Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ This means war! ❯ Intermission ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Miss Macabre 
Aya has a plan...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.10.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 692 | Status: Completed
Aya has a plan...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.10.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 692 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: If I owned them I wouldn't
Chapter 3 Intermission
Omi woke for the second time that morning, to the slam of what he assumed was Yohji's bedroom door, followed by two sets of footsteps, one rushed and loud - the other calm and slow.
Omi didn't feel like moving from where he was still clutched in the soccer player's tight embrace.
Last night had been one of the best nights of sleep he had ever gotten, especially since the night that Aya and Yohji had worked out their…differences and consummated their mutual feelings.
Loudly.
Repeatedly.
Sure, it had been funny and kinda cute the first few times, but he was seriously contemplating giving those two a year's supply of gags!
He couldn't believe that he and Ken had actually fooled them last night!
But then again, Yohji always called him Hentai - claiming that he was always in his room surfing for porn.
Which he wasn't! Not all the time…
But it was perfectly natural for a man of his age to get curious! Especially when they realise they like other boys…or in his case - another boy. He had never even considered that he was gay until he laid eyes on Ken.
He had tried to give up false hopes of the older boy reciprocating with the same type of emotion, knowing that he had been far too young at the time for anything like that!
And the soccer player seemed to treat him more like a little brother at times…
Aya had known that he liked Ken.
The redhead had not been condescending to him when he found out - he just looked at him and said “Don't give up if it's worth it”.
Omi had stood stunned, but still aware enough to notice the usually shuttered or cold eyes glance in Yohji's direction - with longing and hope just glimmering underneath the surface.
That was when he realised about Aya's feelings.
Oh he had already known about Yohji's - even if the man had tried to hide it, Omi had noticed the small changes in him…
The little things, like going to the store, just to buy Aya's favourite brand of green tea when the younger man had run out - Ken had seen it as an attempt to use the relaxing brew to pacify Aya's rage and sometimes aggression towards the blonde, but Omi knew it was quite the opposite.
Especially when Yohji had not gone clubbing for a month, never came home drunk - he'd preferred to drink to his hopeless affections in his room - and always tried to get to his shift on time.
The real clincher though, had been when Aya had been injured on a mission, unconscious for just under 48 hours - and Yohji had stayed by his side the whole time.
Omi had been in Yohji's room - he had claimed that his bed was more comfortable that that oversized paving stone Aya deigned to refer to as a mattress - re-bandaging the wound, when Aya had finally woken up.
His first words had been “Where is Yojhi?”
Said blonde had been sleeping on the floor right beside the bed, exhausted after his obsessive vigil by the redhead's bedside.
Omi had reached over and shaken the blonde, knowing he wanted to be woken up when Aya did.
Emerald eyes wide and red from crying had popped up over the edge of the mattress, before the owner sprung up and grasped the injured man by his shoulders.
Omi had been slightly startled by the miracle of Yohji waking up so quickly by himself, and had moved off the bed, clutching the first aid kit as Yohji cried urgently, “Don't ever scare me like that! Ever again!”
He was glad he had moved off the edge of the bed, especially when the redhead pressed forward, locking lips with the blonde, grasping him like a life preserver.
Omi had hastily made himself scarce, shutting the door behind him.
His mind turned back towards the present, where he was still clutched in the older man's arms, warmth radiating from the toned bronze chest behind him.
Distantly, he heard a door slam, and hoped that the pair downstairs had not gotten into a fight.
Even if he didn't like getting no sleep because his two teammates were probably inventing a new version of Kama Sutra, he didn't want the two of them breaking up!
He - after ten minutes of silent struggles - managed to detach himself from the human Barnacle, and made his way downstairs.
*^_^*^_^*^_^*^_^*^_^*
Aya was wearing a self-satisfied smirk when Omi walked in.
Quickly erasing it from his face, he simply sipped his tea and raised his eyebrows at the chibi - surprised that he wasn't limping from what they - and the rest of the street - had heard last night.
Omi smiled brightly at him as he headed for the fridge. “Morning Aya-kun!” He frowned, “Where's Yohji-kun?
Aya couldn't resist the smirk that crept back on his face when he thought of what he had convinced his lover to do…just a little…coaxing…and Aya had Yohji running out the door to comply with his request. Not that he hadn't been eager to do it in the first place.
