Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ You're So Damn Hot ❯ Director's Cut ( Chapter 5 )

“You're So Damn Hot”

Part 5: Director's Cut

By: Omni-sama

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Ratings, warnings, etc. found in first chapter

 

Oh, and… Sorry this reeks of bad porno.

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As soon as Aya's door closed, Yohji found himself held in a firm embrace while his lips were practically devoured. By the time he was finally released from both the bear hug and the lip lock, he was literally breathless and quite dizzy as a result. Through the haze of lust and asphyxiation, he distantly registered the feel of being pressed backwards by a hand planted on his chest.

 

“Take off your shoes and get on the bed,” Aya ordered in a deep, practically raspy voice. Mindlessly obeying, the only part of Yohji's brain that was still barely functioning wondered if Aya had also become breathless, and that's why his voice sounded like that. His eyes followed Aya's movements as the redhead walked over towards his desk to retrieve something, then took the object over to his dresser. A little curious as to why Aya wasn't joining him on the bed, Yohji reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt in order to pull it off. “Don't,” barked Aya, effectively halting Yohji's action.

 

“But, I thought we were gonna—”

 

“We are.”

 

“Then, I need to be—”

 

“You will be.” There was a rumbling purr in Aya's voice that time that boarded on a growl, the sound making Yohji's body shudder in anticipation. Noticing the shudder, a pleased smirk stretched across Aya's lips and his eyes leered with barely suppressed desire and danger. He eventually tore his attention away from Yohji to again focus on the object he had retrieved from the desk. Once satisfied with how it was positioned on the dresser, Aya turned and made his way to the bed. “Lay out,” he commanded as he stepped casually out of his shoes, his dark eyes locked intently on Yohji.

 

Evidently the scene downstairs with Ken had Aya wanting to play a little game of domination. Granted, it wasn't exactly what Yohji had expected his first time with Aya to be like, but he could totally go with it. After all, it wasn't as if this would be the first time he'd played the role of submissive sex slave. He just hoped that they'd get to play this again later with the roles reversed. Just thinking of all the fun things he could have Aya do as his slave made him moan. The moan combined with the submissive way he had laid his body out on the bed seemed to please Aya, since Yohji was rewarded with a caress down the length of his torso, the long fingers ending their trek with a few teasing grazes to the erection tenting his jeans.

 

“See this?” asked Aya as if he were instructing a class. “This is mine. All of this. You aren't allowed to touch it.”

 

Confused, Yohji opened eyes that had closed while being caressed. He saw that Aya wasn't looking entirely at him as he talked, but was splitting his attention between Yohji and the dresser. Turning his head, Yohji finally saw what it was that Aya had been messing with earlier. “You're filming this?!”

 

“Yes. Now sit still.” Before Yohji could voice any other objections, the distinctive snick of a knife being flipped out shattered his thoughts.

 

“Where'd you get the knife?” he gasped, suddenly wondering if power games with Aya were really that great of an idea after all. They hadn't even decided on a safe word, for Christ's sake! Was it too late to call things off? Would that totally ruin his chances with Aya, though? Shit.

 

“I always keep it on me. What, you thought that you and Omi were the only two that are always armed? Now, seriously, stay still.” The broad side of the cold blade slid against this belly, making its way up inside his shirt. Then suddenly it left his skin, and there was a soft whispery sound that lasted only a second. It wasn't until he felt the slightly cool air of the room hit his chest that Yohji realized what had happened.

 

“Hey, I liked that shirt!”

 

“Shh. I'm not done.”

 

Gulping, Yohji held his body as still as possible, hearing two more quick, soft whisper sounds. Having cut Yohji's arms free of the short sleeves, Aya pulled the ruined shirt out from under him. Holding the fabric tightly with one hand, he flipped the blade closed and tossed it aside with the other. “Hands above your head. Grab the bar there in the headboard.” Eyes wide, Yohji complied.

