I don't own Weiss Kreuz.
Chapter 1
Yohji winked at Aya, each one hiding behind opposite walls as they waited for the target to make her entrance. A murderer that preyed on anyone she thought was a whore. Going to clubs and seeking out anyone drunk enough to follow her home.
Aya put his earpiece in his pocket. He didn't need Omi yacking in his ear while he was trying to concentrate.
He waited for Yohji to make the signal instead of letting Omi tell him what to do. He listened, his hands tensing on his sword when he heard the door open. Was that her? He had no way of telling without peeking around the corner.
Yohji shook his head, no. She wasn't alone, so they had to wait. The last thing they needed was for their identities to be compromised by the victim.
The power was cut. Yohji nodded at him. Aya rushed in, stabbing the woman right through the chest before Yohji could even make a move to help.
"Aya!" Yohji shouted as a man came up behind him. They hadn't known the bitch had an accomplice.
Yohji let his wires loose, wrapping around the man and yanking until the man choked to death on his own blood.
Aya approached Yohji, excited from the kill even as blood dripped from his hair. Yohji looked beautiful like this, even though he didn't have any blood on him. He still had that feral look that Aya loved so much, the look that told Aya exactly what they were going to be doing when they got home.
"Get out of there, I'm setting off the charges in ten seconds," Omi's voice warned, so loud that Aya could see Yohji wince at the volume. Aya was glad his was in his pocket.
Aya grabbed Yohji's hand and made a break for the door, just barely getting to the car before the building exploded.
"How's that for a date," Yohji snickered, leaning in and sucking up a mark on Aya's neck that made his entire body quiver with need.
He was getting home NOW!
"We're fine, Bombay," Yohji announced into the comm. Before turning it off. Aya sped way over the speed limit. He needed Yohji .
"Aya, slow the hell down, if the police pull us over with blood all over you there's going to be a serious problem!" Yohji hissed.
"Only if they can catch up with us," Aya shrugged him off.
Aya slammed on the brakes hard enough to make Yohji fall forward against the dashboard. They were home already? Thank God!
He grabbed Yohji by the front of his mission uniform and dragged him toward the front doors. Omi and Ken still beat them on Ken's bike. Omi held the door open for them, a small blush stealing over his cheeks as Aya dragged Yohji toward the stairs.
"A little eager, eh?" Yohji teased with a small laugh as Aya yanked him up the stairs and into Yohji's room.
Aya shoved his coat off, glaring at Yohji when the man didn't move to do the same. Yohji seemed to get the point and started shoving his own clothes off. Good, because Aya would've torn the clothes to pieces just to get to the naked flesh underneath.
Aya shoved him down onto the bed and straddled him with a wide grin. It was one of the few things that could make Aya smile.
He slammed himself down onto Yohji`s member without any preparation. He didn`t care. He needed him too much to care.
Yohji reached up and touched his cheek as he started to push up further into Aya`s body. That felt so good.
Aya rode him hard, not giving him the option of taking things slow.
`Damn, Aya`` Yohji gasped, pushing even further into him with each thrust. Aya`s head fell back as he started reaching completion. Yohji was giving him what he needed even as the murderer`s blood dripped down onto his face and spattered Yohji`s chest a bit.
They came together, both crying out even though they knew the walls were thin.
`Baby, I think its time for a shower.` Yohji helped Aya stand up, knowing that the man was tired from the adrenaline.
Author`s notes: Another one begins. This will be the last one. J