Express Yourself - 2/3
by Mishaela
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Disclaimer: Same as in previous.
Author’s Note: Thanks to all who reviewed so far for the amazing feedback. I’m
so glad that you are enjoying this fic! ^_^ Now, on to the next part…
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Yohji didn’t think he could handle the stripping lessons so quickly after the
club, so he skipped the next night. Over the course of the following day, Aya
had cooled off, almost back to normal. His confidence about the situation seemed
to drop as well. The blond took the problem in hand, practically dragging Aya
to his bedroom for more ‘dress-up’, "Time for the stripping lessons."
"No," the young man growled, trying to pull away, "I can’t do
it."
The redhead was pushed against the inside of the door and Yohji pressed himself
against him, "Big change from the other night, Aya. You were on fire then…
What happened?"
Aya’s gaze averted, "I… I don’t know… I just… I don’t think I can do it."
Weakness was something he hated and showing it to his fellow Weiss assassin
was driving him nuts. A low rumble of chuckling brought his eyes back to Yohji,
"What’s so funny?"
"You are, Aya," the blond said gently, "You can do this… but
you’re afraid to let go. You don’t think you can handle the change from ice
to fire." He leaned in, brushing his lips over the soft ones in front of
him, "I think you can."
Yohji let him go, "I’ve got a couple of outfits set aside for you. Try
them on and let’s get started."
Grabbing them, the redhead darted into the bathroom. In the pile, there were
a couple of pairs of brand new thong underwear. Aya stared hard at them, looking
even more indecisive than ever, "You actually expect me to wear these?"
He could hear the voice from outside the door, "Unless you want to dance
totally nude, you’d better."
A furious blush crept up the youth’s face, "These… leave *nothing* to the
imagination." Aya couldn’t imagine himself in them, let alone dancing in
front of a room full of people in nothing *but* the flimsy underwear.
"Stripping is all about anticipation, Aya," Yohji said from just outside
the door, "There’s nothing about imagination to it, except on the part
of the dancers."
Aya changed, settling on a pair of black hot pants and a purple crop top. He
let his selection get approved and then watched as Yohji turned his stereo on.
A CD got put in and, in short order, music was playing. It was slow and sensual
with a good bass line. The blond sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Listen to the music, find the rhythm, and match it. Close your eyes… sometimes
it helps," Yohji coached as he waited for his team mate to get started.
After a few minutes, he was still waiting, "Aya… you have to do this."
There was still hesitation in the crimson haired assassin. "I… I can’t."
Yohji was up in a flash, pushing the youth against the wall, grinding the lean
body against his own, "Stop… remember the club…" Even before the denial
could come out of Aya’s mouth, the blond’s descended on it fiercely, swallowing
the words before they could be formed. Damn, but he could get addicted to the
taste of Aya.
When the younger Weiss broke for air, Yohji was quick to jump on the opening,
"Dance for *me*, Aya…" The rich pools of lavender were trying to suck
him in and the blond couldn’t resist looking into them, "To hell with the
other people… Dance for me."
"… Yohji…"
There was that voice again, the one that begged the older assassin to rip off
the skimpy clothes and ravish the redhead. It was such a rush to know that he
could bring that part of Aya alive in his arms. Yohji reluctantly backed off,
fully aware of the aching throb of his now hard as steel erection, "Show
me, Aya."
Dazedly, the younger man moved away from the wall and started to move in rhythm
with the sounds that still wafted through the air. Carefully, Yohji sat down
on the corner of his bed, watching, enchanted again by the change in his team
mate. When it came time for the mission, he was sure he was going to be miserable,
watching that sweet body and not being able to touch it.
"Now, tease me… take off the shirt – slowly," Yohji couldn’t suppress
the moan as he was obeyed.
Aya lifted the hem of the top, pulling it up slightly, and then letting it drop
again. His hands went under the fabric, lifting it to show one strawberry colored
nipple, running his fingers over the needy flesh. Those green eyes on him made
enough of a difference. He turned, grabbing the back of the shirt and pulling
it over his head, but holding it to his chest almost demurely. The redhead rubbed
the fabric over his smooth skin before letting it drop to the floor and kicking
it away.
Long fingers trailed over the bulge under the leather shorts before moving to
the top of the zipper and then sliding around the trim waist. Aya wanted to
hear more of the blond’s praise over his performance. He dropped to his knees
on the floor, putting two fingers in his mouth to suck on them hungrily, moaning
as he rocked his hips to the beat of the music.
