Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 26

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26


Yohji wanted to smack Aya senseless. What was the man thinking? They could use all the help they could get!
Yohji had never met nor heard of the Crashers, but the man Aya had called Knight had seemed as strong and calculating as Aya himself, only a much more noble and caring version.

Now they were back to their usual four members plus a few Kritiker agents scoping around outside.

Aya had Omi scanning through high school databases, looking for a picture of the brat that had been listening in and watching them.

Aya was more than determined to find that kid and kill him. Yohji worried about when they found the kid. He didn’t think he could hold Aya’s hand while he cut pieces off a kid Omi’s age.

The phone ringing caught Yohji off guard. He made a dash for it, picking it up and hitting the talk button. Aya smirked at him, shaking his head.

“Hello?” There was a lot of static.

“Is this Yohji Kudou?” A young voice asked. Yohji wondered if this was the kid that had been watching them.

“Who’s asking?”

“You can call me Pawn. Is Ran listening in? I need to speak with you without him knowing!” The voice sounded sincere enough.

“No, you’re clear,” Yohji said very quietly.

“Knight and I are going to continue to monitor the situation. I mean I know Ran can get out of any trouble. But I just want to help, you know? And Knight won’t let me help without him, so we’ll help from the shadows. We‘ll watch him twenty four seven!”

“Sounds good,” Yohji was relieved. Aya had sent Knight off without so much as a thank you for caring. But Knight was still going to help, and he’d brought a friend with him.

“I’ll keep in touch.” Yohji turned the phone off.

“Who was that?” Aya asked, still staring at the computer as Omi went through pictures.

“Telemarketer. She sounded cute so I thought I’d humour her,” Yohji smiled at Aya’s exasperated look.

“Hey, I was just being friendly, it wasn’t like I was going to meet her or anything,” Yohji would much rather have this argument than let him know that he’d agreed to let the Crashers help.

“Slut.” Yohji did a double take at that one. Had Aya really just called him that?

“You’re in one hell of a mood today,” Yohji snorted. Aya had been on edge, insulting and generally being an asshole. Yohji wasn’t about to just sit there and take it, though. He wasn’t going to be Aya’s whipping boy. Omi was smart enough to make a hasty retreat once Aya had started glaring.

“I know you hate being stuck in the house, but deal with it. Or should I bring out the training wheels?” Aya looked ready to murder him. That was fine, though. He could hold his own in a fight. He just didn’t want to have to.

“You should’ve let him help. I can tell you two don’t exactly get along, but you need to suck it up, Princess!” Okay, now Aya was storming toward him.

He let Aya grab him by the front of his shirt and yank him closer.

“He…he always wanted more than I could give him!” Aya snarled in his face. Oh! Yohji hadn’t known that part. So Knight had been trying to seduce Aya? He could see why it hadn’t worked. The two of them were so alike in some ways, but so different in others.

Yohji grabbed Aya’s shoulders and shoved him backward so hard Aya hit the wall. Yohji followed suit, pressing his body up against Aya’s, nudging his knee between Aya’s thighs.

He watched the anger drain from Aya’s face, replaced by a desperate need. He crushed his mouth against Aya’s demanding entrance. Aya gave in easy enough, opening to him with a groan.

Yohji tangled his hands in Aya’s hair to hold him still while he explored his mouth. Aya’s hands were moving over his back. One hand dipped lower, sliding between them to cup Yohji’s erection. Damn, that felt good!

“Just think of this as a taste for later,” Yohji grinned, loving how Aya looked like he was ready to beg him to just do it now!

Yohji pulled away after giving Aya’s lower lip a tug with his teeth.

“Yohji!” Aya gasped, looking beautifully flushed. Yohji wanted to take him right there, but they were in the kitchen.

“I have to get back to work before Kencomes looking for me.” Yohji didn’t want to leave him behind, not when Aya was giving him that needy look. It was almost painful to walk away from.

Aya was slumped against the wall as he left, trying to catch his breath.

Yohji walked back into the flower shop, grinning at the over excited teenage girls that were squealing around the shop, trying to help with the work and giggling every time Yohji looked at them.

“When are Omi and Aya coming back to work?” One of the girls asked, pouting at him.

“Aya accidentally hurt himself on some broken glass, he’s going to be off for a while. And Omi is helping him right now, so he might not be back for a while, either.”

Yohji paused when he saw a strange car parked in front of the shop. A man with long purple hair winked at him suggestively and then drove off.

Damn! How long was that bastard there watching us?