Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Hiatus ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: I do not own the Weiss boys. If you thought so, you were sorely mistaken.

This is for the Scarlet Seduction Challenge contest. So, essentially is it dedicated to the lovely ladies that run it.

Thanks to my beta for doing this one as quick as she did.

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Omi slid his fingers gratefully over the keyboard. He leaned back with a sigh and mussed his sandy hair with one of his hands. The mission had been postponed for a short while until Kritkir confirmed that there even was a target for them to pursue here. For once, he was glad that they didn't have a dark beast to hunt.

Not to say that Omi didn't want to help people. He just found that the team dynamics were wearing on all of them. Ken and Yohji were becoming dangerously out of character with all the stress bearing down on them. It had been their last mission that had caused it. Both of them had to bear the horrible pressure of going undercover. Then they had to stand by as women and children were slaughtered in front of them. But, those had only been the people that hadn't been sold at the auction.

Omi shook his head and folded the laptop closed. It had been a terrible mission. Upon returning, Ken had spent most of his time with those kids he loved so much. The soccer player hadn't been what had scared him so much. It had been Yohji that had Omi upset. The once jovial blond has returned from the mission far too quiet and subdued.

It had been Aya that had pulled the blond into his bedroom and forced some sort of reaction out of the otherwise catatonic man. A blush crept across Omi's features as he remembered the sounds of when the red head had coaxed a reaction out of the blond man. The Koneko had felt unusually small with all too thin walls that night.

The relationship between the red head and the blond had been new to Omi at that point, although the signs became suddenly clear after then. How Aya would never yell at Yohji or threaten him like he would Ken in the shop. How Yohji wouldn't go out at night, instead choosing to watch television on the couch with Aya immersed in a book close by. The pair had nearly been inseparable at that point and Omi hadn't noticed it. Maybe it was because he wasn't looking for it and that Yohji and Aya had been very careful to keep things hidden from the rest of the team.

It didn't matter now. Ken was curled up on the king size bed across the room. It was big enough for both of them and suited their cover that they might have to retain while here. Omi glanced over his shoulder at the brunet and wondered silently if the man had found a way to heal his overwhelmed psyche.

Ken had returned to almost normal upon returning back after his hours spent with his soccer kids. The one thing that was missing was the ever present banter between him and Yohji. Omi suspected that stopped as they had both finally found common ground. Maybe the banter would return once both of them finally reached a state of normalcy. Omi hoped so.

Pushing the chair back from the table, the blond stood and stretched. He had made sure that it was perfectly clear that they had some time to themselves while remaining on location. There wasn't a chance that their covers were to be blown, as that all four of them were playing lovers. Something that, in truth, they were.

Omi walked tiredly over to the bed he shared with his athlete. A thrill moved through him at the thought. Ken was his and had been for over a year now. They were together and cared more for each other with that bond that was more than Omi could have ever hoped for. He pushed the covers back and crawled beneath them. Pressing up to the brunet's side, he gave a happy sigh and relaxed.

Ken shifted slightly, opening a sleepy eye for a moment before throwing an arm around his young lover's waist. He smiled as Omi did the same and snuggled closer. "I was wondering when you were going to abandon that thing and come to bed."

A smile lit up Omi's features. "I just had to make sure." He pressed his cheek against Ken's face and closed his eyes. Everything was alright if Ken just held him.

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Pale arms rested on the edge of the pool. He laid his head over his folded arms and sighed. While Aya was glad for the little time off, he found himself wanting to do something. Sitting around had never appealed to him but he had things he could be doing now. Like convincing Yohji that the world wasn't as hopeless as he thought it was.

Aya shifted and rubbed his forehead on his arms. The water sloshed quietly as he moved. Patience was not one of Aya's strong points. All this time with the blond being so unlike himself was killing him. He wanted the Yohji that pawed at him all day and all night long. Not this one that he had to work to get a response out of. Before, Yohji would have a hard on from just being near him. Now, it took a lot of time and skill on his part to even get the blond to rise to the occasion.