Now he was going to have one of his dreams come true…and later - one of his fantasies…
While he remembered, “ Omi do we have any strawberries left?” He asked in as neutral a tone he could manage as his body decided to take charge - modesty be damned - reacting to his surprise plans for later in the evening.
The young man shook his head, and Aya added the items to his shopping list of `essential needs' for the night.
He ran a mental check on the already listed products.
Ice cream
Chocolate syrup - kinds, one that hardens and the other plain old chocolate sauce.
Chopped nuts
Cherries
Bananas
Whipped cream - The kind in the spray can
And strawberries.
Better add some chocolate flake sticks to that, he thought as he struggled to suppress his evil grin, turning away from the Genki youth to face the counter, as his overheated brain managed to salvage some of his dignity by hiding his obvious enthusiasm for the impending evening.
No way would his two younger teammates ever be able to outdo him and Yohji. Even if the had almost made a hole in floor - after they broke the bed.
Aya was still trying to come to terms with that little tidbit of information.
He had been happy and sated when he had declared `war', but he was in fact enjoying plotting and planning something other than missions with his lover. But getting Yohji - willingly - into those handcuffs again would definitely be a bonus.
Sometimes Aya wondered what he had done to deserve someone who cared - no Loved him so damn much.
After all his sins to save his sister, he had thought that he could never have happiness again - his price for his imouto being returned to him.
But somewhere along the way, the tall, irritating blonde playboy had snuck past his carefully erected walls and into his heart - Ran's heart.
Speaking of erected…Aya glanced down at his little - or not so little - issue.
He excused himself from the room, as the young blonde happily ate his sugary cereal - the sugar making him steadily happier by the minute.
He quickened his pace and flew o the bathroom, ignoring Ken's sleepy protest as he dodged into the small room before him.
Closing his eyes, he thought of how Yohji was doing, before focusing on less painful thoughts of his Blonde.
He just couldn't wait till Yohji came back.
From the tattoo parlour.
*^_^*^_^*^_^*^_^*
*Holds chapter 4 out of reach until she gets more reviews*
Bwahahaha! Cookies to anyone who guesses what Yohji's new tattoo is… I know I probably disappointed people cos there is not smutty handcuff scene in here…but you know its coming…I just like teasing…You know you wanna see what's coming next so review or else…
*Holds the next chapter hostage*
Bwahahaha!
Omi woke for the second time that morning, to the slam of what he assumed was Yohji's bedroom door, followed by two sets of footsteps, one rushed and loud - the other calm and slow.
Omi didn't feel like moving from where he was still clutched in the soccer player's tight embrace.
Last night had been one of the best nights of sleep he had ever gotten, especially since the night that Aya and Yohji had worked out their…differences and consummated their mutual feelings.
Loudly.
Repeatedly.
Sure, it had been funny and kinda cute the first few times, but he was seriously contemplating giving those two a year's supply of gags!
He couldn't believe that he and Ken had actually fooled them last night!
But then again, Yohji always called him Hentai - claiming that he was always in his room surfing for porn.
Which he wasn't! Not all the time…
But it was perfectly natural for a man of his age to get curious! Especially when they realise they like other boys…or in his case - another boy. He had never even considered that he was gay until he laid eyes on Ken.
He had tried to give up false hopes of the older boy reciprocating with the same type of emotion, knowing that he had been far too young at the time for anything like that!
And the soccer player seemed to treat him more like a little brother at times…
Aya had known that he liked Ken.
The redhead had not been condescending to him when he found out - he just looked at him and said “Don't give up if it's worth it”.
Omi had stood stunned, but still aware enough to notice the usually shuttered or cold eyes glance in Yohji's direction - with longing and hope just glimmering underneath the surface.
That was when he realised about Aya's feelings.
Oh he had already known about Yohji's - even if the man had tried to hide it, Omi had noticed the small changes in him…
The little things, like going to the store, just to buy Aya's favourite brand of green tea when the younger man had run out - Ken had seen it as an attempt to use the relaxing brew to pacify Aya's rage and sometimes aggression towards the blonde, but Omi knew it was quite the opposite.
Especially when Yohji had not gone clubbing for a month, never came home drunk - he'd preferred to drink to his hopeless affections in his room - and always tried to get to his shift on time.
The real clincher though, had been when Aya had been injured on a mission, unconscious for just under 48 hours - and Yohji had stayed by his side the whole time.
