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Random Debauchery	By : psyca Category: Weiß Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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An orange cartoon character with a giant head waddled with an oddly purposeful gait through the crowded amusement park. It waved perfunctorily at the hordes of children that ran screaming by. Its pace sped up slightly as a fence gate came into view marked with a polite 'staff only' sign. A final flying hug by a short park-goer seemed to take the character by surprise, but it awkwardly hugged back before waving good-bye and disappearing through the gate.

The creature toddled past storage and dressing areas to plop down unceremoniously on a bench. Long-fingered hands were revealed as paws were tossed to the bench. After several hard tugs, the smiling head disconnected from the body, revealing a sweating, disgruntled assassin. A cigarette and lighter were produced from somewhere, the man taking a long drag before leaning back tiredly and looking up at the sky. After a while, his head lolled over to look at the cartoon head grinning next to him.

"I wonder if Manx would be pissed if I killed the Chibi," he grumbled as he turned the head so it faced away.

He slumped back again, flexing his feet within the club-like shoes. His day couldn't possibly get any worse.

'Ja, well, I wouldn't say that Kudoh'

The blonde groaned and covered his face with his hand.

"Go away, Schuldich."

A solid smirking presence picked up the awful head and sat down.

"I didn't know you were into furries."

Yohji looked at the other man, glaring.

"How the fuck did you find me here anyway?"

Schuldich waived his hand dismissively.

"Don't insult me." He smirked at Yohji out of the corner of his eye. "Besides, how could I miss the delicious combination of fury and loathing coming from the happiest place on earth?"

Yohji deigned not to answer, instead taking a deep drag on his cigarette.

"So how did you draw the short straw on this mission?"

A flush stole its way across the playboy's face, and Schuldich grinned.

"Don't try to hide it, or I'll go digging."

Yohji mumbled something lowly.

"Hmmm?"
"I said," he grumbled, "that the dammed kid blackmailed me."

Schuldich looked at Yohji incredulously for a minute, then burst out laughing.

"What in the world could embarrass you? I thought doing it with half of Tokyo was
experience enough to avoid blackmail." Schuldich leaned forward conspiratorially. "Or does it affect a certain red-headed kitten?"

"Fuck you."

Schuldich leaned back and took in the fierce blush on Yohji's cheeks.

"Oo, a sore spot. Come on, get it off your chest."

Yohji refused to look at Schuldich, but he sighed deeply.

"Why the hell do I listen to you?"

"Because you respect anyone as hedonistic as you?"

Yohji snorted, but closed his eyes and began to talk.

~*~

A flushed Yohji stumbled into the gym, bottle of Jack dangling loosely from long fingers of one hand, velvet bag clutched in the other. He carefully deposited the alcohol in the middle of the open mat, making an exaggerated 'stay' gesture when it wobbled slightly. He moved through the room, muttering as he bumped into the free weight rack and weight machine.

Spotting something in the corner, he veered off at an angle, bending at the waist abruptly and rising with a large, blue exercise ball in both hands. He stumbled back a step or two with the speed of the movement, but recovered enough to set the ball down near the bottle without tripping. He turned around carefully and sat down on the ball. After a few moments of rolling around, he caught his balance. He moved his hands to his thighs and bounced up and down experimentally. With a few more vigorous bounces, a flushed smile spread across his face.

Yohji stood and opened the velvet bag, withdrawing a generous red silicone dildo with a flared base and a small tube of lubricant. Kneeling clumsily next to the ball, he placed the dildo on top of the ball, pressing down firmly. He let go, watching intently as it seemed to stick. He grunted in satisfaction, and then swore as it loosened from its perch and tumbled. He tried again, pressing more firmly onto the spongy surface. This time, the dildo bounced off when he let it go, making him crawl on hands and knees to get it from under the weight bench.

Yohji crawled back to the ball and sat on his haunches, looking back and forth between the ball and the dildo with furrowed brow. He snatched the bottle and took a few swigs of Jack, savoring the taste as if the answers came straight from the drink.
He perked up suddenly, and stood, stumbling a little again. He tugged at his waistband, unbuttoning snug jeans and pulling them down narrow hips, revealing nothing but bare skin underneath. His socks remained, as it was chilly in the gym. His erection slowly rose, undaunted by the cold.

In his relaxed state, it didn't take much to prep himself with lubed fingers, slowly inserting the dildo. He rocked it in and out a little as he knelt on the floor, enjoying the guilty pleasure of playing with himself in such a public area, especially one with so many erotic possibilities. His erection perked up at the thought of a certain redhead tossing him over the weight bench and screwing him into next week.

Shaking his head a little and getting a half-drunk, half-determined look on his face, Yohji stood shakily, repositioned the ball, and sat down carefully. He groaned as the dildo pressed into him further, spreading his legs to give himself a wider base of support. His teeth worried his lower lip a little as he braced himself, and gave a little bouncing movement. He kept at it, trying to increase the motion and get some much-wanted friction. After a few vigorous bounces, the dildo came free from the ball and nearly catapulted Yohji to his feet. Cursing, he sat back down, and wheeled his arms to regain his balance.

