Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Pepsi ❯ One-Shot

N thinkDisclaimer: I do not own the Weiss boys. They belong to the uber sexy Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss.

Notes: This is a very yaoiful story. If you don't like the idea of two very hot biseinen getting it on, don't read this story! Yes, I am talking about male/male sex. Now be a good fishie and bugger off if you can't handle it.

This fic is for Ka-chan. I apparently don't know how much it costs to get through toll booths in Maryland. She asked for the Pepsi, and it ish here!

Ok, there is a joke that has started about Pepsi. A friend of ours, Me-chan, had a friend who dled a Taiwanese Pepsi commercial. It ended up being two guys having sex, so Pepsi now represents yaoi. Vanilla Coke represents yuri... That is all Me-chan and Ka-chan's fault there.

Anyway, on with the Yohji x Aya goodness!

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The Tokyo summer was finally in full swing. It was nice, the first week when it still had been moderately cool. Now, it was swelteringly hot, forcing most people to find a way to cool off. The inhabitants of the Koneko Ie Sume weren't so lucky.

Ken had flipped on the controls for the air conditioner and it just stopped working. He had even tried to fix it. As good as he was with motorcycles, the air conditioning system was too different. They had managed to call a repair man and he put them on a list, long enough to keep them without air conditioning for another week.

Fans and windows had been opened and even Aya started wearing clothes that were cooler than his usual black ensemble that covered every inch of his skin. Today was no exception to the heat though. Omi had pleaded with Ken to get him out of the `oven' as the boy now called the Koneko. Ken had agreed and was dragged off to a water park for the rest of the day by Omi and Aya-chan.

It was so peaceful, Aya mused as he sat in his room, the windows wide open and a small fan just pushing the warm air around the room. He had showered and pulled on a pair of light cotton pants and an open linen shirt. Book in hand, he had sat down to get some reading done while Yohji was preoccupied elsewhere.

The blonde had promised him that he would be left in peace for a few hours. It was unusual but Aya had asked for it and he received. The assassin's handsome face was no where in sight.

Aya sighed and lifted the book to read. Pages turned slowly, the words of the novel forming the barest outline of a picture in his head. He lifted the bottle in his other hand, the dark, fizzy liquid sloshing as he took a drink. Pepsi. Aya never made a point to taking a liking to the carbonated drink but Yohji had gotten him to try it and he liked it. It was a change from the tea and water he had always drank.

Yohji. The man kept crossing his mind. Violet eyes closed, his head tilting back to the cushions of the chair. He set his book on the arm on the chair, page marked by the thick arm. He thought of the blonde then, pulling a picture into his mind clearer than what a book could ever make him picture.

Green eyes sparkling, a hint of mischievousness flashing in the deep pools as he leaned forward to run his lips over Aya's chin and down his chest. Honey gold locks pulled back carelessly into a pony tail that was neater than normal, Yohji wanting to keep his prized mane off of his neck in the sweltering heat. The way those silky locks felt when Aya ran his hands through them as Yohji's mouth slid lower. Those talented fingers, caressing every inch of him, brushing gently over every scar, stroking him in languid, erotic motions, and entering him, bringing him to the peak of pleasure and blurring his senses. Yohji's mouth. That talented mouth that knew just when to nip and just when caress. Aya knew he tasted of Vanilla and that unique spice that was purely Yohji.

His free hand slid over his thigh, one knee hitched over an arm of the chair as sprawled there. The hand roamed higher, in circling motions as Aya thought about his lover. His other hand held the partially empty bottle of cooling liquid to his cheek.

The blonde man was intoxicating even in his mind. Aya loved the taste and feel of his lover, as their bodies moved over each other in an age old rhythm, Yohji buried deep inside of him as they came, shouting each other's names before falling into a heap of limbs, satisfied.

"Yohji..." he breathed, his hand roaming to the waistband of his cotton pants and beneath. It was only taking the memories of Yohji to make him hard, leaving him wanting to be joined with the blonde now. "Yohji."

"Aya..." A voice answered him, close to his ear.