 

At one time Yohji used to think Aya was a prude. Hell, he even suspected that the man was a virgin and didn't even know how sex worked. Now he was seriously reassessing all of his previous thoughts on the man's sexuality. Evidently Aya was not a virgin, and had some serious kinks.

 

“I think I love you,” Yohji whispered in awe, only half joking. Which startled him slightly, because it meant he was half serious.

 

It seemed to startle Aya as well, causing him to pause while securing Yohji's wrists to the headboard with the shirt. Dark purple eyes stared down at green, both wide with mild shock. “Because I'm tying you up in order to do whatever I want with you while I tape it all so that I can make it crystal clear to Ken and Omi that you are mine and neither of them can touch you or else I'll cut off their fucking balls?”

 

Yohji blinked.

 

“Um. As long as the whatever you want with me involves lots and lots of sex and no pain or cutting or blood or anything fucked up like that… Yeah.”

 

“Seriously?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You're serious?” Aya's eyes seemed to grow more intense and he leaned down closer to Yohji. If Yohji lifted his head, he'd be able to capture those lips again.

 

“I'm serious. I'm not into the pain shit.”

 

It was Aya's turn to blink, and his eyes flickered with confusion for a second before changing to faint frustration. “No, about loving me.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Oh?” Now the eyes were narrowing in the dark and dangerous way that Yohji knew was a bad sign. But there was something hidden behind the darkness, and it made Yohji's gut twist at the thought of being the cause of it.

 

“Yes,” he assured, willing that barely hidden emotion to fade away. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt this man.

 

“Yes?” The eyes widened again in disbelief.

 

“Yes.”

 

After a few heartbeats, Aya's eyes softened and he smiled a rare, warm smile. He placed a gentle kiss to Yohji's forehead before continuing his job of tying the man up. Once Yohji was secured, Aya sat up, straddling Yohji's hips, and looked at the camera with a very smug smile. “See? Mine.”

 

“Mmm, totally,” purred Yohji as he tugged playfully at his make-shift restraints.

 

Looking down at Yohji, Aya grinned and slid off his hips to kneel between his spread legs. “Not yet, but soon,” he assured while carefully working the fly of Yohji's jeans open, somehow knowing that there would be no underwear to shield the man's erection from the harsh zipper.

 

“Huh?” Yohji eloquently inquired, perplexed by the correction.

 

Sliding Yohji's jeans off, eyes focused hungrily at the blond's exposed gentiles, Aya clarified. “You're mine, but not yet totally. In a moment, however, you will be totally and completely mine.”

 

“Ah, yes,” Yohji agreed, a very pleased and lecherous grin tightening his lips. “And it'll even be filmed for posterity's sake. I get a copy of it, too, right?”

 

“Of course.” Aya tossed the jeans aside and quickly proceeded to run his hands up and down strong, naked thighs and calves. “Though you'll get the unedited version. The version I plan to give Omi and Ken will have certain parts censored. You are, after all, now only mine to look at fully.”

 

Yohji opened his mouth to continue the banter, but all that was able to escape was a loud “Shit!” as he suddenly found a hot mouth to be wrapped around his cock. Strong hands rubbed along his spread thighs, urging them farther apart and eventually coaxing them to lift up. The hands moved to beneath the thighs in order to press them up further, causing his hips to roll with the motion and expose more of his ass. Just as suddenly as it had appeared, that talented mouth left his cock, allowing the organ to slap damply against his abs.

“Tastes good,” hummed Aya, before his lips and tongue became too busy massaging at Yohji's balls to speak.

 

Yohji's response was a very dignified gargle that bordered on a choke. However, being as experienced in the bedroom as he was, Yohji's brain was quickly able to start functioning coherently again. It was just the initial shock of it being Aya that was doing this to him, he reasoned. Surely Aya's sex skills did not surpass his own. Aya had to be years out of practice, and Yohji only had a few months of rust building up. And, even though they were currently engaged in a game of power play, some part of Yohji suddenly felt as though another level should be added. Just because he was in the role of the sub, it didn't mean he had to be the weaker. He knew from experience that the sub could have just as much power as the Dom, possibly even more. It was just a different type of power, is all.

