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Thicker Than Blood	By : SylverIce2 Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The two assassins were in the kitchen
when she emerged, teeth brushed and clean clothes thrown on. The scent of teriyaki filled the air, and she
could hear the soft sizzle of something being fried in the wok. She stopped and watched them from the doorway
for a moment.

            The men moved
as though they danced; Aya gracefully whirling to catch up a potholder, Yohji
dipping to get out a serving plate. A
complex blend of harmony and dissonance, as they laughed and fought over who
needed to do what. The smack of chopsticks
on flesh as Yohji attempted to snatch a bite from Aya’s pan; the grin the red-haired
assassin allowed to slip through his normal control as Yohji pretended to be
hurt.

            Brianna smiled
and stepped into the room. “Is there
anything that I can do?”

            “Sit down
and take Yohji with you!” Aya pointed
his cooking chopsticks at the kitchen table.
“He’s into everything like a puppy.”

            “Aww, Ayaaaa,
don’t be mean! You know you love me!” He
draped himself over Aya’s shoulders, the other man sighing heavily and shooting
a long-suffering glare at his lover. “Fine, fine. I’ll go.”
He sat at the table, arms crossed, pouting.

            Brianna sat
down at the table, her stomach beginning to growl at the smells. “Did you cook all of this, Aya-kun?”

            “Un.” He scraped the stir-fry into a bowl, and set
it on the table. Taking off the dishtowel
he’d been using as an apron, he turned the stove off and sat down.
“Itadakimasu.” They were silent as they ate, no one wanting
to bring up any subjects that could potentially blow up. The only sounds were the soft click of chopsticks
on plates, and Yohji gulping down his cold beer.

            When dinner
was cleared away and the dishwasher was running, they retired to the living
room, Yohji with another beer, Brianna and Aya with glasses of wine. Aya clicked the TV on as they curled together
on the couch, running through the channels obsessively, even though there was
nothing on any of them wanted to watch.

            The blonde
snuggled his head into Brianna’s lap. Green
eyes stared up at her, and she sipped her wine self-consciously.
“So. Perks. Yes
or no?”

            Her eyes widened,
and she nearly choked. “What?”

            Aya calmly
patted her on the back, never losing pace with the channel button. While she was coughing, he took the glass from
her and set it on the coffee table so it wouldn’t spill. “I believe that he’d like to know if this all
means that you’re going to let us play with you now.”

            “Play?” She looked from one impassive face to the other.
Neither man was going to be the first to ask if she’d sleep with them,
but neither was willing to let this opportunity go.
“Oh, god.” Her fingers twisted together in her lap, she
searched for some way to answer. “Um…I….”

            Yohji gave
in. “You’re ours now, right? We don’t have to give you back, right?”

            The blush
was immediate, and the answer stuttered. “N-no.
I mean, no, you don’t have to…give me back….”

            “Good. Because we didn’t like that option.” He sat up swiftly, ducking to claim her mouth.
Aya had stopped looking at the TV, even stopped clicking through channels.
Brianna could feel his eyes on her, even as she let Yohji’s kiss consume
her. His tongue was clever, demanding,
encouraging her to join in, to allow him deeper. His hands slowly began to brush across her curves, warm even through
the fabric of her t-shirt and jeans.

            She was pushed
backwards, into Aya’s arms, the scent of his cologne sharp in contrast to the
lighter musk that Yohji preferred to wear. The scents mingled, along with wine and beer and the faintest trace
of cigarette smoke. She breathed deeply,
as he pulled away from her to press kisses down her neck, nibbling delicately.
“Perks, my dear girl. This master gig definitely has perks.”

            Aya shifted
so that Brianna was seated in the vee of his legs, reclining against his chest. His arms encircled her, hands going to her
waist to pull her tighter against him. Yohji
slid down so that he was lying down, his face buried in her stomach.
He nuzzled against her shirt, pushing it up so that he could lick and
kiss her soft skin.

            She was silent,
but for the soft rasp of breath. Aya
arched his back slightly, grinding his erection against her, even as Yohji began
to unsnap her jeans. Even then, though
the pace of her breathing became faster, she didn’t make a sound.
Even when Yohji pulled her jeans off, and her underwear, and she was
left half-naked in Aya’s lap, his jeans rough against her skin, she didn’t say
a word.

