Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss. Don't sue this humble, poor woman. This work of fanfiction contains naught but homo-erotic smut. Don't read it if you are underage or narrow minded.
Yohji watched Omi disappear down the street after the shop closed. The youth had commented something about a make-up test in class he had to go deal with. That suited the blond just fine. Since it was Ken's day off, the sports enthusiast had made himself scarce for the day.
Again, that suited the blond just fine.
He turned around and smiled in the direction of the shop's other occupant. After close was the only time he was allowed to smoke in the shop and he flicked the last remnants of the cigarette butt into a nearby bucket which was specifically for that purpose. Reaching up behind the back of his neck, he pulled the scrunchie from his hair, letting the golden waves free to sway and frame his face.
Then, he started prowling. The redhead he was staring at did nothing but torment him with secretive brushes of the hand, huskily whispered promises of the carnal, and heated glances that bore not a single shred of anger. It had driven the blond assassin crazy all day and he had finally decided to get his due.
Across the room, Aya was rather oblivious. He was too engrossed in counting out the drawer for the day. He wasn't expecting the warm hand that slid up his back under his shirt or the honey thick voice that purred in his ear. Both actions only served to throw off his count and he turned around to face the blond with a curse on his lips only to have it also thrown to the winds as his mouth was suddenly too busy to do anything but receive an insistent tongue.
Aya moaned as he felt the strong, lean limbs wind around his body, hauling him closer to the frame of Yohji Kudou. As usual, the blond insinuated himself right between the swordsman's thighs, in that more than perfect position that, if he really wanted to, he could rub against him and bring a little shock of pleasure to them both. Parting his lips, he let his tongue slip out and dance with the taller man's, getting a responding moan and a hand up in his hair.
"The count can wait, Aya... I've been deprived of my fix all day and I want it *now*."
A surprise after-lunch rush had kept them from their usual habit of slipping out of the shop for a mid-day quickie, one of Yohji's favorite pasttimes. Aya couldn't deny that he'd come to appreciate them as well even as his hand moved up into the golden locks, tightening when the other assassin's mouth began a hot trail of kisses down the line of his neck. The redhead arched a little and threw his head back, moaning in his throat, shamelessly allowing his body to grate against the taller man's.
There was no more preamble as Yohji lifted the redhead from the stool he'd been sitting on and walked them to the nearest suitable surface available - the flower cases. Slowly, he lowered Aya's legs to the floor and started clawing at the button, prying it apart and then gripping the zipper tag to jerk it down in one move. There was a hot and hungry moan from the swordsman as the blond slipped his hand inside to tease and caress the hardening cock beneath, his thumb smearing the clear fluids that were dripping from the tip around.
"God, Aya... You're like a fucking addiction... and I don't think there's a cure."
Yohji knelt down and pulled the jeans off, tossing them aside in favor of running his hands back up the slim, pale legs. He nuzzled each upper thigh, dangerously close to the redhead's arousal, encouraging his lover to widen the splay of his legs. Then, the blond started putting his tongue to better use.
He lapped at the skin at the apex of thigh and groin, his nose shifting the heavy sac of flesh, eliciting a harsh moan from the other man. Yohji moved from there to the balls themselves, caressing them with lips and tongue, drawing a gasp. Then, Yohji curled his tongue around the vein on the underside of Aya's shaft and trailed upwards, until he could give a firm swipe over the head of the redhead's weeping cock.
A strong hand shot down, into the golden hair and Aya was lost. Yohji knew how to use that tongue on him - oh, God, he'd practiced often enough over the last few months. The redheaded swordsman felt his leg lifted over one of Yohji's shoulders and then sweet, heavenly suction descended along the full length of his arousal. The blond took him to the hilt and back, then did it again.
That was when Aya made the sound he knew the green-eyed assassin loved to hear. He mewled. And, oh, God did it have an effect. He heard a growl from below and then felt Yohji's long fingers teasing at his entrance. Aided with a lubricant that the taller man seemed to always have on his person, they opened him, stretched him, made him ready.
And it wasn't until Aya was panting, murmuring the assassin's name, and whimpering that Yohji decided that he was ready.
Yohji came up then, his hands ripping open his own pants, freeing his trapped cock to impale the redhead on it. No matter how hot and hungry they got, Yohji always took his time sliding in; savoring that hot rush of tight constriction. Then, he leaned forward when he was fully buried and fastened his lips to a particular patch of alabaster skin on the side of Aya's neck.
That was when it began in earnest.
Slim but strong hands rose to grip the blond's shoulders as he started thrusting up into the tight heat. Aya threw his head back against the refridgerated case as they started building in intensity. The redhead cried out when his hips were tilted, allowing Yohji's cock to glance against his sweetspot every time he pushed himself back in. Aya clawed at the man's back, letting him feel the bite of his fingers through the purple shirt.
The blond assassin had been Aya's first true regular lover and he still wondered how he got by until their first time together. Yohji had shown the swordsman things that he'd yet felt, heard, or experienced. Like the green-eyed man, Aya was hopelessly addicted and didn't think he could give it up.
Giving up that favored patch of skin, Yohji started leaving small bites along Aya's shoulder, shoving the shirt out of the way as he trailed along. Each stroke made him dizzy, had him wanting to hit his knees, but he bit back those responses and continued his driving pace. His hands clawed at the redhead's waist, trying to pull him down harder on the impaling length of flesh and blood, needing to be buried as deep as possible.
Molten fire ran through the swordsman's blood and he welcomed the feelings in its wake. His head flew back, thudding against the thick glass of the door behind him as he felt a strong hand wrap itself around his length, stroking him to even higher levels of bliss. It was with a cry that he found himself falling over the wire thin edge of passion that Yohji always brought him to. His body tightened all over and his voice reverberated off the walls of the flowershop.
Sweet paradise suddenly became glorious heaven and Yohji couldn't stop himself. He gave several powerful thrusts upwards, his release finally spilling forth, pouring himself into the redhead as he continued to thrust over and over. All that was left in his mind was the need to fill the swordsman with his seed, to brand and mark him, claim him like no one else had ever done.
Panting and sweaty, they slid down the glass to the floor, arms and tongues still entwined. Yohji's hold and kiss were possessive as he tightened his arms around the redhead. Aya wound his long arms around the blond assassin's neck, one hand sliding up into the golden hair, the grip there equally tight and selfish.
Yohji broke the silence first, tearing his lips away from the swordsman's with a bit of a curse. "Fucking tease... You had me hard as a rock all fucking day."
"Your fault... if you'd pay attention to your *job* you wouldn't be watching me." Aya gave the blond one of his little smirks as he toyed with a few strands of honeyed hair.
The taller assassin smirked back. "No... It's your fault for making yourself the most addictive eye-candy I'll ever find."
After a few more minutes of silence, Aya spoke up, his low voice soft on his lover's ears. "Yohji, if you don't let me go, I'll never get that drawer count done." He felt the blond release him but only after a few more hot kisses against his throat.
Righting himself, Yohji watched the redhead, a smile on his face as he lit another smoke. His green gaze studied Aya as the swordsman redressed and went back to work. The smile held as Yohji contented himself with the knowledge that the best part of working in the flower shop was that he got to play with the most dangerous rose there after the doors closed.