Weiss Kreuz Fic - Serendipity - NC-17
Wow, it's been a *long* time since I've written anything, but I was watching a movie on my computer and this just came to me, so I had to write it down. (Couldn't see the movie around the writhing bishies!)
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Warnings: NC-17. Total PWP, and *not* worksafe!
Pairings: Who else? Yohji/Aya
It was a stupid thing, really. He had been fucking around, pretending he was some superhero or other while killing time in the practice room. Remembering what he had seen on a movie recently, it seemed like nothing to toss wire up around a beam and see if he could swing from it. The only problem was that he couldn’t keep a firm enough grip on the wire to lift his body weight. So he tried twisting it a few times, looping it around his own wrists. And it worked, to his surprise, so he swung a few times, feeling the gentle straining in his arms. He pushed off the floor, lifting his legs clear, and accidentally gave himself a little twist. The spinning was actually fun - once he got over the desire to be sick - so he did it on purpose a few more times. Coming back to ground, it was only slightly disconcerting that the balls of his feet barely touched the floor, his heels not quite reaching. Unfortunately, he wasn’t near a wall, so he had to balance himself while untwisting the wire from his wrists. Normally able to balance like a cat on a beam, the spinning had taken its toll, and he found that it was nearly impossible to keep himself upright and untwist himself at the same time.
A sudden agitation bloomed in his stomach. The other three were gone, out on a quick reconnaissance for their next mission, which is why he had been fooling around in the first place. He wasn’t really sure what worried him the most: being strung up here by his own wire for who knows how long until they found him, or what they would say when they did find him. Yohji wasn’t sure who he would prefer to have come upon him in an embarrassing situation like this, but whoever it was, he knew he would be hearing about it for a long time to come. Even Omi wouldn’t be able to keep from teasing him about this.
As caught up as he was in trying to free himself, he never heard the door open, or the measured tread that indicated he wasn’t alone. It wasn’t until a black clad arm wrapped around him from behind, steadying him, that he knew he had an audience.
He didn’t need to look to know who it was. There was only one Weiss that touched him this familiarly. “Aya, thank god. A little help here? I’m kind of… stuck.”
There was no answer from the other man, which really wasn’t that unexpected, but he didn’t move from behind Yohji either. Instead, his arm slid lower, gloved fingers skimming along the bare skin of his chest.
Yohji bit his lip, trying to contain his reaction to the feel of leather against his skin. There was a reason he wore leather pants with no underwear, after all. Not that he normally wore underwear, or was wearing any at the moment. And it seemed as if Aya was interested in that for himself, as his hand inched lower, sliding underneath the loose band of Yohji’s sweat pants.
Yohji held his breath as slick leather touched his stirring cock. He kept himself very still, not sure if he was encouraging or discouraging the advances. While he was always up for some fun, he wasn’t exactly in the best position for it. Trying to ignore the light touches, he called out a little more desperately, “Aya? Are you going to get me down?”
The hand withdrew, and Yohji swallowed a sigh of disappointment. Get down, then jump Aya. He could wait. A soft rustling of fabric and then the man himself was standing in front of him. Aya, still in his mission coat, Abyssinian in every detail except for the slight flush on his cheeks and the darkened violet of his eyes. Yohji knew that look, normally loved it when he was able to bring it forth, but at the moment he just wanted down. “Please, Aya? Come on, help a guy out.”
Aya cocked his head and looked at him, still staying silent. Yohji was used to the other man’s silences, but this was getting to be a bit much, even for him. And then Aya shook his head. “No.”
He really wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. “No?”
“No.” Aya shook his head again. “I like you like this.”
Yohji swallowed. This wasn’t going the way he had hoped. Though he had to admit, his kinky side kind of liked what Aya was implying. But he liked to touch his lover, feel that pale skin beneath his fingertips, and with his arms suspended above his head like this, it wasn’t possible. “Aya, no playing. Let me down.”
Aya stepped forward, pressing against him, leaning up until their lips were almost touching. Yohji strained forward, unable to help himself when Aya’s mouth was so close to his own, but Aya pulled back just enough to frustrate him. In a whisper that brushed their lips together, he said, “You’re not exactly in a position to tell me what to do.”
Their noses pressed against each other, and Yohji stared into violet gone almost black, but as much as he tried, Aya’s mouth was still out of reach. He growled, frustrated and annoyed. While Aya playing games was something new, he liked the idea. But not right now. After he was let down, fine, but not while he was so unable to move. “Let me go.”
