Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lush ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

`Well…you like?'

`Its…very nice Yohji,' Aya replied as he took in his surroundings. They were going to be staying at a quaint little hotel about an hour and a half from the outskirts of town. It was run by a couple that had lived in the UK for most of their lives but had moved here close to twenty years ago. But they had become so nostalgic that they opened a hotel that was closer in style to that of a traditional Bed & Breakfast, however it still possessed every single modern convenience that you could possibly think off.

Aya had been sincere when he said the room was nice. Possessing deep cream carpeting which barely yielded underfoot as the perfect backdrop for the heavy Louis XV furniture topped off with deep blue silk curtains and sheets along with a large bay window gave the room an air of hidden extravagance. It was also definitely a gentlemen's room due in part to the subtle touches scattered throughout; like the ornate liquor cabinet in the corner stocked with vintage brandy, and the cigar cutter and lighter laid out neatly on the side table which also doubled as a card table.

`Shall we order dinner first?' Yohji suggested. Aya nodded and glanced at the menu while Yohji gave their order on the phone. When that had been done, Aya felt some trepidation rise in him as he saw Yohji give him a sly smile.

`They say its going to be forty-five minutes to an hour. Wanna take a bath first, to wash of the dirt and grime of the road of course,' Yohji said in a flat tone of voice but with the aforesaid smile still firmly in place.

`I suppose,' Aya said trying to seem nonchalant. In reality a slight shiver shot up and down his spine at the extremely sensual thought of sharing a bath with his blonde lover. Sure they had shagged in the shower a few times before but never in a bath.

If the bedroom was pure Pride and Prejudice, then the bathroom was true film noir. Black and white, the dichromatic color scene's piece de resistance was the faux marble hexagonal tub in the corner. Aya had to smile at the speed to which Yohji divested himself of his clothing, while he himself chose a more leisurely pace. Extracting a couple of items from his bag, Yohji turned around to beckon Aya to get into the bath. Instead his jaw just dropped at the sight of Aya, buck naked, leaning against the doorjamb, his arms crossed casually across his chest.

`What?' Aya said a diffident expression on his face. Yohji had to bite back a growl at his lover's coolness.

`Do you have some sort of on and off switch when it comes to sex Aya?' Yohji asked as he closed the space between them, his eyes twinkling. `Can I find it?'

Saying that he dropped on his knees in front of Aya and took his soft member in his mouth. Aya's body immediately tensed and his hands drifted downwards to grab large hanks of Yohji's hair. He loved this, Yohji's hot and talented mouth on his cock. For him it was the ultimate turn on to feel those soft lips on any part of his body.

As he felt Aya's shaft harden between his lips, it stoked his own fire. It seemed no matter how many times he went down on him; he always tasted so good. The feel of velvet over steel on his tongue. An almost imperceptible thrust of Aya's hips made Yohji release his now hardened member and smiled while wiping pre-cum off his lips.

`You have no control when it comes to this, do you Aya?' Yohji said more affectionately than just teasing. Still, it made Aya raise an indignant eyebrow.

`Have you forgotten to whom you're talking to Kudou?' he said stiffly. But Yohji was unrepentant.

`You are Mr. Control ninety-nine percent of the time Aya, I give you that. However..' Yohji purred as he nuzzled Aya's neck, `the other one percent..'

Aya pulled Yohji closer and started nibbling on his ear.

`You think your so great when it comes to control?' he uttered the words in Yohji's ear in between nipping the soft skin he found there.

`Yes I do in fact,' Yohji said smugly, a little to smugly for his tastes. Aya

pushed him back slightly, a sultry look in his indigo eyes.

`Then lets have a game Yohji. Whoever comes first, loses. The loser does whatever the winner wants. How about that?' Aya said challengingly. Yohji gave him his famous playboy smirk in return.

`Your on. In the tub Aya?' Yohji jerked his head in the direction of the bath. Aya nodded and they both climbed into the temporarily empty tub. While Yohji fiddled with the taps trying to get the right temperature of water to come out, Aya lazily slicked a hand up and down Yohji's cock urging him to a full erection. When that had been accomplished, he drew his hand away prompting a sound of protest from Yohji and busied himself arranging the soap and shampoo bottles by the side of the tub so that they were within easy reach. Aya then pushed Yohji back so that his back hit the cool surface of the tub and his elbows were on the rim.

As the bath started to slowly fill up with warm water, Aya grabbed the tube of lubricant and quickly spread some not only on Yohji's cock but also at his own entrance. Straddling Yohji's hips so that he was facing him, Aya gave him a wicked grin and without warning sank on Yohji's upright member in one smooth motion.

