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Warning: Male/Male sex. PWP. Language. Graphic.
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Weiss Kreuz
AyaxKen
Company
"Hate forests... hate them... hate them...." Yoji kicked at the dead leaves on the forest floor and took a drag on his cigarette. He knew it was unavoidable. Their targets were nearby in a forest compound and the little, rustic cabin, on a hilltop overlooking it, had been their only option.
"Don't have my car. Don't have my women. Don't have shit," Yoji grumbled and kicked again. Wearing a dark turtleneck and jeans, he didn't care that he was cold. His long, slim body, curled in on itself, shivered. With one hand jammed into his pocket and the other clutching his cigarette, it almost felt mentally good to have something else to concentrate on except his rising tide of need.
Yoji lived on the edge, as they all did. That he might die, was always a reality he had to face every time he took up his deadly wires and went to destroy the people who preyed on the weak and the innocent. It generated a need in him, that reality, to live what life he had to the fullest. He wanted pleasure and he wanted it to be intense and varied pleasure. Changing women as much as he changed his clothes, he was always looking ahead, trying to find an even better partner, an even better way to experience the ultimate in sensations.
Omi played with his computer, taking delight in his skill. Aya was dedicated to his revenge. Ken.... Yoji frowned, trying to fathom that friendly, almost plain man. He alone seemed able to step away from his role as an executioner and to find ways to live normally. Yoji envied that ability. Sometimes, he found himself hating Ken for it. None of them were interested, though, in trying to enjoy life in the very sensual and pleasurable way that Yoji was. He almost felt sorry for them, thinking about what they were missing, but then he snorted. He couldn't imagine shy Omi having sex. Aya was too dark, too wrapped up in his mission. What would that man do with a woman? Yoji could only think of violence and an act done in black passion. Ken... Yoji snorted. He'd be a fumbling fool, most likely, botching everything and making some girl miserable. Yoji chuckled silently to himself. That man wouldn't know which end of a woman was which, he was certain.
The sound of water pricked Yoji's interest. He went to find the source, cursing as he was forced to slide down a short incline of loose stone and then take a narrow, crazy trail through a close stand of large trees. He was well rewarded for his efforts, though, as he cautiously stood behind the cover of an ancient maple and saw water cascading from a rocky hill down into an inviting pond. Two of his teammates were already there, Ken swimming in the deeper depths and Aya seated on a flat stone and submerged up to his knees in the warm water.
Both of the men were nude and completely unconcerned about it. Aya, braided hair wet and snaking down his scarred upper torso, was leaning back on one hand. His other was cupping his genitals loosely. As Yoji began to come out of hiding to tease his comrades, he stopped when he saw Aya take hold of his slightly aroused cock, stroke it, and then go lower to play with his balls. The red haired man was watching Ken with a sensual intensity as his companion's sleek, muscled body moved through the water.
What the...?! Yoji flushed, confused and embarrassed. He wouldn't have guessed in a thousand years that Aya liked men or that he would play with himself, unconcerned about discovery, while Ken swam so close. At any moment, Yoji thought in alarm, Ken was going to turn his head and see-
Ken did turn his head, then, and he did see. He stopped swimming, treading water, his dark hair full of sparkling droplets and his expressive eyes full on what Aya was doing. Yoji braced himself, thinking that he was about to see shock and outrage, maybe even a fist fight. What he saw instead, was a slow smile spread across Ken's face.
"Can't you wait for me?" Ken asked.
Aya gave Ken a soft smile in return and opened his legs. His hand moved to his swollen erection stroked it suggestively. "I thought that you wanted to swim," he replied. "I'm only a man. I have to do something when you look that handsome."
Aya, the man of a few words and dagger looks, had said something pleasant and with obvious affection. Aya was gay. Aya swam nude in forest ponds. Aya had the hots for virginal Ken, stupid Ken, Ken of the fumbling, bumbling body, Ken who was gay too, who was obviously returning Aya's suggestive flirting with some of his own, and who suddenly had an excuse for not knowing which end of a woman was which.
Yoji suddenly found himself sitting down hard, mind reeling and his notions about his comrades completely blown to smithereens. He watched in a daze as Ken swam over to Aya, stood up in the shallow water, dripping and sparkling in the sun, and reached out to put a hand on Aya's. He helped Aya stroke his own cock for a moment, smiling and leaning in to claim Aya's lips with his own. Yoji watched them exchange a devouring open mouthed kiss.
"I drank a hell of a lot of beer earlier, " Yoji muttered and rubbed at his eyes. "Maybe I'm drunk and hallucinating all of this?" He blinked hard and then looked again. Everything was still the same, only they had broken the kiss and Ken had leaned back to stroke his own impressive erection. He smiled wickedly at Aya while he did it, making a complete, erotic show of it; moving his big hand with long, rough strokes and massaging the head. Aya was riveted. So was Yoji.
Ken was a damned handsome man. He was all solid muscle covered in droplets of water. His dark eyes, peering out from under a tangle of wet, dark hair, were lit with a passionate fire. Animalistic, Yoji thought; Ken was a panther who often carried steel claws. He was a contrast to Aya's slim, pale, dagger like build, but that made the scene that much more exciting.
Exciting? Yoji felt the sweat and the tenseness in his own body. He WAS excited. His hand was already, unconsciously, cupping a bulge in his pants. He had been a long time without. His mind told him that he wanted large, full breasts, and the tight sheath between a woman's legs, but his body told him that he was ready for anything. His body wanted release any way that it could get it, and was more than willing to step over the line and find pleasure in watching his two very handsome and aroused comrades...