Aya frowned, and Yohji suddenly jerked forward as pain spread through his backside. It took his startled mind a moment to figure out what had just happened. Aya had hit him! No, Aya had spanked him.
Yohji stared. His mind was utterly unable to comprehend what was going on, it was just too far out of the ordinary. His body, however, had no problems with this. He was half-hard already, just from being pressed against Aya like this, and the strain on his arms had become the furthest thing from important.
Halfway convinced he had passed out and this was all some kind of dream, he was further convinced when a hand cupped him, rubbing him through his pants. His hips jerked forward, no longer under his control, pushing against the pressure, and he could not stop the hiss that slithered from him.
As close together as they were, he felt the corner of Aya’s mouth lift rather than seeing it. Yohji lifted his chin slightly, trying his best to capture just one kiss, but Aya was having none of it, keeping the distance between their mouths the same no matter what he did. His hands twitched in their bounds, wanting nothing more than to be free so he could take Aya’s head in both hands, hold him still so he could plunder his mouth again and again until they were both breathless.
He thought he heard the ghost of a laugh, and then Aya drew away only to tilt his head and lean in again, his breath ghosting over the skin of Yohji’s neck. Never close enough to touch, but almost, almost there, it made his skin hypersensitive, anticipation making his breath catch.
The hand had disappeared, but now it was back, skating up his body ever so slowly. He shuddered as it skimmed up his neck, winding in his hair as if to keep him in place. Like he could move right now if he wanted to. He quivered with the tension both his restraints and Aya’s touch were winding through his body. He was fully hard now, aching, eager. He would not have thought it would be so, but now that it was happening, he could not deny how much he was enjoying this.
Aya had moved down to his collarbones, still teasing, still not touching, and he breathed the man’s name, almost a sob. He could not tell if Aya heard him or not, but breath gusted over his skin in a soft, satisfied sigh, and Aya finally raised his head. He did not move, and Yohji could not either, captured in the heated darkness in Aya’s eyes. Half-lidded, they closed fully as Aya leaned forward and finally allowed him what he had been craving. As their lips met, slowly and gently, the hand in his hair slid down to caress his cheek.
It didn’t stay slow and gentle for long. He wasn’t sure if he pressed for more or if Aya did, but suddenly they were devouring each other and Aya’s hand was kneading him again. His groan wracked his trembling body and he pushed forward, needing more.
And then Aya was gone, leaving him gasping, but only for a second as the man dropped to his knees, pulling Yohji’s pants with him and swallowing Yohji’s cock in one smooth move. Yohji was pretty sure his heart stopped beating in that moment. He certainly stopped breathing, though he only realized it when his lungs started burning and he had to gasp for air or die.
He was almost afraid to look down, not sure if his rapidly diminishing control would allow him the sight of Aya on his knees. He risked it, and then could not tear his eyes away. Half-lidded eyes peered at him from under tousled bangs, Aya’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked, skin flushed with desire. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. This had to be a dream, there was no way this could really be Aya.
If it was a dream, it was a damn realistic one. He wasn’t going to last long like this, especially when Aya ran both hands up his body, leather gliding over his skin, teasing his nipples into aching peaks. His arms were forgotten, nothing but his mounting pleasure mattering. His world had narrowed to the face in front of him and the hands that caressed him. When they slid around his waist, gripping his ass, he knew this was it. One teasing finger drawn over his entrance and he came with a sob, Aya’s name on his lips.
Hanging heavily from his bindings, Yohji struggled to stay upright. Aya steadied him as he rose, tucking Yohji neatly back into his pants. Head hanging down, it was all Yohji could do to breathe, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t alarmed when a blade appeared in Aya’s hand, and gratefully leaned against him as Aya rose on tiptop to cut his restraints.
His hands fell to his sides, dead weight after having been suspended for so long. He knew they would begin to tingle and ache soon, and he winced. Aya’s hands on his face brought his attention back to his rescuer, and he leaned forward to steal a kiss. Aya allowed it, though kept it short, and then turned away from him, leaving Yohji adrift without his support.
Striding across the room, Aya appeared business like as usual, almost as if nothing had just happened. He paused at the door without turning. “I’m going to take a shower.”
The heat in his voice rushed over Yohji as a physical force, nearly knocking him off his feet. He was following Aya before he knew it, and a slow grin grew on his face. A shower, huh? Sounded like a great place to pay Aya back for the… torture he had just inflicted.
