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On The Run	By : JetMykles Category: Weiß Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3314 -:- 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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"On The Run"

Fan fic by Jet Mykles

Rated NC-17 for this part. Whole fic together is NC-17

This one definitely contains sex.
I don't own or claim the boys of Weiß Kreuz. I merely admire them greatly.
That's it for right now. I've got an inkling but not a real clear idea where they're going from here. Will add more as it comes.

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Yohji glanced
into the rearview mirror again. He grimaced. "Damn."
Aya didn’t even
glance at him, eyes trained on the road while one slim and tried to hold back
most of his flaming red hair. "We’re being followed."
"Hn."
"Can you lose
them?"
"Depends. How
obvious you think we should be?"
Aya said nothing,
thinking. Yohji turned over a few ideas in his own head. Traffic around him
wasn’t too bad. They were far enough outside the city proper that they couldn’t
just get lost in a crowd.
Aya finally
spoke. "Drive into the city. We’ve got to ditch the car anyway."
"What about our
stuff?"
Silence for
moment. "How much can you lose?"
Yohji sighed. "I
can lose all of it but I’d like to keep at least one bag."
Aya nodded. "Any
suggestions?"
"One. I’ve a
friend who owns a bar. It’s place where one of my stashes is."
"Hn. You trust
him?"
"I don’t trust
her that much, no. But enough."
He watched Aya
absorb the pronoun. Or, at least, tried to figure out what was going on behind
that porcelain mask. He switched gears then reached over to squeeze Aya’s knee.
"I haven’t dated her for awhile, Aya. She had a boyfriend the last I heard."
Aya shrugged,
keeping his eyes trained forward. He didn’t even acknowledge the hand.
Yohji sighed.
Since Aya hadn’t objected, he went ahead and headed for Ayume’s place, keeping
a careful eye on the blue sedan tracking them.
--*--
Yohji glanced
over at Aya just before they went into the bar. "Don’t take anything that I’m
about to do seriously, Aya."
All he got was a
raised eyebrow.
He grimaced and
leaned in a tad. "I want to kiss you."
"Don’t. Lead on."
He huffed a sigh,
shrugged his bag further up on his shoulder, then pushed through the door.
"Yoshiki!"
Yohji winced
dramatically at the shrieked sound of his alias. He faked a groan when a buxom
brunette barreled around the bar to throw herself in his arms, barely letting
him drop his bag before he caught her. "Ayume. Loud as ever."
She kissed his
cheek then swatted his arm. "Oh you! How are you! I missed you. You
never come around anymore." She noticed Aya behind him. Predictably, her eyes
lit up. Aya, after all, was quite a looker. She batted her eyes prettily and
extended her hand. "And who is your friend?"
"This is Aida."
Aya didn’t bat an
eye. His cool mask didn’t slip a bit as he nodded at Ayume, neglecting to take
her hand.
She smiled,
dropping it. Realizing she’d get nowhere with Aya, she turned to Yohji, taking
his arm in both of hers to press her breasts against his bicep. "What brings
you here, Yoshiki?"
"Haunting the old
place, seeing what’s up." He let Ayume pull him to the bar, trusting Aya to
follow. Their bags were left by the door. There were barely a dozen people in the
bar. Either Aya or Yohji would notice if someone got to nosy.
Ayume eyed the
bags. "On the move again, Yoshiki?"
He smiled as she
rounded to the back of the bar. "You know it."
"Where to this
time?"
"Not sure."
"You need a place
to crash?" She laughed at his hopeful look. "The room upstairs is still empty."
"Ayume, my love,
you’re the best!"
He ignored Aya’s
stony silence.
They made nice
with Ayume and her customers for awhile. Well, Yohji made nice. Aya ordered one
Jack and Coke and nourished it in silence as he sat beside Yohji. Yohji was
shocked that Aya ordered something alcoholic, but wasn’t at liberty to ask.
Finally, Yohji
led him up to the small, one room studio that was across the hall from Ayume’s
own apartment. It was drab and dusty, but not altogether bad. Both of them had
stayed in much worse.
He dropped his
bag on a rickety chair by the bed and watched Aya as he surveyed the room and
briefly checked out the bathroom.
At last, the
redhead turned to face him.
They shared a
moment of silence.
"It was a long
time ago, Aya."
Aya shrugged.
"Doesn’t matter."
"Obviously it
does."
Aya took off his
jacket, carefully extracting the katana from where it was stashed in the
lining. "Should you go sleep with her to maintain our cover?" He laid the
weapon carefully on the table.
