Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A New Year's Eve Story: Life, the Universe and Everything........ ❯ The Story ( One-Shot )

Title: A New Year's Eve Story: Life, the Universe and Everything…

Anime: Weiss Kreuz

Pairing: YohjixAya

Warnings: NC17, lemon (sex) and swearing

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz and et. al. are trademarks of Takehito Koyasu and the Weiss project and not me. All lyrics used are also copyrighted to their respective owners. The only things that belong to me are the story idea and the present Yohji gives Aya ^_~

Author's note: To Shaeric Draconis, Cheshire, Miko No Hoshi, OpusAnna, la blue kitty and Amy the Yu…. minna thank you so much for reviewing `Lush'. I'm glad you liked it as I had a blast writing it. It's still my favorite fic out of all that I have written. Now I have often said that I wont write a sequel to it as IMHO that its stands fine alone. I however didn't say anything about not writing a single, vaguely PWP-ish, slightly fluffy follow up ^_~. I got inspired during my New Year's Eve dinner.

This is new years gift for Lady Gackt and her wonderful YohjixAya site, if you want to archive it you'll have to ask her….

Knowledge of my previous fic `Lush' is not required…..so read on, please review and I hope you like it…

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There was something wrong with this picture.

More accurately, there was something wrong with this reflection.

At first glance, you would have been hard pressed to find something wrong. The glass reflected the image of tall, handsome man whose hair was the colour of finely aged Scotch with gold highlights running all the way through. He had on a pair of snug black leather pants criss-crossed with zippers that rode just above his hipbones paired with a clingy black shirt shot through with silver threads. The shirt was transparent; allowing alluring glimpses of perfectly tanned skin.

True, his looks were not that of a matinee idol but he had….something. It was this something that drew people to him; a personality that came through so strongly it almost made a mockery of his looks.

But on second glance, you would have noticed the slight pinch in his features, the downward slant of his mouth and the dark expression in his velvet green eyes.

`Yohji-kun?' Omi rapped lightly on his door breaking Yohji's reverie. After taking a minute to compose himself, he turned to open the door.

`Yes chibi?' he said leaning casually against the doorframe, hoping he sounded a bit more like himself.

`Just came to tell you that Ken and I are leaving.' Yohji gathered as much from the way Omi was dressed. Instead of his usual shorts and T-shirt, he had on a pair of tan slacks and a turquoise shirt. His honey gold hair framed his face like a halo and his startlingly blue eyes sparkled. Yohji felt a stab of jealousy at Ken. Not because he fancied the boy or anything, it was just the fact that Ken would be with his lover while he….

Yohji glanced at Aya's door. Yup, still shut tight.

Omi chewed his fingernail, hesitating a little before he spoke.

`Are you sure you're going to be ok by yourself Yohji-kun?' he placed his hand on the older man's wrist. Yohji's eyes blazed and he roughly pulled away.

`Of course I'll be,' he said his words harsher than he intended. He immediately relented when he saw the slightly hurt look in the younger Weiss's eyes.

`I'm sorry Omi,' his voice reflected his regret for snapping at him. `Look, the party's at nine…so I've gotta get going. I'll be fine, you just have fun with Ken ok?' he interjected a teasing note into his tone as he ruffled the thick strands of Omi's gold blonde hair.

`Yohji-kun, you know I hate that,' Omi smiled to show all was forgiven. Standing on his tiptoes, he planted a kiss on the taller man's cheek.

`Happy New Year in advance Yohji-kun, from me and Ken.' In return Yohji gave him a quick hug.

`Thanks bishounen, same to you.' After Omi left, Yohji slowly closed the door before turning to rummage in his sock drawer for a pair of dark dress socks.

`Some New Year,' he thought, `with me mad at Aya and Aya….. well I don't know what the fuck's his problem.'

Everything had been normal up till yesterday morning. It was amazing what a difference twenty-four hours makes…

//Yesterday morning//

As his hands were full, Yohji kicked at his door causing it to open with a loud bang. A jolt of pleasure coursed through him as he caught sight of Aya, reading quietly in his bed. They had been together for about six months now and Aya had all but moved in to the older assassin's bedroom. Yohji took that as a good sign.

