Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ That Kind of Fun ❯ Kitty in my Lift ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
As Aerosmith said: Love in an elevator, liven' up while I'm goin' down...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.27.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
As Aerosmith said: Love in an elevator, liven' up while I'm goin' down...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.27.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: These bishounen are not mine, if they were Aya would be led around on a leash by a naked Yohji...and that just wouldn't do.
That Kind Of Fun
Chapter 6: Kitty in my Lift
"Yohji, get a move on. You're going to be late setting up for that business banquet. Oh, and take Aya with you."
Sure, the words seemed harmless. Take Aya with you. Maybe he would help carry the heavy pots. Maybe he would make the arrangements more to the chairman's liking. Maybe he would drive Yohji crazy.
Bingo.
After maneuvering the two carts on and off the elevator, they spoke quickly to the man controlling the function. The entire proceeding was being put together quite hectically and it was made clear that the flower dealers were on there own to make the place look presentable.
The first hour had gone well, Aya being quite occupied with several arrangements of roses that refused to stay in place as they should. Having completed his task though, he took to the notion of "helping" Yohji. He moved a vase, brushing the blonde's hand. He walked across the room to fetch a pair of clippers, groping a bit as they passed. He handed the clippers to Yohji, pressing close and making a not so subtle suggestion.
Yohji pushed him away. Not that he didn't fancy a round of sex right there on the plush carpet of the Holiday Inn Executive Center York Room, but the chairman wouldn't appreciate it and Omi would kill them if they lost this job and Aya knew it.
Aya wasn't one to give up easily.
Positioning himself directly in the older man's line of sight, but facing away, he leaned over to grasp the edge of a large pot. So there he was, bent at the waist, legs spread, skin tight jeans leaving nothing to the imagination...Yohji dropped the clippers on his foot.
"Damnit!"
The explicative was lost to the general noise of the large room, but Aya heard it. Straitening himself with a little smirk on his face, he returned the pot to its intended position near the wall before walking over to his coworker.
"See something you like?" he questioned, wiping his hands over the front of his green apron and causing Yohji's mind to rush to the night before when those hands had been on Aya's pink nipples, even hidden under the horrific orange sweater they were clear in Yohji's head. Suddenly he needed Aya, naked Aya, naked Aya on his hands and knees begging to be taken--
Grabbing the shorter man around the waist, he brought them together in a searing kiss of lips and tongues and lots of other less innocent contact. They parted to perfect silence, every eye in the room was on them.
Oh shit.
Well done Kudou. The attention pressured them to move apart, but Aya's erection pressed tight against his thigh was another, better kind of pressure. Well, technically their job was done, so what was stopping him?
With a swift motion that displayed his true strength, Yohji hoisted Aya over his shoulder to the sound of gasps. So he had scandalized a room of corporate giants, big fucking deal. He had a boner the size of Japan and a soon to be naked Aya in his grasp.
Aya didn't seem to mind as he was carried like a sack of potatoes from the room and into the hall way. A woman with a short blue skirt and pretty green eyes brought a hand to her mouth and backed into the wall as he strolled past. He winked at her. The two men coming out of the elevator were more vocal.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing!"
"This is a place of business!"
Yohji laughed at them as he brushed past and into the elevator. Sir, would you please put that gentleman down? The doors closed before Aya spoke.
"I could have walked, you know."
With a chuckle, he sat the redhead down, pressing against him to capture his mouth once again. Pushing his tongue between Aya's lips, he felt hands curl around his waist and clutch his shirt. His own hands went directly for his goal, but were blocked by Aya's apron. Pulling back, he growled playfully and slapped at the panel on the wall.
The elevator stopped.
"Whoops," Yohji quipped, turning a predatory gaze back at Aya.
"Be serious Yohji! Let's just get back to the car and--" he was cut off as he was pushed back against the wall.
With over excited hands, Yohji undid Aya's apron and tossed it to the side then went about removing the orange sweater. Leaning close, his warm breath ticked Aya's cheek as he spoke.
"You really shouldn't wear that, it doesn't suit you."
