Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Belonging To Someone ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Rain Camui 
Yoji x Aya. Yaoi, Lemon. Aya's having trouble trusting Yoji...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.21.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
Yoji x Aya. Yaoi, Lemon. Aya's having trouble trusting Yoji...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.21.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Not mine...anyone want to give them to me?
Warning: Yaoi, Sap, Spoilers, OOC, Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoji x Aya
Feedback: Yes, please!
Dedication: For Sardius! ^__^
*****
Belonging To Someone:
The warm glow coming from the setting sun illuminated Fujimiya Aya's pale form as he snuggled up against his lover, Kudou Yoji. Strong arms wrapped themselves around Aya's slim waist, pulling him closer into a warm embrace that shielded him from the world and anything that dared to harm him. In that moment, everything was perfect: the world, the atmosphere, and the inner peace that wrapped itself around two beating hearts. Could something so perfect last forever?
"We should do this more often," Yoji murmured against Aya's ear.
Aya nodded his head in silent agreement. He couldn't remember the last time he felt at peace; ever since his sister went unconscious, due to the cold-blooded Takatori, he had been functioning on autopilot, concerned with only one thing: revenge.
Then along came Yoji, sweeping him off his feet with his charm and good looks. At first, Aya had completely ignored the blond assassin; he couldn't afford to have any distractions; his only concern was killing Takatori Reiji: Omi's father. He refused to be fazed by Yoji's advances and unbidden flirting. Yet, the more he tried to ignore him, the more Aya found himself thinking about him. Aya refused to become another notch on Yoji's belt, but Yoji had been persistent. As the months passed, Aya felt the barriers he had surrounded himself with start to crumble. Eventually, Yoji had slipped Aya a kiss after one of their missions. Aya had been lost ever since.
"You're shaking," Yoji said with surprise.
"It's getting cold," Aya replied as another shiver raced through him.
Yoji chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around Aya. "No wonder you're always wearing long sleeves."
Aya gave a soft growl and rested his head against Yoji's shoulder, inhaling deeply.
Spices.
Yoji smelled like rich spices.
"We should get back soon," Aya mumbled against Yoji's neck. "We might have a mission tonight."
"Omi and Ken will let us know if they need our help," Yoji replied as he tucked Aya's hair behind his ears.
A gentle kiss was placed on the outer shell of Aya's ear, sending shivers down the redheads' spine as warm breath tickled his skin. Violet eyes fluttered closed when soft butterfly kisses were placed along the side of Aya's pale neck, eliciting a soft moan from rose-petal lips.
"Beautiful," Yoji murmured as he gently stroked Aya's arms.
How could anything feel so perfect? Aya wondered when warm fingers traced the sides of his body up and down. He gasped when naughty fingers slipped under the pale-red sweater he was wearing, stroking his skin. Sheer sensation arched down to Aya's growing arousal; a blanket of pleasure wrapping around him in a tight hold. All he wanted to do was melt into Yoji's body, where the two could become one, never to be separated by anyone.
Arching his back like a slippery fish, Aya moved into Yoji's gentle caresses. It felt strange to have someone touch him so intimately. For three months, they had been together, holding each other tight and stealing kisses when no one was looking; there was never any time for them to proceed further; along with Aya's fears of becoming intimate. Yoji's reputation as a 'playboy' hadn't been something Aya could ignore. Which was why Aya stopped Yoji's hands from roaming higher, where they had been seconds away from stroking his hard nipples.
"Stop," Aya managed to gasp in-between pants. Even though his body ached to become one with Yoji, his mind was afraid of what would happen if he did. Taking in a shuddering breath, Aya pushed his red sweater down and removed Yoji's hands from his bare skin. "I...I..."
"Shhh." Yoji lifted Aya's head from his shoulder. Two hands placed themselves on both sides of Aya's face, and Yoji leaned forward, capturing those tempting lips in a sweet kiss. "We'll wait," he told Aya softly.
Warmth flooded Aya and he offered Yoji a soft smile; it was just the slightest of tugs at the corners of his mouth, but his gratitude was evident in those expressive violet eyes.
"Let's go," Yoji said.
He helped Aya stand up and brushed some grass off of Aya's bottom. That earned him a non-threatening death glare, in which he chuckled and threw an arm around Aya's shoulders.
"Lighten up, baby," he said with a slight smirk. "You don't want to walk around with grass on your butt, do you?"
Yoji had obviously broken the romantic atmosphere, which earned him another glare from his silent boyfriend.
"I could have done it myself," Aya huffed as he patted his bottom in annoyance, making sure there were no grass stains on his pants.
"You're so cute," Yoji smiled, tapping the tip of Aya's nose with his finger. "My annoyed little Abyssinian."
Aya didn't like the comment Yoji had just made, but he liked the first word that he used in that sentence: my.
"I wonder if Omi and Ken cooked dinner," Yoji said as the two assassins headed back to the flower shop. "I'm hungry." As if to emphasize his words, his stomach gave a loud growl, which made Aya smile on the inside.
"Ken and Omi cooking," Aya mused. "We'll be lucky if the flower shop hasn't burned down."
Yoji stopped walking to stare at his boyfriend. His eyes were wide and his jaw had dropped open. Aya raised a delicate eyebrow in question, frowning a little at Yoji's dumbfounded look.
What? Aya wondered
"Kami-sama," Yoji said with his eyes still wide. "Did I just hear you make a joke?"
Aya's frown deepened and he scowled a little. "Am I not allowed to make a joke?"
"No, no." Yoji shook his head. "It's just...weird...coming from you."
Aya crossed his arms over his chest, unconsciously pouting.
Yoji found the expression incredibly kawaii, and he pulled Aya into his arms and kissed him hard, pushing his tongue into Aya's mouth.
Aya moaned in delight when he felt Yoji's tongue lick at every surface of his mouth. He pushed his own tongue deeper into Yoji's mouth, tasting, and licking, and twining his tongue with Yoji's in a slick dance.
The heat of Aya's mouth consumed Yoji, and he had to pull away before he stripped Aya of his clothing and took him right there on the sidewalk.
When they broke apart, they were both panting. Yoji noted with possessive pride that Aya's lips were swollen from his kiss.
"Let's stop somewhere and grab something to eat," he suggested.
Aya nodded.
*****
Over the next few months, Yoji seemed to go out of his way to please Aya. It was as though Yoji knew Aya was tentative when it came to trusting him--not that Yoji had done anything to break Aya's trust. Aya just found it hard to believe that Yoji wanted to be with _him_, rather than be buried deep inside of him.
It started out with a flower a day. Yoji would hand Aya a particular flower, which complimented the mood Aya was in. He followed the gesture with a sweet kiss, but never proceeded any further than Aya allowed.
Eventually, Aya began to thaw and he warmed to Yoji far more than he ever thought possible. He never thought Yoji could be a sweet romantic, and he never thought he could turn to butter over the gestures.
Yet, he was still afraid, though he wanted to do something for Yoji. After doing a little research on the internet, he realized he _could_ do something for Yoji, without overstepping the limits he set for himself.