Aya was resting against the headboard; an opened book on his lap and his wire framed reading glasses perched on the slender bridge of his nose. He was dressed in one of Yohji's old shirts that had once been green but was now pearl gray due to frequent washings. Aya had found it at the back of the blonde's closet during one of his spring cleaning fits, which struck him every time Yohji's messiness became to much for him.

Yohji had originally wanted to throw it away but didn't when Aya shot him a `shin-ne' glare. On the redhead, the shirt reached mid-thigh and the sleeves covered his hands. The cuffs and collar were threadbare and it was missing several buttons. But Aya loved it, treasured it, because no matter how many times he washed it…it still smelt like Yohji. A seductive combination of musk, faded cologne and soap that never failed to give him a heady rush.

Not that he would ever tell him that.

`Good morning my love,' he leaned over to kiss his partner as he placed the coffee mugs he had been carrying on the bedside table. `Coffee?'

`Thanks Yohji,' Aya returned the kiss before removing his glasses and reaching for the nearest cup. His hand trailed up to tug at his long, gold earring only to remember it wasn't there. Yohji had noticed it was missing a few days before, but when asked Aya didn't answer. It made him think that it might have fallen off during one of their rougher bouts of sex and Aya was just too proud to look for it.

`Happy New Year's eve, eve,' Yohji teasingly planted a soft kiss on Aya's temple causing him to shoot the blonde a dry look. But he immediately became pensive at the assassin's next words.

`Aren't you looking forward to tomorrow's party? Because I know I am,' Yohji grinned. Aya bit his lip at the mention of the New Year's Eve party, which was being thrown by an old friend of Yohji's who had just come back from the States.

`Yohji… about this party,' Aya began but Yohji cut him off oblivious to his boyfriend's shift of mood.

`Its going to be a blast. I haven't seen Steve ages but he used to pull the wildest shit in high school…'

`I can't go,' Aya said softly.

The room instantly became deathly silent. Aya raised his head and found Yohji staring straight at him.

`My hearing must be going Aya, I could have just sworn you said you weren't going,' Yohji's tone was light but the joviality sounded strained.

`I cant Yohji, I've got something I need to do,' Aya tried to explain but Yohji was having none of it as he jumped off the bed.

`Why can't you go Aya? Your sister's fine…I know there's no mission. What is it that's so important that it would make you miss this?' Yohji was pacing back and forth now with his arms crossed, his mouth a thin line, a sure sign he was angry. `I guess it was just too much to expect that you would do something I wanted for once, right?'

The last statement raised Aya's ire. `You don't own me Yohji,' he snapped, the loving Aya gone replaced by Abyssinian, Weiss's leader who was all stern threats and iciness. But it didn't affect Yohji like it used to.

`I thought we were past this,' he said angrily. Aya shot him a glare that was full of daggers before shrugging off the duvet.

`Don't you dare walk away from me Aya,' Yohji all but yelled. However all he got in return was the sound of the door slamming shut.

//Present Day//

Yohji sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. Its not that they didn't have fights, but this one was particularly bad.

Looking back, he knew he could have handled it better, but it seemed that whenever it came to Aya his usual common sense took a flying leap out the proverbial window. Despite the depth of his feelings for the man, Yohji was tired of backing down whenever they argued. Tonight he was adamant that he was going fun, with or without the redhead.

Grabbing the keys to his Seven off his nightstand, he was just making his way down the stairs when Aya came out of his room. Aya caught sight of the blonde and froze the tension between them immediate.

`I thought you had left,' Aya flinched inwardly at how accusing his words sounded. `I mean have a good time,' he feigned nonchalance which made Yohji grasp his keys so hard that he could feel the ridges through his thick gloves.

`I will,' he said stiffly and left without a backward glance.

*

An hour later, Yohji was definitely not having any fun although Steve had clearly knocked himself out organizing this shindig. Assorted silly ornaments dangling from every corner plus the liberal use of twinkling fairy lights all came together to give the party a distinctly cheerful feel. There was plenty of good food; lots of pretty girls and an almost endless supply of alcohol… Yohji's favourite combination. But the only thing on his mind was Aya.

