Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Unsinnige Spiele (Foolish Games) ❯ Chapter 5
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 996 | Status: Completed
well in case you failed to notice,
in case you failed to see
this is my heart bleeding before you,
this is me down on my knees
It had been a long, painful process - realizing, fighting and finally accepting that he cared for his team mates as friends, that he cared for Yohji as more than that - that he was gay and had fallen for the charismatic playboy. Once that had registered he didn't wonder anymore why he didn't feel anything beyond brotherly love for Sakura. The girl did have a place in his heart - as another little sister, right beside Aya-chan. Yohji though... he had captured him heart and soul, body and mind, he made his breath quicken, made his pulse race, made his skin tingle, made him throb with need... Need... yes... he needed Yohji... badly...
And it was impossible to be fulfilled. Yohji was dead straight. He was sure of that.
"Damn!" he cursed quietly and Omi gave him a surprised look.
"Something wrong?"
"No."
With an irritated grunt Aya pulled the shutters down and locked them, then he picked up the broom and headed for the back room to put it away. Since Ken was out and Yohji had to take the hated early shift Aya had taken the late shift with Omi. He just wasn't able put up with Yohji complaining all the time, whining about the lost sleep, so he'd just yelled at him to get the hell out. Aya's features twisted into a disgusted sneer remembering the expression the playboy had given him. Just as if Aya wasn't expected to ever do his team mates any favors...
"Damn you..." he hissed as he entered the back room.
"And what do I deserve that for?"
Aya actually started, very nearly dropping the broom, not at all expecting Yohji to be here. Yohji noticed and arched an eyebrow. Inwardly Aya cursed. His facade was slipping...
"Hey guys!" Omi bounded in. "Finished the cash-out, I'm heading home. What about you?"
Yohji smirked. "I promised to finish up some arrangements for pick-up first thing in the morning... Totally forgot about it - now I have to pay the price..." He sighed dramatically.
Aya snorted. With a forceful gesture he shoved the broom into Yohji's hands. "Then you can clean up afterwards too," he said brusquely.
Yohji rolled his eyes with a mock groan. "And there I hoped you'd help me..." he said and grabbed the broom where Aya held it, capturing the redhead's fingers. "Plus you still have to tell my why I deserve to be damned..."
As if he'd burned his fingers on glowing embers Aya pulled his hand back, glaring at Yohji. He gritted his teeth, at a loss for words, skin tingling where Yohji had touched him, sending shivers all over his body. Why did he do this to him so carelessly?!
And Yohji just grinned.
Oh, he could've knocked him across the face right there and then! But he suffered in silence.
"Yeah, well... work it out, you guys, I'm outta here," Omi said, waving them good-bye and running off. He hadn't even caught the building tension.
Yohji sent an easy laugh after the youngster, then looked at Aya. "Now tell me again, why I deserve such a horrid fate... Damned... ugh..." He shuddered in mock terror and turned back to his arrangements. "And tell me what's gotten into you lately. Not that you've ever acted like what decent people call normal, but at least I used to think I know you..." He glanced back over his shoulder. "Now I'm not so sure anymore..." He let the statement hang in the air, open for interpretation.
Aya wanted nothing more than to simply turn around and leave. No... that wasn't entirely true. He needed to turn around and leave. No... not true either. For his pride's sake he had to turn around and leave. But he found himself unable to move.
"Hmm... okay... this I am familiar with..." Yohji mocked. "The silent fuck-you-all attitude... very much like you indeed..."
Aya could only stare, his amethyst eyes narrowing in helpless fury. He'd never before felt so completely fooled, so completely at a loss for... anything. For a long moment he just stood there, fists clenched at his sides.
"Man, am I glad you don't have your katana handy... you look like you're ready to use it..." Yohji joked, voice teasing. "Or did you intend to prod my insides with something else...?"
Aaaarrrgh!!!!! "Your stupid talk would be reason enough for anyone to shut you up!" Aya suddenly exploded.
Yohji perked up. Aya's voice was dangerously low, but lacking the typical cold. There was an intensity that bordered on passion. He arched an eyebrow. Passion? Hmm..... "Shut me up?" The roses were slowly put down and he turned. "Tch... Now you make me curious..." He put his hands in his sides and leaned against the work counter behind him with one hip. "Just how would you shut me up, huh?" He cocked his head.
"How about something hard and painful up your damn ass!?" Aya snapped, tone vicious.
Now it was Yohji's turn to stare. Did he really hear what he just heard? Assessing the redhead's aggressive stance he had some real quick thinking to do, and a fast revision of some previously made conclusions. Damn, he'd been so wrong... And suddenly he felt unsure, almost frightened - and excited at the same time.
