Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Songs About Sex ❯ Track Three: More, More, More ( Chapter 3 )

Ten Songs About Sex
Track Three: More, More, More



Yes! Yohji nearly jumped the waitress. He couldn’t help it; she was carrying booze.

Delivering a round of melon sodas to the chibi and his noisy gal pal, currently leaned over the song book, the waitress smiled to reveal a row of metal braces; Ken took his beer off her tray along with some frozen concoction with a giant strawberry presumably for Traci. Yohji blinked as Minako received what looked like a shot of hard liquor but lost interest instantaneously at the immediate prospect of accepting his own and Aya’s drinks.

He had planned it well in advance. No frills, no garnishes, no complex layers of color: rum and coke. Simple.

Still, Aya was staring at the soda glass warily; he missed Yohji’s ordering in his overly intense study of their destination. Having finally taken off his coat to prevent the blonde from tearing it off, he garnered another sweep of green eyes; it may not have been latex, but dark, form fitting, low cut jeans did him justice, made, apparently, more appropriate by the fitted, button down shirt. Yohji had been reluctant to agree, but he had already been treading on thin, cracking ice, and the royal blue silk did suit the swordsman. Maybe he could get Aya to give up more than one button at the collar. Alcohol should do it.

“Well?” Yohji prompted, motioning to the glass.

“What’s in it?”

“Suspicious! Just drink it.”

He didn’t think Aya would do it, but when Kyoko took the stage to do her hesitating rendition of “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,” the redhead seemed much more motivated.

~*~

He accepted the second glass but sipped at it cautiously. Despite what the others seemed to think, Aya was not a stranger to alcohol, or, shock at it seemed to be, even having fun. In the case of the latter, it has just been a while. Even he had to admit, reluctantly, that having Takatori dead and Aya-chan awake and flourishing did release him to reclaim a stunted portion of his life. However, he had purposefully amputated this part of himself in the years before in order to be efficient; he had stubbornly ignored the phantom itch of inclination, pushed it down for so long that it was difficult, painfully awkward to use it again. And their surprise didn’t help either. They gasped and whispered like schoolgirls every time he smiled.

As for the alcohol, he had more recent experience there. However, when Aya drank it was in one of two ways: he had very little with complete strangers or very much alone. He knew his own tendency to lose count after four shots of whiskey as well as the more, well, annoying habits he demonstrated when intoxicated. It wasn’t becoming, and it wasn’t professional.

~*~

Omi and Kyoko had efficiently booted Ken off the small stage and were performing a duet about unrequited love, though the bright smiles on their faces made it seem completely unconvincing.

Yohji ordered another round for the two of them, discreetly asking the waitress to make it a double. As she left, he tipped up his glass and emptied it. That was his third, but the quiet man beside him was only halfway through his second. Hell, Minako had taken down twice that much. The redhead took another small sip, setting the glass on the table in front of them and running a finger idly around the rim.

“Aya, don’t play with it, drink it.”

There was some initial surprise at his attention, a little aggravation at his comment. Yohji, however, kept his gaze in place and was pleased to see Aya finish the rum and coke. In a matter of minutes another was placed before him. He pushed it away a little.

“Drink,” Yohji said, lifting his new glass in example.

Aya glared, clearly informing the blonde that he did not have to if he decided not to.

“Come on,” he prodded, his voice audible to Aya but lost to the rest of the room under the rising beat of the music and accompanying voices. Yohji liked it; it gave him an excuse to slide a bit closer, to talk into Aya’s ear and lay a hand, just briefly, on the other’s knee. “We’re having a good time, right?”

Then Aya’s voice was in his own ear, and he took a deep breath while the other leaned close, breathing in the smell of Aya’s spicy cologne. He missed exactly what the redhead told him, but it was something along the lines of not consuming the alcohol.

“Why not?”

“I’ll bother you if I’m drunk.”

“You bother me most of the time. Drink up!”

Determined not to be frightened by the glare leveled at him, Yohji tried to soften the comment with a smile.

“C’mon, Aya. I got your back, right? I’ll take care of you. Hell, I carry you home if I have to.”

~tbc~

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