Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Alone in a Crowded House ❯ Alone in a Crowded House ( One-Shot )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Dreamwind 
There is a sequel in the works but you'll have to wait. This is how everything gets started.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.03.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
There is a sequel in the works but you'll have to wait. This is how everything gets started.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.03.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
"Alone in a crowded house"
Author: KT_Neko
Date: 1/ 23/ 01
Warning: Angst, masturbation, some rape
Aya sat alone in the back room of the flower shop. He had been back there for hours working with the plants. He seemed to get along much better with the plants than with the people in the shop, so the other members of Weiss didn't mind. The gaggles of girls roaming the shop however did, and were disappointed that the beautifully silent red head was hiding in the back.
"What do you think is bothering Aya?" asked a small blond.
"Why do you think something is bothering him? He seems like his normal self to me." Pointed out a brunette.
"I can just tell." She said lefting her chin. "Besides, he usually isn't so...reclusive. I think that's the word."
"I heard that it was girl trouble." A plump little girl retorted.
"Girl trouble? Aya?" The brunette asked.
"Well." The girl looked quickly around at the others before continuing. Little did the group of girls know, but Yohji was covertly listening to their conversation. "I heard that he was dating that curly red head. Patty said she saw them walking in the park." Yohji chuckled inwardly as he realized they were talking about Manx.
"So?" the blond said with a hint of impatience.
"So! Patty also said that she saw that woman with Ken-kun a few days ago!"
"Do you think they're both dating her?"
As if Aya could sense that someone was talking about him, he appeared out of the back room. Yohji looked at the leader of Weiss. He did look a little out of sorts, even for him. The group of girls who had been talking about him immediately swarmed him asking about flowers and other things, which Aya didn't seem to pay attention to. In fact he seemed to be getting rather angry.
"If you aren't going to buy something then *get out *. "
The group of girls stepped back stunned at Aya's tone. None of them had ever seen him so angry before. Quickly disappointed that he was ignoring them they left the interior of the flower shop. Aya caught Yohji looking at him with a stern gaze.
"You know, Aya, you could have been nicer to them."
"If they weren't here to buy something then they should leave."
"You, Aya, need to lighten up. The girls like you and were worrying their cute little heads over you today. Give them a break."
Aya glared at Yohji before returning to the back section of the flower shop. Yohji sighed and returned to work. Shaking his head at the thought that the beautiful Aya was in pain of some type. Why can't that baka just lighten up and let someone in ?! If he did he wouldn't be so alone...I wouldn't be so alone.
*
That night Yohji ended up in a foul mood. As the hours of his and Aya's shifts had gone by Aya had only gotten worse. It had become such a problem that Yohji had to forcibly push Aya back into the green house and threaten him to cool his temper off or else. Needless to say neither of them had been in a good mood when Omi and Ken arrived to take over.
Yohji sighed, exasperated. He was glade to finally be able to relax. Unfortunately Aya still plagued his thoughts. That tall, silent red head was never too far from Yohji's thoughts these days. He was always there. Gracing Yohji's mind long after the others had left it. What was it about the leader of Weiss that caused his heart to stop beating and his blood to boil?
"I'm straight...right?"
Yohji gritted his teeth as he realized the unbidden thoughts of his teammate were causing reactions throughout his body. How did he let this happen? How could he ever feel like this? He had to get over this before it made it impossible to work next to the younger assassin. Yohji slowly got up off his soft bed and made his way to the bathroom. A nice cold shower was just what he needed.
Who was the genius that said a cold shower would help? If I ever find him I'm gonna smack him upside the head! This isn't helping my aching erection one bit! It's only getting harder.... Aya. Yohji sighed heavily as his hand found his throbbing shaft. He knew that it would never feel as good as it would to have it be Aya's hand, or Aya's mouth, or the velvety warmth of Aya's body surrounding his. His hand moved faster up and down his shaft as the images of Aya doing wonderfully naughty things too yohji flashed across his brain. All to soon Yohji came, biting down on his lips to keep from crying out.
*
Two days passed since the incident in the flower shop and Aya still felt like killing something. It just wasn't fair! Why did it have to be her?! Why couldn't it have been me who was lying in that hospital bed? Aya clasped on his bed as his body was suddenly wracked with sobs long surpresed. She had been doing so well. The doctors had all told him that she seemed to get better! So why did this have to happen? Aya forced back his tears and tried to stop sobbing as he felt someone else was in his room with him.
Turning around Aya saw Yohji, arms crossed over his chest. The oldest member of Weiss was leaning against the doorframe, as if he was asking for permission before entering. Which of course Yohji wasn't.
Yohji was simply looking at him. Aya couldn't tell what the taller man was thinking since his sunglasses shaded his eyes.
"What do you want, Yohji?" demanded Aya.
A deep breath escaped Yohji's lips; "I want to know why you are so sad."
Aya was stunned. Did Yohji really mean it? Did he really care about how Aya was feeling? Before Aya could say or do anything though, Yohji was by his side. He sat down so carefully that the bed hardly moved. Yohji was scared though. A nagging little voice in the back of his head told him that Aya would kill him when he realized how Yohji's body was constantly reacting to him. Another part of him said it didn't matter. The man he lusted after, the man he...he loved, needed him.