`You looked like someone just kidnapped your kitten Yohji,' a beautiful woman dressed in a blue slip of a dress came and sat down next to him. Yohji mustered up a rueful smile as he lighted up a fresh cigarette, his third of the evening so far.

`Something like that Asha.' Asha was Steve's wife and an ex-girlfriend of his. Steve himself was holding court in the center of the room, regaling the crowd with his latest joke.

`I take it from that remark that the great Yohji Kudou isn't here alone by choice,' she flicked her choppy black fringe back with a flick of her wrist. `Who is she?'

`He is a colleague,' Yohji glanced at her out of the corner of his eye but her expression didn't change. `We had a pretty bad fight. He didn't want to come to this party and I blew up at him.'

Asha blinked a little at him…and then she laughed.

`What's so fucking funny Asha,' Yohji said curtly. She immediately stopped.

`I'm sorry Yohji, I know to you its no laughing matter but,' she casually brushed a bleach blonde bang off his forehead, `you must really love him, if something like that gets you this upset.'

As the her words started to sink in, Yohji felt a flush reach the tips of his ears and his fag almost fell out of his mouth as he realised how unreasonable he had been.

`Yeah, I do love him,' he said more to himself than to Asha. Downing his whisky in one draught, he stood up and turned to her. `Tell Steve thanks for the party and sorry I had to leave early.'

Asha just shook her head and made a shoo-ing motion with her hands. Yohji shot her his trademark smirk.

`And tell him thanks for the Champagne,' he called out as he was leaving. Asha rolled her eyes as she saw him nab an unopened bottle from the bar on his way out.

*

Yohji didn't remember much about how he got home, but he knew he was lucky to have arrived in one piece considering the number of speed limits he broke and red lights he ran. He had barely switched off his engine before making his way into the house. He was so set on his objective that he failed to notice that the spot next to his Seven was empty.

`Aya!' he called as he dropped his jacket on a chair, `Aya!' His cry echoed through the house but there was no answer. Yohji frowned, taking the stairs two at a time he knocked on Aya's door.

`Aya it's me, we need to talk,' he said but still no answer. Testing the doorknob, the door swung open under his fingers to reveal the neatness of Aya's room. Yohji felt a sinking feeling nestle itself in the pit of his stomach as memory of a few months before resurfaced. Yanking open the cupboard, he felt relief flood him as he saw that everything was still there. But the feeling didn't last long.

`Where the hell is he?' A thorough search of the house revealed nothing and Yohji had noticed by then that Aya's Porsche was missing. He tried calling his mobile only to slam the phone down in frustration when one of the cushions began to ring.

Ten minutes later and Yohji was fuming. `How dare he go off gallivanting to God knows where without telling anyone,' he seethed, `how dare he brush me off just so he could go out by himself.'

Another ten minutes passed by and Yohji's anger had turned into anxiousness. His mind was flooded of images of the redhead in trouble, or out handling a mission by himself as unlikely as that seemed.

He was almost sick with worry and anger when he heard a car pull up into the garage at around 10:30. Leaping off the couch, he flung open the door to find Aya standing there an annoyed expression on his face.

`Where have you been?!' they yelled at each other simultaneously. It might have been funny but neither of them was laughing.

`I came back to be with you!' Yohji raised his voice, `to apologise for being such a jerk and to spend the evening with the only person that matters to me.'

`I went to the party to be with you!' Aya's voice was equally as loud, `because I know how much it meant to you!'

Their mutual confessions stunned them into silence. It was then that Yohji noticed that Aya was all dressed up in tight leather pants and an arty flowing magenta shirt, his lashes darkened with mascara.

Yohji felt a blow to his sternum as he realised the extra effort Aya had put into choosing what to wear. The trousers had been a present from him. Instead of a conventional front fastening, it had side buckles and straps that while flattering, also revealed a lot more than it covered. Aya had originally said he wouldn't be caught dead in them. He took a hesitant step forward and held out Aya's cell phone.

`You….you forgot this,' he said sounding uncharacteristically shy, his eyes not meeting his lover's.

`I didn't realise it had fallen out of my pocket, I was in such a hurry to leave,' Aya sounded equally as unsure as he nervously pulled on an eartail.

