Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Blood-timeline ❯ Blood ( Chapter 1 )

BLOOD

BY: MiniMorr

PAIRING: Yohji x Aya/Aya x Yohji (Depending on how you see it)

RATING/WARNING: NC-17. Yaoi. Blood. Shiny sharp things.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, I know. Please don't sue, I mean no harm.

ADD. NOTES: Wouldn't leave me alone, and muse no good, he only encouraged the damn thing… *pouts* Anyway, perhaps a little AU, don't know. Decide on your own.

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When the fascination for his silent leader had begun, Yohji had no clue. He only knew that there was something about the redhead that enticed him to no end, tormenting his days and nights and left him with an ache inside that he was desperate to ease. It had even gone so far that he - instead of his usual habit of drinking and sleeping around - had taken to stay home at nights in hope of the redhead noticing him and taking pity on him. However, time went by as his attraction to the silent man was rising to unheard proportions but he had no way of living out his fantasies as the object of his fascination paid him no heed whatsoever. The only reaction he could get out of him was a 'hn' or an 'aa', sometimes even a 'no' to whatever he tried to suggest - which in his agenda would involve them ending up in bed together. All in all, it was becoming dangerously close to infatutation, something Yohji wasn't ready to admit even to himself. He had spent nights trying to talk himself into the notion that it was just lust, nothing else, but he had the sinking feeling that he didn't believe himself anymore. All Aya had to do was to exist, and he was running after him, not far from being on his knees and begging for attention.

Things had even gone so far that both Omi and Ken had become suspicious of his intentions to stay home instead of going out to the clubs, but they had voiced no protests to it. In fact, Omi had beamed happily at him as he walked past the older blond to his room earlier that evening, a little light in his eyes of gratitude that Yohji had decided to spend time with the rest of them. Omi was always worrying about him when he went out, often staying up until the wee hours in the morning on the weekends to make sure that the resident playboy returned home safe and sound. It wouldn't have grated on his nerves as much hadn't it been for the fact that he couldn't kick the other two out of the house to be alone with Aya, but there was no way in hell that he could do anything with them still there. There was some things he did not want to clue the two of them in on - the chibi was too young and dear old Ken-Ken was too innocent for anything like what he had in mind to take place when they were around. Thus, he was pleasantly surprised when Manx showed up with an envelope for Ken containing two tickets to a soccer game. It was apparently a belated 'birthday present' and Yohji almost leapt at him, shoving him and Omi out the door with instructions to have a good time and stay up late, never minding the incredulous stares he recieved.

And now, he was standing outside Aya's door with his heart nervously pounding in his chest and the palms sweaty despite his best tries to wipe them off on his shirt. He, Kudoh Yohji, was actually nervous as hell and twice as scared for his teammate and 'friend'. Not that Fujimiya Aya had friends, no. Aya had teammates at the best, people he worked and lived with, but nothing else. Cared about? Perhaps. At least enough to pull them through missions together, always the first in and the last one out, wrapping it up in the neat way that was his. There was just something about the methodical way he did his work - whether it was slicing someone open with his katana or just arranging the flowers - that made Yohji all so much more fascinated by him. Not to mention that stunningly beautiful face and body, the eyes that could change from cool amethysts to smouldering hellfires in the space of a heartbeat… Yohji had had more than one dream about him that would wake him up sweating and panting in the middle of the night, lusting for that gorgeous body.

He had since long given into the knowledge that he was equally as attracted to men as to women and slept with either of the sexes. A good fuck was a good fuck, regardless of gender. He had a small inkling that a certain redhead might be of that notion too, and it was that that had made him gather all his courage and decide to try to breach the wall of ice surrounding the younger man. Had he been certain that he was straight, then all he would have done was to watch from afar, never touching. But it was with that small glimmer of hope he set out to claim his price.

"Aya?" He knocked on the door once, not really expecting an answer but hoping still. It was late, the younger man was probably in there reading or drawing or whatever he was doing when he wasn't on missions - Yohji had no clue. Aya didn't let them in more than to sew him up if he was injured, and Yohji wasn't the only one who was curious about what he was hiding behind that door. And now, he was going to find out… As soon as it opened, anyway.

As expected, a minute ticked by in silence and he chewed his lip in anticipation. To knock again, or to leave and hope that he could catch him coming out of his room later? Aya went out sometimes, disappeared for an hour or two, never speaking to anyone but returning slightly more at ease than when he left. If Yohji hadn't been so sure of the fact that the redhead wasn't seeing anyone he would have thought that the silent man had a lover. But he hadn't been a PI for nothing - he had been through both the clothes off to the washing machine as well as the redhead's occassional letters and phonecalls, and nothing had turned up to confirm his suspicions. He had even tried to tail him for a while, but that had proved fruitless as he only had gone for walks around the park. Therefore, he had declared the field clear and ready to play on. Not that it would be much playing if he even couldn't get the other to open the door, but he held on to his hopes.

"Aya? You in there?" He tried again, only to be met with equal silence. Now what? To open the door and risk beheading, or stand there like a fool and wait until the man decided to take pity on him? He decided to live a little on the edge and turned the handle slightly. The door opened easily enough, swinging away from him on oiled hinges without a sound. He didn't notice though, he was too busy staring at the apparition sitting crosslegged on the floor, as still as the marble he seemed to be carved from with the naked blade of the katana over his knees.

Cool amethysts regarded him for a moment before the impassive expression returned and Yohji let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. The redhead was clad in a pair of dark grey slacks and nothing else, and the sight of the shirtless chest made Yohji's mouth literally water. He had seen him without shirts before of course - when living together as close as they were it was inevitable - but ever since he had begun paying closer attention to his teammate, those opportunities had dwindled almost to nothing, just as if Aya knew. Muscles that were now immobile were barely visible on his abdomen, strength coiled as much into those fibres as well as the spirit of the man and adding weight to the otherwise lanky frame but without making him bulky or oversized. Candles were the only light in the room and the flames flickered over him, rippling across his skin and giving it an ethereal glow. The light also made the red hair dance with the intensity of blood and fire, glowing and seducing. It flickered back and forth over the expressionless face, turning marble into life and back to smooth ice again in the same breath. A scar from where a bullet had gone straight through grazed his side, another just like the first a little higher up on the other shoulder along with several longer ones from knives and the likes. This would just have to be expected in the line of profession they were in and Yohji had his fair share of them too. He also had a good time coming up with plausible stories for them to his current bedmates, something he never got tired of.

