Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Show Me! ( Chapter 28 )

You guys do realize that I can't write proper smut. Right? Not sure if this qualifies as hentai or not but I'm marking it as such so I don't get into trouble. I'm not sure where the line is on major and minor smut. It's better to be safe than sorry.

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Aya woke slowly and stretched. He heard music drifting in from the garden through the open window.

I've been burned, I've been hurt

I've been kicked to the curb, love's been more than a little hard on this boy.

If that look is for me, then I like what I see

Say you ain't just some dangerous toy.

 

He blinked and tried to remember when he had fallen asleep. Then he remembered where he had fallen asleep. Wrapped around Yohji. He looked around for his team mate, not finding him in the bed. He listened for a moment and heard the shower running. He had to get up and out of the room. Now. While Yohji was still otherwise occupied.

 

That was when he found he couldn't move. He shifted and felt something pull tight around his wrists. Looking up he noticed a flash of dull silver in the dim light of the room. His wrists were bound to the bedpost with duct tape. Damn it, he should have remembered that Star had tons of the stuff around her room. That scared him more than slightly. He tried to remember how the hell he had gotten in Yohji's room and bed. Better yet, how had he gotten duct taped to the bed?

 

He remembered coming into Yohji's room to just watch him while he slept. All he had wanted to do was watch him. That had been his original intention. But then he had wanted to touch him. He knew it was a cowardly act because Yohji was asleep but he had done it anyway. Considering Yohji slept like a rock it hadn't been too difficult to crawl into bed beside him. He had only been meant to stay for a few minutes. He guessed he'd fallen asleep. He vaguely remembered Yohji talking to him but didn't remember what had been said.

 

He heard the shower turn off and pulled harder on the bindings. They held fast. How much duct tape had he used? Aya thought. Before hearing the door to the bathroom open. He blinked in the sudden light flooding the room. Yohji stood framed in the doorway looking very much like a fallen angel. His hair was still damp from the shower and falling around his shoulders like a tarnished halo. He was wearing nothing but the pants.

 

“I see you're finally awake,” Yohji said, leaning one arm on the door frame. “I figured you'd wake up and try to bail. So, I took steps to prevent it.”

 

“This is not funny, Yohji,” Aya growled, pulling harder at the bindings.

 

“I didn't intend it to be,” he said, moving away from the door way and walking slowly toward the bed.

 

Aya was suddenly fascinated by the play of light over black leather and pale skin as Yohji walked toward him. Stalked would actually have been a more appropriate word. He walked around the bed several times as if to get the full effect of the scene before him. He leaned against the post at the foot of the bed and let his eyes travel slowly over Aya's bound form.

 

“Gorgeous.”

 

“Yohji, what . . .”

 

“Oh, I think you know what. And why,” Yohji said, catching the lacings on one side of the pants and pulling the knot loose. Then taking one finger and slowly tugging the lacing free of the eyelets. One by one.

 

Aya couldn't help but stare as bit by excruciatingly slow bit, Yohji's right hip came into view as the side of the pants was unlaced. He stopped pulling the lacings out at about mid hip, making Aya whimper in protest. But then Yohji started doing the same thing to the other side.

 

Aya couldn't seem to think straight. He was beginning to wonder if he was going to wake up from this incredible dream at any given moment and be frustrated beyond endurance. He closed his eyes and tried to get a grip on himself. His eyes flew open again as he felt the bed sink and felt Yohji's weight settle across the top of his thighs.

 

“Do I have your undivided attention, Ayan?” Yohji asked, running his hands down his own chest and sides to where the pants were unlaced.

 

Aya nodded. Completely floored by where he was certain this was going. It wasn't as though they hadn't been together before. But somehow it was different now.

 

“Good. Wouldn't want any misunderstandings this time.”

 

“It wasn't . . .” Aya began, but then stopped as Yohji leaned forward just letting the ends of his hair touch his stomach. “Kami!”

 

Yohji smirked. “Never been called a god before. And I haven't even gotten started yet,” he said and slid up Aya's stomach and chest, letting his hair trail along the other man's skin.

