Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 23

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

23


Aya felt so warm. His eyes slid open. He was in his room, and Yohji was holding him. He felt safe. Slowly he propped himself up on his elbow, wanting to see if Yohji was sleeping. The blonde smiled at him, looking exhausted.

“Thank you,” Aya said, offering him a small smile. He knew Yohji had been disgusted by him, and yet he had stayed.

“I love you, no matter what demons you’re fighting, Aya. Even if those demons become mine. You’re my demon,” Yohji’s hand was warm as it cupped his cheek.

“The worst part was that I didn’t want him to answer the question. I wanted to pull him apart piece by piece. And it wasn’t because of anything he’d done, it was because…just because I could. I held his life in my hands and I wanted to rip it out piece by piece.” It was hard to admit that out loud. It made him no better than the evil beasts that he killed.

“We all get urges, Aya. Yours might be a little more on the violent side, but that doesn’t make it any different than ours. I gave into my urges every night, drinking and screwing anything that would come home with me. I was so weak that I gave in every night. You’ve fought against this. You’ve kept your killings to missions. And when it came down to it you stopped hurting Kaito. It might’ve been for my sake, I don’t know, but the point is that you stopped.” Yohji was right, of course. Aya hadn’t thought of it that way, but it made sense. When you lived a life as intense as theirs it was hard to have moments of quiet, moments where you weren’t driven by the need to destroy.

“What’s Omi’s urge?” Yohji grinned and shook his head, looking like he thought Aya was completely clueless.

“Internet porn and his ability to hack into any computer system. And Ken? His urges all come from that soccer ball of his.” That made sense. He had caught Omi on porn sights a few times. Every time he would notice Omi would ‘eep’ and shut his laptop.

Aya looked down at Yohji, who was smiling lazily at him.

“Aya, I don’t think any less of you, you know that, right?” Aya nodded, even though he still felt ashamed. Leaning down he pressed his lips against Yohji’s, sliding his tongue along his lower lip in a plea for entrance.

Yohji groaned into his mouth as he opened to him. It was a beautiful sound, one that washed away all of Aya’s anxiety. He slid his body over onto Yohji, covering him while kissing him passionately. Yohji’s hands were roaming over his body. One hand was persistently moving through his hair while the other was stroking over his back. Aya was instantly hard. He briefly wondered how he had lived so long without Yohji there in his arms.

Aya moved his kisses downward, kissing hungrily down Yohji’s chest, his hands stroking over Yohji’s nipples while his lips moved lower. He needed Yohji now! He didn’t have time to waste on too much foreplay. Besides, he didn’t really know much about foreplay to begin with.

When he finally met his goat he swallowed it down in one quick movement that had Yohji shouting. He slid his mouth up and down the shaft a few times before drawing away. It wouldn’t do to have Yohji come yet.

Aya crawled back up Yohji’s body, straddling his hips. Yohji grinned, shoving his hips up against Aya to let him feel how hard he was. Aya groaned as he felt that length slide between the globes of his ass.

Aya sucked Yohji’s fingers into his mouth, wetting them. Yohji grunted in approval before sliding his fingers out of his mouth and moving them to his entrance. Aya was still tight to the intrusion. He wasn’t well versed in love making, so it still felt awkward.

The second finger made him feel full. The third had him hissing,

“You alright?” Yohji asked, running his free hand through his hair. Aya nodded. He was fine. It stung a bit, but it wasn’t unbearable. It wasn’t even a tenth of the pain that was ripping through his back right now as he let Yohji guide him down onto his member.

Aya gasped, throwing his head back as Yohji slid all the way inside,.

“Just relax,” Yohji whispered, drawing him down for a kiss. Aya kissed him hungrily, tasting every inch of his mouth. He paused when he shifted, feeling Yohji’s member move inside of him.

He might not be a pro in the bedroom, but he did understand the dynamics enough to rotate forward before slamming back down. Yohji hissed, his hands digging into Aya’s hips to keep him from riding him too hard.

“You’re going to rip your stitches,” Yohji reminded him. Like he needed to be reminded?

Aya let Yohji guide him, sliding him up and down. Yohji’s eyes were straining. He tilted Aya’s hips a bit before slamming in a bit harder. Aya cried out as Yohji hit his sweet spot.

“Gotcha,” Yohji smirked at him. Aya nodded in agreement, letting Yohji take over completely. He let Yohji guide his every movement. One day he would be good enough at this that he wouldn’t need Yohji to help him. But right now he was content.

He came hard, with Yohji right behind him. As Aya threw his head back he noticed something. There was a tiny red light.

Aya blushed bright red and yanked the blanket around his waist.

“What’s wrong, Aya?” Yohji asked, sitting up and kissing his temple.

“Someone’s watching us!”