Yohji’s eyes
narrowed. "No, damn it. I told you…"
"It was a long
time ago, yes. But would Yoshiki fall into her bed when he came back?" Violet
eyes pierced him but gave him nothing of Aya’s thoughts or emotions. Abyssinian
was in lethal charge.
"Possibly."
Those eyes
shuttered, glancing toward the window. "Then you should go."
"No."
"It’ll seem odd
and we don’t…"
Aya broke off,
immediately on guard as Yohji stalked up to him. Yohji didn’t care. "I don’t
give a damn about cover. We’re not going to be here all night anyway. The
reasons I brought us here are threefold." He held up one hand between them, one
finger raised. "One, Ayume doesn’t talk much as a general rule, despite what
you saw tonight. If you think about it, she didn’t really say anything."
Second finger. "Two. My stash is up in the corner of that ceiling." Third
finger. "And three, there’s a poorly guarded car lot that we can get to through
alleys and a back way out of here. If anyone did follow us, there’s a hell of a
chance they won’t see us leave."
Aya blinked at
him, beautiful even in the harsh light of the single, uncovered bulb above
their heads. "So what are we waiting for?"
Yohji grimaced.
"This." He snapped out with the hand between them, managing to catch Aya off
guard. Surprising. He caught Aya’s chin and held the shorter man’s face tilted
perfectly to receive his kiss.
Those hot,
pliable lips didn’t respond immediately. In fact, Yohji thought he’d lose his
hold or get a punch to the gut. But after a brief moment of tension, Aya
sighed. No, it was too much for a sigh. It was almost, but not quite, a
whimper. He melted. He stepped into Yohji’s body, chest bumping chest, and
wound his arms around Yohji’s waist.
Thank god!
Yohji thought, releasing Aya’s chin so he could slide his arms around the man’s
neck. "Aya, I…"
"Fuck me, Kudoh,"
Aya rasped, strong hands tugging at Yohji’s jeans.
Yohji blinked.
"Huh?"
Aya snarled,
yanking Yohji’s jeans open. "I want you inside me."
Yohji shuddered. Be
strong. "Aya, we don’t have time…"
"We’ll make
time, damn it." Aya’s mouth took Yohji’s in a brutal, desperate kiss as his
hands freed Yohji’s half hard cock from his jeans.
Yohji hissed as
Aya squeezed his shaft. He lost track enough to be caught off guard when Aya
dropped to his knees and shoved all of Yohji into his mouth. "God, Aya!" He
grabbed onto Aya’s strong shoulders for balance. Felt his cock surge with
blood, forcing Aya to release most of it as it grew. Didn’t seem to bother Aya,
who squeezed the base then bobbed up and down the length, torturing Yohji with
rough, wet caresses.
Yohji swallowed,
trying not to come. It was a difficult thing. Peeking down at Aya, he groaned,
watching Aya not only devour his dick but also open his own pants to free that
beautiful red cock of his own. "Aya."
Grunt. Aya made
him wet, made his cock glisten with saliva. He pumped it, watching it almost
critically, getting it just right. When satisfied, he stood. His white coat
flew aside, landing in a heap on the faded comforter on the bed. His pants dropped
halfway down those long, pale legs. He turned and bent over the pock-marked
table. "Now, Kudoh."
"Aya…"
"Yohiji, please!"
That desperate tone, almost heard. Just like that first night.
Yohji couldn’t
resist it. He stepped up behind Aya, spread those alabaster cheeks with one
hand, aimed with the other, then slid slowly into the most perfect ass ever.
Aya arched back,
moaning softly. The back of his skull bumped Yohji’s shoulder as he leaned
forward to wrap an arm around Aya’s chest.
"Aya…"
Aya pushed back.
Blindly, he found Yohji’s other hand and brought it to his cock. Together they
pumped it while Aya rocked back onto Yohji’s cock and Yohji pressed forward
into Aya’s body.
Yohji shut his
eyes, completely caught by the beauty of it. Making love to Aya. Not so much
fucking. Loving. The frantic moves that they started with slowed. Aya shut his
eyes tight but didn’t insist on speed or strength. He gripped Yohji’s hand on
his length, content to match Yohji’s slow slide in and out of his body.
"Aya," Yohji
sighed again, face buried in the back of his lover’s neck, breathing deep of
the deep rose spice of Aya’s skin.
Urgency took them
slowly. It was inevitable. They didn’t have the time for a leisurely fuck and
were too frantic for each other to make the slow pump last. Yohji jerked
forward. Aya gasped. Aya gripped Yohji’s hand harder on his cock. Aya fell
forward, free hand braced on the table. Yohji’s hips escaped his control and he
pumped hard into Aya. He came first, but Aya’s jerk to completion was only a
moment behind.
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