The red head started, surprised. Violet eyes flew up as he jumped, some of the Pepsi spilling on to his bare chest. His other hand quickly fled from beneath the waistband of his pants. He had no idea the blonde had walked into the room. His eyes locked with sparkling green ones as a deep blush spread across his cheeks. The swordsman looked down, hiding his face and using the edge of his shirt to clean up the Pepsi slowly drifting down his chest.

Yohji's hand over his stilled the movement, the blonde moved in front of him and leaned over Aya. A pink tongue shifted over the pale man's stomach before he moved upwards, removing the dark liquid from his lover's chest. He placed a kiss on the center of the red head's stomach before he sat back. "I think it tastes better when it's Aya flavored." The comment earned him another blush, fainter than the first but still there.

Aya watched the blonde for a moment before shifting his gaze. He was embarrassed about what he had been about to do while he had been thinking of the blonde. It was horrible being caught. He felt like he was a teenager again and his parents had discovered a hentai manga in his room. Not that he ever had that experience. Yohji shifted and spoke something, causing Aya to jolt back into the land of the conscious. The Pepsi felt it needed to leak some more and a few small pools dripped off the outside of the bottle, onto pale flesh.

"For such an anal retentive neat freak, I don't know how you can do this twice." The blonde leaned forward again, his actions much slower. His tongue teased over the red head's abdomen then quickly lapped the Pepsi from his lover's chest. After clearing the liquid, he nipped his way up over pale flesh to worry at one of the red head's nipples. There, he ran his tongue over the peak before his teeth repeatedly grazed the sensitive skin.

A growl was ready to be voiced at the blonde's comment but it never made it out as the red head gasped in pleasure. He let the bottle be taken from him and set on the floor. A pale hand slid to the back of Yohji's head, fingers curling into the soft strands.

Yohji settled against the edge of the chair, Aya's legs on either side of him. He continued his assault in the red head's chest before nipping his way over his collarbone and settling to mark his lover's neck. The swordsman was trying to pull him up for a kiss but he remained tasting the red head's neck, wringing a soft mewl from the normally stoic swordsman.

Pale digits tightened in the blonde locks, tugging lightly at the hair that tucked into a pony tail at the base of Yohji's neck. He wanted to taste Yohji but the blonde only ignored him and went about running his lips all over Aya's collarbone. "Yohji, kiss me."

The blonde smirked up at him and shifted closer to the chair. He leaned up as if he were going to kiss Aya, hesitating a breath away from actually kissing him. His face fell serious and passionate as he parted his lips, moving to close the gap.

Aya's full attention was on Yohji's lips until he felt a hand slide under the waistband of his cotton pants to grasp his erection. He gasped, his eyes falling closed as Yohji grinned at him.

"There are other things I would rather do to you, love." Yohji used his other hand to tug the cotton pants down, pulling them off the red head hips with Aya's help. He discarded the light fabric across the wooden floor. His hand moved slowly up the red head's shaft then back down, fingers applying a slight pressure to cause enough friction to make it pleasurable.

Yohji hadn't kissed him and didn't appear to even be thinking about it anymore as he languidly stroked the red head. Aya's eyes closed as a calloused hand moved over him. He bit his lower lip to keep from crying out as the blonde picked up his pace. "Yohji..." His words weren't any good as the blonde thumbed the head of Aya's arousal, giving the red head reason to clench his teeth. A deep sound fell from his throat that he couldn't stifle.

The blonde chuckled. "What is it love?" he asked. The sounds Aya was making were surging through him like little bolts of lightning but he kept himself under control. He wanted to remain collected so he could drive his lover wild. It was breathtaking, watching the ever in control Aya lose himself to the playboy's touch. "Well?" Yohji stopped his ministrations to wait for an answer.

A low growl came out of the red head's mouth as he opened his eyes. Violet eyes were dark with lust, passion, and somewhere, love. He tried to speak once, but his voice wasn't there. "Kiss me." The blonde had not let Aya taste him and Aya wasn't happy about that. He could careless about what Yohji was doing to his erection. Well, maybe not careless but he loved kissing the blonde. "Here." He slid his hand around to tangle in the front of Yohji's t-shirt and jerked the man up to him.

"Iie." He passed his tongue over the red head's ear but refused to grace him with a kiss. The blonde shifted and pulled Aya down into his lap. His gaze moved over the red head's expression. A slightly angry edge hinted on the pale face. Yohji let a hand drift back towards the red head's crotch.