Violet eyes closed as he sighed again. What he wouldn't give to have his Yohji back. The one that would goad him until he was pissed off enough to lash out and even keep teasing him to the point where they would end up getting physical, one way or another. He wanted the Yohji that would drag him off to the greenhouse even during the busiest part of the day. But, he had this Yohji until the blond decided that he wanted to come out of the trance like state he had been in when he had come back from the mission.

It wasn't like Yohji hadn't improved either. He had. Yohji talked and chatted lightly. Nothing like he used to though. No dirty talk or talk about sex. He wouldn't even initiate sex anymore. It had to be Aya to do it. Aya to drag him down beneath the covers and practically fuck a reaction out of him.

"Aya."

The red head's gaze shot open and upwards to rest on the figure outlined by the light from the back of the hotel. Anger flared to the front, brushing lust and something deeper to the background. As suddenly as his expression had changed, it shifted again. He felt tired and it showed. "What do you want, Yohji?" he asked in the warm night air.

The blond fidgeted and stopped where he was. Yohji watched Aya in his own shadow as he cast a long shape over the chlorinated water. "I..." he stopped and tilted his head to the concrete. "I was looking for you."

Aya appeared irritated again. "Oh? And what the hell for?" he snapped. His patience was wearing thin. He wasn't sure how much more tiptoeing around the blond he could take.

Yohji flinched at the harsh words and Aya suddenly wanted the old Yohji back even more. He couldn't remember any time before when he had made the blond flinch so many times in a week. The tall man swallowed and shook his head, seeming to change his mind. "Never mind. I'm sorry."

As the blond turned to flee, Aya gritted his teeth. "Kudoh," he nearly growled. Violet eyes narrowed as the lanky man halted in his retreat. "Come."

Turning, verdant eyes settled on the red head and tried to read the younger man's expression. He caught a flash of something that sent a thrill through his body. His limbs continued moving, carrying him closer to the red head that was looking at him with anger edged with something more basic. Lust.

"Down." Aya motioned for Yohji and he watched the blond slowly comply. His heart constricted as he saw some of the man's former sensuality reappear. He raised a hand and brushed it over the crouched man's cheek.

Yohji's eyes closed as he turned his face into the caress. "Aya..."

"Kiss me."

His eyes opened again at that rough voice. He felt something low in his body tighten as he leaned forward, trembling. Anticipation was killing him. Aya just remained where he was, watching with those hungry eyes.

The red head placed his hands on the ledge and pushed himself up. His lips met Yohji's in a hungry press of an eager mouth. He shifted his weight to one arm and tangled a hand in the blond's t-shirt. All at once, Aya pushed back from the edge of the pool and drug the blond forward.

Yohji gave a muffled cry into Aya's mouth as he fell forward. They hit the water with a splash and continued under.

Aya wrapped himself around the blond, pressing himself into his lover's body in an explosion of bubbles. Lips and tongue tangled together as they plunged downward.

They kissed and touched as they clung to each other. Yohji felt like he was on fire despite the cool nature of the pool water. Aya was everywhere. His hands were all over his body, touching and teasing.

Yohji broke the surface of the water seconds before Aya did. The blond gulped in air as he stared wide-eyed at Aya. His clothes felt heavy, saturated with water but it didn't matter. The look in violet eyes did.

Aya swam forward, watching Yohji with every move he made. He smirked as the blond began to swim away from him, something akin to fear swirling with the lust and anticipation in green eyes. The evidence that Yohji still wasn't back to being his annoying playboy self fed Aya's anger at their situation. "How long is it going to take before you'll hold me like you used to? Fuck me like you used to?"

A soaking wet t-shirt collided with the edge of the pool and the blond was forced to stop short. He laid his palms flat against the edge. "Aya..."

Pale hands roughly pinned Yohji, pressing him by the shoulders to the wall. "What? Are you going to run now?" He grabbed the hem of the blond's shirt and pulled it roughly upward, jerking it off Yohji's lanky form.