Suddenly aware that he was leering like a lecher, Yohji straightened and brushed his hair back, then followed Aya out of the room.
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Warnings: NC-17. Total PWP, and *not* worksafe!
Pairings: Who else? Yohji/Aya
It was a stupid thing, really. He had been fucking around, pretending he was some superhero or other while killing time in the practice room. Remembering what he had seen on a movie recently, it seemed like nothing to toss wire up around a beam and see if he could swing from it. The only problem was that he couldn’t keep a firm enough grip on the wire to lift his body weight. So he tried twisting it a few times, looping it around his own wrists. And it worked, to his surprise, so he swung a few times, feeling the gentle straining in his arms. He pushed off the floor, lifting his legs clear, and accidentally gave himself a little twist. The spinning was actually fun - once he got over the desire to be sick - so he did it on purpose a few more times. Coming back to ground, it was only slightly disconcerting that the balls of his feet barely touched the floor, his heels not quite reaching. Unfortunately, he wasn’t near a wall, so he had to balance himself while untwisting the wire from his wrists. Normally able to balance like a cat on a beam, the spinning had taken its toll, and he found that it was nearly impossible to keep himself upright and untwist himself at the same time.
A sudden agitation bloomed in his stomach. The other three were gone, out on a quick reconnaissance for their next mission, which is why he had been fooling around in the first place. He wasn’t really sure what worried him the most: being strung up here by his own wire for who knows how long until they found him, or what they would say when they did find him. Yohji wasn’t sure who he would prefer to have come upon him in an embarrassing situation like this, but whoever it was, he knew he would be hearing about it for a long time to come. Even Omi wouldn’t be able to keep from teasing him about this.
As caught up as he was in trying to free himself, he never heard the door open, or the measured tread that indicated he wasn’t alone. It wasn’t until a black clad arm wrapped around him from behind, steadying him, that he knew he had an audience.
He didn’t need to look to know who it was. There was only one Weiss that touched him this familiarly. “Aya, thank god. A little help here? I’m kind of… stuck.”
There was no answer from the other man, which really wasn’t that unexpected, but he didn’t move from behind Yohji either. Instead, his arm slid lower, gloved fingers skimming along the bare skin of his chest.
Yohji bit his lip, trying to contain his reaction to the feel of leather against his skin. There was a reason he wore leather pants with no underwear, after all. Not that he normally wore underwear, or was wearing any at the moment. And it seemed as if Aya was interested in that for himself, as his hand inched lower, sliding underneath the loose band of Yohji’s sweat pants.
Yohji held his breath as slick leather touched his stirring cock. He kept himself very still, not sure if he was encouraging or discouraging the advances. While he was always up for some fun, he wasn’t exactly in the best position for it. Trying to ignore the light touches, he called out a little more desperately, “Aya? Are you going to get me down?”
The hand withdrew, and Yohji swallowed a sigh of disappointment. Get down, then jump Aya. He could wait. A soft rustling of fabric and then the man himself was standing in front of him. Aya, still in his mission coat, Abyssinian in every detail except for the slight flush on his cheeks and the darkened violet of his eyes. Yohji knew that look, normally loved it when he was able to bring it forth, but at the moment he just wanted down. “Please, Aya? Come on, help a guy out.”
Aya cocked his head and looked at him, still staying silent. Yohji was used to the other man’s silences, but this was getting to be a bit much, even for him. And then Aya shook his head. “No.”
He really wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. “No?”
“No.” Aya shook his head again. “I like you like this.”
Yohji swallowed. This wasn’t going the way he had hoped. Though he had to admit, his kinky side kind of liked what Aya was implying. But he liked to touch his lover, feel that pale skin beneath his fingertips, and with his arms suspended above his head like this, it wasn’t possible. “Aya, no playing. Let me down.”
Aya stepped forward, pressing against him, leaning up until their lips were almost touching. Yohji strained forward, unable to help himself when Aya’s mouth was so close to his own, but Aya pulled back just enough to frustrate him. In a whisper that brushed their lips together, he said, “You’re not exactly in a position to tell me what to do.”
Their noses pressed against each other, and Yohji stared into violet gone almost black, but as much as he tried, Aya’s mouth was still out of reach. He growled, frustrated and annoyed. While Aya playing games was something new, he liked the idea. But not right now. After he was let down, fine, but not while he was so unable to move. “Let me go.”