He waited for a night when Ken and Omi went out, leaving the apartment vacant except for him and Yoji. The tall blond assassin was sitting on the living room couch, smoking a cigarette and watching TV, when Aya took a seat next to him, fidgeting in his nervousness.
"Are you hungry?" Yoji asked as he swung an arm around Aya's shoulder, pulling him closer. "There's still some leftovers in the fridge."
Aya shook his head in the negative, stealing a quick glance at Yoji's handsome face. Warm, chocolate eyes were fixed on the television screen in front of them, and Aya shifted slightly, resting the side of his head on Yoji's shoulder.
Some minutes passed before Aya lifted tentative fingers and began massaging Yoji's flat stomach through the fabric of his shirt. Yoji remained silent as Aya placed gentle kisses along his neck: a light, feathery touch that caused a tremble to arc through him.
"What are you doing?" Yoji managed to gasp.
Aya didn't bother to give a reply. Moist, soft lips captured Yoji's mouth in a hot kiss: tongues dueling as heat grew within them. Yoji buried his fingers in Aya's soft hair, gently massaging his scalp and pulling his face closer. White-fire rushed through both of them when Aya settled himself on Yoji's lap, wrapping his arms around Yoji's neck, and kissing him for all he was worth. The press of Yoji's arousal brushed Aya's jean-clad bottom, sending a wave of satisfaction throughout the pleased redhead.
Searching blindly, Yoji reached for the remote and turned the TV off. A blanket of darkness wrapped around them. The only light came from the moons soft glow, filtering in through the windows and illuminating one side of the room.
Aya broke off the kiss to gasp for air; his lungs heaving and his lips throbbing. He rubbed his bottom experimentally over Yoji's clothed arousal, earning him a slight gasp that burst from the blond's lips.
"Aya," Yoji groaned as he lowered his hands to the couch and gripped the material. It was taking all of his self-control not to thrust up and gain more friction. Aya was sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body with each rub of his firm bottom. Aya had never approached him like this before. Sure they kissed and held each other at night, but not once had Aya attempted to seduce him. "Stop," he gasped.
Upon hearing the word 'stop', Aya peered at Yoji questioningly.
"Am I doing something wrong?" he asked.
Yoji shook his head. "N-No...it's just...you're not ready."
"Relax," Aya murmured.
He smiled at Yoji in a way that made him shiver. He watched as Aya lowered himself to the floor, where he settled himself between Yoji's legs and licked his lips. A whimper escaped him when Aya began to tug on his zipper, lowering each tooth, while keeping their gazes locked. Once Aya had the zipper down, he unbuttoned his button, lifted the hem of his shirt up, and began softly licking at the skin below his belly button. Each stroke of that hot, moist tongue sent jolts throughout Yoji and caused his erection to start throbbing. He could already feel the wetness soaking into his boxer shorts, which were partially exposed from the top of his pants, which was parted. Yoji never thought Aya could be such a seductive devil.
Yoji's eyes fluttered shut and he tilted his head back against the couch, groaning as Aya's soft licks headed lower. When he felt a gentle tugging at his pants, he lifted his hips up, allowing Aya to strip him of his pants and boxers.
Cool night air brushed the tip of Yoji's arousal, and he gripped the couch beneath him, tighter, anticipating Aya's next move. A groan slipped from his lips when that hot, devilish tongue slipped into his slit, which dripped pre-cum.
Aya moaned at the taste of Yoji and lapped at his cock happily. Yoji tasted bittersweet, and Aya yearned to receive more of him. He mimicked what he saw when he was on the internet, and wrapped his slim fingers around the base of Yoji's erection. His other hand rested against Yoji's upper thigh, supporting his weight as his body curved forward.
Experimentally, Aya swirled his tongue around the smooth head of Yoji's cock. He followed the movement with an upward stroke of his hand, which brought a new bead of pre-cum to the surface, which he licked. Wanting more of Yoji's wonderful taste, he continued his ministrations, earning delightful moans from Yoji, who had buried his hands into Aya's hair.
Yoji gave a loud yelp when Aya suddenly deep-throated him. His eyes snapped open and his head moved forward. Chancing a look down, he found Aya's beautiful face buried against his crotch. Both of Aya's hands were now pressed against his thighs, and he was bobbing his head up and down, taking all of Yoji into his incredible mouth. The sight alone caused Yoji to grow harder. In an attempt to slow down his urge to climax, he bit on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
Aya was enjoying the loud groans Yoji was making. His own arousal pulsed in the confines of his pants, but he was only focused on Yoji's pleasure. The blond had done so much for him already, this was the least Aya could do.
Aya's cheeks drew in as he sucked harder. He hoped he was doing things right. He could feel Yoji's muscles tensing beneath him, so he sucked harder and faster on Yoji's hard cock. The wonderful feel of the hot, velvet flesh in his mouth made Aya moan, sending vibrations down Yoji's hypersensitive erection.
Yoji lost all self-control when Aya moaned around him. Throwing caution to the wind, he began to push his hips up into the hot, silken cavern that caressed every inch of his hard arousal. He could feel Aya's body tense in surprise. Then the redhead accepted him and allowed him to thrust into that willing mouth. Yoji pushed into Aya's mouth in abandon. Aya was so hot and velvety all around him. Every time he pushed his hips up, Aya managed to suck hard on his sensitive head. The ticklish fingers of climax tingled around him. He threw his head back and let out a loud groan. Aya met his arousal thrust for thrust: when Yoji pushed up, Aya brought his mouth down. It was a vicious circle that had Yoji's cock twitching, on the verge of climax.
With one last upward push of his hips, Yoji gripped Aya's hair and spilled himself into the redheads' mouth. Shot after shot of his orgasm hit the back of Aya's throat, and Aya happily swallowed all of Yoji's sweet climax, sucking harder at the flared tip to gain more of his rich taste.
When the last of Yoji's trembles from climax disappeared, he collapsed against the couch and pulled Aya up to straddle him. Then he kissed Aya's swollen lips and expressed his gratitude through their wet kiss. When he felt Aya's clothed arousal, he moved his hand down, in an attempt to bring Aya off, but the redhead stopped him and said, "You don't have to."
"But I want to," Yoji said.
Aya shook his head. "I did this for you. It's all about you tonight."
Yoji was about to protest, but Aya silenced him with another kiss.
Aya smiled around Yoji's mouth when he felt Yoji's arousal begin to stir again.
*****
The next morning, Aya awoke inside of Yoji's bedroom. There was no sign of his blond boyfriend, but the scent of him lingered on his white bed-sheets. He sat up slowly and stretched out his long body, yawning at the same time. Then the bedroom door opened and Yoji stepped inside, carrying a tray filled with food and a warm smile on his face.
"Ohayo, Aya," Yoji said with a laugh. The expression on Aya's face was pure puzzlement. "Hungry?"
Slowly, Aya nodded his head, bewildered. No one had ever brought him breakfast in bed before.
"Good," Yoji said as he placed the tray over Aya's lap and tucked his red hair behind his ears. "This is the only thing I know how to make."