"Not here. Let's go up-"

"No. Here. Now." Aya pressed himself up against Yohji even as he roughly cut the other man off. A knee between impossibly long, jean clad legs. "I don't understand it. Just a few months ago it would have been you propositioning me in the pool. I would have been the one putting up the token resistance, not you. Not the great Yohji Kudoh."

Breath coming in pants, Yohji closed his eyes and tilted his head back, baring his throat. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Don't fucking apologize to me!" He shoved the blond against the edge again. "I don't need that. I don't need to hear that." He swallowed, his whole body shaking from the force of his anger and need. What he needed was Yohji to be there for him, not for him to have to tiptoe around the man.

"I'm yours," Yohji breathed. He wanted to say the right thing and be what Aya needed. "I'm yours," was the only thing that he could think of saying, doing that would even make a difference.

"I know." Long fingers began working beneath the surface of the water at the button fly of Yohji's jeans. He had them open and halfway down lean thighs before the owner of said jeans decided to help, shucking them off and tossing them onto the edge of the pool with a wet plop.

Aya was flush against him in moments, pressing their groins together. Yohji suddenly felt warm and hard. It almost surprised him that he was semi-erect already but this was Aya here. The man was walking sex.

A small predatory grin spread across Aya's features. He twisted his hips again, gasping at the feeling of Yohji's erection against his own. Pleased would be an understatement to how Aya felt at finding out he wouldn't have to work to get Yohji hard. Suddenly foreplay didn't seem so appealing.

White teeth sunk into an already kiss bruised lower lip. Yohji wanted the red head. He really did but there was that lurking sensation in the back of his mind that didn't want him lingering on the idea of happiness. Something that so many people lost because of him.

"Look at me," Aya's rough voice growled. He grabbed the blond's chin and forced the other man to look at him. "Whatever is going through you mind, forget it. You are mine." Feverish, angry eyes searched Yohji's vaguely guilty eyes. Aya didn't want to see that emotion there. "I'm going to fuck you, Kudoh. Here, now. I don't care if it is against your new found sense of guilt. You are mine. Never forget that."

He swallowed, his throat feeling dry as he watched the red head. A shudder ran through him at the thought that it probably should be him demanding this of Aya, not Aya demanding this of him. He fumbled behind him, on the edge for his jeans, finding them. "Pocket."

Long fingers extracted a tube from the pocket. The corners of Aya's mouth tilted up at the item. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to Yohji's jaw, nipping at the stubble dusted flesh. One of his hands snaked downwards, pressing roughly into well defined abdominal muscles and still sliding further. The other took a hold of the ledge near the blond's head.

Drooping eyelids slid down over green eyes as he once more tilted his head back, baring his neck as he gave himself over to the tense caresses. "Aya, please." A part of him always wanted whatever the red head was prepared to deal out, whatever it would end up being.

Teeth grazed over tanned skin, finally settling to take in a small patch of skin near the blond's collarbone. He nipped at the path before taking it between his teeth, rolling the skin around for a moment before he let it go. None of his movements were slow, seductive. He took the flesh again, biting it now with an almost possessive glee.

Sucking in air, Yohji fought the light panic at the little pangs of pain. It wasn't so much the pain as it was how the pain fed his lust. He found himself holding his breath as strong teeth played with his flesh, threatening injury but never quite taking it that far. The water lapped at his chest, their location almost completely forgotten.

Latching his mouth over the red area, Aya sucked at the mark. Fingers pressed lower down the blond's abdomen, finding smooth skin beneath the water tender to his touch. His exploring was hampered by the briefs Yohji still wore. He tore himself away from making the mark on his lover's neck to narrow his eyes at the white fabric that was hidden beneath the water.

Yohji almost immediately got the hint and moved a hand beneath the water to tug the saturated material off. After a few moments of struggling, he kicked them off, not in the least concerned where they ended up. He finally became aware of the chill movement of the water whispered along his exposed length.

