Sweet notes: the sweltering heat, hormones and yaoi fangirl authors can do some pretty crazy things to your head. But is Aya just a bit out of his league? This is for Jess-chan! With lotsa love… and hentia stuff too! ~.^

Warning: Yaoi, lime, sex in a public place, FarfelloxAya, a bit OOC, oh maybe a smidgen of evil author humour. ^.^

Disclaimer: If I owned any of the Weiss boys I would be the queen of the world and have hundreds of harems of bishounen, as I’m pretty sure you’re not one of my subjects, I’m pretty sure they’re not mine.

Key

/…/ = Telepathic speech.

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~ By Sweetdeily.

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Some people would assume springtime was a warm day with a light breeze. Or a hot day with a chilly breeze. And that’s when the evil little devil had you, it would draw you in, reeling you in slowly, like a shark who can both see and smell its prey. And then… Ohhh, then it would strike. How did the season strike? It was a very innocent attack, like Omi; he was so innocent, all the way up until you’ve got his dart in your neck. But noo, springtime was even more cunning. It had many attacks, many lecherous- "ACHOO!"

Aya twitched, blowing his nose gently before putting the tissue in the bin with the rest and rubbing his sore eyes.

Now where was he, ahh yes, it was lecherous, like Youji. And it knew your weaknesses…

Ken groaned and sat back on his heels, looking at Aya. His whole upper body was bare and glistening with sweat. Aya wanted to pant but managed to pull his hormones in, barely. "God, it’s so hot! You’d think it was summer… but it’s not even halfway through spring." The brunet commented.

Aya sneezed again and added another tissue to the almost overflowing bin. Almost a metre away standing behind the desk Omi frowned at Aya. "You need to get something for the hayfever Aya, your eyes are getting red and your nose is going to start…" The boy fell silent under the glare Aya levelled him with.

"I do not have hayfever."

A snort came from the other side of the room where Youji was finishing the wrappings on a bunch of lilacs.

Aya levelled his glare at Youji and the place went silent again, his teammates going back to work with rolled yes.

Anyway, yes, it was very evil, and sneaky, and cunning. Aya did not like spring for one other reason as well. Spring meant light clothing, which meant, swallow, his teammates without tops, and in Youji’s case, which was unfortunate case for Aya. Binkis.

A sigh from the red head. He hadn’t had time to have sex in months. Sure, he’d had hours here and there to himself, but he always had practice or… well, he didn’t like sex to be quick. There was nothing more hot and heavy then a good long hour of pleasure. That’s mainly how he liked it. Sure, right about now, he was willing to bang any of his teammates in the back room. There was one set back to that.

They were straight.

It was a shame too.

Aya glanced at the sweat glistening form of Ken.

A real shame.

"ACHOO!"

A pale hand covered his mouth then pressed a tissue to his nose while he blinked sleepily. Stupid Omi and his know it all hayfever symptoms. Aya didn’t have hayfever. Because AYA didn’t get hayfever, so there!

"Aya-kun… you really should-"

"Hn!" [1]

Aya glowered at the innocent blonde, a little hentia picture flashing through his mind before he glowered more and stomped off. Omi was such a pest! He forced Aya into going to the shops to get medicine for hayfever he did not have. Stupid mean, grumble, grumble, grumble.

The red head grabbed his wallet on the way out, glowered a bit more, then left.

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"ACHOO!" A red head bent forward followed by a stream of German curse words. Farfello looked at Schuldich watching curiously as the German grumbled, wiped his nose with a tissue rubbed his eyes and looked pathetically at Bradley Crawford. "Braaaaaaaddlllleeeeeyyyy." The nasal voice of the German whined.

Farfello rolled his eye, stabbed the toast before him a second last time and looked around. The Irish man was bored.

"Braaaaaaaaadddleeeeeeyyyy."

"…"

"Brrrrrraaaaaaaaaddddddllllleeeeeyyyy."

Farfello bit his tongue, tasting his own blood and giggling.

"Braaaaadddddddlllleeeeeyyy."

The trees outside swayed, Crawford turned the page.

"Bra-mpphh!" Farfello casually put a hand over the German’s mouth.

"Shutting Schuldich up hurts god."

"Getting Schuldich some hayfever medicine hurts god more." Came from behind the newspaper.

Farfello looked slightly worried about the American’s health, but said nothing.

"I’m saving up, so I don’t have anything on me."

"I’ll give you five hundred, and free run around for six hours if you get him something."

Farfello licked his lips. Weighing his options. His hand moved back.

"aaaaaadddlllleeeeeeyyyyyy."

"Please?"

"Make it six and you’ve got a deal."

"BRAAAAADDDDDLLLLEEEEEYYYYYY!"