He heard the older man’s gasp, "God, Aya, there’s not going to be a soft
cock in the house when you get done…"
Eyes closing, the young man used his free hand to tug open the shorts, revealing
the fact that he was hard as a rock underneath. Aya’s erection strained the
thong underwear, stretching the fabric to its limits. He could see Yohji’s gaze
on him; dark, hungry, filled with predatory lust. He couldn’t help but tease
the blond, giving several false starts at removing the shorts and then aborting
at the last second.
Yohji couldn’t think. Hell, at this point, he was having trouble breathing.
His breath was coming in rapid pants and he was stifling as many moans as possible.
Aya looked so delectable… Before he realized what he was doing, the tall blond
had reached out and pulled his partner down on his lap.
"Aya… You’re driving me crazy." It was truth. He was going mad with
the need to run his hands over that cream colored skin, into the silky crimson
locks. With a harsh groan, Yohji pulled their mouths together, needing to taste
those velvety lips again. Aya squirmed on his lap, rubbing meaningfully against
his manhood, raking his fingers over every inch of bare skin he could reach.
The blond tore his lips from his team mate’s, "I think we can skip the
lessons on lapdancing, too…" Yohji’s hands were all over Aya, stroking
the soft flesh, kneading it, "I don’t think I’ve seen anything hotter than
you… Too bad it’s just for one mission…"
*This* Aya had confidence and sex appeal in no small doses, "You want to
fuck me, right, Yohji?"
Looking into those lust-laden eyes, the golden haired Weiss smiled at him, "Yeah…
If I got started, though, I don’t think once would be enough." His mouth
trailed over Aya’s neck, leaving burning little kisses on the skin, "You
do realize that I’m breaking lapdance rules?"
"Oh?" The response was a low moan, "How so?"
"Patrons aren’t supposed to touch the dancers, Aya." Yohji flicked
his fingers over one strawberry nipple, "I foresee a lot of people getting
thrown out over you…" The redhead moved to straddle him, rubbing their
erections together, and he groaned again, "Maybe even me if you keep that
up."
His team mate looked up into his face and licked his kiss-bruised lips, "Maybe
I *want* to be touched by you, Yohji."
He had to get Aya off of him. Otherwise, he was going to have at him right then.
Yohji reluctantly moved him off of his lap, enduring the disappointed look it
earned him. "Aya… I’m going to lose my resolve if you keep this up. We
have to stop, okay," he hoped he was doing the right thing. God knew he
wanted that lean body writhing under his attentions, but he just couldn’t risk
it before the mission.
A sultry little pout answered him and he had to give the redhead some kind of
goal, "Listen, Aya… After the mission… Just say the word…" As quick
as the young man had cooled off the first time, Yohji really didn’t think he’d
get a chance to live up to the promise, "… You just say the word and I’m
yours for the night."
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The last few days of the mission planning were in deciding the persona for Aya’s
part. He would be a picky catch. Difficult for anyone who didn’t satisfy certain,
unsaid obligations to get their hands on. Yohji would be a favored regular while
Ken would be another one who wasn’t around as often.
They settle on the working name of ‘Crimson’ for him, not completely original,
but perfect for his features. Aya would be staying at the flat Yohji kept for
his sexual conquests. The young man hated the idea, staying in the place that
the blond used for dragging unnamed partners to, but he had to admit that it
would be appropriate for the situation.
Getting him to his audition at the specified club was the hardest part. Aya
fought, nearly tooth and nail, before Yohji took him aside and… coaxed him into
compliance. Every time ‘Sexy Aya’ came alive in his arms, the blond was amazed
at all the pent-up passion inside of him. If *this* Aya didn’t catch the eye
of their target, then the Matsuo Hoshida was blind.
Yohji met him at the club on the night of ‘Crimson’s’ debut performance. Again,
Aya had cooled off and his confidence was way too low. He looked completely
decadent in the rip-away clothes and make-up, though. They stood outside the
dressing room, Aya such a bundle of nerves that Yohji feared he would bolt.
Before that could happen, the blond caught him up and pushed him against the
wall.
"You look hot in that, Crimson," he murmured, using the stage name.
Yohji let his hands slip under the shirt, stroking the nipples beneath to hard
little nubs, drawing a ragged gasp from the redhead. His tongue trailed up the
side of the pale neck, towards the ear, and Aya moaned out loud in the hallway.
"Yoh-ji…" The younger man was going to lose himself in those soft
caresses. He wished that Yohji wouldn’t wait, that he would show him everything
right now. He couldn’t fathom, through the haze of sensations, *why* they were
holding back.
With a possessive growl, Yohji caught the sweet lips and ravaged them mercilessly.
His hand on the heaving chest was not idle, moving back and forth between circular
nubs to even out the attention. The blond’s other hand was on the tight ass,
clenching some of the flesh beneath the clothing in his fingers, making him
wish he was touching bare skin.