"Aya…" He didn't know that the name had fallen from his lips before the violet eyes turned to him again, the expression in them unreadable. Something flickered there for a moment before the redhead spoke in hushed tones.

"What do you want?" The words were delivered with the same expression as always, but a barely tangible note of something Yohji couldn't identify marred the perfect pattern they created. For some reason, that smooth baritone coupled with the sight in front of him almost had him down on his knees begging for the redhead to let him fuck him. It was all he could do to stand upright and not whimper as those eyes settled on his. Whatever he had expected, it hadn't been this. Not in a million years had he imagined how he would react when presented with the sight of the younger man like this…

"Well?" The usual note of annoyance was creeping into the deep voice again and he blinked. He had missed out several seconds there, too busy to stare at the man in front of him to keep up with the non-existent conversation and for some reason it irked him. He had never reacted like this before, always too suave and sure of himself and his charms to let anyone get to him in this manner. It had only been Asuka who had ever been able to shake him before, and not even she had ever had this effect on him. He felt like he should be crawling on the ground, begging for a chance to pleasure the younger man. That part scared him, his feelings so intense and raw that they almost hurt.

"Ummm…" What to say? For the first time in years, he was speechless. Seducing the swordsman with his usual tactics wouldn't work - he knew that much - but he had no clue how to proceed from there. The impatience shining in the violet eyes did nothing to help either and he felt his feet shuffle like he was a schoolboy caught dead in a prank.

"Hn." The silent dismissal wasn't what he wanted to hear and he took a step forward, swinging the door shut behind him as he glared down at the smaller man.

"Just hold it, Aya…" He wasn't about to be sent out like some unruly child again, not now when he finally had the chance to fulfill his fantasies. Ken and Omi were far away, they wouldn't be home for several hours yet and he was alone with the object of his desires. There was no way in hell that he would back down now without at least trying.

"Well?" The glare bumped up a notch, not quite reaching the Glare O'Death that he usually spared his teammates and saved for more memorable occassions - like killing off Takatoris - but enough for Yohji to decide to tread a little more carefully.

"What are you doing?" Yohji winced inwardly. So much for smoothtalking his way into the redhead's bed. That was taken directly from the 'Do's and do not's of flirting' and he cringed as the gaze landed more firmly on him.

"What do you care?" He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from admitting that he really didn't, all he wanted to do was to sweep the younger man off his feet and plant him in bed where he could do so much more than talking… Only that it would earn him a glare and possibly a beheading in the end. And there was no way that he would allow something like that to happen. Mission: get the katana away from Aya before seduction begins. A sly grin found itself on the blond's lips and he took yet another step forward.

"You know, I would very much like to give it a try with that katana of yours." Surprise fluttered over the impassive features in the space of a heartbeat before the stoic silence returned. Aya studied him for a moment, taking in the way he was dressed. Black pants and a green mesh shirt didn't exactly make up the image for what he was claiming to want. Aya knew his teammate well enough to see that this were usually the clothes he went clubbing in and why he was dressed in them now was a mystery to the silent man.

"Why?" The voice was as cool as the glance and Yohji almost sighed. Trust Aya to behave like a block of ice at a time like this. But Yohji wasn't about to give in without a fight though, so he smiled again, letting the Kudoh-charm work its wonders. It did nothing to deter the redhead, not that he had expected it, but some kind of reaction beyond a slight tightening of the hands holding the sword would have been nice. He shrugged in what he hoped was a casual way. There was no telling of what Aya might do if he tried to move too fast, but there was no way Yohji would leave the room tonight without getting what he had come for.

"Just curious, actually." The violet eyes studied him for another moment before the shoulders relaxed a little. If he hadn't been looking for it, he would have missed the slight change of stance in the body posed on the floor. He would live, if he played it right. Not that there weren't enough traps left that he had to tread through first, but the prize would make it worth it.

He lowered himself down to the floor, facing the swordsman. Judging by the guarded expression in the redhead's eyes, he was a little closer than was comfortable for him but that wasn't something that bothered Yohji. In fact, he was decidedly pleased with himself when he had managed to get a reaction instead of the usual impassive stance.

"Curious?" Something flickered in the amethyst depths for a moment again, something Yohji could almost recognize as hunger. The way the redhead tilted his head slightly to the side was unnerving but the expression in his eyes disappeared along with the taut posture after another moment. Yohji swallowed, his throat suddenly dry and parched. The way Aya had been looking at him just now… Predatory, to say the least. Yohji was used to be the one doing the hunting, whether it would be at the clubs or at a mission, and the way Aya was studying him was sending shivers of uneasiness down his spine. It was like the icy gaze saw straight through him and knew exactly what he was thinking. Shrugging, he tried to compose himself again, and cleared his throat. Aya didn't even blink, but cocked his head to the side again, almost seemed to listened to something. Yohji got a hold of himself again, pressing down the strange feeling as he drew a deep breath.

"Yes, curious. In fact…" He broke off again as he realized that Aya wasn't listening to him, but stroke the naked blade with a slender finger. The way the smooth skin flowed back and forth over the sharp edge without faltering or piercing made his throat constrict as he fought for air. He wanted to taste that sharp metal to his skin almost as much as he wanted to taste the finger stroking it and the realization made him freeze. He had never been into that kind of thing before, but he reckoned that Aya would be the one to bring that side of him out. It was just something oddly erotic with the way he handled his blade that got to the blond like nothing else and he was determined to satisfy his curiousity one way or another.

The swordsman glanced up from his ministrations with the blade to catch emerald eyes staring at him, rosy lips slightly parted as a gasp broke the silence of the room. Watching his teammate react like this was very, very close to bring out a smile.

