day 3 - weiss kreuz
I just opened an old file in which I had written "He sighed and looked at the cock. It was only eight, though it felt like midnight." And actually had to think about whether or not that was what I had meant. Not a good sign (of probably both mental and writing acuity... )
Weiss, slashiness. 350 words.
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Yohji caught the fist flying at his face and grinned at his assailant as if he hadn't been a split second away from an aching jaw. Unfortunately for him, Aya's second punch landed, wiping that grin away and leaving Yohji doubled over and wheezing.
Easily breaking the now half-hearted hold on his wrist, Aya grabbed his teammate by the hair and yanked him back up to eye level.
"Ow."
"No whining," snapped Aya. "What the hell is this, Kudoh? I know you'd rather be in the shop flirting right now, but some of us try to take our sparring sessions seriously."
Yohji gave him a weak imitation of his previous grin, "I was just - Godammit!" Yohji tried to flinch away as best he could when Aya suddenly jerked him up again by his hair and moved in close.
"Gah!" He'd bit him! Aya had just bit his neck! What the hell!? "You fucking vampire!"
Yohji struggled a bit, but that just hurt and Aya wasn't releasing what he'd claimed. In a moment his fingers untangled from Yohji's hair, but Aya was still clasping his head, holding Yohji against him and moving his mouth against Yojhi's skin. Sucking at his neck.
"What are you doing?" Yohji hissed, trying to push Aya off. Man, he hoped it was really busy in the shop. Omi or Ken walking in right now could only make things weirder.
Aya eventually pulled back and took a moment to appraise Yohji's neck. "Mess up my work-outs, I mess up yours," was his smug response. And with that, Aya simply withdrew his hand from behind Yohji's head and stalked out without another word.
"What the fuck. Ow." Yohji rubbed at his neck and turned towards the mirrored wall to inspect his wound. "What a bastard."
There was a large, incredibly conspicuous purple mark on his neck - far too high to be hidden. Shit. It would be a while before he'd be on a date again. "Seriously, what a bastard," Yohji grumbled and pretended that Aya's petty revenge hadn't left him with an urgent need to adjust himself.
Weiss, slashiness. 350 words.
~*~
Yohji caught the fist flying at his face and grinned at his assailant as if he hadn't been a split second away from an aching jaw. Unfortunately for him, Aya's second punch landed, wiping that grin away and leaving Yohji doubled over and wheezing.
Easily breaking the now half-hearted hold on his wrist, Aya grabbed his teammate by the hair and yanked him back up to eye level.
"Ow."
"No whining," snapped Aya. "What the hell is this, Kudoh? I know you'd rather be in the shop flirting right now, but some of us try to take our sparring sessions seriously."
Yohji gave him a weak imitation of his previous grin, "I was just - Godammit!" Yohji tried to flinch away as best he could when Aya suddenly jerked him up again by his hair and moved in close.
"Gah!" He'd bit him! Aya had just bit his neck! What the hell!? "You fucking vampire!"
Yohji struggled a bit, but that just hurt and Aya wasn't releasing what he'd claimed. In a moment his fingers untangled from Yohji's hair, but Aya was still clasping his head, holding Yohji against him and moving his mouth against Yojhi's skin. Sucking at his neck.
"What are you doing?" Yohji hissed, trying to push Aya off. Man, he hoped it was really busy in the shop. Omi or Ken walking in right now could only make things weirder.
Aya eventually pulled back and took a moment to appraise Yohji's neck. "Mess up my work-outs, I mess up yours," was his smug response. And with that, Aya simply withdrew his hand from behind Yohji's head and stalked out without another word.
"What the fuck. Ow." Yohji rubbed at his neck and turned towards the mirrored wall to inspect his wound. "What a bastard."
There was a large, incredibly conspicuous purple mark on his neck - far too high to be hidden. Shit. It would be a while before he'd be on a date again. "Seriously, what a bastard," Yohji grumbled and pretended that Aya's petty revenge hadn't left him with an urgent need to adjust himself.