Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ You're So Damn Hot ❯ Gigolo ( Chapter 1 )

“You're So Damn Hot”

Part 1: Gigolo

By: Omni-sama

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Rated: NC-17 (for later chapters, mostly)

Warnings: Language, sexual situations, possible mild spoilers

Disclaimer: WK belongs to Koyasu and Project Weiß, not me.

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“You know what your problem is, Yohji?” Aya asked as he lifted up his half finished beer can.

 

Yohji blinked from where he sat in the armchair, not entirely sure what to make of the inebriated redhead sitting on the couch. “Um… No, Aya… What's my problem?” And problem with what, he asked himself silently as he took a sip from his own can.

 

“You're too damn hot, and you fucking know it.” Dark violet eyes glared at him a little before their gaze was obstructed by a can as Aya tossed back the rest of his beer.

 

Wait, what? The blond sat in stunned silence as the younger man crushed the can with one hand and let it drop amongst the growing pile of others. Did Aya just say what he thought he said?... “I'm what?”

 

The violet eyes glared at him again, though their intensity had long ago been diluted with alcohol. “You heard me.”

 

“Uh...ok… So, what was the problem?” He really was genuinely confused. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to talk the other man into tossing back a few beers with him… The usually pissy, stoic leader seemed to turn into a very confusing, pissy drunk.

 

“The problem is that you're too damn hot for your own good. Everyone fucking wants you. It causes problems. Especially since you know you're hot and you take advantage of it sometimes.”

 

“I…? When? Wait, who wants me? What the fuck are you talking about?” He barely managed to reach over and pull the fresh beer can out of Aya's hand and set it aside before the man could open it. Yohji really didn't think Aya needed anymore tonight… Of course, he received another glare for his actions.

 

“Everyone. They want you and you know it, so you use it to your advantage.”

 

“Everyone who? And when have I ever done that!” Yeah, he wasn't going to ever try this drinking thing with Aya again. He had hoped it would loosen the man up some, get him to relax. It seemed to only make him angry, though… Not only angry, but angry at Yohji, though fuck if he knew why.

 

“Everyone everyone. And you did it earlier today! You were supposed to run deliveries, but you didn't feel like it. So, you sweet-talk Ken into doing it for you.” Aya looked around for another beer, but Yohji had successfully moved them all out of the man's reach.

 

“Ken doesn't want me, you idiot. I asked him for a favor, one which I'll repay sometime.”

 

Aya snorted in disbelief and looked back at Yohji. “And just what kind of favor are you going to give him in return, huh?”

 

Yohji blinked again. Did Aya just imply that he…? “Are you calling me a whore?”

 

Opening his mouth to respond, Aya paused and his brows crinkled together in confused thought. “Can men be called whores?... Or, is there another word for men…”

 

“Gigolo. So, you're calling me a gigolo, or man-whore…” That settled it, no more drinking with Aya.

 

“Just saying you abuse the power you have on people because of your looks.” Shrugging, Aya leaned back into the couch and laid his arms out along the top of the couch back.

 

“And I'm just saying that you read way too much into that. I'll run Ken's deliveries sometime when he doesn't feel like it or can't. I'm not going to take him into the back and blow him or something just because he took over my deliveries for me. Fuck, Aya… I had no idea you thought so goddamn low of me.” It really wasn't sitting well with him, either… He liked Aya, though he never really understood quite why. The man was usually a cold bastard. Still, Yohji had thought he'd seen glimpses of something else in Aya. He thought that deep down the redhead was really a kind, caring person. And, well…since alcohol has been known to get rid of inhibitions and all that, he thought maybe it would break down the man's walls for a little bit and help him get to know the real Aya. If this was the real Aya, though… Well then, he could probably do without meeting him again.

 

“So, if you wouldn't take him in the back and blow him because he took over your deliveries, what exactly would it take?”

 

“Huh?” Yohji felt himself be torn between confusion and anger, since the rest of what he said after the blowing comment seemed to pass right over the redhead. And why exactly was Aya caught up on that part, anyway?

 

Turning dark eyes to fasten on Yohji again, Aya stared at him with a different kind of intensity than before. Or, at least Yohji thought it looked a little different. Perhaps it was just his imagination, though. Or wishful thinking… “I asked,” started Aya, interrupting Yohji's internal musings, “What exactly it would take to get you to take a person into the back and blow him.”