Yohji wiped the tears away from Aya's eyes before repeating, " Why are you so sad, Aya?"
Aya looked at Yohji. There was concern in the blonde's voice. "It's not your problem." If I let him in he'll only hurt me. I have to keep my heart locked away. Aya turned his head away from Yohji and stared at the blankets of his bed. "Just leave me alone, Yohji."
When Yohji didn't move Aya stood up and grabbed his sword. Sweeping it towards the other assassin's neck with barely a sound. Yohji didn't move. He didn't even flinch. Instead he kicked Aya hard in the stomach causing him to drop his sword. Aya looked up just I time to see Yohji grab him by his hair and pull him back up.
"Damn it, Aya! Why can't you just make this easy?"
Aya grunted and punched Yohji hard in the stomach. Yohji gasped and staggered backwards. Aya moved quickly and kicked Yohji hard in the abdomen sending him back against Aya's bed. Aya leapt in the air and landed atop Yohji, pinning him to the bed.
"It's none of your business. Leave me alone." He demanded, glaring down at the boy below him.
Yohji couldn't stand it. It was like one of his late night fantasies. There he was pinned below the beautiful red headed, Aya. God, Aya's eyes were so deep! Yohji could feel his body's liquid heat roaring through his veins. Surging down to his groin. He no longer cared about what Aya would do. He had to act on his emotions.
Aya frowned as he felt heat moving through his body. Why was Yohji causing this in him? Why did he have this strange urge he couldn't quite define? Before Aya could think of anything Yohji swooped his head up and claimed Aya's lips with his own. The older assassin's kiss was long and soft. It overflowed with pent up passion. Aya jerked his head back from Yohji as if Yohji's kiss had seared his lips.
Aya's hands went to his lips as he stuttered, " Why?"
Yohji looked up at Aya. He was so beautiful. His face was flushed, his eyes...god, his eyes. Yohji swallowed the lump forming in the back of his throat. He'd already taken the first step. He could do this. "Because I love you." With that Yohji pulled Aya back down on top of him and pressed his lips against Aya's. Yohji brushed his tongue against Aya's lower lip, causing the red head to gasp and open his mouth. Yohji didn't miss the opportunity. He quickly darted his tongue inside.
Aya's mind was moving a mile a minute. Was this actually happening? Was Yohji Kudo, famous womanizer, really French kissing him?! Aya didn't know what to do. He didn't exactly have a lot of experience in this type of matter. Hell he'd never even had a girlfriend before, let alone a boyfriend! "Yohji...!"
"Yes, Aya?" Aya could feel Yohji's smile brush against his neck as the blonde's kisses began to move lower.
"Yohji...onega! Yamero, onega."
Yohji stopped his kiss assault on Aya's neck and looked up at his teammate. Aya's face was as red as his hair and he actually looked a bit scarred. "Yes, love?"
"Yamero. I can't...." Aya didn't know what to say or do. His mind told him one thing while Ran and his body told him another. "I can't...."
Yohji looked at the fear in Aya's eyes again and realized he had made a mistake in kissing Aya. "Alright. I've stopped." Yohji released Aya and sat up. "This never happened if you don't want it to have happened."
Aya nodded and Yohji stood up . He was about to leave when he turned back to Aya one last time. "Gomen, Aya." Yohji bent over and kissed Aya's forehead before leaving.
* * *
Two weeks had passed since the incident in Aya's room. The two assassins still walked on thin ice with each other. Omi and Ken had both noticed that something was obviously bothering their teammates. They had been trying all week long to get one of them to tell them why they were ignoring each other most of the time, but Aya and Yohji just wouldn't say.
"I'm worried, Ken-kun. What could they have fought about that they wouldn't tell us about? What if it starts to hurt our miss...er...work?" The youngest member of Weiss squeaked as he worried his frets out load.
"I don't think either of them will let it get that bad, Omi. So don't worry."
At few feet away one of the giddy fangirls overheard Omi and Ken's conversation and realized that Aya and Yohji were ignoring each other. Suddenly she just had to tell the other girls that Aya and Yohji had fought about something and weren't speaking to each other. Soon the entire flower shop knew that Yohji and Aya had had a fight.
This caused the already tense situation to become even tenser. Aya appeared to be a time bomb waiting to go off. That little vein in his temple was throbbing big enough for Ken to see all the way across the store.
"This is not good. This is not good." Ken kept repeating. "Omi why don't we close shop before these two decide to kill all our customers."
"Fine. You can be the one to tell Aya to close the shop early."
"What?! That's not fair! I don't want him to kill me!"
"Well I don't want to be run through either. Besides you suggested it, so you can tell him."
"I hate you," Ken glared at Omi.
"No you don't Ken-kun. You love me." Grumbling Ken walked over to the moody red head and told him that Omi and Him had decided to close shop for the day. Soon there was a great deal of pushing and shoving as all the giddy fan girls were forced to leave the shop.
"Thank you! Come again." Omi called out with a smile. Protesting loudly the fan girls all left the shop window and headed for home.
* * *
Aya stormed into his room, locking the door behind him. It had been a long day, which was made even worse by the fact that he still couldn't forget the feeling of Yohji's lips on his. What was worse still was that the entire store knew that something was going on between him and Yohji. Of course they couldn't possibly know what had really happened. Could they?