Aya looked down at his plate and found rice, scrambled eggs, and a few strips of bacon. He picked up his chopsticks, and on a whim he planted a soft kiss on Yoji's cheek.
Yoji really cared about him, didn't he?
*****
A few weeks went by and Aya found himself completely lost to Kudou Yoji. He no longer had any fears of Yoji leaving him; the blond had proven himself through his actions. And as the saying goes: "Actions speak louder than words."
Weiß had been given a new mission a few days ago. There was a group of scientists' who were placing strange chemicals in a bottle of sunscreen they were marketing, which targeted mostly the young children. Weiß was dispatched to take care of the scientists', who were manufacturing their products in a warehouse near the coastline. After they carried out their mission, Yoji managed to convince the others that a day on the beach wouldn't do them any harm.
So now, Aya watched as Yoji, Ken, and Omi played volleyball a few feet away from him. He kept himself safely out of the suns reach by sitting under a large umbrella, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, despite the odd looks he was receiving. The others tried to get him to play at least one game with them, saying that his skin needed a tan, but Aya refused. Besides, Yoji was playing against Ken and Omi, and he was losing quite badly to the pair.
"Umph!" Yoji groaned as he landed on the hot sand, where he tried to hit the ball, but failed miserably.
Aya almost laughed, but he caught himself before the sound could leave his lips. Yoji's upper body was completely covered in sand, along with his baggy surf-shorts and his long, slender legs.
Then, a few girls stopped by to watch the game, eyeing the three of them with their hungry eyes. One of them, a girl with a nicely proportioned body, sidled up to Yoji and batted her eyelashes at him.
Anger and possessiveness immediately flared inside of Aya. He grit his teeth as the girl outwardly flirted with Yoji. When his violet eyes studied Yoji's face, he could see the blond smiling, obviously flirting with the girl.
Bastard! Aya thought as he seethed under his umbrella. He was so stupid to have trusted Yoji!
Then Yoji turned his head and looked at him. Aya saw him say something to the girl, who in turn frowned slightly and looked at him. Then Yoji walked over to him and offered Aya one of his hands. For a moment, Aya just glared at him suspiciously, but eventually took his hand and allowed Yoji to pull him up.
"You have such a green eyes, koi." Yoji smiled and offered Aya a light kiss. "Follow me."
Aya allowed Yoji to take his hand, and he followed his boyfriend down the beach to a private area. Once there, Yoji sat down and motioned for Aya to sit next to him.
"You remember my old lover, Asuka, right?" Yoji said after a moment of silence.
Aya nodded his head slowly and bit his lower lip in nervousness.
"She's the only person I've ever loved," Yoji said as he sifted some sand between his fingers. "I never thought I would fall in love again."
"But then you came along with your gorgeous looks and cold demeanor. I knew there was more to you than what you presented. I wanted to bring that out. I wanted you to feel happiness." Yoji chuckled. "I thought you and I were a lot alike. I thought you were someone I could relate to."
"I never thought I would fall in love with you."
Aya's heart had begun to pound harder and harder with every word Yoji spoke. When he said that last sentence, his heart seemed to stop altogether.
"N-Nani?" Aya managed to ask.
Yoji smiled. "I love you, Aya. There's no reason for you to get jealous." He wrapped an arm around Aya's shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere."
Love and warmth wrapped around Aya in a tight embrace. He had realized that Yoji cared for him deeply, but he never dreamed that Yoji could grow to love him. He didn't deserve to be loved. Yet looking up at Yoji's warm and honest face, he couldn't help but crave the emotion Yoji was offering him.
"I--" Aya wanted to tell Yoji he didn't deserve love, but the words died in his throat, along with his willpower to push Yoji away. His heart chose to remain selfish, and he clung onto the feeling Yoji was offering him.
"Ai shiteru," Aya whispered. He buried his face against Yoji's neck, inhaling deeply and closing his violet eyes.
*****
When Aya re-opened his eyes, night had fallen and stars sprinkled the sky. He found himself sprawled across a blanket, which hadn't been there before, and Yoji lay beside him, snoring softly in his sleep.
Yoji probably grabbed the blanket when he had fallen asleep.
Unlike earlier, when the beach had been filled with laughter and children's shouts, the dunes were now quiet as the wind whistled through the air. A slight shiver ran through Aya, and he snuggled up closer against his sleeping boyfriend.
For a moment, Aya laid there in silence, thinking about he and Yoji's earlier confessions. Could their relationship possibly last? Almost every night they risked their lives. What would happen if one of them didn't make it back? What would he do? What would Yoji do?
Aya shook his head and forced those thoughts out of his mind. There was no use thinking about things like that. All he needed to concentrate on was the time they had now, where nothing and no one could come between them.
Aya made his decision. He would offer Yoji everything he had: his heart, his soul, and his love. It was hard to believe he possessed those three things, but Yoji brought it out of him like a moth to a flame.
Rolling over slightly, so that he was facing Yoji, Aya ran his fingers through Yoji's blond hair. Then he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Yoji's lips, smiling a little when Yoji began to stir.
Feelings he never felt before rushed through him when Yoji's eyes opened. Moonlight fell down from the sky, creating a romantic atmosphere, which brought fire to Aya's veins. He wanted to become one with Yoji, in a way that the two of them hadn't been together before; he wanted to merge with Yoji in the most intimate of acts.
As if Yoji could read his mind, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Aya's. It was a slow merging of the lips: soft little presses that continued over and over. Love and desire flooded through Aya, and he pressed himself closer so that he and Yoji were flush together. His rose-petal lips parted when Yoji pushed his tongue into his mouth, gently coaxing him into a one-on-one duel. Aya let out a contented sigh and wrapped his arms around Yoji's neck. Then he twined their legs together, trying to meld their bodies into one being. He wanted to be closer, and closer, and closer...
Yoji let out a soft moan when Aya practically crawled on top of him. He could tell the redhead wanted to be as close as possible. He wanted to be just as close, which is why he slipped a hand into the back of Aya's pants, tickling his way down into the cleft of Aya's bottom. Then he pulled away from Aya's lips and attacked the redheads' pale throat. His tongue lashed at the soft, warm skin, tasting a bit of salt and sweetness at the same time. Yoji knew that Aya was incredibly sensitive on his throat, so he stroked at the skin harder, leaving hot and wet trails in its wake. It was strange how Aya always seemed to be cold when it was late at night, but at the same time have his body burning hot to Yoji's touch.
"Make love to me," Aya managed to gasp.
Aya's breathless request sent a jolt straight down to Yoji's growing erection. He didn't hesitate when he circled two fingers around Aya's tight entrance. It made his heart warm to know Aya cared, and trusted him, enough to offer himself so completely to him.
When Yoji pushed one finger into Aya's passage, the redhead let out a muted gasp and buried his face against Yoji's neck. It felt strange to feel one of Yoji's fingers inside his body, but it didn't hurt, and he knew there would be pleasure eventually.
As Yoji slowly worked his finger in and out of Aya's body, he could feel his soon-to-be-lover begin to relax around him. He wasn't surprised at how tight Aya seemed to be, so he took his time stretching him, making sure there was no pain.
