Konnichiwa! This a little (okay not really little) fic that I wrote. The
stuff in the little "~~~~~" are from the song South Side by Moby. I was
listening to it one day and this story came to mind. This is my first
attempt at a fic so I hope you like it!
Title: South Side
Rating: R or NC-17, depending on where you're from!
Spoilers: No, none that I can think of.
Warnings: lots and lots of yaoi, some violence, kinda depressing the further you get into it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss (although I wish I did some times). I also don't own South Side, I've just borrowed them for some entertainment.
Yoji POV
'Damn rain.' I curse running down the street. My afternoon has been going just fine until this damned stormed suddenly appeared. I hope everything I bought is still dry, if any of it is wet then my surprise will be ruined. I feel a stupid grin spread across my face think of what will happen tonight. I have a little surprise planned for my koi.
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See myself in the pouring home
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I finally reach my kittens apartment with the keys I slyly stole from his pocket before I went out shopping. I told the others I had to go out and do some shopping. I got a raised eyebrow from my lover as to ask me what I had to get. Snuggling up behind him I nuzzled his neck and whispered "Wouldn't you like to know?" It was then that I stole his keys from his pocket. A kiss on the cheek and a pat on the bum and I was out the door
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See the lights come over me
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Letting myself in I can't help but notice the smell of cleaner. Just like my kitten to have his apartment squeaky clean. I strip my soaking wet shots off and put them on the mat so he won't get mad about his spotless floor being ruined. Padding across the floor in wet socks I head to the kitchen. Gotta put the food away first. So far everything I bought is dry. A chill runs through me from being in wet clothes.
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See myself in the pouring rain
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I run my hand through my dripping wet hair trying to get it off my face.
"If you don't get out of those wet clothes you'll get sick," a cool voice says from behind me.
I jump and spin around surprised as I thought I was alone. Of course I should have known the voice. There, leaning on the door frame of the kitchen is sheer perfection. His clothes damp from the rain hug his body in various places.
"Hmmmm....maybe you should help me then...." I say sauntering up to him with a goofy grin and teasing eyes.
"Maybe I should..." he replies standing up from leaning on the door frame.
We wrap our arms around each others waist and I inhale the scent of his hair. Strawberries. Red, red strawberries, just like the colour of his hair. I can smell the light scent of rain mixed in. I kiss him on the forehead and pull him close, my wet body pressing against his fairly dry one.
"You," I say squeezing his ass in my hands, "aren't suppose to be home het"
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I watch hope come over me
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"I left early today," he says shrugging. "Told Ken and Omi I had stuff to do."
"Stuff? What kind of stuff?"
"This kind," he says grabbing my ass.
I gasp in surprise. His strength never cease to amaze me. So thin, one may never imagine the strength that lay underneath. I see a small grin come over his face as I react.
"Well, aren't we eager?" I say back him against the wall." You should also remember curiosity killed the cat."
"Meow."
Startled by him actually saying 'meow' I stare blankly at him for a second and then start to laugh. A good full hearty belly laugh. I hold my sides 'cause they hurt. Aya just looks at me with this usual cool placid face and walks over to the counter where all the bags are.
"So, what *did* you buy anyway," he asks opening a bag.
"OI! DON'T LOOK AT THOSE!!!!" I shout diving for the bags.
I crash into him knocking him to the floor with a thud. Half a second later I land on top of him. I land with my head on his chest, nose first. Rubbing my nose I look up at Aya with an apologetic look on my face. He looks at me blankly.
"So, what's in those bags?" he asks.
"Stuff."
"Stuff?"
"Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Stuff with things."
He gives up trying to find out what I bought and just looks at me.
"I suppose you want me to get off you eh?"
He nods.
"I will but not until you tell me why you came home early."
"I felt like it."
"Liar. Why?"
"I knew you stole my keys. I wanted to see why you took them."
"You bugger. Don't you trust me to do something nice for us?"
"I trust you to do something kinky."
"Oi! I resent that! I am nothing but a gentleman!"
"And I'm the Queen of England."
"Your majesty," I joke bowing my head.
Finally getting off of him I help him up.
"Now, you have to go lock yourself in your room for 2 hours while I get everything ready. *You* weren't suppose to be home for another 2 hours and everything was going to be ready for you then. So scoot!" I start pushing him to his room and tell him to stay put.
"Oh and Aya, change into something nice. You're soaking wet now!"
I close the door and smile to myself. 'Now time to get started'. I head for the kitchen read to make dinner.
2 hours later...
The smell of rosemary, basil and a mix of other herbs fills the small apartment. Turning on some slow, sexy jazz. I look around. Music, check. Food, check. Dead sexy outfit, check. Oils hidden under coffee table, check. Well all set. I walk down the hall to Aya's room. I knock on the door.
"Koibito, dinner is ready," I purr is my sexiest voice.
When I'm almost back at the kitchen I hear his door out and light footsteps. I dish dinner on to the two plates and then pour some wine. A sweet, delicious raspberry that I picked up. I hear Aya enter the kitchen and look up. I barely catch the wine bottle before it slips out of my hands. Aya is looking dead sexy. Almost better than me. A long sleeve, black, button up sheer shirt hides nothing. In fact, it only enhances his beautifully sculpted chest. Tight leather pants hang off his hips, hugging *everything*. Leather ankle boots complete the outfit. I see the corner of his mouth twitch in seeing my response. He knows what he's done and he loves it.