 

Licking his lips, Yohji tried his best to focus while Aya continued to do wonderful things to his sack. How was it that he managed to get the upper hand as a sub in the past?... Ah yes—dirty talk. Doms usually loved dirty talk. Drove them fucking wild. Unless it was one of those situations where the sub was ordered to remain silent. But there were still methods of driving the Dom crazy in that instance, too. Doing his best to suppress a sly grin, Yohji parted his lips to offer up his breathy dirty talk.

 

“Do you ever think about fucking me, Yohji?”

 

The blond's lips parted further as his jaw dropped. Aya had beaten him to the punch! That bastard!

 

“Hmm?” Aya prodded, both verbally and literally, pressing the tip of his tongue against Yohji's entrance. “Do you?” he repeated, his hot, wet breath tickling the hairs beneath Yohji's balls.

 

“I…” Yohji had forgotten what the question was. The mild anger from a moment ago had also been forgotten. Why would he be angry, anyway? It looked like he was about to get rimmed by Aya. Aya! It was like a wet dream come to life.

 

“Answer me, Yohji,” commanded his sweetly evil tormentor, the words followed by the teasing swirl of a tongue at his hole. “Do you ever think about fucking me?”

 

“Yes,” he moaned, the sound growing in volume when he received a reward in the form of a long, thick tongue pressing into him. Reasoning that maybe more words would get him more rewards, he let them flow. “All the time. When I'm in the shower, when I'm going to sleep, when I wake up, when we're at work, when I watch you eat…” A chuckle vibrated through the tongue that was penetrating him, and he spread his thighs further apart in encouragement to the wriggling muscle. Much to his severe disappointment, the tongue abandoned him. It took him a moment to realize that the high pitched whine was coming from his own throat.

 

“I think about it, too,” Aya confided as he reached over to grab a bottle from the top of his night stand. “I think about what it would feel like to have your long, hard cock up my ass. I bet you know just how to move your hips, don't you, Yohji? How to make me beg. How to make me tighten around you, pulling you in deeper.”

 

Yohji's eyes fell closed as he pictured bending Aya over the work table in the shop and pounding into his pale ass. “Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned in encouragement, wanting to hear more.

 

Two slick fingers were suddenly pressing at his still damp hole, working their way in. He did his best to relax his muscles in order to take them in easier, but he was so eager for what was to come that his entire body was tensing and twitching in excitement. “I think of sucking you, too,” Aya purred as his fingers slid in past the second knuckle. “I like sucking cock, you know. Like the feel of one in my mouth, the taste, the power. But I also like receiving head. Do you like sucking cock, Yohji?”

 

Nodding quickly, Yohji rocked his hips in a plea for more as Aya's fingers slowly fucked him.

 

“That's good,” murmured Aya as his fingers worked a little harder, twisting and fondling at the inside of Yohji with each inward thrust. “I want to feel you suck me. Want to make you drop to your knees and take me in. Want to fuck your mouth. Fuck your throat. Bet you can deep throat, can't you, you slut?”

 

Once again, Aya had managed to surprise Yohji beyond belief—something the redhead seemed to have a knack for recently. Even so, he was too far gone to really care. So what if the usually quiet Aya was incredibly talkative during sex? Dirty talk was fun! And, really, he shouldn't have been surprised by Aya calling him a slut. After all, Aya had called him that plenty of times outside of the bedroom. But all those times, it had gotten Yohji mad—dare he say, made him feel hurt. This time, however, it made his cock twitch and he had the urge to enact Aya's words. God, how he wanted to deep throat that man. Wanted to swallow him down until he felt hot cum flooding his mouth.

