Fun

[by Firefly]





Kudou Yohji grinned as he sauntered into the club, dressed to kill, (figuratively), and surveyed the seething mass of people within. He'd been looking forward to this all week. Exams at school had meant that Omi had been studying practically twenty-four hours a day, which meant in turn that the three older assassins had been covering most of his shifts at the flower shop.

Yohji had somehow managed to end up with all the morning shifts- he suspected it was somewhat connected to the fact that he'd 'accidentally' managed to substitute salt for the sugar Aya used in his morning coffee. Three heaped spoonfuls, usually.

Anyway, having to open up the shop early every morning had put a severe crimp in his social life, and tonight, he was bound and determined to make up for it. He flipped his hair over his shoulder and made his way to the centre of the heaving dance floor.

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It didn't take long for Yohji to immerse himself completely in the dancing. Some of the people here came to lose themselves to the music, a balm that would, for a short time at least, give them peace.

Others came to dance and get laid. No prizes for guessing with category Yohji was in. He was thoroughly enjoying himself; completely in his element, he moved from partner to partner as he flirted his way across the floor.

He was dancing in the midst of a press of bodies to a particularly fast track when he moved back against someone unyielding. He turned to face the person who was spoiling his fun.

Schuldig.

/ Better and better. /

"Kudou. How... nice... to see you." Schuldig looked the Japanese man up and down appraisingly and smiled appreciatively. "Very nice indeed."

Yohji quickly got over his shock at seeing such a... familiar face.

"What the hell are you doing here, Schuldig?" he drawled.

The German raised one eyebrow elegantly as he smirked at Yohji.

"The same as you, I imagine. Having some fun."

"I wouldn't have thought this was your kind of scene."

"Or you would have come here more often?"

"In your dreams, Schwarz."

"Frequently, Weiss."

Yohji grinned. "Want a drink?"

Schuldig grinned wider. "I have a better idea."

And quick as sin, Yohji found himself wrapped in Schuldig's arms, and involved in some very suggestive dancing.

/ Ooh, very nice. /

He slid his own arms around his dance partner's neck, and joined in enthusiastically. So enthusiastically, in fact, that the sensations caused by the... might as well call it dancing, temporarily overloaded his brain. However, it was used to such tactics, and finally caught up with what was going on.

/ Aargh, aargh, it's Schwarz! Kill him! /

The rational part of Yohji's brain was not too happy with the fact that the body it was carried around in had a serious tendency to forget this aspect of Schuldig when they didn't meet through work, and normally ended up being screwed silly. As far as his hormones and libido were concerned, boring old brain was just getting predictable.

/ Won't. Dancing. / his hormones declared.

/ But he's *bad*. Kill him. /

/ In public? / his hormones replied, archly. / Surely it's best to just let things run their course. /

/ But... /

/ It's not like you ever win this argument, anyway. Self-control is just not *found* at this address! /

And then his libido joined in, pointing out the fact that Schuldig seemed to be enjoying himself too, and wouldn't it be nice to quash the nasty sensible brain, and go somewhere with this nice sexy man and enjoy themselves some more? Just for a little while.

Schuldig grinned, having followed the usual entertaining argument in Yohji's head. He sensed that hormones and libido were going to win. As usual. Which meant that-

"Schuldig?"

He looked into the other man's eyes, and silently they agreed that this was totally separate from Schwartz, or Weiss, or anybody else. As usual. For the next oh, say, hour or two, it wasn't about them being enemies, who would normally try to kill each other on sight. It was about sex. Lots and lots of hot, steamy, hentai...

- he would get some tonight.

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The two men fell into the backseat of Yohji's car, already twined about one another. (They had initially considered the small alley next to the club, but had found it full of other couples. There just wasn't enough space left. Besides, Yohji had whispered to Schuldig something about having remembered to replace that tube of lubricant in his dash.)

