Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Tequila Slammers ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss. Wish I did though.

Warnings: Yaoi [It's me!!], Language, Alcohol, Shota-ish, Unusual pairing... ^__^

Summary: A little drunk and disoriented, Nagi runs into a well known social figure...

Notes: Don't ask. Just don't ask... A week of writer's block combined with a download spree on Audiogalaxy isn't wise. Eh heh... Most of the inspiration goes to Groovy Blue. I love that song. And I can't forget the DDR 2nd Mix Nonstop Megamix. Hour long music. Du~de... I'm also in love with the Velvet Underground remix... Gotta love the bass. So techno. *__*

Dedicated to the wonderful Suki-chan!!! I know she'll be a little weirded out by the pairing, but that's the point!! Thanks for being such a great RP partner Su-chan!!

Tequila Slammers

by DragonSoul

Alcohol and Naoe Nagi did not mix.

For the twentieth time that night, the diminutive teen reconsidered the wiseness of 'borrowing' one of the fake ID's Crawford kept around incase of missions and going to one of Schuldich's favorite clubs. Not only was he out of his league, surrounded by people years older than him, he was more than slightly drunk from the drinks assorted people had bought him and the heat combined with the pounding music was giving him a headache. The many colognes and perfumes were working against him as well, and several times he had just barely caught himself from tumbling off his stool.

He considered catching a cab home, but it was only eleven o'clock. If he went home now, he'd never hear the end of it from Schuldich. And if he didn't humor the German and give him the details, Crawford would 'find out'. So it was either stay, or get bitched at. Not much of a choice. Nagi sighed and tugged at the hem of the blood red velour shorts he was wearing. A wry smile twisted his lips, eyes half closing in contemplation. At least he fit in with the crowd here. Dressed to kill in incredibly tight red shorts, a matching t-shirt which exposed more than half his torso and a sleeveless gray jacket that fell to his knees, he had received several propositions already.

Another glass was set in front of him, the bartender moving away too fast for Nagi to inquire who had purchased it for him. The brunette sighed and downed the drink, holding the chilled glass to his flushed face. It calmed his nerves slightly as it cooled his skin, headache receding partially. Midnight eyes scanned the crowd as Nagi turned, searching out the person who had bought the drink.

"Looking for me?" A lazy baritone purred in his ear, the owner of the voice pressing his way between Nagi and the stool next to him. He caught the bartender's attention easily, calling out his drink order before slipping onto the vacant stool.

Nagi's eyes traveled over the new comer, taking in the details. Tight black jeans encasing long legs rode low in slim hips, a skin tight black shirt coating the man's upper body and clinging to every line. Dark blonde hair tied back messily, green tinted sun glasses pushing blond bangs away from an aesthetic face, a few strands escaping and tumbling over amused verdant eyes. The telekinetic's own eyes widened and he recoiled, nearly falling. "B-Balinese! W-What are you doing here!?"

A lazy smirk curved the man's lips as he turned his full attention on Nagi. "In the flesh. And unlike you, I'm allowed to be here. Can't exactly say the same for you now, can we, ne Prodigy?" Two shots of tequila were set in front of the older assassin before one was placed in front of the confused teen at blonde's gesture. Nagi picked up the small glass and downed the shot, throat burning as the fiery alcohol coursed down his throat. Coughing, he dropped the shot glass back onto the bar, turning to face the other man.

"W-What is that stuff!?"

Yoji smirked, ordering a full bottle of tequila and refilling Nagi's glass."Simple tequila, Prodigy. Or can I call you Nagi? I'm not here to kill you after all."

The teen watched the older man warily, taking the shot with more caution this time. "I'd rather if you didn't. Call me Mayfly."

Rich laughter spilled from Yoji's lips at Nagi's expression, mingling with the pounding music of the club. "Mayfly then. Feel free to call me Balinese. It's what everyone here does."

"Hai, Balinese-san." A faint smile traced Nagi's lips as he accepted the offer.

Yoji groaned, reaching up to adjust his glasses. "Mayfly, please... Drop the san would you? I'm only seven or eight years older than you. Save it for your leader." Nagi chuckled, refilling his shot glass and downing it. The alcohol had given him a pleasant buzz, though he knew he'd be paying for it in the morning. Yoji did the same before tugging Nagi off his stool. "Let's dance."

The dance floor was a mass of bodies, music flowing around, amongst and through them. Yoji spun once they reached the center of the tangle, pulling Nagi tight against him. A thigh pressed his legs apart, rubbing against his groin and sending jolts of pleasure racing through him. Slim fingers tangled in blonde hair, tugging the other even closer. They danced like that for the duration of the song, pressed so tightly that it was near impossible to tell them apart.

The music changed, rhythm coming faster, bass throbbing through the mass of bodies. Nagi broke away from his older counterpart, arms rising above his head as he began to dance, fingers tangling in his own hair. The short t-shirt rode up on his body, exposing more silky skin, even as his eyes opened, hazy from alcohol and heat, teasing the older assassin. Yoji growled, reaching out for the teen, but Nagi evaded his grasp, eyes sliding shut once more and surrendering himself to the music. Shaking his head, the blonde did the same, swaying towards the teen, beat rocking through him. Callused fingers twined with smooth ones above Nagi's head, plastering him against Yoji. One hand was released, the now limp arm falling to Yoji's shoulder. The white assassin smiled ferally, free hand sliding between their bodies and stroking the teen through the smooth velour shorts.

Nagi gasped, eyes flying open as desire flooded his veins. The harrigane wielder took advantage of that and claimed the teen's lips, tongue sweeping past them to coax Nagi's own into responding. Mouths fused, exploring as hands did the same. Elegant digits slid past the barrier of blood red fabric, cupping the heated flesh inside. Moans were swallowed by greedy lips as the music continued to soar, bass line vibrating through them.

Hizamazuite inori o

Kakan nai mono mamoritai

Mune ni juuji o kizamu

Kono tomerarenai nani ka o

Osaerareru tamashii o

Tada shinjitai itsu made mo...

The two assassins broke apart as the last lines of the song rumbled through the club, breathing heavily. In silence they made their way back to the bar, neither wanting to be the first to admit something had happened out on the dance floor. Tequila was poured into twin shot glasses and downed quickly before the elder spoke. "Want to go somewhere else? No attachments unless you want them, Mayfly."

The teen poured more alcohol into his glass and downed the shot, midnight eyes appraising the man in front of him. Slim shoulders rose noncommittally, an uncharacteristic smile curving his lips. "Why not? Its not as if I have anywhere else to be, Balinese." Lust had clouded the normally clear blue eyes, the predatory look a match for the one leveled on him.

Yoji smirked, plucking the shot glass from Nagi's fingers as he kissed the muddled teen. "Whatever you say..." The teen slid off his stool, following the blonde towards a door at the back of the club, music pounding through him, raising his desires higher. An anticipatory smile graced his lips as he stepped through the door, whispering to himself.

"I wonder if Schu knows how to dance like that..."

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*Grins.* Aren't I naughty?? I absolutely adore this pairing now!!! I blame it all on my new mp3s. Go download Velvet Underground everyone!!!

If anyone can tell me what Weiss song the lyrics at the end are from, you win a fic. Any pairing you want. Really!!