Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Double Entendre ❯ Round Two ( Chapter 1 )

Nope, still don't own it. Still not making any cash from these stories. *sigh*

 

 

Aya stepped into the room and closed the door with his shoulder. He reached behind him and Yohji heard the lock click into place.

 

The action wrung an involuntary whimper from him as a thousand and one pictures danced though his head of what that small action might mean in the wake of what Aya had just said. And all Aya would have to do to get him to do any damn thing he wanted was keep looking at him the way he was in the half dark of the room.

 

“I asked you a question,” Aya said. Then smiled a little. “Made a request of you, actually.”

 

“W . . . what was the request?” Yohji stuttered. He was still watching his team leader almost warily. Half afraid this was another dream.

 

Aya smiled a little wider. “I think you remember perfectly well,” he said. Aya tilted his head and studied the sight on the bed, tongue running along his bottom lip as though he could already taste the eye candy before him. Gorgeous purple eyes took in the mostly naked man on the mattress; for some absurd reason Yohji still had his socks on.

 

Even though he had just enjoyed himself thoroughly, Yohji felt certain parts of him making a valiant effort to stir to life once again.

 

“Who are you and what have you done with Aya?” he questioned. There was no way in hell that Aya would behave like this except under influence of drugs, under duress, something.

 

“Don't insult me, Kudoh. I'll tie you to the bed, tease you until you're close to exploding, then take pictures for Omi to distribute over the internet.”

 

“Yeah, you're Aya. I always knew you have more creative modes of revenge in you.”

 

Aya smiled again and started to walk toward the bed. Stalked, would be a more appropriate word, Yohji thought.

 

“Probably. But that really isn't what I have in mind for you just now.”

 

Yohji felt his breathing hitch as the other man drew nearer. This couldn't be really happening. He'd finally completely lost it and his fantasies had taken over reality. Any minute now Ken would come pounding down the hall for early morning soccer practice even though it was only three a.m. or some kind or ridiculous shit and interrupt his little fantasy. Then he'd have to gleefully kill whoever it had been to shake him to reality. A moment later the bed dipped as Aya's weight settled on it and Yohji knew it wasn't just his imagination.

 

Aya started at the foot of the bed and crawled up Yohji's body, deliberately keeping low enough so that his eartails dragged along Yohji's exposed skin. Yohji whimpered and resisted the urge to grab. Letting Aya set the pace for this encounter was probably one of the hardest things he would ever have to do in his life. Aya finally made his way up to the point that they were face to face. His lower body pressing down on Yohji's in just the right places.

 

“I'll take that as a “yes” to you needing help with this,” Aya purred into Yohji's ear then giving his hips a little twitch.

 

Yohji nodded, unable to bully his brain into forming a coherent thought much less an answer. Aya smiled down at him and Yohji felt his heart begin to hammer uncomfortably in his chest. Aya was even more beautiful when he smiled.

 

“Why?” Yohji asked, bewildered.

 

“I would have thought that was obvious,” Aya said, before leaning down to kiss him.

 

 

******************************Author's Notes**********************************

Muwahahaha! Why, yes, yes, I am evil. Thank you for noticing.