Current mood:	accomplished
Entry tags:	weiss_kreuz

Ficlet: Twice the morning after
For justblue0162 from that meme thing. Her request: i want happy aya/yohji smut. try not to faint.

Title: Twice the Morning After
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Aya/Yohji
Rating: NC-17


Yohji woke without a hangover, despite all the Sexes on the Beach he'd had last night. Sex on the Beaches? Sex on the Beach, he decided. You didn't have to pluralize sex, after all, not matter how much you had. If you were going to name a drink after sex, it should work the same way.

He woke without a hangover, because that was his special talent, along with his legendary ability to find a condom anywhere. If Tokyo's club scene had a superhero, he was it. Or maybe more like a patron saint, raining down contraceptives like manna from heaven.

He yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes and smearing the tiny bit of eyeliner he'd worn last night. Should've washed his face before he went to bed, but he must've been too drunk. At least he'd managed to get his clothes off and get back to his own...room...

Or not.

Mostly not, since this was, in fact, Aya's room. And Aya's bed. He was naked in Aya's bed.

There were his pants, folded and hung neatly over a chair with his shirt. His shoes were lined up under the chair. His sunglasses sat on Aya's desk.

Had he done it with Aya last night? There was a large, dark hole in his memory where the answer to this question should be. His first instinct was to panic, but really, if Aya wanted to kill him, he could've done it while he was still asleep.

Unless he just didn't want to get blood on his bed.

Yohji gathered his clothes and streaked across to his room. Obviously, the best thing to do was pretend nothing had happened. Fortunately, that was also a talent of his.

***

Talent or no, Aya was making it damn difficult to pretend nothing had happened. He was silent as usual, prickly as usual, cold as usual...but weren't his jeans hanging lower that usual? Surely his shirt was a little shorter, so that when he bent over, Yohji could see a line of bare skin between his waistband and his shirt. And Aya was bending over a lot today.

There was only so much a man could take. Just before the after-school rush, Yohji grabbed Aya's arm and dragged him into the back room.

"What the hell happened last night?"

Aya looked at him, head tilted very slightly to one side. "You don't remember?"

"If I remembered, would I be asking?"

"What if I told you that you staggered into my room at two in the morning and begged me to fuck you?"

Yohji stared. "Did I?"

"No."

"Bastard."

Aya shrugged. "If you can't remember, perhaps it's better you don't know."

"...You didn't fuck me. My ass feels fine."

"Maybe you fucked me."

"Aya! Will you just fucking tell me?"

Aya looked at him a moment longer. Then he left the room and closed the door behind him.

Yohji kicked the table leg and swore.

***

It was night time again. Obviously, the proper thing to do was to go out and get A) ragingly drunk again and B) laid. Not by Aya.

Yohji found himself lacking a certain enthusiasm for both A and B. Bits of last night had come back to him throughout the day. He remembered asking Aya to take his pants off. He remembered clinging to Aya's neck like a limpet, or a monkey, or something that clung on and didn't let go except when hit with a blunt object. He remembered Aya kissing him.

He remembered kissing Aya.

He also remembered saying he wasn't gay, which was, in fact, true. In the strictest sense. Not in the not-ever-sleeping-with-guys sense, admittedly, but still. It wasn't like he'd ever had a relationship with a guy. Or even wanted to. Because that would be, you know, weird. Right?

Someone knocked on his door.

"It's open," he called.

Aya slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it, hips canted out. He was wearing jeans Yohji had never seen before, jeans which had worn spots in places that were positively fascinating.

Yohji stared. Aya said nothing.

Yohji cleared his throat. "So," he said. It came out sounding significantly less squeaky than he'd thought it might. Excellent.

Aya wasn't wearing a shirt. At all. Of any kind. That just wasn't fair.

"How's your memory?" Aya asked.

In that deep fucking sexy voice, Goddammit, really not fair.

Yohji cleared his throat, intending to say something about a clearer head and possibly extend an invitation to dinner, by which, obviously, he meant sex, and surely Aya would see that.

What he actually said was, "Naked in your bed. Um."

Aya smiled slightly and didn't look at all homicidal.

Encouraged, Yohji asked, "Wanna be naked in mine?"

It was the worst come-on line in history, but that didn't seem to matter.

Aya unzipped his jeans. They turned out to be the only article of clothing he was wearing.

"Um," Yohji said again. It didn't count as drooling if it didn't actually leak out, right?

Aya walked over to him, close, very close, so close as to prompt the use of a better word than just 'close.' One that expressed Aya's...closeness more accurately. Only he couldn't think of one because Aya was licking delicately around the rim of his ear.

"What if I want to be naked in you?" Aya asked quietly.

It was possibly the second worst line in history, and Yohji mumbled something to that effect.