Sighing Aya moved deeper into the darkened bedroom and began the slow job of peeling off his assassins' uniform. This had been a hard mission and the four of them all seemed very pleased to get home as soon as possible. Aya noted that Omi had pointed out that Yohji must have a date tonight because he had rushed home without bothering to help dispose of the missions "waste".
Aya sat down on his bed and slowly untied his black boots, tossing them easily into the open closet. Finally satisfied that he was going to get some rest Aya pulled back his sheets and crawled into his bed.
"Oi, Aya, I didn't take you for the type to sleep in the nude."
Aya shot up straight and turned on the light beside his bed. The pale yellow glow highlighted the outline of the oldest member of Weiss. He was lying on his back, arms under his head, looking right at Aya through his shades, which were still perched on his nose.
"Damn it, Kudo! Get the hell out of my *bed* and my room!"
"Fine." Yohji removed the blankets that had been resting over his hips and stood up facing the opposite direction of Aya. Which gave the red head a perfect view of Yohji's two milky cheeks. Aya gasped at the sight of those perfect orbs. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab those firm buttocks between his palms. Yohji smiled to himself. He could see desire flicker across Aya's face because of the reflection in his mirror. "I'll leave. ....If that's what you really want me to do?" Yohji turned around to face Aya.
Aya cocked back a moan at the sight of his naked teammate. "Yes. Just go back to your room, Kudo."
Yohji's normal grin disappered. For a moment Aya could see the hurt and loneliness in his eyes, but the moment faded and Yohji's grin returned. Then Yohji walked out of Aya's room, not looking back. The door closed softly behind Yohji and Aya felt regret in his heart that he hadn't accepted Yohji's offer. His body also complained. Weather he wanted to admit it or not, Yohji had gotten to him. He had at the very least gotten Aya's body to respond even if the heart didn't. Yohji sighed and headed to his own room. Why the HELL do I do this to myself ? It's not as if Aya would ever want me...He's so damn cold hearted.
* * *
Another week passed and Aya and Yohji were ignoring each other even more. It had become so bad that Yohji wasn't flirting with any of the girls and he hadn't smiled even once in the past week. Aya had been watching Yohji with great care. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to see Yohji smile again but he couldn't seem to force himself to even speak to his older teammate. Sitting on the hospetal bed beside his sister, Aya, he forced himself to recount the events to her. Although she never moved, he was sure, in his heart, that she heard what he said to her. "What do I do, Aya? I shouldn't let him get to me like this...but I want so badly to be touched and held by loving hands." Aya dropped his head into his hands. "I want him so badly..."
Aya continued to lay there not moving. Aya-Ran sighed and got up. Moving out the door Aya stopped to look back. There was no one left who could hold him. Would it really be so bad to give in? What did he have to lose by allowing Yohji into his heart? He couldn't be hurt anymore than he already was.
With that stuck firmly in his mind, Aya left for the flower shop. He had a long day ahead and talking to Yohji wasn't going to be easy for him. Letting someone in wasn't going to be easy. He had had those shields up so long he didn't know if he could take them down anymore.
*
Yohji stood in his closet. Clothes were tossed out and fell to the floor and onto the bed. He had to get out of this house. He couldn't stand being here with Aya one more moment. The redhead knew that he loved him but he was still being as cold-hearted to Yohji as ever. Inhuman bastard. Tears slided down Yohji's cheeks as he finally found the pants he had been looking for. Shut up, Kudo. It's your own fault for being stupid enough to fall for a man about as passionate as a block of stone.
Yohji pulled the sleek green vinyl pants up his legs and fastened them at his hips. Next came the black velvet shirt. Yohji looked at his refection in the mirrior as he buttoned the shirt up halfway. His face had gotten paler and he had dark circles under his eyes, which were red rimed from all his crying. He couldn't stand his reflection anymore. He didn't even know why he bothered to dress nice anymore. Yes I do. It's because of him. I can't let him know what he's putting me through. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me as the pathetic wreck I've become over his rejection. Slipping on his sunglasses, Yohji left the house and headed towards his favorite nightclub.
The nightclub was filled with warm bodies giratting to the throbbing beat of music that came pounding through the speaks laced throughout the room. Yohji easily slipped between the dancers and made his way to the bar at the far end of the club. Grabbing the first open barstool Yohji sat down and ordered his favorite drink, Sex on the beach. The liquor sent warm tendrils throughout Yohji's cold body, filling it with a false warmth.
*
Aya shut the door of the flower shop behind him and walked through the flower displays directly to Ken. "Ken." Ken turned around to face his redheaded teammate. Aya didn't give him the chance to speak, and besides Ken took one look at the glare Aya tossed him and knew it would be in his best interest to just let Aya talk. "Where. Is. Yohji."
"Aya, Yohji left about forty-five minutes ago. After we began to close shop he went to his room and changed into his clubbing cloths."
"Which club did he go to?"
"Probably his favorite."
Aya glared deeper at Ken. "Which is where?"