 

Aya shifted his hips, trying to get more intimate contact but Yohji was having none of it. He was tall enough that he could keep his hips away from Aya's while still torturing him with his hair. Aya's short fingernails dug into the bedpost and he bit into his bottom lip to keep from screaming. The combination of Yohji's breath just inches away from his skin and his soft hair was about to drive him completely out of his mind.

 

Yohji suddenly reached up and to the side of the bed. Aya blinked wondering what he was up to now through the haze of lust firmly settled in his mind. He snapped out of it slightly when Yohji ran what he had grabbed down Aya's nose. Feathers on a stick?

 

“Wha . . .”

 

Yohji smiled wickedly. “Cat toy,” he said, twirling the instrument for a moment before tracing Aya's face with it. “I thought it was oddly appropriate. I'll have to remember to thank Star later for having such a varied supply of interesting things to play with.” He proceeded to map every bit of exposed skin. Running the feathers along every muscle curve and sinew available to him.

 

Aya gasped and squirmed at the torture. He couldn't think properly due to the fact that the blood supply usually going to his brain had been diverted to other parts of his body.

 

“Yohji . . . please . . . need . . .”

 

“I know what you need, Aya.”

 

Yohji smiled and his fingers replaced the feathers. Running again along every line of Aya's chest and stomach.

 

“There's something I need first though.”

 

“W-what?”

 

“I need a few answers.”

 

“Hnn?” Aya tried to focus and found he couldn't do that very well with Yohji's fingers skimming along the flat planes of his chest. “What did you want to know?”

 

“For instance,” Yohji said, sliding down the length of Aya's body, “why were you,” he leaned forward and gave a light bite to the skin just below the naval, “in my bed?”

 

This nearly sent Aya off the bed as he arched into the sensation. If Yohji was trying to drive him crazy, he was doing a damn good job of it. Yohji licked the spot he had just bitten before starting a trail of bites and licks up Aya's stomach.

 

“Answer me,” Yohji said quietly.

 

Oh, Kami, preserve him! What had the question been?

 

“Wanted you,” Aya finally managed to gasp out as Yohji's hands ran up his sides to where his wrists were duct taped to the bedpost.

 

Yohji paused. “Is that the only reason?”

 

“Huh?” Aya said, blinking up at him slowly and trying to focus.

 

Yohji smiled a little sadly at him and sat back on his heels. “Never mind, Aya.”

 

“Much as I'm sure this would be entirely too entertaining to watch,” came Star's voice from the doorway. “Farf was looking for that cat toy and Gran wants everyone downstairs for a meeting ASAP.”

 

“We'll be there in a few minutes,” Yohji said, cutting Aya loose and swinging himself off of the bed.

 

“Sorry to interrupt,” Star said.

 

Yohji shrugged. “We're finished anyway.”

 

“Didn't look like it to me,” Star said walking over to the bed and picking up the cat toy still lying beside Aya. “Looked like you were just getting started.”

 

“Appearances are sometimes deceptive,” Yohji said, pulling on a fresh shirt.

 

Star shrugged and walked to the door. “I'll see you downstairs then.”

 

Yohji nodded. Refusing to look at Aya he said, “We'd better get going. You know how much Goddess hates to be kept waiting when it's something important.”

 

“Yohji, I don't understand. What . . .”

 

“I know you don't understand, Aya,” he said, feeling like his heart weighed a ton inside of his chest. “Maybe you're right. Maybe the other night was a mistake and we should just leave it at that,” he said as he was walking out the door.

 

Aya sat in the middle of the bed trying to sort out what had just happened. Clearly he had made a mistake where Yohji was concerned sometime in the last few minutes. But for the life of him, he couldn't tell what it had been. He listened for a moment to the song drifting in from the garden.

 

I've been up

I've been down

I've been lost

I've been found

If you think you can turn this heart around

Show me.

 

Aya got up and went downstairs. Not bothering to put on a shirt. Vowing in his head to corner Yohji and get whatever was wrong between them straightened out.

 

*****************************Author's Notes*****************************************

I told you I couldn't write smut.

Anyway, the song is Show Me by Van Zant.