"Take off your pants," Yoji whispered as he pushed another finger into Aya's bottom. "And your shirt," he added, quickly, when Aya began to tug at his zipper and button.
Aya could feel Yoji's gaze on him when he lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his naked torso to Yoji's hungry eyes. The cold wind embraced him and another shiver went through him, bringing a string of goose-bumps across his pale skin. A faint blush crept into his cheeks as he began to tug his pants down his body. When the task seemed impossible without standing up, Yoji withdrew his fingers and Aya stood above him.
Yoji's mouth went dry when Aya stood above him, slowly tugging his pants down narrow hips. Aya looked beautiful standing there in front of him: the clear, night sky and dark, rolling waves providing a calm background; and Aya's gorgeous body, revealed completely to him for the first time. Hard, lean muscles graced Aya's pale skin, completely flawless, except for a few scars here and there. His wine-colored hair blew gently with the wind, reminding Yoji of a fallen angel sent to Earth just for him. Almost unconsciously, he pulled his surf-shorts down his legs and tossed them to the side, forgetting about them completely. He and Aya were both naked.
"Come here," Yoji whispered huskily.
Aya lowered himself onto Yoji's body once again, only this time they were both naked: bare skin pressed against bare skin. He moaned quietly and spread his legs apart: one leg on each side of Yoji's gorgeous body, using his knees to support his weight. Then he placed his arms on each side of Yoji's upper body, so that he was crouched over his naked koibito with his bottom raised slightly in the air.
"Beautiful..." Yoji traced a finger down Aya's spine, eliciting a shiver and a moan from the gorgeous redhead.
Aya pressed his mouth against Yoji's in a wet kiss: tongues colliding in a sweet dance of desire. He closed his eyes and moaned when Yoji caught his lower lip between his teeth and started sucking on it, hard, but not painfully so.
Another moan burst from Aya's lips when Yoji returned his fingers to Aya's passage, still wet from his natural juices, and stretched and waiting for penetration.
Two fingers worked their way in and out of Aya's entrance. Then another joined the journey, preparing Aya for the swollen cock that pulsed between Yoji's legs. When Yoji was satisfied that Aya had been stretched enough, he positioned his arousal and rubbed the slick head against Aya's passage.
"Are you sure you want this?" Yoji asked. "We can still wait if you're not ready."
"I'm fine," Aya breathed, needing to feel Yoji inside him. He had grown accustomed to the sensation of Yoji working his fingers inside of him, and now that they were no longer there, he felt empty and alone with them gone. "I need you," Aya moaned, biting on his swollen bottom lip.
Yoji growled and gripped Aya's slim hips. Then he began pushing into Aya's body, slipping pass the tight ring of muscle, and sinking into hot, velvet depths of tight, wet muscle.
Aya felt his eyebrows draw together when Yoji began entering him. A dull, burning pain swept up the length of his spine, before disappearing in a wash of pleasure that came with the sensation of being filled, inch-by-inch. He lifted himself from his crouched position and pushed his hips down onto Yoji's aching hardness. His own arousal stood tall and proud against his flat stomach, leaking a bead of pre-cum at the tip as pleasure had its way with him.
And still, Yoji was pushing into him. He felt filled beyond capacity, yet he yearned to have all of Yoji. When the blond stopped pushing, Aya opened his eyes, which had fallen shut, and looked down at his panting boyfriend.
"Love you," Yoji moaned, trying to focus on something other than the tight heat that gripped his throbbing cock. If he didn't find a distraction, their joining wouldn't last long.
"Yoji," Aya groaned, running his tongue across his bottom lip. "Make love to me," he urged, needing to feel Yoji moving deep inside of him. "I want you..."
Those words sent fire racing to Yoji's groin. He growled possessively as he wrapped a hand around Aya's cock and began stroking the hard flesh slowly and tortuously. At the same time, he began thrusting, driving his cock into the warm depths of Aya's sweet body. A strangled cry was his reward; a musical symphony of pleasure. He knew he nailed Aya's prostate, because the redhead began to shudder, and each thrust of his hips brought a loud moan from his panting lover.
Aya began meeting Yoji thrust-for-thrust. He needed him to do it faster, harder, and deeper. The hand around his arousal was still stroking slowly, an unmatched pace to the drive of Yoji's cock into his body. Pleasure fuddled his mind and he didn't care how loud he was moaning. Yoji's erection was brushing his prostate with each stroke, sending waves of warm pleasure arching through his sensitized body. He wanted so much more from Yoji's cock; he decided to voice his needs verbally.
"Harder, Yoji," Aya groaned. "I need it harder...and faster..."
"Oh, God, Aya."
Did Aya realize how much it turned Yoji on to hear him beg?
"Harder!" Aya cried, riding Yoji's cock harder and harder.
"Aya..." Yoji moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust. However, he couldn't give Aya what he was begging for in the position he was in. So, he flipped them over quickly, pushing Aya down onto the blanket, and began pounding into his supple body, which began to form a thin sheen of sweat from the heat exchanged between them.
"YOJI!!!" Aya cried, clawing at Yoji's back with his short fingernails. He wrapped his long legs around Yoji's waist and clung to him, tightly, urging him to go deeper, and harder into his willing body.
The sensation of Yoji's hard length pushing in and out of his body had the redhead mewling in pleasure; never had he ever felt something so good. His nails were digging into Yoji's back so deep, he was sure there would be marks there when this was all over.
"Touch yourself," Yoji groaned as he increased his thrusts. He had abandoned Aya's arousal when he flipped them over, and his hands were now gripping Aya's slim hips, keeping him in place from his forceful thrusts.
Aya threw his head back and moaned louder than he had before. He stroked his arousal rapidly, meeting the same, driving pace of Yoji's thrusts. The double sensation muddled his thoughts into a whirlpool of pleasure, and he tossed his head back and forth, begging Yoji to do him harder.
Yoji could feel his climax soon approaching. Aya's tight passage caressed every inch of his driving cock. The redhead was so tight around him: hot, velvet muscles clenching and unclenching on his hard cock. Being inside of Aya was the closest he would ever get to heaven. Though, he was sure being inside of Aya _was_ heaven. He looked down at his squirming lover, who was stroking his arousal in time with his thrusts. Aya's wine-colored hair was plastered to his forehead, and his mouth was dropped open in an 'o' shape, eliciting sweet moans from his tender lips. His final undoing was watching Aya's face contort when he reached climax: Aya had thrown his head back, exposing his swan-like neck, and his body when rigid as shot after shot of hot climax splashed across his pale abs and covered slim fingers. As each shot left him, the hot, wet muscles of Aya's passage clamped down on him. White-fire pooled in his groin and shot out of his cock in spurts, coating Aya's insides and claiming the redhead as his.
When their climax finally subsided, Yoji rolled onto his side, reluctantly pulling out of Aya. He could hear his heart pounding against his ears and he wrapped a possessive arm around Aya's waist.
"You're mine now," he whispered huskily.