*
Yohji was buzzed. He knew that he was on the fast track to becoming completely drunk and he didn't give a rat's ass. He didn't want to think clearly because that would mean that he would be thinking about how badly he wanted to be Aya's boyfriend, Aya's lover. He was so lost in staring at his drink that he never noticed the burly man who approached him from behind. The man stood quietly behind Yohji for a moment before tightly grasping Yohji's shoulder in one of his large hands and spinning him around until they were face to face.
"Hey handsome, come here often?"
Yohji looked the man up and down and decided perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if he let the man have his way with him, whatever it might be. It'd beat slurring out s'mthin' stupid and getting' turned inta meat... "Yeah...I live unda' da * huccup * glasssss..."
The man continued to look Yohji up and down before pulling Yohji up and onto his two feet. "How about you and me have some 'good old fashioned fun' in the back?"
"S'fine... * huccup *... like fun..."
"I'll bet you do." The man leered as he grabbed Yohji by the waist and led him towards the bathroom.
The bathroom was quickly vacated before Yohji and the leering man got to it. As they entered the tilled bathroom the man nodded at two strong men. The moment the two had crossed the threshold the other two men began to guard the doors. The leering man grabbed Yohji with both hands and sat him on the countertop. His large hands deftly unbuttoned Yohji's pants before Yohji could even think about stopping him. Yohji's moan reverberated through the room as his erection sprung free of his pants.
"Well, well, well. It looks like my catch of the day has an impressive piece of meat," the man licked his lip as he spook to Yohji. "I have defenitly lucked out."
"Lucks' s'not real..." Yohji's head throbbed. He had drunk far to many drinks to be able to make any rational thought and he could already feel the peaceful embrace of unconsciousness creeping upon him. He could barely feel the mans hands pulling him closer to the counters edge as his other hand unzipped his own pants, letting them fall to the floor. Some small part of Yohji's mind was beginning to scream out. He couldn't do this! He couldn't let this happen! "No."
"No, what handsome? You can't back out now."
"No...I can't. I don' wan' ta do this."
The mans hands gripped Yohji's hips hard enough to bruise him, "Too bad," as he pulled Yohji onto his waiting shaft. Yohji screamed in pain that wasn't completely physical. It hurt so bad to have this stranger thrusting into his unwilling body. Tears leaked from his glazed green eyes.
Aya! Oh God, Aya help me! Please! I'm sorry! "AYA!!"
Outside Aya studied all the people in the club. The only thing that seemed wrong to Aya were the two men guarding the bathroom. Why would the bathroom need people as big as those two to guard it? Aya carefully weaved his way through the crowd of dancers and towards the restroom. Once he got close enough to the door that the guards realized he was trying to get in, they stepped in his way. "The bathroom's out of order." The dark man replied briskly.
As Aya began to turn away he was stopped dead in his tracks by the screams coming from the bathroom. The sound was unmistakably his name being screamed out in pure terror and pain. No! It can't be! Aya turned and rushed towords the door and the two guards. "Yohji! I'm coming!" As the guards tried to block his entrance they soon found his fist smashing into their stomachs and his feet crashing into the face, knocking both men unconscious. Aya kicked the door down and blanched at the sight before him.
Inside yohji was being slambed back into the mirrior above the counter. The man rapping him was leaving bruises all across the smooth plane of Yohji's body and from between Yohji's thighs and on the counter top, Aya saw a small pool of blood. The man had ripped Yohji open while he visously rapped him. Yohji's glazed eyes saw Aya and cringed in shame even as they swam with relief at his figure. Tears also stained Yohji's face as he continued to cry and scream in pain. "Aya...help...AYA!!"
Aya lunged at the man as Yohji continued to scream in pain. The blond man cries burned into his soul and he felt an anger as strong as the anger he felt for what had been done to his sister. Screaming death at the man Aya slambed his fist into the larger man's face. The man quickly recovered though and launched his own attack on Aya, swinging his fist at Aya. The red head barely avoided the large fist coming at his jaw, however in his attempt to avoid the man's attack he managed to get himself trapped in the far corner of the bathroom. With no place to go but at the larger man in front of him Aya rushed forward crashing head long into the man abdomen. The two went sprawling to the tiled floor, their bodies colliding into the counter on the way down. Moments later Aya made his way up on shaky legs. Looking down he saw the man's blood already pooling around his head.
"Aya....gomen...," croaked Yohji.
Aya rushed to Yohji's side and embraced the taller man, his hands softly stroking Yohji's hair. "Naze?"
"I'm sorry....I'm sorry that I...I was forward with you...."
"Yo-chan," Aya nozzled Yohji's cheek with his own. "You don't have to be sorry. I should be the one apologizing. I pushed you away when I shouldn't have because I was so scared of being hurt and by doing so I got you raped." Aya's tears ran down his cheeks and onto Yohji's. "Can you ever forgive me, Yo-chan?"
Yohji smiled weakly at the tearful read head holding him in his arms. "Only if you promise to keep calling me Yo-chan."
"Whatever you want, Yo-chan. Whatever you want. I promis."
: Yahoo! I finished it! Not too shabby. Although it got a bit sappy at the end.:
Yohji: I don't know I kinda' liked the end.
Aya: hnn.
Yohji: Although it would be better if I got to have some kinky sex in the bathroom with Aya. *hint hint*
Aya: Shi-ne, Yohji!!
