I don't own the series Weiß Kreuz. Takehito, Koyasu owns it. The story idea, however, is mine so please don't go ripping it off from me. I'll be very upset and be forced to use violent measures of the utmost extreme to exact my revenge.

Note: Italics in this story are used to denote mental thought or mental screwing around… which ever comes first –snickers-.

Chapter 11

Yohji woke the next morning to a pair of soft hands gently massaging his back. "Mmm, Asuka that feels wonderful." He said in a sleep filled voice.

"Asuka?" A masculine voice repeated the name. "Why would you think that I was her?" The hands that had been giving him the wonderful massage had suddenly stopped.

The tone of voice brought Yohji out of sleep fogged haze and into wakefulness. "Huh?" He rolled onto his back and saw Ran straddled over him. His lips parted into a teasing smile.

Upon seeing the man, Yohji, instantly remembered what had happened that night. Memories of how, as soon as the two men reached their home, quickly made their way up to Yohji's bedroom to finish their discussion. They had spoke for a little while before Ran grew tired of all the talk and pushed the brunet down onto the bed. In that instant that he showed him how he felt they should handle the problem.

Yohji's skin tingled in response to the remembered sensation of Ran's lips trailing its way down his body. And the hands! Oh, how he enjoyed the way Ran touched him, but the real killer of that night was the sex. It was better than what he had done with any women ever. Not to forget that it could go both ways if they wanted and it did.

Yohji let out a soft purr. "Morning Aya. Sleep well?"

"Well enough. Now why did you call me Asuka? Was I so bad last night that you had to dream about her to make it better?"

"No," Yohji shook his head quickly. "I was still partially asleep when I said that. I'm sorry."

Yohji hoped that Aya would be the type of man who would allow him to mess up at least once. It had been their first night together after all. Besides, Yohji thought to himself, it could happen to anyone.

A smirk played over Ran's face. "You do know that I'll have to punish you for your slip up, Kudoh."

"Punish me? I was half asleep when I said that though!"

"I know, however it's best to correct this type of problem at the start, so later on it doesn't happen again."

"How am I going to be punished?" Yohji sighed. "Is it going to be no sex for a week or something?" That's if he'll even let me sleep with him ever again. He added to himself.

"Iie, I was thinking more along the lines of hot wax, whips and handcuffs."

Yohji's eyes widened.

It shocked him to hear Ran speak that way. In all the years he had known the younger man, he had though of him as the type pf person that would be uninterested, unwilling, or even disgusted, for that matter, with that kind of rough foreplay. Not that Yohji was completely gun-ho about it, but Ran was just such a quiet person that one didn't expect that type of kinky behavior from him. Now, Ken, Yohji thought, would be someone to fit into the S&M category.

It was at that point though, that he remembered a saying and ended up having to agree with it. It WAS always the quiet ones.

"Uhm… can we forego the hot wax?" He asked. "I'm really not into being scalded or burned for that matter."

"Hmmm… I'll think about it," Ran remained silent for a moment before speaking up again. "What about hot wax and ice?"

Yohji looked into Ran's violet eyes. A hint of mischief lurked behind those purple irises as well as amusement.

"Oh fine." Ran relented. "No ice or hot wax, I wouldn't want to do any type of permanent damage to that body of yours anyway, it's such a nice body. I just want to let you know though that you're absolutely taking all the fun out of this."

As Ran said this he slowly glided a finger down Yohji's chest, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

"Thank God," Yohji shivered in response to the young man's touch.

"Now, the question is, where do you keep all of the fun stuff?"

"Uh… would you believe that I don't own any type of tools used for that purpose?"

"You don't own… What the hell is with you, Yohji? You're the sex fiend of this group. You're supposed to have whips, chains, handcuffs and all the rest!"

Yohji frowned. "Just because I've slept around doesn't mean I've given into other people's fetishes, Aya."

"Oh, well then we'll just have to go shopping then."

"Out of whose pocket?"

"Why yours, of course."

"Why mine?"

"Because I said so."

"…"

"Besides," Ran said bending down to nip Yohji's jaw. "You have more money than I do right now. I can't spend anymore because of Aya's bill."

"Fine but we're not going to get too exotic here."

"That's perfectly alright with me." Ran said with a purr. "Come on, let's go now. I want to punish you as soon as possible."

"Alright," Yohji said as Ran moved off him so he could get out of the bed and get dressed.

As soon as they were ready, they were on their way to the store.

It didn't take both men too long to reach their destination. Nor did it take Ran too long to gather their things, but it was still long enough to let Yohji look around the store for a bit.

He'd never really been inside a sex novelty shop before, and that wasn't saying that the man was totally innocent on it's knowledge. He just never had a reason to be inside of one until now.

He knew with women he could always depend on his own sexual prowess to keep them happy. There was also the fact that all of them tended to be well stocked on the things he might need so he never went to one.

He wandered around the store for a little while, idly glancing around at all of the different types of products they had, until he came to one section of the store and stopped.

He looked at the section for a few seconds before the urge to laugh took a hold of him. He had heard of woman's dildos before and at one point he had actually used one on a woman, but he had never known that they could come in all different sizes, shapes, colors, or possibly even flavors. They ranged from being just a piece of plastic, to the more exotic looking ones, like the one in front of him which was shaped like a tongue and could move any which way circularly with a nose on it for outer stimulation purposes.

Seeing all the different types caused the young man to wonder why a woman needed a man to begin with. Hell, they didn't even need them for procreation anymore, since there were enough sperm banks in the world to allow the woman to have children without the man's effort at all.

