dealings

Warnings: if you are in anyway \'repulsed\' by the idea of an insert characted having

any association (esallyally a close relationship) with a character of Weiss,

please reconsider reading this fic, i\'m sure you wouldn\'t like it. Mature topics? sorta....

1st person point of view, point of view of the original character. May be a bit

boring at first, but the later chapters might be faster paced and more \'exciting\'.

Might be a bit OOC... but who knows what Youji is \"really\" like.....



Disclaimer: i don\'t own weiss Kreuz or any of it\'s characters.... i have nothing, i get nothing

material out of writting this.



please review........ but read all chapters before reviewing. i\'ll take any comments

for the improvement of this fic. this is actually almost done.... i just havent gotten

to typing it yet. if you to to read the comtinuation, bug me \'bout it.

here it goes......







Wait, something\'s nagging at me. That story about why I wanted to get laid… I just made

it up… Damn, I sound so crude. The real story is longer and more perplexing. Don\'t bother

asking the real reason, it\'ll just complicate both of our lives. And another thing, I don\'t

mean to but I end up explaining things. Just sharing some of my thoughts. Excuse me if

it\'s confusing and ununderstandable. Everything\'s just so mixed up in my head. Also,

excuse me if I keep jumping from topic to topic and from storytelling to explaining. Back

to storytelling:

Kenjo turned me around so I had my back to him. His hands were now on my waist and

were still moving upwards. And then they were gone. I waited a while but his hands still

didn\'t come back. Only when I was about to face him to see what was wrong did his hands

return. He held me more possessively now. The music picked up pace. Our bodies were

sliding maddeningly against each other. I could feel the length of his body with my back.

The evidence of his arousal jutted above my buttocks. So hard… so hot… I closed my eyes

to focus on the feel of him. Gawd, I wanted it. I tilted my head back to tell him what I was

thinking. \"It\'s so hot here. Let\'s go elsewhere…\" as the last syllable left my lips, he seald my

mouth with his own. Surprised, my eyes flew open… and then closed again since I couldn\'t

see well anyway because of the proximity.

Damn he was such a good kisser. In the whole eighteen years of my life, I had never been

kissed so thoroughly… so thoroughly that once would never be enough… nor twice… nor

thrice… nor any other number I could think of. And this was that was running through my

mind when he gently pulled away. Just with a kiss, he had left me high and heady.

The first thing I saw when I finally opened my eyes were two green orbs, shortly followed

by that confident grin of his, and then the golden locks. It was definitely not kenjo. I

couldn\'t make up my mind if that was a good thing or not. For crying out loud, the new

arrival was Youji! No use denying that Youji IS more handsome than Kenjo.. not comparable

at all… But it was Youji! THE Youji Kudou! I am one of the almost extinct race of Youji-Kudou

haters. Also, I had no intention of joining the horde of ladies \'worshiping\' his body-- or

should I say \'\'worshiping his organ\'? I am not crude enough to specify which \'organ\' I am

referring to. Anyway: and at that moment, the said \'organ\' was ready for action.

\"Youji, what are you doing here? Where\'s Kenjo?\" I had stopped dancing. He had too.

\"I think I should be the one asking you that. Aren\'t you a little too youn be be here?\"

\"No, I\'m legal.\"

\"Hey, just kidding. No need to get all defensive… I wouldn\'t be hitting on you unless I knew

you were legal… and about the no-name asshole you were with a while ago… I drove him

off. This is my turf. All I had to do was tell him I was interested in you and he went

slithering away--\"

\"Drove him off?! I could kill you! He was supposed to be my \'lay\' tonight! You drove him

off?! My model!\"

\"That bum was your lay for tonight?! You\'ve gotta be kidding! You could do much better…

And a model?! With a fat ass like his!! I did you a favor by prying him off you!\"

Normally, my reflex would be to retort. But such wasn\'t the case. I was too exasperated…

so I just gazed up at him.

He looked back at me and sighed, \"C\'mon te bae bar and let me buy you a drink… And don\'t

look at me like that!\"

\"Like what??\"

So we went to the bar and he got me a shot of amontillado and for himself, scotch on the

rocks.

\" so what\'s the deal about you getting laid and the thing with the model?\"

I don\'t know why, but I told him about it. \"Forget about getting laid… It was just supposed

to be a bonus. What I really need is a model.\" I downed my drink in one shot. Too fast? Not

really…

\"A professional one? What for?\" Youji fingered his drink. He also had my glass refilled by the

bartender.

It must have been the amontillado talking, \" A model for my visual arts class. I\'m making a

painting… No, not necessarily a professional model, it could be anyone or anything. In other

words, I have a choice of anything under the sun as my subject… but I\'m most interested

in human anatomy since I am taking medicine. No need for a professional; just someone

willing to pose…….. naked.\"

And we sat in silence. Thoughtful silence. But actually, it wasn\'t silent at all because of the

chit-chat of other people and of course, because of the dance music. What I meant by

silence was that neither of us spoke.

\"Tell me if I got you right. You were with the asshole because you needed a model. And like

hitting to birds one one stone, you also wanted to have sex with your model.\"

I nodded and took another big gulp. So did Youji. He was silent again.

\"So now you don\'t have a model…\"

\"Yeah, all thanks to you.\"

\"Hmm… maybe we can fix that…\"

\"How?\"

Youji smiled before lowering his voice and answering, \"I\'m volunteering for the job.\"

That statement shocked me. I was not ready for such a statement.

It had to be the amontillado acting because I DID appraise his \'assets\'. And I saw that he

was what I needed. I looked him over from head to toe and saw the fine points of his

physical appearance. He was handsome… tall… sexy… lean and lanky but not in a bad way.

He had a well defined bone-er. Damn! I did not mean to say boner! What I wanted to say

was that he had a well defined bone structure! Get that? Bone structure… but the boner

WAS there… never mind… As I was saying, he was the perfect candidate. He filled all the

requirements: handsome, sexy, and audacious.

It was definitely the amontillado when I replied, \"You\'re hired cowboy… but only for

modeling!\"

But what about the amontillado? It\'s just an alcoholic drink. I wasn\'t intoxicated nor drunk.

I wasn\'t even the slightest bit tipsy. So, what about the amontillado? What about it?!









tbc.....