: Boys! Don't hurt each other! Other wise I 'll never get to make a sequel! :
Author: KT_Neko
Date: 1/ 23/ 01
Warning: Angst, masturbation, some rape
Aya sat alone in the back room of the flower shop. He had been back there for hours working with the plants. He seemed to get along much better with the plants than with the people in the shop, so the other members of Weiss didn't mind. The gaggles of girls roaming the shop however did, and were disappointed that the beautifully silent red head was hiding in the back.
"What do you think is bothering Aya?" asked a small blond.
"Why do you think something is bothering him? He seems like his normal self to me." Pointed out a brunette.
"I can just tell." She said lefting her chin. "Besides, he usually isn't so...reclusive. I think that's the word."
"I heard that it was girl trouble." A plump little girl retorted.
"Girl trouble? Aya?" The brunette asked.
"Well." The girl looked quickly around at the others before continuing. Little did the group of girls know, but Yohji was covertly listening to their conversation. "I heard that he was dating that curly red head. Patty said she saw them walking in the park." Yohji chuckled inwardly as he realized they were talking about Manx.
"So?" the blond said with a hint of impatience.
"So! Patty also said that she saw that woman with Ken-kun a few days ago!"
"Do you think they're both dating her?"
As if Aya could sense that someone was talking about him, he appeared out of the back room. Yohji looked at the leader of Weiss. He did look a little out of sorts, even for him. The group of girls who had been talking about him immediately swarmed him asking about flowers and other things, which Aya didn't seem to pay attention to. In fact he seemed to be getting rather angry.
"If you aren't going to buy something then *get out *. "
The group of girls stepped back stunned at Aya's tone. None of them had ever seen him so angry before. Quickly disappointed that he was ignoring them they left the interior of the flower shop. Aya caught Yohji looking at him with a stern gaze.
"You know, Aya, you could have been nicer to them."
"If they weren't here to buy something then they should leave."
"You, Aya, need to lighten up. The girls like you and were worrying their cute little heads over you today. Give them a break."
Aya glared at Yohji before returning to the back section of the flower shop. Yohji sighed and returned to work. Shaking his head at the thought that the beautiful Aya was in pain of some type. Why can't that baka just lighten up and let someone in ?! If he did he wouldn't be so alone...I wouldn't be so alone.
*
That night Yohji ended up in a foul mood. As the hours of his and Aya's shifts had gone by Aya had only gotten worse. It had become such a problem that Yohji had to forcibly push Aya back into the green house and threaten him to cool his temper off or else. Needless to say neither of them had been in a good mood when Omi and Ken arrived to take over.
Yohji sighed, exasperated. He was glade to finally be able to relax. Unfortunately Aya still plagued his thoughts. That tall, silent red head was never too far from Yohji's thoughts these days. He was always there. Gracing Yohji's mind long after the others had left it. What was it about the leader of Weiss that caused his heart to stop beating and his blood to boil?
"I'm straight...right?"
Yohji gritted his teeth as he realized the unbidden thoughts of his teammate were causing reactions throughout his body. How did he let this happen? How could he ever feel like this? He had to get over this before it made it impossible to work next to the younger assassin. Yohji slowly got up off his soft bed and made his way to the bathroom. A nice cold shower was just what he needed.
Who was the genius that said a cold shower would help? If I ever find him I'm gonna smack him upside the head! This isn't helping my aching erection one bit! It's only getting harder.... Aya. Yohji sighed heavily as his hand found his throbbing shaft. He knew that it would never feel as good as it would to have it be Aya's hand, or Aya's mouth, or the velvety warmth of Aya's body surrounding his. His hand moved faster up and down his shaft as the images of Aya doing wonderfully naughty things too yohji flashed across his brain. All to soon Yohji came, biting down on his lips to keep from crying out.
*
Two days passed since the incident in the flower shop and Aya still felt like killing something. It just wasn't fair! Why did it have to be her?! Why couldn't it have been me who was lying in that hospital bed? Aya clasped on his bed as his body was suddenly wracked with sobs long surpresed. She had been doing so well. The doctors had all told him that she seemed to get better! So why did this have to happen? Aya forced back his tears and tried to stop sobbing as he felt someone else was in his room with him.
Turning around Aya saw Yohji, arms crossed over his chest. The oldest member of Weiss was leaning against the doorframe, as if he was asking for permission before entering. Which of course Yohji wasn't.
Yohji was simply looking at him. Aya couldn't tell what the taller man was thinking since his sunglasses shaded his eyes.
"What do you want, Yohji?" demanded Aya.
A deep breath escaped Yohji's lips; "I want to know why you are so sad."
Aya was stunned. Did Yohji really mean it? Did he really care about how Aya was feeling? Before Aya could say or do anything though, Yohji was by his side. He sat down so carefully that the bed hardly moved. Yohji was scared though. A nagging little voice in the back of his head told him that Aya would kill him when he realized how Yohji's body was constantly reacting to him. Another part of him said it didn't matter. The man he lusted after, the man he...he loved, needed him.
Yohji wiped the tears away from Aya's eyes before repeating, " Why are you so sad, Aya?"
