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Your Body is a Wonderland	By : pkabyssinian Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Your Body is a Wonderland

Pairing: Yohji x Aya (Weiss Kreuz)

Rating: R to NC-17

Disclaimer: I don’t own Weiss and I don’t own the song. I am a humble thief who is hoping that what she has done will be overlooked as she has not done any lasting damage to either. At least, she doesn’t think she has.

Authors Notes: This is a happy, happy smut biscuit for Kyoko-sama. I ‘ruined’ this song for her by pointing out how perfect it was for Yohji and Aya and now she can’t picture anything but hot, nekkid boys banging each other senseless when she hears it. So sowwy. My first attempt at playing with song and fiction, it seemed to flow fairly well when writing but I’m not sure if that’s just me. Feedback is always appreciated!!

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We got the afternoon

You got this room for two

One thing I've left to do

Discover me, discovering you

I slide into the bed with you and watch your sleeping face, I know I should let you rest but my body is begging me to welcome you home properly. Besides it’s almost one in the afternoon – you’ve been asleep for almost ten hours now. I know you’re still recovering from bruised ribs and wounded pride but that can be ignored for now. Right now you’re mine.

I watch as the afternoon sunlight caresses against your pale skin and crimson hair. I need to reacquaint myself with you, all of you. So in an almost languid motion I slip my hand beneath the covers and run my large hands up and over your rib cage, feeling the bones and scars as well as the cool skin.

Your eyes ripple open and iris orbs bore into mine. I catch my breath at how exquisite your eyes are, how they never fail to accurately express all that you are feeling. As I stop breathing your own breath rushes in and out, almost as if you are taking in air for both of us. My hand reaches the far side of your chest and I lean down and kiss you. It is molten; I’ve forgotten how you consume me.

You are watching me watching you, I take as much pleasure in what I do to you as what you do to me. In fact I think I enjoy knowing that I am making you feel like this more than anything else. Even better, I know that you feel the same way. We are in perfect synch.

I lean over you once again but this time your mouth meets mine half way and you hang on me, letting me support your weight. It always amazed me how much you trust me.

The angled sunlight makes the room warm and I push the tangled covers down so I can see more of you, touch more of you, discover all your hidden spots as you uncover mine. Your long fingers have already begun working to divest me of my shirt and it lies pooled around my waist; half on, half off.

One mile to every inch of

Your skin like porcelain

One pair of candy lips and

Your bubble gum tongue

With more of you exposed to my searching hands and mouth I find that I am overwhelmed with need for you. This goes deeper than the physical – something neither of us will admit but both acknowledge subconsciously. Your lunar pale skin draws me like a moth to a flame and I do my best to adore all of you. I suck at the hollow at the base of your throat and feel the rumbling purr that my action elicits from you. Neither one of us are terribly vocal, that’s what happens when you have roommates.

I trace indescribable patterns against your skin with my tongue, working from the joint of your shoulder and neck down to the middle of your chest. With sweet abandon I nip at the marred perfection of your skin, delicately kissing any scar that I see. You squirm in both pleasure in and discomfiture – I know how sensitive you are about your imperfections. I keep trying to tell you that they aren’t ugly, they don’t mark you as a dark beast, they simply create a map for me enjoy. I can follow the landmarks of your body to bring you the most satisfaction.

I halt my downward trek to return to the sweetness that is your mouth, better than any candy, any liquor, anything. I sigh into your mouth as you allow me better access by bending your head back. Everything i! s simple and perfect with you, words become secondary, the entire world narrows down to how you touch me and how I can touch you. The simplicity sometimes makes me want to melt; I want to melt right now. You already have, you are boneless and pliant against the mattress, something I take advantage of my pushing my groin against your hip to create more delicious friction.

And if you want love, we'll make it

Swim in a deep sea of blankets

Take all your big plans and break 'em

This is bound to be a while

I know that we will never confess what lies in our deepest hearts to each other so I content myself with this. While we may never make a declaration of what is between us it becomes represented in the physical. The sheets and your light summer blankets have become a soft nest that surrounds us and I lay my body over yours and moan at how perfectly we fit together. Your thin pajama pants allow you to feel more than my thick jeans do but I’m too distracted by what your hands are doing to my back, what my mouth is doing to your neck, what your mouth is doing to my ear to care.

I bite carefully at the tender area beneath your ear and your back bows and you thrust up against me. You are panting with a wildness that warns me that your excitement has passed my own. I use my heavier weight to push you back down against the springy mattress and hold you there. You use your hands to press into the sensitive area at the base of my spine and I growl in your ear with approval. You flash a feral smile that warns me that this will not be resolved quickly and push myself upward so that we are only connected at the hips.

I stare into your eyes, wanting to see my own need reflected back at me like in some magical wishing mirror. Your gaze is hot and steady, it demands that I stop this contemplation and get back to work. I grin and rise onto my knees to wriggle out of my jeans. I must look ridiculous but you aren’t paying attention as you are elegantly removing your own garment. I’ll never understand how you are able to do everything gracefully.