Aya couldn’t help himself when he started thrusting his hips against his team
mate’s stomach. The friction on his hardened cock was immense but he was hungry
for much more. His low voice was begging, "Touch me… please…"
That voice almost undid him right there and Yohji growled again. His green gaze
met the heated violet one and he gave a little nip to the bottom lip, "Dance
for me tonight, Aya, and I’ll give you a taste of what you’re asking for at
the apartment."
Moist lips parted with a soft moan at the words and Aya just had to make sure
Yohji wasn’t playing with him, "Promise?"
"Oh, yeah… You have my word…"
With a sultry smile, Aya pulled himself away from the blond, "Then you
better go have a seat… I’m going to show you what I’ve learned."
As the red haired Weiss walked off, Yohji slammed his fist into the wall, "Man…
I’m starting to hate the braking power on this machine…"
A couple of hours later, the blond had to endure the ride back to the apartment.
His cock was so hard from Aya’s performance on stage that he thought he was
going to die from lack of blood circulation to his brain. The arm that he used
to shift gears was trapped within the redhead’s embrace and his shoulder was
being nuzzled suggestively. Once in a while, Aya would take Yohji’s hand and
move it to his groin, letting the older man feel just how firm his arousal was.
"What are you going to do to me, " ‘Sexy Aya’ purred, his face turning
up to his team mate’s when they stopped for a red light.
Deciding to tease back, Yohji gave the cock under his palm a firm squeeze, "I’m
going to use you as a human straw. How’s that sound?"
The words nearly put Aya in his lap, "I love how it sounds…"
In the parking garage, the scantily clad redhead jumped out of the car and bolted
for the elevator, leaving Yohji with no choice but to follow. Inside the rising
cubicle, Aya started roaming his hands over the blond’s chest, giving little
suckling kisses to the front of his throat. He mewled softly and the older man
thought he was going to swoon from the sheer sensuality of it.
Leaning back against one wall, Yohji hit the ‘stop’ button for the elevator
and growled as he crushed the redhead against him. "Impatient, aren’t we?"
Aya rubbed his hot body to the older man’s, "I’m so hungry… Yohji, feed
me…"
The begging in the voice made Yohji groan and he ran his hands down to the tight
ass, pulling Aya firmly to him, "If only I could have my way with you…
right now…" The blond leaned down, stealing a kiss from the pouting lips,
"You’re wild and hot… I like this side of you, Aya."
"I… I want you… to fuck me… Yohji."
Blinking at the direct phrasing of what was desired of him, the assassin wished
he could fully take that tight-looking body. He ran his hands over Aya’s back,
"I want to. God knows I want to." Yohji didn’t think he could take
anymore, so his hand reached out to start the elevator again. Once they got
into the apartment, he could finally get a taste of this beauty that was demanding
he take possession of him.
The chime preceded the doors opening and the two of them moved down the hall
slowly, lip-locked and touching, until they got to the right entrance. Yohji
took the keys from Aya’s fingers and opened the door. Kicking it closed behind
him, the blond started to undress his catch with slow gentle hands.
Yohji pressed the redhead down on the futon, pulling the shorts off the young
man and tossing them aside. Aya was wearing a pair of the thong underwear and
he could see the dark stain of fluids where the fabric covered the tip of his
cock. Leaning down, he pressed his tongue to the wet spot, teasing himself with
a hint of what the beauty would taste like.
Arching his hips, Aya tried to coax the man for more. He tried to use his hands
to remove the flimsy thing on him, but he was caught and they both were pinned
down. "No," he heard the husky voice from above say lowly, "I
get to take them off you."
Pulling them down just so that the tip of the ready cock was revealed, Yohji
licked his lips and gave the flesh a suckling kiss. Aya gasped and thrust his
hips up, crying out for more desperately. Inhaling the musky scent of the redhead’s
arousal, the older man lapped his tongue over the tip, gathering more. His hands
moved to the sides and yanked the thong down a little further, licking all along
the hardness.
He moved lower, mouthing the cloth covered balls that were held snug against
Aya’s body. Finally, Yohji drew the fabric down the long legs and tossed it
aside. He gazed down with open hunger on the trembling frame, nude from the
waist down, and smiled into the lovely assassin’s eyes, "Eager little virgin…"
Yohji started at the inside of one knee, laying a little trail of bites down
the inner thigh, before switching to the other leg. Following the same procedure
for the other leg, he found himself at the stiff cock that was begging him silently
for his touch. His tongue curved around the length as he let it flow up the
surface, drawing a strangled moan from the redhead. Yohji’s palms slid along
the soft thighs, holding them apart, letting his thumbs brush the hidden ring
teasingly.