Aya looked at Yohji. There was concern in the blonde's voice. "It's not your problem." If I let him in he'll only hurt me. I have to keep my heart locked away. Aya turned his head away from Yohji and stared at the blankets of his bed. "Just leave me alone, Yohji."
When Yohji didn't move Aya stood up and grabbed his sword. Sweeping it towards the other assassin's neck with barely a sound. Yohji didn't move. He didn't even flinch. Instead he kicked Aya hard in the stomach causing him to drop his sword. Aya looked up just I time to see Yohji grab him by his hair and pull him back up.
"Damn it, Aya! Why can't you just make this easy?"
Aya grunted and punched Yohji hard in the stomach. Yohji gasped and staggered backwards. Aya moved quickly and kicked Yohji hard in the abdomen sending him back against Aya's bed. Aya leapt in the air and landed atop Yohji, pinning him to the bed.
"It's none of your business. Leave me alone." He demanded, glaring down at the boy below him.
Yohji couldn't stand it. It was like one of his late night fantasies. There he was pinned below the beautiful red headed, Aya. God, Aya's eyes were so deep! Yohji could feel his body's liquid heat roaring through his veins. Surging down to his groin. He no longer cared about what Aya would do. He had to act on his emotions.
Aya frowned as he felt heat moving through his body. Why was Yohji causing this in him? Why did he have this strange urge he couldn't quite define? Before Aya could think of anything Yohji swooped his head up and claimed Aya's lips with his own. The older assassin's kiss was long and soft. It overflowed with pent up passion. Aya jerked his head back from Yohji as if Yohji's kiss had seared his lips.
Aya's hands went to his lips as he stuttered, " Why?"
Yohji looked up at Aya. He was so beautiful. His face was flushed, his eyes...god, his eyes. Yohji swallowed the lump forming in the back of his throat. He'd already taken the first step. He could do this. "Because I love you." With that Yohji pulled Aya back down on top of him and pressed his lips against Aya's. Yohji brushed his tongue against Aya's lower lip, causing the red head to gasp and open his mouth. Yohji didn't miss the opportunity. He quickly darted his tongue inside.
Aya's mind was moving a mile a minute. Was this actually happening? Was Yohji Kudo, famous womanizer, really French kissing him?! Aya didn't know what to do. He didn't exactly have a lot of experience in this type of matter. Hell he'd never even had a girlfriend before, let alone a boyfriend! "Yohji...!"
"Yes, Aya?" Aya could feel Yohji's smile brush against his neck as the blonde's kisses began to move lower.
"Yohji...onega! Yamero, onega."
Yohji stopped his kiss assault on Aya's neck and looked up at his teammate. Aya's face was as red as his hair and he actually looked a bit scarred. "Yes, love?"
"Yamero. I can't...." Aya didn't know what to say or do. His mind told him one thing while Ran and his body told him another. "I can't...."
Yohji looked at the fear in Aya's eyes again and realized he had made a mistake in kissing Aya. "Alright. I've stopped." Yohji released Aya and sat up. "This never happened if you don't want it to have happened."
Aya nodded and Yohji stood up . He was about to leave when he turned back to Aya one last time. "Gomen, Aya." Yohji bent over and kissed Aya's forehead before leaving.
* * *
Two weeks had passed since the incident in Aya's room. The two assassins still walked on thin ice with each other. Omi and Ken had both noticed that something was obviously bothering their teammates. They had been trying all week long to get one of them to tell them why they were ignoring each other most of the time, but Aya and Yohji just wouldn't say.
"I'm worried, Ken-kun. What could they have fought about that they wouldn't tell us about? What if it starts to hurt our miss...er...work?" The youngest member of Weiss squeaked as he worried his frets out load.
"I don't think either of them will let it get that bad, Omi. So don't worry."
At few feet away one of the giddy fangirls overheard Omi and Ken's conversation and realized that Aya and Yohji were ignoring each other. Suddenly she just had to tell the other girls that Aya and Yohji had fought about something and weren't speaking to each other. Soon the entire flower shop knew that Yohji and Aya had had a fight.
This caused the already tense situation to become even tenser. Aya appeared to be a time bomb waiting to go off. That little vein in his temple was throbbing big enough for Ken to see all the way across the store.
"This is not good. This is not good." Ken kept repeating. "Omi why don't we close shop before these two decide to kill all our customers."
"Fine. You can be the one to tell Aya to close the shop early."
"What?! That's not fair! I don't want him to kill me!"
"Well I don't want to be run through either. Besides you suggested it, so you can tell him."
"I hate you," Ken glared at Omi.
"No you don't Ken-kun. You love me." Grumbling Ken walked over to the moody red head and told him that Omi and Him had decided to close shop for the day. Soon there was a great deal of pushing and shoving as all the giddy fan girls were forced to leave the shop.
"Thank you! Come again." Omi called out with a smile. Protesting loudly the fan girls all left the shop window and headed for home.
* * *
Aya stormed into his room, locking the door behind him. It had been a long day, which was made even worse by the fact that he still couldn't forget the feeling of Yohji's lips on his. What was worse still was that the entire store knew that something was going on between him and Yohji. Of course they couldn't possibly know what had really happened. Could they?
