Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ First Floor Lovin' ❯ Chapter 1

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

Title: First Floor Lovin'
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Aya/Ken, Ken/Aya, Youji/Omi
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU, OOC, PWP SMUT SMUT SMUT

Disclaimer: Can I have the Weiss boys and their Seiyuu? No... oh ... damn.


FIRST FLOOR LOVIN'

Aya watched with barely controlled amusement, as Ken kept nodding off and then waking up with a start, only to nod off again.

They were waiting up for Bombay and Balinese to come home from a late-running mission, and Ken refused to go to bed until he'd seen with his own eyes that they were both alright.

The object of his thoughts yawned behind his hand and bought his knees up to rest his head on, his bare toes flexing against the material of the sofa.

He didn't think he'd ever seen anything so cute, the soccer player looked like a big kid - especially with his tousled brown hair being messier than normal, but what really added to the image was the royal blue pajamas that hung a little too long in the arms so the man's fingers were only just poking out of them. The colour also made Ken's green eyes seem bigger and brighter.

'Definitely adorable,' he thought, it made him feel like sitting closer and seeing how disheveled he could make the man.

"Aya..." Ken's sleepy voice drifted across to his ears, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He hadn't realized his intention had been showing on his face, 'To hell with it.' he let the predatory look on his face grow, "Well..." he stood up and stalked closer, pleased with how Ken's eyes followed the movements of his hips.

Sliding down onto the sofa, he draped his arm over the back and shifted a little closer until his chest was nearly touching the other man's knees.

"Aya..." Ken turned his head so he was looking at the other man from under his bangs, �gwhat are you doing?"

"Hitting on you." Aya answered honestly and leant closer, his lips mere centimeters away from the man's, "Is it working?"

"Maybe," Ken smirked and unwound his limbs, transferring himself onto Aya until he was sitting on his lap, pushing him against the sofa with his hands on the red-head's shoulders, his earlier tiredness vanishing, "How about if I hit on you?"

"Hmm... it has possibilities," the swordsman mused as he ran his hands up Ken's thighs and under the hem of the pajama top to caress the silky soft skin beneath it.

The soccer player sighed happily as Aya's hands slid upwards and long slender fingers began to toy with his nipples.

Not wanting to be outdone, he leant forward and kissed the man roughly, moving his hands down from shoulders to shirt buttons where he proceeded to undo them.

Moving his hands out of Ken's shirt, Aya set about removing it - he was tempted to rip it clear off, but he liked seeing his friend in his pajamas, so that wasn't an option.

It seemed Ken didn't have the same problem, because just as he'd finished removing the pajama top, his own shirt was torn free, and they continued kissing hungrily, pressing their bare chests together.

"HmmMMhhh..." he moaned into the kiss as Ken wiggled and rocked against him, proving that he was just as aroused and ready for more.

The brunette broke the kiss, and bit the swordsman hard on the neck, making him writhe beneath him.

Sliding down, he kissed and bit his way from the man's neck, across his chest, taking a little time to molest rosy nipples, and finally slink onto the floor so his face was level with Aya's crotch.

Grinning, he grasped the material and undid the snap, "Lift your hips for me Ay~an."

The red-head gulped, his throat drying with lust at the predatory tone of Ken's voice, He couldn't quite believe they were doing what they were doing, and in the living room no less - but, he knew he'd started it - he just hadn't realized his friend would respond so enthusiastically, he'd expected to have to coax the other man to his room and seduce him thoroughly... he certainly hadn't thought about being on the receiving end to start with.

Still, he obligingly lifted up his hips and let the soccer player pull his trousers and underwear down and off, leaving him naked and aroused, totally bared for the other man's hot gaze.

"Beautiful," Ken whispered, kissing one pale knee-cap, "All of you is so beautiful - so pale," he sucked a little, leaving a red dot behind, "just perfect - begging to be marked."

Aya gasped and threw his head back with a low moan as Ken proceeded to nibble, bite and suck his way up his inner thigh, stopping achingly close to his arousal, "Ken..!"

