Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lush ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Author's note: Just to add to the usual disclaimers. Please forgive my inclusion of popular culture, but I was watching it when I was writing this ^_~. The Amazing Race and all that is associated with it is copyrighted to someone (CBS I think), not me and the name Bailey's, is also copyrighted and trademarked to its company also doesn't belong to me. Lyrics used are also copyrighted to their respective owners.

Now that my butt is sufficiently covered…enjoy ^_^

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The mission actually turned out to be pretty simple. It was more recon than actually assassination, a mission that required their stealth rather than their killing skills. They could handle it between them and they were ready to go in an hour.

They were in and out of the building in 2 hours without causing too much of a commotion. They had first scaled up the side of the glass building and then Yohji stood guard while Aya got the info they needed. After sending the information to Kritiker, they picked up Thai takeout for dinner.

Yohji in particular was glad at the non-messiness of this mission. He wanted to get back home as soon as possible for a specific reason. He plonked down on the couch while Aya went to make coffee. Aya rarely made coffee, which was a shame since his coffee was rated bloody excellent by the rest of the team.

`You want some coffee Yohji?' Aya called over his shoulder.

`Yes please Aya, you know how I like it.'

Aya gave a half smile at the direction of the voice as he opened a foil bag of ungrounded coffee beans. The reason his coffee tasted so good was because he took his time, since he hated the taste of instant coffee. He went through the motions without thinking and when the coffee was in the cafetière, he opened the cupboard looking for the Bailey's. That was how Yohji liked it, strong with a splash of Bailey's.

Pouring the coffee into two mugs, he added a healthy dose of the cream liqueur to Yohji's mug and an equally impressive portion to his own. They didn't need sugar since the Bailey's was sweet enough. Carrying the two steaming mugs to the living room, when Yohji didn't look up he turned his head to see what was it on TV that had him so enthralled. When he saw, he raised his eyebrow in surprise at the blond.

`The Amazing Race? I didn't know you were the type to watch reality shows Yohji,' Aya said bemused as he took the seat next to him. Yohji had the grace to blush.

`Someone introduced it to me and to tell you the truth I'm hooked,' he admitted, `you have to admit, it sounds like fun racing all over the world. I think you and I would beat the pants off the other team.'

`Yohji, we would kill each other before the first leg of the race,' Aya said bluntly, `and quite frankly one million isn't enough to get me to speed all over the world with you.'

Yohji's full lips curved themselves into a pout. The urge suddenly struck Aya to kiss that pout away but he stifled it quickly.

`You're no fun Aya,' he muttered taking a carton in his hands and began eating out of it. They had almost finished dinner towards the end of the show and Yohji was feeling mildly sleepy. Out of the corner of his eye though, he noticed Aya repeatedly rubbing his shoulder. He frowned.

`Are you ok Aya?' Yohji asked.

`Just pulled a shoulder muscle when we were climbing, nothing major,' Aya said offhandedly. Inwardly Yohji smiled, that was the perfect opening.

`Would you like a back massage then Aya? It will take the ache away,' Yohji asked subtly his voice dropping an octave. Aya looked pensive at first, but when he noted the innocent expression on Yohji's face he nodded his head. Yohji was good at giving massage's he remembered.

`Let me take a shower first,' Aya said clearing his mug away.

`Then come to my room. It has a nicer bed,' Yohji hurriedly added when he saw a flicker of apprehension in Aya's indigo eyes. Aya nodded once again and left to take his shower. Once he was gone, an almost sinful grin crossed Yohji's

face.

Operation: Seduce Aya was about to reach its culmination.

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A soft knock told Yohji of Aya's arrival.

`Come in,' he said lighting the last candle. When he turned around, his jaw almost dropped. There was Aya, a towel around his shoulder clad only in silky, black boxers. Yohji's cock that had been half-hard in anticipation rose to almost full attention. He cleared his throat and motioned to the bed.

`I am just going to get the massage oil.'

Aya looked around at Yohji's room. He hadn't really been in the other man's room before, but it had Yohji's personality written all over it. The chrome finishings and the black, modern furniture and right in the center, a king sized bed with chrome trim, black pillows and emerald green sheets. It was a little messier than Aya would have liked his own room to be, but he put that down to Yohji's sloppy housekeeping habits.

`What's with all the candles?' he asked, still slightly wary but dinner combined with the alcohol-laced coffee had toned him down a bit.

`Lights would have been too harsh, this kind of thing is meant to chill you out and a relaxing atmosphere helps. I'll switch on the table lamp though if you like.'

At Aya's consent Yohji flipped on the switch which made the room light up a little bit, but not a lot more.

`Grab one of those pillows and lie face down Aya,' Yohji instructed warming up a massage bar in his hands. It was half-black and half-white and its sweet, cloying scent reached Aya's nose. He looked over his shoulder quizzically at Yohji.

