this is my sophmore try at writing a fan-fic and my first try EVER at a weiss story. It is NO WHERE near completed.
Those damn dreams again. Every single night; dreaming about the same thing. Yohji wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this. He was straight damnit. He didn’t like boys. He didn’t like boys in his dreams and he definitely didn’t like dreaming about a certain red head with violet eyes doing those things to him. Raking his fingernails down his chest, letting his callused fingers pinch at sensitive areas. A warm mouth taking him in and sucking him deep.
“Shit” Yohji sat up in his bed. This was getting to be too much. All this fantasying about Aya was starting to distract him. It was even starting to intrude on his pursuit of a few very lovely females that he had met the night before.
Yohji rolled over and fumbled on the nightstand for his cigarettes. Sucking the pungent smoke in he leaned over and peered out his window.
This just wasn’t fair. One of those girls last night was more than ready to go home with him but when she started to kiss him all he could think about was that in his dreams this felt so much better.
He had to drink himself into oblivion to get that idea out of his head. He smirked a little bit. That definitely explained the pounding headache he had. And that would also explain why he ended up alone in his bed. Drinking that heavily had an adverse effect on certain parts of his anatomy.
Another sigh worked its way out of his throat “I don’t think I could have gotten it up last night if I tried”
“What was that Yohji?”
Yohji jumped at hearing the voice.
“um..err..nothing.” He stammered. “Did I just say that out loud?”
“Yes you did.” Ken replied as he poked his head into the doorway. “What is the great ladies man having problems pleasing the females?”
Yohji turned an unbecoming shade of red at hearing that. “Uh no. not..um..really. Just had too much to drink last night.”
“Ahh.” Replied Ken. “Then that would explain you rattling around and falling up the stairs last night.”
Hearing that Yohji blushed even harder. He turned to give Ken a death glare. “Ken I’ve got a hang over, I’m over tired and I’m not in the mood to hear what kind of idiot I’ve made out of myself.”
Ken just stood there with a smirk on his face.
“Will you just leave please!” Yohji growled that last bit. What in the hell was the boy grinning like that for. He looked like the cat the old lady had after the woman had scratched it into a fit of kitty orgasm.
“Nope”
“Why the hell not! Shit!” In trying to figure out what Ken wanted he had forgotten about his cigarette. It had burned all the way down the filter and was now in the process of burning his fingers.
“They need you down in the shop Yohji. I’ve got a soccer practice to coach at.”
He sighed mentally. He should have remembered that. Ken always had soccer practice for his little demons on Monday afternoons. He would of remembered it too if it wasn’t for the fact that those dreams were starting to fuck with his sleep schedule and send him into sleep depravation and the fact that he was completely hung over. Hell it felt like Omi was shooting off some of his projectiles inside his head.
“Allright KenKen.” Yohji kept his grin at the sight of Ken grimacing at his nickname hidden. “Just give me ten minutes to finish waking up and hop in a shower. I’ll be down to help then.”
Ken muttered something under his breath and went back downstairs. Proably to warn the others that Yohji was –not- in a good mood.
Posted on Nov 30, 2000, 10:47 PM from IP address 12.91.35.150