"Curious of how she would feel?" The voice was soft and hushed once more, and Yohji was brought back to his senses. He shrugged, trying to get rid of the feeling that he was played with like a kitten would play with a mouse.

"She?" God, but he was hoarse, his throat parched dry by the sight of the blade and the smooth skin stroking it like a lover. He could almost imagine how it would taste, all cool metal and salty from the stone Aya used to sharp it with…

"She." The soft word made him blink, momentarily lost again.

They were silent for another minute before the feeling of being studied again was too much for Yohji and he cocked his head to the side with what he hoped was a seductive smile. Aya didn't batter an eyeleash at him, but for him to do that would have been extremely out of character, so Yohji didn't take it for more than what it was. At least it showed him that there would be no more surprises.

The cool eyes of his teammate slid over him even as the fingers reached the edge of the blade, caressing it with slightly more force than necessary. His eyes were pulled that way as if spellbound, and he had to choke back a whimper as he watched the candlelight play over the silvery metal. Aya seemed to be unfazed by this, the hunger back in his eyes as he watched Yohji watch his little game. He had known that the blond wanted him, had known it even before the older man had realized it himself and he had had plenty of time to plan this. Yohji could keep on imagine that he was the one in charge of the seduction if he wanted to, but Aya knew better than that. And as long as he got what he wanted from the blond, then he would give what was desired in return.

"Do you want to touch her?" He used his voice to bind the older man to him, little by little. Yohji's eyes shot up, meeting his own and he could barely keep back the smirk at the sight of unguarded lust and hope in the emerald depths. It looked like he was going to play tonight, after all. It had been so long since he had had the opportunity to live out his fantasies like this, too many times he had to hold back the hunger and the need inside as not to draw attention to himself. The wrong kind of attention could be life threatening - the irony of the saying didn't escape him - and he had no illusions of what might happen to him should the wrong kind of people find out. Barely repressing a shudder, he returned the attention to his new playmate.

"Yes…" came the belated reply in a breathless rush and a golden hand was extended towards the blade. Aya decided that it was too early to make a move yet, and allowed the blond to lay first one finger, then two on the shining metal. He kept the smile in check as the golden digits stroke over the cool metal carefully, not quite daring to touch it. Aya knew what the reaction would be as his fingers brushed against Yohji's and the blond pulled away momentarily. He hadn't known that this game could be initiated so easily, that the blond would be so willing to play along right away. He had expected it to take a little more convincing than this, but if it continued in the same way, then maybe, maybe, he could get what he really wanted tonight…

Yohji was so fascinated with the blade and the way the light played over it that he didn't react to the sudden proximity of their bodies as the redhead shifted forward, his fingers still running along the blade. As he looked up, he found those amethysts weighing him and scrutinizing him in a very unnerving manner and he was frozen again. There was just something about the way Aya looked tonight that had him on edge as well made him want to throw himself at the redhead's feet in utter devotion. The way he was behaving didn't do anything to help either, and if Yohji didn't know better, he would have thought that the redhead was trying to seduce him.

A small smile - barely a lifting of the corners of his mouth - was on the younger man's lips as he leaned forward, over the blade in his lap and pinned Yohji quite effectively in place with the look in his eyes and the blond closed his own in anticipation. Something was going on here, something he wasn't sure he dared to reveal. And at the same time, he had to get rid of this lust and need that the redhead invoked or he would be consumed from inside.

Cool, light pressure was applied to his lips for the space of a heartbeat but before he could respond, it was gone again, leaving his lips tingling. His eyes flew open, only to reveal that perfect face so close to his own, close enough for him to make out that the dark, dark lashes surrounding the glorious eyes had red tips and he was pinned there by the unguarded hunger in the purple depths. They seemed to glow, sparkling with life like they had never done before, hypnotizing him like a snake would a bird and Yohji fought back the urge to jump up and run away from the room.

Aya's breath fanned his skin as he held the blond spellbound with his eyes and all Yohji could do was to swallow in a throat that had suddenly dried up again, not being able to move a muscle. Heat pooled down between his legs, spreading throughout the rest of him and he wasn't surprised to feel his pants becoming more than a little tight. If Aya noticed, he didn't enlighten Yohji about it, merely tilted his head to the side and seemed to sniff the air for a moment before returning to his seat again, increasing the distance between them. Yohji tried not to feel relieved by this as the redhead settled down in the same spot again, katana still resting over his knees. This was madness, he was the one who should do the chasing, not the other way around! And he wasn't supposed to feel this uneasy, as if all his secrets had been unearthed to the redhead within moments of meeting his eyes. He tried to calm his racing heart, only to fail rather miserably as his eyes locked on the katana again. Things were not going as they were supposed to tonight!

If he had known what to do next, or even what to say, he would have jumped at the opportunity, but he was speechless for the second time this evening. How to explain to your teammate that him sitting there with his katana like that, running his fingers along the edge, was the most erotic thing you had ever seen? How to explain that you had only come there for one thing - but now you wanted to play a different game instead?

The gleam was back in the redhead's eyes as he watched Yohji debating with himself. The violet orbs studied his every move and every breath he drew was slowly driving the redhead crazy. His eyes never left the emeralds they had set out to drown in, but the rest of his keen senses swept the room and the man in front of him. He could smell the sweat breaking out on the blond, hear the blood roaring in his ears, and he knew that he had succeeded. He had waited for so many months for this, made so many plans and now, it had finally begun...

"Aya…" The name spilling from the rosy lips again returned him to the task at hand and he felt his head tilt to the side, another almost-smile on his lips as he took a good look at the blond. The fever burning in his eyes was nothing compared to the one filtering his own blood but the redhead was encouraged by this. Time to step in for the kill, then…

"You want to play. Am I right, Yohji...?" The way the name rolled smoothly off his tongue drew a small whimper from the blond, his heated flesh throbbing in Aya's eyes as the emeralds begged him to do something.

