The Sins Series
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,761
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Green-Eyed Monster
Disclaimer: The Weiss boys aren't mine, I just play with them much more often then I should. I put no claim on their copyright, and I'm not making an profit on this work of fiction.
Green-Eyed Monster: Sins Series - Envy
~*~*~*~
"You look like hell," Aya peered into the room, head canted to one side as he eyed the figure sprawled on the bed.
"Thanks," Yohji groaned, shifting, presenting the bruised skin of his back to Aya's inspection.
What happened last night? Aya wanted to ask, but the words were stuck in his throat and he was left with the usual silence. He was used to knowing exactly what everyone thought of him, exactly how he should behave. Somehow, things with Yohji had changed.
It was probably the dreams that had done it. When he'd first opened his eyes to find his fists clenched in the sheets, his breath a shuddering gasp and Yohji's name spilling across his lips he'd been more than a littlockeocked.
Petrified was more like it. Not that he'd ever admit that to anyone else. To himself he had to accept that he envied the other man in certain ways. Yohji never let anything stand in the way of what he wanted. His hedonistic search for pleasure ruled his life.
“Well?” Yohji's half-closed eyes glittered as he cast a glance over his shoulder. “If you're going to be here, you could make yourself useful. I could really use someone to rub some of these knots out of my back.”
“I'm sure you've got a legion of girls that would be willing to do that for you,” Aya replied acidly, though he stepped through the doorway all the same.
Yohji laughed and then groaned as stiff muscles protested the action. “I don't happen to see any. Besides, I wouldn't want to let one of them think I'd been bested in a bar fight, and I can't exactly tell the truth of how I got so battered.”
Aya stopped beside the bed, the blue-black skin of Yohji's back looking more painful this close. Slowly he sank down to sit beside Yohji, careful to keep his gaze away from where Yohji's pants hung low on his hips.
His fingers trembled faintly when they hovered above Yohji's skin. Silently cursing himself for a fool he ran a gentle hand down the length of Yohji's spine. Starting in the small of Yohji's back he massaged small cirlces across the muscles, kneading carefully around the worst of the bruising.
Envy really is a green-eyed monster, he thought as Yohji sighed and relaxed under his hands.
~*~*~*~
"You look like hell," Aya peered into the room, head canted to one side as he eyed the figure sprawled on the bed.
"Thanks," Yohji groaned, shifting, presenting the bruised skin of his back to Aya's inspection.
What happened last night? Aya wanted to ask, but the words were stuck in his throat and he was left with the usual silence. He was used to knowing exactly what everyone thought of him, exactly how he should behave. Somehow, things with Yohji had changed.
It was probably the dreams that had done it. When he'd first opened his eyes to find his fists clenched in the sheets, his breath a shuddering gasp and Yohji's name spilling across his lips he'd been more than a littlockeocked.
Petrified was more like it. Not that he'd ever admit that to anyone else. To himself he had to accept that he envied the other man in certain ways. Yohji never let anything stand in the way of what he wanted. His hedonistic search for pleasure ruled his life.
“Well?” Yohji's half-closed eyes glittered as he cast a glance over his shoulder. “If you're going to be here, you could make yourself useful. I could really use someone to rub some of these knots out of my back.”
“I'm sure you've got a legion of girls that would be willing to do that for you,” Aya replied acidly, though he stepped through the doorway all the same.
Yohji laughed and then groaned as stiff muscles protested the action. “I don't happen to see any. Besides, I wouldn't want to let one of them think I'd been bested in a bar fight, and I can't exactly tell the truth of how I got so battered.”
Aya stopped beside the bed, the blue-black skin of Yohji's back looking more painful this close. Slowly he sank down to sit beside Yohji, careful to keep his gaze away from where Yohji's pants hung low on his hips.
His fingers trembled faintly when they hovered above Yohji's skin. Silently cursing himself for a fool he ran a gentle hand down the length of Yohji's spine. Starting in the small of Yohji's back he massaged small cirlces across the muscles, kneading carefully around the worst of the bruising.
Envy really is a green-eyed monster, he thought as Yohji sighed and relaxed under his hands.