Aya smiled against the darkness and snuggled up into his embrace. "You're mine, too." He closed his eyes and sighed happily.
It felt nice to belong to someone.
~ Owari ~
Warning: Yaoi, Sap, Spoilers, OOC, Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoji x Aya
Feedback: Yes, please!
Dedication: For Sardius! ^__^
*****
Belonging To Someone:
The warm glow coming from the setting sun illuminated Fujimiya Aya's pale form as he snuggled up against his lover, Kudou Yoji. Strong arms wrapped themselves around Aya's slim waist, pulling him closer into a warm embrace that shielded him from the world and anything that dared to harm him. In that moment, everything was perfect: the world, the atmosphere, and the inner peace that wrapped itself around two beating hearts. Could something so perfect last forever?
"We should do this more often," Yoji murmured against Aya's ear.
Aya nodded his head in silent agreement. He couldn't remember the last time he felt at peace; ever since his sister went unconscious, due to the cold-blooded Takatori, he had been functioning on autopilot, concerned with only one thing: revenge.
Then along came Yoji, sweeping him off his feet with his charm and good looks. At first, Aya had completely ignored the blond assassin; he couldn't afford to have any distractions; his only concern was killing Takatori Reiji: Omi's father. He refused to be fazed by Yoji's advances and unbidden flirting. Yet, the more he tried to ignore him, the more Aya found himself thinking about him. Aya refused to become another notch on Yoji's belt, but Yoji had been persistent. As the months passed, Aya felt the barriers he had surrounded himself with start to crumble. Eventually, Yoji had slipped Aya a kiss after one of their missions. Aya had been lost ever since.
"You're shaking," Yoji said with surprise.
"It's getting cold," Aya replied as another shiver raced through him.
Yoji chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around Aya. "No wonder you're always wearing long sleeves."
Aya gave a soft growl and rested his head against Yoji's shoulder, inhaling deeply.
Spices.
Yoji smelled like rich spices.
"We should get back soon," Aya mumbled against Yoji's neck. "We might have a mission tonight."
"Omi and Ken will let us know if they need our help," Yoji replied as he tucked Aya's hair behind his ears.
A gentle kiss was placed on the outer shell of Aya's ear, sending shivers down the redheads' spine as warm breath tickled his skin. Violet eyes fluttered closed when soft butterfly kisses were placed along the side of Aya's pale neck, eliciting a soft moan from rose-petal lips.
"Beautiful," Yoji murmured as he gently stroked Aya's arms.
How could anything feel so perfect? Aya wondered when warm fingers traced the sides of his body up and down. He gasped when naughty fingers slipped under the pale-red sweater he was wearing, stroking his skin. Sheer sensation arched down to Aya's growing arousal; a blanket of pleasure wrapping around him in a tight hold. All he wanted to do was melt into Yoji's body, where the two could become one, never to be separated by anyone.
Arching his back like a slippery fish, Aya moved into Yoji's gentle caresses. It felt strange to have someone touch him so intimately. For three months, they had been together, holding each other tight and stealing kisses when no one was looking; there was never any time for them to proceed further; along with Aya's fears of becoming intimate. Yoji's reputation as a 'playboy' hadn't been something Aya could ignore. Which was why Aya stopped Yoji's hands from roaming higher, where they had been seconds away from stroking his hard nipples.
"Stop," Aya managed to gasp in-between pants. Even though his body ached to become one with Yoji, his mind was afraid of what would happen if he did. Taking in a shuddering breath, Aya pushed his red sweater down and removed Yoji's hands from his bare skin. "I...I..."
"Shhh." Yoji lifted Aya's head from his shoulder. Two hands placed themselves on both sides of Aya's face, and Yoji leaned forward, capturing those tempting lips in a sweet kiss. "We'll wait," he told Aya softly.
Warmth flooded Aya and he offered Yoji a soft smile; it was just the slightest of tugs at the corners of his mouth, but his gratitude was evident in those expressive violet eyes.
"Let's go," Yoji said.
He helped Aya stand up and brushed some grass off of Aya's bottom. That earned him a non-threatening death glare, in which he chuckled and threw an arm around Aya's shoulders.
"Lighten up, baby," he said with a slight smirk. "You don't want to walk around with grass on your butt, do you?"
Yoji had obviously broken the romantic atmosphere, which earned him another glare from his silent boyfriend.
"I could have done it myself," Aya huffed as he patted his bottom in annoyance, making sure there were no grass stains on his pants.
"You're so cute," Yoji smiled, tapping the tip of Aya's nose with his finger. "My annoyed little Abyssinian."
Aya didn't like the comment Yoji had just made, but he liked the first word that he used in that sentence: my.
"I wonder if Omi and Ken cooked dinner," Yoji said as the two assassins headed back to the flower shop. "I'm hungry." As if to emphasize his words, his stomach gave a loud growl, which made Aya smile on the inside.
"Ken and Omi cooking," Aya mused. "We'll be lucky if the flower shop hasn't burned down."
Yoji stopped walking to stare at his boyfriend. His eyes were wide and his jaw had dropped open. Aya raised a delicate eyebrow in question, frowning a little at Yoji's dumbfounded look.
What? Aya wondered
"Kami-sama," Yoji said with his eyes still wide. "Did I just hear you make a joke?"
Aya's frown deepened and he scowled a little. "Am I not allowed to make a joke?"
"No, no." Yoji shook his head. "It's just...weird...coming from you."
Aya crossed his arms over his chest, unconsciously pouting.
Yoji found the expression incredibly kawaii, and he pulled Aya into his arms and kissed him hard, pushing his tongue into Aya's mouth.
Aya moaned in delight when he felt Yoji's tongue lick at every surface of his mouth. He pushed his own tongue deeper into Yoji's mouth, tasting, and licking, and twining his tongue with Yoji's in a slick dance.
The heat of Aya's mouth consumed Yoji, and he had to pull away before he stripped Aya of his clothing and took him right there on the sidewalk.
When they broke apart, they were both panting. Yoji noted with possessive pride that Aya's lips were swollen from his kiss.
"Let's stop somewhere and grab something to eat," he suggested.
Aya nodded.
*****
Over the next few months, Yoji seemed to go out of his way to please Aya. It was as though Yoji knew Aya was tentative when it came to trusting him--not that Yoji had done anything to break Aya's trust. Aya just found it hard to believe that Yoji wanted to be with _him_, rather than be buried deep inside of him.
It started out with a flower a day. Yoji would hand Aya a particular flower, which complimented the mood Aya was in. He followed the gesture with a sweet kiss, but never proceeded any further than Aya allowed.
Eventually, Aya began to thaw and he warmed to Yoji far more than he ever thought possible. He never thought Yoji could be a sweet romantic, and he never thought he could turn to butter over the gestures.
Yet, he was still afraid, though he wanted to do something for Yoji. After doing a little research on the internet, he realized he _could_ do something for Yoji, without overstepping the limits he set for himself.
He waited for a night when Ken and Omi went out, leaving the apartment vacant except for him and Yoji. The tall blond assassin was sitting on the living room couch, smoking a cigarette and watching TV, when Aya took a seat next to him, fidgeting in his nervousness.