"That's not stopping you from humping my leg," Aya pointed out.

"...Fair enough."

"Is that a yes?"

"Did you really think I'd say no?"

Aya pulled back to look at him. "The thought occurred to me."

Yohji placed his hands at Aya's waist and leaned in to kiss him, hands sliding upward over his ribs, around to his back, hooked over his shoulders to hold him there, more-than-close.

By the time he found wits and breath enough to actually say, "Yes," Aya had him down on the bed, pressed into the mattress with the weight of his body.

"So we didn't," Yohji said. "Last night. Right?"

"I thought we'd discussed this."

"What if I had staggered into your room and begged you to fuck me?"

Aya sighed. "You would have passed out before we did anything more than kiss. Which is exactly what happened."

"Ah. Thanks for hanging my pants up. It's hard to get the wrinkles out, and the cleaners around here don't know how to treat suede at all."

"So you said."

"And they really--"

"Yohji."

"Huh?"

"Shut up now."

Aya cupped the back of his head with one hand and brought their lips together slowly, just brushing across them at first. Then with more pressure and the wet heat of Aya's tongue pressing forward into his mouth.

Yohji closed his eyes and ran his hands down Aya's back to rest on his ass, under his jeans. Firm, smooth skin, a little cool in the air conditioning. He squeezed with both hands, and Aya's hips ground down against his. He gasped into Aya's mouth and pushed up reflexively. He could feel Aya's smile against his lips.

"That's," he heard himself say. And, "Yeah." And, "You could..."

Aya was actually laughing, almost inaudibly. "I could?"

"Fuck me?"

Aya pushed his hips down again, naked cock rubbing over the front of Yohji's jeans. Naked and hard. Jesus.

"Do you have what we need?" Aya asked.

Need? Besides Aya's cock, which was, as previously stated naked and hard, what could they possibly--oh, yeah.

He fumbled under the side of the bed for condoms and lube, feeling as drunk as he had last night under the influence of actual alcohol (lots), rather than (one single) Aya Fujimiya. Mission finally complete, he handed over lube and condoms. They were glow in the dark, but he wasn't letting Aya turn the lights off. Maybe next time.

Aya raised an eyebrow at them, but made no comment. Instead, he said, "Get your pants off."

Yohji figured that was the Aya version of romance. He got his pants off.

"Hands and knees."

Yohji assumed the position, expecting it to be rough. That was fine. He could handle rough.

He was less sure he could handle the slow, gentle press of slick fingers inside him, small kisses dropped on his lower back, the carefully steadying hand on his side. Aya's quiet assurance and reassurance, and the two fingers twisting into him just right made his muscles weak, made him lean forward and down, face hidden in his crossed arms. It wasn't supposed to be this good.

When Aya finally replaced his fingers with his cock, all in one easy slide, Yohji couldn't help moaning into the sheets. Aya held his hips firmly, rocked into him, obviously had more experience than Yohji had thought because he hit the angle just right every time, and God, it was just--good. Aya's breath on his skin, Aya's blunt nails scratching lightly. More than good.

His hands curled to fists in the sheets, faint sweat sticking cotton to his chest and legs. He wanted to move more than the slight motion of his hips, rolling back into Aya's easy thrusts, wanted to touch himself, but if he did, that would be it. He didn't want it to end so soon.

Aya kissed his back, lips and tongue tracing the line of his spine, teeth scraping gently back down over his skin. Yohji whimpered.

Aya's hand closed around his cock and Aya thrust hard into him, free hand spread wide on his back, holding him steady. Yohji lost count after three strokes and came some indeterminate time later, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek and still making more noise than he'd intended.

Aya was perfectly silent when he came seconds later, but Yohji could feel him shaking, feel his breath coming harder, the sudden tenseness in his body.

Aya's tenseness never relaxed, even as Yohji felt his own knees slide out from under him until he lay, flat and panting, on the bed.

"Wow," he said. It wasn't the coolest comment he could've made, but after last night, trying to convince Aya he was cool in any way whatsoever was probably a lost cause.

Aya grunted quietly and pulled out, reaching for the box of tissues. He cleaned up quickly, not looking at Yohji.

It was enough of a warning that Yohji was prepared when he tried to get up and leave. That made it easy enough to catch his arm and pull him back. An easy roll left Aya pinned under him, glaring.

The glare seemed less intimidating now. Yohji leaned in and kissed Aya's nose, and the glare vanished entirely.

"You don't have to run off, you know."

"Why would I stay?"

Yohji suddenly had a great many answers to that, all lined up in his head and waiting to get out. He suspected Aya wouldn't appreciate any of them. At least, not yet.

Instead, he said, "Because if you wait a little while, we could do it again?"

Aya stayed. He even took his pants off. Later, there was glow in the dark body paint.

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