Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Date ❯ Chapter 1

The Date

A Weiss Kreuz "Interlude" Smut Fic

by Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Pairings: Yohji x Schuldig

Standard Disclaimers Apply: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me, a fact for which I lament with much remorse over.

Warnings: PWP Lemon. Yaoi. Don't know what that means, than don't read. Do know what that means and don't like it, than don't waste our time by reading my fics and flaming--- all flames will be sent to my online Journal to be mocked and laughed at. (I especially liked the one that asked if I had a writing teacher--"if u do then u should fire him 'cause u suck!" I *really* enjoyed telling that person that I *am* a writing teacher... {pouts} pity he never replied back again....)

Reference to three-some relationship; Misspelled words and a few punctuations errors guaranteed

Story Summary: After all Schwartz and Weiss have been through together, can two members build a relationship into something lasting---? "First date" type fic.

Rating: "R"

Yohji was nervous.

As the blonde young man studied his image critically in the full length mirror to decide between the naval blue tank shirt or the emerald green one, he steadily ignored the flutter in his middle regions.

With a nervous depreciating sigh, he tossed both shirts onto his bed and raked his hands through his hair.

This was ridiculous! He was a grown man! He'd been on thousands of dates before. He was just going out for dinner and a movie. He'd done it numerous times before…

Hell! It wasn't even like this was their first date. Well, actually, it was sort of like their first official date. Of course he and his date were already sexually involved. Had been for close to two months now. Of course, what with all the bullshit that had been going on recently…

But that was over. The war was over. Estet had lost. Weiss had survived.

Now it was time to piece together the remains of their lives and tonight was a part of that.

Ran had been furious when Yohji had first revealed his relationship with the other man. It had taken Ken forcibly dragging the fiery tempered man upstairs and behind locked doors to calm the redhead down. Ken and Ran had stayed behind that locked door for the rest of the night. Then, the next morning, Ran had cornered Yohji in the break room.

"Why?" Ran asked tightly. "I just want to know why."

So Yohji answered as best as he could; trying to explain why he was still with him. Why he started with him; why he had no intensions of finishing it.

When he was finished, he wasn't sure he'd convinced Ran, but the redhead hadn't tried to stop tonight's date. He wasn't happy about it, but he hadn't tried to stop Yohji from going…

Still, Yohji was nervous.

*

Schuldig was nervous.

As if his own worries weren't enough, he had to deal with his lover's nerves, too. He plucked at his own plum shirt, tucked into skintight black jeans. He stopped stalling and pulled his little sports car into the back alley behind the Koneko.

In a couple of minutes he was going to walk up those steps, to the living quarters above the shop, and knock on Weiss's door as if it was the most acceptable thing in the world.

And, maybe, if things went well tonight, it would be something normal and acceptable.

He wanted tonight to go well. He didn't want to analyze the reasons behind that desire, but he was mature enough to realize what he felt. What had started out as a super mind fuck two months ago had slowly developed into… well, into something Schuldig was willing to put some effort in to keeping.

Calming his nerves-and successfully pushing away the overwhelming feelings reaching out to him from above-Schuldig crawled out of his vehicle and climbed the steps, pausing at the formable looking door.

*

Omi was nervous.

Aya, leaning up against the doorframe into the kitchen, had his arms crossed, eyes closed, and was frowning into his chest. Not an entirely uncommon expression for the redhead, but tonight's mood was different. Even Ken, who was trying so hard to act like nothing untoward was about to happen, was stiff in his seat on the sofa in front of the TV. Even the football game failed to entice him tonight.

Omi had been upset when Yohji had told them about his… his… his relationship. After all, this was Schuldig. Member of Schwartz. Schwartz who had captured Aya-chan. Schwartz who had turned Sakura against Aya-kun. Schwartz who was a part of Estet.

But Estet was no more.

So any minute now a member of Schwartz, a former member of Estet was going to be knocking on their door. Any minute now Yohji would be leaving with his… with his boyfriend. Leaving on a date. With Schuldig.

Omi was starting to second guess his decision of making sure all the weapons were locked up safely upstairs in the weapons chest. He would definitely feel a little better if he had a couple of darts in his hands right now…

That's what he was thinking when the doorbell rang.

On the sofa next to him, Ken started. Aya looked up from his chest, still frowning. Omi looked at Ken. Ken looked at Omi. Omi looked at Aya. Aya looked back at Omi before tossing a glance towards Ken and exhaling dramatically.

"Fine, *I'll* get it," the redhead groused, uncrossing his arms and moving to the door.

"Jeesh, I left the gun in the car, guys, lighten up. I'm not here to kill ya, ya know," the German announced lightly, breezing into the room as if he was a regular visitor. Of course, if this went well tonight, that just might be the case.

"Behave yourself," Yohji growled as he rapidly descended the stairs, two at a time. "Okay, ready?"

