Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Hot Chocolate ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss. Don't want to. Just want to own Yoji and Ken.

Warnings: Yaoi (It's ME for god sakes!), Mild Language, Demented Sap. (HELP!!!)

Could be considered OOC, but they're on sugar/caffeine highs!! Who doesn't act strange when their hyper!?

Notes: Gift fic for CWchan, though I don't think she deserves it anymore because she killed all four Weiss boys! Akuma no ko!! (Child of demons!!!)

First attempt at a holiday fic and it's NOTHING like any other V-day fics I've read. Just read it and you'll understand. The name is the first clue. ^_^;;;;

Hot Chocolate

by DragonSoul

I hate Yoji Kudou. I really hate Yoji Kudou.

It was currently Valentine's Day and Fujimiya Aya was sitting in a stereotypical western style coffee shop nursing a tall hot chocolate. Since Valentine's was the busiest day of the year for the Koneko no Sumu Ie, the other three members of Weiss hadn't allowed him to set foot inside the shop, insisting that his cold aura would drive the customers away. So now here he was, sitting in a red armchair watching the snow fall softly outside while the drink he had paid an outrageous amount for slowly cooled on the small table next to him. The firing had been bad enough, but Yoji had locked him out of the apartment so he couldn't go back up to his room and brood. He was probably the one that suggested that the fire him for the day too.

Insufferable bastard. I hate Valentine's.

Aya had never understood Valentine's Day. Why some one would choose to celebrate the most romantic day of the year in the dreariest month was beyond him. The fact that he had never been all that interested in dating didn't help and the whole romantic concept of the holiday eluded him completely.

A flash of wildfire red against the depressing starkness of the snow startled him from the almost doze he had fallen into just before the bells tied to the door heralded the arrival of another customer. The mood he was in, Aya was likely to shove the bells up the new comer's ass if they yelled out 'ohayo' as if they hadn't a care in the world. As if assassins had to worry about assault charges.

"Tall espresso." The red-head stiffened as the familiar voice met his ears. What have I done to deserve this? It was the German telepath from Schwarz, definitely not who Aya wanted to see at the moment. He was just about to get up and leave when Schuldich settled into the chair across from him, smirking. "Why hello Abyssinian... What happened, did all the flowers die?" It was all the katana wielding red head could do to restrain himself, wanting nothing more than to knock the arrogant smirk off the other man's face.

"What do you want?" He hissed, mechanically lifting his hot chocolate to his lips again for a drink.

"What, can't a guy stop for coffee without having to face an interrogation squad?"

"Like you're really here for the coffee." One slim red brow rose as Aya regarded the man in front of him with cool amethyst eyes. "Nothing is that simple with you Schuldich."

The German telepath faked a hurt expression, hand clutching at his chest dramatically. "Mou, you wound me, Aya." He smirked, emerald eyes closing in a sense of irony. "But you're right. I came here to get away from the penthouse. Brad's in been in uber bitch mode for the last week, Nagi's been mooning over some high school guy a couple of years older than him which is utterly sickening and Farf's watching a Sailormoon telethon. If I heard him say that school girls in short skirts hurt god once more, I was going to use his knives on the TV." The pained expression on his face was enough to set off Aya who was feeling slightly childish as the sugar high from his hot chocolate set in. "Hey, what's so funny?"

"You have the same problem as I do, or almost." Aya shook his head ruefully. "Yoji, Omi, and Ken kicked me out."

Now it was the German's turn to chuckle as the joke settled in. The two rival teams were in the same state over a silly holiday. "They kicked you out? What were they afraid of, that you'd drive away all the customers and wilt the flowers with your moodiness?" Aya winced and the other man jumped on the opportunity, crowing triumphantly. "Being Mr. Iceberg is coming back to bite you in the ass ne?"

Normally Aya would have shi-ne'ed and punched some one for teasing him like this but the sugar was still going full force and the German was cheering him up so he settled for a half hearted glare. "Shut up Red."

"Na, na, you aren't shutting me up that easily. It's your own fault Aya. And your hair's redder than mine is!"

"How is it my own fault?" Again, a slim red brow rose, wanting to see if the telepath could understand him.