Sighing Aya moved deeper into the darkened bedroom and began the slow job of peeling off his assassins' uniform. This had been a hard mission and the four of them all seemed very pleased to get home as soon as possible. Aya noted that Omi had pointed out that Yohji must have a date tonight because he had rushed home without bothering to help dispose of the missions "waste".
Aya sat down on his bed and slowly untied his black boots, tossing them easily into the open closet. Finally satisfied that he was going to get some rest Aya pulled back his sheets and crawled into his bed.
"Oi, Aya, I didn't take you for the type to sleep in the nude."
Aya shot up straight and turned on the light beside his bed. The pale yellow glow highlighted the outline of the oldest member of Weiss. He was lying on his back, arms under his head, looking right at Aya through his shades, which were still perched on his nose.
"Damn it, Kudo! Get the hell out of my *bed* and my room!"
"Fine." Yohji removed the blankets that had been resting over his hips and stood up facing the opposite direction of Aya. Which gave the red head a perfect view of Yohji's two milky cheeks. Aya gasped at the sight of those perfect orbs. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab those firm buttocks between his palms. Yohji smiled to himself. He could see desire flicker across Aya's face because of the reflection in his mirror. "I'll leave. ....If that's what you really want me to do?" Yohji turned around to face Aya.
Aya cocked back a moan at the sight of his naked teammate. "Yes. Just go back to your room, Kudo."
Yohji's normal grin disappered. For a moment Aya could see the hurt and loneliness in his eyes, but the moment faded and Yohji's grin returned. Then Yohji walked out of Aya's room, not looking back. The door closed softly behind Yohji and Aya felt regret in his heart that he hadn't accepted Yohji's offer. His body also complained. Weather he wanted to admit it or not, Yohji had gotten to him. He had at the very least gotten Aya's body to respond even if the heart didn't. Yohji sighed and headed to his own room. Why the HELL do I do this to myself ? It's not as if Aya would ever want me...He's so damn cold hearted.
* * *
Another week passed and Aya and Yohji were ignoring each other even more. It had become so bad that Yohji wasn't flirting with any of the girls and he hadn't smiled even once in the past week. Aya had been watching Yohji with great care. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to see Yohji smile again but he couldn't seem to force himself to even speak to his older teammate. Sitting on the hospetal bed beside his sister, Aya, he forced himself to recount the events to her. Although she never moved, he was sure, in his heart, that she heard what he said to her. "What do I do, Aya? I shouldn't let him get to me like this...but I want so badly to be touched and held by loving hands." Aya dropped his head into his hands. "I want him so badly..."
Aya continued to lay there not moving. Aya-Ran sighed and got up. Moving out the door Aya stopped to look back. There was no one left who could hold him. Would it really be so bad to give in? What did he have to lose by allowing Yohji into his heart? He couldn't be hurt anymore than he already was.
With that stuck firmly in his mind, Aya left for the flower shop. He had a long day ahead and talking to Yohji wasn't going to be easy for him. Letting someone in wasn't going to be easy. He had had those shields up so long he didn't know if he could take them down anymore.
*
Yohji stood in his closet. Clothes were tossed out and fell to the floor and onto the bed. He had to get out of this house. He couldn't stand being here with Aya one more moment. The redhead knew that he loved him but he was still being as cold-hearted to Yohji as ever. Inhuman bastard. Tears slided down Yohji's cheeks as he finally found the pants he had been looking for. Shut up, Kudo. It's your own fault for being stupid enough to fall for a man about as passionate as a block of stone.
Yohji pulled the sleek green vinyl pants up his legs and fastened them at his hips. Next came the black velvet shirt. Yohji looked at his refection in the mirrior as he buttoned the shirt up halfway. His face had gotten paler and he had dark circles under his eyes, which were red rimed from all his crying. He couldn't stand his reflection anymore. He didn't even know why he bothered to dress nice anymore. Yes I do. It's because of him. I can't let him know what he's putting me through. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me as the pathetic wreck I've become over his rejection. Slipping on his sunglasses, Yohji left the house and headed towards his favorite nightclub.
The nightclub was filled with warm bodies giratting to the throbbing beat of music that came pounding through the speaks laced throughout the room. Yohji easily slipped between the dancers and made his way to the bar at the far end of the club. Grabbing the first open barstool Yohji sat down and ordered his favorite drink, Sex on the beach. The liquor sent warm tendrils throughout Yohji's cold body, filling it with a false warmth.
*
Aya shut the door of the flower shop behind him and walked through the flower displays directly to Ken. "Ken." Ken turned around to face his redheaded teammate. Aya didn't give him the chance to speak, and besides Ken took one look at the glare Aya tossed him and knew it would be in his best interest to just let Aya talk. "Where. Is. Yohji."
"Aya, Yohji left about forty-five minutes ago. After we began to close shop he went to his room and changed into his clubbing cloths."
"Which club did he go to?"
"Probably his favorite."
Aya glared deeper at Ken. "Which is where?"
*
Yohji was buzzed. He knew that he was on the fast track to becoming completely drunk and he didn't give a rat's ass. He didn't want to think clearly because that would mean that he would be thinking about how badly he wanted to be Aya's boyfriend, Aya's lover. He was so lost in staring at his drink that he never noticed the burly man who approached him from behind. The man stood quietly behind Yohji for a moment before tightly grasping Yohji's shoulder in one of his large hands and spinning him around until they were face to face.