"Yes… I-I…" He lost his voice momentarily as the amethysts pierced him, rendering him immobile and unable to make a sound. He had never, ever, imagined things to go like this. To see this side of their leader was something he had never even dreamed of and he had no clue how to go from here. If he made a wrong move, he would end up as food for the fish and Aya couldn't care less by the look of him. He was patiently waiting for Yohji to continue, and the blond swallowed once to try and ease his parched throat. "I… I want to play…" The moment he said those words, the redhead changed. The cool amethysts flashed a feral red for a moment, and he was once more unable to look away. It was just something hypnotic with them, something so alluring that Yohji felt himself falling deeper and deeper, despite his intentions not to.

"There are rules," at the blond's impatient nod, Aya continued in the same cool voice, "you can get whatever you want from me tonight, as long as you are willing to surrender everything to me at sunrise. Then you will be mine, and mine only. There will be no backing out when you've got what you came for - if you do that, I'll never let you play again. And you will need to continue this, that much I can assure you. But," as Yohji nodded again, he took on a very serious expression, "you can never utter a word about what went on in this room tonight, to anyone. Ever. There will be nothing to let the others in on this either, what happens here, stay here, and as long as you keep your word I will give you want you want. Do you accept?" Yohji considered the words carefully, not wanting to throw himself into something that he had no knowledge of but at the same time, all he could think of was what to do to the redhead and make the other do to him in return. What did he mean by 'surrender everything to me'? A small bell tinkled in the back of his head, a toll of warning to give in that easily, but there were more urgent matters to deal with right now. He pushed the uneasy feeling away as he licked his lips in anticipation and drew a deep breath to steady himself. Whatever games Aya was going to play, he was going to be a part of them and perhaps finally be rid of this stupid infatuation of his.

"I accept."

A moment's silence followed before Aya relaxed as if he had been strung up on a wire as he awaited the blond's consent. The younger man tilted his head to the side again, waiting for Yohji to do something. He licked his lips again, trying to figure out where to start. His eyes dipped to the katana again, the blade flickering in the light of the candles. Aya's hands were resting on it again, caressing the cool metal absently as his eyes were fastened on Yohji. The blond reached out to touch the blade again, caressing it in the same patterns as the redhead. For some reason, the gesture brought a small smile to Aya's lips and Yohji hesitated. The younger man surveyed him for another moment before sighing, the sound barely audible even in the still silence of the room. It looked like he had to begin this, or they would be sitting there all night - not that it would matter, he was still going to get what he wanted even if they did. This was Yohji's time, not his, that they were wasting.

"What do you want to do?" The sound startled the blond and his eyes shot up to clash with the violet ones again. He didn't know what he wanted, he only knew that he wanted the redhead to show him all the things he could do with that blade. He didn't doubt that Aya was familiar with these kind of games and now he wanted to be taught all of those things as well. The way the redhead handled his blade was always a show of strength and grace and images painted themselves in his mind as he tried to come up with a suitable answer.

"I…" What to say? And where to start? There was no impatience in the redhead's eyes now. In fact, he seemed to be very sympathetic and understanding - as much as Aya ever was; meaning he wasn't about to chop his head off - as he watched Yohji fiddle with the blade and how his fingers twitched.

Aya decided that he could wait a little longer. After all, there was no hurry. He knew that Ken and Omi wouldn't be back for several hours yet - Ken had been very excited about the soccer game, and where Ken went, Omi followed. With a little bit of luck they would be gone half the night. He didn't want to enlighten the younger members of the team of what would happen tonight - and with a little more luck - every other night down the road to the hell that awaited him. Besides, if he didn't have to go out to find his prey for the night, there would be less risks of discovery. All of this flickered through his mind as he watched Yohji try and make up his mind. He knew what the playboy wanted, even if he didn't himself. He could smell it in the air around them, the soulsearing thirst and churning fire inside. He had experienced it often enough himself this past year, even if what Yohji was feeling couldn't come close to the proportions of his own need.

"What do you want me to do?" He phrased the question in a way that the other might find easier to answer, and sure enough, the blond's eyes lit up again. Aya could barely hold back the smirk as Yohji seemed to get a hold of himself again, his head cocked to the side as he studied the redhead. Soon, just a little longer… Patience…

"I can do anything, right?" There was no uncertainty in his voice this time, he was just trying to find out the boundaries of their game. Aya nodded, impassive as before, but with a small gleam in his eyes and a slight tightening of his muscles again. This didn't get past Yohji who nodded to himself, his playboy smirk returning. It was time to retake the control - no one played with Kudoh Yohji and got away with it.

"Anything at all until the sun rise. As soon as it does, you're mine." Those words made the blond shiver, both in anticipation and unease. Aya didn't batter an eyelash at him, merely sat there and waited. Yohji swallowed again, deciding that he could have used a beer right then, or whiskey, or whatever else that involved a high level of alcohol. This Aya was making him more nervous than the usual 'shi-ne'-glaring one that only had the killing of Takatori as his goal and screw everyone else and their thoughts.

"Right…" He tried again - rather unsuccessfully - to gather his wits about him and make a move. Aya sitting there and just waiting to be ravished wasn't an opportunity he would pass up easily, but a small voice in the back of his head was nagging at him to get the hell out of the room and the house before something happened that he would regret. Needless to say, Yohji wasn't about to give into it anytime this year.

Violet eyes were regarding him silently, impassive as usual. He tried not to flinch as they landed on the hand still poised above the blade, the naked hunger now shining clearly in them enough for him to want to withdraw it immediately. Stubbornly, he kept it still and watched as one of Aya's hands grabbed it, the skin cold against his heated flesh and he suppressed a shudder. Aya's fingers were like ice, the pale, pale skin sucking the heat out of his own and he tried not to retake his hand as they settled more firmly on it. Guiding the fingers along the edge, the younger man applied just enough pressure as not to break the skin but allowing them to taste the sharp metal still. Yohji couldn't believe the sensations flowing through him at the contact, and he bit back another choked sob. Never in his dreams had he imagined it to feel like this - he had always been of the firm belief that sharp things did not belong in bed - but Aya had just turned his world upside-down and spun him around with his fingers and his katana.