"If it were up to you I would have to go around in leather shorts and bitch boots I'm sure."
"If it were up to me, you wouldn't wear anything at all."
And soon enough he had Aya naked and just to his liking. The redhead gave up protest as Yohji leaned him against the wall to stroke lovingly at his cock. Sliding slowly to his knees, Yohji gently kissed the tip before taking it into his mouth. Aya moaned, an encouraging hand coming down to grip the tangled waves of Yohji's hair. With deliberate movements, Yohji worked his way up and down the shaft, biting and licking. He let his hands wander to the soft globes of Aya's bottom. Distracting his lover with a selectively placed bite, he slipped one finger inside Aya causing him to jump under Yohji's hands.
"Ow! Don't you have anything?"
"Not a thing baby."
"Damn it Yohji, you shouldn't start things like this if you're not prepared."
"Huh?" Lust-fogged eyes stared at him strangely.
"I'm only kidding. Its in my jeans...wherever you put those."
Withdrawing his hand, Yohji crawled the bare two feet across the elevator to grab the jeans. Fishing into the right pocket, he located the tube and turned back to Aya.
"Hurry Yohji! You're going to have mechanics to witness if you don't get it done."
"You sound like Ken."
"So you fuck Ken in elevators too?"
"Nope, we use the stairs."
Throughout the banter, Yohji had stood and turned Aya to face the wall. Elevator music played softly in the background as he coated his fingers with lubricant, feeling the need to hurry but not able tot completely abandon Aya's needs as well. Suckling gently at the base of Aya's neck, he slipped a finger inside of his tight entrance. The redhead gasped, pale fingers curling around the metal bar that pressed into his stomach. With only a few motions, a second finger was added and the third was determined unnecessary as Aya pressed back against him.
"Please," he breathed, trying to shift enough to guide Yohji's hand to his prostate. Yohji wouldn't have it though. This little elevator escapade was to his design, and Aya would scream his name until he was ready. Quickly he undid his pants with one hand, letting them pool around his ankles. Slightly frustrated at the annoying cloth, he pulled his apron aside. Withdrawing his other hand from Aya, he used it to brace the bottom of his throbbing cock. Tossing the lubricant tube to the floor, he placed his other hand on Aya's shoulder, squeezing gently to warn him before thrusting quickly into his waiting entrance. Aya gasped, hands clenching on the bar and muscles tightening around Yohji causing the blonde to moan in pleasure.
"Relax baby," he stated, as if Aya didn't know what to do. Aya obeyed. Pulling back his hips Yohji entered again, pressing his body tightly against Aya's. After a breath's pause, he began to move with a flowing rhythm.
"Yo-uhn-ji," Aya gasped.
The words were sweet in his lover's ear, but sweet only made Yohji hotter. Picking up his pace he rocked against the redhead, shoving him further into the bar. Aya winced, making a grunt in protest as his erection was brought into harsh contact with the metal. It was spared another hit as Yohji's tanned hand reached around to clasp around it, stroking in time as Yohji's flesh met his again and again. Their movements were soon erratic, Aya thrusting forward into Yohji's hand, Yohji pounding deeply into Aya, the world faded around the edges and Aya was the first to loose it completely.
"Yohji!" he cried. His warm cum shot across Yohji's hand, some falling to land on the worn carpet to create a new stain among the many others.
Feeling the warmth cover his fingers and feeling Aya shudder against him was too much to bare. Tightening his hand on Aya's thin shoulder, he plunged in one last time, laying against Aya's back as he came deep within his lover.
The terrible music played on in the background as they waited for their breathing to even out. Placing a light kiss on Aya's shoulder blade, Yohji pulled out. Holding back his apron lest it get an interesting substance on it, he bent over to fumble his handkerchief from his pants pocket, not bother to resist nuzzling Aya's bottom as he righted himself. Aya gifted him with a strange look for the trouble, Yohji only raised an eyebrow and went about cleaning off his hand and now soft organ. Aya was about to collect his clothes when a hand stopped him. Flipping the handkerchief over itself so that it was half-sized and clean, Yohji gently went about wiping off his partner. Aya stared at him. Yohji shrugged, tossing the used cloth to the corner of the elevator.