Omi had been in Yohji's room - he had claimed that his bed was more comfortable that that oversized paving stone Aya deigned to refer to as a mattress - re-bandaging the wound, when Aya had finally woken up.
His first words had been “Where is Yojhi?”
Said blonde had been sleeping on the floor right beside the bed, exhausted after his obsessive vigil by the redhead's bedside.
Omi had reached over and shaken the blonde, knowing he wanted to be woken up when Aya did.
Emerald eyes wide and red from crying had popped up over the edge of the mattress, before the owner sprung up and grasped the injured man by his shoulders.
Omi had been slightly startled by the miracle of Yohji waking up so quickly by himself, and had moved off the bed, clutching the first aid kit as Yohji cried urgently, “Don't ever scare me like that! Ever again!”
He was glad he had moved off the edge of the bed, especially when the redhead pressed forward, locking lips with the blonde, grasping him like a life preserver.
Omi had hastily made himself scarce, shutting the door behind him.
His mind turned back towards the present, where he was still clutched in the older man's arms, warmth radiating from the toned bronze chest behind him.
Distantly, he heard a door slam, and hoped that the pair downstairs had not gotten into a fight.
Even if he didn't like getting no sleep because his two teammates were probably inventing a new version of Kama Sutra, he didn't want the two of them breaking up!
He - after ten minutes of silent struggles - managed to detach himself from the human Barnacle, and made his way downstairs.
*^_^*^_^*^_^*^_^*^_^*
Aya was wearing a self-satisfied smirk when Omi walked in.
Quickly erasing it from his face, he simply sipped his tea and raised his eyebrows at the chibi - surprised that he wasn't limping from what they - and the rest of the street - had heard last night.
Omi smiled brightly at him as he headed for the fridge. “Morning Aya-kun!” He frowned, “Where's Yohji-kun?
Aya couldn't resist the smirk that crept back on his face when he thought of what he had convinced his lover to do…just a little…coaxing…and Aya had Yohji running out the door to comply with his request. Not that he hadn't been eager to do it in the first place.
Now he was going to have one of his dreams come true…and later - one of his fantasies…
While he remembered, “ Omi do we have any strawberries left?” He asked in as neutral a tone he could manage as his body decided to take charge - modesty be damned - reacting to his surprise plans for later in the evening.
The young man shook his head, and Aya added the items to his shopping list of `essential needs' for the night.
He ran a mental check on the already listed products.
Ice cream
Chocolate syrup - kinds, one that hardens and the other plain old chocolate sauce.
Chopped nuts
Cherries
Bananas
Whipped cream - The kind in the spray can
And strawberries.
Better add some chocolate flake sticks to that, he thought as he struggled to suppress his evil grin, turning away from the Genki youth to face the counter, as his overheated brain managed to salvage some of his dignity by hiding his obvious enthusiasm for the impending evening.
No way would his two younger teammates ever be able to outdo him and Yohji. Even if the had almost made a hole in floor - after they broke the bed.
Aya was still trying to come to terms with that little tidbit of information.
He had been happy and sated when he had declared `war', but he was in fact enjoying plotting and planning something other than missions with his lover. But getting Yohji - willingly - into those handcuffs again would definitely be a bonus.
Sometimes Aya wondered what he had done to deserve someone who cared - no Loved him so damn much.
After all his sins to save his sister, he had thought that he could never have happiness again - his price for his imouto being returned to him.
But somewhere along the way, the tall, irritating blonde playboy had snuck past his carefully erected walls and into his heart - Ran's heart.
Speaking of erected…Aya glanced down at his little - or not so little - issue.
He excused himself from the room, as the young blonde happily ate his sugary cereal - the sugar making him steadily happier by the minute.
He quickened his pace and flew o the bathroom, ignoring Ken's sleepy protest as he dodged into the small room before him.
Closing his eyes, he thought of how Yohji was doing, before focusing on less painful thoughts of his Blonde.
He just couldn't wait till Yohji came back.
From the tattoo parlour.
*^_^*^_^*^_^*^_^*
*Holds chapter 4 out of reach until she gets more reviews*
Bwahahaha! Cookies to anyone who guesses what Yohji's new tattoo is… I know I probably disappointed people cos there is not smutty handcuff scene in here…but you know its coming…I just like teasing…You know you wanna see what's coming next so review or else…
*Holds the next chapter hostage*
Bwahahaha!