            Even when
Yohji dipped down and licked and kissed and nibbled, while Aya caressed her
t-shirt up and off of her, and unfastened her bra, leaving her naked between
the two men, she didn’t say a word. Aya’s
fingers, rough with calluses, skimmed across her breasts and down her ribcage,
brushing ever so slightly against Yohji’s hair, then back up to touch her more.
She shook with tension, and Yohji raised his head, causing her to writhe,
and Aya to begin panting, trying to keep control.
“It’s all right to make noise, Brie-chan.”
He smiled and dived back down, parting her flesh with his clever tongue
and letting Aya’s hands run over her. The
girl continued writhing, but she wasn’t as silent.
Soft moans and gasps issued from deep in her throat, and Aya groaned
himself, as she arched her back and ground down on him.

            When she finally
pushed him away, Yohji sat back, grinning. “You’re beautiful.” She
lay in Aya’s arms, flushed, her eyes half-shut, limp and relaxed. Aya shifted her slightly, his lavender eyes
dark, his gaze fixed on Yohji’s face. “Mmm.
Time to move to the bed, I think.” He
lifted Brianna off of Aya, the other man standing and adjusting his tight jeans.

            They stripped
down to nothing, crawling into bed with the girl. She was looking at them both, her gaze wary,
but the tense line of worry hadn’t reappeared between her brows. Aya stretched out next to her, his body a line
of heat against hers, while Yohji crawled, predator-like, up the bed, leaning
down to touch his lips to skin every so often. Brianna’s eyes widened as Yohji licked from
the base of Aya’s erection to the tip, causing narrow hips to rise off of the
bed in supplication. A wicked smile
gracing his lips, Yohji did it again and again, until Aya growled softly at
him.

            “Impatient,
ne?” The blonde lowered his head, taking
his time going down on the other man, while Aya’s hands fisted in the sheets
and his back bowed, only his iron control keeping him from thrusting into Yohji’s
mouth.

            The blonde
was a subtle contrast against Aya; golden skinned where the redhead was pale
as ivory. Muscles bunched and tensed
under sweat-slick skin, and Brianna found herself reaching out to stroke a hand
down Yohji’s back, even as he pleasured Aya.
He hummed slightly in approval of her touch, and Aya bucked slightly,
the sensation traveling through him.

            “Ohgodohgodohgodohgod….” Aya cursed softly, incessantly, his breath
hissing through clenched teeth as the other man drove him closer and closer.
“ohgodohgodohgod…Yohji….” He breathed the name, as the blonde did something
with his tongue that drove him over the edge.

            Yohji raised
his head, swallowing, licking his lips and pressing a soft kiss to Aya’s stomach.
He lay his head in the hollow of Aya’s hip, and smiled at Brianna.
“Cuddle with us.” She moved closer,
pillowing her head on Aya’s shoulder as his arm came around her, one of Yohji’s
hands coming to rest on her hip.

            “What about
you?” Her voice was quiet, not wanting
to break the mood that had settled over them.
She stroked the hair out of Yohji’s eyes; his ponytail hadn’t survived.
He blinked, then shrugged. “I….”
She trailed off, thinking hard about something. She swallowed hard.
“I wouldn’t mind.”

            The blonde
sat up, surprised. “Baby, I’m not going
to ask that of you. No orders, unless
it’s that you feel good.” He sprawled
on his back on her other side, his own erection still standing. Aya was silent, watchful, unsure. Brianna shook her head.

            “Not fair.” She crawled down to stretch out, even with
Yohji’s hips. “If I’m yours, both of
yours, then I want you to own me. I
want to please you.” She leaned over
and kissed the tip of his erection, sliding her lips over it, and Yohji cursed.

            “Christ.” His hands scrabbled over the sheets, trying
to find a handhold. Finally, Aya caught
his hands, pulling him up so that he could slid under the older man and give
him something to hold onto. Brianna
never lost pace, her tongue swirling over the tip, then taking him deep into
her throat. She explored every inch
of him, teasing and nibbling, as she learned what he liked the most. He swore faster, a constant stream of words.
“Oh, fuck, baby, yes, oh, god, right there, yes, harder, teeth, whatever
you want, oh fuck.” His husky voice never stopped commenting, as
she brought him closer and closer to the peak.
He ended not with her name, but with another swear, as she lapped up
everything that escaped her. He pulled
her up to lay in his arms, as he lay in Aya’s, and the three of them relaxed
in each other’s company. Only when they
began to fall asleep did they shift, curling together with limbs entwined, Brianna
caught in the middle.

            Her last thought
as she drifted off to sleep was safe.
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