"Ummmm.....shall we eat?" I squeak out.
I have an overwhelming urge to sit down to hide the fact that my pants are getting far too tight. When I told him to get dressed into something nice I didn't know that he would come out looking like this.
He walks over wordlessly and sits down. Sitting down I keep my eyes plastered to him, drinking in every second of his body that I can. I only look up when I hear his voice.
"A toast..."
Aya's POV
"A toast," I say, surprising Yoji. He looks at me unsure of what I just said but quickly understands. He grabs his glass and raises it.
"A toast," he repeats.
"To many more evenings like this," I finish.
"Amen" I hear his whisper, eyeing me.
Smiling slightly I take a sip of wine. A sweet, fruity flavour fills my mouth. Delicious. I have to admit Yoji is also a delicious sigh. Our outfits compliment each other quite well. Both of us bear leather pants and ankle boots. His shirt, however, is different. It's leather as well, short sleeved with a double zip up the front with large silver rings. He definitely does not have it done up the whole way. In fact, the two zippers meet in the middle of his chest, showing off his washboard stomach and hinting at the sculpted chest that lay underneath. Of course my favourite part is his soft leather choker, on his long elegant neck.
We eat dinner chatting about nothing and everything. We talk of how Omi and Ken think they're being sneaky and quiet about their newfound relationship. Both of us have walked in on at last one of their little make-out sessions in the greenhouse or back shed. They didn't notice either of us so we never brought it up, even though I know Yoji was very tempted to tease them.Only the threat of a cold, lonely bed for a month had made him keep his mouth shut.
Once finished dinner I get an inviting look from Yoji as he saunters into the living room, with something in hand that I can't see. Intrigued I followed him. Entering the dimly lit room I feel an arm wrap around me from behind.
"Close your eyes," he whispers in my ear. His breath is hot and heaven on my skin. I close my eyes waiting for what will happen next. I feel something smooth on my lips.
"Take a bite," is whispered into my ear.
I open my mouth and let the object slide past my lips. I bite down and feel a small rush of juice fill my mouth. Strawberries. Chocolate- covered strawberries. My favourite.
"Do you like that kitten?" he purrs into my ear. I nod as he starts kissing and nuzzling my neck.
"I made them just for you," he says before he starts to nibble and suck on my earlobe.
"Do you want more?
I let out a small moan.
"Well be a good kitten then and get on that couch."
I walk over and stretch out with my head on Yoji's lap. For the next 45 minutes I am fed chocolate covered strawberries and kisses. By the end I have strawberry juice dribbling down my chin and neck and Yoji's fingers are dyed red from the juice. I take his index finger and begin to suck the sweet juice off it.
Yoji's POV
I moan at the sensual feeling of Aya's tongue lapping at my finger. Sucking and massaging with his mouth causes another small moan to escape my lips. He switches to my middle finger and begins to suck on it. I gently pull my finger from his mouth and lean down to kiss him, Instead I start to lap up the juice on his chin. I hear a small gasp escape his lips as I start to suck on his bottom lip. Slowly I move up until our lips are just about crushing each others. I can feel his lips part and steal the chance, slipping my tongue in. He tastes like strawberries and chocolate. I pull away and hear a small whimper from him. I place a finger over his slightly swollen lips.
"Shhh. I have another surprise. But you have to close your eyes again.
Willingly he obeys. I slide out from under him and put a pillow in place of my lap. Slowly I unbutton his shirt leaving small kisses on his chest and stomach where material once was. Taking one of the oils out from under the table I click it open. I lean down and kiss him deeply. Grinning I sit up and dribble some oil on his chest. A startle gasp slips from his mouth and his eyes fly open. I grin and put the bottle down. I rub my hands through the oil and a deep groan is his response. I rub and massage his chest and stomach, teasing and pinching his nipples. Gasp and moans tell me his sweet spots. I can feel his pants getting tight underneath me. I lean down and whisper in his ear.
"Why Aya, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're thoroughly enjoying this."
I don't get a verbal response but a pair of lips sucking on my neck and a pair of hands grabbing and pushing my ass down harder to meet his grinding hips.
"You seem to be enjoying this too," he hisses into my ear.
I gasp as he thrusts his hips up.
"I think it's my turn to play, " he whispers. "After all, you've been so good to me."
I moan as he pinches a sensitive nipple. I roll towards the back of the couch and let him slip out from under me.
"Lie on your back," he tells me.
I do as he tells me, asking for attention with my look.
"Edible eh? Well, we'll just see about that," Aya says holding the oil bottle. "I should have expected something like this," he says shaking the bottle at me, "from you."
I smile and quickly snatch out my hand for him. He's quick and sidesteps out of the way.
"What? Am I taking to long? Sorry koi, but what I'm going to do to you is worth the wait."