`I'm sorry,' they said at the same time and this time they did laugh. Yohji then looked up straight into Aya's violet eyes. `Let me go first kay?' he plunged on before Aya could object.

`I'm sorry I made it out to be such a big thing when it was not. I should have listened to your reasons before I yelled at you,' he raked his fingers through his hair leaving trails, the words coming out in a rush. `The only reason I can give you is that, I….I just wanted this evening to be so perfect that when you told me you weren't going, I snapped.'

Yohji said his next words haltingly.

`I know it's a small thing, but I just wanted to reassure myself that you weren't ashamed to be with me.'

`Yohji?' Aya said sounding surprised and mildly exasperated.

`I know you love me Aya, its just the paranoid part of me thought that a big public outing would make it more real,' Yohji sighed as he bowed his head, `I know its stupid and unreasonable and your probably going to run upstairs and grab your katana so you can…' Aya silenced the blonde with a deep kiss that put an end to all this thoughts and uncertainties. When he drew back, his eyes were gleaming with a soft violet light as he lovingly tucked his lover's hair behind his ears.

`Idiot,' he said, but the half smile on his face softened the insult. `I'm sorry I made you feel that way Yohji,' he said his words heartfelt.

Aya knew, as hard as it was for him to thaw, in some ways it was even harder for Yohji. To get him to admit his insecurities was like revealing the weakest chink in his armor to the world. It made his cocky façade, that he relied on, crumble and exposed his vulnerability. Aya realised this and his heart melted and along with it his anger and resentment.

`Its ok love, you can make it up to me later,' Yohji said with a glimmer of his usual confidence. Cupping Aya's chin, he gave him a kiss on his forehead and said, `now, what's your excuse?'

But instead of giving him a straight answer, Aya just planted a kiss on the tip of his nose.

`Come to the roof, I want to show you something,' he whispered.

*

Yohji sent Aya ahead first, saying that he needed to stop by his room. Mindful of the weather he grabbed a thick Burberry patterned blanket as well as his Vin Diesel inspired sheepskin coat. He also took with him a few other things, namely the bottle of Champagne he had flinched earlier, his portable radio/CD player, scented oil and a large paper bag.

His arms full, he carefully made his way up the stairs. Once on the roof, he saw that Aya was fiddling with something that was mounted on a tripod, which was set up at the edge. On closer scrutiny he saw that it was portable telescope, the type used by amateur astronomers.

As Aya looked preoccupied with the task at hand, he busied himself by spreading out the blanket over the hard cement. He popped his Norah Jones CD, a Christmas present from Ken, in his player and set it too random. As a soft, jazzy chord flowed out of the speakers; he poured two glasses of Champagne and wandered over to where Aya was standing.

`So, what is it you want to show me?' he asked more than a little curios as he handed a glass to the redhead. Aya accepted the slender stemmed glass with a small smile.

`Look through that and tell me what you see,' Aya leaned against the security railing as he took a sip. Yohji cocked a questioning eyebrow at him before looking through the eyepiece.

At first he didn't see anything, just the typical inky blackness of space. But then he caught sight of a star just to the left of his line of vision. It shone brightly with a bluish white light, shadowing its sisters.

`A star,' Yohji said.

`My star, Ran,' Aya clarified. When Yohji shot him a skeptical look he elaborated.

`When I turned 18, my sister thought it a big deal and wanted to get me something. She was still a teenager and I didn't want her spending her allowance on me, so I said, jokingly I wanted a star. Imagine my surprise when she presented me with a certificate to my very own star a month later.'

Aya smiled wistfully at the memory.

`Apparently she found this company that finds and names stars for you for a fee.'

`What a wonderful gift,' Yohji said pulling Aya into his arms, `but what does that have to do with tonight?'

`She made me promise to wish on it every year. The best time for spotting this star is around this time,' Aya burrowed his face into the suede of the blonde's coat. `It takes a while to find it so I didn't want to get your hopes up and say I'd go. Luckily I found it quickly this year and I rushed off to be with you.'

`Why didn't you just tell me Aya?' Yohji said trying not to sound hurt. Aya took a deep breath.

