Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 39

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39



Yohji watched Aya closely. It didn’t take a genius to realize Aya was thinking dark thoughts. Something definitely wasn’t right.

Ken and Omi didn’t seem to notice anything was off as they helped Aya train. It had been two weeks now. Aya was getting his speed and dexterity back. He looked a lot better.

Yohji himself was starting to look better now that he was eating properly and had cut out beer and drugs from his system. His eyes weren’t as sunken in and his skin wasn’t as sallow. But it was a long way before he would be himself again.

He still got violent shakes and couldn’t sleep properly. It didn’t seem to matter much though, as Aya wrapped his arms around him every time his body started going through the withdrawal symptoms again.

Right now he was watching Aya and Ken spar. Ken had thrown him a plastic sword, refusing to practice with the real thing. Ken had fake Bugnucks on as well. It wasn’t out of the ordinary that they trained together with fake weapons. Yohji was the only one that didn’t have a fake weapon. But he was always careful enough not to hurt the others.

He watched Aya shove the plastic sword against Ken’s neck. He was a split second off, though, as Ken’s claws touched his stomach before the sword even touched him.

Aya looked pissed off. They all knew not to take it personally. Aya was mad at himself for not being able to defeat them. Hell, he’d even missed blocking one of Omi’s plastic darts with the sword. It had struck him in the stomach.

On a normal basis there was no way Omi would’ve hit him. Hell, if Omi had ever hit him Yohji would’ve laughed his ass off. But right now it wasn’t funny. Especially not to Aya. If he laughed Aya would probably shove that plastic sword down his throat.

“Yohji?” Aya said questioningly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What?” Yohji said as innocently as possible. It was like Aya could see right through him.

“Fight me?” Aya sounded a bit self-conscious as he asked. Oh! Aya had thought Yohji wouldn’t want to train with him after having seen him lose to Ken.

“Anything you want, babe,” Yohji could see Aya’s eyes darken at the pet name. Aya detested pet names.

Yohji grinned from ear to ear as he stood in front of Aya, getting ready. He wasn’t going to be much help training Aya. He himself was out of practice.

“Kick his ass, Aya!” Ken cheered. Aya positioned the plastic sword like it was the real deal, taking a defensive stance.

“I intend to,” Aya answered a split second before launching at him. Yohji sidestepped, but Aya predicted his movements and swung the sword around in almost a figure eight and snapped it against his stomach.

“Again!” Aya ordered, sounding more like himself. Yohji was glad to see that determined look on his face, like their leader was back. No one would believe Aya was exhausted and weakened by the look on his face. He looked deadly.

“Nice to see that look on your face, baby.” Yohji grinned, lunging at Aya, letting his wires loose. Aya dodged the first attack, but the second one wrapped around his body, trapping his arms at his sides.

“Good to see you still know how to fight, Yohji,” Aya grinned. Yohji nodded, letting his wires loosen before pulling them back. The last thing he wanted was to really hurt Aya.

“Now with fists.” Aya tossed the sword aside and moved in quickly, striking him in the jaw hard enough to make him stagger backward. Aya kept coming, hit after hit until Yohji finally managed to grab one of his wrists and swing him around before stepping in front of him and flinging Aya over his shoulder.

Aya coughed from his place on the ground.

Yohji helped him up, wrapping his arms around Aya and kissing him on top of the head.

“I’m getting closer. I can feel it. I’m getting my strength back. Soon I’ll be able to do missions again!” Aya sounded so excited. It was strange to hear him like that. But Yohji wasn’t complaining. Aya was happy and that was all that he could ever wish for.

“I noticed. You’re getting your co-ordination back way faster than I could’ve expected.”

“And you’re getting your weight back. I’m so proud of you,” Aya leaned up and kissed him gently. It was almost too much. They hadn’t had much physical contact other than holding each other. The kiss almost had him completely undone.

Yohji deepened the kiss enthusiastically, drawing the air out of Aya’s lungs while tightening his arms around him.

Ken’s loud clearing of his throat made Aya leap out of his arms, blushing bright red.

“Hey, no one made you watch, Ken,” Yohji snickered. The boy blushed even brighter than Aya.

To hell with Ken. Yohji grabbed Aya around the waist and kissed him again. He needed that taste again. Aya gasped with surprise, but didn’t fight. Aya melted in his arms, kissing back just as vigorously. Yohji was hard as a rock. He pressed against Aya to let the other man feel his need. Aya’s hands tangled in his hair, trapping him in place so that he couldn’t pull back for air.

Like he really wanted to! He’d gladly pass out from asphyxiation if it meant he could kiss Aya longer. He’d been denied a good kiss from Aya for so long. I mean he’d deeply kissed Aya’s comatose form every day for three years. It wasn’t the same as having the real thing.

Aya was a damned good kisser. Licking and nibbling and pressing in painfully tight. Yohji could hear Ken and Omi leave the room, giving them privacy.

Yohji manoeuvred Aya toward the couch, laying him down without breaking the contact. It wasn’t going to be sex. Aya wasn’t ready for that yet, not after what had happened. But damned if Yohji could stop himself from pressing their bodies together and slipping his hand down the redhead’s pants to palm him.

Aya growled into his mouth, thrusting into his hand while the kiss intensified. Aya’s one hand stayed in his hair while the other one reciprocated by wrapping around Yohji’s shaft. Yohji had to force himself not to come on the spot. He wanted this to last a little while.

He wanted to take Aya in his mouth, but damned if he wanted Aya’s hand to leave him. Instead he kissed Aya senseless until he came. Aya was right behind him, crying out into his mouth.

Yohji rested his head against Aya’s shoulder.

“Goddamn I missed you,” Yohji panted.