Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lush ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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It was the feeling of unfamiliarity that finally woke Aya up. The unfamiliar feel of silk sheets against his skin, the air which was heavy with perfume. He sat up with a jerk, his heartbeat sounding like thunder to his own ears. It slowed down however as the previous night's memories began filtering back to him. He turned to see Yohji still fast asleep, his hands tucked under the pillow so that his head could rest at a more comfortable angle. His sun-streaked blond hair tumbled messily across his face, his long lashes casting shadows across the top of his well-defined cheekbones. In the early morning light, Yohji Kudou looked close to angelic. Well he would have if it hadn't been for that devil-may-care smirk across his face.

Looking up at the clock, Aya could see it was still relatively early, 8:30 to be precise. However far too early to be up on a Sunday morning. Aya ever the neat freak, brushed back the rebellious strands of Yohji's hair with just the tips of his fingers and tucked them behind his ears. He didn't stop there however, letting his fingers drift downwards so they could trace the strong line of Yohji's jawbone, touching the assassin with a gentleness he didn't know he was capable off.

Yohji in his current state however didn't seem to appreciate Aya's spontaneous gesture.

`Too early….go away..' he protested sleepily before turning away. Aya couldn't stop a half smile from spreading across his face as he contemplated his new lover.

By rights Aya should have been very peeved off at Yohji's veiled seduction attempt on him. But truthfully he welcomed the seduction, wanted it, ever since that night. Even so he didn't think they would end up going that far. However once Yohji had placed his hands on him, it had heated his blood to a fever pitch. And it seemed only one person could take care of that for him. Aya thought his curiosity would be satisfied after one bout of oral sex, but his body was already demanding something more….substantial.

It was then that it dawned on Aya how sticky he was as a result of their exertions as well as from the massage oil that Yohji had used. He briefly contemplated going back to his own room to shower, but he knew that was impractical. He had a shower right here. More than that….

Aya shot Yohji a look and spontaneously gave him a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

More than that, he wanted to be there when Yohji woke up.

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The first thing that Yohji heard as he came back to the land of the living was the sound of running water. He opened his eyes, a sleepy grin firmly in place. Aya had stayed. Aya had stayed the whole night. Not only that, he was taking a shower in Yohji's room. If Yohji had been more awake, he would have been tempted to jump up and down with joy. Instead he just rolled over and stared at his closed bathroom door.

He wanted him again…..and again and again. Last night had opened the floodgates where Aya had ruined Yohji for other people. Now, his heart and his body wouldn't be satisfied with anyone else other

than him.

A rueful expression crossed across his face at the thought. Being monogamous had never been one of his strong points, but he had a feeling that with Aya, it wouldn't be that hard.

He pondered getting up but after living together for over 5 years, Yohji knew Aya liked to linger over his Sunday showers, so as to make up for the rest of the week where he rushed like a mad chicken without a head. Yohji figured he had another 15 minutes to doze, so he closed his eyes back again lulled by the sound of the shower.

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True enough, Aya emerged from the shower 20 minutes later a towel wrapped around his waist, since he couldn't seem to find his boxers. He noticed Yohji had shifted again exposing the upper part of his left arm, along with his tattoo. Aya took a closer look at the intricate design with interest. He had seen it before of course, but he never actually had a chance to study it. Without thinking, he found himself tracing outlines of the tattoo with the sensitive pads of his fingers, fascinated at the ink dappled skin.

`Like it?'

At the sound of Yohji's voice, Aya jerked his hand away as if he were touching a live wire. Yohji looked up at Aya, feeling content at just the sight of him.

`When did you get it?' he finally asked.

`When I was 18,' Yohji rolled over on his stomach, `couldn't you guess? I was the rebellious kid in school. Always got expelled, always got caught smoking in the bathrooms that sort of thing.'

`I wouldn't know,' Aya said matter-of-factly. Yohji had to smile at that.

`Sorry, I forgot who it is that I am talking to.'

Taking one of Aya's hands in his, Yohji traced gentle circles on top of the joint closest to Aya's thumb with his own. Aya decided to speak before he lost his common sense completely.

`Yohji….about last night…'

`Yes,' Yohji said warily, bracing himself for the worst.

`I don't want this to change our professional relationship at all Yohji. It would compromise the team to do so and I hope you agree with me on that.'

The brisk way Aya said it made Yohji wonder if he had practiced it in the shower beforehand. It also made him realize what it was that made Aya truly skittish. That if he started sleeping with Yohji, that he would lose the respect he held for Aya as a leader. Yohji pushed himself up and kissed Aya firmly on the lips.