 

A positively evil chuckle snapped him out of his fantasy. He noted, however, that while being evil, it had a spine-tingling eroticism about it. “You like that, huh? Like the thought of sucking me? Like being my slut?” The fingers pressed harder into him, burying themselves as deeply as they could go, feeling around for something and hitting it with experienced accuracy. Yohji cried out and rocked his hips for more. “See, I was right before. You really are a slut.” There was no malice in the words, only desire and amusement. “Just look at your lascivious body, begging me to fuck it.”

 

Yohji gripped the bar to which he was tied, using it as leverage to be able to tense the right muscles that would fold his hips up towards him. The result was what had to be a very tempting sight for Aya. Legs spread and pulled back towards his torso, hips curled in so that his ass was angled up and begging to be fucked. When Aya's fingers pulled out of him, Yohji felt a mix of triumph and loss. Rough jeans brushed against his sensitive cock as soft fabric caressed his chest, and Yohji opened his eyes to watch as Aya leaned over him in order to grab something else from the nightstand.

 

“Aya… You're still dressed,” he pointed out dumbly, wondering why it was taking so long to be fucked and why he wasn't getting to see what must be the glorious sight of Aya in the nude. For his part, Aya seemed to ignore Yohji. Instead, he moved silently back into the position he had been, glaring at a foil packet as if it was the most confusing puzzle box known to man. Surely Aya wasn't getting stumped by a condom, Yohji thought. “What's wrong? Don't you know how to use a condom, Aya?” That earned him a rather withering glare from purple eyes, but for some reason his cock didn't feel like withering at all as it gave an excited little twitch. Oh hell, Yohji realized, his body was now going to have a Pavlovian response to those damn glares.

 

“I know how to use a condom, Kudou,” Aya growled, insulted. “I'm just trying to decide if we need it or not. I'd rather feel you without the barrier. But…” Trailing off, Aya went back to glaring at the packet.

 

Grumbling in frustration, Yohji rocked his hips in hopes to entice Aya to hurry the hell up. “You don't have to worry, I'm clean. Our last routine blood test was only a couple of weeks ago, and like I've told you, I've been celibate for months.” When Yohji noticed that Aya's look seemed to darken, he felt a strange coldness seep into his gut. “That's not what you're worried about, is it, Aya?”

 

Refusing to meet Yohji's eyes, Aya shook his head. “But it should be fine. It was only a blowjob, and I was wearing a condom when he went down on me…”

 

“You were wearing a condom while receiving a blowjob?” Yohji boggled, and then a beat later: “Wait, who the fuck was giving you a blowjob?!”

 

That's when the deep purple eyes finally rose to meet his, narrowed in annoyance. “I like to be safe, so yes. And you don't know the man.”

 

Stunned, Yohji felt his own eyes narrow as anger and hurt washed over him. “Do you even know him?”

 

“Of course I do! He's a friend of mine!” Aya must have seen the shock and disbelief in Yohji's eyes, because the redhead seethed in defensive anger. “Yes, Kudou, believe it or not, I have friends.”

 

“Friends that you fuck,” Yohji elaborated, still in disbelief but also feeling a rather painful jealousy creeping up on him. “And when did this blowjob take place?”

 

The anger drained from Aya's face to be replaced by guilt and remorse. “You have to understand, I didn't think you were serious when you gave me that offer the other night. But I couldn't get it out of my mind, and I needed relief…”

 

“So you had your friend go down on you?” Yohji lowered his legs, far too pissed now to remain in such a submissive and enticing pose. “That's not fair! I'm your friend, too. Why couldn't I get to do that, since I was the one who offered in the first place?”

 

Aya bit his lip and lowered his eyes before mumbling softly, “Because I don't think I could stand it if we did that and you weren't serious.”

 

The anger and jealousy stopped short, held at bay by hope. “Why is that?” Yohji asked hesitantly.

 

Violet eyes finally looked back up at his face, studying Yohji's green eyes for any and all reactions to the words that were to come. “Because I want to be more than just a friend with benefits to you, Kudou.”

