Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Gift Drabble ❯ Gift Drabble ( Chapter 1 )
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By: la blue kitty 
Everyone has their own way of finding peace.
Written as a gift fic.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 07.09.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 618 | Visits: 384 | Status: Completed
Everyone has their own way of finding peace.
Written as a gift fic.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 07.09.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 618 | Visits: 384 | Status: Completed
dreaming of faith : Weiss Gift DrabbleWeiss Gift Drabble
There were worse ways to spend a sticky summer night. And he had partaken
in most of them at one time or another.
There was a nice orange-tinted moon in the sky. The grating of the fire
escape was cool and he had a pack of cigarettes at his side. Beer was in
reach and strains of music from the radio in the shop floated up.
For once Ken had left it on the good station instead of turning it right
on to sports. Little fuck had a bad habit of turning on the sports channel
on whatever medium was around him and then just walking away leaving it
playing.
So, all-in-all he was content.
One cig down, flicked out into the alley below. The glow from the tip
marking the fall to the ground. He was just about to start a second one
when it was plucked out of his mouth.
"Smoking those things will kill you." Only Aya would bother him with
bullshit like that.
He looked up at Aya, all cool and pale in the moonlight; the cig hanging
off of his lip.
"I really don’t think that cancer is high on the list of things that I’ve
got to worry about dying from."
Aya sighed and sat down next to him. Stealing the lighter from the open
pack of cigs beside them. "I suppose you’re right, but it would still be a
shitty way to go." The flame from the lighter illuminated his face for a
moment as he lit his stolen cigarette.
"Anyway, to go is a shitty way to go, unless you’re dying in bed."
A wordless ‘hn’ was the only comment to that as Aya leaned against his
legs.
"I bet I know how you would want to go Aya, curled up in bed with a book
beside you. You’ll have bored yourself to death."
Aya turned and glared at him for that. "Yes, well, then I suppose you
would like to go in the middle of intercourse."
That made him laugh. He fumbled for the cigarette pack and stole the
lighter back from Aya. "Well, yeah, but not in the middle. I would hope
that I would at least get a chance to finish."
Aya’s head fell back against his knees as he let a smile cross his face.
"Got to go off with a bang, huh?"
His hands reached up to curl into Aya’s hair. No one’s hair should be that
soft with the lack of attention that Aya paid to it.
"Let’s make a deal. You can expire in bed after reading me something
smutty out of one of your books and I’ll expire after screwing you into
the mattress because hearing you read smut will get me all excited."
"Dying together, huh?" Aya’s hand reached for his.
"Something like that, only without the emotional bullshit." He laced his
fingers together with Aya’s and they finished their cigarettes in silence.
His other hand was still occupied with playing with the hair at Aya’s
nape.
There were worse ways to spend a sticky summer night. But nothing brought
him peace like this.
There were worse ways to spend a sticky summer night. And he had partaken
in most of them at one time or another.
There was a nice orange-tinted moon in the sky. The grating of the fire
escape was cool and he had a pack of cigarettes at his side. Beer was in
reach and strains of music from the radio in the shop floated up.
For once Ken had left it on the good station instead of turning it right
on to sports. Little fuck had a bad habit of turning on the sports channel
on whatever medium was around him and then just walking away leaving it
playing.
So, all-in-all he was content.
One cig down, flicked out into the alley below. The glow from the tip
marking the fall to the ground. He was just about to start a second one
when it was plucked out of his mouth.
"Smoking those things will kill you." Only Aya would bother him with
bullshit like that.
He looked up at Aya, all cool and pale in the moonlight; the cig hanging
off of his lip.
"I really don’t think that cancer is high on the list of things that I’ve
got to worry about dying from."
Aya sighed and sat down next to him. Stealing the lighter from the open
pack of cigs beside them. "I suppose you’re right, but it would still be a
shitty way to go." The flame from the lighter illuminated his face for a
moment as he lit his stolen cigarette.
"Anyway, to go is a shitty way to go, unless you’re dying in bed."
A wordless ‘hn’ was the only comment to that as Aya leaned against his
legs.
"I bet I know how you would want to go Aya, curled up in bed with a book
beside you. You’ll have bored yourself to death."
Aya turned and glared at him for that. "Yes, well, then I suppose you
would like to go in the middle of intercourse."
That made him laugh. He fumbled for the cigarette pack and stole the
lighter back from Aya. "Well, yeah, but not in the middle. I would hope
that I would at least get a chance to finish."
Aya’s head fell back against his knees as he let a smile cross his face.
"Got to go off with a bang, huh?"
His hands reached up to curl into Aya’s hair. No one’s hair should be that
soft with the lack of attention that Aya paid to it.
"Let’s make a deal. You can expire in bed after reading me something
smutty out of one of your books and I’ll expire after screwing you into
the mattress because hearing you read smut will get me all excited."
"Dying together, huh?" Aya’s hand reached for his.
"Something like that, only without the emotional bullshit." He laced his
fingers together with Aya’s and they finished their cigarettes in silence.
His other hand was still occupied with playing with the hair at Aya’s
nape.
There were worse ways to spend a sticky summer night. But nothing brought
him peace like this.