Weiss Kreuz (Yohji/Aya) Title: Life Preserver Author: Ladyofshadow Rating: NC-17 Warnings: fondling, sex Word count: 764 Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Yohji/Aya: Sex in the surf - "The last rose of summer."
Yohji watched the sunset from the shores of an abandoned beach. He took a drag on his cigarette before he threw it into the tide that pooled around his ankles.
“You all right?”
Yohji didn’t bother to turn his head. “Aya, why did you follow me?”
“You haven’t been yourself since Schreint,” Aya said, standing beside him.
“Small wonder,” Yohji said. “It brought up old memories, the kind I’d rather forget.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Why bother?”
Aya wrapped his arms around Yohji and nuzzled his shoulder. The swordsman rarely showed a tender side. Most times he was curt, stern, and like a pot at a constant simmer. If you turned the burner up too high he’d boil out of control. However, in Yohji’s presence, he was relaxed and at ease – unless something was bothering Yohji.
“Because you’ve been there for me, Yohji,” Aya said. “You’ve sat with me and Aya-chan, you’ve listened to me, you’ve trained with me, and you’ve helped me live on. When I’m with you, I can forget all the things that have happened.”
Yohji turned to Aya and lifted the man’s chin to claim him with a kiss. When he pulled away he whispered, “Do you want to help me forget?”
“Yes,” Aya whispered back, pressing against him.
“Drown me,” Yohji said. “I can’t do it by myself.”
Aya kissed him.
Yohji’s hands roamed down Aya’s body, slid into his pants, and grasped his ass in a firm grip as their erections pressed against each other through the fabric.
Yohji lifted Aya and kneeled, lowering him to the ground.
“Yohji!”
“Afraid of getting wet?”
Aya glared.
Yohji broke the glare with a kiss.
The sand squished against Aya’s back and grains flooded into his hair. Yohji reached into Aya’s pants and he grunted at the rough touch. The rolling caress of Yohji’s hand presented him with a mixture of pleasure and pain that made him writhe into the shore.
Yohji’s fingers dug between Aya’s ass, bits of sand rubbing against the tender skin in the crevice.
“Yohji, stop!” Aya was muffled by a kiss and he growled into his lover’s mouth, rolling him onto his back. Pulling away he panted, “Not here. It hurts too much.”
“It always hurts in some way, but that doesn’t stop me,” Yohji murmured. “The pain makes me forget.”
Aya pulled Yohji to his feet, taking him by the hand into the ocean. They walked into the waves, clothes in disarray as they were cleansed by the sea.
Yohji clung onto Aya, shivering into his embrace as they stood together.
“Let’s go home,” Aya said.
They walked across the beach, stopping to pick up their shoes as they headed to the parking lot.
“I took a taxi. Where’s the Seven?”
“We can’t ride in the Seven like this,” Yohji said.
“You’ve got blankets in the back, we’ll cover the seats.”
Once the seats were covered they had a quiet drive back to the flower shop. They snuck into the back and headed to Yohji’s room.
“Sorry about before, you know how I get sometimes,” Yohji said.
“Don’t worry about it,” Aya said. He peeled off his shirt.
Yohji ran his hands along Aya’s damp chest and sat on the bed, pulling his lover into his lap. He kissed Aya’s neck, nibbling the skin down to his chest – claiming the nipples with a gentle bite.
Aya hissed and arched back, hands wringing Yohji’s damp shirt as he tightened his hips.
Yohji rolled them over, raising his body for a moment to remove his shirt. Their bare chests pressed together as the sheets twisted beneath them. Yohji pulled down Aya’s pants and brushed away the sand before took Aya into his mouth. Spit and remnants of grit swirled in his mouth as he moved up and down Aya’s length.
“Keep going,” Aya panted.
“Patience,” Yohji breathed against his tip.
Yohji licked around his finger to the knuckle before he pressed it into Aya’s ass.
Aya writhed beneath Yohji’s touch, cheeks flushed from the sensations. He moaned again as Yohji pressed in another finger.
He closed his eyes when he heard Yohji reach for the bedside drawer – the rustle of pants, sound of lube, crinkle of a condom wrapper. All blurred into one sound before Yohji pushed into him without warning.
Aya yelped and Yohji leaned forward to give him a kiss.
Yohji rocked his hips, tongue driving into Aya’s mouth with each plunge.
At the edge of orgasm they drowned in each other’s arms, each refusing to sink as they clung onto the same life preserver.