He was in the middle of his morbid thoughts when someone lightly touched him on his shoulder. "Find anything you want over here?" A voice asked softly from behind.

"Iie, just looking," He turned to glance at Aya who stood directly behind him smirking.

Yohji couldn't help but realize that ever since Ran had come up to him at the bar last night, that he was constantly wearing that same look. He half wondered if the man was secretly laughing at him but quickly dismissed the idea.

In addition, Ran's smirk wasn't that of a person amused by what was going on but rather it was more along the line of him finally attaining something he had thought he would never be able to get.

It warmed Yohji's heart to think that Ran had wanted him for a while now.

"That's too bad then, sometimes these can be useful as well." A hint of disappointment lingered in his voice. "Oh well, by the way, I picked up a couple bottles of lube as well. I don't like the kind we used last night. It began to irritate me after a while."

"A bit delicate with the skin aren't we, Aya?" Yohji teased him lightly.

"Yes I am and if you tell the others, I'll kill you." He growled back.

"What me tell them about our sex life? I think not." Yohji scoffed. "It might make them want you and you're mine."

Ran smiled at that.

"So are we ready to go yet?" Yohji asked.

"Are you sure you want to leave yet? We could look around some more if you like?"

Yohji shook his head and with that the two men headed up to the counter, paid for their items, and then left going back to their home.

They made it home in a relatively short time.

Yohji was slightly on edge when he stepped through the door to his bedroom. The whole time the two men were in the car, on the drive home, Ran sat in the passenger seat dreamily stroking the newly bought whip which laid in his lap.

Yohji knew that as soon as they stepped one foot into the room the game of "Punish the Yotan" would commence, and it did.

A couple of hours later, Yohji laid on the bed smoking a cigarette. He was alone for the time being since Ran was in the middle of getting ready to take over for Omi inside the flower shop. In all actuality the past couple of hours hadn't been as bad as the brunet expected it to be, in fact he found that he sort of enjoyed it. Not that he was going to tell the red head that. He didn't want Ran to get the idea that he would allow himself to be a whipping post all the time.

Besides, at this point, Yohji was still uncertain of what type of relationship he and Ran had. He knew that just because the two of them had slept with each other all night as well as most of the day, didn't give him the right to call the younger man his lover. He had used that reasoning often with the women he'd slept with that thought along those same lines. He ended up figuring that he would just come right out and ask Ran to clarify the matter to him.

He took one last puff of the nearly finished cigarette before grinding it out and stretched himself on the bed. He knew that if he was going to ask Ran about it he had better do it before the man went to work in the store, so he stood up, threw on some clothes and went to Ran's room to wait.

This was really the first time the playboy had ever been into the swordsman's room, but it was somewhat familiar to him.

The bed was still in it's normal position near the window, but the other details were fairly new to the twenty three year old. It wasn't surprising though, considering the fact that the most he had ever seen was from darkened windows with his only source of light coming from the street lamps in the dead of night.

To him the room was considered, if anything to be prosaic. The plain white walls held only one picture, which Yohji guessed, was of Ran's most beloved Porsche, and a calendar with little checks on the previous dates to acknowledge their passing. It was a very utilitarian room with all the basic needs to make it seem semi hospitable. Not to mention the fact that the place was as sanitary as that of a hospital.

It surprised Yohji that the room didn't smell like one.

Walking over to Ran's bed, he sat down. It was a nice semi-firm, full sized mattress with clean white sheets on it.

Here he waited for the man he loved to come out of the shower.

He hadn't been waiting for very long when a wet towel clad assassin strode into the room. Completely unaware of Yohji, who sat so patiently waiting for him, he walked over to the dresser and began pulling out clothes to wear, humming a tune softly to himself the whole time.

Yohji listened to him for a few moments, delighted over the point that his loved one was quite possibly more human than he showed himself to others.

"I'm surprised that you don't sing more often." He spoke up.

Ran nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Yohji speak to him. He turned to face the brunet. "Why are you in my room?" He demanded Yohji.

"Ahh… I … well…" Yohji stuttered.

"Was it by any chance because you missed being around me and you insanely began to desire my company?" Ran teased him slightly and walked over to cup Yohji's cheek tenderly. "I would so love to indulge you, dear, but I do need to work."

Yohji blinked in surprise at the term of endearment Ran used with him. "Ano, does that mean that last night meant more than just relief from sexual tension?"

"What do you think Kudoh?" Ran replied. "Besides, I wouldn't have punished you for calling me Asuka if we were just doing the one night and half the day thing."

Yohji smiled when he heard Ran say that.

"Anyway, I need to go to the shop soon." Ran hastily began to pull his clothes on. "Why don't you get some rest, I think I want to play some more tonight after the store is closed."

A pair of eyes watched as the two newly formed lovers spoke to one another in the tiny bedroom.

This is all wrong, the observer thought. While watching, the crimson haired man bent over, lightly brushed his lips against the other man's, and said a quick goodbye. I have to stop this or something bad is going to happen!

The onlooker glanced around from his vantage point and sighed. The worst part is, for now, I can't do anything but watch and wait….

Author's notes: -coughs- I think I had to up the rating on this a bit… then again I'm not sure but I did it anyway… so… Yes I know I actually got another chapter out for this quicker than I normally do… I've had a lot of odd inspiration from Schu.

Schu: It's because I'm evil

Whatever… you know that if you like this chapter or anything go ahead and review it. If you don't … meh I'll live.