Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 15 ( Chapter 15 )

Chapter 15

 

 

Aya heaved a sigh as he walked hand in hand with Yohji back toward the flower shop. Kaito was still following them! He had half a mind to kill the man, but there was a real part of him that still cared about Kaito. It wasn't love, but he had saved Yohji's life, so Aya cared.

 

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Yohji asked, giving his hand a slight squeeze.

 

“You know I did. Well, except when the waitress told us to knock it off, then I was a little perturbed and a bit embarrassed. I've only been told to not fight in an establishment, not for…?” Aya didn't finish that sentence. Yohji knew what he was talking about, so he didn't have to say out loud that they'd been making out at the table. He'd been reluctant to pull away, but he had no desire to be kicked out.

 

“Is that pest going to follow us all the way there?” Yohji asked with a snicker. What did Kaito think, that Yohji was going to leave Aya at the door to go and do his own thing? Did he think Aya was going to wait for him and go on a date with him next? Like hell!

 

Aya slammed the door in his face and spun around, ducking and sweeping his leg out the second he felt Yohji coming up behind him. Did the blonde think he could attack him? Really?

 

“Ow, what the hell did I do to deserve that?” Yohji asked from his position on the ground.

 

“You tried to attack me! Did you think I wouldn't notice? Using Kaito as a diversion? What the hell were you thinking?” Aya snarled. He didn't like being made a fool of. He had no idea what he'd done to piss Yohji off, but he didn't let his guard down that easily!

 

“I was going to kiss you, you stubborn ass!” Yohji shouted, climbing to his feet.

 

“Oh, I…You could've said something!” Aya snapped.

 

“Yeah, that's real romantic. Hey, Aya, I'm going to kiss you, kay? Wow, and to think I never used that line on anyone. Gee, I wonder why!” Yohji chuckled as he came toward him. Aya frowned, watching Yohji's movements carefully.

 

“Loosen up a bit, Aya. I'm not going to bite, well, okay, I might, but you'll like it,” Yohji winked at him. Aya fought off a blush, trying to relax his muscles to no avail.

 

“You're going to have an aneurism one of these days,” Yohji's hand came up to touch his face. How the hell had Yohji expected him to relax when he was coming into his personal space. He'd only let Kaito kiss him before, and it hadn't been nearly as good as Yohji's kiss, and on top of that Kaito had left him the next morning.

 

“Close your eyes, Aya,” Yohji whispered as he brushed their lips together. Aya didn't want to. But as Yohji pressed their lips together more firmly Aya couldn't really see much other than Yohji's eyelids. He gave in, opening to Yohji. Yohji's kiss was expert as he seemed to taste Aya's entire mouth. Aya tangled his hands in Yohji's hair to pull him in tighter.

 

Aya gasped as Yohji wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in tight against his body. Yohji's lips left his to trail kisses down his jaw to his neck. It felt so good! Kaito had never done that. Kaito had kissed him a few times and then had gotten to business. It had hurt like hell, but Aya had given in because he'd loved Kaito.

 

Giving in to Yohji was different, because Aya had to learn to be gentle, had to let himself loosen up in Yohji's arms. It would've been easier if Yohji had just done it and been finished. That way Aya wouldn't have to loosen up only to get hurt.

 

“We should go upstairs,” Yohji whispered as he came back up to his ear. Aya shivered, but nodded. He definitely didn't want Omi or Ken to come in to see what was going on, especially because Yohji had yelled only moments earlier.

 

“I can carry you if you like,” Yohji teased. Aya punched him lightly in the shoulder before heading up to Yohji's room. They would do it there. That way it would be Yohji's sheets that would need washing, not his own. Blood was hard to get out of white sheets.

 

Aya wrinkled his nose at the dirty laundry on the floor.

 

“Pick that up!” Aya snapped, pointing to it.

 

“I'll do it after,” Yohji groaned.

 

“No, you'll do it now or I'm leaving.” Aya pinched the bridge of his nose as Yohji grumbled about it before starting to pick it up. I swear! He's such a child!

 

Yohji made fast work of the clothes, piling them in the corner. That was about as good as it was going to get without Yohji going to the laundry room.

 

Yohji came back toward him and guided Aya back to sit down on the bed. He could fell all his muscles tensing again.

 

“Aya, I'm not going to hurt you. Not unless you want me to, and even then only to a certain degree.” Aya snorted at that. What, were they going to kiss a few times and then walk away? Aya was pretty sure he knew what Yohji wanted from him, and it was going to hurt.

 

“Did Kaito hurt you? I don't mean emotionally, I mean…did he hurt you?” Aya's eyes widened at that.

 

“Define hurt, please,” Aya was confused as hell. If this wasn't leading to sex then what were they doing?

 

“Well, I guess the real question I should be asking is how much blood was there? Was there a spot or two, or more?” Aya looked away.

 

“Shit, Aya! I'm going to kill that little bastard!”

 

“Its fine, Yohji,” Aya caught him by the arm.

 

“It is not fucking fine, Aya! He practically raped you!” Aya clapped a hand over Yohji's mouth to keep him from shouting anymore.

 

“It was consensual. I just didn't expect it to hurt that much. He told me I'd enjoy it and I didn't. That's all there was to it. Don't read too much into it.” The mood was officially killed, as far as Aya was concerned.

 

“I don't care if it was consensual. There should never ever be more than a drop of blood, and usually not even that! It should sting a little bit, but then its supposed to feel good. Did any of it feel good?” Yohji yanked Aya into his arms, startling him.

 

“No,” Aya answered honestly. He carefully drew away from Yohji.

 

“I'm tired, I should go,” he smiled sadly. He didn't know what to do.

 

“I want you to sleep in here tonight. Can I hold you while you sleep?” Yohji sounded like he was going to cry.

 

“Only if you stop asking me questions that I don't want to answer.” Yohji drew away and nodded, his eyes misted over with tears. Was Yohji really that sensitive? Aya didn't know what to think of those tears.