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Cape-able part II
Aya had come to a decision but knew he needed some help to accomplish his goal. He placed a call Manx and she didn’t disappoint. The amazing woman had just the friend to help Aya arrange his surprise for Yohji.
Tackling the whole thing as an elaborate mission, the preparations that had gone into the endeavor would’ve made Omi proud. When the final portion of Aya’s custom-made costume was explained, he wondered what kind of drugs he’d been on when deciding to do this but remembering the look on Yohji’s face a few weeks ago strengthened his resolve to go through with the endeavor.
Finally, the day arrived. Aya spent most of the afternoon at the studio of Manx’s friend getting into his costume. While Aya drove home, he pulled out his cell to place a call. Things were proceeding exactly as planned, he thought to himself.
*****Yohji was driving home from work. A couple of months ago, the team had decided to open a private detective agency to fill the gaps between missions and today had been Yohji’s turn to man the office. While it’d been nice not to have a day job, especially in the early months of Yohji and Aya’s relationship, the two older Weiß had soon become bored with nothing to do all day unless there was an assignment from Kritiker. Since Omi was busy going to college, Ken had also agreed to come in on the venture with the understanding that they work around his soccer schedule during the spring and summer months. The nature of the business allowed them flexibility in their choice of clients so they could keep their schedule light enough to be available for both their Kritiker missions or any other time off they required.
Yohji’s phone rang just as he turned onto the street where they lived. He wasn’t surprised to see Aya’s name come up on the caller id thinking his boyfriend was most likely checking to see when he’d be home. “Hey there, sweetie,” not bothering with a proper greeting.
“Don’t call me ‘sweetie’,” Aya growled out before he continued, “I left some things on the bed for you to wear tonight. Make sure you get some dinner, I’m taking you out later. I’ll call again when I’m closer to home.”
He didn’t even have a chance to reply before the connection was severed. Yohji was definitely intrigued. Not exactly the most suave invitation to a night out he’d ever received, Yohji was nonetheless ecstatic at the invite. In the time they’d been together Aya had never really asked him out on a date.
Yohji couldn’t get home fast enough to appease his curiosity at what Aya had left in their room. He toed off his shoes and ran through the kitchen with just a quick waive to Omi before he headed upstairs. Yohji stopped short and his mouth dropped open in astonishment at what he found on the bed. Low slung black pants of the supplest leather he’d ever felt along with a matching lace up leather shirt with full sleeves and shoulders with single button cuffs. But that wasn’t all. A pair of knee high leather boots and a large silver ankh lying beside the clothes completed the ensemble. Yohji was hoping the pant legs were tight enough to fit inside the boots as the effect would definitely be dramatic.
‘Hmm, guess my good taste in clothing is rubbing off on Aya’, Yohji thought as he walked back to the kitchen for some dinner before going to shower and change. He couldn’t wait to see what else his lover had planned for tonight but it was off to a good start so far.
*****
Yohji had just finished lacing the pants closed when his cell rang. “Yohji here.”
“Are you dressed?”
“Almost, just have to put my boots on.”
“After you finish, cover your eyes with our blindfold. I don’t want to ruin the surprise too soon.”
Aya disconnected the call before Yohji could even respond. He tossed his phone aside and pulled the boots on. The pants and boots fit like a second skin, Yohji thought as he got the blindfold out and placed it over his eyes. He wasn’t happy about messing up his hair but was not going to defy Aya when things looked to be so very promising.
Yohji heard the door open and Aya say, “I see everything fits.”
“Yes, as if they were made for me.”
“They were.”
Yohji opened his mouth to ask a question but Aya’s lips on his changed his mind. Too busy savoring the taste of his boyfriend, he completely forgot what he wanted to say. Aya pulled back and said, “Just sit down and be quiet for a minute. I’ll then take off the blindfold to let you see everything. It’ll answer all your questions.”
Yohji sat and then felt something wet applied to a small area of his neck before it was covered with what felt like the sticky part of a band-aid. This was repeated just a bit lower before he felt what could have been a paint brush against his skin. Aya coaxed him to stand and they crossed the room to the closet. He heard the squeak of the door and felt Aya position him before the full length mirror which hung on the inside.
“Keep your eyes closed until I say you can open them.” Aya said. The blindfold was carefully removed and Yohji felt Aya move behind him.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Yohji’s eyes needed to adjust to the light but as soon as he could focus, his gaze went straight to Aya. He could only stare in amazement. Aya had his hair slicked back and was swathed from head to toe in a black cape. With Aya’s hair pulled back like that it accentuated his high cheekbones and beautiful eyes and Yohji stood mesmerized before he remembered his earlier questions.
Frowning as he tried to figure out what was going on, he looked at his reflection and saw what appeared to be bleeding puncture wounds on his neck. Only when Aya raised his arms and opened his mouth did Yohji realize that Aya was dressed exactly as Count Dracula from the old Bela Lugosi flicks. And he was a vampire’s feast.