"Ah now, that wouldn't shut me up," he said with a teasing smile and cocked his head, "rather have me scream for more..." His eyes widened the slightest bit in shock. That hadn't sounded like the joke it was intended to be. Damn! What the hell... He waved his hand in dismissal and quickly turned away. "I had a girlfriend once who was into that sort of thing... She could never shut me up, either. Tried everything but..."
He didn't get to finish. After a split second of stunned immobility Aya crossed the room in an instant, grabbed Yohji's shoulder hard and spun him around. He couldn't take any more!! With a bruising force that expressed all his bottled up frustration his mouth descended on the older man's soft lips. His body pressed against the tall slender frame, pushing him away from the counter and against the wall beside it. Strong hands caught Yohji's wrists and pinned them effortlessly to either side of his head. Yohji's struggle and the low moan's of protest were lost on Aya as he forced the other to open up to him.
Yohji's head was spinning. Oh shit!! What the hell is he doing?!? He pushed against Aya, but even though he was taller, he had no chance. Ken could take him down in an instant - and Aya had so much more hidden strength than the younger athlete. His thin, almost frail looking body was a deceiving facade for steely, well toned muscles with unbelievable power. Yohji felt himself giving in as images of moonlight playing over ivory skin invaded his mind. A moan rose in his throat. What the fuck is going on... Willingly he opened his lips to Aya's aggressive exploration.
He's willing... The thought flashed through Aya's conscious mind and suddenly a whole different kind of frustration raged through him. He's willing! With a low growl he pressed in harder, feeling the other's beginning arousal pressing against his own hardening flesh. All this time! Wasted! His move on Yohji became more rough, punishing, as he squeezed both wrists into one vise like grip above Yohji's head, the other hand ripping his shirt open to possessively roam over Yohji's chest. His head lowered, lips and tongue leaving a searing path down the column of Yohji's throat, teeth scraping delicate skin. The low moan from the older man only fueled the anger driven passion and with a sudden move Aya jerked Yohji's body around and pushed him forward against the work counter, bending him over the edge.
Yohji gasped, stunned by the brutal force, but excited all the same. Aya had captured his hands behind his back in a strong grip, leaving him no chance to support his weight. His cheek scraped over the rough surface of the work counter, soil smearing his skin, flower cuttings tangling in his hair. He moaned again, half-hearted protest turning to an involuntary plea for more as he felt Aya's fingers slipping into the waistband of his jeans. Unconsciously he pushed back, grinding his backside into Aya's groin, anticipating the groan from the redhead's lips.
By the time Aya's hand had reached his front and closed around his throbbing cock Yohji had given up on questioning what was happening and why. His body told him clearly he wanted this. His reeling mind, previously full of fantasies of taking Aya, now quickly adapted to a different set of images - still including the writhing body of the redhead underneath him, but then - feeling Aya inside him...
The moans from Yohji, his quickened breath and his jerk against him, made Aya even more furious. Why hadn't he made his move sooner? Why had Yohji never let anything slip about not being so damn straight as everybody thought? Swiftly he ripped Yohji's jeans down, not in the mood for tenderness. He had wanted this for so long!
Breathing hard in anticipation Yohji fumbled to kick his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans. Still bent low over the work counter he presented his creamy white buttocks. It wasn't like he'd done this hundreds of times before, he had some experience, mostly from early curiousity and later fooling around, and the least of these encounters had ended with him on the bottom, but he knew what was expected. Nevertheless, he didn't consciously think about it, he just did it. And Aya was more than eager to take what was offered, no questions asked.
It never occurred to Aya that he let go of his captivating grip on Yohji's wrists when he reached for the hand lotion by the sink without ever stopping the strokes on the other man's hardness. And the thought of getting away at that chance never even crossed Yohji's mind. He just brought his arms forward and propped his elbows on the countertop, allowing himself to support his weight - and push back against Aya more, hips twitching back and forth between driving himself up into the sheath of Aya's hand and pressing his cheeks against the redhead's rock hard member.
Aya groaned deep in his throat at the assault, his pants far too tight for comfort. Yohji whimpered for the loss when Aya stopped his ministrations, even though it was mere seconds, just long enough to free his own straining hardness. With the other hand he flipped the cap from the bottle of lotion, squeezing the bottle until the cool liquid poured over his fingers. Looking down on Yohji's back with hazed violet eyes, Aya ran his slickened fingers between the parted cheeks, a twist of his hips spreading Yohji's legs even further. Damn... the sight of the slender body writhing so willingly beneath him was driving him out of his mind! Roughly he pushed one finger into the tight entrance, feeling Yohji stiffen with pain at the sudden intrusion, but Aya didn't care. He couldn't wait much longer. Skillfully he kept the focus of the other man on what was going on in front with varying pressure in his strokes, fingers curling more or less around the heated shaft, thumbing the head and falling away once in a while to brush back and close over the sack. Meanwhile the finger in Yohji's ass circled, widening and softening the tight ring of muscles, then was accompanied by a second finger, stretching more, then a third... Probing as deep inside as his fingers could reach, Aya tested how ready Yohji was to be filled with more than that, then he quickly withdrew the fingers and placed the head of his rigid length to the entrance, pushing into the tight passage. A deep groan drifted from his lips and his head fell back as he was momentarily dazed by the sensation.
