Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Romeo's Distress ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Warnings: Well there's going to be sex, and lots of bad language. Don't read it if any of this offends you.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Weiss Boys, I'm just borrowing them to make them play with each other. Don't sue me...all you'll get is a mean ass cat, a stack of CD's from bands you have never heard of and a few random bottles of neon red hair dye.


This fic is for Vi and Betsy[2]. Thanks for proof reading!


Those damn dreams again. Every single night; dreaming about the same thing. Yohji wasn't sure how much more he could take of this. He was straight damnit. He didn't like boys. He didn't like boys in his dreams and he definitely didn't like dreaming about a certain red head with violet eyes doing those things to him. Raking his fingernails down his chest, letting his callused fingers pinch at sensitive areas. A warm mouth taking him in and sucking him deep.

"Shit" Yohji sat up in his bed. This was getting to be too much. All this fantasying about Aya was starting to distract him. It was even starting to intrude on his pursuit of a few very lovely females that he had met the night before.

Yohji rolled over and fumbled on the nightstand for his cigarettes. Sucking the pungent smoke in he leaned over and peered out his window.

This just wasn't fair. One of those girls last night was more than ready to go home with him but when she started to kiss him all he could think about was that in his dreams this felt so much better.

He had to drink himself into oblivion to get that idea out of his head. He smirked a little bit. That definitely explained the pounding headache he had. And that would also explain why he ended up alone in his bed. Drinking that heavily had an adverse effect on certain parts of his anatomy.

Another sigh worked its way out of his throat "I don't think I could have gotten it up last night if I tried"

"What was that Yohji?"

Yohji jumped at hearing the voice.

"um..err..nothing." He stammered. "Did I just say that out loud?"

"Yes you did." Ken replied as he poked his head into the doorway. "What is the great ladies man having problems pleasing the females?"

Yohji turned an unbecoming shade of red at hearing that. "Uh no. not..um..really. Just had too much to drink last night."

"Ahh." Replied Ken. "Then that would explain you rattling around and falling up the stairs last night."

Hearing that Yohji blushed even harder. He turned to give Ken a death glare. "Ken I've got a hang over, I'm over tired and I'm not in the mood to hear what kind of idiot I've made out of myself."

Ken just stood there with a smirk on his face.

"Will you just leave please!" Yohji growled that last bit. What in the hell was the boy grinning like that for. He looked like the cat the old lady had after the woman had scratched it into a fit of kitty orgasm.

"Nope"

"Why the hell not! Shit!" In trying to figure out what Ken wanted he had forgotten about his cigarette. It had burned all the way down the filter and was now in the process of burning his fingers.

"They need you down in the shop Yohji. I've got a soccer practice to coach at."

He sighed mentally. He should have remembered that. Ken always had soccer practice for his little demons on Monday afternoons. He would of remembered it too if it wasn't for the fact that those dreams were starting to fuck with his sleep schedule and send him into sleep depravation and the fact that he was completely hung over. Hell it felt like Omi was shooting off some of his projectiles inside his head.

"Alright KenKen." Yohji kept his grin at the sight of Ken grimacing at his nickname hidden. "Just give me ten minutes to finish waking up and hop in a shower. I'll be down to help then."

Ken muttered something under his breath and went back downstairs. Probably to warn the others that Yohji was -not- in a good mood.

Yohji gave another sigh at the sight of Ken's retreating back. This day was not going very well. He stood up and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
Shower. Showers were good things. Of course he had been taking a lot of them lately. Cold showers. Not that it ever helped. Yohji wondered who ever came up with the asinine notion that a cold shower ever helped to ease sexual frustration. All a cold shower ever did for him was make him cold and get his hair all knotted up.

He was doing it again. Standing around and daydreaming when he should be getting up and getting in the aforementioned shower. Yohji yawned and began to strip. He had passed out the night before he could change out of his 'look at my tight ass' pants. While those pants might be good at getting sexy little things to follow him wherever he went, they were a definite bitch to get out of while hung over. Freeing himself from the stupid things he climbed up into the shower and turned the water up as hot as he could stand it.

'Gads that feels good'. The hot water was beating down on him, loosening up all the knotted muscles in his back and his neck.

He stepped back into the stream of water to begin the task of washing his hair.
Dragging his fingers through his hair he was reminded of one of his dreams.

Oh yes that sweet one where Aya was in the shower with him and he was on his knees before him and Aya's long fingers were tangled in his hair pulling gently.

No! He was not going to think about this. Kudo Yohji was a -straight- male. Females are good, men are bad. Wanting to fuck the hell out of Aya was not part of who he was.

Shit! the water had run cold while he was standing there thinking. Cold water may do nothing for sexual frustration, but it certainly convinced his most sensitive parts to try to crawl back into his body.

Time to get out of the shower and show his face in the shop.

***

"Look there's Yohji-kun!"

"Oh he's so cute, I wonder if the rest of them are in there"

"Omi-kun looks so cute today!"

Dealing with screaming fan girls before he had had his first cup of coffee and only one cigarette while hung over was not Yohji's idea of a good time. Now pulling Aya into the back room and running his hands down his...
No! Thoughts like that were not going to happen today. He was going to think nice happy thoughts...happy thoughts. Think about that cute little thing that you had a date with last week Kudo. Think about how happy she was to get taken back to your room. She had a sweet little smile, and an even sweeter ass. Of course Aya had a nicer one. And when he stretched up like he was doing now so his sweater pulled up and you could see the sharp jutting of his hipbones and the supple line that ran between said bones and groin... He wanted to take a paintbrush dipped in ink and run it over that line, defining it even more...

