Shower Surprise (Weiss Kreuz, Yohji/Schuldig)

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Title: Shower Surprise
Author: fairlyironic
Rating: R
Warnings: sex
Word count: 513
Prompt: June 18th, Weiss Kreuz, Schuldig/Yohji: Flower Power, "Roses are Red,..."
Summary: In which there is more porn, but of a slightly more pointed and creative variety, and in which Yohji's clever idea is put to work.
Notes: A continuation of Simple Deception, from June 15th.

Yohji had a nightly ritual. Wash, brush, floss, moisturize, change the sheets and get into bed. If he kept to his schedule he'd be asleep by 2am. He rarely kept to the schedule, and interrupting telepaths didn't help keep him on track.

"You mask?" said Schuldig, looking disturbed, and disturbingly sexy, noted Yohji absently. His only weapon was a bar of soap. He threw.

Schuldig dodged the soap, a familiar smirk appearing on his lips, but it didn't last long.

"You use Herbal Essences?"

Yohji was frequently embarrassed by his own thoughts, but he refused to be embarrassed about his shampoo. It worked, dammit.

Schuldig was smirking again, no doubt picking up on his thoughts. Bingo, time for round two.

He hadn't expected to meet Schuldig again in his shower, but it was as good a place as any for the plan that he'd been working on. Well, not so much working as thinking, dreaming, fantasizing.

He turned his back on the enemy and continued to lather his hair, deliberately thinking about his partner from the night before, long legs and creamy, lickable skin.

"That's not going to work," said Schuldig's voice from over his shoulder, significantly closer, in fact, than it had been before, and a touch raspier.

Yohji set his legs a bit apart and let his sudsy hands wander leisurely down the planes of his body, lightly touching every sensitive spot. His toes tingled. Anticipation, he thought, was half the fun, but it was amazing how much more there was to anticipate if there was more than one person involved. In point of fact, how much better would it be if it wasn't his hand that ultimately encircled his aching cock?

And then there was a hand there, and it wasn't his. Round one, Yohji Kudou, he thought smugly.

Schuldig stuck his head in Yohji's neck and whispered, voice heavy. "I'm feeling generous, Kudou, so you can have round one, but round two will be mine. Now wash that muck off your face, it's distracting."

Schuldig did eventually get round two, but it was such an enjoyable experience that Yohji didn't mind, and round three----"Yes, yes! Fuck, yes!" said Schuldig, coming great gobs. Yohji had him on his back, and he was getting the sheets dirty again. Not that they hadn't already been dirty. In fact, when Schuldig had first pushed him down on them Yohji had complained, but Schuldig had said, "Fuck this," and done something completely obscene with his tongue, and then Yohji had ceased to think about the sheets, or really anything at all.

But the sheets were dirty again, and Yohji thanked god for that thought, because he was certain that if it hadn't been at the forefront of his mind he would never have gotten away with bashing Schuldig over the head.

Round three, Yohji Kudou.

Now all he had to do was wash the shampoo out of his hair, strip his bed, and figure out what to do with the unconscious assassin in it. Manx wouldn't mind being woken at 5am, would she?

 

Comments

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Beautiful! Hot *and* funny :)

[fairlyironic.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)

[emphasas.livejournal.com]

lol!