Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ You're So Damn Hot ❯ Real Men Switch ( Chapter 4 )

“You're So Damn Hot”

Part 4: Real Men Switch

By: Omni-sama

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Ratings, warnings, etc found in first chapter

 

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Of all the things to use as their cover, Yohji always wondered why the hell it was the florist industry. Granted, no one would expect a gentle florist of going out at night and killing people, but still! Florists! It was insane. It was the most idiotic, random, totally laughable idea ever. Especially when you consider that they didn't exactly look like people who would have chosen this line of work. Ken was obviously an athlete, looking somewhat out of place cooped up in a shop filled with flowers when he would be much more at home out on a field. Aya lacked the outgoing social skills needed to work retail of any sort, though Yohji supposed people might be able to believe that he had gotten into the business because he liked to study flowers or some bullshit. Yohji knew that he personally didn't exactly look like florist material, but probably looked more like he belonged behind a bar somewhere serving drinks and flirting with patrons. Omi was possibly the only one that wasn't too terribly out of place. He was a student, and most students liked getting part-time jobs after classes so they could buy stuff.

 

Heaving a sigh, Yohji went back to getting the shop ready to open. After making sure everything was set up and ready, he unlocked the metal door and pulled the handle at the bottom to make it roll up and reveal the store clearly to all on the street. Ken was supposed to be helping him open, but he was late. Usually it was the other way around, so he couldn't get too pissed at the man. At least, he couldn't get too pissed at him for that. There were other reasons as to why he should be quite angry with Ken.

 

After the incident in the alley, he hadn't managed to see Aya again that night. That was frustrating and infuriating and it made him worry far more than he probably should have. If his chances with Aya were shot to hell now, he was going to kill Ken. It didn't matter that Kritiker would probably give the order for his own death immediately following. At least he would die with the sweet taste of revenge on his tongue.

 

Thirty minutes after the shop had opened, and Yohji found himself bored out of his mind and still working alone. No one was buying anything or even coming in to browse. It was to be expected, really, considering it was a weekday and most people were rushing off to school or work and in no need of flowers. Since the shop was clean, the flowers pruned, and no arrangements in queue, Yohji started searching through the drawers in the register desk for something to occupy his time. All he managed to find was spare register tape rolls, the clippers they had thought were lost, some candy wrappers, needle nose pliers, a stick of gum, and a box of paperclips.

 

Twenty minutes later, Yohji was finishing the last twist needed to make the hand of his fifth paperclip man. “What are you doing?”

 

The pliers and wire man dropped from his hands and onto the desk as he jumped in surprise. “Aya! Jesus, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack…”

 

After his heart calmed down from the shock, it started picking back up again as he realized who was standing beside him. Aya's eyes displayed a hint of amusement, but there was an underlying uncertainty about him. “Sorry. I was just going to head out to get some breakfast. I didn't feel like cooking this morning. Have you eaten?”

 

Yohji blinked at him for a moment before shaking his head. “Only had a cup of coffee before heading to the shop.”

 

“Hn.” Aya nodded in understanding, though a frown was weighing down his lips in mild disapproval. “I'll get you something to eat, too. Any requests?”

 

So Aya had sought him out to buy him breakfast? Did this mean he still had a chance!? Calm down, Kudou, he scolded himself, it's just breakfast. “Ah… The bakery down the street has really great croissants and danishes. Here, let me give you some money…” But as he started reaching back to retrieve his wallet from his back pocket, Aya wrapped his fingers around his upper arm and stilled the motion.

 

“It's on me. You paid for dinner.”

 

“Yeah, but—”

 

“I said it's on me.” The fingers on his arm went from restraining to almost caressing. “Besides, I want to apologize to you for disappearing last night. I was…angry.”

 

His heart picking up the pace again, Yohji had to swallow hard and take a breath before he could speak. “At me?”

 

Aya shook his head, letting his fingers run down along Yohji's arm slowly before completely releasing him. “No. At everyone but you.”

 

“Then why didn't you open the door when I knocked? Or answer your phone when I called?” He wanted Aya's hand on him again; it had felt very, very nice.

 

“I'm sorry. I just wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. That's how I usually get when I'm that mad.” His eyes really did look sorry, and Yohji felt himself nod in acceptance. Oh, how he wished he didn't have to work today in their silly undercover job. If it wasn't for this mock business, he'd be able to spend the day with Aya in much more enjoyable ways.

 

As if just realizing something, Aya looked around the shop in confusion. “You're working alone?”

 

He really didn't want to bring up Ken at a time like this, but… “I'm not supposed to be. Ken's scheduled to work the morning shift with me, but he never showed.”

