A One Moment Deal

A One Moment Deal
A Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction
Multiple Shots
By: Something Dysfunctional
Continued from the Original Story
Presents: Damn You, Spoon!
Pairings: Aya/Youji
Disclaimer: Takehito Koyasu ownzed the pretty bishounen and I ownzed YOUR SOULS!!! Ha. Well... I thought about it really hard and decided to make this into several little one shots. : ) Aren't I a smart neko? I AM. I also decided to make these random sexual actions made by Youji because, well... it seems funnier that way. And I love teasing and messing with Aya and Youji's mind. Well, review nicely and happy reading! Arigatou!
-NOTE: Warning... I made Aya kinda... OOC, but it's for a good REASON!!! PLEASE believe me!-
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Amethyst eyes darted from the T.V. to the kitchen. It was 12:43 in the morning and he was still up, watching a mystery series that he needed to catch up on. The owner of the icy eyes was tempted to go into the kitchen to delve inside the refrigerator for a carton of vanilla ice cream or to sit tight in his recliner and "then" go and receiver his box of sugary sweetness. Groaning some, Fujimiya Aya leaned back and continued to watch his show. The leader of the assassin group of Weiss was not one to be swayed by sweets- really, he had a thing for candles-, but he was craving vanilla ice cream like crazy. Rubbing a hand over his face, he mussed with his fiery red hair and glued his eyes to the screen. Unbeknownst to him, he was carefully watched from on top of the stairs in the apartment that was shared with three other people. Weiss consisted of four members with Aya being leader under the code name Abyissiain, bashful, loud Hidaka Ken (Siberian), concerned, happy Tsukiyono Omi (Bombay), and the infamous, conceited Kudo Youji (Balinese). Give or take, yes... they were cat names that eerily matched their attributes and attitudes.

And the pair of forest green eyes that stared after Aya on the steps happened to belong to Balinese.
Yes, the womanizer named Youji.
And if Youji had a weakness besides sex, it was Aya.
He longed- no, longed is too over-used...- he CRAVED for the red head. Like his cigarettes, beer, and sleep, he wanted Aya more than anything. Sure, he had his share of women (and some men), but he knew that his heart was always belong to the stoic man that came into his life and made it go upside down.

Inhaling some of his smoke, he blew the rest out, the tip of his cigarette burning dimly in the darkness. This was horrible... here he was, nearly stalking Aya instead of claiming what was his!!! But nnnnoooo... the assassin was watching a damn show! Youji ground his teeth some on the butt of his cigarette and pushed back some of his blonde hair that fell from his messy ponytail. He stretched his long body upwards, hands reaching for the ceiling. He paused, staring down at his frame.

It was a sexy body.
Really, really sexy.
Youji marveled at the flat stomach that was rippling with muscle. His black t-shirt had ridden up when he stretched, revealing his golden-tinted flesh to him. And he had damn, nice long legs. He continued to look at himself until he started thinking of Aya on top of him, moaning and writhing with want, whispery mewls singing into his ear as he ground his lower self into Youji's hips. Grinning like a cat at the idea and with lust, the man stood straighter and decided to go for it finally, his abdomen tingling.

He heard Aya cuss and soon, he saw his partner fly into the kitchen. Raising a eyebrow, Youji decided to follow, his curiosity getting the best of him. Stepping down the stairs quietly, he peeked from the kitchen doorway and found the man digging around the freezer. In the dimly lit kitchen, he saw Aya produce out a carton of vanilla ice cream and nearly attack it brutally with a spoon. Youji found this adorably cute until he saw that silver utensil disappear into Aya's waiting, cherry mouth. He could feel his own mouth drop at that simple, innocent move.

Fuck.
He was jealous of a spoon.
With vanilla ice cream in it, nonetheless!!!

Groaning inwardly, he continued to watch his leader eat to his heart's content. He looked rather pleased with himself, his eyes lowered some and a faint smile on his pale face. He looked like a kitten that drunk all the milk. Youji nearly smacked himself for starting to think dirty. 'No, no, no, no... do NOT think of milk and ice cream like THAT!' Biting down on his bottom lip, he then wanted to fall to the floor. He was teasing him!!! He MUST be!