"Hey handsome, come here often?"
Yohji looked the man up and down and decided perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if he let the man have his way with him, whatever it might be. It'd beat slurring out s'mthin' stupid and getting' turned inta meat... "Yeah...I live unda' da * huccup * glasssss..."
The man continued to look Yohji up and down before pulling Yohji up and onto his two feet. "How about you and me have some 'good old fashioned fun' in the back?"
"S'fine... * huccup *... like fun..."
"I'll bet you do." The man leered as he grabbed Yohji by the waist and led him towards the bathroom.
The bathroom was quickly vacated before Yohji and the leering man got to it. As they entered the tilled bathroom the man nodded at two strong men. The moment the two had crossed the threshold the other two men began to guard the doors. The leering man grabbed Yohji with both hands and sat him on the countertop. His large hands deftly unbuttoned Yohji's pants before Yohji could even think about stopping him. Yohji's moan reverberated through the room as his erection sprung free of his pants.
"Well, well, well. It looks like my catch of the day has an impressive piece of meat," the man licked his lip as he spook to Yohji. "I have defenitly lucked out."
"Lucks' s'not real..." Yohji's head throbbed. He had drunk far to many drinks to be able to make any rational thought and he could already feel the peaceful embrace of unconsciousness creeping upon him. He could barely feel the mans hands pulling him closer to the counters edge as his other hand unzipped his own pants, letting them fall to the floor. Some small part of Yohji's mind was beginning to scream out. He couldn't do this! He couldn't let this happen! "No."
"No, what handsome? You can't back out now."
"No...I can't. I don' wan' ta do this."
The mans hands gripped Yohji's hips hard enough to bruise him, "Too bad," as he pulled Yohji onto his waiting shaft. Yohji screamed in pain that wasn't completely physical. It hurt so bad to have this stranger thrusting into his unwilling body. Tears leaked from his glazed green eyes.
Aya! Oh God, Aya help me! Please! I'm sorry! "AYA!!"
Outside Aya studied all the people in the club. The only thing that seemed wrong to Aya were the two men guarding the bathroom. Why would the bathroom need people as big as those two to guard it? Aya carefully weaved his way through the crowd of dancers and towards the restroom. Once he got close enough to the door that the guards realized he was trying to get in, they stepped in his way. "The bathroom's out of order." The dark man replied briskly.
As Aya began to turn away he was stopped dead in his tracks by the screams coming from the bathroom. The sound was unmistakably his name being screamed out in pure terror and pain. No! It can't be! Aya turned and rushed towords the door and the two guards. "Yohji! I'm coming!" As the guards tried to block his entrance they soon found his fist smashing into their stomachs and his feet crashing into the face, knocking both men unconscious. Aya kicked the door down and blanched at the sight before him.
Inside yohji was being slambed back into the mirrior above the counter. The man rapping him was leaving bruises all across the smooth plane of Yohji's body and from between Yohji's thighs and on the counter top, Aya saw a small pool of blood. The man had ripped Yohji open while he visously rapped him. Yohji's glazed eyes saw Aya and cringed in shame even as they swam with relief at his figure. Tears also stained Yohji's face as he continued to cry and scream in pain. "Aya...help...AYA!!"
Aya lunged at the man as Yohji continued to scream in pain. The blond man cries burned into his soul and he felt an anger as strong as the anger he felt for what had been done to his sister. Screaming death at the man Aya slambed his fist into the larger man's face. The man quickly recovered though and launched his own attack on Aya, swinging his fist at Aya. The red head barely avoided the large fist coming at his jaw, however in his attempt to avoid the man's attack he managed to get himself trapped in the far corner of the bathroom. With no place to go but at the larger man in front of him Aya rushed forward crashing head long into the man abdomen. The two went sprawling to the tiled floor, their bodies colliding into the counter on the way down. Moments later Aya made his way up on shaky legs. Looking down he saw the man's blood already pooling around his head.
"Aya....gomen...," croaked Yohji.
Aya rushed to Yohji's side and embraced the taller man, his hands softly stroking Yohji's hair. "Naze?"
"I'm sorry....I'm sorry that I...I was forward with you...."
"Yo-chan," Aya nozzled Yohji's cheek with his own. "You don't have to be sorry. I should be the one apologizing. I pushed you away when I shouldn't have because I was so scared of being hurt and by doing so I got you raped." Aya's tears ran down his cheeks and onto Yohji's. "Can you ever forgive me, Yo-chan?"
Yohji smiled weakly at the tearful read head holding him in his arms. "Only if you promise to keep calling me Yo-chan."
"Whatever you want, Yo-chan. Whatever you want. I promis."
: Yahoo! I finished it! Not too shabby. Although it got a bit sappy at the end.:
Yohji: I don't know I kinda' liked the end.
Aya: hnn.
Yohji: Although it would be better if I got to have some kinky sex in the bathroom with Aya. *hint hint*
Aya: Shi-ne, Yohji!!
: Boys! Don't hurt each other! Other wise I 'll never get to make a sequel! :