`Because I was scared you would laugh at me Yohji,' Aya said quietly. There, that was his own admission of weakness. Yohji blinked before grabbing Aya by the shoulders.

`I would never laugh at anything that means this much to you Aya,' he said firmly, `please believe that.' Aya nodded.

`I believe you,' he embraced the taller man once more, `I do koi. Its just that….I've gone so long without trusting someone completely, I had forgotten how it feels.'

`We'll work it out Aya,' Balinese said lovingly stroking the red silk of his hair. `Nothing good ever comes easy.'

He suddenly chuckled.

`Hell, I didn't laugh at you when you had those hideous pants on did I?' his eyes twinkled, trying to lighten the mood.

It worked as Aya smiled at the thought of the ugly green batik pants that had been a gift from a well wishing yet colourblind distant relative of his. It now took up permanent residence in the corner of his cupboard.

They stood there for a few minutes, not speaking, just enjoying the night, the cold not seeming to reach them. A few feet away, the player clicked and whirred as the next track came on.

Come away with me in the night,

Come away with me,

And I will write you a song.

Come away with me on a bus,

Come away with me where they can't tempt us,

With their lies.

I want to walk with you,

On a cloudy day,

In fields where the yellow grass grows knee high,

So wont you try to come

Yohji leaned over and sang the next part of the song softly into the redhead's ear.

`Come away with me and we'll kiss,' he breathed huskily, `on a mountaintop. Come away with me and I'll….. never stop…loving you.'

`Yohji,' Aya murmured as the Balinese's throaty voice made his blood start to heat. He pressed back against the blonde's groin hoping to make his intentions clear. But Yohji suddenly pulled away causing Aya to feel cold and bereft.

Yohji put up his hands as if to ward off the sudden death stare Aya gave him.

`I've got something for you love,' Yohji retraced his steps and pulled a flat rectangular box out of the paper bag. `I wanted to give you this for Christmas but it came a little to late,' he placed it in Aya's hands.

Aya looked at it with interest. The box was covered with indigo swirled ink paper and was fashioned to look like book, the covers held together by blue ribbons. Inside he found a quill pen with a crafted silver nib, a bottle of cerulean ink, a small blotter; a glass stand to rest the pen in and a dark blue leather bound journal. The paper inside the book was handmade, thick with jagged edges.

`Yohji this is…' Aya started but the look in Yohji's eyes stopped him. `Thank you,' he said simply placing it on the blanket. `I've got something for you to, close your eyes.'

Yohji did as he was told and felt Aya fiddle with the silver hoop on his left ear. He heard a tiny click as the catch opened and felt something heavier take its place. Yohji opened shook his head experimentally and felt the earring flick against the skin. He was almost bowled over as he realised what he was wearing was Aya's missing bar earring.

`I sent it to be cleaned and polished.' Aya slid his arms around his graceful neck, Yohji's searching verdant green eyes on him. `Now the whole world will know that I am yours Yohji, that I belong to you.'

He kissed Yohji passionately. `Only you.'

Yohji didn't hesitate before kissing him back. He understood the significance of this gesture, that it wasn't just the earring he was giving up. He was also giving up a part of his icy shield, that didn't allow anyone close enough to see his true self. Yohji's heart felt fit to burst and it only served to fan the flames of his arousal.

His kisses were hungry and searching as if he were tasting the redhead for the first time. He nipped at the soft flesh in little love bites followed by soothing swipes of pink tongue. Aya moaned and parted his mouth, giving further permission to his lover to explore. They both licked and sucked each other's tongue as they clashed.

Aya didn't even notice that he was being pushed against the railing until he felt the hard metal on the small of his back. But by that time he was so caught up in the pleasure Yohji's kisses were giving him that he didn't mind the discomfort.

`Yohji,' Aya groaned into his mouth, `more…. I need…' Yohji took heed of his cries and pushed one hand under his lover's shirt to rake a fingernail across one sensitive nipple. The other traveled south and started to massage and squeeze Aya's hard cock through the leather.