Schuldich smiled as he took another drink from his cup of double shot espresso and feeling the slight buzz from the caffeine. The encounter was going quite well in his opinion. The normally silent red head hadn't tried to kill him yet which was saying a lot. "Well, from what I've seen, you're really cold and callous, pushing people out of your life or swatting them down like flies. It's no wonder they thought you'd give the fan girls fits."

Aya's eyes narrowed slightly in anger. He should have known Schuldich wouldn't understand. "So I'm automatically the bad guy just because I don't concern myself with anyone who isn't involved with my life!? I'll have you know that I worry about all the civilians that get involved with us, about the families of the targets eve if they didn't know what was going on or not! Hell, I even worry about y-" Aya cut himself off, realization sinking in about what he had be about to say.

Schuldich watched the other as he ranted, an amused smile curving his lips. So the little cat worries about people like me. Interesting... "Why'd you stop talking Aya?"

The crimson-haired assassin paled and lifted the cup, taking a bracing drink of the warm liquid quickly. Damn, he heard me.

The smile on the telepath's face grew into a full out grin as Aya prepared to bolt for the door. Ah, but we can't have you escaping just yet little kitty.

Without any warning, Aya found himself pinned to the red chair by the German in his lap, too preoccupied by the tongue outlining his lips to protest. When the kiss broke, Schuldich simply wrapped his arms around Aya's neck possessively and and got comfortable. "What are you doing Schuldich?" Aya was confused. First the man accused him of being a cold hearted prick and then he sat in his lap and kissed him.

Jade eyes gleamed as the telepath looked down into the confused amethyst one of the swordsman he was sitting on. "Getting comfortable."

"Why?" Instead of the pissed off monotone that he was used to, Aya's voice was full of curiosity.

"Because I just kissed you which obviously means I have certain privileges now ne?"

Still caught in the sugar rush from the rich hot chocolate and unable to find fault with Schuldich's reasoning, Aya nodded. He was feeling extremely self conscious with a twenty-five year old male telepath sitting in his lap and felt even worse because he didn't know whether to push him off, kiss him or wait to be kissed. "Err... Schuldich?"

"Yes Aya?"

"Are you going to kiss me again?"

Schuldich tried not to laugh. So my little kitten is a virgin eh? A predatory glint entered the German's eyes as he smiled down at the younger man. "Hmmmn... I think I will." His head descended and hovered just above the other man's, smirking at Aya's obvious confusion to the delay. He was just about to bridge the gap and kiss the man beneath him when the bells jangled again and a tangled mess of voices startled them.

"Yoji-kun, I'm pretty sure he said he was going out for coffee..."

"This is the last place we're visiting and if he isn't here then you owe me the gas money I wasted Omi."

"Why do you drive a gas guzzler like the Seven anyways, Yoji? There are more practical cars out there and you wouldn't spend a fortune on gas if you bought one of those."

Aya's eyes widened at the sound of his team mates voices and he froze. The man sitting on top of him was in a similar state.

"Brad, he probably went clubbing... Let's just wait for him to come home!"

"Shut up Nagi."

"Who shit in yer coffee this mornin', Crawly?"

One thought entered both Aya and Schuldich's mind at the same time. Aw fuck. Both groups spotted the pair at the same time, mixed reactions coming from them all.

"Totemo kawaii!!"

"You would think that wouldn't you, Omi?"

"You owe me five thousand yen Yoji. I told you he'd find someone today."

"...What the fuck do you think you're doing Schuldich!? He's the enemy!"

"Sodomy hurts God..."

"Yeah, they do look cute ne, Farf?"

Schuldich tightened his grip on Aya's neck, said man flushing almost as red as his hair. In the silence that filled the coffee shop, one could have heard a pin drop. Driven to the point of discomfort by the eight gazes on him, Aya sighed, leaning his forehead against Schuldich's shoulder, the sugar high wearing off and leaving him tired and uncaring. "Schu?"

"Ja?"

"Remind me never to have hot chocolate again. Now give them something to stare at and kiss me."

~*~

Oi... That was strange... *shakes her head.* I think I just wrote sap... demented sap, but sap none the less. *sighs and sips her own hot chocolate.* Yeah, I was drinking this stuff last night when I got the idea and I was drinking it while I typed. Ignore the dementia.

Is anyone out there willing to buy me a coat like Farf's? Anyone? PLEASE?!