`Black Magic, courtesy of Lush,' Yohji clarified joining Aya on his bed.

`You really like their stuff don't you,' Aya said, his voice slightly muffled from the pillow he was resting his head on.

In response Yohji planted his knees on either side of Aya's hips, put his hands on Aya's shoulder and started to knead the stiff collection of muscles there. He almost lost it there and then at the first contact of Aya's sinfully soft skin. However Yohji Kudou was famous for his control and stamina, which was what all his lovers had adored about him. But that didn't mean he wasn't glad that the baggy pants he had chosen to wear hid his now aching erection.

He swallowed hard so as to get rid of the sudden lump in his throat.

`Just relax Aya, ok?' Only the slightest movement of his head told Yohji that Aya was ready.

First things first, Yohji started to massage the spot where Aya's complaint lay. He worked it with skilled and agile hands until he felt the strain and stiffness melt away. Then oh so slowly, he started moving downwards, applying more pressure to where the skin dipped into a valley, where Aya's spine was. At times he would use his elbows to apply more pressure where the muscles were especially tense.

Aya had kept quiet through most of Yohji's ministrations, but even he couldn't bite back the slight sighs and moans of satisfaction at being skillfully tended to by his comrade. Yohji took these little gestures as indications that he was getting through Aya's defenses. He paused a moment to admire the lithe, near perfect body beneath him. Although the pale surface was marred with scars, Aya still had skin like a Rembrandt. And touching it was making Yohji so hard it hurt. His breathing got a little heavier as he moved his hands down to the sensuous curve of Aya's back.

Experience reminded him how sensitive this little area was and he worked it harder as a result, eager to arouse Aya the same way he was aroused. He slipped lower just below the waist of the boxers to massage the top curve of Aya's firm ass. He knew he had succeeded hitting a sweet spot when he heard Aya openly moan. He couldn't wait anymore and took his hands away and Aya made a sound of frustration at the sudden halt to the pleasure.

`Turn around Aya…please…' Yohji had never begged for sex his entire life, but at this point logical thought wasn't an option. He almost groaned

as he felt Aya shift underneath him

and his thigh brush against his arousal. Aya looked up Yohji, his eyes a sleepy mixture of lust and determination.

`Yohji…' he whispered the blonde's name in a way that borderlined erotic. He raised himself on his elbows and traced the outline of Yohji's lips with his fingers. Yohji opened his mouth and nibbled on the skin he found there.

`Yohji..' that voice again. Yohji couldn't wait any longer but thankfully Aya beat him to it, using his free hand to pull Yohji's head down until their lips met. Yohji felt his bones turn to water at the first taste of Aya's mouth. In his wildest dreams he never expected it to be so sweet, so soft and he was drowning in it. He used his tongue to trace he inside of Aya's lip and then the hard ivory of his teeth before finally wrestling with Aya's own tongue which still held the faintest hint of the Bailey's he had drunk earlier. The warring tongues, in a fight for dominance only served to heighten their arousal.

`Aya…' his name spoken in such a wanton way keyed Aya's body up tighter than a piano string. Aya was hungry for more after Yohji's sensuous touch, and now under his skillful lips he wanted nothing more than the green-eyed man to ravish him. Yohji moved a hand down and rubbed Aya's right nipple until it hardened into a nub. Aya's gasp was music to his ears. Yohji gave it a final pinch before moving on to the other nipple and giving it similar treatment.

It was difficult, but he willed himself to leave Aya's mouth, and traveled down the smooth column of his throat nipping and sucking at the skin there. He paused at the indentation at the base of Aya's throat and flicked his tongue at the sensitive skin there in time with Aya's rapidly increasing heartbeat. He then focused on Aya's dusky rose colored nipples, taking one in his mouth and drawing circles around it with his tongue. Aya seemed to like this very much as he wrapped locks of Yohji's hair around his hands in an effort to keep it there.

Yohji slowly disentangled Aya's hands and sat up. He looked down and immediately thought that this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Aya, with a faint blush coloring the bridge of his nose and his chest, eyes heavy lidded with passion, nipples glistening with a mixture of oil and saliva. His chest raising and falling reflecting the irregularity of his breaths.

`Aya…are you…'

`Please…'

At the sound of the obvious desire in Aya's voice, Yohji let loose an almost feral growl and tugged Aya's boxers off with one yank. Without the restrictive cloth, Aya's hard cock sprung free leaking pre-cum from the tip. Yohji mouth watered, he couldn't wait to taste it. But although turned on almost out of his mind, Yohji knew teasing Aya would make the end result more pleasurable.

So he proceeded to lick the area around Aya's cock while not actually touching it. He nibbled at the milky white skin of Aya's thighs and dipped his tongue at the whorl of Aya's navel. He even moved lower and gave Aya's puckered entrance a tentative lick. When he finally did pay attention to Aya's penis, he simply teased the tip and blew a stream of cool air over it.