Your body is a wonderland

Your body is a wonder; I'll use my hands

Your body is a wonderland

I wait until you have pulled yourself into a sitting position and I pull you towards me, anxious to remove the space between us. Our bodies tangle together as you fall onto me, letting your hands slide down to my hips as I crush you to me. You shiver in anticipation and I draw out the expectation by allowing my breath to ghost over your skin for a moment before closing that gap with an open-mouthed kiss. You grind your hardness against me; making soft mewing noises that test the edges of my control.

You have all your weight on me again and stop my groping for a moment to simply run my hands up and down your sides, making you sigh in frustration. After a tiny eternity of simply caressing you in an attempt to learn where your side is still tender I resume my not-so-gentle seduction.

There's something 'bout the way your hair falls in your face

I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase

You tell me where to go and though I might leave to find it

I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it

Your eartail is draped over your cheek in a way I find hopelessly appealing and I nuzzle just beneath it. You have decided that I am taking too long and have begun your own seduction – your hands have slid down to my thighs and are gently massaging there, working upwards. I am aching to have you touch me and I thrust toward your hands but you ignore my silent plea.

Tired of your subtle almost but not quite touching game I pull myself upward and push you down to the bed. In an action that annoys you almost as much I enjoy it I cradle your head in my hand before it hits the blankets. We are now across the bed horizontally and you bend your body to look like a question mark as you twist so your head can be on the pillows. Your milky skin and bright hair against the deep jade of the sheets is dazzling. I kneel over you to show you with my body what you do to me and you relax in a sprawl now that you are comfortable.

You push gently at my shoulders as I tickle your side with butterfly kisses. In a move that is calculated to annoy I wriggle towards your feet and place chaste kisses on the tops of your feet. You growl good-naturedly and your guard is down allowing a softness to your features that only I get to see. I trail my longish hair up your legs and let it brush against your sensitive thighs and cock. You growl again, but this is deeper and laced with desire.

I gently suck on your inner thigh then blow cool air on the heated spot. You buck your hips and as you settle against the satin sheets again I engulf your erection in my mouth. You pant out little moans that are barely audible and your fingers twist into my hair. I begin swirling my tongue against you and your fingers massage my scalp. My own hands are pressing against the juncture where your legs meet your hips, caressing the soft skin that hides there. You are overly sensitive there and the combination of my mouth and hands has you shaking with unconfined passion.

My hands are still simply holding your hips in place as my head begins to bob. You push at me to stop but I continue my torture and you give up, fisting your hands in the blankets, your head is thrown back so I can no longer see your expression. I close my eyes and concentrate on making soft illustrations as I work my way up and down your erection. My own is throbbing painfully but I do my best to ignore it until the time is right.

I slip your cock out of my mouth to lick down to the base of it; one of my hands has left your hip and is gently cradling your testicles as I continue licking at the most sensitive areas of your cock. You move one hand down to tangle fingers with my own that is still holding your hip down. As our hands meet I notice that my fingers have left red marks against the smooth skin there and I lean up to kiss the area before returning my attention to your erection. It twitches as I suck on the head again and your body shudders with the pleasure.

You want love? We'll make it

Swim in a deep sea of blankets

Take all your big plans and break 'em

This is bound to be a while

I am caught up in making your body quake and thus miss your other hand disappearing out of my vision. I am taken aback by something cool pressing against my cheek and my eyes flutter open to see you offering me a slim tube. I accept the lube and deftly dispense a small amount onto the tips of my fingers. I have become a master of doing this one handed since you have a penchant for holding my other hand.

As soon as I accept the tube your fingers curl into the sheets again, anchoring you to the reality of me loving you. I press my slick fingers against your entrance and you shift your hips upward to better accommodate me. I press slowly inward, you are already relaxed so this is an easy process, I am simply drawing out my torture of you. The sweet scent of vanilla and hazelnuts assaults me, I have never understood why you like flavored lube, it seems superfluous to me. I’d rather taste you.

Your whimpering blends into a sigh as my fingers begin keeping pace with my mouth. Again, you push gently at my cheek, warning me that you are close to the brink. I remove both hand and mouth and you make a faint noise that might be regret that I am not finishing what I have started. I kneel again and you grab the tube and slather faintly cool gel over my aching erection. Between your hand and the insistent slickness that you are coating me with I have to squeeze your shoulder to get you to stop.

I devour your mouth with a kiss and you squeeze the head of my cock with rhythmic pulsations that make me lose my breath. I push at the center of your chest and you lie back, easing some pillows under your hips. I wait until you are comfortable, then I ease my hardness into you, slowly pushing an inch at a time into your welcoming heat. I stop part way in to simply marvel at your flushed countenance, you are using all of your concentration to keep your body still. I know how badly you want to move, to force me deeper into you, but you are keenly aware of our bodies and how they react to each other.

Your body is a wonderland

Your body is a wonder; I'll use my hands

Your body is a wonderland

With short, jerking motions I begin moving again, my hands roam up and down your chest. Occasionally they stop on either side of your stomach and simply hold on. My eyes have slipped half shut, but I can’t bring myself to completely give in to the ecstasy yet. I watch as you move your hands to cover mine and I bite back a cry of pleasure.

