Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Lemons ❯ The Art of Seduction ( Chapter 1 )

In my brief career as an internet smut writer, I have received an overwhelming number of requests for a lemon. (okay, like five) I have nothing against lemons, heck it was a hardcore Stargate slash fic that got me stuck on fanfiction in the first place. However, I don't like to put lemons into my stories because I tend to get a tad carried away and the lemon ends up detracting from the story because once I write it I concentrate on making the caracters have sex as often as possible rather then the story. So I have developed a system. When I write a fic with a lemon I will write two versions of the chapter in question. The clean one I will post with the story on Fanfiction.net and the dirty chapter I will post here alone because I am too lazy to repost my stories.

The Art of Seduction chapter 5 (I think)

Pairings: AyaxYoji OmixKen

Warnings: mindless plotless SMUT SMUT SMUT

When All Else Fails

--Yoji--

I am so horny

I haven't had sex in like three weeks.

Aya is sitting there, reading something. It's driving me crazy. I don't think I can take much more of this celibacy thing.

No, don't think that way Yoji. You love this man. He deserves your patience.

As I watch, he puts his book down and stretches like a cat.

Alright, plan B.

I head to the liquor cabinet and make him a mint julep (old lady drink that Aya prefers). After he loosens up some I will suggest shots. It's nothing new, we've played drinking games together before.

When all else fails, get him really drunk and see where the night takes you. I hope it takes me to having sex land.

This is going well so far. Aya's defenses are slowly coming down. I make sure I match him drink for drink with my pure vodka. It wouldn't be right to take advantage of him while I'm sober. After about six drinks his tongue starts to loosen up.

"Yoji, what is it Ken and Omi got that I ain't gots?"

"Whaddaya mean Aya-kun?" I pour him another drink, a little bit sloshes out of the cup and I giggle. Man I'm drunk.

"I mean why is it you hit on them all the time but you never hit on me?" He downs his drink in one gulp and demands another, I give it to him.

"I hit on you all the time Aya, you're just two damned prudish to notice." Aya starts laughing.

"I'm no prude" and he grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs to my room (bigger bed)

Aya pushes me onto the bed and sticks his tongue down my throat. He rips off my shirt and throws it across the room. I really liked that shirt.

Soon he's fumbling with the buttons on my pants, he finally gives up and just tears the fabric in half, exposing me to the air. He licks up my length once and then licks his fingers and starts to prep me, turning me over on my stomach.

Wait a minute, I'm supposed to be on top. What does he think he's doing? I am about to ask when his fingers brush my sweet spot. Maybe I'll let him top this time. Just this once. After a rather small amount of preparation he's ready for more. He strips off all of his clothes and is inside of me before his pants hit the floor. He's already pumping erratically and I am begging for more. He's pumping harder and harder, I can tell he's about to climax. I am too, at this rate we'll come together. He pushes me further and further, up to the peak and then. . .

Nothing.

He has stopped moving. I look back, thinking he is teasing me and I see him lying with his head on my shoulder, drooling and snoring softly.

He has passed out.

--Omi--

As I watch a drunken Aya lead a slightly less drunk Yoji up the stairs to the bedrooms I feel extremely pissed.

Totally not fair. I am not old enough to get drunk without Ken getting suspicious and Ken doesn't drink anyway.

Ken is sitting over there, reading the paper, acting like it's perfectly natural for us to not be having sex right now.

He really chaps my ass sometimes.

As he finishes his paper he looks at me with this big stupid grin and messes with my hair again.

I look at him and say in the most husky, unchild-like voice I can muster "what do you want to do tonight Kenken?"

"I'm too sleepy to hangout tonight kiddo. Sorry, maybe tomarrow night okay?'

And I watch flabbergasted as he calmly walks up the stairs to his room.

No way in hell.

To hell with subtlety. For all Ken's sex appeal and being a wonderful person, he's about as perceptive as a rock.

I run up to my room, passing by Yoji's on the way. The obvious sounds of sex help to steal my resolve.

I close the door behind me and strip naked. I better hurry or the idiot will already be asleep.

Going to my nightstand I grab a line of condoms and the big tube of lube. I have no doubt that Ken has these things in his room, but if I just go in there naked he will assume I was taking a shower and came over to borrow his conditioner.

Not even taking the time to close the drawer, I run across the hall and try to open Ken's door.

It's locked.

And I hear muffled moans and heavy breathing.

I bang on the door repeatedly and I don't stop until he opens it, grinning sheepishly and looking like he dressed in a hurry.

He takes one look at me and the grin vanishes, replaced by a look akin to terror.

Not letting him say anything, I tackle him. Forcing him back onto the bed with a brutal, biting kiss.

Lots of tongue

When all else fails, jump his bones and hope for the best.

I revel in the feeling of my first kiss with Ken. For several minutes it's just our lips and tongues and his hands running up and down my back. I almost forget while I'm here. I am reminded when I pull back and see him looking at me through half-lidded eyes.

"How long?"

"A long time." I smile and give him what would be a chaste peck if it weren't for his hands still squeezing my ass.

"Me too" All thought of conversation is abandoned when he trails his tongue up he ridge of my neck.

I quickly divest him of his clothes. Soon we are naked together, learning each other's bodies with out hands and mouths. I move down his body, alternating between sucking and biting until I get to his little friend and swallow him whole. I suck hard while I work my fingers into him. The combined sensations are too much for him and in a matter of minutes he has his first orgasm of the night.

He's still floating on the after shock of his climax when I push into him, but he soon regains his wits and is moving to the rhythm I set. Ken comes twice with me inside him, I follow shortly after the second time, still pumping his flaccid dick for good measure.

I smile and collapse on Ken's chest with a sticky splat. The more romantic less rational part of me vaguely hopes the goop between us would dry holding us together like super glue.

I put ny chin on Ken's collarbone and smile lazily up at my lover, grinning contentedly. I move up to give him a kiss and felt something very hard pressed into my thigh. My sated grin turns into an annoyed frown as Ken smiles down sheepishly at me.

"Almost ready for another go?"

What have I gotten myself into?