 

It was a little surprising to see the anger that flashed in Aya's eyes, instantly transforming his entire presence from warm and hesitant to cold and pissed. “Letting personal matters interfere with work is not a good idea, even if this isn't our real job. I hope for his sake he doesn't behave like this when it really counts.”

 

Oh. Oh yeah. Hell, Yohji hadn't even thought about that! He had been so hell-bent on getting Aya for himself that he hadn't even stopped to consider how it would affect team dynamics. If Ken refused to work together with them as Weiß, then he might get reassigned to a different team. Or worse.

 

He made a mental note to talk to Ken about this and hopefully knock some sense back into that thick head. Aya was still scowling, the expression melting only for a moment when he offered Yohji a smile before leaving. So, once again Yohji was left alone in the shop with only his wire people to keep him company.

 

By the time Aya returned, the store had received its first customer in the form of a middle-aged housewife looking for a few arrangements to brighten up the home. Yohji was just finishing up with her when Aya walked in, and they were alone together once more before the redhead could even bring the bag of baked goods to the work table. Throwing caution to the wind, Yohji slid up beside where Aya stood as he removed the pastries and set them out on napkins. No matter how tempting it was, however, he didn't wrap an arm around Aya's waist, instead he just leaned in closer until he was practically placing his chin on Aya's shoulder as he watched him unpack. He still wasn't sure exactly where all the boundaries were in this relationship. Hm. Relationship. He liked that.

 

“Thank you for getting me breakfast,” he hummed softly against Aya's ear, satisfied to feel a shiver travel up the redhead's spine.

 

“No problem. Sorry it couldn't be in bed.”

 

Ok, he hadn't just heard that. No, of course not. That was just in his mind. Yes, his mind. It liked to play tricks on him sometimes. Like, for instance, Aya couldn't really have just turned his head in order to run the very tip of his tongue along the shell of Yohji's ear. Those couldn't possibly really be Aya's teeth nipping gently at the lobe, or his tongue playing with his earring. It was all in Yohji's head. Had to be. After all, they were in the middle of the shop while it was open. Aya wouldn't want to make out right here and now. That was just absurd.

 

But his mind flashed images of Aya's sudden transformation last night in the alley outside. There was no denying that Aya seemed to be quite a horny little bastard beneath all that calm. As he felt Aya shift beside him and a warm hand slide first down his chest then up under his shirt, Yohji was starting to believe that his mind wasn't playing any tricks at all.

 

“It can still be in bed, if you'd prefer.” The words were whispered in a deep voice that made them almost a low, rumbling purr. Lips brushed against his ear with the formation of each syllable, sending pleasant shivers down Yohji's body that seemed to collect between his legs.

 

“But the shop—” he weakly objected. Of course, it wasn't a real objection. Why the fuck would he really object to ditching work in order to play around with Aya in bed? Hell, it's what he'd been fantasizing about a good portion of his day so far.

 

“Who gives a shit about the shop? It's just a cover, anyway.” Convincing words that were echoes of his own mental ones from earlier. Even more convincing kisses and nips along his jaw and neck. Oh yeah, he could totally get used to this kind of Aya.

 

“We should close it, at least… Lock up…” They had turned to face each other, Aya's hands sliding up and down Yohji's back, beneath his shirt, while Yohji lifted his hands to mirror the actions on Aya's body.

 

Aya made a sound as if in agreement, but instead of moving away to either allow Yohji to lock up or to do it himself, he moved his hands down to grasp Yohji firmly by the ass and lift him up in order to turn and sit him on the table. Yohji was torn between being incredibly impressed with Aya, and cringing at the feel of some type of pastry being crushed under his butt. “This isn't helping us lock up, Aya… I'm not complaining, though.” Aya only smirked silently back before leaning in to kiss where Yohji's neck met his collarbone. The blond moaned and tilted his head back to give Aya better access, while also spreading his legs to allow the man to step between them and move closer.

 

“Holy...”

 

Yohji groaned in frustration when he felt Aya go tense in his arms. Ken really did have the shittiest timing in the world. He was, however, very pleased that Aya didn't immediately pull away, but instead stayed where he was between his legs, hands braced on the table to either side of Yohji's hips. The only thing Aya moved was his head, which he turned in order to glare at Ken over his shoulder.

 

Ken looked stunned, his eyes wide and his jaw slack. “Aya… I had no idea you were so…aggressive.” Yohji was intrigued to find that Ken's tone contained more in the way of disapproval than interest.

 

It seemed that Aya noticed it too, as he replied with “You seem disappointed by that.”

 

“Well… Yeah. I mean, that changes things.” The shock on Ken's face melted away into a disenchanted frown.

 

“Things?” Despite his questioning, Aya's voice didn't really show any sign of being particularly interested in the answer. Perhaps he was merely asking for Yohji's sake, since the blond man was more than curious.