A wicked chuckle emerged from the brunette's throat and he blew a stream of cool air over the damp reddened trail he'd left behind. He relished the breathless moan that came down to his ears, and started to repeat his actions on the other leg, feeling very satisfied and pleased with himself as the older man began to beg, his cock twitching and leaking copious amounts of precome.

When the red-head's legs started to twitch, he moved back up and kissed the man hard, "How do you want to do this?"

Aya's eyes looked a little glazed as he continued, his voice dropping to a husky purr, "Would you like me to suck you - or maybe you'd like to fuck me ... or have me fuck you."

"Suck me..." Aya moaned, thrusting his hips, "Onegai..."

"How can I refuse such a pretty request," Ken pushed at the man until he was laying flat out of the sofa, "But you have to suck me too." he pulled the elastic of his waistband down just enough to free his own arousal.

Aya looked greedily at the erection Ken was sporting, licking his lips and watching with eager anticipation as Ken clambered into position, dangling his treat above his face.

He gasped as Ken's hot mouth engulfed his entire cock in one go. Panting heavily, he had to force himself not to cum immediately, "K~en..." he moaned, as the man's wandering hands tickled his balls and played with the rim of his hole.

Reaching his head up, he took Ken into his mouth and hummed softly, making the brunette's hips snap forward and rock before the man could control himself again.

"Ken...stop..." Aya took his mouth away, "I want you to... I want you to take me... please?"

Ken, who had been looking annoyed at being stopped, grinned, "Fine," he climbed off both Aya and the sofa, "Turn over and kneel on the floor."

The red-head slithered out of his seat and rested his head on the cushions, before raising his ass in the air, begging silently for Ken to take him.

Kneeling behind the man, the soccer player opened the firm cheeks, and thrust his tongue deep into the hole hidden between.

Aya grabbed hold of the cushions and held on for dear life as Ken probed, licked and nibbled on and in his most private entrance.

Finally he felt fingers enter and stretch him, he supposed it ought to be a little painful, and he would probably be feeling it in the morning, but he was flying so high on endorphins that everything felt wonderful.

Satisfied at last, Ken pumped his cock a few times and slathered the precome dripping from the tip, down the length of the shaft.
Getting into position, he pushed forward, sheathing himself into Aya's tight heat, inch by burning inch.

"AHH... HAAAHHAA..." Aya dropped his head further into the cushions as he was stretched and filled, Ken grazed across his prostate and he bucked wildly.

"A...A~ya..." Ken held onto the man's hips to still his movements.

They stopped frozen for a moment, and Aya twitched, getting used to the size of the man inside him, "Ke~n."

"Ah," the brunette leant forward and placed a kiss on his friend's neck, "let's go."

Together they set a brutal rhythm, totally oblivious to anything around them.

They certainly didn't see the pair of exhausted assassins stop and gawp in the doorway, unbelieving of what they were seeing over the top of the sofa. They watched in fascinated silence as Ken reached down and started jerking Aya off, speeding up the pace of hand and hips until both men came with a loud groan.

Ken stayed inside the red-head until his cock softened and he slipped regretfully free. He picked up his own top from the floor and wiped himself and Aya carefully. Tucking himself back into his trousers, he looked up... and winced, "Uh... Yo."

Aya's head shot up, and he glared death at the two in the doorway, when they paled and moved away, he allowed himself to blush and lower his head again with an embarrassed groan.

Ken chuckled and stood up with a grunt as his muscles stretched. Gathering the older man's clothes, he handed them over, "I suppose we ought to talk about this," he hesitated, "... or leave it as a one off thing."

"Talk," Aya was totally drained of energy as he pulled his trousers loosely on, "But in the morning - I'm tired."

"Ah..." Ken crumpled up his stained shirt and went to walk away, he was stopped by a strong hand clamping on to his arm.

"Let's go to bed," Aya leant against him and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

"Aya..." Ken blushed and smiled as he was pulled out of the room.

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In the kitchen, Youji and Omi had changed out of their mission gear and were looking at the table as Aya dragged Ken past.