"Are you hungry?" Yoji asked as he swung an arm around Aya's shoulder, pulling him closer. "There's still some leftovers in the fridge."
Aya shook his head in the negative, stealing a quick glance at Yoji's handsome face. Warm, chocolate eyes were fixed on the television screen in front of them, and Aya shifted slightly, resting the side of his head on Yoji's shoulder.
Some minutes passed before Aya lifted tentative fingers and began massaging Yoji's flat stomach through the fabric of his shirt. Yoji remained silent as Aya placed gentle kisses along his neck: a light, feathery touch that caused a tremble to arc through him.
"What are you doing?" Yoji managed to gasp.
Aya didn't bother to give a reply. Moist, soft lips captured Yoji's mouth in a hot kiss: tongues dueling as heat grew within them. Yoji buried his fingers in Aya's soft hair, gently massaging his scalp and pulling his face closer. White-fire rushed through both of them when Aya settled himself on Yoji's lap, wrapping his arms around Yoji's neck, and kissing him for all he was worth. The press of Yoji's arousal brushed Aya's jean-clad bottom, sending a wave of satisfaction throughout the pleased redhead.
Searching blindly, Yoji reached for the remote and turned the TV off. A blanket of darkness wrapped around them. The only light came from the moons soft glow, filtering in through the windows and illuminating one side of the room.
Aya broke off the kiss to gasp for air; his lungs heaving and his lips throbbing. He rubbed his bottom experimentally over Yoji's clothed arousal, earning him a slight gasp that burst from the blond's lips.
"Aya," Yoji groaned as he lowered his hands to the couch and gripped the material. It was taking all of his self-control not to thrust up and gain more friction. Aya was sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body with each rub of his firm bottom. Aya had never approached him like this before. Sure they kissed and held each other at night, but not once had Aya attempted to seduce him. "Stop," he gasped.
Upon hearing the word 'stop', Aya peered at Yoji questioningly.
"Am I doing something wrong?" he asked.
Yoji shook his head. "N-No...it's just...you're not ready."
"Relax," Aya murmured.
He smiled at Yoji in a way that made him shiver. He watched as Aya lowered himself to the floor, where he settled himself between Yoji's legs and licked his lips. A whimper escaped him when Aya began to tug on his zipper, lowering each tooth, while keeping their gazes locked. Once Aya had the zipper down, he unbuttoned his button, lifted the hem of his shirt up, and began softly licking at the skin below his belly button. Each stroke of that hot, moist tongue sent jolts throughout Yoji and caused his erection to start throbbing. He could already feel the wetness soaking into his boxer shorts, which were partially exposed from the top of his pants, which was parted. Yoji never thought Aya could be such a seductive devil.
Yoji's eyes fluttered shut and he tilted his head back against the couch, groaning as Aya's soft licks headed lower. When he felt a gentle tugging at his pants, he lifted his hips up, allowing Aya to strip him of his pants and boxers.
Cool night air brushed the tip of Yoji's arousal, and he gripped the couch beneath him, tighter, anticipating Aya's next move. A groan slipped from his lips when that hot, devilish tongue slipped into his slit, which dripped pre-cum.
Aya moaned at the taste of Yoji and lapped at his cock happily. Yoji tasted bittersweet, and Aya yearned to receive more of him. He mimicked what he saw when he was on the internet, and wrapped his slim fingers around the base of Yoji's erection. His other hand rested against Yoji's upper thigh, supporting his weight as his body curved forward.
Experimentally, Aya swirled his tongue around the smooth head of Yoji's cock. He followed the movement with an upward stroke of his hand, which brought a new bead of pre-cum to the surface, which he licked. Wanting more of Yoji's wonderful taste, he continued his ministrations, earning delightful moans from Yoji, who had buried his hands into Aya's hair.
Yoji gave a loud yelp when Aya suddenly deep-throated him. His eyes snapped open and his head moved forward. Chancing a look down, he found Aya's beautiful face buried against his crotch. Both of Aya's hands were now pressed against his thighs, and he was bobbing his head up and down, taking all of Yoji into his incredible mouth. The sight alone caused Yoji to grow harder. In an attempt to slow down his urge to climax, he bit on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
Aya was enjoying the loud groans Yoji was making. His own arousal pulsed in the confines of his pants, but he was only focused on Yoji's pleasure. The blond had done so much for him already, this was the least Aya could do.
Aya's cheeks drew in as he sucked harder. He hoped he was doing things right. He could feel Yoji's muscles tensing beneath him, so he sucked harder and faster on Yoji's hard cock. The wonderful feel of the hot, velvet flesh in his mouth made Aya moan, sending vibrations down Yoji's hypersensitive erection.
Yoji lost all self-control when Aya moaned around him. Throwing caution to the wind, he began to push his hips up into the hot, silken cavern that caressed every inch of his hard arousal. He could feel Aya's body tense in surprise. Then the redhead accepted him and allowed him to thrust into that willing mouth. Yoji pushed into Aya's mouth in abandon. Aya was so hot and velvety all around him. Every time he pushed his hips up, Aya managed to suck hard on his sensitive head. The ticklish fingers of climax tingled around him. He threw his head back and let out a loud groan. Aya met his arousal thrust for thrust: when Yoji pushed up, Aya brought his mouth down. It was a vicious circle that had Yoji's cock twitching, on the verge of climax.
With one last upward push of his hips, Yoji gripped Aya's hair and spilled himself into the redheads' mouth. Shot after shot of his orgasm hit the back of Aya's throat, and Aya happily swallowed all of Yoji's sweet climax, sucking harder at the flared tip to gain more of his rich taste.
When the last of Yoji's trembles from climax disappeared, he collapsed against the couch and pulled Aya up to straddle him. Then he kissed Aya's swollen lips and expressed his gratitude through their wet kiss. When he felt Aya's clothed arousal, he moved his hand down, in an attempt to bring Aya off, but the redhead stopped him and said, "You don't have to."
"But I want to," Yoji said.
Aya shook his head. "I did this for you. It's all about you tonight."
Yoji was about to protest, but Aya silenced him with another kiss.
Aya smiled around Yoji's mouth when he felt Yoji's arousal begin to stir again.
*****
The next morning, Aya awoke inside of Yoji's bedroom. There was no sign of his blond boyfriend, but the scent of him lingered on his white bed-sheets. He sat up slowly and stretched out his long body, yawning at the same time. Then the bedroom door opened and Yoji stepped inside, carrying a tray filled with food and a warm smile on his face.
"Ohayo, Aya," Yoji said with a laugh. The expression on Aya's face was pure puzzlement. "Hungry?"
Slowly, Aya nodded his head, bewildered. No one had ever brought him breakfast in bed before.
"Good," Yoji said as he placed the tray over Aya's lap and tucked his red hair behind his ears. "This is the only thing I know how to make."
Aya looked down at his plate and found rice, scrambled eggs, and a few strips of bacon. He picked up his chopsticks, and on a whim he planted a soft kiss on Yoji's cheek.
