Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 50

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50


Aya looked around. He was back home. He would’ve guessed it was a dream except that the pain in his ribs was very real.

He carefully sat up. How the hell did I get out of there alive? Aya couldn’t wrap his head around it. Denjiro had the upper hand, he’d had Aya up off the ground by the neck. Aya had been seeing spots, so how did he manage to escape?
Better yet, how the hell did he end up back at home and not bleeding to death on the floor. Somewhere in his subconscious he’d known he was going to bleed out and die there. He had no idea why he’d let himself go. Maybe it was to keep the memory of what Denjiro had done to him from haunting him. You couldn’t be tormented if you were dead. Or at least Aya hoped not.

He looked at his arms. There was no blood there, just a few bandages. His chest was bandaged tightly to keep him from hurting himself any further.

Aya looked over and noticed Yohji sleeping sitting up against the wall. Yohji was shaking horribly. Aya had come to recognize the symptoms of Yohji’s withdrawal enough to know that Yohji was still clean.

He smiled as he slid out of the bed and carefully walked over and knelt in front of him. This was real. Right now he didn’t give a shit if Denjiro was alive or if he’d managed to kill him. Right now he just needed Yohji here with him.

He reached out and ran a hand through Yohji’s hair, chuckling when Yohji murmured something and turned his head to the side.

Aya slid his arms around Yohji and pulled the man up against his chest. It hurt like hell, making him gasp, but he didn’t let go.

“Wake up, Yohji,” Aya said very quietly. He didn’t want to startle the man, especially when his symptoms would make him jumpy as it was.

“You have to quit leaving me, Aya,” Yohji’s voice was groggy, making Aya wonder if he was still sleeping. Yohji’s arms slid around him a little too tightly.

“I’m sorry.” Aya really was. He seemed to be making a record out of how many times he could screw up and hurt Yohji. Sure, he’d been hurt, too, but his pain was penance for all the harm he had caused. Yohji was different. Sure, he’d killed too, but Yohji had been hurting all along. He’d never gotten over his pain from that Neu bitch. He’d been losing himself in alcohol and women. Then Aya had come along and had broken him out of that trend.

Every decision afterward that Aya had made seemed to end up hurting Yohji and the others around him. He felt like a disease.

“Not your fault, baby,” Yohji tilted his head back and kissed him chastely on the lips.

“I should be the one apologizing. We never should’ve…I shouldn’t have freaked out and made you leave. How can I claim to love you when I just kicked you to the curb the second you started behaving wrong. I should’ve seen the signs. I should’ve seen the desperation in your eyes!” Aya kissed the top of Yohji’s head when the man started to cry into his shoulder.

“My desperation could’ve gotten any one of you killed. We both know that. What if Schwarz attacked while I was…visiting? Or…”

“Let’s just say we both fucked up and leave it at that?” Yohji rubbed the tears out of those beautiful jade green eyes that Aya had imagined over and over.


“Oh! Shit! Your ribs!” Yohji practically lunged out of his arms.

“I’m fine,” Aya assured. He reached out and grabbed Yohji’s arm, pulling him back over.

“Aya, you should go back to bed. You’re going to end up getting hurt.” Aya shook his head. Like hell. He wasn’t going to just lay around in bed all day. At least not alone.

“Don’t be a stubborn ass!” Yohji grabbed him, lifting him up easily. Aya was surprised how quickly he’d done it without dropping him.

Aya didn’t fight as Yohji lay him back down in the bed. But when Yohji moved to pull the blankets over him Aya grabbed his arm tight and yanked so hard Yohji fell on him. He winced at the pain in his chest. Regardless, he’d gotten his point across.

Yohji slid off him and settled in on the bed next to him, pulling the blankets up to cover them both to the waist.

“I missed you so much,” Yohji whispered, kissing his neck. Aya tilted his head back to give him better access.

“Hn,” he’d missed Yohji so much it had hurt. He’d missed Yohji’s gentle touches, the sound of his voice, the loving expression in his beautiful eyes. It seemed like it had been eons since he’d been in Yohji’s arms. Everything good had been wiped away with Denjiro’s touch. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t always pretend it was Yohji that touched him. But damned if he hadn’t tried.

Aya slid his hand down Yohji’s chest, trying to reassure himself that it really was Yohji in his arms. Aya slid his hand down the front of Yohji’s pants and palmed him.

“You’re injured,” Yohji protested as Aya slid on top of him. Aya leaned down and kissed Yohji full on the mouth. He would never be too injured for this!

“Is he dead?” Aya had to ask. He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle not knowing.

“Yeah, you stabbed him in the neck. He bled out,” Yohji’s words had a touch of a lie to them, Aya just had to figure out what it was.

Aya awkwardly, and with Yohji’s help, managed to get his pants off. He didn’t have a shirt on, probably because of the bandages.

Aya unzipped Yohji’s pants, which he noted were his leather mission pants, and freed Yohji’s member.

Aya only let Yohji prepare him briefly before he slid down onto him. Denjiro’s assaults had been so frequent that Aya was still a bit stretched already.

During none of Denjiro’s attacks had Aya felt like this, felt the pleasure throbbing through his body, begging for release.

“Careful, Aya, I’m…”

Aya didn’t need Yohji to finish that sentence. He was there, too. He rode Yohji harder, bringing them both to the brink. He came as he felt Yohji exploding inside of him.

“I missed you, even when you lie to me,” Aya chuckled.

“Lie?” Yohji looked confused. Aya chuckled and grabbed Yohji’s bandaged hands. Aya kissed Yohji’s fingers with a small smile.

“It wouldn’t be your wire that did this, would it? I mean if I killed Denjiro then you wouldn’t have fought anyone. I just…can’t believe that after all that, after I fought so hard he would’ve lived,” the very idea pissed Aya off. He sat up against the headboard. Yohji followed suit, cupping his cheek.

“He was dying. A few more seconds, maybe a minute, and he would’ve been dead. I just…couldn’t let him die without being able to…I had to kill him for you even though he was almost dead. I just couldn’t let him spend even one last breath without knowing that he was being punished.”

“Well, next time you decide to fight for my honour do us both a favour and kill them with your regular methods.”

Yohji didn’t even chuckle at that. Aya had been trying to lighten the mood, but he knew very well that he wasn’t good at it. Hell, if anyone was a mood killer it was him.

“Mission tonight?” Aya asked, snuggling in against Yohji’s shoulder. They seemed to fit perfectly together.

“No, and even if there was you wouldn’t be going in this shape. No, I figured we could watch a movie and just spend time together. We haven’t been doing much of that lately.”

“Yeah,” Aya liked the idea. While the idea of television wasn’t on his top ten, the idea of spending the day wrapped in Yohji’s arms while pretending to watch the movie was definitely appealing.

“I though I was dreaming,” Aya murmured to himself.

“What was that, baby?” Yohji kissed the top his head as Aya let himself sag into Yohji’s embrace.

“Nothing.”


Author’s notes: that is the end of the story!