Title: White Light
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
A/N: For antiva
, who wanted flowerboys. ^___^
As he pulled back to survey his handiwork, Yohji swore the half-dead thing inside his chest gave a funny gurgle. In the dark like this, it was hard to see, but he could feel. Rough brushes of damp hair across his stomach. A hand flattened against his hip, neither pushing nor pulling.
“Do it.” Damn Aya and his hoarse voice. Sexy without even trying.
“Say please,” he laughed, and wondered if he’d regret this in the morning. But Aya breathed it so obediently, he found he couldn’t care.
Firm fingers pressed wire deeper into that pretty white neck – felt it gasp and give and open. Just like Aya’s mouth, and the bubble of blood he knew was there. Coward
, he thought, but couldn’t bring himself to say it, couldn’t even stop tears from salting the wound. Christ
He always fell for the bastards.