Yoji really cared about him, didn't he?
*****
A few weeks went by and Aya found himself completely lost to Kudou Yoji. He no longer had any fears of Yoji leaving him; the blond had proven himself through his actions. And as the saying goes: "Actions speak louder than words."
Weiß had been given a new mission a few days ago. There was a group of scientists' who were placing strange chemicals in a bottle of sunscreen they were marketing, which targeted mostly the young children. Weiß was dispatched to take care of the scientists', who were manufacturing their products in a warehouse near the coastline. After they carried out their mission, Yoji managed to convince the others that a day on the beach wouldn't do them any harm.
So now, Aya watched as Yoji, Ken, and Omi played volleyball a few feet away from him. He kept himself safely out of the suns reach by sitting under a large umbrella, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, despite the odd looks he was receiving. The others tried to get him to play at least one game with them, saying that his skin needed a tan, but Aya refused. Besides, Yoji was playing against Ken and Omi, and he was losing quite badly to the pair.
"Umph!" Yoji groaned as he landed on the hot sand, where he tried to hit the ball, but failed miserably.
Aya almost laughed, but he caught himself before the sound could leave his lips. Yoji's upper body was completely covered in sand, along with his baggy surf-shorts and his long, slender legs.
Then, a few girls stopped by to watch the game, eyeing the three of them with their hungry eyes. One of them, a girl with a nicely proportioned body, sidled up to Yoji and batted her eyelashes at him.
Anger and possessiveness immediately flared inside of Aya. He grit his teeth as the girl outwardly flirted with Yoji. When his violet eyes studied Yoji's face, he could see the blond smiling, obviously flirting with the girl.
Bastard! Aya thought as he seethed under his umbrella. He was so stupid to have trusted Yoji!
Then Yoji turned his head and looked at him. Aya saw him say something to the girl, who in turn frowned slightly and looked at him. Then Yoji walked over to him and offered Aya one of his hands. For a moment, Aya just glared at him suspiciously, but eventually took his hand and allowed Yoji to pull him up.
"You have such a green eyes, koi." Yoji smiled and offered Aya a light kiss. "Follow me."
Aya allowed Yoji to take his hand, and he followed his boyfriend down the beach to a private area. Once there, Yoji sat down and motioned for Aya to sit next to him.
"You remember my old lover, Asuka, right?" Yoji said after a moment of silence.
Aya nodded his head slowly and bit his lower lip in nervousness.
"She's the only person I've ever loved," Yoji said as he sifted some sand between his fingers. "I never thought I would fall in love again."
"But then you came along with your gorgeous looks and cold demeanor. I knew there was more to you than what you presented. I wanted to bring that out. I wanted you to feel happiness." Yoji chuckled. "I thought you and I were a lot alike. I thought you were someone I could relate to."
"I never thought I would fall in love with you."
Aya's heart had begun to pound harder and harder with every word Yoji spoke. When he said that last sentence, his heart seemed to stop altogether.
"N-Nani?" Aya managed to ask.
Yoji smiled. "I love you, Aya. There's no reason for you to get jealous." He wrapped an arm around Aya's shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere."
Love and warmth wrapped around Aya in a tight embrace. He had realized that Yoji cared for him deeply, but he never dreamed that Yoji could grow to love him. He didn't deserve to be loved. Yet looking up at Yoji's warm and honest face, he couldn't help but crave the emotion Yoji was offering him.
"I--" Aya wanted to tell Yoji he didn't deserve love, but the words died in his throat, along with his willpower to push Yoji away. His heart chose to remain selfish, and he clung onto the feeling Yoji was offering him.
"Ai shiteru," Aya whispered. He buried his face against Yoji's neck, inhaling deeply and closing his violet eyes.
*****
When Aya re-opened his eyes, night had fallen and stars sprinkled the sky. He found himself sprawled across a blanket, which hadn't been there before, and Yoji lay beside him, snoring softly in his sleep.
Yoji probably grabbed the blanket when he had fallen asleep.
Unlike earlier, when the beach had been filled with laughter and children's shouts, the dunes were now quiet as the wind whistled through the air. A slight shiver ran through Aya, and he snuggled up closer against his sleeping boyfriend.
For a moment, Aya laid there in silence, thinking about he and Yoji's earlier confessions. Could their relationship possibly last? Almost every night they risked their lives. What would happen if one of them didn't make it back? What would he do? What would Yoji do?
Aya shook his head and forced those thoughts out of his mind. There was no use thinking about things like that. All he needed to concentrate on was the time they had now, where nothing and no one could come between them.
Aya made his decision. He would offer Yoji everything he had: his heart, his soul, and his love. It was hard to believe he possessed those three things, but Yoji brought it out of him like a moth to a flame.
Rolling over slightly, so that he was facing Yoji, Aya ran his fingers through Yoji's blond hair. Then he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Yoji's lips, smiling a little when Yoji began to stir.
Feelings he never felt before rushed through him when Yoji's eyes opened. Moonlight fell down from the sky, creating a romantic atmosphere, which brought fire to Aya's veins. He wanted to become one with Yoji, in a way that the two of them hadn't been together before; he wanted to merge with Yoji in the most intimate of acts.
As if Yoji could read his mind, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Aya's. It was a slow merging of the lips: soft little presses that continued over and over. Love and desire flooded through Aya, and he pressed himself closer so that he and Yoji were flush together. His rose-petal lips parted when Yoji pushed his tongue into his mouth, gently coaxing him into a one-on-one duel. Aya let out a contented sigh and wrapped his arms around Yoji's neck. Then he twined their legs together, trying to meld their bodies into one being. He wanted to be closer, and closer, and closer...
Yoji let out a soft moan when Aya practically crawled on top of him. He could tell the redhead wanted to be as close as possible. He wanted to be just as close, which is why he slipped a hand into the back of Aya's pants, tickling his way down into the cleft of Aya's bottom. Then he pulled away from Aya's lips and attacked the redheads' pale throat. His tongue lashed at the soft, warm skin, tasting a bit of salt and sweetness at the same time. Yoji knew that Aya was incredibly sensitive on his throat, so he stroked at the skin harder, leaving hot and wet trails in its wake. It was strange how Aya always seemed to be cold when it was late at night, but at the same time have his body burning hot to Yoji's touch.
"Make love to me," Aya managed to gasp.
Aya's breathless request sent a jolt straight down to Yoji's growing erection. He didn't hesitate when he circled two fingers around Aya's tight entrance. It made his heart warm to know Aya cared, and trusted him, enough to offer himself so completely to him.
When Yoji pushed one finger into Aya's passage, the redhead let out a muted gasp and buried his face against Yoji's neck. It felt strange to feel one of Yoji's fingers inside his body, but it didn't hurt, and he knew there would be pleasure eventually.
As Yoji slowly worked his finger in and out of Aya's body, he could feel his soon-to-be-lover begin to relax around him. He wasn't surprised at how tight Aya seemed to be, so he took his time stretching him, making sure there was no pain.
