Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 14
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By: Joybug 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 928 | Visits: 248 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 928 | Visits: 248 | Status: Work In Progress
14
Yohji shook his head at Aya. It didn’t matter what he did, Aya was following him around. He’d tried to get the redhead to rest over and over, but Aya refused, opting to stalk him through the house. Not that Yohji really minded, he would just rather Aya not pull his stitches.
“Something on your mind, baby?” Yohji finally turned to face him. Aya nearly bumped right into him.
Yohji moved in, wrapping his arms around Aya’s waist and just holding him. Aya relaxed in his arms, slipping his arms around his neck and leaning into him.
Aya shook his head. No thoughts, really? No questions? Yohji didn’t believe it for a second.
“Aya,” Yohji pressed. The redhead looked up at him with his best innocent face.
“I thought you were too honourable to lie,” Yohji teased.
“I never said I don’t lie,” Aya grinned at him. Yohji leaned in and kissed him. He slid his hands into Aya’s hair, but didn’t pull, just held him there. Aya, on the other hand, had different ideas and grabbed a fistful of Yohji’s hair and yanked hard enough to pull Yohji’s head back. Aya seemed to be getting the hang of the good hurt.
“Am I doing this right?” Aya asked. Yohji had to laugh at that.
“You were until you killed the mood by asking,”
“Hey! The kitchen is for cooking! Go back to your rooms if you’re going to do that!” Omi shouted, banging his frying pan on the stove in warning.
“Sorry, Chibi,” Yohji laughed, kissing Aya one more time before drawing away from him.
“Its about time you two idiots confessed to each other! I swear, I was ready to kill the both of you for being so stupid,” Omi teased, grinning like a fool.
“You just keep that frying pan to yourself, little man. Aya likes what I do to him, don’t you, Aya?” Aya blushed bright red, but didn’t say a word. It was alright, because the way Aya leaned into him was enough of an answer.
“Its consensual, I’m not taking advantage of him at all.” Aya nodded in agreement, daring a glance up at him.
“Good. Make sure it stays that way. So, how does it feel to know your feelings are returned? Isn’t it nice?” Omi was watching them with a bright grin.
“Hell yeah, its nice,” Yohji grinned, Aya just nodded, still blushing.
“Well, have you celebrated yet? I mean I think its cause for a celebration.”
“Oh, we celebrated alright,” Yohji grinned as Omi blushed even more red than Aya.
“Not like that, you perv! I mean we should go out for dinner, have some wine or something!” Omi was glowing like he was their mother and had found out they were getting married or something. Little freak. Yohji thought with a snicker.
“What do you say, Aya? Want to go for dinner? It could be so much fun! We haven’t been out for dinner together in ages! And Ken and I should celebrate, too! Its way overdue!” Omi was practically jumping up and down.
“You’re too young to drink!” Aya snapped. Omi pouted at him, but then grinned again.
“Whatever, but we’re going to dinner! I’m going to let Ken know! We’ll go somewhere fancy. So you guys have to get dressed up nice. That means you, Yohji! If I see your belly I’m going to smack you.”
“Come on, Aya, let’s go get dressed,” Yohji trailed a finger down Aya’s bare chest. It was a shame to cover it up in dress clothes, when all Yohji wanted to do was kiss his way down those muscles and…
Aya was dragging him by the hand toward the stairs. Yohji felt his heart warm. Aya was holding his hand! It didn’t matter if it was to drag him, what mattered was that his hand was in Aya’s, their fingers linked together.
“Don’t get all weird,” Aya said as he pulled his hand away and stepped into his bedroom, standing in the doorway to keep Yohji out. Okay, so no pre-celebration make-out session.
“Can I help you get dressed?” Yohji really wanted to choose what Aya should wear. He’d pick something so sexy that people would envy him for having the redhead in his arms. Then again, people would envy him anyway, and Aya probably wouldn’t be in his arms in public.
“Yohji, I’m not a doll, and I sure as hell am not going to let you pick something that will make people stare at me. I’m wearing a dress shirt and black dress pants, and you’re going to do the same.” And then Aya closed the door in his face.
Yohji supposed he’d better just do what he was told and make Aya happy. So he went into his room and pulled out a white dress shirt with blue stripes and a pair of blue dress pants. He didn’t want to wear black today, but he would behave and dress for the occasion.