Aya snatched the hand and quickly forced the blonde over backwards, pinning the first hand above the blonde's head. Yohji now lay against the cool floor boards, the red head crouched just above the top of his thighs. The swordsman slid his hands beneath the grey t-shirt his lover wore, letting his hands trail up to pull the garment off. He grasped one of Yohji's nipples between his fingers and rolled the sensitive flesh.

He let out a sound of appreciation and jade eyes settled on Aya's face. Yohji reached up with his free hand and slid the linen shirt off his lover, one shoulder at a time. He watched the red head discard the fabric off in the same direction as his own shirt. Suddenly, the weight of another body disappeared from him. "Aya?" he asked.

Without a word the red head moved to his nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling a small tube out. The lubricant had seen better days and Aya would soon need a new tube if things kept up the way they were. Knowing Yohji, the swordsman knew it would. He settled on the bed, unscrewing the cap and placing a generous amount of its contents on two fingers. The red head propped himself up against the pillows.

Yohji sat up and watched as Aya settled against the pillows. He could feel the anticipation building as he imagined what his lover was planning to due with the lube and his fingers. The blonde pushed himself to a stand. He tugged the last of his clothing down and discarded the jeans to the floor. Yohji settled on the edge of the bed, watching his lover's face as Aya moved to press the digits into himself.

Biting his lower lip, the red head closed his eyes and slid one finger past the tight ring of muscle. His other hand curled into the sheets beside him as he twisted the digit about. The second soon slipped in after the first. The red head bit back a moan at first then let his pleasure be vocalized. There wasn't any reason for him not to.

Sliding closer, the blonde settled between the red head's legs. He placed a hand on his lover's inner thigh and slid it upwards before letting it slid back down towards his knee. Lust filled green eyes settled on the hand that had settled between Aya's thighs. He watched it slide his digits in and out, stilling only when Aya managed to brush his prostrate.

"Yohji," Aya breathed. He opened violet eyes to peer at the blonde man. The blonde was about ready to pounce him, taking him by his own rules, though Aya seemed more in control this time than Yohji did. The red head brushed his prostate again and let his head fall back as he let out a low sound.

Yohji leaned forward to run his lips over the red head's collarbone. The hand that had been roaming along Aya's thigh moved to grasp the red head's erection. Before he could do that, Aya batted away his hand and pushed him over backwards.

The red head positioned himself above Yohji. Before he took the blonde inside of him, he moved his hand over the blonde's arousal, slowly applying lube. He knew this would drive Yohji mad, that the blonde wanted to be inside of him now, not waiting for anything. A slight grin spread over the red head's features.

Suddenly, his lover thrust down, taking the entirety of Yohji inside of himself in one swift motion. Yohji arched off the bed and opened his mouth, gasping at the sudden tight, encasing heat. He placed his hands on Aya's pale hips, panting as he turned passion glazed green eyes to the red head's face.

Pain was a sharp sensation as he almost took Yohji in too quickly but it soon disappeared into pleasure as his body anticipated what was to come. Violet eyes had squeezed shut as he thrust downwards but now they opened, turning to meet Yohji's heated gaze with one of his own. "Sit up," Aya ordered, moving his hands over the blonde's chest to his shoulders.

Yohji did as he was ordered, lifting his face to his lover once they settled into the position. He tried to lift the red head up, to get him to thrust down, but Aya tightened the grip he had around the blonde's waist refusing to budge.

Aya leaned forward, his lips almost touching the blonde's. He lifted himself up, off of Yohji's erection. His lips covered Yohji's as he thrust back downwards. The sound he made was lost in the blonde's mouth. They remained still for a few moments, their lips and tongues fighting for dominance as they were both lost in the act of kissing each other.

Too caught up in the act of kissing, he gasped when the red head impaled himself again, quicker this time. Yohji caught Aya's lips and engaged the younger man in a passionate embrace. He urged the swordsman to move in time to the movements of their kiss and he did so. As Aya's tongue slid over his, the red head pressed down.

Losing himself in the feel of the embrace, barely stifled cries fell from his lips to Yohji's mouth. The blonde didn't seem to care as his own low sounds soon joined those of the red head. They now had to share fleeting kisses, each of them moving with the rapidly going pace to reach their completion.