"Better late then never," the redhead replied jauntily.

"Okay, then, I guess we'd better be off," the blond replied blithely. "Don't wait up, guys. I'll see you tomorrow!" Yohji called as he banged the door shut after him and Schuldig.

"Well that was anticlimactic," Omi said into the silence that followed the rev of a sports car peeling out of the alleyway.

Omi looked at Ken. Ken looked at Omi. Omi looked at Aya. Aya looked at-

"Oh to hell with it," the redhead growled. "I'll be upstairs if anyone needs me," he announced, climbing the stairs before adding, "In bed. Naked."

Omi looked back at Ken; Ken was looking at Omi.

"Last one up has to do all the work!" the brunette called, already racing for the steps, Omi hot on his heels and ducking under his arm to whiz upstairs, laughingly.

*

Yohji's leg jittered, his shoe sticking to the movie theater floor.

It was crazy to be this nervous on a simple thing like a date. Especially something as routine as this night had been. They'd hit up a little bistro a couple of blocks from the flower shop, stalling over conversation like they never had since this whole relationship thing had started. They had made their way to the movie theater in equivalent silence, Schu paying for the tickets as Yohji picked up the popcorn, sodas, and candy-he'd eaten most of it himself, too.

And now the movie stretched out before them.

Yohji's entire side sang and tingled where Schu occasionally brushed against him to snag some popcorn or candy, but otherwise they didn't touch. Nor was the German even *trying* to hold a `conversation' with him-something Yohji had become well acquainted with in his exposure to the redhead. The other man wasn't even monitoring his thoughts; another action Yohji had become talented in responding to.

This silence was absolutely ridiculous.

Unable to take it anymore Yohji did the only thing he could think of and extended Schuldig a peace offering. He held his hand palm up over the arm rest, close enough to the other man but not invading his space, hopefully.

*

Schuldig look at the hand for a moment-a heartbeat-and then slid his hand into Yohji's; reveling in the feel of Yohji's calloused fingers brushing over his. He knew intimately what those calluses felt like against his throat, his chest, his stomach, his thighs, his cock… In his seat, Schuldig shifted.

Yohji's fingers threaded through Schuldig's and then brought their entwined hands to his lips. Yohji's tongue flicked out and teased Schuldig's palm. The redhead's eyes fluttered, a moan escaping his throat as his cock stirred.

::Why'd we come to this move again?:: he `asked' breathlessly.

::Haven't the foggiest:: Yohji `replied', moving to suck one of Schuldig's fingers into his mouth. ::Want you.::

::You've got me:: was the immediate answer as Schuldig shoved the arm rest up and slid into Yohji's lap.

::We okay, then?:: he had to ask, a little bit of his nervousness from before threading into the thought.

"We're better than `okay'," Schuldig whispered.

They wasted no more time than that; hands setting to work to loosen belts and jeans, slipping inside to cup cock and balls.

::Ride me, Schu:: Yohji pleaded, and the redhead was only too pleased to comply.

Yohji spared one hand to reach for the tube of lube he had debated about taking or not. He was so glad now that he had changed his mind at the last minute. He squeezed a good quantity of the slippery gel down to the crease of Schuldig's ass, using his fingers to work the cool lubricant against the puckered hole and inside. Two fingers, three.. four…

::Fuck! Christ! Just do it already!:: Schuldig demanded, his fingers clawing into Yohji's shoulders.

Smirking, the blond turned him around, lowering Schuldig's naked ass onto his cock. He seated the redhead fully-and then thrust his hips forward, impaling the redhead further.

::Auh, gods…. Yeah, Yohji, just like that, baby. Damn, you feel so good, fucking me so good…::

He kept the litany of thoughts going, riding Yohji's cock faster and faster.

His pants and moans started to become more and more audible; louder. Thankfully, the movie was at a particularly loud car- chase-and-explosions-galore part, easily covering the noise of the two.

Schuldig came first, shooting his cum all over the seat in front. Yohji followed shortly after, filling Schuldig's bowels with his thick, milky seed.

They sat, panting, the cold air conditioning in the theater starting to chase goose bumps over their naked, sweat-damped flesh. Finally, with a moan from sore, protesting limbs, Schuldig slid off, pulling his pants back up and fastening them.

"What do you say we get out of here now and maybe have some dessert-back at your place?" Schuldig suggested.

Yohji grinned. "Sounds great."

Five minutes later the credits began to roll.

~~OWARI~~

Andrea: {tosses a popcorn kernel up in the air and tries to catch it….and fails} Now *there's* a movie I'd pay ten bucks to see.

Mari-chan:

Andrea: Oh, and I couldn't decide on how to spell "Estet"… you do it, Mari.

Zan: Well *someone* needs to decide and do a "Find & Change".

Andrea: ~__~ Yes, ma'am.