Shouldn't he be disgusted though, turned off, ready to flee back into the forest with a new, unpleasant insight into the two men he killed with? Yoji searched for that disgust, wanted to find it, but didn't. His arousal only grew more insistent, especially when Aya reached out a long fingered hand and played with Ken's large member. Ken grinned and let him, hands hanging lax at his sides and eyes half closed in pleasure.
Yoji shrugged suddenly in irritation, as if tossing off the weight of guilt. He had never had much use for prudery or morals. Stacked against everything else that he had done in his life, getting turned on by his partners wasn't a very big thing. When it came to sex, Yoji had always played it fast and loose. If Aya and Ken were exciting to his libido, then so be it, anything to relieve the building pressure inside of him that begged for release of any kind.
Yoji moved closer, keeping low, quieter than the shadows of the trees, as he looked for a better vantage point. He found it, just to the side of his comrades and optimal for seeing every detail of their erotic play. He could even see the flushed red state of Ken's erection, the swollen member stiff with torment. Yoji ached in sympathy.
"Not so fast," Ken suddenly said and pulled his cock out of Aya's grasp. Aya frowned a little, but then that frown smoothed out as Ken bent over and eyed Aya's erection. "I want to make this last. We don't get to be alone that often."
"I never thought that you had so much self control," Aya told him with a low chuckle. "I don't, so please don't stop if you're about to start something."
"I want to taste you," Ken said and it was almost a growl, low and sexy. Yoji felt as if an electric shock had been delivered up his spine. He shivered. Ken's voice had always seemed so annoying before. He would never have thought that it could grip him and make him feel... "I want to swallow you whole," Ken continued. " I want-"
Aya took hold of Ken's hair and used it to pull him close to the object of his desire. "If you don't start," Aya gasped breathlessly, "I'm going to finish before you have a chance to enjoy yourself."
Ken grinned, licked his lips, and then took Aya into his big hand. Very slowly, he opened his mouth and then went down on Aya's erection. He kept his mouth a tight sheathe and Yoji felt almost pain when he saw Ken's cheeks suck in and he realized that the man was sucking all the way down to Aya's root. Aya drew in a shuddering breath and trembled, his hand still in Ken's hair, his other behind him and bracing himself on the rock. He watched Ken's slow descent with glazed eyes and Yoji watched it just as avidly.
Yoji couldn't stand it any longer. He freed his thick and throbbing erection from his pants and fisted it, the one hand working the head of it hard while he bit down on his other hand to keep from moaning.
Ken paused at Aya's balls. Aya shuddered and bucked his hips once, begging for motion. Ken's dark eyes sparkled and then he was sucking upward. When he reached the head, Yoji could see him tormenting the head with his tongue. Aya threw back his head and groaned long and low. Ken looked pleased by that reaction as he cupped Aya's balls and gently played with them while his tongue lapped and delved and swirled. His head dipped down again, swallowing Aya with ease, and then he began a relentless up and down motion; rough, hard sucking, and almost violent. At every rise to the head of Aya's cock, Yoji saw Ken's tongue swirl and rasp over and under it. Aya was going crazy, writhing in intense pleasure under the assault, body tossing and turning and legs shaking and almost scrabbling for purchase on the rock.
When Ken reached down and began milking his own large erection, Yoji knew that the end was near. He pumped his cock, going almost to all fours to brace himself as he watched his comrades in the their passion. They were beautiful, they were the most erotic site that Yoji had ever seen. He wanted to join them, slide down into the water and beg for Ken's mouth to take him in too... but he knew, deep down underneath the overwhelming sensations, that he wouldn't be welcome. He knew that look that Ken and Aya were giving each other. He knew that they felt more than just desire. They weren't just easing each other's need. There was a genuine, shared, love there.
"Take what I can get," Yoji whispered hoarsely and then couldn't think of anything more except watching that total possession of Aya's member and stroking and fondling his own desire to completion.
Yoji came just as Aya did, his orgasm wringing a strangled cry out of him as it rushed through him like an explosion, a mind blowing, atomic bomb of sensation. He watch Aya convulse, watched him bend forward over Ken and grip his lover with his long arms, holding on tight as he rode out his own incredible orgasm. Ken rode it with him, his own cum spurting from his pumping hand and his mouth sucking and swallowing every last drop that came from Aya's eruption.
Aya fell backwards then, unmindful of the hard rock, and simply lay, sprawled out and panting like a bellows. Ken grinned, washed off his hand full of come in the water, and then left the water to stretch out on his side by his lover. They began exchanging gentle kisses.
Yoji shook come off his own fingers and then staggered back into the trees. He was several yards away before he remembered to put himself back into his pants and put his clothes back into order. He was breathing just as hard as Aya had been and he was forced to stop and lean against a tree trunk, dizzy and exhausted. He closed his eyes and tried to decide whether what had just happened was a good thing or a bad thing, whether he had crossed one line too many in his search for more intense pleasure.
"Why think about it at all?" Yoji suddenly said to himself and pushed off from the tree. He smiled self deprecatingly and then turned it into his usual, sensual, smirk. "It felt good. That's all that really matters. They can have the love, I'll just take the sex." He began walking back to the cabin as he lit a cigarette and took a long drag, ignoring the small, traitor pain, somewhere in the vicinity of his heart, that envied Aya and Ken more than their ability to find sexual release with each other in their violent and lonely world.
End
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