On closer observation, he realized that Aya wasn’t dressed exactly as the Count had been in those movies. Yohji turned around and held Aya’s arms outstretched while his eyes roamed over his lover. Flicking the cape back over Aya’s shoulders to get a better look, Yohji noticed that instead of a shirt, vest and suit coat, body paint created the illusion of such —right down to the ribbon and medal the Count had worn in one scene. For a split second Yohji thought maybe the pants where body paint also, because of the way they clung to his Aya’s lower limbs, but they were just very, *very* formfitting pants. Almost too indecent to go out in, or they would be if Aya weren’t going out with him.
“I thought we could go to the costume party at the club.” Aya lowered his arms and asked, “Do you still want to go?”
Yohji had to smile at the slight lisp in Aya’s speech caused by the fangs that looked so very real. He’d never noticed how prominent Aya’s widow’s peak was before but with his hair back like that it fit the image of a vampire. The gel caused Aya’s hair to look almost black and with his boyfriend’s pale complexion, Yohji could almost believe Aya one of those supernatural beings. Oh, this was going to be so much fun, Yohji thought, amazed that Aya had gone to such lengths to surprise him.
“Absolutely I want to go. Come on. I can’t wait to show off our costumes,” Yohji said with a wink. He was certain this was going to be the best party he’d ever been to.
*****
Yohji couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun — at a party. The night had been a fantastic blur of drinks and dirty dancing with Aya, but now he was ready to leave… or at least find a semi-private spot. His pants where bursting at the laces and Yohji hadn’t had any luck in persuading Aya to go with him to the men’s room. The hours of rubbing against his delectable lover to the primal beat of the music combined with the antics that surrounded them had been enough to make him want to drag Aya off hours ago but now his boyfriend seemed determined to drive him wild with lust.
Aya was currently licking and nibbling Yohji’s neck in a way that caused his eyes to cross. In fact, he’d been kissing and rubbing up against Yohji in the most teasing manner ever since returning from visiting the men’s room to get rid of the fangs. If Yohji didn’t know better, he’d think Aya’d taken a hit of X or something. Groaning as he pulled away from Aya’s teasing mouth, he begged, “Aya, please can we go to the john?”
Aya only gave him a sultry smile and rubbed his hips into Yohji’s. There was no mistaking the bulge in either of their pants. Yohji’s eyes quickly swept the dance floor and noticed more than half of the partiers were in various stages of sexual acts. For a brief moment he wondered if Aya was drunk enough to allow Yohji to go down on him but decided not to press his luck. The bathroom stall would be good enough.
Yohji’s attention returned to Aya when he felt deft fingers undo the lacings of his pant. Aya had draped his cape across Yohji’s shoulders so their bodies where hidden from the rest of the room. When Aya grasped Yohji’s freed erection is a calloused grip, all he could do was close his eyes and moan in delight, especially when the other hand cupped and fondled his balls. Certainly this was a dream. Aya wasn’t jerking him off in the middle of a crowded dance floor, was he?
“Ay-,” he was cut off by Aya’s lips. A hungry mouth plundered Yohji’s while Aya spread precome around the head of Yohji’s cock while Yohji reached down a hand to caress Aya’s cloth covered erection. He groaned in disappointment when those talented hands left his cock and balls to reach behind Yohji’s back, apparently to adjust the cape or something else that he couldn’t care less about. Yohji wanted those hands back on his neglected body parts, not fooling around with the damned cape. When a hand finally returned to his cock, it was to liberally coat it with lube. Shocked by the coolness of the gel as well as what Aya was doing, Yohji decided to keep his mouth shut and let his partner take the lead, curious to see where this was going.
“Yohji, do you still want to fuck me on the dance floor?” Aya murmured before his tongue dipped into the shell of Yohji’s ear. Yohji couldn’t believe what he’d heard, while one part of him had been hoping that this was where things were headed, the other part couldn’t believe that Aya was willing to actually have sex here and now.
“Oh, baby, don’t tease me like that. You know I do.” Yohji said while his cock twitched in Aya’s hand.
“Then unzip my pants, Yotan. I don’t think you can fuck me through the material.” Aya said with a bit of humor in his voice.
Yohji knew he had to have the most idiotic grin on his face while he complied with the command. He was going to have sex… in the middle of a crowded dance floor… with Aya! Granted they were mostly hidden from view because of the cape, but just the fact that Aya was willing to do this had Yohji getting even harder than he’d been all night.
He found the hidden zipper in the back of Aya’s pants just below the waistband and began to unzip. What Yohji found intriguing was the fact that the zipper didn’t stop at the curve of Aya’s ass but ended all the way at the front of the pants. Yohji grabbed the dripping cock that sprang free once the zipper was undone and heard Aya moan loudly while he stroked the silky hard length.