Aya twirled haplessly the spoon in his mouth slowly and leisurely, without a care in the world. Faint traces of white cream was on his lips and he leaned back against the counter, closing his eyes and pressing his head against a cupboard door. Youji watched a pink tongue sneak out and slather itself over the curve of the spoon, ridding it of the delicious vanilla flavored dessert. And back into the carton it went...! And back into his mouth...!

Youji was now wringing his hands in his hair, a major hard-on forming in his tight black jeans. This was not fair. Not fair at ALL. Mainly, it was injustice! Growling lowly in the back of his throat, he couldn't take it anymore. He stalked into the kitchen softly, swiftly. He grabbed Aya, hauled him up on the counter and proceeded to kiss the mess out of him. Aya felt the presence of Youji around him and greedily, he welcomed it without hesitation nor impalement, the feel of Balinese's lips on his own was hot and yearning and breath-taking. He had been waiting since 10:31 pm for Youji to make a move from the top of the stairs. He may act like he wasn't paying attention, but Balinese should know not to doubt his skills as an assassin with sharp hearing.

But, that's besides the point.

He felt the intruding tongue of Youji and wrapped his own around it, the taste of cigarettes and vanilla mixing rather nicely together. They danced in a fueling battle as Youji swept his tongue in the spit-slicked cavern, searching, memorizing. Aya's teeth nipped against his tongue and suckled on it. Moaning, Youji grabbed the carton of ice cream from Aya's limp hands and tossed it on the counter top, along with the teasing spoon. The blonde growled louder and parted from the red head, breathing hard and glaring at him. Aya stared down at the man, his mouth parted and eyes lowered still, legs spread some from the intrusion of Youji's body. He wore a simple navy t-shirt and jeans, socks on his feet. Balinese groaned and ran his hands through his messy locks. "Fuck, Aya... look what you've done to me...!," he wailed. Aya licked his lips slowly, savoring the taste of Youji. He smirked inwardly when he saw those forest green eyes following his tongue with rapid movement. "Well, come finish what you started, you ass," Aya stated lowly.

...
how can ANYONE oppose THAT offer?!

In a flash, the red head was without a shirt and no jeans. Youji nearly fainted when he saw that Aya was going commando. He nearly felt his heart burst at the sight of a protruding erection the Abyissiain was sporting. He prayed to every single god silently for this beautiful moment and down his head went, engulfing the swollen head. Aya whimpered at the hot mouth wrapped around him and banged the back of his head on the cupboard door. His hand touched the tub of ice cream and Aya, through his phase of euphoria, thought of a idea. However, it was interrupted by a hand fondling his heavy sac and the red head bucked his hips, clawing at the golden locks on Youji's head as his talented mouth worked over the turgid pole, his tongue tracing patterns over the silky, burning flesh. He was singing inwardly and idly, he started rubbing himself with his free hand through his jeans. Aya tasted so good; he didn't want to stop. He could head Aya grinding out incoherent words and mewls. Then, he smelled something sugary. Slurping his way up the cock, he let it plop from his mouth and he raised his forest green eyes to a long trail of melted ice cream on Aya.

Twinkling, smoldering violet eyes greeted the drooling Youji. "Come on. Get a taste. I'm kinda dirty... and I'd like to be cleaned off soon," he purred, cheeks flushed and some hair sticking to his forehead. Youji grinned maliciously and pulled himself up, lapping away at the muscled stomach of his leader, thoroughly enjoying the taste of Aya and vanilla. He felt Aya's back arch to him as he cleaned off the beautiful body displayed before him. He took some of the ice cream in his right hand and brought it down to Aya's cock, pumping it fast, making the man cry out, raising his arms up high to grip the cupboard as Youji teased him with slow pumps, gripping him hard. 'Ha, take THAT, you damn spoon!!! Aya can't do THIS to you!,' he thought triumphantly and bit down on a dusky pink nipple, making the red head cry out in passion. "Aaaahhhh, fuck me now, Youji...! You're taking way too damn long and I NEED to come!," he whined, his hips moving with the blonde's pumping.