 

Watching Ken over Aya's shoulder, Yohji saw the younger man's cheeks pink a little as he turned his gaze away, frown deepening. “I don't bottom.”

 

“Never?” It was Yohji asking his time, his eyebrows rising in disbelief. Once he found out Ken was bi, there were certain things that had clicked into place in Yohji's mind concerning the brunette. Certain things like that Kase guy. But now he was trying to picture Ken topping Kase, and it just seemed…weird.

 

“Never. I'm a top.” Ken's cheeks turned from pink to red, and he continued to avoid making eye contact. “I would have thought you'd be a top too, Yohji.”

 

Yohji blinked at that, not entirely sure if he should see that as a compliment or not. “I like it both ways. Fucking is fucking. As long as it feels good, I'm all for it.” When Aya's head whipped around to glare a little at him, Yohji quickly added “But only with Aya, now. Only Aya.” A smug smile came to his redhead's lips that let him know he was successful in saying the right thing. For once.

 

“I just never expected Aya to be seme, let alone such an aggressive one…”

 

Aya's head quickly turned back to shoot an even more powerful glare at Ken. “So you thought I was some passive little bottom boy, is that it? The kind to just lay there and take it? Or maybe you thought I'd behave like a woman.” Oh shit. Yohji recognized that tone of voice, and knew damn well it did not mean good things for whoever it was directed at.

 

Ken finally looked back at them, trying for a look of startled and apologetic in order to cover up the guilty. “No! I mean, well… Not exactly. I just thought… I don't know, that you'd be more gentle…”

 

“Gentle?” Aya growled as he pulled away from the table, much to Yohji's disappointment. “Do I fucking look gentle to you, Ken? When have you ever known me to be `gentle'? When I'm dragging a steel blade through someone's ribcage?”

 

Yohji's eyes darted to the shop entrance to make sure no one was around to hear that last part. “Um, guys… Maybe you should talk about this stuff later…” Neither of the men seemed to acknowledge his suggestion. Deciding he might have to physically force them to stop, he stood from the table. The feel of whatever pastry he had sat on falling stickily from his pants and onto the table made him cringe and become momentarily distracted from the impending fight.

 

“You're gentle sometimes! Like with that Sakura girl, and other times. I thought maybe that was a reflection of who you really are.” Ken's explanation was shot back defensively as he attempted to justify his assumptions.

 

“So maybe I can be nice and have a heart, yeah, but what makes you think that makes me submissive in the bedroom? I'm a man, too, goddammit. Sometimes I want to push my lover down and fuck him till he screams my name.” Aya's voice didn't raise much in volume, but the indignant anger was more than evident.

 

The last line drew Yohji's attention away from the pastry, and he unconsciously licked his lips at the vision it conjured. “Um, just to be clear,” he interjected hesitantly, “you mean me when you say your lover, right?”

 

Ken looked a little pale, but he and Aya seemed to be completely oblivious to Yohji's words and even his presence. “But you're so beautiful! You couldn't possibly be like that!”

 

“What?” Aya's indignant anger mixed with genuine confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about now?”

 

“Beautiful men have less testosterone, so they're less aggressive and more likely to be bottom,” explained Ken as if it was a fact that should be common knowledge.

 

Aya fell silent and Yohji bit his lip. He could almost hear the countdown ticking off inside the redhead before the bomb went off. “Yohji,” Aya summoned with a false calm to his voice, “call Manx and let her know that we'll be needing a new teammate. It seems poor Ken is about to suffer a terrible and fatal accident.”

 

Real fear took over Ken's expression, and for good reason. Yohji knew that if Aya really wanted to, he'd find some way to kill the younger man. Hell, he might even be able to make it look like it really was an accident. Nothing good would come of this, Yohji was certain. Thinking quickly, Yohji reached out and grabbed Aya's arm before the redhead could make a step towards Ken. “Hey, Aya. Don't worry about him right now. Why don't we go up to my room and you can demonstrate just how much aggressive testosterone you have.” He did his best to add a seductive purr to his voice, especially towards the end. When Aya's attention quickly snapped back to him, the fire in his eyes shifting from fury to hunger, Yohji knew he had succeeded in his attempt to prevent a death match.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, Yohji saw Ken open his mouth as if to object, but some part of his brain must have made the rationalization that if Aya's upstairs fucking, he couldn't be downstairs killing. Luckily, Ken kept silent the entire time that Aya proceeded to forcefully lead Yohji out by his arm. Yohji found himself actually feeling giddy as he was tugged along like a disobedient child. He was going to have sex with Aya!

 

Finally!

 

 

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To be continued…

 

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