Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ You're So Damn Hot ❯ Kill Them All ( Chapter 3 )

“You're So Damn Hot”

Part 3: Kill Them All

By: Omni-sama

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Ratings, warnings, disclaimers, etc. found in first chapter.

 

Note: I failed to explain the term last chapter, but a kissaten is a coffee shop-type thing.

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“You know, Ken was acting very jealous earlier,” said Aya as he and Yohji walked back from Manaitaya. It had been a very enjoyable evening out, filled with the best conversation and eye candy Yohji had ever had the chance of enjoying during any of his dates.

 

“Oh, so you noticed?” He was surprised that Aya actually noticed just how jealous Ken had gotten at the shop when Yohji asked Aya out for dinner. In all honesty, Yohji thought Aya had a talent for being oblivious to people's feelings when they were directed towards him.

 

“It was difficult not to notice. The entire time we were at the kissaten, he did his damnedest to convince me not to go out with you tonight.” Aya frowned as he related that bit of information, his eyes focused distantly ahead while they walked.

 

Yohji laughed a little and shook his head. That was a bad move on Ken's part, he thought to himself. It wasn't a good idea to annoy the hell out of the person you want to woo in your attempt to get them to ignore the other suitors. Really, it was much better to distract their attentions away from the suitors by demonstrating that what you had to offer was much better. “Well, I'm glad you didn't listen to him. I had a really nice time tonight.” He offered Aya a warm, genuine smile and was pleased to find it returned for a few seconds. But then Aya was frowning again, and Yohji did his best not to let that deter him.

 

“It isn't fair to Ken, though. It seems like his feelings are very strong.” Yohji didn't like the direction Aya was taking this conversation.

 

“Actually, I'm pretty sure it's just a crush or something,” he attempted to assure the redhead. Part of him felt bad for disregarding any feelings Ken might have, but the rest of him didn't care as long as it got him one step closer to having Aya for himself. “I, on the other hand, am very serious.”

 

Aya's brows came together in thought, his eyes still focused on some distant thing. Yohji was just glad that he wasn't getting yelled at for his last comment. “Was that what the yelling was about in the shop? Was it about our dinner plans?” Aya eventually asked.

 

“Yeah, kind of.” Yohji scratched at the back of his neck guiltily.

 

“I don't want to come between you two…”

 

Panic gripped Yohji as he realized that Aya would probably refuse to be with either of them just to prevent hostilities. He couldn't let that happen! Aya had to be his, dammit! “You don't have to worry,” he frantically reassured, “He and I can work through this. Everything will be fine.” Aya stopped walking, and it took Yohji two steps to realize this before he also stopped and turned to face his companion. “What's wrong?”

 

“If you really are that serious about him, then you shouldn't hurt him by taking me out like this as if it was a date. Whether or not you think it's just a crush for him doesn't matter. It's obvious that he has feelings for you, Yohji.”

 

Cars drove by, schoolgirls on the opposite side of the street giggled as they walked together, two huge black crows landed on a power line overhead and cawed loudly, and Yohji just stared at Aya in shock. Approximately fifteen seconds later, the tall blond man burst out into a fit of near-hysterical laughter that almost caused him to double over onto the sidewalk. “What's so funny!” demanded Aya, even as he grabbed Yohji's shoulder gently with one hand to prop the laughing man up.

 

“You think…! You thought—! Oh god! Me? Ken? Me and Ken? As in together? Oh… Oh, that's just beautiful! Oh god!” Tears were forming at the corners of Yohji's eyes and his full stomach started hurting from all the laughter.

 

“Yohji, shut up and tell me what the fuck you're going on about!”

 

“I can't—” he paused to release another peal of laughter, “I can't shut up and tell you something! If I shut up, I can't talk, right?”

 

“Kudou!”

 

Doing his best to calm his laughter to occasional giggles, Yohji pulled himself upright and wiped at his eyes. “Sorry, sorry… It's just, that was the funniest fucking thing I've heard in a while…”

 

“I fail to see why it was so goddamn amusing. I'm being serious here! It's not right for you to hurt Ken's feelings like—goddammit, Yohji, stop laughing!”