Yohji sighed in anticipation as skilful fingers removed his top (what little there was of it to remove), and an equally skilful mouth began applying itself to his chest. He ran his fingers through Schuldig's hair, and moaned gently as teeth nipped unexpectedly at one of his erect nipples.

Then he nearly fell off the seat as Schuldig leaned back and quickly shucked Yohji's pants off, revealing the thin silk boxers underneath.

"Hey!" he yelled crossly. Then he paused. "Wait a minute- those are practically skin tight! It takes me forever to get *in* to them! How did you do that?"

Schuldig just smiled maddeningly.

"Trade secret."

Well, Kudou Yohji wasn't going to take that, especially not from some arrogant gaijin! He launched his own attack on Schuldig's willing body. He removed the redhead's shirt, and then his softly faded jeans. He moved to take off the boxers, too, determined to wipe that smug look off the man's face, when-

"Ano... Schuldig? Your boxers are tie-dyed."

He could have sworn the man almost blushed.

"Farfarello did your laundry again, huh?"

"Hmph. This is nothing. You should have seen what he did to Crawford's shirts."

Yohji shuddered, then dismissed it as unimportant, and returned to the matter at hand. So to speak.

Schuldig gasped as Yohji took his erection in his hand.

/ Heheh, a genuine response. Well, if he liked that, lets see what he does when I do *this*... /

And with that thought, Yohji began to work his way down Schuldig's body with his mouth, licking and kissing and sucking and all the while stroking the other man's erection.

When his mouth became level with his hand, he stopped, and sat back.

"Wha? Wh- why are you stopping?" Schuldig sounded a little disoriented.

"Just making sure I've got your full attention." Yohji grinned evilly before descending to take Schuldig in his mouth.

The Schwarz assassin threw his head back against the seat as he felt the hot mouth enclose about him. He moaned at the sensations Yohji was causing as he licked, sucked, swirled his tongue... you get the picture.

Some minutes later the feel of Kudou's erection shifting against his leg brought the German man back to the car as Yohji shifted position slightly. Reluctantly, but firmly, Schuldig pulled away from the man below him.

"No. I want to come while I'm screwing your cute little butt, not before."

Yohji dove for the dash, whipped out a tube of lube and was back in his seat before Schuldig could blink. He presented it to the man as he purred, "Why sweetums, I thought you'd never ask."

Then Schuldig fell upon him, and Yohji stopped fooling around as he found himself being kissed very thoroughly and extremely well by the other man. Schuldig anointed his erection liberally before coating his fingers in the lubricant. He began to stretch the man beneath him gently, but Yohji was getting rather impatient, not to mention hot and bothered, and had other ideas.

"*Now*, Schuldig!" He grasped the man's hand and groaned as their hips moved together.

Schuldig didn't waste time protesting. The Japanese man surely knew his own mind- he could be sure of *that* at least- and he was feeling rather impatient too.

With one swift motion he thrust into the man below him, and paused, adjusting to the sensation of tightness, and heat, and he didn't want to hurt him but oh it felt so *good*... . Yohji moved beneath him, signalling that he felt perfectly fine, thank you, with the suggestion that he would feel much better if Schuldig were to... yes, do it just like that.

The two men began to thrust more quickly against each other as they felt themselves losing control. Yohji pulled the other man closer to him as he lay back, sprawled with one leg over the top of the seat and the other pushing against the car door in an effort to drive himself harder against Schuldig. Eventually they came together, Yohji shouting out loud with his usual abandon, Schuldig gritting his teeth to keep from doing the same. As the sensations washed over them, they collapsed, temporarily exhausted, flat onto the car seat. Yohji was the first to regain his voice.

"Wow!"

"Yeah."

"But *wow*!"

"I know."

"Smoke?"

"Sure."

Several minutes of silence later.

"You know that 'just one night' thing."

"Yeah?"

"Isn't it swell that it still works when there are a whole lot of just one nights?"

"Hell yeah."


~finis~




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