Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 19

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19



Aya’s eyes slid open. He remembered Yohji telling him that Ken was going to cover his shift so that he could sleep. Yohji had told the others that Aya had been hurt on the mission. It was as good of an explanation as any Aya could’ve come up with.

He’d even cooked some liver to get Aya’s iron levels up a bit. Aya had eaten quickly and then went back to sleep. Now his alarm clock said it was five in the afternoon.

He supposed he’d been lucky Yohji had come in and found him. If he hadn’t Aya knew he might’ve bled out because he was spending too much time trying to make it hurt.

The only thing he regretted was that Yohji hadn’t taken him up on his offer. He didn’t care that it hurt like hell, he wanted to give himself to Yohji to show him that he really did care. It was more than when he’d given himself to Kaito. He wanted Yohji to have everything he wanted. He would give him anything.

Aya didn’t bother putting a shirt on. He was exhausted and the summer heat was filling the apartment because they didn’t bother with air conditioning. He threw on a pair of jeans and made his way down the stairs.

Omi was the first one he ran into, while the boy was cooking in the kitchen. Omi’s eyes widened at the sight of the stitches on his arm.

“Does it hurt?” Omi asked. What a stupid question. Aya only grunted in response. That wasn’t worth a real answer.

“Are you hungry? I’m cooking steak. Yohji said red meat will help get your strength back. You should sit down.” Aya glared at him. He wasn’t an invalid. He was a little drowsy, but he wasn’t going to collapse.

Aya set the kettle to boil. He needed some tea.

“Kaito stopped by earlier. He said he had to desperately talk to you. I told him you were sleeping. He looked really freaked out,” Ken said as he entered the room.

“Did you tell him I was injured?” Aya asked. He hoped they hadn’t. Kaito didn’t need to know. The last thing he wanted was for that idiot to put two and two together.

“There was another gift left for you this morning,” Yohji said, startling him. Did they have some sort of radar that told them he was awake?

“What was it?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Abyssinian was written on the wall in blood, and there was a red haired doll crucified to the table on another spray painted cross. I don’t know how the hell they got in, either, because there were no signs of forced entry. Our alarm didn’t even go off,” how could Yohji sound so calm. Aya could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He wasn’t scared exactly, more worried.

If they would just show themselves then he could kill them and be done with it. But he didn’t know what to do when he was being hunted like he hunted the targets. What had he done to piss someone off that bad? Okay, stupid question. He knew he pissed people off to no end. He killed people and shut people down. There was plenty reasons to kill him. But why just him? He would’ve thought the messages would’ve been to Weiss, not just himself.

It didn’t matter. He was satisfied that they understood that he was the one they were looking for. They could kill him, but the others would be safe as long as he distanced himself from them. But that was going to be incredibly hard with Yohji following him around constantly.

What he wanted to know was why they hadn’t attacked him on the roof, or killed him while he slept.

Yohji was in front of him suddenly. He’d been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t been paying attention. Yohji’s lips fastened tightly to his own, his tongue pushing quickly into his mouth for a passionate kiss. Aya clung to him, giving his own energy into the kiss.

Yohji yanked him flush up against him. He could feel Yohji’s hardness, caught himself reaching for it. The boys were still in the room. Aya pulled away, blushing bright red. He’d forgotten himself the second Yohji had touched him.

He looked at Omi and Ken, who were blushing as dark as he was, and looking away.

Was now the time? He was pretty sure it was. He grabbed Yohji’s hand and pulled, dragging him all the way to his room.

“Aya?” Yohji sounded unsure of what to do.

“I need to be connected to you,” Aya explained. He knew he wasn’t using the exact words that he needed. He couldn’t really even explain it to his own mind.

“Are you feeling well enough to…I want to make love to you, Aya. Is that alright?” Yohji was drawing up against him again. Yohji linked their fingers and brought Aya’s hand toward his erection, letting him feel his need. Aya nodded, drawing away to start working on his pants.

“Aya, not so fast. We should take this slow,” Yohji pleaded. Aya shrugged, but continued to pull his pants down and off. He reached for Yohji’s clothes. They couldn’t exactly do it with their clothes on. Well, they sort of could, but it would be uncomfortable, to say the least.

“Why do you want to draw it out?” Aya asked, yanking Yohji’s zipper down.

“Because I love you and I want to show you that it can be good, that I can make you feel good,” Yohji looked sort of sad. Did he really not want him?