 

Aya's words had sent him into another fit, but he quickly got his laughter back under control again. “Aya, you don't seem to understand. Ken's jealous, yeah, but he's jealous over you, not over me.”

 

A blank and confused look covered Aya's face. “What?”

 

“Ken has a crush on you. He's pissed because I'm after you, too.”

 

Dark purple eyes slowly closed and opened again in an exaggerated blink. “What?”

 

Letting out a sigh, Yohji gently took Aya by the arm and pulled him along so they could continue walking. “I didn't think you were that oblivious, Fujimiya. I'll explain it again. Ken has a crush on you. He wants to date you and other things that I don't really want to think about because it will just get me angry. I'm also very interested in you, which I thought I made obvious recently what with the devoting so much time to you, and talking with you more, and asking you out. I mean, I know the offer for a blowjob that one night evidently wasn't enough of an indicator for you concerning my extreme interest, but I thought at least the wooing practices would be.”

 

Aya glared at him, though he still hadn't pulled his arm free from Yohji's grip as they continued walking. “You offered to give me a blowjob because you're a slut, Kudou.”

 

Yohji grit his teeth and took a deep breath through his nose. “No, Aya, I'm not. I've dated a lot, yes, but I don't sleep with everyone I take out. For your information, I haven't had sex in several months.”

 

“Months? Really? No wonder you started hitting on teammates.”

 

“Yes, months,” Yohji repeated, doing his best not to get frustrated with his companion and the insults that he was receiving. “I also haven't been dating much, if any, in all that time. I stopped when I realized that none of them were what I wanted. Every time I went out with someone, I would be sitting there the entire time thinking about you.”

 

Beside him, Aya had fallen silent. Glancing at the man, Yohji saw that Aya was giving him a look of shocked disbelief. Suddenly he started to feel a bit nervous, which was very out of character for him. Perhaps he had been reading things wrong with Aya. Just because Aya thought he was hot and bought his favorite cake for him, didn't mean that he was interested in him. No, he told himself, shaking free of his nervousness, Aya wanted him. Aya wanted him bad. …Right?

 

The Koneko was up ahead, and Yohji breathed a sigh of relief as he quickened his pace, his hand still gently holding Aya's arm and so forcing the redhead to speed up as well. Aya still hadn't said a word, and Yohji didn't know what to say to inspire any. Perhaps it meant that he should just retreat from this battle, grateful for the ground he did manage to gain even while he hadn't quite achieved victory.

 

They turned down the alley beside the Koneko in order to get to the back door which led to the residential part of the building. Once they reached the door, Yohji finally let go of Aya's arm so that he could punch in the security codes as well as manually unlock it with a key. The key, however, fell with a chime to the cement instead of reaching the lock. Yohji's breath was knocked out of him as he felt his back forcefully hit the brick wall beside the door. Suddenly Aya was there, pinning him against the brick with an arm pressed tightly against Yohji's collarbone. “Aya, what the hell—”

 

“Don't fuck around with me, Kudou,” Aya practically snarled in Yohji's face, “I'm not that fucking easy. You think all you have to do is take me to dinner and feed me some pretty words, and then I'm yours for the goddamn taking? Is that it?”

 

Yohji blinked wide-eyed at Aya, confused as to where this sudden shift in attitude came from. “No. Fuck no! Aya, I'm willing to go as slow as you want with things, to prove to you that I'm serious.”

 

“Serious? About what? We went out to dinner, Yohji. As friends. I'm not your boyfriend, nor did I ask to be. You just automatically assume that because you're attractive that I'd want to be in a relationship with you? Is that it?” Violet eyes promising death glared heatedly into frightened green.

 

“No! Yes! No! I mean, usually if you find someone attractive, you're more likely to be interested in that person, right? So, when I found out that you thought I was hot, part of me dared to hope that maybe I stood a fucking chance with you!” Yohji squirmed, trying to pry Aya off of him. “Jesus, Aya, let me go!”

 

Ignoring the useless squirming and the command, Aya continued to keep Yohji pinned. “You said you're serious. How serious?”

