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Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none
Warnings: yaoi, mature situations, language
*The Pairing shall be revealed at the end of the story. We don't want to ruin the surprise now, do we? ^.~
Disclaimer: Weiß kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu-san & company. In short, *not mine*
Completed: Nov. 17, 2001
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K o n e k o L i f e #05:
And the Night Shifts
by Purple
Yoji was sure it was going to be another hot date, because in the car on the way home, they could barely keep their hands off each other. Because upon reaching the driveway, he hoped everybody inside would be fast asleep. Because as soon as they reached his bedroom, he and his female companion for the night were inseparable -- lips and limbs.
Standing inside Yoji's dimly-lit room, with their arms wrapped around each other, Yoji and his date greedily exchanged bruising kisses, her fingers entangling his golden strands before letting her hands slide to his chest. Clutching Yoji's coat collar, the girl began pushing the garment off his shoulders. Yoji helped her with it, tossing the coat aside and sending it to the floor.
Stepping back, the girl then removed her coat, her deep blue eyes staring at Yoji teasingly as she revealed the red-hot décolleté dress she had on.
"Have I told you how much I love that dress?" the playboy smirked.
"Then take a good look at it now, Yoji," she smiled cattily, her hands on her hips, "'cause it won't be there later."
Yoji closed the distance between them once again, grabbing her small waist to pull the tall girl towards him. Needless to say, more tongue-lashing took place as the two blindly made their way to Yoji's bed. Falling back on the soft cushion, Yoji began kissing down the girl's long neck, making her moan. He felt feminine fingers unbutton his dark blue silk shirt, which soon joined the growing pile on the floor.
Suddenly, a small beeping sound echoed from the mess at the bottom. It came from her purse. It was her pager. Ignoring it at first, they let the pager do its thing a little longer before Yoji rolled over to let his date go check.
"Um, may I use your phone?" the girl asked after reading the message, raking her stylishly cropped hair.
"Sure, downstairs," Yoji gestured. "I'll go with you."
"No, it's okay. I'll find it," she smiled as she put her pager back in her purse. With a final teasing remark, she excused herself, leaving the door ajar on her way out.
Lighting himself a cigarette, Yoji did not bother to put his shirt back on as he walked over to his window. He opened it halfway up to let the breeze cool him down. Through the cold glass, Yoji watched quietly as nightlife passed him by, the view blurred by the occasional cigarette smoke.
After a while, Yoji heard footsteps from outside his room. Grinning slyly, he flicked his cigarette out the window, and rushed to the other side of the room to turn his lamplight out. Now in the dark, he waited silently, standing at the side of the door where he wouldn't be seen when it was opened.
As soon as a figure appeared, Yoji quickly seized its wrist and pulled the person into the darkness, towards him. "What took you so long?" he purred. Cupping cool cheeks, Yoji didn't give the person a chance to answer as he had dipped his lips for a kiss. He felt the other gasped.
Immediately at the touch of their lips, Yoji marveled at how soft the girl's lips were, and he wondered why he hadn't noticed this earlier, these wonderful lips. Blaming it on the drinks he had that night, and the rough and raging kisses they shared earlier, he decided to take it easy this time.
Yoji kissed her slowly at first, teasing velvet lips which he could feel were hesitating. But he knew she would eventually respond. And she did after a while, slowly but surely melting into the kiss. And only when she began to do this that Yoji deepened the experience, making it long and sensuous. Tracing the sweetness with his tongue, he felt her lips part slightly, quietly welcoming him, her cold fingers grazing Yoji's bare arm as he took her breath away.
This kiss was nice, Yoji thought, _really_ nice.
Although the kiss they were sharing now was pleasantly and surprisingly different from the other ones, it was only when Yoji let his hands roam from her cheeks to her shoulders that he noticed something _really_ different: her evening dress felt like the fabric of a T-shirt...no, wait. He let his hands roam some more, and--
Oh, shit -- emerald eyes shot open -- It _was_ a T-shirt!
Pulling away, Yoji quickly extended an arm to the light switch on the wall and turned to see who the T-shirt-wearer was.
And he couldn't believe his eyes...
"Aya!" Yoji gasped, his eyes saucer-like.