Pulling up his pants, the blonde fastened them, readjusting his shirt and apron. Turning he watched Aya trying to hurry into his clothes. A moment later he had his apron on but before he could tie the stings, Yohji had them in hand. With casual ease, he crossed the green strings and looped them into a bow. Aya turned and Yohji only offered a bright smile in way of explanation before stepping to the panel and releasing the stop button.
They reached the bottom floor and the door opened to reveal several impatiently waiting guests. As the florists stepped out into the oblivious crowd, Yohji heard one curious woman comment about the strange smell of the elevator and irrationally hoped she picked up the abandoned handkerchief. Chuckling at the thought, he followed Aya back to the car.
With a sudden surge of romantic idealism, he ran quickly around to open the door for Aya. The redhead raised an eyebrow at the curious behavior, chivalry was an element in their fuck-in-elevators type of relationship. Getting in, he let Yohji shut the door behind. Crossing in front and settling into his own seat, Yohji glanced over. Violet eyes caught emerald green and for a moment they held each other.
"Aya, I was thinking, do you maybe want to go out with me?" he asked, not letting the other look away.
"You would think that one time a day would satisfy you, but if you want--"
"No!" Yohji sighed, not knowing where his sudden nervousness had come from. It was strange indeed, for the ladies man of the Koneko was never nervous. Well, almost never. "Let's just try it okay?"
"Well, we've tried just about everything else..."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."
The kiss that followed led to other things which ultimately led to them being very, very late returning to the shop. But overall the lecture Ken gave them was very worth it.
~tbc~
Notes: What the hell? Is that plot? No...no....just an excuse for sex...or is it? It is. Shoo, had me worried there for a minute. Two more chapters left to this, if that's okay with everyone. If several people review for more, especially if they offer 'creative' ideas, I will most definitely consider it.
Oh, and you so know, if I don't get five reviews poor Aya and Yohji don't get to get naked! I know you want to see Aya and Yohji naked... {wraps both bishies in layer after layer of think clothes} Five reviews!
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi
That Kind Of Fun
Chapter 6: Kitty in my Lift
"Yohji, get a move on. You're going to be late setting up for that business banquet. Oh, and take Aya with you."
Sure, the words seemed harmless. Take Aya with you. Maybe he would help carry the heavy pots. Maybe he would make the arrangements more to the chairman's liking. Maybe he would drive Yohji crazy.
Bingo.
After maneuvering the two carts on and off the elevator, they spoke quickly to the man controlling the function. The entire proceeding was being put together quite hectically and it was made clear that the flower dealers were on there own to make the place look presentable.
The first hour had gone well, Aya being quite occupied with several arrangements of roses that refused to stay in place as they should. Having completed his task though, he took to the notion of "helping" Yohji. He moved a vase, brushing the blonde's hand. He walked across the room to fetch a pair of clippers, groping a bit as they passed. He handed the clippers to Yohji, pressing close and making a not so subtle suggestion.
Yohji pushed him away. Not that he didn't fancy a round of sex right there on the plush carpet of the Holiday Inn Executive Center York Room, but the chairman wouldn't appreciate it and Omi would kill them if they lost this job and Aya knew it.
Aya wasn't one to give up easily.
Positioning himself directly in the older man's line of sight, but facing away, he leaned over to grasp the edge of a large pot. So there he was, bent at the waist, legs spread, skin tight jeans leaving nothing to the imagination...Yohji dropped the clippers on his foot.
"Damnit!"
The explicative was lost to the general noise of the large room, but Aya heard it. Straitening himself with a little smirk on his face, he returned the pot to its intended position near the wall before walking over to his coworker.