“This isn’t about me, its about you. You’ve slept with countless others in the past and you don’t know how to take your pleasure? I find that hard to believe,” Aya snorted, yanking Yohji’s pants down to his ankles.

Yohji stepped out of them, but caught Aya before he could turn around. Aya was confused as Yohji kissed him again. What the hell was he doing? Aya didn’t care, Yohji’s kisses always made him weak in the knees.

“You don’t have to do any work, Aya, let me do everything.” Yohji whispered against his lips before trailing his kisses down his neck to his chest, nipping at his collarbone before moving down further to his right nipple. Aya gasped as Yohji bit down lightly while using his hand to pinch the other. Why did that feel so good? Aya groaned, surrendering completely. Yohji could do whatever he wanted. This was about what Yohji wanted.

Aya’ s fingers tangled lightly in Yohji’s hair as the man kissed down his stomach. He nearly shouted when Yohji’s mouth wrapped around his shaft. No one had ever done that to him before! He paused, why did this seem so familiar?

He let that thought leave his mind as he looked down at Yohji. Yohji’s eyes were so beautiful as they looked at him. How could Yohji’s eyes look so passionate right now, why did he look like he was enjoying himself?

Aya’s pleasure was mounting, he gasped, trembling all over. Something was about to happen! Yohji drew back suddenly. Aya gasped at the loss, feeling like he’d been denied something.

“Can’t have you coming yet, Aya. Not until I’m inside you,” Yohji’s hands ran up his sides as he rose to his feet.

“I need you to get on your hands and knees on the bed.” Aya could feel his heart thudding in his chest, preparing for the pain as he did as he was told. He was actually afraid.

He could feel Yohji behind him, hear him opening a bottle. He didn’t want to look to see whatever it was.

Something nudged at his opening. He gasped. It definitely wasn’t Yohji’s member, it looked way to thick to be what was massaging him before sliding inside. It was wet and actually slid inside easy. That was strange.

Aya chanced a look back to see Yohji’s hand at his rear. He blushed hard and turned his head back. Why was he doing that? Another finger nudged at him. Aya’s eyes widened. That stung, but it didn’t really hurt. Another finger joined way too quickly. Aya hissed.

“Relax, Aya, and it won’t hurt. I have to stretch you or its going to hurt really bad. Okay?” Aya wanted to believe that as Yohji’s fingers slid in and out of him. Aya gasped as Yohji’s fingers suddenly struck something inside of him. What the hell was that!

“Like that?” Yohji asked, his voice sounding hoarse. Aya could tell he was just barely holding himself back. Aya grunted in response, unable to find words.

“Okay, baby. Relax, I’m about to enter you,” Aya tried to force himself to calm down, but the memory of the pain from last time had him stiffening up. What surprised him though, was that he was still hard.

Yohji flipped him over onto his back, leaning over him and pulling his legs around his waist. Yohji’s eyes were filled with so much love that Aya’s breath caught in his throat. Yohji’s member was pushing at him, definitely larger than the fingers. It hurt. His eyes misted with tears, but it didn’t hurt as bad as it had with Kaito. It was slick, helping the slow entrance.

“I love you so much,” Yohji whispered, staring into his eyes as he started moving, pulling out of him only to shove back in. Aya gasped as Yohji hit that spot again. Yohji hadn’t lied about it feeling good! So why hadn’t it felt good with Kaito? Aya didn’t want to think about that. Instead he focused on Yohji, almost shouting every time he hit that spot. Aya scratched his nails into Yohji’s sides before grabbing onto him, one hand on the back of his neck to pull him down for a passionate kiss, and the other to grab his waist to add his own thrusts to the rhythm. Damned if he was going to let Yohji do all the work.

“Damn, Aya!” Yohji gasped against his lips before Aya plundered his mouth again, whimpering with need. That pressure was mounting within him again, just like Yohji had said. Only this time it was bubbling over. Aya gasped as he came. It was a strange feeling, it left him gasping for his breath like he’d just run a marathon. He could feel Yohji doing the same thing inside of him, filling him with warmth.

“I love you,” Aya finally admitted, giving him a tired smile.

“Love you too, Aya,” Yohji collapsed down beside him, pulling in into his arms to cuddle. Aya smiled. It was an amazing start to his day. Who gave a damn if assassins wanted his head. He had Yohji in his arms. He’d felt Yohji’s need for him and he’d more than given in. He’d claimed Yohji as much as the man had claimed him.