“St-top, Yohji. I’ll come if you keep that up.” Aya said as he leaned his forehead against Yohji’s shoulder.
“Give me some lube, babe. I need to get you ready.” Yohji said as he placed his hands on Aya’s hips.
“Don’t have to.” Aya suddenly turned within the confines of the cape to rub his ass against Yohji’s aching cock.
Yohji thrust his hips forward and back before reaching down to find a bit of plastic at Aya’s entrance. A butt plug! When the hell… Yohji then remembered how Aya’s behavior had changed after he’d come back from the men’s room. He chuckled and said, “No wonder you’ve been acting so horny since you got back.”
Aya leaned his head back against Yohji’s shoulder and said, “I didn’t think you’d want to waste any time once I offered.” His tone lowered when he continued in that special bedroom voice he saved for talking dirty to Yohji, “Pull it out, Yotan, and in front of all of these people, fill me with your big… hard… cock.”‘Gods!’ Yohji thought, Aya *knew* how much that turned him on when he spoke like that! Yohji’s groan was almost a whimper as he gently removed the toy. When Aya took it from his hand he finally realized there were pockets inside the cape. Aya put the toy in one and nudged his hips back into Yohji’s groin. With one arm wrapped around Aya’s waist, Yohji used his free hand to guide his cock to Aya’s waiting hole. Bending his legs to get the proper angle, he began to slowly push forward. Thank the gods the music covered both of their moans, Yohji thought as he leaned down to nuzzle the crook of Aya’s neck. Yohji trailed one hand up to tease paint covered nipples while the other wrapped around Aya’s erection in a gentle hold. Once completely sheathed in a viselike grip, Yohji paused to gather his scattered wits. He knew that if he didn’t settle down, it was going to be over quick and Yohji wanted to savor this offering for as long as he could, not sure he’d ever get another chance.
Taking a deep breath, Yohji concentrated on the music and slowly began to move within his lover. He gently rocked his hips into Aya, barely pulling out before pushing in again. Aya’s arm came up to wrap around the back of his neck and they turned to each other for a passionate kiss of open mouths and teasing tongues. Despite the urgency they shown before, the movement of their bodies now was almost languid so that by the time a complete song had ended and they’d broken free of the kiss to breath, both of their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat from the effort to keep things from ending too soon.
Yohji intended to finish another song in the same manner when Aya took matters into his own hands. Literally. Aya clamped down hard on Yohji’s cock and wrapped a hand around Yohji’s to show what he wanted. Their hands became a blur on Aya’s cock while Aya pulled his hips away from Yohji only to slam back… hard. Yohji got the hint and began a punishing rhythm that would have sent Aya sprawling forward but for the arm around his chest. Heat… tightness… the pounding beat of the music and frantic thrusts blurred together to build in intensity until the pleasure was too much. Their groans and pants had to have alerted those nearby of what was taking place but neither of them cared, too lost in the passion for there to be any other thought but the ecstasy awaiting them.
Aya cried out, spilling hot come over both their hands and Yohji plunged into that clenching channel twice more before spurting deep within his love’s body. Grinding his hips into Aya’s, he just panted against a pale neck while Aya placed breathless kisses against his cheek and temple. Yohji raised his head to kiss Aya deeply and Aya, never breaking the kiss, allowed Yohji’s softening cock to slip out before turning in Yohji’s embrace. They swayed to their own beat as the music and everything else disappeared except the two of them.
Yohji heard what may have been a sigh of regret pass Aya’s lips when he pulled back to reach into another pocket of the cape. Aya handed Yohji what felt to be a small piece of cloth, so he wiped his hand and cock off before lacing his pants closed while Aya attended to his own clean-up. Aya took the cloth from Yohji and tucked it away before reaching around Yohji’s back to undo the cape.
After the cape fell away from his shoulders, Yohji gathered Aya back into his arms and said, “Thank you, love. That was… fantastic just doesn’t seem to describe it accurately.”
Aya smiled a sweet smile before he drew Yohji down for another kiss, this one filled with so much love that Yohji felt a sting behind his eyelids. Aya might not say the words very often, but he showed Yohji again and again how much he was loved. His head was still reeling from the gift Aya had just bestowed on him. When they reluctantly parted once more, Yohji looked deep into Aya’s eyes and said, “I love you, Ayan.”
Aya stroked a hand down Yohji’s cheek and replied, “I know you do… I love you too, Yotan.” Aya snuggled into Yohji’s arms and said, “So, do you want to go home and help me remove this body paint?”
Yohji didn’t even have to think twice before he answered, “Oh, yeah. I’m up for a bath right about now… among other things.” Yohji gave Aya a brief kiss. “Let’s go.”
Yohji quickly led Aya from the dance floor to the exit, thoughts focused on what he could do to thank Aya for tonight. Mind busy with delicious little fantasies, it was a silent ride home but the rest of the night was far from quiet.