"A-Aya…" The way the blond said his name made the redhead look up again, watching as Yohji's eyes grew to the size of saucers at the red drops of blood glistening on the edge of the metal. He was absolutely still for another moment, contemplating what had just happened. He hadn't meant to breach that wall just yet, but to give the older man a sense of security before descending on him and satisfying the hunger gnawing inside. However, there was nothing to be done about it now except move along with his plans.

Gripping the bloody fingers, he brought them up to his mouth, licking the red fluid off them with catlike strokes of the tongue that made the blond whimper. Yohji closed his eyes as he breathed deeply through his nose in a vain attempt to still himself. Aya closed his eyes momentarily as well as he gave into the sensations following with the taste of the blood. It was as sweet as he had imagined with a barely tangible note of sorrow tainting it along with the usual rage and bitterness found in every human he had ever tasted. There was also the distinct flavour that was Yohji and he wanted more of it, wanted to taste all the blond had to offer. And that was where the danger lay. If he couldn't make himself stop in time, he would be discovered too soon and there would be no telling of what might happen then. Patience…

Yohji swallowed with a throat that was constricted painfully as all his senses were relocated to his fingertips and the tongue coating them. Even the saliva of the redhead was chilled as if he had no bodyheat of his own at all, and the blond shuddered as the mouth took to suckling on the cuts. It was so cold, like ice surrounding them and he wanted to withdraw before frostbite settled. Just as if the redhead knew what he was thinking, he nipped lightly at them with teeth that were gentle and sharp at the same time and the older man sucked in air again, holding his breath for a moment. This was too good to be true, all his fantasies of the redhead about to be fulfilled tonight…

"Aya-Aya-Aya-Aya-Aya…" He wasn't ashamed to hear the litany spilling from him as the catlike tongue flickered over the wounded digits and as he met the redhead's eyes, a heated jolt went through him. He had never seen such unguarded hunger and lust as he was met with in the purple depths, and it almost made him withdraw his hand. But even as he considered it, the younger man let go of it, the fingers slipping out from between pale lips and leaving a strand of saliva that broke as he snatched them back again. He cradled it to his chest, surprised to feel himself shivering in something between lust and fear. Aya merely smirked at him, barely lifting the corners of his mouth but his eyes spoke volumes and Yohji was suddenly full of anger. This was his night, dammit! It was he that should invoke fear and lust in the younger man, not the other way around!

With a growl, he lunged forward, slamming into the smaller man and sending him sprawling on his back. Aya's breath left him in a rush as his ribs made contact with the cold linoleum floor and Yohji's larger form pressed down on him, connecting them hip to hip and thigh to thigh. The katana was still resting in his hands but the blond paid it no heed as he stared down at the pale face turned to meet his. The violet eyes still had a small glimmer of amusement in them, and it made Yohji furious. Aya had no right to act like this, no right to treat him like an unruly child with all his superior smirks and glares. No fucking right…

The katana slid out from between them, resting at Yohji's side for a moment before the redhead released it completely. It clattered to the floor, the light of the candles danced over the cool metal unnoticed as Yohji leaned down to brush his lips against Aya's. They were as cold as the rest of him, frozen marble painted in pale red and doing their best to ensnare him. The gasp escaping the redhead encouraged him as he applied a little more pressure, the need to cover them with his own burning inside. Aya didn't hesitate for a moment as he let Yohji take control over the situation, relaxing slightly against the cold floor. He had never been the one to submit before but now he was content to lie back and let Yohji steer things for a while. There would be plenty of time to establish his dominance later, something he was going to take full advantage of. For now, all he could concentrate on was how warm the blond's lips were against his own and how other's tongue was digging into his mouth. There was nothing tender about the kiss, it only served one purpose: to dominate. He responded in the only way he knew how - by latching onto Yohji's mouth with a fervor that startled the blond.

Growling, he pushed the redhead back down on the floor, using his larger body to keep him there as he devoured that chilled mouth. Even the saliva was freezing and he could almost feel his lips go numb from the cold, but the thoughts and the questions were pushed back as he felt the smaller body writhe beneath his. Aya's hips were grinding against the blond's, causing him to go momentarily dizzy and he pressed back down, imitating the movements unconsciously. It wasn't enough for him though, nothing short of fucking the redhead senseless into the cold floor beneath them would be enough for Yohji tonight. Thoughts of what he could do flickered through his mind while his body was busy with trying to work the redhead under him up to the same frenzy as the one he was experiencing at the moment, succeeding with a minimum of effort. Aya was moaning under him, eyes closed and almost trembling as his tongue was sparring with Yohji's. He had had enough of submitting to the onslaught, but the tiny voice inside him kept repeating how important it was for him not to scare his prey off. Thus, he tried to relax again, allowing the blond to retake the control he almost had lost. Yohji growled, a sound deep in his throat that sent a responding tingle throughtout the swordsman's body. The way the blond's heated flesh connected with his own chilled one sent shivers through him. It had been so long since he had allowed anyone to touch him, let alone like this… It felt so good to finally have someone driving away the cold inside, to warm his frozen flesh the way Yohji did. A small voice inside him told him to slow down, not to take things for something else than they were but the larger part of him screamed for him to take advantage of the situation and make the blond his for eternity. He felt the change in his body even before it happened, how things fell into place in a series of small 'click-click-click' as his frantic fight for control over it begun anew. The blond didn't notice, or thought that he was going to have second thoughts about the whole thing as he continued to press Aya down on the floor, covering him completely with his whole body. The lips left his for a moment as Yohji gazed down at him, a bewildered expression on his face at the sight of the gasping redhead.

"Yohji, wait…" He was breathless, but it was the fact that he used the blond's first name that made him pause. That, and the fact that Aya's eyes had an odd tint to them. Had he not known better, he could have sworn that they flashed to red for a moment, but it had just been the light of the scented candles that pulled a prank on him. For the first time since entering the room, he glanced around and really appreciated the sight of it. The candles were placed all over the place, the dim light creating the perfect background for what he had had in mind. Aya had done him a big favour, not that he would tell the redhead that. It would just be to ask for trouble, and he still had a few things to try before the sun rose and he would have to give up control again.

