Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 8

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8



Yohji was surprised, to say the least, when Aya didn’t hit him upon arriving back home. Aya didn’t seem to realize that he’d totally taken advantage of the situation. Half of his touching and kissing wasn’t necessary for the mission. He didn’t have to pull Aya into his lap or push up against him. But he wasn’t about to let Aya know that, the man would kill him!

Of course that didn’t stop Aya from taking his frustrations out on the target. Yohji had finished off his target long before Aya stopped beating the other guy’s head off the floor. Hell, Aya’s target had been long dead before Aya stopped. He had blood on his gloves and splattered on his face and clothes a bit. Yohji kept his mouth shut about it.

Aya was upset about the flowers still whether he wanted to admit it or not. The least Yohji could do was pretend like it hadn’t happened.

He nearly bumped into Aya as he was heading toward the stairs. Omi and Ken were watching TV and he so didn’t want to see them snuggle, it was too weird.

“Hey, Aya,” Yohji waited. Aya wanted something and damned if Yohji knew what it was.

“You were having fun,” Aya said very quietly, like he was afraid the boys would hear if he spoke up.

“Um, yeah,” Yohji admitted. He wasn’t going to lie to Aya, well, not about that anyway. Holding Aya in his arms had been amazing.

“Did I…never mind,” Aya turned on his heel to leave, but Yohji caught his wrist.

“Nope, you’re going to finish that question,” Yohji waited patiently for Aya to turn around.

“Did I screw things up?” Aya asked, his eyes sad as he waited for Yohji’s response.

“How could you have screwed things up? I’m not sure what you’re asking here,” Yohji had no idea where Aya was coming from.

“I’m not good at kissing, and I know I probably wasn’t believable in my performance. I just…I don’t know what to do. Missions like that aren’t easy for me. You had to do all the work because…”

“Aya, slow down,” Yohji held up a hand. This was the most words he’d gotten from Aya in a long time, and here he was cutting him off mid-sentence.

“You kiss just fine, and you were believable. You were the Uke and it was your job to let me lead, that’s why I chose Seme for this assignment. I knew you would be out of your element. Don’t beat yourself up about it. A guy with as much experience as do knows exactly how to deal with those missions. Just be glad that your qualifications are all honourable ones,” Yohji teased. That earned him a fraction of a smile.

“I’ll let you take the lead next time there’s a mission that has to do with sword fighting, kay?” Yohji clapped a hand on Aya’s shoulder. Okay, now Aya actually smiled before he caught himself and slammed back into his normal glare.

“What am I going to do with you, Aya?” Yohji grinned as he passed him. Aya, strangely enough, was following him. He just prayed that Aya was following him because his room was right nearby.

Aya’s hand snaked out and grabbed Yohji’s wrist when he tried to pass Aya’s room. What the hell did Aya want?

“I know they’re home, so I…” Aya opened his door and stepped inside, dragging Yohji behind him. Yohji’s eyes widened as he stared at the bottles of JD on Aya’s bedroom floor. So he didn’t forget!

“Perfect ending to a perfect day, Aya,” Yohji chuckled, taking a seat on the floor across from him. It was awkward. There wasn’t a table to drink at, and Aya hadn’t brought up any glasses, so it was going to be straight from the bottle this time.

“Perfect day?” Aya asked.

“I have to admit something to you, so don’t get all pissed off, kay? Promise?” Yohji could feel his heart hammering in his chest, feeling like it was going to smash through his ribs.

“I…its not about Aya-Chan, right?” Yohji had to laugh at that, he shook his head. Nope, it wasn’t about her.

“I promise,” Aya conceded.

“Kissing you was kind of nice,” Yohji knew it was a mistake the second he said it. Aya’s eyes darkened and not in a good way.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Yohji shook his head. Why did he have to go blurting things like that out? He knew he didn’t stand a chance with Aya, so why had he said it? Now things were going to be awkward between them.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I know I almost blew the mission,” Aya hissed, glaring at him.

“I’m sorry but its true. You’re a damned good kisser. Now you promised you wouldn’t get mad, so lets drink,” Yohji was surprised when Aya just shook his head. Aya wasn’t going to fly off the handle and deck him. Aya was looking at the bottle on the floor in front of him.

Yohji picked up his own bottle, feeling a bit of relief when he saw that Aya was doing the same. How could Aya think that he wasn’t a good kisser? He was amazing! Hell, everything Aya did was right on the mark save for the tensing of his muscles every now and then. His kiss had been everything Yohji had dreamed it would be. Those drunken kisses didn’t count, they were both sloppy because they were disoriented. No, these were Aya’s real kisses. They weren’t pro, like Aya had been around the block a thousand times over, but they were definitely good.

And then, the way Aya had been writhing in his lap, he’d almost come undone. He wanted to find that bitch and slap her for making Aya think he didn’t know what he was doing!

“Thank you for leading the mission,” Aya said very quietly, almost like he was afraid of Yohji hearing.

“No problem.” Yohji raised the bottle to his lips and took a deep drink.