Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Sharp ( Chapter 81 )

***Okay, only one really hot shower scene per year is allowed by Assassins Anonymous members. There isn't one here, since Red Queen has that particular honor this round in the Sous Chef. And if you haven't read Sous Chef, what the hell are you waiting for? ***

 

 

Aya stretched lazily, ignoring his protesting muscles. He smiled to himself, remembering how the shower that was supposed to relax him had gone. He was fairly certain that he and Yohji had had strained muscles that had previously been working fine.

 

He had been settling back into a light doze when his mind managed to catch up with his senses. He smelled something familiar. The pungent, coppery odor of blood. His eyes flew open and he looked frantically around for Yohji. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized Yohji was sleeping next to him, his head only partially visible under the covers.

 

Aya stopped breathing for a moment when he brought his right hand up to rub his eyes. He stared in horror at the rust color staining his fingertips and under his nails. His heart seemed to stutter in his chest when he ran his tongue experimentally over one canine and tasted blood.

 

He sat up and whipped the blankets from Yohji's sleeping form. Yohji made a noise of protest and pulled the covers back over him slightly, still leaving his entire back and part of his behind bare. Aya stared in mute horror at the deep, ragged claw marks down the other man's back. His eyes traveled reluctantly up to the obvious bite marks and bruising on Yohji's neck and shoulders. The weight of guilt nearly knocked him flat as the full impact hit him. It was Yohji's blood he tasted in his mouth. His mate's blood he found underneath his fingernails.

 

Yohji, who had been only half awake, came fully to consciousness at Aya's small noise of distress.

 

“S'matter?” he asked sleepily.

 

“Yohji, how do you feel?” Aya asked worriedly, still staring at the long tracks down Yohji's back.

 

A satisfied smile played across Yohji's lips. “Sore. And well fucked.”

 

 

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

A little something for the chibiness. And everyone else who has a thing for Yohji and Aya.

 

Thanks to everyone still reading and reviewing.