 

Yohji felt himself smile as the feelings of jealousy and anger bled away to make room for a strange fluttery feeling in his stomach. “Come here,” he commanded softly. Aya leaned down so that he was once more close enough that Yohji could kiss him if he lifted his head off the pillow—which he did. Then Yohji whispered against those lips the words “Me too.” There were a few almost tense seconds while Aya seemed to process what Yohji had said, and then the blond found himself being kissed fiercely.

 

Although his cock had flagged a bit during the recent conversation, Yohji felt it quickly recovering and rubbing eagerly against Aya's clothed body as the kiss continued. All too suddenly Aya was pulling away, and Yohji missed the warmth along his torso and the pleasure on his lips. Before he could feel too bad about it, though, he was pleasantly distracted by the sight of Aya pulling off his clothes at last. “He's mine,” the redhead proclaimed once again to the camera after pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. “No one is to touch him,” he continued, while unzipping his fly and rising from the bed to remove his pants, “except me.” The pants fell to the floor with a soft sound that was music to Yohji's ears. He pulled unconsciously at his bonds in excitement as he watched Aya climb back on the bed fully nude. “This ass,” drawled Aya, grabbing Yohji's cheeks and pulling them in a way that forced Yohji to once again pull his legs back and up in order to raise his hips, “will be fucked by no one but me. You can watch, though. This one time. Just to see how much he is mine. Just to see everything that you will never have. Enjoy the show.”

 

A hand left Yohji's ass, and he watched, tense with giddy anticipation, as Aya guided himself to the well-lubed pucker. And then he was being slowly filled, a groan of approval vibrating from his throat and echoed by Aya. Soon Aya was fully seated, and with a grunt Yohji flexed his muscles in an attempt to get the man moving. “You have no idea how long I've waited for this,” he heard Aya whisper above him. Looking up, Yohji's eyes locked with Aya's, and his breath left him at the intensity of the gaze. Strong hands gripped Yohji's legs, moving them, positioning them, until Yohji was folded nearly in half, knees at his shoulders and ass off the bed. Inside him, he felt Aya's cock shift with the new angle, and a moan escaped him when he felt sudden, firm pressure to his prostate. “I had thought that you and Ken had something going on,” said Aya in more whispers as he slowly withdrew. Yohji barely registered the words, more concerned with getting that cock back to the place inside him that felt so incredibly good. “At first,” continued Aya, pausing once he withdrew as much as he wanted, “I thought I was going to let it be. Not interfere. Worried it would hurt the team if I got in the way of your relationship.” There was another pause as Yohji flexed his abs and tried to rock his hips in a way that would pull Aya back in. There was a slight growl to the whisper as Aya continued, “But I changed my mind. I was going to try to steal you away from him. Slowly. Carefully.” As if illustrating his words, Aya slowly sank back into Yohji, causing the blond to whimper in joy when the smooth head of Aya's cock brushed once again at his prostate. “Imagine my surprise when you told me last night that I'd had it all wrong.”

 

The cock slid slowly away again, wringing another whimper out of Yohji, this time out of frustrated loss. Yohji tugged at his bonds again, wishing his hands were free so he could grab Aya's ass and force him back in. “Never wanted Ken,” Yohji whispered out in offering, hoping that would inspire Aya to stop teasing him and get at it.

 

Through half-lidded eyes, Yohji saw the satisfied smirk spread over Aya's lips. “That's right. You never wanted him. Who did you want, Yohji?”

 

“You.” The whisper came from Yohji's lips mingled with a soft, begging whine.

 

“Louder,” commanded Aya, his voice rising above a whisper now as well. The redhead held Yohji's hips firmly, his cock withdrawn to the head. “Who did you want? Who do you want still?”

 

“You!” Yohji practically yelled it while he squirmed and did his best to attempt to draw Aya back inside him. He was rewarded instantly with a forceful stab at his prostate and the sensation of a firm body smacking against his ass. The fingers of his bound hands gripped and tangled themselves in the shirt fabric, his whole body tensing at the pleasure that had just spiked through him. “More,” he pleaded, eyes screwed closed and muscles twitching eagerly.