He leans down and crushes his lips against mine. I feel him climb on to the couth and straddle my thighs as he undoes my shirt. Breaking the kiss he smiles at me and I gasp. His giners slick with oil is pinching my nipple. Rolling it into a hard bud. He slides down and takes the now slick nipple in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and nipping at it. Pleasure boarding on pain. Working on the other nipple with his fingers he pinches and teases it. Kissing and licking across my chest he gets to the other one. He repeats the process, teasing and nipping. Once satisfied with the fact that both my nipples are clean he raises his head licking his lips.
"Mmm...tasty. But I didn't get enough."
Quicker than I can see he's down between my legs rubbing oil on my lower abdomen.
"My, my. It appears I need to do something about the rather large bulge in your pants," he teases.
Slowly he unbuttons the top of my pants and starts to unzip them painfully slow before I push through. I grip the couch cushions as the cool air engulfs me. I feel myself twitch. Suddenly I fly up to an almost sitting position with a soundless scream. Cold slick fingers are running up and down my cock, spreading the oil around. At some point that I'm not aware of my pants ended up on the floor. Grinning he leans forward and kiss me lightly.
"Lie back koi and enjoy." he whispers.
Moving lips brushing over mine. I lean back slowly and try to relax. I groan and reach down to stroke his silky hair as he licks my tip. He takes my tip into his mouth and begins to suck on it slowly. Teasing with his lips and licking off the oil with his tongue. I suddenly feel warmth and moisture surround my cock. Sucking, licking and teasing he bobs his head up and down. My eyes lock on to his flaming red hair and my hands running through it. I feel my hips start to involuntary buck. Aya lets me fuck his mouth and increases his pace. Groans, moans and cries of pleasure pour out of my mouth uncontrollably. I feel by body start to stiffen.
"Oh, God Aya! I'm gonna...." I scream.
Suddenly the warmth and moisture is gone. I look down at him desperately. He looks up at me grinning. Not any normal grin, a grin that sends a shiver down my spin.
"Not yet," he says huskily.
I whimper as I watch him get up ans walk out of the room. Staring at the doorway and aching for release I see his shirt land on the floor. My eyes widen and I drag myself off the couch. I leave my pants on the floor and venture out into the hall. All the lights are out but the curtains in the kitchen are open and I can see one of Aya's boots on the floor. Looking further down the hall I see the other one. I walk down watching the floor for more discarded clothing. I find his pants and silk boxers further up. They stop in front of his door. I poke my head in the door.
"Aya? You in hear?" I say looking around. I nearly scream as my hips are grabbed from behind and I'm nearly impaled on Aya. He reaches up and whispers in my ear.
"I told you not yet."
He pushes himself harder against my tight entrance and starts to play with the head of my penis.
"On the bed now," he commands pressing even harder against my entrance.
A deep full throated groan escapes my lips and I roll my head back.
"Guest....room....made up," I gasp in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
I feel him back away for a second and his hand pause.
"What?"
"Made up the guest room, since you were home early. Couldn't make up your room," I pant.
"Fine. Get going."
He gives me a small push and then a light smack on the ass. We reach the closed door and I wait for him.
"Tell me what you think," I ask.
I let him open the door and step in first. He stands like a soldier, eyes wide absorbing all that I have done. The bed is covered in black silk sheets to contrast his pale white skin. Two single lights light the room. One on the bedside table and one on the dresser.
"I have some presents for you koi," I tell him wrapping my arms around his waist. His skin is soft and smooth just like the silk sheets. Maybe that's why I choose them. So he can feel what I feel every time I touch him.
"Go sit down on the bed and I'll bring them to you."
He nods and walks over and sits down. I walk over to the dresser and pick up one large package and one small one.
"This first one," I say setting the larger package in his lap, "is a little different and may not be what you're use too."
He cautiously opens the black box. He picks up the first item and looks at me curiously.
"It's a nipple chain. These attach to you nipples and then you have some beautiful decoration for you chest. It would look great under that shirt you were wearing earlier."
"I'll have to model it for you some time then koi," he says slyly.
He picks up the next item in the box
"Boxers?" he asks.
"They, umm, go with the next thing in there. They're silky just like you," I say running a finger up his arm.
He puts the black silk boxers down and get out the final item. He stares in awe looking at it from every angle possible.
"I got it specially made. I hope the colour is right. I wanted it to match your eyes. And I know about orchids being your favourite so I figured as much."
He stares intensely at the black silk dressing gown that has beautiful amethyst orchids stitched on the back.
"Beautiful," is the only word to come out of his mouth.
"You like?"
"I love."
"Wait! There's more! This isn't even the best part! Open this next!"
I shove the other box onto the floor and put a slightly smaller, but deeper white box on his lap. He carefully undoes the red velvet ribbon wrapped around it. He pulls the lid off and lets it drop to the floor after seeing what's on top.
"It's....it's....it's us," he stumbles out. He picks up the framed collage of photos I've created.
"That's when we first meet. And that's our first date. That's the first time you tried to cook for me and it ended up a disaster. And *where* did you get *that*?"
"*That* I found Ken and Omi giggling over. The little bakas followed us on our first date and took pictures. The little hentai's got our first kiss. Don't sorry I gave them hell for weeks afterward. Keeping going, there's more."