"Done."

Farfello grinned. Six hours of god hurting fun. In a mall. He cackled a bit before getting the money off Crawford and bounding off.

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Aya grumbled under his breath glaring at the medicine. There were too many brands. A saleswoman had popped up a minute ago to ask if he needed help. She went away after a glare.

Finally he decided in the smallest possible pills. He twitched at the price but paid up. He needed something to drink them with now.

Earring rustling with his movement he stepped out into the hustle of the crowds at the mall and found himself headed in the general direction of the food court.

"…"

He looked around, not spotting his favourite drink anywhere. What was wrong with malls these days? They were so useless.

A flashing sign caught his attention and his hayfevered brain translated it for him.

Realising that it was an add for a free drink and popcorn deal to see a movie he humped. It had his favourite kind of drink in big flashing glory. Stupid advertising.

Still grumbling he went to the counter. They sold movie tickets as well as food.

"I would like the cherry triple cola mango soda. In large."

The sales women smiled charmingly. "I’m sorry sir, but that drink is only available with a ticket purchase."

"…"

"Sir, are you seeing a movie?"

"I want the drink."

"I am sorry sir, but you have to be seeing a movie to purchase that drink."

"…"

"Perhaps you would like some time to decide what you will be seeing this day. Next customer please."

A wise man once said, never piss a woman with PMS off. An even wiser man said ‘don’t fuck with an assassin with hayfever.’

Aya reached across the counter and lifted the woman up by her collar.

"I. Want. The. Drink… please." His violet eyes flashed with deep threats of pain.

The woman looked petrified.

"S-s-s-si-ir! T-he d-d-drink is o-only for m-movie goers!" She sounded more pleading then scared.

Aya twitched but put her down, slapping one hundred-yen on the table.

"Fine. Give me the drink and a ticket to one of your movies."

The woman smiled. Aya grit his teeth. The woman gave Aya the ticket to some unknown movie and the drink. Aya gave her the money, shot her a ‘shi-ne’ glare ™ and huffed over to the cinema.

He’d already paid for it, may as well see the stupid thing too.

The usher smiled as well. Aya glared. The usher whimpered and very hurriedly told him which cinema the movie was in.

The cinema was empty, which was good for Aya. He choose a seat to the upper left of the cinema, sat down took the tablets with his drink and settled in to watch the movie. It was probably going to be something lame. They were never any good. Just like the staff. Aya mentally grumbled his way all through the trailers, not noticing as a second person entered the theatre.

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Farfello had acquired the medicine without killing anyone and suddenly found himself with time to play around. But… he just couldn’t be bothered killing anyone. Laziness hurt god. He looked around, one eye roaming the signs. One sign caught his attention, it was a new movie, two men holding hands and looking all starry eyed. Farfello grinned. He grinned big. Sex hurt god, but homosexuality hurt god even more.

Figuring out a way to pass some of the time he bounded over, purchasing a ticket to the movie with his cash. He giggled gleefully, ignoring the look the usher gave him when he seemed obviously happy to be seeing a ‘gay’ movie.

Still bounding, Farfello entered the theatre, and only picked one other person out. He went silent as he realised who the other person was and silently sat in his seat a few rows down, giving the person his back. The ads were already fading out, and Farfello; insane as he was… formulated a very painful godhurting plan. Painful, for god that was.

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Aya-kun felt himself blush suddenly… it was a very deep and full blush. So amazing was this blush… that it was thankful no living soul saw it. It would appear… he was watching a romance movie. Just what his hormone denied body needed right now.

The red haired assassin sank low into his seat… joy.

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The movie started, and evidentially it was just as cheesy as the ads for it had been. Aya found his mind drifting away, hundreds of cheesy scenarios of romance flashing before his mind of him and his teammates.

So caught up in his own thoughts was he that he didn’t hear someone approach him until his danger senses told him, too late that someone was behind him. The red head bolted up, spinning around and glaring purple eyes at whoever it was. His eyes widened to impossible sizes when he realised whom it were.

"Nani? Schwarz!" He hissed. A single golden orb blinked innocently at him, or as innocently as someone who gets their kicks out of hurting god in the most painful possible way, could blink.

"I’m off duty."

"Shiiii-itai! Off duty?" The red head rolled the two words around his mouth, still at arm length away; he really didn’t feel the need to be in touching distance.

"Yes. Off duty. Not killing… unless it will hurt god? Do you think it might?" Farfello brushed a strand of white hair back and looked at the confused red head.

"But… you’re evil! You’re always killing!"

"I’m evil ‘on duty’."

"But…"

"I. Am. Off. Duty." Each word was punctuated by a small shuffle toward the attractive red head.