"See something you like?" he questioned, wiping his hands over the front of his green apron and causing Yohji's mind to rush to the night before when those hands had been on Aya's pink nipples, even hidden under the horrific orange sweater they were clear in Yohji's head. Suddenly he needed Aya, naked Aya, naked Aya on his hands and knees begging to be taken--
Grabbing the shorter man around the waist, he brought them together in a searing kiss of lips and tongues and lots of other less innocent contact. They parted to perfect silence, every eye in the room was on them.
Oh shit.
Well done Kudou. The attention pressured them to move apart, but Aya's erection pressed tight against his thigh was another, better kind of pressure. Well, technically their job was done, so what was stopping him?
With a swift motion that displayed his true strength, Yohji hoisted Aya over his shoulder to the sound of gasps. So he had scandalized a room of corporate giants, big fucking deal. He had a boner the size of Japan and a soon to be naked Aya in his grasp.
Aya didn't seem to mind as he was carried like a sack of potatoes from the room and into the hall way. A woman with a short blue skirt and pretty green eyes brought a hand to her mouth and backed into the wall as he strolled past. He winked at her. The two men coming out of the elevator were more vocal.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing!"
"This is a place of business!"
Yohji laughed at them as he brushed past and into the elevator. Sir, would you please put that gentleman down? The doors closed before Aya spoke.
"I could have walked, you know."
With a chuckle, he sat the redhead down, pressing against him to capture his mouth once again. Pushing his tongue between Aya's lips, he felt hands curl around his waist and clutch his shirt. His own hands went directly for his goal, but were blocked by Aya's apron. Pulling back, he growled playfully and slapped at the panel on the wall.
The elevator stopped.
"Whoops," Yohji quipped, turning a predatory gaze back at Aya.
"Be serious Yohji! Let's just get back to the car and--" he was cut off as he was pushed back against the wall.
With over excited hands, Yohji undid Aya's apron and tossed it to the side then went about removing the orange sweater. Leaning close, his warm breath ticked Aya's cheek as he spoke.
"You really shouldn't wear that, it doesn't suit you."
"If it were up to you I would have to go around in leather shorts and bitch boots I'm sure."
"If it were up to me, you wouldn't wear anything at all."
And soon enough he had Aya naked and just to his liking. The redhead gave up protest as Yohji leaned him against the wall to stroke lovingly at his cock. Sliding slowly to his knees, Yohji gently kissed the tip before taking it into his mouth. Aya moaned, an encouraging hand coming down to grip the tangled waves of Yohji's hair. With deliberate movements, Yohji worked his way up and down the shaft, biting and licking. He let his hands wander to the soft globes of Aya's bottom. Distracting his lover with a selectively placed bite, he slipped one finger inside Aya causing him to jump under Yohji's hands.
"Ow! Don't you have anything?"
"Not a thing baby."
"Damn it Yohji, you shouldn't start things like this if you're not prepared."
"Huh?" Lust-fogged eyes stared at him strangely.
"I'm only kidding. Its in my jeans...wherever you put those."
Withdrawing his hand, Yohji crawled the bare two feet across the elevator to grab the jeans. Fishing into the right pocket, he located the tube and turned back to Aya.
"Hurry Yohji! You're going to have mechanics to witness if you don't get it done."
"You sound like Ken."
"So you fuck Ken in elevators too?"
"Nope, we use the stairs."
Throughout the banter, Yohji had stood and turned Aya to face the wall. Elevator music played softly in the background as he coated his fingers with lubricant, feeling the need to hurry but not able tot completely abandon Aya's needs as well. Suckling gently at the base of Aya's neck, he slipped a finger inside of his tight entrance. The redhead gasped, pale fingers curling around the metal bar that pressed into his stomach. With only a few motions, a second finger was added and the third was determined unnecessary as Aya pressed back against him.
"Please," he breathed, trying to shift enough to guide Yohji's hand to his prostate. Yohji wouldn't have it though. This little elevator escapade was to his design, and Aya would scream his name until he was ready. Quickly he undid his pants with one hand, letting them pool around his ankles. Slightly frustrated at the annoying cloth, he pulled his apron aside. Withdrawing his other hand from Aya, he used it to brace the bottom of his throbbing cock. Tossing the lubricant tube to the floor, he placed his other hand on Aya's shoulder, squeezing gently to warn him before thrusting quickly into his waiting entrance. Aya gasped, hands clenching on the bar and muscles tightening around Yohji causing the blonde to moan in pleasure.
