Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Unsinnige Spiele (Foolish Games) ❯ Chapter 6

They reached the second floor and Aya let himself be pulled into Yohji's apartment. He felt like he was dreaming. Soon he'd wake up and find it had all been a fantasy... Or he was hallucinating... That look on Yohji's face had to be an illusion. But what had that been mere moments ago then? Down in the shop? He remembered the disbelief, the anger, the frustration, the need, all turned into pure passion, lust, then release... remembered it so vividly, it couldn't have only been a dream. No, he was sure of it.
And Yohji had been willing...
There had been no need for the brutal force.
If he had only known...
"Come on. Or are you rooted to that spot?" His teasing voice. Oh how he used to hate and love it at the same time - because he wasn't able to act on it. But now... Suddenly a sensual smile played over Aya's lips, an intense fire burning in those stunning violet eyes, as he slowly prowled closer. Yohji gasped, and Aya's smile deepened. Stepping up close to the taller man, the redhead reached out to pull the other's face towards him.
"That better?" he whispered and kissed Yohji, with passion and urgency devoid the angry force. Yohji shivered.
"Much better..." His arms slipped around the redhead's neck, pulling him close and towards the bed. Damn, he'd wanted this as much as Aya... he just hadn't known it like Aya had... He'd had to find out the hard way. No surprise with the short-tempered, forceful nature of the red haired assassin. He just wished he'd read the signs better - and acted on it differently and not so presumptuous. There never had been a shred of femininity in Aya, other than the borrowed name. What in hell had made him jump to those conclusions? It was so obvious now...
Yohji's hands were shaking as he struggled to open Aya's shirt. He'd never been so... nervous? eager? both... He felt Aya's smile against his lips and he opened his eyes and pulled back a bit. An odd, whimpering sound escaped as he took in the expression on his lover's face. Gods, he was so beautiful... even though that definitely was, in Yohji's vocabulary, a word to describe a woman, it was the only one that truly fit... He felt a stinging loss when the smile faded from Aya's lips to be replaced by a frown.
"What?" Aya suddenly felt a cold knot inside. Why was Yohji looking at him like that? As if he was looking at something.... unnatural... Was he waking up now after all? NO! He couldn't bear the thought that he let himself go like that, let his mask slip to reveal his secret, and then... His features began to freeze back into an emotionless mask. But suddenly Yohji reached up and cupped his face, kissing him softly.
"Don't!" he heard him whisper, feeling his lips move upon his own. "I want you... now..."
All of a sudden Yohji wanted to not only see that smile again, no, he wanted to see these usually emotionless ivory features soften in sensual bliss, wanted to feel this battle hardened body melt under his touch. He wanted to seduce Aya, like he himself liked to be seduced...
Slowly, agonizingly so, Yohji eased the shirt off Aya's shoulders, treating every inch of revealed skin with a flutter of small, hot kisses. He nibbled his way along the collarbones and licked down over the smooth chest, revelling in the small gasps his ministrations evoked. He sucked one hardening nipple between his lips and carefully rolled it between his teeth, and the sharp hiss from Aya sent jolts of heat through his own veins. Kiss by kiss Yohji worked his way down over his lover's stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath his questing lips. It was intoxicating, just as the smooth ivory skin, the heat radiating from the slender body, the feeling of the growing hardness against his chest.
Aya's eyes slid shut at the sensations, the feelings that Yohji caused in him were almost too much to bear. He felt his limbs weaken with each tender, sensual touch, and even though he usually hated to show any kind of weakness he was craving for more... He needed more...
Gently Yohji pushed Aya back until he was flat on his back on the bed. Looking down on the redhead, Yohji began to undress himself, slowly, teasing, tantalizing. He sensed Aya's gaze on him, shivers running along his spine at the thought of those violet eyes devouring everything he revealed, and he felt the tension building in his groin. And then those long, slender fingers, that so effortlessly wielded a deadly weapon like a katana, were on his skin, running down his front, hooking into the waistband of his jeans. Once more his pants were jerked down, but this time the hand that closed around his manhood was easy, tugging gently, teasingly. A sigh escaped Yohji's lips and his legs gave out underneath him. With a groan he dropped to his knees on the bed. His hands fumbled with Aya's pants, eagter to release the straining hardness confined there, and once he succeeded, his lips continued their exploration of Aya's body...
The harsh gasp that erupted from Aya's throat was more of a half suppressed cry that broke free when his throbbing length was engulfed in Yohji's hot mouth. He threw his head back violently and his fingers clenched in the sheets. Shaded violet eyes were squeezed shut, but flew open at the sensation of Yohji's tongue running up and down the ridge of his manhood, flicking over the head - and leaving him. "No!" It was a strangled groan, a breathless whisper. "Don't stop!" His hands came up to grasp the other man's arms.
Yohji leaned forward and kissed Aya, shutting him up effectively. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the body lotion still sitting there from days ago. For once he was thankful for not being a fanatically tidy person... Without a word he took Aya's hand and poured some lotion on it, then coated his own hand and closed his fingers around the redhead's manhood again, slowly stroking.
Aya gasped at the coolness of the lotion on his heated flesh, but it dissolved into a voiceless moan when Yohji resumed his ministrations. As if of their own volition his hands moved to cup Yohji's buttocks, his fingers finding the tight hole and attempting to gain entrance. Easily one finger slid inside and worked to prepare for more...
Yohji felt the probing digits enter him and tensed up slightly. But there was no pain this time and Yohji relaxed, opening up. His jade eyes hazed and slid shut at the sensation of one finger after the other filling him, circling, stroking him inside. And suddenly he couldn't stand it any longer. With a loud moan he pulled up, away from the hand and placed the head of Aya's hardness at the widened entrance. Slowly he lowered himself, impaling himself on the rigid length. The brief pain was quickly swept away by a wave of pleasure, as he started rocking and felt Aya thrust up into him.