He carefully puts it down on the bed and removes the dividing piece of cardboard and tissue paper.
"This is all four of us," he murmurs.
He admires the second collage that I've created. Pictures of kitchen disasters (courtesy of me and Ken most of the time), holidays, festivals, snow fights, fun times that we've had togther when we weren't busy being assassins or florists.
"It's wonderful Yoji, thank you."
"You're welcome. Now there's one more Aya but I want to say something first. This last one I took the most time and care with. These aren't the original photos. I had copies made so don't worry. I just hope that you'll like it."
Slowly he removes the divider and then the tissue paper, his hands freezing once the picture is seen. We sit quietly for a few moments until I see a single tear run down his cheek.
"Imuto..." I hear him whisper. Pictures of Aya-chan dance behind the glass. Looking at hem you can see her grow.
"Yoji..." he chokes but can't finish. He carefully raises the last collage out of the box with both hands, like he is afraid it might break.
"It's beautiful. No, it more. I don't know....thank you."
I sit quietly letting him look at it for as long as he needs. He finally puts it down and loos up at me.
"Yoji, why? Why all this? Why these? Arigatoo but why?
"I wanted to show you that," I pause unsure if I should continue. I cast my head down and start to examine my knees. I feel a soft hand on mine and I look up into his eyes. He smiles softly and nods.
"I...I...I love you...Ran."
I sit waiting for rejection. I look down at my lap again. The silence killing me inside.
'God Aya, just say something. Please. Anything is better than you not answering."
I feel his hand cupping my cheek. He lifts my head and turns its so I'm looking at him. He leans forward and kisses me. A sweet, delicate kiss that only he could do. His eyes flutter open and he smiles softly.
"Ai shiteru," he says. "Now let me show you how much I do. Lie back."
He moves his presents off the bed and puts them back on the dresser. I see him linger a moment looking at his iumto's collage. He puts it down and turns to face me.
"Now if I remember correctly we have some unfinished business," he says with a small smirk on his face. "Shall we finish it off?"
While talking he walked over to the bed and crawled up it until he is where he is now, about 2 inches from my face.
"Mmmm....hai," I reply.
He smiles slyly and quickly closes the distance between us with a lip bruising kiss. I run my hands through his hair and then feather light touches up and down his back.
He finally breaks the kiss reluctantly. I can feel his arousal brush against my abdomen. Mine grows harder in response.
"Aya, please..." I whisper in his ear as he kisses and caresses my neck with his lips and tongue.
My body aches for attention as he reaches over to the bedside table to grab the lube. I lie admiring his body. His perfect, flawless skin smoother than almost anything I've ever known.
I reach up and grab his hand before he can squirt any lube into his hand. He stops and looks at me questioningly.
"Let me, please," I tell him.
He nods and hands me the tube. I squirt a healthy glob into my hand. I close my hand for a minute letting it warm up a bit. Really cold gel will sometimes shoot you over the edge. I reach down and grab him firmly. I hear him hiss slightly at the feel of the still slightly cold gel. I smile and begin to stroke him slowly, spreading the gel all around and over. Aya moans and rolls his head back. I lift myself up and start to kiss his exposed neck. Sucking and licking. Nipping at tender places then kissing it. My free hand travels to his nipple and begins to play with it. Pinching, pulling, teasing it until it feels like a small pebble.
"Uuuuhhhh...Yoji," I hear him moan.
I feel his hand on my wrist that's pumping his cock. I stop and look at him.
"My turn," he says.
I legt go and lie down again. He picks up the tube of lube and squirts some on his fingers. He leans forward over me, supporting himself with one arm. We take the short time to study each other's faces. His eyes flutter close as his face slowly descends . My eyes close as well just before I feel his lips on mine. A small, delicate simple kiss. A kiss that is so rarely done during the heat of passion. I feel his first finger slide inside me. I smile a little in our kiss. Slowly he lets me relax and a second finger follows. A small moan comes from the back of my throat but is only muffled by our lips. Finally a third finger. I try to deepen the kiss but he doesn't let me. I decide to enjoy what I can get. After finishing stretching me he breaks the kiss. He looks at me with lids half open.
"I love you," he says.
I smile.
"I love you too," I reply.
I bend my knees and plant my feet on the bed. I lift myself off the bed to let Aya have easier access. Together we slowly work my hips down until I am completely full. Pausing to let me adjust I enjoy him being completely in me. Every time we make love and I'm uke I feel complete. I feel him start to move slightly. I nod indicating that he can start. I feel him slide out a bit and push back in. Slowly at first he begins to pump in and out gaining speed as he goes. My hips thrust to meet his and to drive him deeper. Everything around me begins to blur except for the face hovering over mine. My sense tingle at the touch of his hands and lips on my body.
I feel him grab me and start to pump me in rhythm with his hips. I don't hear my screaming his name over and over. All I know is the sensation of his touch and the beauty of his face and body. I feel my body tense and cry out his name only to finally hear one thing; my name being screamed, escaping his lips. Our bodies orgasm together and he collapses on top of me, his head on my shoulder. I hug him close. I brush his hair from his cheek. I feel sleepiness take over me.