Aya writhed and bucked trying desperately to get his cock closer to Yohji's mouth in order to get some relief, but Yohji kept himself just out of reach.

`Yohji…please…'

`Please what Aya?' Yohji maddeningly just ran the tip of his tongue up and down Aya's erection.

`Go down on me. Suck me..'

How could anyone resist such an invitation? Yohji swallowed Aya's cock whole causing Aya to arch almost a foot off the bed with a strangled shout. Yohji used one hand to steady Aya's hips, the other to grab the base of his cock all the while skillfully fellating Aya to climax. He then used one oil-covered digit to lightly finger Aya's tight opening. He slid one finger inside slowly, burying it to the knuckle. He felt Aya's body immediately tense.

`Its ok Aya, just relax,' Yohji said his mouth still full of Aya's cock. He

deliberately drew out the rrrr's and

the sss's knowing that the vibrations would drive him insane. True enough Yohji saw Aya bite the soft skin of his wrist to stop himself from crying out. Yohji judged Aya was suitably distracted enough for him to slip a second finger in.

With two fingers now encased in the tight heat of Aya's body, Yohji felt around for Aya's pleasure spot. He knew he found it when he felt Aya's body twist and squirm when he lightly stroked it. Aya was getting louder by the minute telling Yohji that he wasn't going to last much longer. So he upped the pace, by increasing the speed at which he was fucking Aya with his fingers as well as increasing the suction on Aya's cock. The way Aya's body was tensing warned Yohji that he was on the brink of climax. So he bore Aya's length down to the root and jerked his fingers up to press against Aya's prostate.

Aya didn't just come, he shattered.

Giving a guttural cry loud enough to wake the neighbors he slammed his hips upwards and came deep in Yohji's throat. Yohji's talented mouth swallowed all of it without a qualm, however some of the milky white liquid still managed to leak out the corner of his mouth. He released Aya's rapidly softening penis from his mouth with a soft `pop' and sat back up. Aya however was still trying to gain back some semblance of control after that mind-blowing orgasm.

`Did you enjoy that Aya?' Yohji asked trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. Like he once said, Aya's opinion mattered a great deal to him.

`It was …nice Yohji,' Aya replied, a ghost of a teasing smile flitting across his face. Yohji grinned and wiped the spot of cum of his face with his little finger. He then proceeded to trace Aya's lips with that finger and then swooped in for another kiss, the bittersweet flavor a wonderful contrast to the sweetness of Aya's mouth.

Aya was losing himself in Yohji's kiss when he felt something hard digging into his hip. Looking down he saw that the oldest Weiss was still fully aroused and not far from the edge himself. Aya used his tongue to trace the shell of Yohji's ear and was rewarded with a shudder.

`Let me return the favor Yohji,' he whispered.

`Aya…' Yohji couldn't believe how uninhabited Aya was in bed. If he had known, he would have tried to seduce him sooner.

With deft hands born from years of handling a katana, Aya undid the drawstring of Yohji's pants and pulled them down past his hips. His eyes widened a little at the size of Yohji's cock that was partially slick with pre-cum.

`Aya.. you don't have…'

A stern glance from Aya made the words die at Yohji's lips. Propping himself up on his elbows, he gave a few strong licks to the tip all the while jerking him off with his right hand. Feeling how hard Yohji's erection was told Aya that he wasn't going to last through much more teasing. Discarding any preliminaries, Aya deepthroated as much of Yohji's cock as he could. Although he lacked any of the skill that Yohji had, he more than made up for it in finesse. He let his teeth scrape across the sensitive surface, pushing Yohji firmly over the edge. Yohji grabbed the headboard of his bed so hard that his knuckles turned white and let out a loud moan.

`Oh shiit, Aya!'

Aya wiped Yohji's cum of his mouth with the back of his hand, mildly surprised at how good it tasted. Yohji pulled Aya up for another kiss; it was as if he could never get enough of the red head. He wanted nothing more than to fuck him hard for a few hours straight but he knew this wasn't going to happen as he saw Aya's eyelids slowly close. Truth be told, he himself was too tired to do anything else except sleep.

`Sleep well Aya,' Yohji nuzzled the soft skin of Aya's temple.

`Shut up,' Aya said sleepily sounding a bit more like himself. He turned over so his back was facing Yohji. Yohji only felt the mildest hint of disappointment, he didn't think Aya was the type of person to cuddle, so Yohji had to make do with just

touching Aya's calf with his foot. For

now, that was more than enough.

Aya was rapidly falling into unconsciousness. Even so, he could still hear Yohji singing softly behind him.

If you want to,

I can save you,

I can take you away from here,

So lonely inside,

So busy out there,

All you wanted was somebody who cares.

It was the last thing Aya heard before he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.