 

To say he was dumbfounded would be an understatement. Shocked, confused, bewildered, none of those quite reached what he was feeling. “You uh…why do you want to know?”

 

With a nonchalant shrug, Aya tilted his head back to rest on the back of the couch and stare blankly up at the ceiling. “Curiosity.”

 

Curiosity? Interesting…very interesting. Suddenly Yohji started to revise his opinions about a drunk Aya. “Well, it wouldn't be because of a favor, that's for sure. If I took someone into the back to blow him, it would have to be because I thought he was hot and I wanted to blow him.”

 

Aya continued to stare at the ceiling, appearing to be turning that over in his head. “I see. But I thought you were straight…”

 

“Goddammit you make no sense, Aya. How can you accuse me of being a man-whore performing sexual favors for other men one moment then call me straight the next? Sounds like you've got some pretty contradictory opinions of me in that pretty red head of yours.”

 

Picking his head off the couch back, Aya flashed another glare at Yohji. “I'm not `pretty.'”

 

“Fine. In that sexy red head of yours, then. Better?”

 

The glare vanished as Aya's eyes widened slightly. “You think I'm sexy?”

 

“Well, yeah. A guy'd have to be a blind eunuch not to find you hot.” Shit. Yohji realized what he'd said only after saying it. Seems he forgot that alcohol tends to make him a tad bit too honest…

 

Aya gave another snort of disbelief and laid his head back again. “See? You really are a slut. You'll flirt with anyone, whether you mean it or not. Well, I won't help boost your already overly-inflated ego by swooning in response or anything… Try someone else.”

 

“Fuck, Aya, the hell's your problem? Just what did I ever do to you that merits this kind of verbal abuse?” As if he was the kind of man who needed ego boosting! Bah! He was Kudou Yohji, sex on legs.

 

“Then there was that time with Schuldig…” And shifting gears again… Yohji scrunched up his face in confusion as he attempted to follow the other man's subject jumps.

 

“Huh? What time with Schuldig? The fuck does Schuldig have to do with anything?”

 

“That one mission… You know… Where he had hold of you, your arm pulled and twisted behind your back…” Yeah, Yohji could remember. Schuldig had pinned his left arm between Yohji's back and the German's front, gripping the wrist of the other arm and holding it out to the side. His left shoulder suddenly had a little phantom pain at the memory.

 

“Yeah, what of it?”

 

“He was going to kill you… But then he pressed himself against you, had the most obscene smile on his face, and let you go.”

 

“And that's my fault how? He was the one rubbing on me! It's not like I propositioned him or anything.” Again, what the fuck was Aya's problem? He was acting almost like a…. “Why do you care anyway, Aya? You jealous?” When Aya lifted his head again to shoot an even darker glare, Yohji smirked. Bingo. “Well well well… I had no idea, Ayan…” He purred the pet name and leaned forward in his chair. “So, when you thought I'd take Ken into the back and blow him, you were really wishing I'd do that to you, eh?”

 

Cheeks that had already been rosy-tinted because of the alcohol flushed even darker. They almost matched his hair, Yohji mused as he leered at the man. “Shut up, Yohji.” Despite the glare and the lingering threat in those words, Yohji felt himself grin.

 

“You know, Aya… I haven't actually been with anyone in a while… Believe it or not, but I do have restraint. I don't just want to fuck everything on two legs, you know…”

 

“What, you like four legs, too?”

 

Taking a deep breath, Yohji had to remind himself that Aya was just lashing out in order to protect himself. If he could just push past those walls a bit more, then he'd finally be able to….oh hell yeah… Slowly he slipped out of the chair and walked on his knees the short distance to the couch, positioning himself in front of Aya. “No… I'm saying that I don't just go around fucking or wanting to fuck everyone. In fact, I have rather select tastes… Especially recently…” Cautiously, Yohji lifted his hands and placed them on Aya's knees.

 

The redhead's muscles tensed beneath Yohji's hands. “What are you doing?”