 

“What?” Yohji was too distracted with trying to free himself and avoid death to fully pay attention to the question.

 

“I asked how serious you are.”

 

“What do you mean how serious?”

 

“You tell me! You're the one who said you're serious!”

 

“Fuck! Yes, I'm serious, Aya. I'm really, really serious. Serious enough to be celibate for months just because I want you, even before finding out that you find me attractive. Serious enough to want to punch Ken's lights out for inadvertently getting in my way.”

 

“Serious enough to keep it in your pants when it comes to everyone else besides me?”

 

“The hell! I just said that! I've been faithful to you for months, even though we aren't even in a rela—mmph” Yohji was unable to complete the sentence, because he found that he couldn't articulate very well with two tongues in his mouth. The arm that had been at his collarbone was gone, making room for Aya to press his body flush against Yohji's and pin him that way instead.

 

As they eventually ended the kiss, panting softly into each other's mouths, Aya pulled back further to reveal a smug smile. “You really thought I was pissed?” he asked with amusement and a hint of taunting.

 

“You weren't? The hell was that about, then?” Yohji wasn't sure if he should be upset, angry, or blissfully happy. The only thing he knew for sure was that he wanted another kiss.

 

Aya chuckled, and it was a low and sensual sound that Yohji had never heard him make. The body pinning him to the wall shifted, rubbing against him slowly and suggestively. “So you really do think I'm sexy?” Obviously Aya was simply going to ignore Yohji's demand for an explanation, and instead focus on words that Yohji had said the night they were drinking. Obviously he expected Yohji to keep up with his derailed train of thought, despite having just kissed the blond man senseless.

 

“Obviously,” Yohji moaned out as he rolled his hips away from the wall in order to press them against Aya's. He watched as Aya's eyes fell closed and the man's breathing picked up. Repeating the action caused Aya to groan and melt against him, resting his head on Yohji's shoulder. No longer having the full force of Aya pinning him to the wall, Yohji wrapped his arms around the redhead and pushed away from the brick so that he could turn them around and switch their places. Aya didn't seem to have any objections to the reversal, and even parted his legs to allow Yohji to work his thigh between them. “Oh god,” gasped Yohji as he watched and felt Aya rub against his thigh. “We need to get inside. To my room. Now.”

 

“No one's out here…” Aya's hands moved to push Yohji's shirt up and expose his torso, caressing every inch he managed to reveal.

 

Letting out a laugh, Yohji grabbed Aya's wrists and pinned them against the wall to either side of his head. “Did you just take some aphrodisiacs while I wasn't looking or something? Where is all of this coming from?”

 

It was evident that Aya was trying to glare, but the smile lingering on his lips spoiled the effect. “Seriously, Yohji, have you seen yourself? If so, try to imagine being me and having to watch you every fucking day as you strut about in those short shirts and tight pants. Dammit, if you had told me sooner how you felt about me we could have been fucking all those months of celibacy.”

 

Yohji's brows nearly disappeared into his hairline. “I had no idea you felt that way towards me, otherwise of course I would have told you sooner. Besides, I tried to tell you the other night and you rejected me, calling me a fucking slut.”

 

“That's because you are a slut.”

 

“Excuse me?” It was so very difficult not to glare at Aya for that comment, despite how incredibly delicious he looked pinned against the wall and riding Yohji's thigh. “You're the one that's coming off as more of a slut, at the moment. Wanting us to fuck right here in the alley.”

 

Yohji's glare was nothing compared to Aya's practiced glare, which was turned up rather high after those words. “I'm not a slut. And I didn't suggest we fuck. I was thinking more along the lines of handjobs.”

 

Biting his lip, Yohji tried his best not to whimper at the thought of him and Aya stroking each other to completion right there in the open. “We aren't going to argue about who's a slut and who isn't. Not right now. Right now we're going to go inside, go up to my room, and do what we both obviously want to do with each other.”

 

The glare melted from Aya's face, to be replaced by a smirk and a leer. “I don't know. I'm not sure I'm in the mood anymore.”