Aya was glaring up at him, a stern expression on his face and he felt the answering grin rise on his own - the one he usually pulled whenever the redhead was mad at him for one reason or another. It didn't work this time either, not that he had expected it to, but one could always try. Realizing that the other was still waiting for an answer, or at least a response that he had heard him, he cleared his throat.

"Yes, Aya?" It felt good to be the one in control here like he was used to. That short interlude where the redhead had been the one in charge was gone now, leaving him in complete control of the situation. Yohji had never been good at submitting to anything, other men included. He had always had a clear view of what he wanted and he was the one doing the hunting, not the other way around. It was different with Aya though, not only because the swordman was as dominant as him, but because he was a friend and a teammate and couldn't be treated like just another fling - and Yojhi had been startled to find out that he wanted it to be more than that.

"Not so fast…" His eyes bulged out of their sockets at the almost - but not quite - pleading note in the younger man's voice. His eyes were large, the pupils so dilated that they almost drowned out the purple completely. He had never seen so much uncertainty and longing in someone before and the only explanation he could come up with was that this was Aya's first time. Something surged inside of him at the thought, a warmth spreading throughout his limbs at the realization of how much the swordsman actually might trust him. A moment later, the eyes were back to their normal ice again, and he almost sighed. On the other hand, maybe not.

Aya glared at him for another moment before he closed his eyes again, the only invitation the older man needed as his warm lips descended on the redhead's cold ones again. Aya wrapped his arms around Yohji's neck, bringing him closer. A smile ghosted over his face as he felt the blond grind their hips together again, the friction almost too much as he felt his legs shift to give the other better access. They wrapped around Yohji on their own, pressing them together hard enough for the blond to whimper into his mouth and he felt the almost-smile on his lips again. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough for him to allow Yohji to touch him like this. He wanted more of the blond, all that he could get. Aya wasn't sure of how much he trusted Yohji, but that could be taken care of if need be. He knew that he needed this, more of this and that the blond was the one best suited to give it to him. There had been others of course, but not one of them had made him feel like this. They had never been able to melt the frozen soul inside with a mere touch and that was what made him give in completely as Yohji's ministrations increased. For the first time, he let everything go and just concentrated on feeling and experiencing, burying the thirst inside for a little longer. That had been the reason for him to ask Yohji to slow down - the fear that he might loose control and end the night like so many others. That was the last thing he wanted, but as long as they went slow there would be no problem. Then he could handle it all, but not if Yohji would have continued in the same fashion. Thankfully, he seemed to have taken the words to heart and Aya thawed still a little more.

It was like kissing a block of ice. That was the only explanation Yohji could come up with as he broke away again, his lips tingling with the cold. It wasn't that the redhead wasn't responding - the gods should know that he was doing his best to drive Yohji crazy - it was the fact that he was colder than hell, even the air leaving his lungs in short puffs was too cool to come from a living being. He gazed down at the swordsman whose eyes were still closed, but as he brought up a hand to brush away the bangs from the perfect brow, they fluttered open. There was that odd expression in them again, and Yohji got the ridiculous notion that he really should move, leave and lock the door to his room behind him before things happened that he couldn't handle. Annoyed, he pushed the feeling away and instead smiled down at the redhead, a slow smile that made the younger man tense up again, his whole body going rigid beneath Yohji's. The chill from the body under him seemed to extend to the air around them as well and he could almost feel goosebumps on the back of his arms and neck. It felt like something was crawling down his back, in under his skin to settle around his spine. Shuddering, he tried to shake that feeling of doom away without succeeding. Aya didn't seem to notice, and he gritted his teeth. If the redhead didn't say anything, then Yohji wouldn't either. Instead, he gazed down at the younger man, locking his eyes with the violet ones.

"You're cold, you know that?" He whispered the words, afraid of what might happen if he spoke out aloud. Aya looked like he was about to flee any moment, his eyes the ones of a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

"Cold?" The question seemed to puzzle him for a moment before he regained his composure, the same gleam as earlier entering his eyes and Yohji swallowed. He was grateful for the fact that the younger man was pinned to the floor under him and that he was already lying down, for something in the amethyst depths made his knees weaken with an incredible accuracy for someone who behaved like he had never done this before.

"Yes, cold… Like in no bodyheat at all?" For some reason, those words delivered with the usual smirk made the younger man tense up even more, his eyes now glaring at Yohji who glared right back. Things had been going so well but if Aya was going to back out now he would go crazy. Already, the throbbing length between his legs was a painful reminder of what they were doing, and there was no way in hell that he was going to take care of that himself.

He didn't miss the slight change in the body under him when Aya relaxed momentarily as he seemed to try and regain his composure again. His eyes bored into Yohji's, drawing him deeper in as words that had no meaning for him spilled from the redhead's mouth.

"You want to do something about it then?" Once more, the smooth voice made him shiver in anticipation as he nodded blindly, ready to do whatever it took to get the redhead warm again. It had really been like kissing an icicle, everything in him so cold that the blond was almost worried that he might end up with frostbite.

Hands grabbed his shoulders roughly, flipping him over on his back with a strength that was unmatched by any other. He was too stunned to put up a fight, his brain going numb as Aya straddled him and forced him down on the cold floor. The hilt of the katana was digging rather painfully into his shoulder, but he didn't care. All he could see was the redhead poised over him, a feral gleam in his eyes that made Yohji wish that he had listened to that little voice earlier. He had never seen Aya like this, never seen him so full of emotions like those swirling so clearly through him now - lust, rage, sorrow and… fear?

Aya trembled slightly as he gripped Yohji's hair, forcing his face to the side to expose the golden throat and ignored the way the older man froze. Yohji had no clue what was going on, his wits scattered to the four corners of the earth again and the small sound in the back of his throat was suspiciously close to a whimper.

Cool, moist air hit his ear for a moment before a cold tongue followed, tracing the outer shell and leaving a trail of freezing wetness. He jerked his head trying to shake it off but as he grabbed the redhead by the shoulders, a low growl was heard - something very akin to an angry wolf. The sound made him freeze up again, his hands still resting on Aya's arms. There was a slight change in the stance of the body atop of him, the redhead settling down on his hips and forcing him to lay still.