"Yohji-kun!" Omi's sweet voice broke through his mental drooling. Unfortunately he couldn't tell if he was pleased or upset by it.

"Huh? Nani?"

"Daijoubu desu ka?[3]"

"Ah. Daijoubu[4]"

"You've been staring off into space for ten minutes now Yohji-kun, and we've got customers." A slight frown marred his features. Well no wonder. It was a Monday afternoon and the shop was filled to capacity with rabid drooling fan girls[5].

"Gomen nasi Omi. I'll behave." Yohji turned on his best little lost puppy dog look. That look had never failed him before, and of course Omi fell for it.

"It's okay Yohji. Rough night last night?" Big shojo eyes turned up at him.

Yohji gave another mental smirk "a rougher night than you would ever imagine sweetheart. I just spent my whole night drunk off my ass, day dreaming about tall, red and fuckable over there"

Couldn't let Omi know that though. He was Kudo Yohji seducer of women!

"You know how it is Omi." He threw a fake smile on his face as he lied through his teeth. "Go out and find a girl to be lucky enough to spend the night with me."

The blush that crept over Omi's face at hearing that was almost worth the lie.


***

Later, after all the little girls were safely home and in bed and the shop was closed Yohji found himself alone in his room. The temptation was there to go out and get smashed again tonight, but he couldn't find the energy to get up and do so. He spent almost all of his energy today trying to keep his mind on business and not on Aya. "No don't think about him and how you would love to grab those ear bobs and drag him towards your face...."

This was bad. This was very -very- bad. He couldn't even bring himself to start fantasizing about females. Every time he tried their faces were replaced with his.

Only one solution for this right now, and it wasn't storming into Aya's room and fucking him into his mattress.

It was a simple solution and one that had served him well for the last week or so. Drink himself into oblivion. There was an unopened bottle of bourbon stashed under his bed calling to him.

He climbed half off his bed and peered under it. There it was. One bottle of bourbon and a carton of cigarettes. Snatching them both he climbed back onto his bed and settled himself in for a long night of drinking.

Two hours later half the bottle and a pack of cigarettes were gone and most of his demons were quiet.

Most but not all. The worst of the demons were plotting to drive him insane. The main number one, numero uno, demon that was bothering him was how he was starting to accept the fact that he wanted to fuck Aya's brains out. There was no mental repulsion now when he thought of it. It was almost as if his hormones and cock had decided to revolt against him and take over whatever rational part of his brain that was left. And aforementioned hormones and cock were contributing to making lying on his stomach very uncomfortable.

Now that was odd. Usually when he had drunk this much the dangling bits of his body were more than happy to just stay contented and limp. To make matters worse the images of the things he wanted to do to the boy lying in the room next to him were circling through his head.

You'd just love to run your tongue down the planes of his stomach wouldn't you. Feel the way his muscles would tighten as you did it. Lick a trail up to those sugary nipples....

An audible sigh of defeat echoed through the room as he rolled over on to his back. Thoughts of Aya spinning through his mind as he reached down to grasp his pounding cock. The hand began to tug slowly as the fantasy of what he would do to Aya grew.

Oh yes, he would run his tongue down his chest and listen to the faint whispers of moans that Aya would let out. Nip at his side then run his tongue down to find that line between pelvis and hip that he was so entranced by earlier. Aya would sigh his name and gasp.

The pulling and jerking at his cock began to increase as he pictured himself leaning up to kiss Aya. Grab those damn bits of hair that hung in his face and grind his mouth onto his.
Yohji imagined just how he would taste. Sweet and warm, like melted chocolate. He pictured himself running his hands down to grasp Aya's heat and milking it upwards. Much like he was doing to his own, but better because it was Aya, and Aya would be straining up against him and pleading for more.

The feeling pooling in his stomach and thundering towards his groin was reaching a peak. Almost instantaneously as Yohji reached completion the dream Aya did as well. Yohji pulled his hands up to his mouth and licked away the seed that had spattered it, still imagining that it was Aya.

The pillows under his head and the blankets seemed to curl around Yohji cradling him just like the dream Aya did. Sleep took hold of him beckoning to him with dreams of a place where he didn't have to kill any more and there was a smiling Aya waiting for him.

His last thoughts before sleep tightened her grasp on him were that he was going to have to have a long talk with a certain red head in the morning.[6]






1 I promised myself that I wouldn't write another untitled fic... So I decided to name the fic after what ever I was listening to at the time. The title is from Christian Death's song Romeo's distress, which has the best ending line "Pull down the sheets/ take off your clothes/ get out of bed/ I'm so tired." It's off the album "Only Theater of Pain"
which has the line "The sanctified ass of the boy next door." Some day I'm gonna work that into a fic!
2 Vi, the masturbation scene is for you!
3 Are you alright?
4 Yes I'm alright.
5 My own little name for myself on my message board. It fits me ne?

6 yeah, sappy shit. I wanted it to have a nice angsty ending, but it didn't turn out that way