Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 4

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

4


Yohji was careful as he helped Aya into the bed. Aya’s eyes were a bit unfocused. He hadn’t meant to get the redhead that drunk. Just drunk enough that he could tell Aya how he felt without getting punched in the face. That had been the real plan of everything. He’d dealt with his feelings as best as he could over the years, but it had become too much. He’d gone through a hundred bodies and it wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter if it was a male or female, he always pictured Aya, always hoped he could get drunk enough that he could think it was Aya. He paused, Aya looked like he’d finally passed out.

“You awake, Aya?” Yohji asked, those beautiful eyes slid open, looking up at him with confusion.

“Hn,” Aya answered. He could see the moment those eyes finally found their focus, actually looking right at him.

“I didn’t mean to get you this drunk. I didn’t expect you to grab the bottle.” He was just glad he’d managed to pull the bottle from Aya’s hands before the redhead had downed the whole thing. Yohji had finished off Aya’s bottle to at least make him think he had won. Of course he would never tell Aya that, or he’d end up with a few bruises for lying to him, plus it would wound Aya’s pride.

“I want to tell you something. Of course you won’t remember a damned thing tomorrow, not after how much you had. I love you. I‘ve loved you for so damned long.” Yohji leaned down and touched his lips to Aya’s. Aya opened to him easy enough.

Yohji didn’t waste any time, he slid down on top of Aya, pressing their bodies together as they kissed. Aya felt so good beneath him. Even though he had planned for a moment like this, he had never really believed it would happen, not until yesterday when he’d had Aya writhing in his lap. He’d wanted him so bad.

Aya growled into his mouth as Yohji ran one of his hands down his side before sliding between them to cup Aya’s erection through his pants.

Yohji carefully slid Aya’s zipper down while he moved his kisses downward. Aya was gasping as he kissed down his neck. He wanted to suck up a mark there, but that would be a really stupid mistake. He knew he was taking advantage, but he knew Aya wasn’t going to remember that he’d wanted this. If Aya woke up with marks on his body he’d suspect the worst and think that Yohji had practically raped him, when really Aya was urging him on.

No, he wasn’t going to leave a trace behind. He just wanted a taste, he wasn’t even going to let Aya reciprocate. No, this was about showing Aya how much he appreciated him, how much he wanted and needed him.

Aya’s hands threaded in his hair as he moved his kisses down his chest. He was going to have to be as quick as possible. Omi and Ken had been gone a long time now, they could be, no, they would be, home any time now.

Yohji wanted to taste Aya’s entire body, but instead he trailed his kisses down to Aya’s open zipper, pulling it wider and sliding the jeans down Aya’s hips a bit before taking him in his mouth. It was hard, because he couldn’t even take a good grip of his hips without leaving a mark, so he had to try to keep a steady rhythm while Aya bucked and cried out beneath him.

He looked up as Aya moved. The redhead was up on his elbows, watching him curiously. Yohji couldn’t even use his full talent on him though, not without leaving a mark.

The only thing that could’ve made this perfect was if Aya were sober and he could do things properly. Of course that would never happen, so he had to take what he could get.

He didn’t know what he was going to do when Aya decided he’d had enough drinking games. He’d be surprised if Aya let him get that rematch tomorrow. This was probably the last time he’d be able to lay his hands on the redhead without it being to patch a wound after a mission.

No, Aya would never really be his. The real question was how was he going to go back to the way things were? Could he really hold another in his arms after he’d held Aya? He really doubted it. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t make love to Aya. Hell, he wouldn’t even be able to come until he was in his own room. He just needed to burn this moment into his memory.

Aya was still watching him, those beautiful eyes locked on his with every breath. Part of him wished that Aya would remember this, but the other part of him knew exactly how Aya would react if he remembered. It would be fine if Aya would kill him over it. No, instead Aya would avoid him, maybe even leave the team just to get away from him.

Yohji wouldn’t be able to stand it if Aya was repulsed by him. Aya gasped and came. Yohji took in every drop. Even if it were just for a little while, Aya was a part of his body.

“You okay, Aya?” Yohji asked. Aya nodded, and the second Aya did his eyes slid out of focus again.

“What do you wear to sleep, Aya?” Yohji asked. The redhead pointed to the dresser like that would explain everything.

Yohji shrugged and climbed off the bed.

“Which drawer?”

“Top,” Aya said. Yohji could hear him rustling around as he opened the top drawer and grabbed a pair of blue silk Pjs.

Yohji turned just in time to miss the blade of Aya’s sword as it was swung clumsily at him.

“What the hell!” Yohji shouted, backing up fast. Aya fell out of the bed in a heap on the floor…and landed partially on the blade. Just hard enough to leave a shallow cut in a diagonal line across his chest. Shit! So much for no marks!

Yohji ran to him, kicking the sword a safe distance away.

“You’re just like…” Aya managed before he passed out. Shit! That was the last thing he’d wanted to hear! He wasn’t using Aya! Not like that bitch! No, he wanted to stay by Aya’s side forever! But he knew he couldn’t.

Yohji shook his head, feeling the tears sting at the edges of his eyes as he carefully undressed him. He didn’t waste any time, he just got him into his night clothes and put him to bed, covering him in the sheets.