Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ This means war! ❯ Revenge, Interrupted. ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.

 

AN: Yes it has been a while…again…but I apologize…with lemon! For Blythe - because she updated 'No Mercy'…even if she left a cliffhanger! *mutters crazily*

 

This Means War Chapter 5

 

Aya was seething.

 

He stomped upstairs, intent on killing two certain suspects slowly, with spoons. He stopped however when he heard Yohji's unmistakable voice.

 

"Aya! If you don't get your ass in here and get friendly with my ass, I'll do something about it myself!"

 

The voice beckoned to him and his erection stirred back to full life within seconds, almost pointing the way to Yohji. His mind was made up in a split second and he bolted back to the kitchen with a determined yet feverishly aroused look on his face. He re-evaluated the fridge contents.

 

His cock was screaming that the sundae ingredients were salvageable, and Aya agreed. He grabbed everything except the empty ice cream carton. Making a last minute decision he yanked open a cupboard, grabbing at one of the three boxes on the shelf. His mind cried revenge and he snatched the last two boxes with an evil snigger.

 

Grace be damned, Aya stormed upstairs to his siren of a lover.

 

It would seem that his mind was still not satisfied with so little revenge for such a large offence, so to temporarily placate the annoying feeling, he stopped momentarily outside Omi's door. Taking a deep breath and preparing himself, he smashed his foot into the door with as much adrenaline tainted power as he could, before running ahead to the direction of Yohji's room.

 

The whole process took only a matter of seconds and the hallway was already empty when the recently kicked door fell inward. The two assassins occupying the room started for a second time when the door crashed to the floor. Both stared at it, bewildered. They were jolted out of their staring by the sound of the next apartment's door slamming shut.

 

Crap. Now they were in for it. It was going to start up again.

 

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Aya gaze was fixated openly on the erotic sight splayed out on the bed for him. Yohji was bare naked lying on his stomach, ass raised into the air slightly as he pushed back onto the two fingers he had inside of himself.

 

Aya suddenly remembered to breathe and promptly forgot again when Yohji turned heavy lidded and pleasure glazed eyes to his. The blonde's panting seemed to be getting faster.

 

Moving forward in a burst of near desperate speed, Aya grabbed Yohji and flipped him onto his back. The redhead's cargo tumbled to the floor, landing in a haphazard jumble. Not that the two on the bed seemed to care.

 

Yohji reached up, just as impatient as Aya to get things started and almost tore the seams on the pale man's clothing in his eagerness to get him as naked as he was. No need to worry about getting him as aroused as he was. Yohji had quickly learned to use his voice as a tool against the redhead. Who would've thought Aya liked dirty talk? It was a weakness that Yohji exploited whenever he could.

 

Comm links were so fun nowadays.

 

Yohji finally wrestled the stubborn pants of those enticingly muscled legs and he was straddling the hard thighs in an instant.

 

Aya was almost too far gone to notice this until Yohji wrapped one arm around his neck, the other hand steadying his cock and all of a sudden he was engulfed in that tight heat. He didn't have time to move before Yohji had already started. He reached out and pushed some of the loose blonde strands out of the way so he could attack Yohji's sensitive neck with his lips, tongue and teeth.

 

Yohji groaned loudly, drawing out a particularly satisfying thrust from the swordsman. Breathlessly Yohji smirked and decided to really get Aya moving. Slowing his movements, Yohji placed his mouth near Aya's ear as the redhead nibbled along his neck. Aya always liked to hear him during sex, and he wasn't one to disappoint!

 

A low keening sound was released as Aya started to suck again on his tingling flesh, "You like it - nnn!- when I ride you like…this…d-don't you Ayan!" Yohji panted out the words between moans and felt Aya shudder beneath him. Smugly, he continued, "I know you…ohhhh…! Want to fuck me Aya…so do it! I wanna feel your cock moving fast and hard inside me! More!"

 

The pleas had the desired effect immediately.

 

Aya almost came when he heard Yohji's husky voice pleading and taunting in his ear, lips brushing across his skin. He lost control and began to piston his hips upwards. Harder and harder as the blonde begged for more loudly. That delicious voice and those delectable lips crying out phrases to make virgin ears sear. Right after they came from hearing it.

 

He pushed Yohji down onto the bed and really began moving in earnest, smacking back into the blonde man's tantalizing heat as quickly as he had withdrawn. He grabbed Yohji's straining and wet erection in one hand, the other bracing his weight as he began to jerk his lover off roughly. His hips did not stop moving until they were both screaming out at the intensity of the sensations.

 

All too soon it seemed to end. Streams of creamy white come splattered over Aya's hand and Yohji's stomach. The extra stimulation of the wet slipperiness on his skin triggered Aya's own orgasm, reaching the pinnacle with Yohji sweet ass clenching rhythmically around his still thrusting erection.

 

They both collapsed on the bed, still moving. Aya's hips jerked in small circular motions to prolong the orgasm, whilst Yohji's muscles were twitching in aftershocks. Both were still moaning incoherently.

 

After what seemed like half an hour, they finally stilled. Yohji lazily lifted his head to peer over the edge of the bed. He raised an eyebrow at what he saw.

 

"Aya…do you have enough energy left in there to use that whipped cream and chocolate sauce? I now you always get a bit hungry after sex"

 

Aya's head raised and he smirked predatorily at Yohji. Reaching over to the bedside he opened the drawer and withdrew the leather handcuffs he had bargained with Yohji to use on him. Green eyes widened, then narrowed in a silent challenge.

 

Accepted.

 

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"Is it over?" Blue eyes peaked out fearfully from under a pillow - one of the few things he had managed to keep from his bed.

 

"Yeah…I think we need a different strategy…maybe stealing that ice cream wasn't the best thing to do"

 

"Understatement of the year. I have no bed and no door. I'm moving temporarily into your bedroom. I have a sleeping bag…"

 

"You wouldn't want to sleep on my floor…the bed isn't that small and I don't move around that much…"

 

"Okay!"

 

Ken thanked whatever deity had brought Yohji and Aya together. Omi was sleeping in his bed!

 

The moans started up again, along with the unmistakable sound of a spray can.

 

Ken cursed God for giving Aya and Yohji voice boxes and large lung capacities.

 

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Maybe if I feel like it, I'll actually write what else is going on with the cream in the other room…can anyone guess what was in the boxes that Aya filched from the kitchen cupboard?

 

Clue: They belong to Omi and he is never going to see them again.

 

I'll tell you in the next chapter…P.S Tell me how the lemon was - okay? Disappointing? Tell me please!