"Yoji?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
End of Part 1
Title: South Side
Rating: R or NC-17, depending on where you're from!
Spoilers: No, none that I can think of.
Warnings: lots and lots of yaoi, some violence, kinda depressing the further you get into it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss (although I wish I did some times). I also don't own South Side, I've just borrowed them for some entertainment.
Yoji POV
'Damn rain.' I curse running down the street. My afternoon has been going just fine until this damned stormed suddenly appeared. I hope everything I bought is still dry, if any of it is wet then my surprise will be ruined. I feel a stupid grin spread across my face think of what will happen tonight. I have a little surprise planned for my koi.
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See myself in the pouring home
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I finally reach my kittens apartment with the keys I slyly stole from his pocket before I went out shopping. I told the others I had to go out and do some shopping. I got a raised eyebrow from my lover as to ask me what I had to get. Snuggling up behind him I nuzzled his neck and whispered "Wouldn't you like to know?" It was then that I stole his keys from his pocket. A kiss on the cheek and a pat on the bum and I was out the door
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See the lights come over me
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Letting myself in I can't help but notice the smell of cleaner. Just like my kitten to have his apartment squeaky clean. I strip my soaking wet shots off and put them on the mat so he won't get mad about his spotless floor being ruined. Padding across the floor in wet socks I head to the kitchen. Gotta put the food away first. So far everything I bought is dry. A chill runs through me from being in wet clothes.
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See myself in the pouring rain
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I run my hand through my dripping wet hair trying to get it off my face.
"If you don't get out of those wet clothes you'll get sick," a cool voice says from behind me.
I jump and spin around surprised as I thought I was alone. Of course I should have known the voice. There, leaning on the door frame of the kitchen is sheer perfection. His clothes damp from the rain hug his body in various places.
"Hmmmm....maybe you should help me then...." I say sauntering up to him with a goofy grin and teasing eyes.
"Maybe I should..." he replies standing up from leaning on the door frame.
We wrap our arms around each others waist and I inhale the scent of his hair. Strawberries. Red, red strawberries, just like the colour of his hair. I can smell the light scent of rain mixed in. I kiss him on the forehead and pull him close, my wet body pressing against his fairly dry one.
"You," I say squeezing his ass in my hands, "aren't suppose to be home het"
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I watch hope come over me
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"I left early today," he says shrugging. "Told Ken and Omi I had stuff to do."
"Stuff? What kind of stuff?"
"This kind," he says grabbing my ass.
I gasp in surprise. His strength never cease to amaze me. So thin, one may never imagine the strength that lay underneath. I see a small grin come over his face as I react.
"Well, aren't we eager?" I say back him against the wall." You should also remember curiosity killed the cat."
"Meow."
Startled by him actually saying 'meow' I stare blankly at him for a second and then start to laugh. A good full hearty belly laugh. I hold my sides 'cause they hurt. Aya just looks at me with this usual cool placid face and walks over to the counter where all the bags are.
"So, what *did* you buy anyway," he asks opening a bag.
"OI! DON'T LOOK AT THOSE!!!!" I shout diving for the bags.
I crash into him knocking him to the floor with a thud. Half a second later I land on top of him. I land with my head on his chest, nose first. Rubbing my nose I look up at Aya with an apologetic look on my face. He looks at me blankly.
"So, what's in those bags?" he asks.
"Stuff."
"Stuff?"
"Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Stuff with things."
He gives up trying to find out what I bought and just looks at me.
"I suppose you want me to get off you eh?"
He nods.
"I will but not until you tell me why you came home early."
"I felt like it."
"Liar. Why?"
"I knew you stole my keys. I wanted to see why you took them."
"You bugger. Don't you trust me to do something nice for us?"
"I trust you to do something kinky."
"Oi! I resent that! I am nothing but a gentleman!"
"And I'm the Queen of England."
"Your majesty," I joke bowing my head.
Finally getting off of him I help him up.
"Now, you have to go lock yourself in your room for 2 hours while I get everything ready. *You* weren't suppose to be home for another 2 hours and everything was going to be ready for you then. So scoot!" I start pushing him to his room and tell him to stay put.
"Oh and Aya, change into something nice. You're soaking wet now!"
I close the door and smile to myself. 'Now time to get started'. I head for the kitchen read to make dinner.
2 hours later...
The smell of rosemary, basil and a mix of other herbs fills the small apartment. Turning on some slow, sexy jazz. I look around. Music, check. Food, check. Dead sexy outfit, check. Oils hidden under coffee table, check. Well all set. I walk down the hall to Aya's room. I knock on the door.
"Koibito, dinner is ready," I purr is my sexiest voice.
When I'm almost back at the kitchen I hear his door out and light footsteps. I dish dinner on to the two plates and then pour some wine. A sweet, delicious raspberry that I picked up. I hear Aya enter the kitchen and look up. I barely catch the wine bottle before it slips out of my hands. Aya is looking dead sexy. Almost better than me. A long sleeve, black, button up sheer shirt hides nothing. In fact, it only enhances his beautifully sculpted chest. Tight leather pants hang off his hips, hugging *everything*. Leather ankle boots complete the outfit. I see the corner of his mouth twitch in seeing my response. He knows what he's done and he loves it.