Ah... the magic words.

Youji stripped himself of his clothes and stood before Aya in all his crowning glory, his cock sprung fully to life and the tip reaching up towards his chest. For a moment, the leader of Weiss marveled at the size of the assassin and then licked his mouth over. "Yeah... Jesus. I don't think that's going to fit in me, but I don't CARE," he moaned, lifting his feet up to the counter and spreading his legs wide. Youji wanted to jump around like a kid at Christmas who received the best gift ever. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to Aya, placing a tender, deep kiss on his mouth. Wrapping his arms around Youji's neck, he took in the kiss whole-heartedly. Youji felt his heart soar. So... this must've meant that Aya was waiting on him for awhile like he was towards him. Dipping his fingers into the melted ice cream, Youji pushed two into Aya's entrance. Burying his face in the crook of the blonde's neck, the leader whimpered at the intrusion, but allowed the digits in, feeling them stretch him out, pushing in and out slowly until Youji added a third one. Aya moaned and arched his back as Youji began a steady pace, searching for Aya's pleasure spot. Once he left Aya jerk and mewl, he knew he found it. Withdrawing his fingers, he drenched his own aching cock with the rest of the vanilla ice cream and held Aya close to him, the red head's legs wrapping loosely around his thin waist. Silently, the two assassins regarded each other and with a small nod from Abyissiain, the blonde thrust himself into Aya without hesitation and without a thought.

Both men groaned at the filling sensation and sat still for a moment.
He didn't mean to fully sheath himself into Aya!!! Really!
Grimacing, he peered into the younger man's face and saw nothing but sheer bliss.

"Just... move...," the red head grounded out in a strained voice, his teeth gnashed together. Youji nodded numbly and started to rock. Soon, the kitchen was filled with heavy pants, nearly animalistic noises, and breathy groans and murmurs. Youji thrust furiously into the pale man, watching Aya's face contort in ecstasy and rapture. Sweat rolled off their bodies as heat built in-between them. Youji could feel Aya's walls around his pulsing cock start to tighten and this made him nearly fall to his knees. He didn't want to leave from inside of Aya just yet. He wanted to play more. He picked Aya up fully and both bodies fell to the floor. Balinese flipped his lover on his stomach and raised his hips off the linoleum floor, continuing to pound into him, spreading the firm globes of Aya's ass so he could watch his cock melt into his entrance. Aya cried out at the new angle and lolled his head back, offering more of his ass to the blonde as he met with Youji's pounding. The man above bit back a feral growl and his grip tightened on Aya's thin hips, his body bending over the red head and quickening his thrust. "Ooooohhh mmmyyy GOD! Youji!!! Let m-me come, please?!! Nnngggg...!," Aya pleaded, tears coursing down his dark red, flushed cheeks, his amethyst eyes out of focused and gleaming.

A hand reached around and grabbed Aya's weeping cock and squeezed it hard, pulling it upward. Abyissiain let out a choked gasp and howled into the floor as he came all over his chest, the creamy substance hitting him some in the face. It burned him inside out but it felt so good. Aya tightened himself around Youji's cock inside of him and with a hoarse cry, the blonde emptied himself within his leader, leaning over the firm, pale back that gleamed with sweat and trembled from his release. They both sank to the floor, panting and searching for each other. Youji entwined his hand with Aya's, who stared at him from sweat-soaked bangs with hooded eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice with a slight grin,

"So... was I better than the spoon?"
"Shut up, Kudo."
"What?! Last name basis?!! What the hell, Aya?!"
"Don't call me that. God, my ass is going to be sore for at least a week..."
"Oh, please. Don't act like you didn't want it from the start."
"I didn't. It was the ice cream's fault."
"THE FUCK?!!"
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Hahahahaha!!! Omg, whose the best?! ME! There will be more, I so promise!!! See, Aya is OOC once he's captivated by something he's weak to and immediately returns back to his regular, cold nature. In later chapters, I WILL make Aya more into character.
So, what should I do next?
Lemme hear some suggestions!
Night night and review please!!! Gimmie Gummy bears!
---the moonlight carries the message of Love.---

"Later Days...!"
SD