That Kind Of Fun

Disclaimer: Aya and Yohji are not mine, I just like to take them out
of the closet and put them to bed.

Notes: This is my first Weiss fic and I actually kind of like it, so
maybe its not all bad, Aya's somewhat OOC though, but that could
be a good thing. Anyway, its Yaoi and everyone should be warned
of this fact, ‘cept the tight-ass people who want to be warned, they
should just be put in the closet of Yaoi goodness to spend some
quality time with Farfie-sama.

That Kind of Fun


Yohad tad thought it would be a good idea. Hell, it /had/ been a
good idea three hours ago. That, however, was before Omi called
seven times, before Ken passed out on top of a rather burly
gentleman, and re Are Aya got himself lost. Mission 'Get Your
Team Mates Drunk And Have Fun' was a definite failure. Where
the hell was Aya?!

After pushing his way through the crowd and ignoring a woman
who he was pretty sure had had her hands down his pants earlier
that evening, he spotted the redhead. At Yohji's insistence, or
whining as some might call it, Aya had actually dressed
appropriately for their destination. Perhaps appropriate wasn't the
right word, Yohji thought hot covered it better. Tight leather pants
and button down violet shirt, yeah, that was definitely hot. Now
said shirt was completely unbuttoned and the pants were riding
quite low on the thin hips as he sat at the bar. This was not the
problem, the company he was keeping was.

The green haired man was leaning too close and whispering in his
ear, managing to touch him in a few choice places too. Shockingly,
Yohji heard Aya giggle in response. That was the first sign that
their stoic leader was either drunk or crazy and by the way he
swayed on the high stool, Yohji was betting on the first one.

Then the man kissed Aya. Yohji was at the bar in seconds, hands on
his hips and doing his best impression of the shi-ne glare. Aya
smiled up at him in an almost disturbingly friendly manner.

"Hi Yohji!" He tried to wave and had to be steadied by his bar
mate, whom the blond still glared at as he was introduced. "This
is...uh...oh...this is Val, he bought me a drink. Isn't that nice?"

"Yeah, I bet. Come on Aya, we're going home," he pulled the
shorter man off the barstool and caught him as he fell. Aya wrapped
his arms about Yohji's neck, but looked up at him with an
expression going for angry but not getting past disappointed "Bu "But Yohji, he was gonna fuck me," he whined. Green eyes
widened considerable at all the statement entailed as Aya leaned his
head backwards to stare at the other man. "Weren't you?"

The man nodded in affirmation and the redhead looked pleadingly
at Yohji. "See?"

"Come on, we're going home." He went to leave, only to find that
even drunk, Aya was considerable strong.

"No."

"No?"

"No. I wanna have some fun," he made a unsuccessful grab at the
green-haired man's jacket.

"Aya..."

"I wanna have fun," he repeated. Yohji regretted teaching him the
phrase. They had to get out of here.

"Fine. Look, come home with me and I'll have fun with you, okay?"

Happy amethyst eyes stared into his, "really?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay Yohji-kun," with that they walked from the bar. Well, Yohji
walked and Aya managed not to fall too many times.

He eased the shorter man into the car and slid a Kleenex under
Ken's mouth so he wn't n't drool on the upholstery any more than
he already had before getting behind the wheel. By that time, Aya
had found the radio knobs and was quickly locating a station that
played American hits. All the way home Yohji was regaled with
chipper versions of classic rock hits. No one would think it
possible, but Aya knew /all/ the words to "Dude Looks Like a
Lady". Needless to say, it was an interesting ride.

Yelling at Omi to take the brunette to his room, Yohji opened the
door for Aya who just sat there.

"Come on, get out."

"Can't walk."

"Come on Aya." Gods, was he this much trouble after a couple of
shots? It made him pity the others.

"Wait a minute."

"Come on!" He grabbed the redhead's arm and pulled him out, a
little too suddenly apparently as Aya immediately bent over and
threw up on the lawn. With a sigh, Yohji waited until he stood up
to hand him a handkerchief.

"You're beautiful when your drunk," he stated sarcastically, getting
no response as Aya's head lay on his shoulder. Releasing another
sigh, he picked up the younger man and started the hazardous walk
to his room.

Twelve steps, one coffee table, and two soccer balls later, he placed
the dozing man into his pristine bed. Removing his clothes seemed
like such an effort the other might not even appreciate that he
discarded the idea in favor of just removing the heavy boots and
pulling a light blanket over the other. Aya looked up at him sleepily.

“Yohji...”

“Hm.”

“You said we were gonna have fun,” he yawned and the other had
to smile at the kitten-like appearance.

Taking a seat on the bed, he brushed back a bit of Aya’s hair, “Tell
you what, tommorow night when you’re sober, if you have that
same idea and /don’t/ want to slice me into little pieces, then we
will. You know where my room is, right?”

“Right.”

Placing a chaste kiss on the other’s forehead, mumbling a
goodnight, and flipping off the light, Yohji proceeded to his own
room. Tossing his clothes into the nearest corner, he flopped onto
the bed. Ken and Aya had been such a hassle he hadn’t even had
time to get drunk, let alone find someone to share his bed with,
although, Aya seemed interested. With thoughts of naked Aya in his
head and a smirk on his face, Yohji fell asleep.

~tbc?~

Notes from the Miko: Well, how was it? Hope you liked it, the next
chapter will be a lemon, that it will. But I won’t write it unless I get
five whole reviews that say I should. Come on, don’t you guys
wanna see Aya and Yohji have "fun"?

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Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi