Weiss Crossed

Weiss Crossed is a collection of drabbles written by me and my roommate, Jonathan Francis. We've been working on them to get a handle on characterization and all that. The first is mostly a parody on how the characters are treated in both the show and the fandom. Chapter two focuses on the Schwartz boys.

There is, as of right now, absolutely no connection between any of the chapters. No continuity. It's all just practice and having fun.

Aya gave Youji’s hair a hard tug, forcing the green eyed man to look at him. He leaned down to meet his lips for a warm, deep kiss. Youji let out a throaty moan and struggled slightly against the silk ropes binding him to the chair.

“No,” Aya said, moving around and crouching between Youji’s spread legs. “I tell you when to move. You’re mine.”

A smile played at Youji’s lips. “Promise?”

Aya grinned and slid his hands up Youji’s thighs.

“Youji,” Omi shook the older man’s shoulder. “Manx is here. Get up.”

Youji shrugged Omi’s hand off and cringed, “Ah, what a nightmare.”

At that moment, just as Youji was trying to clear the dream from his head, Aya breezed in on his way to the basement. The morning sun caught his hair, setting aglow, a fiery halo. His pale skin shined. Those eyes—

Youji scrambled to his feet, almost knocking Omi over. Ken made the unfortunate mistake of choosing that exact moment to enter through the door Youji was using as an escape and was slammed into the doorframe.

He flashed a questioning glance at the other two, “What’s wrong with Youji?”
Aya scowled and stormed past them, knocking Ken aside for a second time. Ken grunted and cursed softly.

“Ken, is everyone a little out of character today?”

Ken continued to look clueless, “There’s no characters in soccer.”

“What does this have to do with soccer?”

Ken shrugged blankly.