There was a long pause. "Then… what do you want?"

"To hurt god of course!"

Aya felt a cold sweat at the back of his neck.

"And… how pray tell does this involve me?"

A very decidedly evil smirk planted itself on Farfello’s face. Aya shivered and realised his only weapon was a straw.

"Well. Yaoi hurts god."

"Hn."

"And watching Yaoi hurts god."

"…"

"And thinking about two bishounen having rabid sex hurts god."

A small twitch erupted at the corners of Aya’s mouth.

"So, I decided that we can hurt god together!"

"…Why would you want to hurt god with me?" Aya instantly regretted his phrase of words.

"Because you’re the only other person here. That or I could go out there and kill some children, god loves little children and their blood makes him cry." All this came out in the sanest tone that a psychotic killer possesses.

Aya-kun’s eyes grew wide.

"So… either I help you," A small cough. "Hurt god, or you…"

"Mutilate, and more, then probably kill the little ones."

Purple eyes filled with defeat and Aya let his arms hang lose. Turning his head away. He could do nothing else.

A golden eye filled with… we’d rather not find out, and Farfello grinned. He forgot to mention he didn’t have any knives on him… well, he did but that’s a horror story your going to have to wait for. "Don’t worry! It’ll only hurt god!"

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Aya found himself sitting down with a thin wiry white haired Irish man leaning over him.

Scared lips pressed themselves against soft petals. It was like liquid nitrodrate verses icy fire. The cool flesh of the psychopath gently covering the soft flesh of the red head. It was a strange kiss. Not a hungry domination, not a tender moment, but a kiss of uncaring, a kiss of simple logic on one part and unfortunate circumstances on the other.

A tongue slipped out, opening soft walls and slid inside a slightly warm cavern beyond. The sensation was like that of polar bears rubbing coats. A scared hand held a soft neck while the other hand wandered lower, kneading the soft flesh between slim thighs until said flesh was not so soft. A soft gasp fell into cool lips as the logical assault continued.

This was not something at all that Aya had envisioned for the day, but, however twisted, it was undeniable it wasn’t such a bad thing.

Fingers moved softly against pants and soon, when Farfello finally moved his head back Aya was bitting one lip eyes fluttering. Farfello grinned maniacally, rubbing harder and watching as the teeth broke through the soft flesh, a some trickle of blood welling to the surface Farfello licked the blood off, savouring the coppery taste before continuing with his ministrations, going slightly faster against the now hard shaft.

Aya made the smallest of whimpering sounds head falling back onto the hand that supported his neck, soft pale flesh exposed to cool lips which bite gently into his neck, sucking before biting harder then sucking softer.

A breathy ‘Hn’ was emitted before the red head came softly, a spot of blood on his lower lip. Aya gasped in softly, after a few tense moments daring to open his eyes.

There was no one but him in the cinema. Blinking in confusion the red head stood, the only indication that the crazed Irishman had been there at all was the soft bite mark, now fading, on his neck and the little drops of blood on his lip… er, and his wet pants. Aya looked around, leaning against the seat infront of him for a bit of support when he’s knees felt weak. The red head didn’t chance staying for the rest of the movie.

There were something’s he didn’t want to know.

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A long haired red head peeked into a flower shop, frowning over a pair of shades. Catching sight of a familiar face the red head slandered over.

"Omi… are those flowers for me?" The smooth voice asked. Blue eyes grew wide and the small boy turned around. "Schu! What are you doing HERE?" the bishounen asked, completely off guard. "I’m here to pick someone up."

A blonde eyebrow rose but before the youngest member of Weiß could ask Aya appeared, glaring menacingly at the red head Schwarz. "What do you want?" He may not have actually recognised the German telepath.

"Farfie actually… Can we drag him off you for a few days? You may have given him a new excuse to hurt god immensely but he still has a day job."

To the German’s credit Aya’s skin colour turned the colour of his hair and the leader of Weiß went stiff as a board. Schuldich stopped himself from laughing only by sheer restraint and fear of Omi-like wrath.

What came next seemed, to all people, a strange psychotic attack. After all, it’s not every day you see a red haired florist draw out a katana and attack a random stranger… nor do you see a wickedly gleaming golden eye watching on proudly… echoes of a beauty singing out the sweetest song a crazed psychopath will ever hear…

"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIII-NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

~ End.

Sweet notes: Erm… happy Christmas Jess-chan…. Erm… *sweatdrops* I’m actually not very happy with how this turned out, but oh well. Sugar was too busy playing with the Christmas paper and jumping around randomly to be much of a help… though he did let me pet him… then he used those damn kawaii eyes on me and wouldn’t let me go for like, a minute. Damn those kawaii eyes…