We twine fingers momentarily, then you reach out to brush your palms against my stomach and the muscles there contract at the caress. I find that I can’t control my vocal cords and a long moan escapes me. My eyes break contact with yours to look between our bodies. I can see myself, glistening and hard, sliding in to you and I begin gulping in air. I feel super-heated but it is nothing compared to the velvety pressure of being inside of you.

You twist your hips so I am banging against your sweet spot and your eyes glaze over. You are covered in a thin sheen of sweat that accentuates your whip cord thin body. You seem to glow beneath me and I know that the sun must be haloing me in light. I give another groan at the thought of what we must look like.

Damn, baby

You frustrate me

I know you're mine, all mine, all mine

But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Proving once again how amazingly flexible you are, you pull yourself into a sitting position so you can kiss me. Your tongue probes deeply into my mouth and it dominates my own, as you pull away you bite my bottom lip and I rest my forehead against your lips for a moment. I lean back onto my hands and you lock your arms behind me, impaling yourself on me, setting an insistent pace. I can’t ignore what is building within me and I know that you are close as well.

I force myself to look at you, gilded by the late afternoon sunlight, and I find I am lost. Neither one of us is perfect and we frustrate the hell out of each other, but when we come together like this none of that matters. You are beautiful in a harsh and masculine way. I can never quite believe my luck, I always expect to wake up and find that it was all a dream. That you never allowed me to touch you, that I was never touched by you. But I am, I am deeply touched by you in ways that you could never suspect.

I lean in and bite your neck then suck on the wounded area. You never like it when I do this, but there are times when I need to mark you as my property. Mine, my own. Just as I am yours, although you are never so gauche as to brand me with your ownership. I know that, however much you dislike the mark the act of making it is terribly erotic for you and your hips still their frantic pace as you quiver against me.

I press my lips against the shell of your ear and nibble at the tender flesh above your earring. Greatly daring, I breathe out against the cold metal: "You’re mine."

You whimper and I am astounded. The soft noise makes me swell inside of you and my head falls back. I am so close but I need to wait for you so I press my body against yours to create a heavier friction for your weeping hardness. I feel you rubbing against the flat plane of my stomach and quicken our pace.

Your body is a wonderland

Your body is a wonder; I'll use my hands

Your body is a wonderland

Your body is a wonderland

I feel as if the tide is sweeping through me and my body is floating in the sea. You slam down upon me then rest your head in against the crook of my shoulder as your orgasm rockets through you, I feel your mouth gasping against my neck as you work to catch your breath. I thrust up into your tight heat to continue the wave of pleasure that you are cresting on. The sudden heat on my belly excites me, I know that I have done this to you, made you helpless with desire. I lace my hands behind your neck and push a final time into you.

I begin chanting your name as if it were my salvation. The glazed look disappears from your eyes and I know that you are keenly watching me as I slide into oblivion. This, almost more than your own release, is what you need from sex – having me lose all sense of self in you. Not only do I do so willingly; I do it with wild abandon because I need this as well.

My own explosion causes my vision to fade and I can see nothing except for the white nova behind my eyelids. I can feel you raining kisses down upon my face and my body convulses within you. With knife sharp intensity I find that I am left defenseless and sag backward onto the bed. You do your best to cushion my fall and we end up with our heads at the foot of the bed.

We are both panting and as we lie together the coolness room begins to chill our sweat covered skin. You are the first to move and with quiet care you use my discarded shirt to clean us. I make a face at the fact that you are staining my expensive clothing but we both know that it’s just for show. I don’t really care.

I'm never sleeping again

Now there's no reason

I've got the kind of love

In my hands to last all season

Shortly we right ourselves on the bed and I curl my body around yours. Your head is resting lightly on my arm and I smile down at you. Tentatively, almost as if you have forgotten how, you smile back. Then you yawn delicately, like a cat and I almost feel guilty for waking you earlier. I lean my forehead against yours and kiss your eyelids to make you close your eyes. My way of telling you that you can go back to sleep. You offer me a lazy wink, poking fun at the fact that I woke you and now I tell you to sleep.

Again, I marvel at the fact that we can have whole conversations without saying a word. Never have I had such! a deep connection with another person and my lips quirk upward. You give a mock glare then settle in to return to your interrupted slumber.

I am loath to join you in sleep when I have this opportunity to watch you unguardedly. Our everyday lives are generally too hectic to allow for any moments of quiet introspection, and to be honest I am not really the type of personality that generally engages in such a thing. I snuggle against you, content to watch your chest rise and fall as you drift towards sleep, lost in my thoughts.

You surprise me by shifting slightly and placing your lips near mine. You don’t lean in to finish the almost kiss and I pause to see what this is about. I don’t have long to wait as you murmur against my lips, gratifying me.

"Yours."

Beta's note: Well well well, as the author said, a lump of pure smut. I enjoyed reading this, twice *smirks* I'd read it a third time, but it's late, and I don't want to deprive everyone from reading this as soon as possible ^.~. So, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did ^^.

If anyone wants me to beta their stories, don't hesitate to e-mail me: morphia_spellbinder@hotmail.com

But remember, do NOT attach your story, I don't open e-mails with attachments.
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