`Aya, what do you think your..ungh,' Yohji moaned as he felt Aya's tight heat envelope him. Taking a deep breath so he could control his overactive libido, he shot Aya a glare.

`This isn't fair Aya,' he complained although his body said otherwise. Aya responded by sucking at Yohji's neck.

`I wont move a muscle Yohji, we needed some kind of contact between us and this was all I could think off,' Aya dropped an dark yellow sphere in the water that made it fizzle and filled the air with the scent of wild oranges. He then reached to the side to grab the shampoo bottle and flipped the top open with his thumb, `here, let me wash your hair…'

They passed a pleasant few minutes washing and worshipping each other's bodies, rinsing the suds off with the extendible showerhead. True to his word Aya didn't move about that much and Yohji felt that the advantage was firmly back in his court. Even so, he could feel both their cocks becoming harder with each passing moment.

Aya realized that he would have to do something quick if he wanted to win this game. He could have just brought Yohji off by clenching his muscles around his cock, but that would have proved to easy. Besides he had promised he wouldn't do that and Aya was a man of his word. However there were other ways….

Yohji became a little unsettled by the look on Aya's face as he ran his hand through the long crimson side bangs and then through the rest of his hair to make sure that no shampoo remained. He gently grabbed Aya's forearms and brought him closer, this action managing to elicit a gasp from the red head as Yohji's shaft brushed against his prostate.

`What are you thinking about Aya?' Yohji said smokily in his ear before tracing the delicate rim with his tongue. Aya moved his head from the side so that their noses touched. Miniscule droplets of water were caught in his lashes giving his violet eyes an extremely ethereal look.

`What would you do to me Yohji? If you won?' Aya whispered the words sexily, as if he were making love to Yohji by just using words.

`I mean, what could you do to me that you haven't already done? Would you take me bent over the bay window where somebody might see?'

When Aya felt Yohji's cock twitch inside him, he knew he was on the right track. Yohji was the usual dirty talker in bed so Aya had a good guess how arousing it was to hear those words from his lips. So he decided to press his advantage.

`Would you see how many times I could make you come with my mouth in an hour?' Aya then flicked his tongue at a particular spot on Yohji's neck that he knew drove him nuts and was rewarded when he felt Yohji's body quiver.

Yohji growled and moved his hips upwards, purposely hitting Aya's sweet spot knowing now it was no holds barred. Aya let go a

languorous moan that only served to make Yohji even more excited.

`Or would you take me against the wall again, driving yourself in me again and again until I come calling your name not caring if the whole hotel hears it? Yohji…' Aya lightly kissed the blond on his lips, `Yohji….' another kiss `Yohji…'

Yohji couldn't stop the mental images from flashing in his head no more than he could stop his body from arching up like a bow. Aya smiled victoriously as he felt Yohji's warm seed spill inside him.

`Holy shit,' Yohji panted but at the same time managed to grimace at Aya, `that REALLY wasn't fair Aya.'

`I didn't move did I?' Aya gently brushed back damp strands of Yohji's hair. `Face it Yohji, you lost.'

Of all the things that Aya thought Yohji would do in reply to his statement, he certainly didn't expect a loving hand on his shoulder or an arm around his waist. And he definitely didn't expect the words that came out of Yohji's mouth.

`Very well Aya,' Yohji licked a drop of water that trickled down the side of Aya's face, `you win.'

Yohji's voice carried no hint of animosity, nor did he sound defeated. It sounded more like a blend of patience and understanding. Is was as if he was he knew this is what Aya needed and he was willing to give it to him, if it meant that in the end he was happy. Aya felt his throat constrict at the tenderness of Yohji's gesture. He wondered what was it that he done right in the past so that he deserved someone like him. He also wondered if he would ever be able to do something like that in return.

The feel of Yohji's hand on his erection immediately scattered these thoughts. He quickly pulled the green eyed assassin's hand away, while kissing each one of the fingertips causing Yohji to look at him in mild astonishment.

`Later,' he said quietly planting a kiss on Yohji's nose. Aya then pulled the plug and only when the tub was completely empty did Yohji slip out of his body, after which they gave themselves a quick rinse. But while Yohji changed into black, satin pajama bottoms and a black tank top, Aya seemed content to remain in a fluffy white bathrobe.

The discreet ringing of a doorbell heralded the arrival of their dinner a few minutes later. It came on a large serving cart, on silver trays served by a man with pristine white gloves. The dinner itself was exceptional; steamed artichokes with sauce that literally melted of the spine for starters, roast quail for Aya, roast beef for Yohji and for dessert, pears poached in brandy with chocolate sauce.

`Man I am stuffed,' Yohji proclaimed throwing himself a touch dramatically on one of the upholstered antique chairs.