The redhead stood rooted to his place, and was just as confused and breathless as Yoji was. Fingers on his lips, Aya could feel his cheeks burn as he gazed blankly at the floor.
"Wha-what are you doing here?" asked Yoji, bewildered; finally able to form a coherent sentence.
Looking up at the tall blond, Aya opened his lips, but no words came out. He tried again. Still nothing. Wishing to avoid further embarrassment, he turned to leave instead.
"Wait," Yoji called out, grabbing him by the wrist.
Aya froze to the touch.
"Wait," Yoji repeated, more softly this time, as he let Aya's wrist go.
"Oyasumi," Aya blurted out, hesitating to turn around to face the older man. On his way out, he bumped into Yoji's date -- who was just as tall as Aya. The younger man was able to grunt out an apology without looking at her.
The girl recognized the aloof redhead from the flower shop. "Was that-- ?"
"Aya," Yoji finished, still watching Aya's retreating back.
The girl nodded, looking at Aya, too. "Um, Yoji," she turned back to the distracted playboy as Aya's bedroom door closed, "I'm sorry but we have to cut this night short."
Yoji remembered asking her why, but his mind was too swirly to remember what her reason was. The next thing he knew he was offering her a ride to wherever it was she needed to be. And he also remembered the girl kissing him softly as thanks...
But it wasn't the same.
Later that night, Yoji returned home. Making his way up the stairs, he stared blankly at each wooden step, thoughtful and unable to think at the same time.
Remembering, for the hundredth time that evening, the kiss he and Aya shared, Yoji knew that things were going to change between them because of it. Because it was the only thing he could think about in the car as he sat quietly next to his "hot date." Because upon reaching home, he hoped Aya would still be awake -- tossing and turning, the way Yoji did inside his head -- thinking about what happened, too.
Because instead of retiring to his bedroom, here he was, standing in front of Aya's room, with his nervous hands in his back pockets, finding in himself the courage to knock...
~Owari~
Psst! Got comments?
Thanx for reading! And thank you, thank you, *thank you* to those wonderful people who'd been commenting on these ficlets. I appreciate it very much. ^_____^
Pairing: Yoji x Ran
More...
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none
Warnings: yaoi, mature situations, language
*The Pairing shall be revealed at the end of the story. We don't want to ruin the surprise now, do we? ^.~
Disclaimer: Weiß kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu-san & company. In short, *not mine*
Completed: Nov. 17, 2001
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
K o n e k o L i f e #05:
And the Night Shifts
by Purple
Yoji was sure it was going to be another hot date, because in the car on the way home, they could barely keep their hands off each other. Because upon reaching the driveway, he hoped everybody inside would be fast asleep. Because as soon as they reached his bedroom, he and his female companion for the night were inseparable -- lips and limbs.
Standing inside Yoji's dimly-lit room, with their arms wrapped around each other, Yoji and his date greedily exchanged bruising kisses, her fingers entangling his golden strands before letting her hands slide to his chest. Clutching Yoji's coat collar, the girl began pushing the garment off his shoulders. Yoji helped her with it, tossing the coat aside and sending it to the floor.
Stepping back, the girl then removed her coat, her deep blue eyes staring at Yoji teasingly as she revealed the red-hot décolleté dress she had on.
"Have I told you how much I love that dress?" the playboy smirked.
"Then take a good look at it now, Yoji," she smiled cattily, her hands on her hips, "'cause it won't be there later."
Yoji closed the distance between them once again, grabbing her small waist to pull the tall girl towards him. Needless to say, more tongue-lashing took place as the two blindly made their way to Yoji's bed. Falling back on the soft cushion, Yoji began kissing down the girl's long neck, making her moan. He felt feminine fingers unbutton his dark blue silk shirt, which soon joined the growing pile on the floor.
Suddenly, a small beeping sound echoed from the mess at the bottom. It came from her purse. It was her pager. Ignoring it at first, they let the pager do its thing a little longer before Yoji rolled over to let his date go check.
"Um, may I use your phone?" the girl asked after reading the message, raking her stylishly cropped hair.
"Sure, downstairs," Yoji gestured. "I'll go with you."
"No, it's okay. I'll find it," she smiled as she put her pager back in her purse. With a final teasing remark, she excused herself, leaving the door ajar on her way out.