Yohji jumped at the feeling of being completely filled. It sprang to his attention with the piercing quality of stabbing pain. A strangled cry was torn from his chest and he muffled it by biting down on his forearm. For a moment he saw a red haze, then, as sudden as the pain had flared up it was replaced by a sweet ache as Aya began to move inside him, striking some dark node deep within him he never knew he had... The sound of anguish turned into the low moan of pure lust and then into the loud, rhythmic groans of almost unbearable pleasure. "Yes... yes... yes! yesss!!! YEEESSSS!!!!"
Aya felt the other man falling in with his rhythm, thrusting into his hand, pushing forcefully back against his hips, taking Aya deeply inside him, impaling himself completely on the penetrating shaft. Aya's breath came in hard, ragged gasps, hips and hands thrusting in unison. His furious anger became unimportant as his passion built up into a swirling haze of uncontrolled pleasue and pain throbbing in his groin. Yohji's increasing pace though, his cries, his apparent pleas for more, shown in voice and action, all these signs of his willingness despite the initial resistance forced themselves into Aya's conscious mind painfully. So much time wasted! So much anguish he'd gone through! So much fear of being stripped of his dignity if he ever let something slip! For nothing! "Damn you!" he groaned, again and again thrusting into the slick passage of Yohji's rear with impatient force, deeper and deeper, burying himself to the root. "You damn bastard! You damn fucking bastard!! Aaaahhh!!!" He cried out as the world exploded into blurring light and colors. His fingers clenched painfully around his lover's member, jerking him over the edge as well, just as his hips twitched in the shocks of his orgasm. Yohji's ragged cry of release mingled with Aya's as he reared up and spilled his seed on the counter beneath him, feeling the redhead's spurts of hot liquid filling him with tongues of fire. The convulsive twitch of Aya's body halted as every muscle stiffened on the height of his climax before slumping into complete relaxation.
Yohji felt the weight of the redhead on his back, felt the eartails and bangs brushing over his skin and his hot, heavy breath fanning against his neck. It sent shivers down his spine, a thrilling aftermath accompanying the ripples of ecstasy lingering in his limbs weakened by post-orgasmic lassitude. It had been a rough ride, but he felt good. So damn good. Fucking shit! Why hadn't he just said something?! Why the hell had Aya never mentioned anything?!?! "Since when, Aya...?" he heard himself whisper between gasping breaths.
The red haired assassin didn't answer. He pushed himself up and withdrew from Yohji. With almost the same cold efficiency he executed in a mission he grabbed a cloth, wet it and cleaned himself before sorting out his clothes, then he washed the cloth and tossed it over to Yohji. Straightening his slender but powerful frame he glared down at Yohji, violet eyes on fire. "You were willing," he suddenly stated, obviously not relating to Yohji's question. His voice and expression seemed cold and devoid emotion.
Yohji had awkwardly caught the cloth as he turned around to sit on the edge of the work counter. With a small gasp he reconsidered and decided standing was more comfortable than putting weight on his rear right now. He wiped down his front and stepped up to the sink. Aya didn't move from where he stood right beside the sink. Their bodies brushed. "I know. I was there," Yohji said flatly.
"You're not straight." Another cold statement. But Yohji heard the accusation in the redhead's deep voice. He almost smiled. "And you made a cruel game out of it!"
"I didn't know that," the taller man replied softly, truthfully to the first accusation, not so truthful in the second account. He indeed had intended to play a game to prod Aya into revealing his secret preference. He'd played with fire, he knew now, and he'd lost and won at the same time. "You could've said something, Aya." Calmly he washed out the cloth and continued cleaning himself. He had a lot more work to do than Aya...
The redhead pressed his lips to a thin line. He said nothing, but the unspoken words 'And make a laughingstock out of myself??' literally radiated from the stiff posture and unmoving features. Yohji dropped the cloth into the sink and turned towards Aya. Without warning he took his face in his hands. "You're positively beautiful when you're mad..." he said quietly. Aya was taken aback, and he found himself unable to move. "I wonder how much more beautiful you are when you smile... really smile..." Yohji knew they'd all had seen a brief glimpse of it in the tower of Eszet, when he had revealed his true identity to Sakura. And suddenly he wished Aya would smile like that for him... Quickly he put on his pants, then looked at Aya again.
"Let's go upstairs... and do this properly..."