Aya frowned, and Yohji suddenly jerked forward as pain spread through his backside. It took his startled mind a moment to figure out what had just happened. Aya had hit him! No, Aya had spanked him.
Yohji stared. His mind was utterly unable to comprehend what was going on, it was just too far out of the ordinary. His body, however, had no problems with this. He was half-hard already, just from being pressed against Aya like this, and the strain on his arms had become the furthest thing from important.
Halfway convinced he had passed out and this was all some kind of dream, he was further convinced when a hand cupped him, rubbing him through his pants. His hips jerked forward, no longer under his control, pushing against the pressure, and he could not stop the hiss that slithered from him.
As close together as they were, he felt the corner of Aya’s mouth lift rather than seeing it. Yohji lifted his chin slightly, trying his best to capture just one kiss, but Aya was having none of it, keeping the distance between their mouths the same no matter what he did. His hands twitched in their bounds, wanting nothing more than to be free so he could take Aya’s head in both hands, hold him still so he could plunder his mouth again and again until they were both breathless.
He thought he heard the ghost of a laugh, and then Aya drew away only to tilt his head and lean in again, his breath ghosting over the skin of Yohji’s neck. Never close enough to touch, but almost, almost there, it made his skin hypersensitive, anticipation making his breath catch.
The hand had disappeared, but now it was back, skating up his body ever so slowly. He shuddered as it skimmed up his neck, winding in his hair as if to keep him in place. Like he could move right now if he wanted to. He quivered with the tension both his restraints and Aya’s touch were winding through his body. He was fully hard now, aching, eager. He would not have thought it would be so, but now that it was happening, he could not deny how much he was enjoying this.
Aya had moved down to his collarbones, still teasing, still not touching, and he breathed the man’s name, almost a sob. He could not tell if Aya heard him or not, but breath gusted over his skin in a soft, satisfied sigh, and Aya finally raised his head. He did not move, and Yohji could not either, captured in the heated darkness in Aya’s eyes. Half-lidded, they closed fully as Aya leaned forward and finally allowed him what he had been craving. As their lips met, slowly and gently, the hand in his hair slid down to caress his cheek.
It didn’t stay slow and gentle for long. He wasn’t sure if he pressed for more or if Aya did, but suddenly they were devouring each other and Aya’s hand was kneading him again. His groan wracked his trembling body and he pushed forward, needing more.
And then Aya was gone, leaving him gasping, but only for a second as the man dropped to his knees, pulling Yohji’s pants with him and swallowing Yohji’s cock in one smooth move. Yohji was pretty sure his heart stopped beating in that moment. He certainly stopped breathing, though he only realized it when his lungs started burning and he had to gasp for air or die.
He was almost afraid to look down, not sure if his rapidly diminishing control would allow him the sight of Aya on his knees. He risked it, and then could not tear his eyes away. Half-lidded eyes peered at him from under tousled bangs, Aya’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked, skin flushed with desire. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. This had to be a dream, there was no way this could really be Aya.
If it was a dream, it was a damn realistic one. He wasn’t going to last long like this, especially when Aya ran both hands up his body, leather gliding over his skin, teasing his nipples into aching peaks. His arms were forgotten, nothing but his mounting pleasure mattering. His world had narrowed to the face in front of him and the hands that caressed him. When they slid around his waist, gripping his ass, he knew this was it. One teasing finger drawn over his entrance and he came with a sob, Aya’s name on his lips.
Hanging heavily from his bindings, Yohji struggled to stay upright. Aya steadied him as he rose, tucking Yohji neatly back into his pants. Head hanging down, it was all Yohji could do to breathe, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t alarmed when a blade appeared in Aya’s hand, and gratefully leaned against him as Aya rose on tiptop to cut his restraints.
His hands fell to his sides, dead weight after having been suspended for so long. He knew they would begin to tingle and ache soon, and he winced. Aya’s hands on his face brought his attention back to his rescuer, and he leaned forward to steal a kiss. Aya allowed it, though kept it short, and then turned away from him, leaving Yohji adrift without his support.
Striding across the room, Aya appeared business like as usual, almost as if nothing had just happened. He paused at the door without turning. “I’m going to take a shower.”
The heat in his voice rushed over Yohji as a physical force, nearly knocking him off his feet. He was following Aya before he knew it, and a slow grin grew on his face. A shower, huh? Sounded like a great place to pay Aya back for the… torture he had just inflicted.
Suddenly aware that he was leering like a lecher, Yohji straightened and brushed his hair back, then followed Aya out of the room.