"Oh, God…" Aya’s moan was torn from him at the sudden shock of pleasure.
"Please… don’t make me wait…" He was literally writhing on the futon,
his pelvis rocking to try and force his way into the moist cavern that had been
promised him, "Do it, Yohji…"
His hot cock was engulfed, swallowed, taken to the hilt by that tormenting mouth.
Aya’s eyes rolled back in his head – this was better than anything he’d ever
dreamed! Complete nonsense poured from his lips, the teasing having put him
too close to that critical edge. When Yohji’s fingers moved up, tickling the
corner of his mouth, he gave them entrance.
Aya sucked on those fingers hungrily, just like his cock was enjoying, getting
them totally drenched with saliva. They were yanked from his mouth and he mewled
at the loss, "Y-Yoh-ji…"
Suddenly, one of those digits went *inside* of him and the redhead gave a sharp
cry as it buried itself to the first knuckle. His hips bucked uncontrollably
and he came, giving an offering of bittersweet cream to the blond. Aya felt
Yohji’s throat work as he swallowed every pulse, all the while driving that
finger in and out of the virginal ring he’d invaded.
"God… it feels…"
Yohji let the spent flesh slip free and rolled his sexy little virgin over onto
his stomach, "Shhh… I’m not done with you… I’m gonna to give you more…"
His green eyes watched as Aya’s tight ass swayed back and forth, trying to get
the long finger in even deeper. This change in the youth was absolutely amazing.
Yohji finally pushed another finger into the opening, feeling the inner walls
convulse momentarily as they tried to expel him, then relaxing, "You’re
so fucking tight, Aya…"
"Loosen me up," he was begged piteously. The violet-eyed youth was
clawing at the sheets, pulling them to his mouth where they were bitten feverishly.
Aya was now rocking forward, driving himself back on those two fingers, sobbing
each time they hit the sweet spot inside his body, "Please… Yohji… I want
it…"
"I know you do, Aya," the blond murmured lowly, enjoying the dance
that his stroking digits were inspiring. He worked a third finger in deep, holding
them in such a way that the redhead couldn’t get them to work inside of his
body the way he wanted. Yohji couldn’t help but smile at the whine of frustration,
"All in good time."
The blond’s cock was so hard it was painful. Yohji continued to deny himself,
bringing Aya up higher and higher, until a near scream of ecstasy signaled a
second release for the redhead. Only then did he let the beauty loose, pulling
his fingers out and cleaning them off on a towel that had been hastily discarded
earlier that night.
Face down on the futon, Aya tried to regain his breath. His body sang with the
after-effects of his orgasm, but he was still hungry for his partner. He rolled
onto his back and tore the shirt off over his head, drawing his hands back down
his body to stroke and tease his nipples in front of Yohji. Half-lidded eyes
regarded the blond, "I hope we’re not done yet."
When Yohji rose to his knees, the redhead saw that his cock was still hard as
stone. He reached out with one hand and drew down the zipper, "I have to
play the part, right?"
The blond nodded, "Yes… That’s the idea…"
Aya curled forward and pulled the thick shaft from its prison, "Teach me,
Yohji… Show me how to get you off…" Using his grip, he carefully drew the
blond up on the futon, "If you won’t fuck me… then I’ll just have you fuck
my mouth." Then, Aya practically devoured the flesh, sucking on it like
a lollipop, working his hands along the shaft.
Stiffening, the older assassin couldn’t control his own responses to that temptation.
He fell forward at the shock of Aya’s tongue on his greedy cock, pushing it
deeper into that sexy boy’s mouth, hearing the moan from below him. Hands gripped
his ass, pulling on it so that he couldn’t back out, "Aya…"
Sounds of pure pleasure rose as Aya worked his way up Yohji’s length, feeling
the light tickle of pubic hair on the tip of his nose, forcing his throat to
accept his team mate’s organ with as little complaint as possible. His violet
eyes traveled up the lithe chest and found green eyes that smoldered with such
a predatory lust… Aya wanted to acquiesce to it so badly.
When Yohji saw the surrender in the redhead’s eyes, it went straight to his
loins and forced his completion from him in one great wave. His hand went to
the back of Aya’s head, clenching in the silky hair, holding him steady to accept
the blond’s seed. When the flow finally ebbed, he fell to the side and pulled
‘Sexy Aya’ into his arms, "Damn…"
He felt the shorter Weiss assassin snuggle against him, "You tasted good,
Yohji." Long fingers idly stroked the back of the blond’s hand, "Can
we do this again soon?"
Yohji fingered some of the sweat soaked hair, "Aya… until this mission
is over – we can do *that* as much as you want."
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TBC