"Ummmm.....shall we eat?" I squeak out.
I have an overwhelming urge to sit down to hide the fact that my pants are getting far too tight. When I told him to get dressed into something nice I didn't know that he would come out looking like this.
He walks over wordlessly and sits down. Sitting down I keep my eyes plastered to him, drinking in every second of his body that I can. I only look up when I hear his voice.
"A toast..."
Aya's POV
"A toast," I say, surprising Yoji. He looks at me unsure of what I just said but quickly understands. He grabs his glass and raises it.
"A toast," he repeats.
"To many more evenings like this," I finish.
"Amen" I hear his whisper, eyeing me.
Smiling slightly I take a sip of wine. A sweet, fruity flavour fills my mouth. Delicious. I have to admit Yoji is also a delicious sigh. Our outfits compliment each other quite well. Both of us bear leather pants and ankle boots. His shirt, however, is different. It's leather as well, short sleeved with a double zip up the front with large silver rings. He definitely does not have it done up the whole way. In fact, the two zippers meet in the middle of his chest, showing off his washboard stomach and hinting at the sculpted chest that lay underneath. Of course my favourite part is his soft leather choker, on his long elegant neck.
We eat dinner chatting about nothing and everything. We talk of how Omi and Ken think they're being sneaky and quiet about their newfound relationship. Both of us have walked in on at last one of their little make-out sessions in the greenhouse or back shed. They didn't notice either of us so we never brought it up, even though I know Yoji was very tempted to tease them.Only the threat of a cold, lonely bed for a month had made him keep his mouth shut.
Once finished dinner I get an inviting look from Yoji as he saunters into the living room, with something in hand that I can't see. Intrigued I followed him. Entering the dimly lit room I feel an arm wrap around me from behind.
"Close your eyes," he whispers in my ear. His breath is hot and heaven on my skin. I close my eyes waiting for what will happen next. I feel something smooth on my lips.
"Take a bite," is whispered into my ear.
I open my mouth and let the object slide past my lips. I bite down and feel a small rush of juice fill my mouth. Strawberries. Chocolate- covered strawberries. My favourite.
"Do you like that kitten?" he purrs into my ear. I nod as he starts kissing and nuzzling my neck.
"I made them just for you," he says before he starts to nibble and suck on my earlobe.
"Do you want more?
I let out a small moan.
"Well be a good kitten then and get on that couch."
I walk over and stretch out with my head on Yoji's lap. For the next 45 minutes I am fed chocolate covered strawberries and kisses. By the end I have strawberry juice dribbling down my chin and neck and Yoji's fingers are dyed red from the juice. I take his index finger and begin to suck the sweet juice off it.
Yoji's POV
I moan at the sensual feeling of Aya's tongue lapping at my finger. Sucking and massaging with his mouth causes another small moan to escape my lips. He switches to my middle finger and begins to suck on it. I gently pull my finger from his mouth and lean down to kiss him, Instead I start to lap up the juice on his chin. I hear a small gasp escape his lips as I start to suck on his bottom lip. Slowly I move up until our lips are just about crushing each others. I can feel his lips part and steal the chance, slipping my tongue in. He tastes like strawberries and chocolate. I pull away and hear a small whimper from him. I place a finger over his slightly swollen lips.
"Shhh. I have another surprise. But you have to close your eyes again.
Willingly he obeys. I slide out from under him and put a pillow in place of my lap. Slowly I unbutton his shirt leaving small kisses on his chest and stomach where material once was. Taking one of the oils out from under the table I click it open. I lean down and kiss him deeply. Grinning I sit up and dribble some oil on his chest. A startle gasp slips from his mouth and his eyes fly open. I grin and put the bottle down. I rub my hands through the oil and a deep groan is his response. I rub and massage his chest and stomach, teasing and pinching his nipples. Gasp and moans tell me his sweet spots. I can feel his pants getting tight underneath me. I lean down and whisper in his ear.
"Why Aya, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're thoroughly enjoying this."
I don't get a verbal response but a pair of lips sucking on my neck and a pair of hands grabbing and pushing my ass down harder to meet his grinding hips.
"You seem to be enjoying this too," he hisses into my ear.
I gasp as he thrusts his hips up.
"I think it's my turn to play, " he whispers. "After all, you've been so good to me."
I moan as he pinches a sensitive nipple. I roll towards the back of the couch and let him slip out from under me.
"Lie on your back," he tells me.
I do as he tells me, asking for attention with my look.
"Edible eh? Well, we'll just see about that," Aya says holding the oil bottle. "I should have expected something like this," he says shaking the bottle at me, "from you."
I smile and quickly snatch out my hand for him. He's quick and sidesteps out of the way.
"What? Am I taking to long? Sorry koi, but what I'm going to do to you is worth the wait."