`Definitely one of your better ideas Yohji,' Aya said standing by the window while lighting up a cigar. Soon the room was filled with the distinctly expensive smell of a Cuba Havana. Yohji frowned at him.

`I DO hope you realize that you're paying for that,' he muttered darkly taking a sip of his small brandy.

`Its being paid by the same people that are paying for that ridiculously expensive brandy you're drinking Yohji,' Aya gave a half smile, `just a thought, is this my paid vacation or yours?'

`We'll decide when we get back,' Yohji said hedonistically. However the next words were spoken with such uncharacteristic seriousness that Aya almost dropped his cigar.

`So when are we going to start Aya?'

The directness of his question left Aya a little flustered. But he soon recovered knowing what it was that he wanted the blond assassin to do.

`I'm not going to hurt you Yohji, I just want you to know that. This "game" is only that in name only. I…'

`I know Aya,' Yohji rose from his chair and turned him around slowly so that they were face to face, `I trust you, I've always trusted you.'

Aya stroked the side of Yohji's face and placed the cigar in between his lips. He then sauntered to the bed loosening the knot of his robe slightly.

`Take off that tank top Yohji..'

After placing the cigar aside, he crossed his arms and grabbed the hem of the tank top and pulled it off over his head in one smooth motion, while Aya watched from the bed. Although the tight tank had clung to every dip and curve of Yohji's gorgeous body, there was really no substitute for seeing him in the buff.

Yohji on the other hand was drinking in the sight of Aya half-reclining on the bed, the robe half off his shoulders, his skin luminous in the failing light.

`I want to feel your mouth on me Yohji,' was Aya's next instruction. In two long strides Yohji was by Aya's side, tugging at the tie of the robe until it fell open so he could fully push it off Aya's shoulders leaving him completely exposed. He bent down and started giving Aya's penis long luxurious strokes with his tongue, but stopped when he felt Aya's hand gripping his shoulder.

`No, not there. Not ….yet,' Aya said throatily. Yohji nodded his head and pushed himself up so he could claim Aya's lips for a kiss. He lingered, enjoying the feel of those dry soft lips against his own momentarily before prying them open so as to allow his tongue access. Aya tried to swallow that tongue whole loving the sweetness that he tasted there because of the brandy.

Once he felt he had enough for now, Yohji transferred his lips to the base of Aya's neck where he sucked the skin there till it left a purple red mark. Although he stayed away from the center of Aya's desire, he didn't stay away from the rest of his body. He nibbled and sucked on Aya's pale pink nipples, played with his completely healed navel piercing and even teased the sensitive skin at the back of Aya's knees.

Aya was getting so hard it was beginning to hurt. But it was so erotic to see the contrast between Yohji's and his skin, like honey and milk.

`I…want you…to tell me something,' Aya said having difficulty now stringing together a sentence due to Yohji's sensual tickling.

`What?' Yohji asked as he went back to nuzzling Aya's neck.

`Tell me about the first man you ever let have you.'

Aya heard Yohji take a sharp intake of breath and wondered if he had pried to far. He braced himself for a protest but instead felt Yohji's fingers brush back his always too long bangs. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the deep emerald green of Yohji's eyes.

`Ok,' Yohji leaned back on his heels slightly, `I was 18 and he was my senior in school. One night I had been invited to a kind of graduation party by a girl I once dated. In the end she didn't come and I was surrounded by people I didn't know that well. I was desperate for a fag so I escaped to a kind of pool house situated away from the main house.'

Yohji slowly drew a finger up and down Aya's smooth thighs prompting a shudder from him.

`I was surprised to find the twin brother of the host of the party in that pool house playing games on the TV. I gave him a sheepish smile and turned to leave but he stopped me and invited me to join him in a game. He didn't smoke but allowed me too. After playing, we started talking and before I knew it we were kissing and I ended up pinned under him desperately rubbing the bulges in our pants together.'

Aya felt his cock jump at the mental imagery.

`We were naked in a flash and I remember him shooting me a kind of shy smile before he took my cock in his mouth. I had been with men before but always on top, however with him all I knew was I wanted him inside me, don't ask me why. To this day I don't know what he used for lubricant but the next thing I knew, I felt his slick fingers urgently stretching me. He then started to slip his cock inside me, slowly so as not to hurt me although I could feel how turned on he was.'

Aya heard his breathing becoming more labored and he could see that Yohji was getting that same way to.

`Once I had gotten used to it, he grabbed the couch and started driving himself harder inside me hitting my prostate with every other stroke making me see stars. It

was a good thing we were so far away from the house as I could barely contain my cries. He fucked me so hard I could feel the springs of the cushions under my ass. I…'

`On the bed,' Aya ordered suddenly, `now.'

