Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Verbesserung ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Verbesserung




Title: Verbesserung
Author: Tasuki no Miko
Date Written: 7-12-01
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): A x Y
Warning: PWP, shounen ai, yaoi, sap, spoilers
Summary: Yoji's and Aya's POVs, past tense. Yoji goes to Aya the night they
all meet back at the Koneko...
Disclaimer: Is my name Koyasu Takehito? I don't /THINK/ so! ...ahem...we've
been /through/ this...

Prologue:

[Yoji]
The night after the four of us all met at the Koneko, my view of life did a
180. We all slept in our old rooms above the shop. It surprised me
that Aya had- but then again, most things about Aya surprise me. It
surprised me when I fell for Aya. That was why I went to see him that
night. I could tell he was furious and hurting and needed to hurt
someone. It might as well have been me.

[Aya]

I was seeing red when Yoji came to my room that night. My mind was clouded
by rage, which was what caused the events that followed. If Aya-chan
hadn't been taken, I wouldn't have been so angry, but she had been, and I was, so
it happened.

Begin:

[Yoji]

I found myself standing in front of Aya's door that night. I hadn't
planned it. It just happened. I guess I figured there must have been
some reason, so I knocked lightly, twice. "Aya?" There was
a pause.

"Hn."

I interpreted the fact that he acknowledged my
presence as admittance to his room. I turned the knob and stepped
inside. He didn't turned from his spot in front of the open window when I
closed the door behind me. The curtains were blowing and the room was
surprisingly brightly illuminated by the moon and streetlights. Aya was as
beautiful as always. His amethyst eyes contained a cold, slow-burning
wrath.
I crossed the room and stood next to him.
He showed no reaction.
"Aya."
Still nothing.
"I'm sorry about your sister."
His jaw clenched, and he didn't say anything
for a moment. "I don't want your pity," he spat.
"I'm not here to offer pity."
He finally turned to face me, his expression as
cold as ever. "Why /are/ you here?"
I hadn't expected that one. "I...
thought you might want to talk." Hah! Right. That sounded
ridiculous even as I said it. Aya barely spoke under /normal/
circumstances- why would he speak while under such stress?
"I don't." I knew it was going
to happen. I was practically begging for him to lash out at me, masochist
that I am, but it still... stung.
"I just... wanted you to know that- that
if you ever need someone... I'll be there for you."
[Aya]
I could tell that he /did/ really mean what he'd said. I could also
tell that he meant more than what he'd actually stated. It was all there
in his eyes, laid out openly for me to read, even behind his customary
sunglasses. It had almost frightened him to reach out, and my words had
hurt. Even so, he was willing to let me use him in any way, for any sort
of comfort. It was too tempting. I decided to take him up on his
unspoken offer.
I grabbed him by the nape of the neck and
tossed those damned sunglasses aside with my free hand. I pulled his lips
to mine. They were soft and yielding against my own.
To this day I still don't know if Yoji had
intended to take in slow, but I sure as hell had no such intentions.
[Yoji]
I'd offered myself to him, but Aya'd pushed me away. Then he'd kissed my
hard and rough, with no warning whatsoever. He thrust his tongue
possessively between my lips, and I let him. I could see what direction it
was going in: I was going to end up hurt by the end of the night. When you
gonna learn, Kudou? But that was why I'd come. If he needed to hurt
someone, it had to be me.
Aya ravished my mouth, even as he unbuttoned my
shirt and pushed it from my shoulders. The cold air came as a shock
against my bare chest and back. Aya ignored my small gasp of surprise and
lowered his head to the junction of my neck and shoulder. At first, he
just kissed lightly, and I thought maybe things were going in a different
direction. Hesitantly- and it /is/ a rare moment when Kudou Yoji is
hesitant- I reached out with one hand, which I slid beneath Aya's shirt. I
guess that didn't go over well, because he seized my wrist in a crushing grip
and twisted my arm behind my back. He could have broken my arm
easily. Instead, the kisses turned to rough sucking, leaving a mark that
would last for weeks.

Aya seemed satisfied that I'd been punished for
my transgression, and released my wrist. I could have left right then, but
I'd walked into this whole thing fully aware of the consequences. And
Aya... I'd lusted after the gorgeous redhead for an eternity at least... no, I'd
stay for the ride, if you'll excuse the pun.

After sufficiently marking his territory, Aya's
lips left my shoulder and he pushed me backwards. I landed sprawled on his
bed. With a growl, he descended upon me again. He had me pinned
beneath him, one knee pressed firmly between my thighs.

[Aya]

Yoji could have ended it, but as I lay atop him, I knew he'd surrendered to me.