"A-Aya?" His voice was hoarse again, almost trembling and the redhead paused with his ministrations long enough to deliver a 'Shut up, Kudoh'. If it hadn't been for the way he was feeling right now - very frightened and very angry - the reply would have made him smile. Aya would continue to deliver those menacing glares and icy replies even if the world came to an end. A second jerk of the head also proved that he wouldn't let go anytime soon. Another growl was heard, and Yohji's brain shut down for a moment as he felt the cold puffs on his neck right before the even colder lips followed.

"A-Aya? Wha-Oh God…" Cold lips were followed by a still colder tongue, tasting the skin on his neck slowly. It slid up to his jaw and back again, marking a large area. Yohji couldn't think, couldn't even breathe as teeth nipped at his neck, carefully at first, but after another moment a stinging feeling followed that increased into real pain. He yelped, unsuccessfully trying to remove Aya from his neck again but as the grip on the swordsman's shoulders tightened the pain increased.

"Itai!" He was desperately trying to remove the mouth from his neck, jerking his head and pounding on the form above him - all his assassin's training forgotten and left was only the sheer panic as the pain increased tenfold before he could feel Aya swallow. The hands on his shoulders tightened momentarily again, keeping him in place as he tried to lift himself off the floor. The cold, cold mouth was a searing contrast to the fire fanning out in little tendrils from where those pale lips where fastened and he jerked his head again, causing a gurgling sound from the redhead before a hand grabbed his hair, turning his face away from what was happening and forced him to be still. He bucked his hips in vain, the younger man seated too high for him to manage to throw him off. His hands fastened on the other's shoulders again, desperately trying to move him away but whatever he tried, Aya seemed to have a responding action to it.

"What are y-Mmph!" A cold hand landed on his mouth, silencing him. He tried to bite the palm that became gradually warmer but failing as it pressed down painfully on his open mouth, bruising his lips.

He was so occupied with trying to breathe through his nose that he at first didn't react to the tingling sensation coming from where the redhead had placed his mouth, but as it rapidly increased and spread throughout him, he felt his body relax. The hands holding onto the younger man's shoulders fell down to his sides instead as the pleasure spread in his body and he closed his eyes. He had never felt anything like this, fire and pain and pleasure coursing through him in waves and he choked back another sob as his hips bucked upwards in desperate need of more friction. The hand was removed from his mouth again and he cried out, the words incoherent as every nerve in his body was on fire.

"-gods Aya, feel so good, don't stop, please don't stop, need to-, gods-" The rest of the sentence was drowned in a cry as his body couldn't take anymore and his hips arched off the floor as he came, his vision searing out to complete white.

The mouth was removed from his neck a moment later, harsh breathing in his ear as the voice rasped something that he couldn't comprehend. His own breathing was as ragged and he tried weakly to shove the other off again, but Aya held onto him still.

The redhead hoisted himself up on his elbows again, watching as the blond tried to understand what had just happened to him. The green eyes were large, unseeing for a moment before a shaking hand pushed at him again without any real force behind it. Aya didn't move at all, satisfied with the warmth of the body under him and the fact that he was slightly less starved than before. He was relieved that he had been able to stop himself in time - a vision of Yohji's corpse lying on the floor as he drained the last drops from it made him shudder. The taste was just as the one he had had earlier from the blond's fingers, and it made him dizzy. It was sweet and metallic, warm and full and he wanted more of it, more than he could take and he licked his lips to savour the taste. Yohji felt everything so strongly and did nothing to hide it, to taste him was to plunge headfirst into a sea of emotions without any way of knowing what was up and what was down. The two pinpricks on the blond's neck was clearly visible, even as his saliva had helped to heal them. The area around them looked like someone would have given him a large hickey, but the swollen bruise would receed in a day or two.

The blond finally seemed to come to his senses again, staring at him. He didn't blink as Yohji's trembling hand came up to his face, tracing the blood from the corner of his mouth down to his chin and when he pulled it away again to stare at the red coating his fingers he couldn't hold back a slight smile. It was just like with a child - all wide-eyed and innocent and curious. Despite the obvious terror and confusion, there was some curiousity in the emerald depths as they turned to him again. Yohji brought the fingers to his own mouth, tasting the blood to confirm what his eyes were telling him and when the metallic taste settled on his tongue, he began to tremble. Green eyes turned accusingly to the redhead and he resisted the urge to lick the corners of his mouth. That would not be a good idea now, not when Yohji was going into a panic attack by the look of it.

"You! You're not human! You're a… a…" He tried in vain to come up with the word for what he thought the redhead was and Aya barely managed to keep back a sigh.

"Kyuuketsuki." Vampire. Yohji's eyes widened even more as he stared at Aya. He didn't believe what he had just heard, shaking his head in vehement denial.

"There are no vampires! You're a monster! You bit me!" Those words hurt, but he glared down at the blond with an expression in his eyes that told him that he had taken it too far.

"Shut up, Kudoh." The anger in the redhead's voice was enough for Yohji to close his mouth. He had never heard him speak in such a way - not even when he was going after one Takatori or another - and the blond recognize the wisdom in that decision as Aya stared at him.

"There are no vampires…" He tried whispering instead but the purple eyes turned to him again with a furious expression. Aya's lips were pressed together in anger and the blond swallowed nervously.

"What do I have to do to convince you…?" The voice was soft, but Yohji flinched anyway. Aya seemed to be speaking more to himself than to Yohji, and the redhead closed his eyes momentarily. When he opened them again, the blond knew that he hadn't imagined the red tint to them earlier. It was there, stronger than before and pinned him in place. He was unable to move, unable to breathe in any other way than through short gasps that rasped in his throat. For the first time ever, he actually thought that he would faint by pure fright.

"You're not human…" Green eyes were staring at him again, not really seeing anything and this time, Aya sighed. This wasn't what he had expected. He should have figured out that someone as firmly rooted in the 'real' world like Yohji should have taken it this way. Had it been Ken, he would probably have had a different reaction. A frown marred the swordsman's face for a moment as his thoughts went to his younger teammate. It was something about the claw-wielding man that he couldn't put his finger on, but was definitely amiss.