`I promise Aya, when it comes to missions nothing is going to change. I will still follow your orders, I will still defer to your leadership.'

The change that came over Aya was nothing short of startling. He kissed Yohji back and began pushing him backwards, but Yohji stopped him by grabbing his wrists and spinning him around.

`Just remember that this balance of power will be different in the bedroom, ne?' Yohji punctuated his sentence by giving Aya a gentle nip on his earlobe. Aya couldn't stop his body from arching into Yohji's embrace.

`In your dreams flyboy,' he whispered back, knowing he had lost, but still wanting to go down in flames. Yohji chuckled and turned to kiss him again, but this time it was Aya that stopped it.

`Yohji, you were singing something before I fell asleep last night. What was it?'

Yohji scrunched up his forehead trying to derail his one-track mind and its increasingly lustful thoughts.

`Its by someone called Michelle Branch, why?' Yohji asked kissing Aya's temple, which was rapidly becoming one of his favorite spots on Aya's body.

`No reason,' Aya waved away his question. He would figure out what Yohji meant by those words, if indeed he meant anything at all, later. But for now…..

`I like a lot of English music Aya,' Yohji chuckled lustily, `and that Shakira is a babe.'

`Oh really you horny son of a bitch,' Aya said stiffly, trying to ignore the sudden irrational stab of jealousy. However his cool answer didn't fool Yohji for one second.

`She is a spitfire, but,' Yohji took Aya's face into his hands, `you're my little spitfire.'

Aya pushed Yohji away so fast it made his head spin.

`Your going to pay for comparing me to a woman Kudou,' Aya growled and then pounced on the blond assassin. Their rough and tumble soon degraded into a wrestling match with each of them trying to gain the upper hand. Aya was heavier, but Yohji was taller. So when the smoke cleared, it was Yohji who was on top straddling Aya's hips, both of them breathing hard from their tussle.

`I win Aya,' Yohji tossed his long hair out of his eyes, `and I want my just due...'

Before Aya could say a word, Yohji silenced him with a deep lingering kiss that was a mix of aggression and tenderness. Kisses that were less urgent than last night's but not lacking in their passion. Yohji did love kissing…and he was a master. Slipping his tongue into Aya's mouth, he used it to trace every dip and curve. In return Aya started sucking and nibbling Yohji's lower lip.

Yohji broke off the kiss, replacing his mouth with fingers while he teased and titillated Aya's nipples.

`Yohji…' the husky mention of his name, emanating from somewhere towards the back of Aya's throat told Yohji where his mouth ought to be.

`Lift your hips Aya,' Yohji asked. Aya did, which allowed Yohji to remove the towel from underneath Aya's smooth ass and dropped it off the side of the bed.

Without hesitation, Yohji took Aya's rock hard shaft in his mouth and began to lick and suck with abandon. Aya couldn't stop himself from thrusting upwards in time with Yohji's sucking. No more than he could stop the gasps of pleasure from spilling out of his mouth every time he felt the cold air on his saliva covered cock.

Removing his fingers from Aya's mouth, he slipped two of the slick digits easily inside Aya's entrance. Aya flinched a little at the pain, but the pleasurable sensation that Yohji's mouth was giving him, more than made up for it.

When Aya's movements became a little more agitated, Yohji removed his fingers and increased the speed at which he was sucking on Aya's cock. At Aya's point of climax, Yohji reached up and gave Aya's balls a gentle pull.

Aya didn't even try to hold back his cry of ecstasy. Yohji reveled in the sound knowing that Aya wouldn't be this unrestrained when Omi and Ken were back. He swallowed some of Aya's seed; the rest he let spill all over Aya's taut stomach. When the red head had sufficiently calmed down, Yohji shot Aya a devilish grin and then proceeded to lick up the remainder of Aya's cum, like a cat would cream. The very image of Yohji doing that as well as the friction from Yohji inadvertently rubbing against him, made Aya hard again.

`Do it Yohji…'

`Do what Aya?' Yohji asked in his most seductive tone, all the while rubbing the younger man's nipple.

Instead of answering, Aya grabbed Yohji's silky hair and pulled him up to his mouth for an arduous kiss. He then moved Yohji's head to the side so that his lips were inches from Yohji's ear.

`Fuck me Yohji,' he breathed and pulled at one of the silver hoops adorning the blonde's earlobe with his teeth, adding just the faintest edge to their pleasure.

`Fuck me so fast I cant move. Fuck me so hard that I'll feel it for days. Fuck me….fuck me like you've always wanted to..'

`Yes sir,' Yohji inwardly smirked at Aya's obvious need for control. He released Aya long enough grab a tube of lubricant of the top of his side table. Removing the cap, he spread a generous amount on his fingers.

