehead and placed a kiss there instead. Settling back they were still, breathing shared air and listening to the calming flow of the forgotten shower.

"I'll be there Aya. For you, just you, I'll be there in the morning."

~finis~

Rant: I refuse to give up, no matter how many times they kick me off! And to you people who report abuse on my fics, may the Great God of Hentai have mercy on your anal retentive souls, because I will not. Anyway...in case I am once again forced to leave:

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Notes: Damnit, damnit, damnit! I had a perfectly good PWP going there. Two boys, naked, cold bathroom floor...it was perfect. Then the sap snuck in! I tried to get it out, but sap is a damn smart thing. Sorry, sorry, I'll do better next time. Review this anyway? Please?

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