`Aya you feel fucking wonderful,' he breathed as he parted Aya's legs with his knee and started rubbing his hard-on against his thigh. Abyssinian quickly reached down and undid the older man's belt. He parted the material and pulled out Yohji's sizable manhood, wrapping his fingers round the hot shaft.

Yohji growled and worked Aya's cock harder through the barrier, rubbing and stroking it relentlessly causing Aya to squirm uncomfortably. His clothes suddenly feeling as if they were made of iron, restricting his pleasure.

`Yohji,' Aya threw his head back. `Please…'

The blonde pressed a hard kiss to the redhead's mouth before kneeling before him. He tugged and pulled at the fastenings with impatient fingers and teeth, furtively thanking some God that the cut of the trousers made it impossible to wear any kind of underwear. Yohji peeled the tight material mid-thigh making Aya's cock bob upwards. He was so aroused that pre-cum glistened along the whole length.

Yohji stuck out his tongue and flicked at the sensitive tip repeatedly. He alternated this with quick sucks on the head that all served to make the redhead go weak at the knees.

`Don't fucking tease me Yohji,' Aya groaned deep in his throat, `finish me…fuck me…do something!'

He almost screamed as Yohji swallowed him in one quick motion. He worked Aya's erection with his artful lips and tongue while massaging his balls with the palm of his hand. Aya had one hand buried in his thick blonde hair, the other on the bar behind him keeping him up.

He cried out incoherent obscenities as he came in the older assassin's mouth, his hips moving of their own accord trying to get in deeper. The aftershocks made his whole body twist and shudder.

Yohji barely waited for him to stop trembling before spinning him around and bending him over the railing. Aya intuitively locked his knees and braced himself to keep from falling.

`God Aya, I need you so much right now,' he groaned as he hastily covered his erection with the oil he had brought. Skimming his hands down Abyssinnian's sides, he tightly squeezed the slender curves of his buttocks before pressing the slick head of his penis against the rosy pucker.

Before the redhead's body could sense him and instinctively tighten, he penetrated him fully with one forceful stroke. Yohji moaned loudly as he automatically ground his hips against his lover.

For Aya the sensation was breathtaking, even more so when Yohji started to move. He drove himself inside him, harder and harder, skewering his body so hard they would have been pitched off the roof if it hadn't been for the steel barrier. His thrusts were so powerful that Aya kept getting lifted off his heels with each forward stroke.

Aya sank his teeth into the soft flesh of Yohji's offered forearm when the sensations became too intense. He felt himself growing hard again as the blonde's cock kept hitting his prostate. A few minutes later, he groaned loudly with unsatisfied lust as Yohji jerkily came hot and hard, his cum searing his insides.

After catching his breath, Yohji shakily withdrew but wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist. `Don't worry love,' he whispered enticingly, `I won't leave you like this.' He playfully stroked the younger man's penis making him gasp.

`You better fucking not,' Aya glared at him but it fell short of his usual glacial look. He brusquely pushed his trousers all the way and stepped out of them. Although still aroused, the icy breeze kept a rein on his passion.

Yohji lead them both to the blanket and used the corner of the knitted material to wipe his cock clean, effectively ruining it but honestly not giving a shit at this point.

Aya leaned back against his elbows as he watched his partner ungracefully pull off his pants while hopping one leg and toss them carelessly to the side. Yohji crouched over his half lying form and rent his lover's shirt in two with his thumbs. Aya hissed as he felt the cold night air whisper against his skin making his nipples tighten into buds.

`If you don't mind, I would like some help,' he whispered devilishly as he grasped the base of his semi-erect shaft.

Aya shot him a wry look but didn't object. They both sat up and Aya didn't waste time with preliminaries. He just bent down and just sucked as hard as he could on the blonde man's cock. He opened his throat so he could massage the shaft his throat muscles.

Yohji rocked back on his heels as he felt tremors of pleasure sweep throughout his entire body. He swore he saw the sky light up in bursts of bright colour. He put his hand on Aya's shoulder, stopping him.

`Wonder-fucking-ful,' he licked his cold lips. He pulled out, leaving only a length of glistening spider web connecting them.

`On your side,' he ordered gruffly. He bent one of Aya's slender legs at the knee, the other he drew close and draped over his shoulder, completely exposing him. He entered slowly this time, luxuriating in the feel of silken tightness and warmth that Aya's body always offered.