Yohji managed to stay on the ball, and took the last gulp from the bottle. Determined, he tried bouncing again, planting his feet at an almost sluttishly wide angle. At first, the dildo and ball moved together, just pressing slightly more inside. Then, he reached back to hold the base lightly while moving up and down. The result was electric.

~*~

"So, mind telling me why you are masturbating with an exercise ball while drunk?"

Yohji flushed further, refusing to look at the redhead.

"I saw it in a porno I was watching while getting drunk."

Schuldich choked on his cigarette. Yohji turned towards him as much as the orange suit would allow with an angry glare.

"Fuck off, it was really hot. There was this master and maid thing going on, and he had her bouncing on this exercise ball in front of him with a suction-cup dildo." His eyes took on a little distracted look. "She was going up and down, the uniform floating around, and you got these glimpses of this neon dildo going in and out of her--"

"Ja, ja, I get it. Don't get all hot on me in that thing. I'll get nightmares."

Yohji flushed again and turned away.

"So, how did little Omi catch you in this reenactment?"

~*~

With one hand on the base of the dildo, Yohji bounced again on the ball, letting the motion of the rubber sphere start a deep rhythm of thrusts. He let his other hand drift down his chest, tweaking nipples as they moved further down. His breath started coming in pants, head tossed back as the angle and motion of the thrusts sent sparks up his spine. It was a little awkward with his hand beneath him, but it gave him the support he needed to lean back and continue to pleasure himself.

He finally brought his hand down to grasp his erection, precome leaking from the tip and dripping in glistening trails down the front of the exercise ball. He gasped at the sensation, griping the base firmly to hold back the orgasm that was building in his gut. After a while, it was just too much, and he started rapidly stroking his rock-hard cock. A sudden fantasy of a stern redhead watching his every move threw him over the edge, his orgasm overwhelming him with a tidal wave of sensation.

He didn't realize that he babbled his desires aloud.

He didn't realize that he cried out Aya's name as he came.

He also didn't realize that the force of his orgasm unbalanced him, tipping him onto his back and knocking him out for a few minutes.

Worst of all, he didn't notice the soft sound of a cell phone video camera ending recording.

He just remembered blissful white, comforting blackness, and waking up chilly but sated to a dark gym ceiling.

~*~

Yohji looked ruefully at Schuldich as the German clutched his sides with laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

Schuldich wiped his eyes, trying, mostly successfully, to stop the chuckles still escaping from his lips.

"So the kid caught you on camera, and made you do this mission for him."

"Yeah. It's not even a real mission. He just promised to do this for a classmate, and wanted to get out of it. So I get to look really fucking stupid for no good reason. Little shit."

Schuldich snickered, and Yohji ignored him by lighting another cigarette.

After a few minutes, Schuldich spoke up.

"So, what was the big deal about Aya finding out? I mean, you are pretty close to doing it, aren't you?"

Yohji rolled his eyes.

"We're dating, not fucking. Besides, he already hates it when I come home drunk, and he's intensely private. How the fuck is he going to react to me having kinky sex with myself while wasted in a common area?"

Schuldich thought for a moment.

"How do you know he'll mind?"

"Are you nuts? I'm not going to lose risking my balls to find out."

"Come on, what's the worst he can do? Put you off for another month?" Schuldich leaned close. "I know he wants you, Kudoh. Didn't you know that the repressed ones enjoy letting go the most?"

Yohji blinks, then shakes his head slowly.

"Come on, live a little. Blow off this piece of crap assignment and see if Aya likes what he sees."

Yohji looked between Schuldich's leer and the obnoxious character head on the German's lap. Crushing his cigarette on the bench, he stood and shrugged his way out of the orange monstrosity. Schuldich whistled at the muscle shirt and snug shorts underneath.

"Go find your own lay. I have to go avoid getting drunk while my life may be ending."
Schuldich laughed and drifted off as silently as he arrived. Yohji grabbed his clothing, texted a soon-to-be furious Omi, and set off for a long walk.

~*~

Much later, long after the sun had set, Yohji slipped into the Koneko. The kitchen and living area was blissfully empty, a note on the counter announcing Ken and Omi's separate plans out for the evening. Yohji took a deep breath, and headed for the stairs.

He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that Aya's room was dark. It was pretty late, so he could be asleep. Yohji crept to his room, opened his door, and froze.

Aya sat on the bed, arms and legs crossed, pinning Yohji with an intense stare. But what really blanked Yohji's brain was the blue exercise ball sitting in the middle of the floor. He couldn't even sputter a response as Aya unfolded his arms and revealed a red silicone dildo in his grip.

"Aya-" he started, only to be halted by the redhead flowing to his feet. The swordsman gracefully closed the distance between them, skirting the exercise ball as he went. He tapped the dildo once against Yohji's chest and stared deeply into his eyes. Dropping the toy into Yohji's surprised hands, he turned around and resumed his position on the bed. His voice was deep and rich in the dim room.

"I've seen the movie."

Yohji swallowed and opened his mouth, but was interrupted.

"I think I deserve the live show."

It only took a minute for Yohji's brain to connect the dots before a sultry smile crossed his features. He stepped into the room and closed the door.

~*~

"Schuldich, please tell me there is a good reason for a maid outfit and a neon dildo to be lying on the bed?"

"Just keeping up with the Joneses, Brad. You won't want to miss out on this one."
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