`Not from Lush Yohji?' Aya in a soft, joking tone. Yohji however was rapidly getting to turned on to joke back.

Spreading Aya's legs, Yohji teased the tight entrance with just the tips of his fingers before sliding two in as far as they could go. Once in the tight, smooth sheath, Yohji moved his fingers trying to stretch and loosen up the passage. He then added a third finger and moved them in a rapid thrusting motion.

`Hurry up and slip me a length Yohji,' Aya demanded.

Yohji wordlessly obeyed and removed his fingers. He then

slathered lubricant all over his aching cock and then positioned himself at Aya's opening. Using his thumb, he stretched the tight ring of muscle before sliding the head of his large cock inside. For a few minutes he stayed like that so that Aya's body could adjust to his size. Once he felt Aya's body relax, he grabbed the firm curves of Aya's ass and pushed himself in a bit more. Yohji repeated this motion slowly and deliberately so as to not hurt his partner until he was buried to the hilt.

`You…ok Aya,' Yohji huffed. Aya nodded his head.

`Just move…' Aya drove his point home by nudging his hips towards Yohji's direction. Yohji threw his head back with a groan. Holding Aya's legs apart with his hands, Yohji started to slowly thrust in and out. As his control started to fray, he felt himself pick up the pace, moving his hips upwards so he could reach Aya's sweet spot every time.

Aya was rapidly losing himself in Yohji's feverish thrusting, his fingers clenching and unclenching in the sheets. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of Aya's moans and Yohji's gasps and the sounds of flesh sliding roughly against flesh.

Through hazy lust clouded eyes, Yohji saw Aya bite his lip hard and close his eyes tight. He hooked the red head's right leg over his shoulder so that he could use his free hand to firmly grasp and stroke Aya's cock. He slowed down and bent over so he could whisper in Aya's ear.

`Open your eyes Aya… I want you to see what you do to me.'

The obvious feeling in his words shook Aya to the core and his eyes snapped open to see Yohji's face inches from his, sweat dripping of the tip of his nose, his green eyes shimmering like jade. Yohji partially stuck out his tongue so he could trace the outline of Aya's swollen lips.

`So….good….so….tight….Aya!'

The words fell like a torrent from his lips as he leaned in closer so he could now use his tongue to soothe away the teeth imprints where Aya had bitten to hard. He then resumed his previous speed, his cock pistoning in and out of Aya at a blinding rate.

At his impending orgasm, Yohji growled and slammed his hips as far as they could go and spilled his seed deep inside Aya's pliant body. The last thrust brushing roughly against Aya's prostate coupled with a particularly deep pull from Yohji, triggered the younger Weiss's climax causing him to cum in his lover's hand as well as all over his own chest.

Yohji felt the strength in his forearms leave him causing him to collapse on his elbows, still breathing heavily; his blonde hair hanging down like a curtain.

`Fuck…me…' he panted. Aya beneath him gave him a sardonic smile.

`Funny, I thought it was the other way around,' he said his voice deadpan but still slightly shaky. Yohji gave a wry smile back in reply. He brushed back a sweat soaked eartail while gently pulling out at the same time. After catching his breath, he rolled over and began rummaging in the second drawer of his bedside table. Extracting a pack of smokes and a lighter, he lit one up and took a deep drag.

He sighed, this was heaven. After taking another puff, he tentatively offered it to Aya. To his surprise Aya actually took it and inhaled deeply.

`Hmm.. perhaps we'll make a rebel out of you yet Aya,' Yohji teased. Aya however didn't rise to the bait, as he seemed to be gazing, transfixed at the sight of Yohji lazily reclining on his bed. He ran his hand through Yohji's hair and fell instantly in love with how thick and soft it felt to his fingers.

`Beautiful…' the word came out before he could stop it.

Yohji blinked, the expression on his face reflecting his honest surprise.

`Me? Beautiful? You've got it wrong Aya you're the beautiful…' Aya shushed him with an authoritative finger to his kissed bruised lips.

`You've always been beautiful…to me Yohji.'

Yohji felt his heart skip a beat at Aya's words. He pulled Aya close for another deep kiss and once in his arms, he never wanted to let go.

When they finally did part, Yohji couldn't quite stop smiling.

`I need a shower..' he said playfully bouncing off the bed and grabbing the towel that was on the windowsill. Once in the bathroom, he put his head around the corner and winked at his teammate.

`You coming?'

Aya rolled his eyes at Yohji's blatant come on. Even so, that didn't stop him from grabbing his own towel and following him into the shower.