Pale fingers raked roughly through blond curls beneath the water level and trailed along tightened balls. His actions earned him a hiss from his prisoner. "Like that?" he whispered, returning his mouth to the blond's neck.

A low groan mingled with the gentle sloshing of chlorinated water. He felt nails all along his erection, scratching at the already oversensitive flesh and causing sensations that had Yohji drawing blood from his lower lip.

Aya choose that point to lean up and capture his lover's lips. The coppery tang of blood tainted their kiss as they ate at each other's mouths; all lips, tongue, and teeth. The red head's hand wrapped around the blond's solid length and pumped him once before his hand trailed lower.

Yohji lifted a knee, bracing it with one hand to expose himself in the cool water. His breath came in sharp pants as he waited for Aya to sooth the tingling skin.

Slick fingers pressed at the small pucker, smoothing around once before sliding in. Teeth once again returned to the blond's neck. They provided a distraction to the invading digits that pressed further and further into Yohji's body.

His breath caught in his throat as he felt the fingers stretch him, prepare him. "Aya-"

"No," the red head growled. His teeth took a hold of a portion of tanned skin again, biting down almost hard enough to draw blood. He felt the lean body he had pressed up against the wall shiver. With his other hand, he shoved his swim shorts down and quickly coated himself.

The feeling of being invaded left him and just as quick as it was gone, it returned harder and thicker than before. He whimpered, not quite ready to take Aya's erection but his body doing so nonetheless. It hurt. "Gods," he bit his lip and closed his eyes, his body rigged against the pool edge.

Aya tugged the blond's legs up by the knee until Yohji finally got the message to wrap them around him. He ran a pale hand through damp blond hair. "Look at me, Yohji." He tugged on the locks when Yohji shook his head. "Look at me!"

Green eyes finally appeared through small slits. He sucked in air through clenched teeth. His legs settled more snugly around the red head, his back on the rough wall. The water lapped at the pair and Yohji wished that he was feeling something other than lust and need.

Lust darkened eyes searched Yohji's own for a moment. The old Yohji would be all for this but this Yohji just wanted to be afraid. He wasn't. As much as he wished he didn't want this, he wanted to be taken like this. Aya pulled out and slowly pushed back into Yohji's willing body.

It hurt, but not enough. Yohji was waiting for the pain that would drag along fear with it but it never came. Aya wouldn't do that to him. He felt the pale man shift and begin a slow rhythm. "St-stop..." he whispered, begging not so much to Aya but to his body.

Aya braced himself with one hand on the edge of the pool, out of the water, and took his lover's erection in hand. It was maddening to think that Yohji could be such a contradiction right now. Damn Kritkir for all of this. Aya was not going to let Yohji go again. He had done it once and almost lost the man.

Lips pressed against his own and Yohji yielded to the emotions present in the embrace. Passion enveloped him as Aya put everything into the kiss. Everything. He moaned only to have the sound be muffled by their hotly clashing mouths. Yohji finally put his arms around the red head and gave in. It felt too good to give up to fear.

He could feel the difference in Yohji and his body responded to it. Aya groaned and increased his pace, thrusting more forcefully into his blond lover. His body sung with tension as pressure coiled tighter in his balls.

"Aya," Yohji whispered into fiery damp locks. Green eyes squeezed shut, his face twisted up into an expression of pleasure. He clung to the red head with one hand, the other snaking down to stroke his neglected erection. Suddenly, he arched up against the Aya, the side of the pool scraping at his back and his mouth open in a wordless cry as he came in the chlorinated water.

Aya thrust hard into the blond a few more times before he buried himself into his lover one last time and climaxed. He pressed his lips to Yohji's neck in an open mouthed kiss, panting to catch his breath. "Why...?"

"Because it was you, Aya. It was all you..." He closed his eyes and slid down in the water, sore and sated.

A light smile curved across his lips. He knew that he couldn't change everything that had happened but it was a step in the right direction. "Maybe next time you'll fuck me in the pool."

Green eyes widened a fraction. "Maybe..."