"Relax baby," he stated, as if Aya didn't know what to do. Aya obeyed. Pulling back his hips Yohji entered again, pressing his body tightly against Aya's. After a breath's pause, he began to move with a flowing rhythm.
"Yo-uhn-ji," Aya gasped.
The words were sweet in his lover's ear, but sweet only made Yohji hotter. Picking up his pace he rocked against the redhead, shoving him further into the bar. Aya winced, making a grunt in protest as his erection was brought into harsh contact with the metal. It was spared another hit as Yohji's tanned hand reached around to clasp around it, stroking in time as Yohji's flesh met his again and again. Their movements were soon erratic, Aya thrusting forward into Yohji's hand, Yohji pounding deeply into Aya, the world faded around the edges and Aya was the first to loose it completely.
"Yohji!" he cried. His warm cum shot across Yohji's hand, some falling to land on the worn carpet to create a new stain among the many others.
Feeling the warmth cover his fingers and feeling Aya shudder against him was too much to bare. Tightening his hand on Aya's thin shoulder, he plunged in one last time, laying against Aya's back as he came deep within his lover.
The terrible music played on in the background as they waited for their breathing to even out. Placing a light kiss on Aya's shoulder blade, Yohji pulled out. Holding back his apron lest it get an interesting substance on it, he bent over to fumble his handkerchief from his pants pocket, not bother to resist nuzzling Aya's bottom as he righted himself. Aya gifted him with a strange look for the trouble, Yohji only raised an eyebrow and went about cleaning off his hand and now soft organ. Aya was about to collect his clothes when a hand stopped him. Flipping the handkerchief over itself so that it was half-sized and clean, Yohji gently went about wiping off his partner. Aya stared at him. Yohji shrugged, tossing the used cloth to the corner of the elevator.
Pulling up his pants, the blonde fastened them, readjusting his shirt and apron. Turning he watched Aya trying to hurry into his clothes. A moment later he had his apron on but before he could tie the stings, Yohji had them in hand. With casual ease, he crossed the green strings and looped them into a bow. Aya turned and Yohji only offered a bright smile in way of explanation before stepping to the panel and releasing the stop button.
They reached the bottom floor and the door opened to reveal several impatiently waiting guests. As the florists stepped out into the oblivious crowd, Yohji heard one curious woman comment about the strange smell of the elevator and irrationally hoped she picked up the abandoned handkerchief. Chuckling at the thought, he followed Aya back to the car.
With a sudden surge of romantic idealism, he ran quickly around to open the door for Aya. The redhead raised an eyebrow at the curious behavior, chivalry was an element in their fuck-in-elevators type of relationship. Getting in, he let Yohji shut the door behind. Crossing in front and settling into his own seat, Yohji glanced over. Violet eyes caught emerald green and for a moment they held each other.
"Aya, I was thinking, do you maybe want to go out with me?" he asked, not letting the other look away.
"You would think that one time a day would satisfy you, but if you want--"
"No!" Yohji sighed, not knowing where his sudden nervousness had come from. It was strange indeed, for the ladies man of the Koneko was never nervous. Well, almost never. "Let's just try it okay?"
"Well, we've tried just about everything else..."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."
The kiss that followed led to other things which ultimately led to them being very, very late returning to the shop. But overall the lecture Ken gave them was very worth it.
~tbc~
Notes: What the hell? Is that plot? No...no....just an excuse for sex...or is it? It is. Shoo, had me worried there for a minute. Two more chapters left to this, if that's okay with everyone. If several people review for more, especially if they offer 'creative' ideas, I will most definitely consider it.
Oh, and you so know, if I don't get five reviews poor Aya and Yohji don't get to get naked! I know you want to see Aya and Yohji naked... {wraps both bishies in layer after layer of think clothes} Five reviews!
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi