A Fun Saturday Night
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Warnings: Lime, PWP, stupidity, Yohji x Aya, Ken x Omi. This seemed a lot funnier in my head. Bear with me.
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Yohji grinned as he dealt out the cards.
"I'm so glad I convinced you guys to do things my way this time," he said, smirking in an almost predatory way.
"We didn't decide," grumbled Ken, picking up his cards. "We drew straws. Like we always do." Yohji grinned even more widely. Yes, even the Weiß needed ways to spend their Saturday nights, and after five weeks of polishing their weapons and practicing emergency drills, they had been glad to see Aya lose to Yohji. Until he had produced a deck of cards. Yohji didn't go in much for tame card games.
Aya flipped over his cards and studied them for a moment. "I'm over," he said, his expression and voice inscrutable as always. After a few moments, Ken and Omi gave in too.
"Well, well, well. A perfect 21," Yohji grinned in the manner a shark might grin at a small fish.
After much coaxing, cajoling, death threats, and promises of candid photography, a leather jacket, a black sweatshirt and an orange sweater were at Yohji's feet.
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About three hours later, after many threats of grevious harm to Yohji's person, and quite a vocabulary lesson for Omi, Yohji was in possession of everybody's shoes and socks, Ken's goggles, Omi's baseball cap, Ken's baseball cap, Ken's and Omi's shirts, and Aya's...well, suffice it to say the redhead was curled up into a tiny ball, trying to keep as little of his underwear visible as possible. Yohji cast his eyes over the group. Omi blushed. Ken glared and blushed. Aya did neither-- he was too busy imagining the ways in which Yohji would have died were he not a member of Weiß.
"OK, last hand," said Yohji, tossing out the cards.
"23," said Ken.
"14," said Omi. "I'm staying."
"Not coming, huh? Maybe Ken can fix that problem for you..." Omi reddened. Ken fwapped Yohji as he reached for his cards. "Ow! ok, ok...sheesh. 19, so unless Aya..."
Aya had seemed intent on working his way as far away from the group as possible, his face rivaling his hair and holding the cards to his chest. Yohji regarded him suspiciously, glad he was still wearing pants.
"Aya Fujimea, you give me those cards RIGHT NOW!" With those words, Yohji tackled Aya, pinned him, and snatched the cards. Sitting on Aya's back, he quickly added up the numbers.
"Dear God," said Yohji. "I never would have thought it was possible." Aya gave up fighting and slumped to the floor, reconciled to his fate.
"What?! What?!?" screeched Omi and Ken, trying to catch a glimpse of the cards.
"32," said Yohji, still loking faintly astonished. "Still, though, guess what that means...Aya-kuuuuuuuuuuuuun?" said the blond in a voice dripping with fake sweetness, leaning over Aya's back to peer into his eyes. "Not only do you lose, but you also have to do something for me, like we all agreed..." Ken put a hand over Omi's eyes, and then, as an afterthought, put a hand over his eyes, too.
Soon, though, the thumping noises and moans became too much for him. He leant over to whisper in Omi's ear, but he never even got his mouth all the way open. (Well, let's say he did later. ^^)
Several hours later, Ken opened his eyes a bit, arm still around Omi's slim, naked shoulders. Aya and Yohji lay in a corner, their limbs tangled toghter in what could be percieved as varying degrees of obscenity.
"Neeeee..." Ken began slowly. "I vote next Saturday, we have Yohji pick the activity again."
~Owari~
Yes, I am well aware that it sucked. Maybe Yotan's right, we DO need illustrations... :
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Warnings: Lime, PWP, stupidity, Yohji x Aya, Ken x Omi. This seemed a lot funnier in my head. Bear with me.
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Yohji grinned as he dealt out the cards.
"I'm so glad I convinced you guys to do things my way this time," he said, smirking in an almost predatory way.
"We didn't decide," grumbled Ken, picking up his cards. "We drew straws. Like we always do." Yohji grinned even more widely. Yes, even the Weiß needed ways to spend their Saturday nights, and after five weeks of polishing their weapons and practicing emergency drills, they had been glad to see Aya lose to Yohji. Until he had produced a deck of cards. Yohji didn't go in much for tame card games.
Aya flipped over his cards and studied them for a moment. "I'm over," he said, his expression and voice inscrutable as always. After a few moments, Ken and Omi gave in too.
"Well, well, well. A perfect 21," Yohji grinned in the manner a shark might grin at a small fish.
After much coaxing, cajoling, death threats, and promises of candid photography, a leather jacket, a black sweatshirt and an orange sweater were at Yohji's feet.
* * *
About three hours later, after many threats of grevious harm to Yohji's person, and quite a vocabulary lesson for Omi, Yohji was in possession of everybody's shoes and socks, Ken's goggles, Omi's baseball cap, Ken's baseball cap, Ken's and Omi's shirts, and Aya's...well, suffice it to say the redhead was curled up into a tiny ball, trying to keep as little of his underwear visible as possible. Yohji cast his eyes over the group. Omi blushed. Ken glared and blushed. Aya did neither-- he was too busy imagining the ways in which Yohji would have died were he not a member of Weiß.
"OK, last hand," said Yohji, tossing out the cards.
"23," said Ken.
"14," said Omi. "I'm staying."
"Not coming, huh? Maybe Ken can fix that problem for you..." Omi reddened. Ken fwapped Yohji as he reached for his cards. "Ow! ok, ok...sheesh. 19, so unless Aya..."
Aya had seemed intent on working his way as far away from the group as possible, his face rivaling his hair and holding the cards to his chest. Yohji regarded him suspiciously, glad he was still wearing pants.
"Aya Fujimea, you give me those cards RIGHT NOW!" With those words, Yohji tackled Aya, pinned him, and snatched the cards. Sitting on Aya's back, he quickly added up the numbers.
"Dear God," said Yohji. "I never would have thought it was possible." Aya gave up fighting and slumped to the floor, reconciled to his fate.
"What?! What?!?" screeched Omi and Ken, trying to catch a glimpse of the cards.
"32," said Yohji, still loking faintly astonished. "Still, though, guess what that means...Aya-kuuuuuuuuuuuuun?" said the blond in a voice dripping with fake sweetness, leaning over Aya's back to peer into his eyes. "Not only do you lose, but you also have to do something for me, like we all agreed..." Ken put a hand over Omi's eyes, and then, as an afterthought, put a hand over his eyes, too.
Soon, though, the thumping noises and moans became too much for him. He leant over to whisper in Omi's ear, but he never even got his mouth all the way open. (Well, let's say he did later. ^^)
Several hours later, Ken opened his eyes a bit, arm still around Omi's slim, naked shoulders. Aya and Yohji lay in a corner, their limbs tangled toghter in what could be percieved as varying degrees of obscenity.
"Neeeee..." Ken began slowly. "I vote next Saturday, we have Yohji pick the activity again."
~Owari~
Yes, I am well aware that it sucked. Maybe Yotan's right, we DO need illustrations... :