I kisses him again. His mouth was hot and
sweet- and mine. My tongue plundered it forcefully. He eagerly
responded, propping himself up on his elbows in an attempt to deepen the
kiss. I hate it when people are overeager. I pulled back and struck
him across the cheek- not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough to
hurt. He said nothing at this, but squeezed his eyes closed and fell back,
one cheek pressed to the pillow. This didn't conceal the tears that
slipped across his cheeks.

I ignored the pain I'd caused him and hooked
one finger beneath his chin and tilted his head, making him face me. I
continued my treatment of his delicious mouth, thrusting my tongue between
kiss-swollen lips.

After a moment, I kissed my way to his
jaw. "Touch me," I ordered. He ran shaky hands slowly
beneath my shirt, over my chest. I hit him again. "/Touch/
me, damn it!" I hissed. He moved his hands with a confidence that was
probably forced.

"Why does it have to be this way,
Aya?" he whispered, his eyes still closed.

I was filled with outrage and fury. What
right did /he/ have to question anything /I/ did? I'd lost
everything! Everyone I loved!

I grabbed a handful of honey hair and pulled,
causing Yoji to arch his back and tilt his head back. He couldn't quite
keep back the slight whimper of pain that escaped his lips. I didn't
release my hold, but lowered my mouth to the soft, white column of flesh of
Yoji's throat the previous action exposed. I moved up to his chin, leaving
small pink marks in my wake. I sucked roughly on his lower lip.

He had no right to criticize me!

I bit down in my anger, leaving teeth marks in
the previously flawless lips of the man pinned beneath me, drawing tiny drops of
blood.

The brilliant red of Yoji's blood cut through
the dull red fog clouding my mind. I finally realized what I'd been doing
to him as he lay there, tears trickling silently down his cheeks, which were
slightly bruised, head to one side, blood seeping from the bite marks on his
lips.

I drew back, horrified at my actions. I
tried to stand, but stopped when I felt Yoji's hand resting tentatively atop my
own.

"Aya..."

Kuso.

[Yoji]
Aya again settled himself on top of me, but somewhat
uncertainly this time. He tenderly licked where he'd bitten before,
lapping gently at the tiny droplets of blood.
That's the only time I've ever seen Aya try to
make amends.
After a moment of self-torture, he began to
pull away. "Look, Yoji, I-" He wouldn't face me, and he
couldn't seem to find the words he wanted. He seemed ashamed of his
behavior.
"Aya, look at me."
He was reluctant to turn to me, as if he was
afraid of what I'd say. As smoothly eloquent I appear to the women I date,
I still command the simplest forms of expression. I leaned upward and
planted a slow kiss on his lips. Then I lay back.
"Aya. If you were going to say you
feel nothing for me..." I trailed off. I didn't want to even consider
that possibility. I was prepared to do anything for him. If it meant
I could have him, I would have given up my playboy lifestyle. I would
never look at anyone else. It would have been like Asuka never
existed. But if he rejected me...
Aya looked down and bit his lip.
"Yoji..."
My body went limp beneath him. He might
as well have been delivering my fucking death sentence. I made up my mind
then and there to strangle myself as soon as I escaped.
"Yoji... you couldn't be further from the
truth. But look what I..." He leaned down and kissed my cheek,
them down to my jaw, where a bruise was beginning to form. Relieved that
he hadn't rejected me, I wrapped one arm securely around Aya's waist while
stroking his wine colored hair. Such thick, silky hair. The color of
fire but cool to the touch.
"Shh.." I murmured. "It's
nothing."
"It is something, though." His
lips were close to my ear. I could feel his hot breath. "Let me
make it up to you," he continued, his deep, smooth voice now a husky
whisper. "Let me thrill you."
My God! Aya talking that way... I would have
thought that'd give him a nosebleed!
"Kami-sama... Aya..." I could
feel all coherent thought slipping from my mind at the sensation of Aya sucking
lightly on my earlobe, and then that of his tongue in the shell of my ear.
Perhaps things had changed after all...
[Aya]
I kissed Yoji's cheek, tasting the salty
sweetness of his tears. Tears I'd caused. /My/ tears. I
sat up slightly and moved to straddle his thighs, admiring the irresistible body
of the playboy beneath me. His well-muscled, but not over-muscled, chest
was covered with a thin film of perspiration, which only served to deliciously
enhance the soft contours. I bent down and licked around one nipple, until
I felt his hands in my hair, urging me to stop teasing. I relented
and took it into my mouth, sucking hard and savoring his taste. Yoji
arched his back again, this time in pleasure.
"Ah- fu- I-" Yoji's hands left my
hair and moved to grip my shoulders. Then he pulled my shirt up and over
my head, forcing me to end my ministrations. He lay back against then, his
deep jade eyes searching my face. After trying not to, he gave me a
careful once-over. "You're beautiful, Aya..." He ran his
long, slender hands gently over my chest. I arched into his touch.
Shit. The heat pooling at my groin was demanding attention.
I lay back down on him and kissed him
again. I ran my hand down his side and rested it in the slight curve of
his hip. My other hand moved to the button of his pants. Suddenly,
he pulled his mouth from mine.
"A-are you sure?" His voice was
a delicious whisper.
"Only if you are."
[Yoji]
I was as sure as all hell. Aya
reached up and brushed my hair off my face and traced one finger over my
bottom lip, waiting for a response. I captured his fingertip in my mouth,
sucking lightly. He took the hint and unbuttoned my tight jeans. I
lifted my hips obligingly and he slid them off. Only
then did it occur to me that Aya was wearing /way/ too much
clothing. I took care of this quickly. Damn. The rest of him
was as delicious as my earlier preview. And now, onto our feature
presentation...