 

Ever so slowly, the hands slid their way up Aya's thighs. “It may not be the back, but…”

 

Yohji looked up to see wide purple eyes staring back at him. “Are you fucking serious? You really are a slut…”

 

“Are you saying you don't want it?” His hands reached Aya's hips and wandered inward, finding the fly of his slacks. The only sign of resistance from the redhead was in the way his body continued to tense up. Nimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper, pressing the flaps aside to provide a clear view of the gray briefs beneath. “Funny,” Yohji smirked, “I always pictured you a boxers man…”

 

A strong, pale hand was suddenly pressing at Yohji's forehead, pushing him away. “Stop it.” Tearing his gaze away from the briefs, he looked up to find Aya glaring at him again, but there was something different about his expression. Yohji couldn't quite identify the emotion in those eyes, but it was evident that the man was upset. He felt torn. Part of him wanted to continue, taking advantage of the current situation, while part of him wanted to pull away because he never took people who were unwilling.

 

“What's wrong, Aya? Don't you want this?” Somehow he managed to keep the teasing tone out of his voice this time, making it sound disturbingly sincere. The emotion in Aya's eyes shifted for a second, but Yohji was unable to get a good look at the momentary change.

 

“This is exactly what I was talking about earlier. You don't want me, you're just joking around. Stop it. Just because you're attractive it doesn't mean you can just use people.” The hand on his forehead pressed harder, suddenly pushing him back until he lost his balance and ended up sprawled out over the coffee table. Yohji winced, the angled edge of the table digging into his back. Taking advantage of the blond man's fall, Aya stood up on legs made unsteady by alcohol. Hastily the redhead zipped his pants back up and made his retreat to the stairs, managing to only stumble once.

 

For a moment Yohji felt slightly panicked and almost scrambled to his feet to chase after the man. When he was only half standing he realized that it would do no good to go after Aya right now. With a sigh, he turned and fell back onto the couch. It was for the best, his inner voice told him. He wouldn't want to take advantage of a drunk man, anyway. It would be much better if he was able to seduce a sober Aya. At least now he knew that the redhead found him attractive. Smirking a little, he thought back to what Aya had said. “I'm too hot for my own good, huh? Interesting…”

 

*****

 

The next morning Aya seemed to have no memory of the events that occurred the night before. Yohji figured he either genuinely could not remember because of all the beer he'd had, or he was a damn good actor. He hoped Aya had theatre experience he wasn't telling anybody about, because it would make things a lot more difficult if the man honestly couldn't remember. So, not letting himself be deterred by Aya's supposed amnesia, Yohji set about on the mission he had assigned himself—mission “Seduce Aya.” Ok… So, it wasn't the most original title for a mission… That wasn't the point, though.

 

“Yohji, it's time to make the deliveries!” Omi called from the other side of the shop. Managing to tear his eyes away from Aya, Yohji gave the younger florist a nod of acknowledgement. He was about to grab the keys and head out when a thought occurred to him.

 

Aya had been innocently pruning an African violet when he suddenly felt heat at his back and warm breath wash over his ear. It really was commendable how he managed to not take off one of the small purple blossoms by accident when he was startled. His body tensed and the clippers were clamped tightly in his hand.

 

“Hey, Ayan…” Once again Yohji purred the pet name. “I have a favor to ask…”

 

“Whatever it is, the answer is no.” With great will and determination, Aya managed to clip off another dead leaf, carefully not harming anything else.

 

“Hey… You didn't even hear me out… I was just wondering if you could do my deliveries for me today…”

 

“Ch'… Didn't you skip out on doing them yesterday, too, and even talked Ken into doing them for you? Stop being such a lazy bastard and just do the damn deliveries.”

 

“Come on, Ayan,” Yohji pleaded seductively, pressing closer behind the man, “I'll make it up to you…” Aya's body instantly froze, every muscle tense. Purring softly, Yohji whispered into Aya's ear, “In the back room, in your room, in my room, in any room you want.”

 

“Fucking gigolo.” Aya's elbow met with Yohji's ribs with just enough force to drive him back, but not to really hurt him. Not that Yohji would have minded the pain at that moment. He was too busy grinning.

 

“So you do remember!”

 

“Hn. Don't you have deliveries to make?”

 

Without saying another word, and still grinning like a madman, Yohji grabbed the keys and went to load the deliveries. He could use the time driving around to devise the next action in his little plot. Soon, he told himself, soon he'd have that man begging for him.

 

 

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Tsuzuku