As Yohji scrambled on the bed while removing his pants at the same time, Aya grabbed the tube of lubricant of the side table and started coating his fingers. Yohji laid back and spread his legs urgently.

`Take me Aya,' he whispered, `I want you to so badly.'

Those words made Aya want to immediately jam his aching cock into Yohji's willing body, but he knew how much that would have hurt. And it would have killed him to do that to Yohji.

So he forced himself to just slip one finger in at first, then another until Yohji's entrance was being stretched by three fingers. Only then did he allow the head of his erection inside that tight ring of muscle. He moved bit by bit until he was fully sheathed.

Yohji groaned in frustration at the slowness of this.

`Harder Aya, I can take it,' he moaned wrapping his legs around Aya's waist.

`You talk big Yohji,' Aya managed to chuckle briefly before he started to move not being able to stand still any longer. He started off slow but was soon thrusting as hard as Yohji demanded. Soon they were so close that their nipples were brushing against each other and Aya had a hand firmly wrapped around Yohji's penis.

Yohji threw his head back and cried, `Oh God Aya you feel so good…faster!'

Neither of them were able to last much longer, the drawn out verbal foreplay providing more than enough stimulus. Yohji climaxed first, his body convulsing, Aya's name on his lips. Aya found his own release seconds later deep in Yohji's body, coming with a strangled cry which he tried to stifle by biting into his lover's shoulder.

It took more than a few minutes for either of them to gather enough strength to speak.

`You alright,' Yohji murmured in his lover's ear. Aya nodded his head and slowly pulled out. The sex was having an immediate soporific effect on him and he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the snow-white pillow. Yohji soon followed suite but not before pulling a blanket over them and snuggling closer.

`I love you Aya. And one day I'll swear you'll know it,' Yohji said dreamily before he closed his eyes.

***

Aya awoke to the feel of something jabbing him in the back. Glancing over his shoulder he saw Yohji in the state that was halfway between awake and sleeping, a sensual gleam in his dark green eyes.

`I've heard of stamina but jeez Yohji,' Aya murmured putting one hand up behind him to stroke that soft blond hair.

`Its you Aya, its like I cant get enough of you,' Yohji whispered back burying his nose into Aya's hair enjoying the smell of juniper berries. `You just lie back and I'll do all the work…unless of course..'

`I don't mind,' Aya said sleepily. He felt the bed shift and move as Yohji rolled over to get the now half-empty tube of lubricant. He flinched only slightly when he felt the cool gel being rubbed in between the cheeks of his ass. He soon relaxed however at the enjoyable sensation of Yohji's fingers slowly penetrating him. One finger soon became two and when they pressed at his sweet spot he arched closer to Yohji's body.

The fingers were soon removed only to be replaced by something a lot thicker and bigger. Rotating his hips slightly, Yohji penetrated Aya in a spoon fashion until he was as deep in as he could go.

The fucking that followed was slow and leisurely, quite unlike all their encounters before. They had nowhere to go in the morning and the whole night to indulge. Yohji moved in and out of Aya only with the slightest movement of his hips, while one hand rubbed his nipple and the other stroked his cock.

They didn't know how long they were like this, but as their collective breathing got heavier, Yohji knew neither would be satisfied with this lingering pace for much longer.

`Wait Yohji,' Aya said fully awake

now. Yohji stopped and pulled out allowing Aya to get up and face the

end of the bed while on all fours. Without missing a heartbeat, Yohji dived right in and continued his fucking of Aya thrusting a little faster this time around, his pelvis making loud smacking sounds as it came in contact with Aya's firm ass.

Aya was getting louder with each passing moment and was soon grabbing the footboard of the bed in order to steady himself. Yohji reached under Aya's body to grab his slick, slippery cock and started pumping in time with his own rhythm.

`Come for me Aya,' Yohji said his breath coming in short spurts, `come screaming my name..'

That was the synergist as Aya arched his back and cried out, `Yohji!!!' at the top of his voice and came hard, his semen pooling on the sheets beneath their bodies. Yohji thrust deeply one last time and then he to orgasmed.

Wrapping his arms around his now extremely spent lover he leaned backwards, pulling Aya right along with him back to their original position. Yohji rained butterfly kisses all across Aya's face, down his chin and on the back of his eyelids.

`I'm happy Aya,' Yohji said simply.

`I am too Yohji,' Aya replied, `now go to sleep.'

He meant those words really. Even so it couldn't quiet the pessimistic voice nagging at the back of his head from speaking the words that cut through him like shards of ice.

`For how long…'

He hated that voice, he hated the indecision. Most of all, he hated himself for thinking those thoughts at all.