 

“Call my name,” he heard Aya's voice growl above him as the cock withdrew once more.

 

He quickly obliged, learning that the more he called out Aya's name, the harder and quicker the thrusts became. They were particularly powerful if he included phrases like “Aya's the only one I want!” or “Aya—OH GOD—only Aya!” Above him he kept hearing Aya rasp out encouragement and praise. Yohji wanted to watch Aya, certain that the man must look incredible while he fucked and gasped and growled, but the pleasure made it hard to keep his eyes open. At least there would be video footage he could watch later, he assured himself before letting the bliss completely take over his brain.

 

It finally all came to a blinding crescendo for Yohji, and he came choking on Aya's name, back bowed as much as the position they were in would allow, and every muscle in his body tense. With his ass being held at a higher elevation, his cum shot down far enough to stripe his chest and shoulders, a few splatters landing on his face. Hearing Aya gasp above him, Yohji opened his eyes, and watched, enraptured, as Aya seemed to lose the last bit of his control. The thrusts continued, but became erratic, frantic, and harder than ever. Having just climaxed, Yohji was starting to feel overly sensitive, resulting in even the slightest movement of Aya inside him sending prickles of pleasure through him that were so intense they almost hurt. Finally Aya slammed into him one final time, squeezed his eyes closed with a shuddering breath, and came so hard that Yohji felt the cock pulsing inside him. They both held their positions for a few seconds, both gasping for breath as if they'd just run a mile at top speed. Then carefully, Aya pulled out and let Yohji sprawl himself out on the bed. Still panting, Aya slumped down onto the pillows beside Yohji and tried to pick the knot in the bonds free. After a few minutes without success, Aya growled and sat up, looking around for the discarded knife. Finally spotting it, Aya got up to retrieve it, making a detour to the dresser to shut off the camera before rejoining Yohji on the bed.

 

Once his wrists were freed, Yohji rubbed them soothingly before reaching out to grab Aya and pull him close for a kiss. Aya resisted when they were only inches apart, chuckled, and tilted his head so he could slowly run his tongue along Yohji's cheek. “Mm,” hummed the redhead with a tone of appreciation. Then their lips were finally meeting, and Yohji tasted cum when their tongues slid against each other, causing him to return Aya's hum with one of his own. For a while they kissed and caressed each other, ignoring the mess all over Yohji's chest or the cum leaking from within him to dampen the sheets.

 

“You really going to show Ken and Omi that video?” Yohji asked, voice soft and throat sore. Aya was laying beside him now, an arm and leg flung over Yohji's body and long fingers tracing the contours of the blond's chest.

 

“Mmhm,” confirmed Aya before leaning his head forward just enough to nip at Yohji's ear. “Though like I said, it will be heavily edited. For instance, they won't get to watch us coming.”

 

“But you're leaving that in for the director's cut, right?” Aya chuckled at the hopeful tone in Yohji's voice before giving another affirmative hum. “Oh and…” Yohji paused, bit his lip, and cast a sideways glance Aya's way. “You're going to edit the condom debate out of both, right?”

 

Aya smirked and nodded, then attempted to distract Yohji from such thoughts by licking along the shell of his ear. Despite having just been thoroughly fucked only minutes ago, Yohji felt his cock start to stir again. The growing hardness pressing against his hip let him know he wasn't alone, however. A smirk of his own tugged at a corner of Yohji's lips as he glanced at the camera and then Aya. “Feel like making a few more home movies? Just for our personal enjoyment?”

 

“I'll get the rest of my blank discs.”

 

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To be continued…

 

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Responsible note: Unsafe sex is unsafe. Yohji and Aya aren't real people, and can only get STDs if someone writes them that way. Besides, you shouldn't be using cartoon characters as role models for things like this anyway.