 

Yohji decided he liked this version of Aya. He liked this version of Aya very, very much. Still keeping Aya's arms pinned to the wall, he leaned in and started nipping and kissing at the man's neck. Aya tilted his head to the side and back to accommodate him, once again rubbing against Yohji's thigh and letting out a low hum of pleasure.

 

“Yohji, what the hell are you doing to Aya!” Strong hands suddenly gripped him by his shoulders and tore him away from Aya, tossing him towards the other side of the alley. Stumbling back in confusion, Yohji looked up to see Ken standing there, fists clenched and eyes glaring hard. Aya let out a startled sound and Ken's expression instantly changed, melting into concern, as he turned to face the redhead. “Are you alright, Aya? Did he hurt you?”

 

Aya blinked at Ken as if trying to figure out how he got there and why Yohji wasn't still pressed against him and doing wonderful things to his neck. “Um… What?”

 

“It's ok now, Aya. I'm here. I won't let him attack you again.” Ken moved to Aya's side, taking his hand and caressing his shoulder comfortingly.

 

“Attack!?” squawked Yohji, who was seriously starting to think this entire evening was going to turn out to be some very fucked up dream.

 

Before another word could be said by any of them, the door flew open and a very flushed Omi ran out, eyes wide. “Ken, what are you doing!? Why did you attack Yohji?”

 

“He was trying to rape Aya!” Ken exclaimed, his tone both defensive and accusing at the same time.

 

“Rape!?” Yohji cried out indignantly. “Are you fucking shitting me!?”

 

“Wait, how did you know Ken attacked Yohji, Omi?” Aya, as if ignoring all the other yelling and the accusations of rape being tossed at his potential lover, turned his attention to the youngest member of Weiß.

 

Omi opened and closed his mouth, his already blushing cheeks flaring a deeper red. “Ah. Um. Well, you see… I was on the computer, and the motion-activated cameras at the door were um…well…activated. So, of course I was curious, you know. I mean, I had to make sure it wasn't an enemy or something. So I opened up the surveillance program to check, and um…”

 

“You were watching us make out!?” Yohji seemed almost as alarmed by that as he was about being accused of rape.

 

“So you saw him attack Aya and you didn't do anything!?” Ken's anger only seemed to be growing, made worse by added shock.

 

Glancing at Omi's fly, which had its button undone, Aya glared and crossed his arms. “Oh, I think he was doing something…”

 

At first Yohji stared at the redhead in confusion, before following his meaningful glance. Realization dawned, and he felt himself grow a little ill. “You're shitting me.”

 

“What?” asked Ken, his confusion at least cooling his temper down a little.

 

Also noticing Aya's glance, Omi looked down, meeped, and quickly buttoned his fly. “Um. No, it's not what you think. It's just. Um. It's just… Oh god. Um.”

 

Ken, seeing the action and hearing the nervous stuttering, finally put two and two together and came out with something greater than three but not really less than five. “Omi, you were getting off on Yohji trying to rape Aya!? That's sick!”

 

“I wasn't trying to rape him, you moron!”

 

“Bullshit! I saw you!”

 

“Oh? And did you see the part where Aya was the one who initially pinned me against the wall and kissed me?”

 

“Aya wouldn't do that!”

 

“Actually, he would…” Omi interjected meekly. “I saw it.”

 

“Aya, is this true?” Ken asked desperately, turning to Aya with concerned eyes. Aya, however, wasn't there. “Aya?” They all looked around, but he was nowhere in the alley. There was a slamming sound, and the three of them turned to stare at the now closed door. Omi quickly ran back to the door, bending down to retrieve the key Yohji had dropped so he could unlock and open the door. The action caused Yohji to narrow his eyes in anger as he realized that Omi had to have seen everything from the very start to know where the key would be. The little pervert. Ken was right on Omi's heels as they ran inside, leaving the door partially open so Yohji wouldn't be locked out. He could hear Ken calling out Aya's name, the sound growing more and more faint as the man moved deeper inside.

 

Tilting his head back, Yohji let out a loud, long frustrated cry. One of these days, he told himself, he was going to snap and kill them all. Well, maybe not Aya.

 

…Maybe.

 

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To be continued…