Yohji shook his head at Aya. It didn’t matter what he did, Aya was following him around. He’d tried to get the redhead to rest over and over, but Aya refused, opting to stalk him through the house. Not that Yohji really minded, he would just rather Aya not pull his stitches.
“Something on your mind, baby?” Yohji finally turned to face him. Aya nearly bumped right into him.
Yohji moved in, wrapping his arms around Aya’s waist and just holding him. Aya relaxed in his arms, slipping his arms around his neck and leaning into him.
Aya shook his head. No thoughts, really? No questions? Yohji didn’t believe it for a second.
“Aya,” Yohji pressed. The redhead looked up at him with his best innocent face.
“I thought you were too honourable to lie,” Yohji teased.
“I never said I don’t lie,” Aya grinned at him. Yohji leaned in and kissed him. He slid his hands into Aya’s hair, but didn’t pull, just held him there. Aya, on the other hand, had different ideas and grabbed a fistful of Yohji’s hair and yanked hard enough to pull Yohji’s head back. Aya seemed to be getting the hang of the good hurt.
“Am I doing this right?” Aya asked. Yohji had to laugh at that.
“You were until you killed the mood by asking,”
“Hey! The kitchen is for cooking! Go back to your rooms if you’re going to do that!” Omi shouted, banging his frying pan on the stove in warning.
“Sorry, Chibi,” Yohji laughed, kissing Aya one more time before drawing away from him.
“Its about time you two idiots confessed to each other! I swear, I was ready to kill the both of you for being so stupid,” Omi teased, grinning like a fool.
“You just keep that frying pan to yourself, little man. Aya likes what I do to him, don’t you, Aya?” Aya blushed bright red, but didn’t say a word. It was alright, because the way Aya leaned into him was enough of an answer.
“Its consensual, I’m not taking advantage of him at all.” Aya nodded in agreement, daring a glance up at him.
“Good. Make sure it stays that way. So, how does it feel to know your feelings are returned? Isn’t it nice?” Omi was watching them with a bright grin.
“Hell yeah, its nice,” Yohji grinned, Aya just nodded, still blushing.
“Well, have you celebrated yet? I mean I think its cause for a celebration.”
“Oh, we celebrated alright,” Yohji grinned as Omi blushed even more red than Aya.
“Not like that, you perv! I mean we should go out for dinner, have some wine or something!” Omi was glowing like he was their mother and had found out they were getting married or something. Little freak. Yohji thought with a snicker.
“What do you say, Aya? Want to go for dinner? It could be so much fun! We haven’t been out for dinner together in ages! And Ken and I should celebrate, too! Its way overdue!” Omi was practically jumping up and down.
“You’re too young to drink!” Aya snapped. Omi pouted at him, but then grinned again.
“Whatever, but we’re going to dinner! I’m going to let Ken know! We’ll go somewhere fancy. So you guys have to get dressed up nice. That means you, Yohji! If I see your belly I’m going to smack you.”
“Come on, Aya, let’s go get dressed,” Yohji trailed a finger down Aya’s bare chest. It was a shame to cover it up in dress clothes, when all Yohji wanted to do was kiss his way down those muscles and…
Aya was dragging him by the hand toward the stairs. Yohji felt his heart warm. Aya was holding his hand! It didn’t matter if it was to drag him, what mattered was that his hand was in Aya’s, their fingers linked together.
“Don’t get all weird,” Aya said as he pulled his hand away and stepped into his bedroom, standing in the doorway to keep Yohji out. Okay, so no pre-celebration make-out session.
“Can I help you get dressed?” Yohji really wanted to choose what Aya should wear. He’d pick something so sexy that people would envy him for having the redhead in his arms. Then again, people would envy him anyway, and Aya probably wouldn’t be in his arms in public.
“Yohji, I’m not a doll, and I sure as hell am not going to let you pick something that will make people stare at me. I’m wearing a dress shirt and black dress pants, and you’re going to do the same.” And then Aya closed the door in his face.
Yohji supposed he’d better just do what he was told and make Aya happy. So he went into his room and pulled out a white dress shirt with blue stripes and a pair of blue dress pants. He didn’t want to wear black today, but he would behave and dress for the occasion.