He leans down and crushes his lips against mine. I feel him climb on to the couth and straddle my thighs as he undoes my shirt. Breaking the kiss he smiles at me and I gasp. His giners slick with oil is pinching my nipple. Rolling it into a hard bud. He slides down and takes the now slick nipple in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and nipping at it. Pleasure boarding on pain. Working on the other nipple with his fingers he pinches and teases it. Kissing and licking across my chest he gets to the other one. He repeats the process, teasing and nipping. Once satisfied with the fact that both my nipples are clean he raises his head licking his lips.
"Mmm...tasty. But I didn't get enough."
Quicker than I can see he's down between my legs rubbing oil on my lower abdomen.
"My, my. It appears I need to do something about the rather large bulge in your pants," he teases.
Slowly he unbuttons the top of my pants and starts to unzip them painfully slow before I push through. I grip the couch cushions as the cool air engulfs me. I feel myself twitch. Suddenly I fly up to an almost sitting position with a soundless scream. Cold slick fingers are running up and down my cock, spreading the oil around. At some point that I'm not aware of my pants ended up on the floor. Grinning he leans forward and kiss me lightly.
"Lie back koi and enjoy." he whispers.
Moving lips brushing over mine. I lean back slowly and try to relax. I groan and reach down to stroke his silky hair as he licks my tip. He takes my tip into his mouth and begins to suck on it slowly. Teasing with his lips and licking off the oil with his tongue. I suddenly feel warmth and moisture surround my cock. Sucking, licking and teasing he bobs his head up and down. My eyes lock on to his flaming red hair and my hands running through it. I feel my hips start to involuntary buck. Aya lets me fuck his mouth and increases his pace. Groans, moans and cries of pleasure pour out of my mouth uncontrollably. I feel by body start to stiffen.
"Oh, God Aya! I'm gonna...." I scream.
Suddenly the warmth and moisture is gone. I look down at him desperately. He looks up at me grinning. Not any normal grin, a grin that sends a shiver down my spin.
"Not yet," he says huskily.
I whimper as I watch him get up ans walk out of the room. Staring at the doorway and aching for release I see his shirt land on the floor. My eyes widen and I drag myself off the couch. I leave my pants on the floor and venture out into the hall. All the lights are out but the curtains in the kitchen are open and I can see one of Aya's boots on the floor. Looking further down the hall I see the other one. I walk down watching the floor for more discarded clothing. I find his pants and silk boxers further up. They stop in front of his door. I poke my head in the door.
"Aya? You in hear?" I say looking around. I nearly scream as my hips are grabbed from behind and I'm nearly impaled on Aya. He reaches up and whispers in my ear.
"I told you not yet."
He pushes himself harder against my tight entrance and starts to play with the head of my penis.
"On the bed now," he commands pressing even harder against my entrance.
A deep full throated groan escapes my lips and I roll my head back.
"Guest....room....made up," I gasp in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
I feel him back away for a second and his hand pause.
"What?"
"Made up the guest room, since you were home early. Couldn't make up your room," I pant.
"Fine. Get going."
He gives me a small push and then a light smack on the ass. We reach the closed door and I wait for him.
"Tell me what you think," I ask.
I let him open the door and step in first. He stands like a soldier, eyes wide absorbing all that I have done. The bed is covered in black silk sheets to contrast his pale white skin. Two single lights light the room. One on the bedside table and one on the dresser.
"I have some presents for you koi," I tell him wrapping my arms around his waist. His skin is soft and smooth just like the silk sheets. Maybe that's why I choose them. So he can feel what I feel every time I touch him.
"Go sit down on the bed and I'll bring them to you."
He nods and walks over and sits down. I walk over to the dresser and pick up one large package and one small one.
"This first one," I say setting the larger package in his lap, "is a little different and may not be what you're use too."
He cautiously opens the black box. He picks up the first item and looks at me curiously.
"It's a nipple chain. These attach to you nipples and then you have some beautiful decoration for you chest. It would look great under that shirt you were wearing earlier."
"I'll have to model it for you some time then koi," he says slyly.
He picks up the next item in the box
"Boxers?" he asks.
"They, umm, go with the next thing in there. They're silky just like you," I say running a finger up his arm.
He puts the black silk boxers down and get out the final item. He stares in awe looking at it from every angle possible.
"I got it specially made. I hope the colour is right. I wanted it to match your eyes. And I know about orchids being your favourite so I figured as much."
He stares intensely at the black silk dressing gown that has beautiful amethyst orchids stitched on the back.
"Beautiful," is the only word to come out of his mouth.
"You like?"
"I love."
"Wait! There's more! This isn't even the best part! Open this next!"
I shove the other box onto the floor and put a slightly smaller, but deeper white box on his lap. He carefully undoes the red velvet ribbon wrapped around it. He pulls the lid off and lets it drop to the floor after seeing what's on top.
"It's....it's....it's us," he stumbles out. He picks up the framed collage of photos I've created.
"That's when we first meet. And that's our first date. That's the first time you tried to cook for me and it ended up a disaster. And *where* did you get *that*?"
"*That* I found Ken and Omi giggling over. The little bakas followed us on our first date and took pictures. The little hentai's got our first kiss. Don't sorry I gave them hell for weeks afterward. Keeping going, there's more."