Suddenly, the full weight of the situation hit
me: I (naked) was lying under the leader of Weiß (also naked) about to... about
to...

[Aya]

I leaned down to kiss Yoji, when I realized
that he seemed to be panicking. I kissed him lightly on the mouth and then
the cheek, lips just barely grazing his skin.

"Have you ever done this with another
guy?" I asked gently.

"N- No..." he faltered.

"Don't worry," I soothed. "Just
relax."

He looked uncertain, but seemed to trust
me. I kissed him in full this time, while reaching over to fumble in the
drawer of my small nightstand. I pulled out a small tube of KY.
Still kissing him, I coated my index finger with some of the lube. Yoji
noticed this, but ignored it. I think he had no idea as to what was about
to happen, but he still won't admit it.

I opened my mouth to Yoji's tongue, letting him
take control for a moment. Then I broke the kiss.

"Spread your legs."

I resumed kissing him in an attempt to draw his
attention away from the discomfort he was about ot feel.

I found his opening quickly, and inserted my
finger in one smooth motion, stretching his virgin passage. Yoji pulled
away from my mouth.

"Aya! Wha- What're you doing?" he
gasped.

I kissed him softly. "Shh... you don't
want it to hurt, do you?"

He shook his head wordlessly. I smiled,
stroking his hair. Yoji's naïveté on the subject of homosexual sex was
actually quite endearing, if surprising. I guess he really had been as
straight as he'd looked, but... still.

I removed my finger and added a second, working
them carefully into him. He squirmed uncomfortably. Shit, with him
writhing under me, it was hard to concentrate...

I moved my fingers carefully, searching for
that one spot that would drive him crazy. Suddenly, his expression turned
from one of pain to ecstasy, head back. I thrust my fingers against that
one spot a few times in a wordless promise of what was to come. Then I
pulled out.

"Turn over."

Obediently, he rolled onto his stomach. I
pulled him up so he was supporting himself on his knees and forearms. I
knelt behind him.

"You ready?"

[Yoji]

Damn. I was /very/ ready
(understatement of the century). He was so close, the tip of his erection
nudging against my opening... speech was becoming difficult.

"Dammit... take me already!"

He chuckled at this, but obliged. He
grasped my hips, thrusting slowly forward, going a little deeper with each
thrust. It hurt at first, as his erection made its way past my ring of
muscle, but then he brushed some spot deep inside me that made me see
stars.

"Aya-a!" I couldn't keep from
groaning his name. He started to pull out, alarmed.

"Did I hurt-"

"No!" I thrust my hips backward,
taking him all the way in.

[Aya]

Yoji seemed quick to accept this form of
pleasure. I reached around to his erection, driving him crazy. He
thrust forcefully into the tight ring of my hand, in a torturous counterpoint rhythm
to my driving into his tight heat. God, I new I wouldn't last long; I
could tell he was coming close to the edge too.

"Aya... harder..."

I complied, gripping his hips and slamming into
him. After-- well, I couldn't say how long it was; time seemed to melt
together, surrendering in the face of our rhythm-- a bit, I new I wouldn't last
any longer. With a singular cry of his name, I lost all control. I
came deep inside him, and he came in my hand. Panting, I planted light
kisses over his shoulder.

"Wo ai ni, Yoji."

[Yoji]

/Wo ai ni./ Three simple words... but
they meant so much. At that moment, I became Kudou Yoji: ex-playboy.
I also realized something: things had definitely changed for the better.

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