Lighting himself a cigarette, Yoji did not bother to put his shirt back on as he walked over to his window. He opened it halfway up to let the breeze cool him down. Through the cold glass, Yoji watched quietly as nightlife passed him by, the view blurred by the occasional cigarette smoke.
After a while, Yoji heard footsteps from outside his room. Grinning slyly, he flicked his cigarette out the window, and rushed to the other side of the room to turn his lamplight out. Now in the dark, he waited silently, standing at the side of the door where he wouldn't be seen when it was opened.
As soon as a figure appeared, Yoji quickly seized its wrist and pulled the person into the darkness, towards him. "What took you so long?" he purred. Cupping cool cheeks, Yoji didn't give the person a chance to answer as he had dipped his lips for a kiss. He felt the other gasped.
Immediately at the touch of their lips, Yoji marveled at how soft the girl's lips were, and he wondered why he hadn't noticed this earlier, these wonderful lips. Blaming it on the drinks he had that night, and the rough and raging kisses they shared earlier, he decided to take it easy this time.
Yoji kissed her slowly at first, teasing velvet lips which he could feel were hesitating. But he knew she would eventually respond. And she did after a while, slowly but surely melting into the kiss. And only when she began to do this that Yoji deepened the experience, making it long and sensuous. Tracing the sweetness with his tongue, he felt her lips part slightly, quietly welcoming him, her cold fingers grazing Yoji's bare arm as he took her breath away.
This kiss was nice, Yoji thought, _really_ nice.
Although the kiss they were sharing now was pleasantly and surprisingly different from the other ones, it was only when Yoji let his hands roam from her cheeks to her shoulders that he noticed something _really_ different: her evening dress felt like the fabric of a T-shirt...no, wait. He let his hands roam some more, and--
Oh, shit -- emerald eyes shot open -- It _was_ a T-shirt!
Pulling away, Yoji quickly extended an arm to the light switch on the wall and turned to see who the T-shirt-wearer was.
And he couldn't believe his eyes...
"Aya!" Yoji gasped, his eyes saucer-like.
The redhead stood rooted to his place, and was just as confused and breathless as Yoji was. Fingers on his lips, Aya could feel his cheeks burn as he gazed blankly at the floor.
"Wha-what are you doing here?" asked Yoji, bewildered; finally able to form a coherent sentence.
Looking up at the tall blond, Aya opened his lips, but no words came out. He tried again. Still nothing. Wishing to avoid further embarrassment, he turned to leave instead.
"Wait," Yoji called out, grabbing him by the wrist.
Aya froze to the touch.
"Wait," Yoji repeated, more softly this time, as he let Aya's wrist go.
"Oyasumi," Aya blurted out, hesitating to turn around to face the older man. On his way out, he bumped into Yoji's date -- who was just as tall as Aya. The younger man was able to grunt out an apology without looking at her.
The girl recognized the aloof redhead from the flower shop. "Was that-- ?"
"Aya," Yoji finished, still watching Aya's retreating back.
The girl nodded, looking at Aya, too. "Um, Yoji," she turned back to the distracted playboy as Aya's bedroom door closed, "I'm sorry but we have to cut this night short."
Yoji remembered asking her why, but his mind was too swirly to remember what her reason was. The next thing he knew he was offering her a ride to wherever it was she needed to be. And he also remembered the girl kissing him softly as thanks...
But it wasn't the same.
Later that night, Yoji returned home. Making his way up the stairs, he stared blankly at each wooden step, thoughtful and unable to think at the same time.
Remembering, for the hundredth time that evening, the kiss he and Aya shared, Yoji knew that things were going to change between them because of it. Because it was the only thing he could think about in the car as he sat quietly next to his "hot date." Because upon reaching home, he hoped Aya would still be awake -- tossing and turning, the way Yoji did inside his head -- thinking about what happened, too.
Because instead of retiring to his bedroom, here he was, standing in front of Aya's room, with his nervous hands in his back pockets, finding in himself the courage to knock...
~Owari~
Psst! Got comments?
Thanx for reading! And thank you, thank you, *thank you* to those wonderful people who'd been commenting on these ficlets. I appreciate it very much. ^_____^
Pairing: Yoji x Ran
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