"Did we imagine that?" Youji was absolutely stunned, the image of Ken taking Aya against the sofa where anyone could and did see, was seared into his mind, and he knew if he wasn't so tired, his cock would have taken more than the half mast interest it had.

"I don't think so Youji-kun," Omi was hard, but he couldn't be bothered to do anything about it on his own, "When did those two..?"

"I don't know..." Youji took his sunglasses off and lay his head on the table, "... it was hot though."

"Do you think Aya-kun is going to kill us tomorrow?"

"Hmmm...." the playboy thought about it, "He might not be happy with us - but I don't think he'll kill us ... after all, they were in the living room."

The smaller blond blushed as he thought about it, and shifted awkwardly in his seat.

"Oi, Bishounen," Youji sat up and pinned the boy with a knowing look, " Are you hard?"

He chuckled as Omi blushed brightly and nodded his head.

"Well," he purred, leaning back in his seat, "Do something about it."

"What?!" the Archer flushed even brighter.

"Here," Youji slunk out of his chair and pulled Omi's out, "Hook your feet here... and here," he positioned them on the bars either side of the chair, leaving Omi's legs wide open, "Now undo this," he undid the shorts and delved inside. Pulling the erection out, he clamped the boy's hand round it and let go to sit back in his chair, "Now, sort it out."

"Y...Youji-kun!" Omi looked scandalized, but he slowly started moving his hand, pumping and pulling at his cock until he was sweating, and his hips were trying to arch up and push more of his dripping cock into his hand.

Despite his exhaustion, Youji felt his dick swell the rest of the way up, and reaching inside his trousers he pulled himself out and copied Omi's movements.

Suddenly Omi's hand sped up, and he came on himself with a gasp. Slumping down into his chair, he looked over at Youji with lidded eyes.

"Come here Bishounen," Youji commanded in a deep sexy voice that had the Bishounen obeying before he could even think about it.

"Get the oil from over by the stove," the man's eyes seemed to have a hypnotic effect on Omi because he was again obeyed without question.

Retrieving bottle and boy, he put them both on the table and removed Omi's shorts.

Opening the oil, he drizzled a lot on his fingers, and then after a moment of evil contemplation, he shoved one straight inside the lethargic boy.

"AAAHH!" Omi tried to sit up and cling to the older man. He wriggled and writhed as Youji probed deeper inside him, deliberately teasing his prostate until he was amazingly hard again.

Inserting another finger, and then another, he made sure Omi was laying back on the table, flushed and desperately aroused by the time he was finished.

"Y...Youji-k~un ... onegai."

"Mah, Bishounen - I'm still tired," he removed his fingers and sat back in his chair, his legs spread and his cock pointing upwards, "Come here to me."

With a few deep breaths, and some muttering that sounded like "Youji-kun teme." the Bishounen was on his lap and he was positioned ready.

Grabbing the boy's soft cheeks, Youji parted them further and ever so slowly lowered the boy onto his waiting cock.

"Ahh.... a~aah Y...Youji -k...ahh.." Omi whimpered, clinging onto his lover. It seemed like it took forever for Youji to enter him, he almost felt like he was going to burst before the man was finished.

"N...ow Bishounen," Youji was panting, "Get to ...it."

"N...nani?" Omi looked up with wide eyes.

"Get... on... with... it!" Youji punctuated each word with a hot kiss. He rocked his hips and made himself moan as well as his lover, "like that," he gasped.

Slowly, a little unsure of himself, Omi moved and let out a low moan as the sensitive bit inside him was stroked again and again.

The rhythm built up gradually until they were both clinging to each other and cumming with a moan of each others names.

Panting, Youji leant his head back over the top of the chair ... and looked straight into Ken's amused eyes.

The soccer player held up the glass he was carrying and made an apologetic face, before sighing raggedly, Youji immediately saw why as Aya's head came into view, his teeth visibly nibbling on the soccer player's neck.

Shutting his eyes he hugged Omi tight with a low laugh, "I think - it's time for bed."

"Ah," he was met with agreement from all sides, and after sorting himself and Omi out, they all shuffled off to various beds, and the house fell quiet ... for a little while at least.

OWARI.