Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 48

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48


Aya planted his foot on the wall and yanked as hard as he could on the chain. He’d been doing this constantly every time Denjiro left the room. It was finally starting to give, the hook on the wall was starting to come loose.

With one more hard jerk it came free, sending Aya sprawling out onto the floor. Aya sprinted toward the man tied to the chair and used the razor in his back pocked to cut his ropes.

“Run and don’t look back,” Aya whispered before lunging to the phone. He quickly dialled Yohji’s cell phone. He explained everything he could see before he felt a menacing presence behind him.

He swung the phone at Denjiro, trying to catch him around the neck with the cord.

The man backhanded him so hard Aya saw stars as he hit the floor. Aya didn’t have time to dodge as the man stomped on his chest. Aya could feel one of his ribs snapping, puncturing his lung. He coughed blood, turning onto his side.

Aya rolled to his feet, prepared to fight to the death. He lunged for Denjiro, startling the man as he wrapped his legs around his weight.

“I knew you’d come around, baby,” Denjiro chuckled, inhaling his scent. Aya positioned the razor between his teeth and slashed it into Denjiro’s neck. It wasn’t enough. The man was bleeding profusely, but he wasn’t staggering in the least.

The man lunged for him. Aya just barely was able to dodge, running so that the man couldn’t grab him from behind. The man whipped a dagger at him, penetrating his shoulder. Another dagger drove into his thigh. There was blood everywhere in the room, splashing the counter and floors, dripping down the walls as Aya fought shot by shot with Denjiro.

It was hard, to say the least, when Denjiro’s fist was twice the size of his own. He needed Yohji here to help him.

He’d already used his trump card. There was no way he’d get to Denjiro with the razor again. Aya pulled it out of his mouth and whipped it at him, it just bounced off.

Aya ripped one of the daggers out of his arm and threw it back at him, catching him in the forearm.

The place was starting to look like a war zone with all the blood splashing everything.

Denjiro caught him by the throat and lifted him right up off the floor. Aya kicked wildly. Struggling against the hand that grabbed him was useless. The only way to get down was to kick himself free. Aya pulled the other razor out of his back pocked and slashed down Denjiro’s arm.

“You little shit! I’m going to break every bone in that sexy body of yours. Then we’ll see how much of an obedient little pet you become!” Denjiro screamed, slamming Aya’s head against the wall over and over.

Aya finally managed to kick him hard in the stomach. Denjiro released him. Aya coughed hard from his position on the floor. He was dizzy, it was getting hard to pull his legs under him.

Denjiro took the opportunity to kick Aya in the stomach.

Aya flopped onto his back, the agony of another broken bone made him lay still, panting for his breath.

“That’s it, baby, just calm the hell down,” Denjiro climbed onto Aya’s body, straddling him while he reached down to palm Aya through his pants.

“I love it when you struggle. When you get that look in your eyes that could make even the largest man run away with his tail between his legs. That glare is just so freaking sexy,” Aya gasped as Denjiro kissed him full on the mouth.

Aya slid his arm between them and used Denjiro’s own weight to roll them so that he was on top. Aya jammed his thumbs into the man’s eyes.

Denjiro screamed and let him go altogether. Aya ran for the kitchen drawers, rifling through them until he found a steak knife. He drove it into Denjiro’s throat.

Aya collapsed. His body couldn’t take much more, especially when he was losing so much blood.

He closed his eyes, letting his body rest for a bit. He just had to shut down like an overheated computer.

He hurt all over. He knew he had to do something about the punctured lung, but he couldn’t seem to make himself move.

He heard the door open, but couldn’t bother to open his eyes. He could feel hands on his face, checking him over. He could feel fingers checking his neck for a pulse.

It didn’t matter. If Denjiro had survived and was checking his vitals there was nothing he could do about it. His body wouldn’t obey him. Denjiro was going to rip him apart. He didn’t care. He just needed to sleep it off.

There were arms around him, lifting him up. This must be a dream, because he could swear he could smell Yohji’s comforting scent. Could hear Yohji’s voice whispering to him that he was going to be alright.

What a lie that was. Aya wasn’t that stupid. He was going to die. He’d lost too much blood and his lung had been punctured for what seemed like hours.

He would take this dream over the reality any day. He inhaled deeply, wanting nothing more than to wake up and look into those beautiful jade eyes.

It was hopeless. If he woke up he’d be in Denjiro’s arms.

Omi’s voice was there, and Ken’s. This really was a dream. He had no doubt about it. But why did it feel so good when Yohji kissed his forehead.