He carefully puts it down on the bed and removes the dividing piece of cardboard and tissue paper.
"This is all four of us," he murmurs.
He admires the second collage that I've created. Pictures of kitchen disasters (courtesy of me and Ken most of the time), holidays, festivals, snow fights, fun times that we've had togther when we weren't busy being assassins or florists.
"It's wonderful Yoji, thank you."
"You're welcome. Now there's one more Aya but I want to say something first. This last one I took the most time and care with. These aren't the original photos. I had copies made so don't worry. I just hope that you'll like it."
Slowly he removes the divider and then the tissue paper, his hands freezing once the picture is seen. We sit quietly for a few moments until I see a single tear run down his cheek.
"Imuto..." I hear him whisper. Pictures of Aya-chan dance behind the glass. Looking at hem you can see her grow.
"Yoji..." he chokes but can't finish. He carefully raises the last collage out of the box with both hands, like he is afraid it might break.
"It's beautiful. No, it more. I don't know....thank you."
I sit quietly letting him look at it for as long as he needs. He finally puts it down and loos up at me.
"Yoji, why? Why all this? Why these? Arigatoo but why?
"I wanted to show you that," I pause unsure if I should continue. I cast my head down and start to examine my knees. I feel a soft hand on mine and I look up into his eyes. He smiles softly and nods.
"I...I...I love you...Ran."
I sit waiting for rejection. I look down at my lap again. The silence killing me inside.
'God Aya, just say something. Please. Anything is better than you not answering."
I feel his hand cupping my cheek. He lifts my head and turns its so I'm looking at him. He leans forward and kisses me. A sweet, delicate kiss that only he could do. His eyes flutter open and he smiles softly.
"Ai shiteru," he says. "Now let me show you how much I do. Lie back."
He moves his presents off the bed and puts them back on the dresser. I see him linger a moment looking at his iumto's collage. He puts it down and turns to face me.
"Now if I remember correctly we have some unfinished business," he says with a small smirk on his face. "Shall we finish it off?"
While talking he walked over to the bed and crawled up it until he is where he is now, about 2 inches from my face.
"Mmmm....hai," I reply.
He smiles slyly and quickly closes the distance between us with a lip bruising kiss. I run my hands through his hair and then feather light touches up and down his back.
He finally breaks the kiss reluctantly. I can feel his arousal brush against my abdomen. Mine grows harder in response.
"Aya, please..." I whisper in his ear as he kisses and caresses my neck with his lips and tongue.
My body aches for attention as he reaches over to the bedside table to grab the lube. I lie admiring his body. His perfect, flawless skin smoother than almost anything I've ever known.
I reach up and grab his hand before he can squirt any lube into his hand. He stops and looks at me questioningly.
"Let me, please," I tell him.
He nods and hands me the tube. I squirt a healthy glob into my hand. I close my hand for a minute letting it warm up a bit. Really cold gel will sometimes shoot you over the edge. I reach down and grab him firmly. I hear him hiss slightly at the feel of the still slightly cold gel. I smile and begin to stroke him slowly, spreading the gel all around and over. Aya moans and rolls his head back. I lift myself up and start to kiss his exposed neck. Sucking and licking. Nipping at tender places then kissing it. My free hand travels to his nipple and begins to play with it. Pinching, pulling, teasing it until it feels like a small pebble.
"Uuuuhhhh...Yoji," I hear him moan.
I feel his hand on my wrist that's pumping his cock. I stop and look at him.
"My turn," he says.
I legt go and lie down again. He picks up the tube of lube and squirts some on his fingers. He leans forward over me, supporting himself with one arm. We take the short time to study each other's faces. His eyes flutter close as his face slowly descends . My eyes close as well just before I feel his lips on mine. A small, delicate simple kiss. A kiss that is so rarely done during the heat of passion. I feel his first finger slide inside me. I smile a little in our kiss. Slowly he lets me relax and a second finger follows. A small moan comes from the back of my throat but is only muffled by our lips. Finally a third finger. I try to deepen the kiss but he doesn't let me. I decide to enjoy what I can get. After finishing stretching me he breaks the kiss. He looks at me with lids half open.
"I love you," he says.
I smile.
"I love you too," I reply.
I bend my knees and plant my feet on the bed. I lift myself off the bed to let Aya have easier access. Together we slowly work my hips down until I am completely full. Pausing to let me adjust I enjoy him being completely in me. Every time we make love and I'm uke I feel complete. I feel him start to move slightly. I nod indicating that he can start. I feel him slide out a bit and push back in. Slowly at first he begins to pump in and out gaining speed as he goes. My hips thrust to meet his and to drive him deeper. Everything around me begins to blur except for the face hovering over mine. My sense tingle at the touch of his hands and lips on my body.
I feel him grab me and start to pump me in rhythm with his hips. I don't hear my screaming his name over and over. All I know is the sensation of his touch and the beauty of his face and body. I feel my body tense and cry out his name only to finally hear one thing; my name being screamed, escaping his lips. Our bodies orgasm together and he collapses on top of me, his head on my shoulder. I hug him close. I brush his hair from his cheek. I feel sleepiness take over me.
"Yoji?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
End of Part 1