"Take off your pants," Yoji whispered as he pushed another finger into Aya's bottom. "And your shirt," he added, quickly, when Aya began to tug at his zipper and button.
Aya could feel Yoji's gaze on him when he lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his naked torso to Yoji's hungry eyes. The cold wind embraced him and another shiver went through him, bringing a string of goose-bumps across his pale skin. A faint blush crept into his cheeks as he began to tug his pants down his body. When the task seemed impossible without standing up, Yoji withdrew his fingers and Aya stood above him.
Yoji's mouth went dry when Aya stood above him, slowly tugging his pants down narrow hips. Aya looked beautiful standing there in front of him: the clear, night sky and dark, rolling waves providing a calm background; and Aya's gorgeous body, revealed completely to him for the first time. Hard, lean muscles graced Aya's pale skin, completely flawless, except for a few scars here and there. His wine-colored hair blew gently with the wind, reminding Yoji of a fallen angel sent to Earth just for him. Almost unconsciously, he pulled his surf-shorts down his legs and tossed them to the side, forgetting about them completely. He and Aya were both naked.
"Come here," Yoji whispered huskily.
Aya lowered himself onto Yoji's body once again, only this time they were both naked: bare skin pressed against bare skin. He moaned quietly and spread his legs apart: one leg on each side of Yoji's gorgeous body, using his knees to support his weight. Then he placed his arms on each side of Yoji's upper body, so that he was crouched over his naked koibito with his bottom raised slightly in the air.
"Beautiful..." Yoji traced a finger down Aya's spine, eliciting a shiver and a moan from the gorgeous redhead.
Aya pressed his mouth against Yoji's in a wet kiss: tongues colliding in a sweet dance of desire. He closed his eyes and moaned when Yoji caught his lower lip between his teeth and started sucking on it, hard, but not painfully so.
Another moan burst from Aya's lips when Yoji returned his fingers to Aya's passage, still wet from his natural juices, and stretched and waiting for penetration.
Two fingers worked their way in and out of Aya's entrance. Then another joined the journey, preparing Aya for the swollen cock that pulsed between Yoji's legs. When Yoji was satisfied that Aya had been stretched enough, he positioned his arousal and rubbed the slick head against Aya's passage.
"Are you sure you want this?" Yoji asked. "We can still wait if you're not ready."
"I'm fine," Aya breathed, needing to feel Yoji inside him. He had grown accustomed to the sensation of Yoji working his fingers inside of him, and now that they were no longer there, he felt empty and alone with them gone. "I need you," Aya moaned, biting on his swollen bottom lip.
Yoji growled and gripped Aya's slim hips. Then he began pushing into Aya's body, slipping pass the tight ring of muscle, and sinking into hot, velvet depths of tight, wet muscle.
Aya felt his eyebrows draw together when Yoji began entering him. A dull, burning pain swept up the length of his spine, before disappearing in a wash of pleasure that came with the sensation of being filled, inch-by-inch. He lifted himself from his crouched position and pushed his hips down onto Yoji's aching hardness. His own arousal stood tall and proud against his flat stomach, leaking a bead of pre-cum at the tip as pleasure had its way with him.
And still, Yoji was pushing into him. He felt filled beyond capacity, yet he yearned to have all of Yoji. When the blond stopped pushing, Aya opened his eyes, which had fallen shut, and looked down at his panting boyfriend.
"Love you," Yoji moaned, trying to focus on something other than the tight heat that gripped his throbbing cock. If he didn't find a distraction, their joining wouldn't last long.
"Yoji," Aya groaned, running his tongue across his bottom lip. "Make love to me," he urged, needing to feel Yoji moving deep inside of him. "I want you..."
Those words sent fire racing to Yoji's groin. He growled possessively as he wrapped a hand around Aya's cock and began stroking the hard flesh slowly and tortuously. At the same time, he began thrusting, driving his cock into the warm depths of Aya's sweet body. A strangled cry was his reward; a musical symphony of pleasure. He knew he nailed Aya's prostate, because the redhead began to shudder, and each thrust of his hips brought a loud moan from his panting lover.
Aya began meeting Yoji thrust-for-thrust. He needed him to do it faster, harder, and deeper. The hand around his arousal was still stroking slowly, an unmatched pace to the drive of Yoji's cock into his body. Pleasure fuddled his mind and he didn't care how loud he was moaning. Yoji's erection was brushing his prostate with each stroke, sending waves of warm pleasure arching through his sensitized body. He wanted so much more from Yoji's cock; he decided to voice his needs verbally.
"Harder, Yoji," Aya groaned. "I need it harder...and faster..."
"Oh, God, Aya."
Did Aya realize how much it turned Yoji on to hear him beg?
"Harder!" Aya cried, riding Yoji's cock harder and harder.
"Aya..." Yoji moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust. However, he couldn't give Aya what he was begging for in the position he was in. So, he flipped them over quickly, pushing Aya down onto the blanket, and began pounding into his supple body, which began to form a thin sheen of sweat from the heat exchanged between them.
"YOJI!!!" Aya cried, clawing at Yoji's back with his short fingernails. He wrapped his long legs around Yoji's waist and clung to him, tightly, urging him to go deeper, and harder into his willing body.
The sensation of Yoji's hard length pushing in and out of his body had the redhead mewling in pleasure; never had he ever felt something so good. His nails were digging into Yoji's back so deep, he was sure there would be marks there when this was all over.
"Touch yourself," Yoji groaned as he increased his thrusts. He had abandoned Aya's arousal when he flipped them over, and his hands were now gripping Aya's slim hips, keeping him in place from his forceful thrusts.
Aya threw his head back and moaned louder than he had before. He stroked his arousal rapidly, meeting the same, driving pace of Yoji's thrusts. The double sensation muddled his thoughts into a whirlpool of pleasure, and he tossed his head back and forth, begging Yoji to do him harder.
Yoji could feel his climax soon approaching. Aya's tight passage caressed every inch of his driving cock. The redhead was so tight around him: hot, velvet muscles clenching and unclenching on his hard cock. Being inside of Aya was the closest he would ever get to heaven. Though, he was sure being inside of Aya _was_ heaven. He looked down at his squirming lover, who was stroking his arousal in time with his thrusts. Aya's wine-colored hair was plastered to his forehead, and his mouth was dropped open in an 'o' shape, eliciting sweet moans from his tender lips. His final undoing was watching Aya's face contort when he reached climax: Aya had thrown his head back, exposing his swan-like neck, and his body when rigid as shot after shot of hot climax splashed across his pale abs and covered slim fingers. As each shot left him, the hot, wet muscles of Aya's passage clamped down on him. White-fire pooled in his groin and shot out of his cock in spurts, coating Aya's insides and claiming the redhead as his.
When their climax finally subsided, Yoji rolled onto his side, reluctantly pulling out of Aya. He could hear his heart pounding against his ears and he wrapped a possessive arm around Aya's waist.
"You're mine now," he whispered huskily.
Aya smiled against the darkness and snuggled up into his embrace. "You're mine, too." He closed his eyes and sighed happily.
It felt nice to belong to someone.
~ Owari ~