Using one hand, he angled Aya so that every time the red head came down he brushed his prostrate. Yohji marveled at the sight of the once totally in control man becoming a being of lust and need. He moved a hand between them and grasped the red head's neglected shaft and began pumping it in time to their movement.

"Yohji!" Aya hissed at the sensations passing through him. He could feel everything building, the tension in the air clinging to them as they moved towards their climax. Finally, he came with a shout, his insides clenching violently around Yohji as he came. His seed spilled out, over the blonde's hand as a wave of total bliss passed through his body.

The blonde gave a few quick thrusts into his lover, the climax of the smaller man nearly causing him to come as well. Yohji turned his face into the juncture of his lover's neck and shoulders as he came, spilling everything into the smaller man as brilliant colors flashed behind his eyes. Gods, being with Aya was the most mind blowing experience he ever had.

He leaned forward, capturing the blonde's lips with his own as Yohji lowered them both back to the bed. His lover tasted so good, so right. Both of their bodies were relaxed into a boneless pile as they lay there to catch their breath. "Aishiteru, Yohji," he barely whispered.

"Aishiteru..." Yohji breathed into the red head's ear. He moved his hands over slick skin. The heat was not a good time for physical exertion but with someone like Aya, one made sure that he couldn't give a damn about the heat.

Aya pushed himself off of Yohji's chest and slowly let the blonde slide out of him. He moved over to the side of the bed and grabbed the towel he had used to dry his hair earlier. The swordsman wiped himself clean then crawled on to the bed to clean the blonde up as well. He made his motions slow and deliberate, letting his finger tips trail over his lover's already sensitive skin.

"Aya?" He watched the movements the red head was making then saw the red head twist, settling to let their lower bodies rub together to create a delicious amount of friction. Yohji smiled at the red head and took the towel from him, tossing it just off the end of the bed. He rolled Aya to pin him on the bed. He ground his lower bodies together, already partially aroused again.

He gasped. Sometimes, he knew that if they shared a look too long one of them would end up having to sneak off to take care of them self. It was funny to see Aya-chan shake her head at him when he followed Yohji out, not trying to seem obvious. Aya found his mouth covered, a tongue pressing against his lips asking for access that he immediately granted.

Yohji explored Aya's mouth, knowing every curve but still moving about like it was the first time they kissed like this. He began to rock slowly against the red head, both of their arousals growing harder at each moment. It was heaven just being able to touch the rare beauty.

Wrapping his legs around the blonde's waist, he spread himself for the blonde again. Yohji eagerly took the invitation and was pushing slowly inside him as Aya clung to him. They began a rhythm quickly falling into a frantic pace that had Aya gasping and moaning within moments. Yohji's quieter sounds became louder and deeper as they moved.

It didn't take long for them both to come again. Aya's clenching heat sending Yohji over the edge again. He held the red head against him again, silently saying again what he had said earlier.

Aya felt Yohji slip out of him again as he panted. They both needed a shower, the heat leaving the air thick and their bodies sticky from substance other than their seed. He lay there for a moment, his breathing slowing as he studied the blonde next to him. Then, he shifted to slide to the edge of the bed and up.

"Where are you going, love?" Yohji rolled to his side, looking like a big, satisfied cat.

A small smile crept onto his features. "Shower." He walked to the door before turning back to invite the blonde. "Coming?"

Eagerly, he hopped up, wrapping his arms around the swordsman's waist as they made it to the bathroom. The possibilities of what things they could do in the shower besides scrub each other's back raced through his mind.

The red head turned the tap on to a satisfactory temperature before stepping in, pulling the blonde with him. He was glad the Koneko wouldn't be open tomorrow. As Yohji wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into a passionate kiss, Aya silently mused that he probably wouldn't be walking too well after all of this.

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Another bet fic! Two times smuttier! I couldn't resist the minor lemon there the second time.

Now, I'm back to working my little heart out on Voids (everyone might spork me too death for the next chapter) and This Moment. Enjoy the little one-shot yumminess.

Reviews are good for the muses and the fangirl appetite!

~Trinity `Mary and a Kitten' Bennett