`Oh Yohji….so…deep…'

After judging his lover's needs perfectly, he reduced their pace to a crawl. He fucked him slowly and deliberately, making sure he always grazed against Aya's sweet spot. This position offered easy access to his cock which Yohji took advantage of by pumping his shaft in time with his thrusts

Aya was panting now, trails of sweat dripping down his back. Little puffs of steam rising from their skin as they made love languorously, trying to prolong their pleasure. Many times they both almost tippled over the edge, only to draw back.

How long they were at it, they didn't know. An hour? Two? But it soon became too much and they came almost simultaneously. Yohji groaned, the cries sounding as if they had been ripped from his throat as he spent his seed deeply in Aya's body causing him to ejaculate milky white ribbons all over the blanket, staining it further.

Sated and more than satisfied, Yohji had the presence of mind to pull his coat over both of their bodies to ward off the chill. It was too cold for them to sleep and they would have to move inside soon. But for now they just snuggled deeper beneath the insulating fur.

`Fuck me that was wild,' he murmured into Aya's hair. `Sorry if I was a bit rough love, I don't know what came over me.'

`Hmph,' Aya said unbelievingly as he absentmindedly played with the gold bar that now adorned his boyfriend's earlobe. He offhandedly glanced at his watch face.

`Yohji,' the blonde's eyelids flew open, `Happy New Year,' he said softly pulling him down for a kiss. Yohji started and twisted the strap of his watch back so he could see the time.

`Bloody hell it's almost one,' he brushed his lips over his favourite spot, Aya's temple. `Happy New Year my love. Any resolutions?'

Aya frowned as he pretended to ponder the blonde's question.

`To stifle the urge to kill you every time you come in late for shifts,' he deadpanned and was rewarded with a poke to the shoulder.

`Aya!' Yohji said reproachfully.

`To take care of my sister better. To try and accept the impact being in Weiss has had on my life. To get through this year alive.' Aya wrapped a lock of sun-streaked hair around his index finger.

`And?' Yohji no so subtly urged. Aya shot him a blank look but his lips twitched as he suppressed a smile.

`Cant think of anything else.'

`Aya!!' Yohji repeated but he didn't mind as he realised that Aya was in one of his very rare playful moods.

`To tell you I love you more,' he said surprising himself as well as the blonde. But the look of love, pure and simple in Yohji's viridian eyes made him not regret his words.

`To trust you more.' The last words came out as sigh as he nuzzled his cold nose into the apple of Yohji's cheek. Yohji's famous smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

`I've already fulfilled one of my resolutions,' he said mischievously nibbling on his love's ear. Aya blinked and cocked a questioning eyebrow.

`What? To have me on the roof?' Aya said incredulously.

`On the roof, in the garage, the greenhouse, on the countertop downstairs…'

`Yohji!' Aya admonished elbowing him none to gently in the ribs.

`To have you in my arms for as long as you will let me,' Yohji said seriously, dropping his teasing tone. `I don't want to ever stop loving you Aya.'

Aya clasped Yohji's right hand in his as the other weaved between his black cherry red hair. In Aya's mind, this seemed as good a time as any to start his resolution.

`I love you Yohji,' he gently brushed his lips with his fingers. Yohji kissed his fingertips in return and propped himself up on one elbow.

`So tell me,' he traced lazy circles around Aya's nipple causing it to harden, `what did you wish on your star this year?'

Only the wind heard his answer as it passed by, carrying with it the confetti, cries and jubilation's of the many people celebrating the start of something new. As the old man with his long white beard took one last look and sighed, a new infant entered ready to start writing his own story.

~Owari~

Song used:

Come Away with Me: Norah Jones taken from: Come Away with Me

Additional Note: The title is a homage to one of the best Sci-fi writers out there, Douglas Adams who sadly passed away over a year ago. Adams wrote the wonderful `The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy' and is an eternal source of inspiration for me. In particular I love this one quote from him. When asked how he felt about deadlines, he replied, `I love deadlines, I love the whoosh-ing noise they make as they go by.' ^_~