Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Chapter 12

 

 

Yohji wasn't impressed with the situation right now. Sure, it was funny as hell to watch Aya give Kaito all the painful jobs without showing him the easy way to do it without hurting yourself. Hell, he'd even had Kaito hang a banner up that advertised their abundance of roses, then Aya had `accidentally' bumped into the stool and had knocked him flat on his ass.

 

Right now though all Yohji could think of was how he'd been able to hold Aya last night. How they'd slept side by side and how Aya seemed comforted by his presence. It made him need Aya right now. Even just a glance that wasn't filled with anger. He wanted Aya in his arms again. It wasn't about sex, it was about the love he'd hidden for so long.

 

Of course if he came out and said he loved him Aya would run for the hills like he had when he'd woken up. Not even on missions had he seen Aya run that fast. When he'd come into the bathroom to talk he'd been almost ready to tell the man how he felt, but then he'd thought about how Aya would react and had kept his mouth shut.

 

Aya thought he was trying to use him. Even with Asuka Yohji hadn't felt like this. He hadn't felt this desperate need. However, he had to admit that he liked the fact that Kaito thought he and Aya were together.

 

But it didn't change the fact that Aya was treating him like the enemy. Yohji would have to settle for touches that could be seen as accidental by Aya. Like touching his hand while handing him the roses that Kaito had de-thorned. He'd done a good job, even though he had cuts all over his hands. Yohji had been hoping that Kaito would mangle them and piss Aya off.

 

“Go and weed the flowers out front. It looks bad if we have weeds infront of the shop.”

 

“Come on! Isn't there any real jobs to do?” Kaito whined. Now Aya looked ready to murder him. Yohji had to fight off a smirk

 

Kaito had no idea how close he was to Aya's danger zone. He'd be surprised if Aya didn't grab the broom and beat him near to death with the wooden handle.

 

“If you can't do the job then get out. I have no use for someone who is afraid of a little hard work.” Aya snarled. Yohji backed up a little, making sure he was out of range from Aya's anger.

 

Kaito swallowed hard, looking like he was finally realizing that Aya was dangerous. The man nodded and walked out of the shop and started to weed the garden with his bare hands. They had a contraption for that sort of thing, but Aya wasn't offering him so much as gloves to keep his hands safe. Aya was enjoying making the man torture himself. Yohji stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Manx pass by, nodding at them. There was going to be a mission tonight. Damn. He'd been hoping they could drink together tonight.

 

He could still remember the taste of Aya's flesh under his lips. He'd thought it would get Aya out of his system a bit. Instead it left him craving more every time he looked at the man. He could remember Aya's glazed over eyes, his flushed face, his panting breaths.

 

He looked over every inch of the man, loving the way Aya's jeans hugged against his body, the way his shirt moulded to the muscles of his chest. Not even the green apron could hide how beautiful his body was. And then there was his face. He was perfect in every sense of the word. His skin looked so soft, his eyes so dangerous despite the beauty of them.

 

“Stop staring at me!” Aya hissed at him. Yohji just grinned at him and continued to stare. He couldn't help it, really. Maybe if Aya was in that godawful orange sweater he might be able to look away.

 

“I just saw Manx,” Yohji said very quietly. Aya just nodded, looking back out the window at Kaito.

 

“What are you thinking?” Yohji came toward him and risked himself by sliding his hands over Aya's shoulders and starting to massage. Aya didn't move to stop him. In fact, he leaned slightly into the touch. Aya's muscles were taut. Yohji had never given a massage to someone wound as tight as Aya, but he'd even made hugely muscular men purr at his touch before, so he utilized his talents on Aya.

 

“you need to relax a bit.” Yohji wanted to lean in and kiss the bare skin at the hollow of Aya's neck. He wanted to run his lips along that long slender neck, reach over and start sliding his hands beneath Aya's shirt and make him moan.

 

It was a suicidal idea, really. He smiled when Aya started to relax under his touch. Out the window he could see Kaito staring at him with rage. It was ironic, really. He wanted what Kaito had and Kaito wanted what he thought he had. Maybe if that stupid bastard hadn't been a dick he would still have Aya in his arms. Yohji hated that idea. As much as he didn't want to see Aya in pain he didn't want Aya with someone else!

 

“What are we going to do with pep-squad out there? He can't see us leaving in mission gear,” Aya stiffened up again and drew away from him. It was okay, though. Aya hadn't acted like he'd burned him this time. Maybe he was making a bit of progress. He could only hope that was the case.

 

“Is it wrong to want to kill someone for wronging you? Is it wrong to feel like it will give you the closure you need? Kritiker won't let me touch him, though,”
Aya sounded defeated as he pressed his hand to the window where he could see Kaito working.

 

“Its not right for someone to use you and then throw you away. Its harder than anything to try to let something like that go. What he did was awful and there's no way he deserves your forgiveness, but to kill someone for wronging us is…he's not worth it, Aya.” God, what Yohji wouldn't do to be able to pull Aya in his arms like he had yesterday.

 

“Do you still have feelings for him?” Yohji hated to ask, but usually it took some sort of love to create such hate in a person.

 

“Only the feeling of betrayal. Just the feeling of that rage all over again,” Aya said very quietly.

 

“I'll stand by your side no matter what you decide to do, Aya. Even if you decide to kill him, I'll back you up on whatever excuse you want to give to Kritiker.”

 

“Why would you do something like that?” Aya looked suspicious, like he thought Yohji was going to suddenly betray him worse than Kaito ever had.

 

“Because whether you like to admit it or not, we're pretty close to being family. Our team is pretty closely knit, you know?”

 

Aya shrugged, obviously unsure of how to answer that question.

 

“I can help you set the bastard up so that Kritiker will want him dead.” Yohji grinned, he liked the idea and he knew it would work.

 

“What do you have in mind?” Aya's focus was suddenly completely on him.

 

“Let him see you covered in blood after a mission. To keep Weiss in the shadows you'll get to kill him,” Yohji looked at the man outside, seeing the jealousy and rage on the man's face. Kaito was going to be trouble if they didn't get rid of him.

 

“I'll see what I can arrange,” Aya agreed, offering him a small smile.