Yohji squirmed under him and he took a good look on his teammate. The green eyes were still large, the pupils dilated and his breathing hadn't slowed down. He was still denying what was happening and Aya frantically sought a way to convince him of the existence of his kind. His eyes fell on the katana, the hilt digging into the blond's shoulder. He reached out for it, removing it and watched how Yohji's eyes took on another disbelieving look.

"Watch."

Posing the blade to his arm he sliced deeply into it, grunting in pain. Warm blood oozed forward, running along the skin and dripped down his elbow. The blond watched in nauseated fascination as Aya brought the arm to his face, licking off the blood. As soon as it stopped running, he brought it down to Yohji's face so that he could see for himself as the cut closed up again, leaving a red scar that would be gone by morning. The blond shook his head in denial again, certain that Aya had played some kind of trick on him.

"You…" He couldn't find the words as he continued to watch the redhead who sighed. This was going to be more difficult than he had expected. If he wasn't prepared to accept things as they were - and more importantly, support Aya - he would either have to kill him or turn him into a 'Companion', someone who was something very close to a slave if he was to believe the word on the streets. He didn't want to do either of it. He wanted Yohji to trust him on his own and he sincerely hoped that things wouldn't get out of hand again.

"Accept it. I'm not human. I'm not a devil. I'm a vampire. I drink blood to survive." He looked the older man deeply into the green eyes as he forced the words out, making sure that they reached the blond. Yohji closed his eyes, still shaking his head in denial.

"You can't be! Vampires don't exist! You're just…" He trailed off, shaking his head as he seemed to realize that pissing a madman off when said madman was Aya and holding a sword in his hands wasn't a good thing to do.

"Sick?" Aya finished the sentence for him and Yohji tried not to squirm at the way the red eyes were directed at him again. They freaked him out like nothing else and he really wished that they would return to their normal purple again. Maybe if they did, this would just seem like a bad dream and not the reality he was too afraid of right now.

"Aya… Let me get up, and I can call Ken and Omi, and we can go to Kritiker and they can help you…" His voice was almost pleading as his hands rose to the redhead's face again, mindful of the katana still in his hand.

"They can't help me. No one can. Accept it, Yohji…" For the space of a heartbeat, something flashed in his eyes again, and Yohji felt his throat constrict as he recognized it as sorrow and a pain so deep that there were no end to it. He had never felt sorry for any of them before, they all had their pasts that they needed to cope with, but something in the way the redhead was looking made his heart clench. So lonely and scared…

"Aya… Please, let me up…" He tried again, brushing his knuckles against a now warm cheek, trying not to flinch away from the realization that the redhead was a lot warmer now than before he had decided to turn Yohji into a midnight snack. There was something wrong here, more wrong than Aya claiming that he was a vampire. How could he go so quickly from icy cold to being almost as warm as he himself? Aya's eyes were closed as he seemed to lean into the caress a little more, encouraging Yohji to go on. Not wanting to piss the man off again, he continued stroking his face and tried to come up with something that could get the redhead off him and let him leave the room. He was scared, more scared than he had ever been in his whole life - Aya was seriously deluded if he really believed that he was a vampire - and he wanted to get the hell away from the redhead. If he could just get to a phone and get a hold of Ken and Omi… Together, the three of them could get him to Kritiker and they could take care of him.

The katana clattered to the floor again and Yohji jumped at the sound. The younger man's eyes were still closed and he was trembling. There was something so vulnerable about him that Yohji couldn't help but pity him. The redhead's hands were hanging by his sides again, but even as he noticed it, they came to rest on his chest, the warmth of them piercing his shirt. He tried to keep back a shudder but Aya's eyes opened again, the now violet orbs fastened on him with the same intensity as before.

"Yohji…"

The way his name was breathed out sent shivers down his spine, drawing up the warmth inside again and as Aya's hands began to move in featherlight caresses over his chest he sighed. The redhead leaned forward a little, the same expression as earlier on his face. Yohji's fingers slipped out to his hair, entwining themselves with the red strands, still unsure of what to do and how to react. A small part of him wanted to stay and comfort Aya, but the general opinion of his mind was to put as much distance between himself and his teammate as possible. That was until the soft sound escaping the redhead came in contact with Yohji's ears. It was something between a whimper and a purr and hit him right in the guts, sending another shiver through him and the heat pooled into his belly again, swirling around. Aya was doing it again, casting the same spell as earlier with his voice and eyes and the way he looked both predatory and vulnerable at the same time. The violet eyes regarded him with more emotion than he had ever seen before - lust, fear and sorrow mixed with anger and uncertainty - and when he looked into their depths again he could feel himself falling, drawn by all those emotions swirling around. Aya had never been one to open up before, neither in thoughts nor in words, and to see him lower his walls like this was the only kick Yohji needed to fall headfirst into the redhead's waiting embrace. A voice purred something in his mind, something he couldn't even begin to comprehend, but he felt himself nod, accepting what was given to him. Another of those quicker-than-lightning changes flashed through the amethysts at his silent consent and a barely tangible smirk appeared in the redhead's eyes as he seemed to consider his next move. Yohji waited patiently for him to do something, warmth encasing his mind and a slightly groggy feeling settled again. The fear was gone now, left was the warm fuzzy feeling and an assurance that everything would be all right, whatever happened tonight, all he had to do was to trust Aya.

The swordsman dipped down, lips brushing against Yohji's along with a slightly warmer breath and the blond gasped. His hands took a better grip on the redhead's hair as he brought the lips still covered in blood down on his own, tongue darting out to taste them.

"Aya…" He sighed the name against the bloody lips, earning a soft growl as the redhead shifted forward, pressing down on Yohji's hips again.

"This was what you wanted, right? This is what you came here for …" Soft lips ghosted down his neck again, pausing to suck and nip lightly and he found himself waiting for the same soulsearing pain as earlier, but the redhead kept the touch light, mindful of his teeth. The last thing he needed now was for Yohji to freak out again, now when he was finally accepting and reacting like he wanted him to. It was hard enough to bring out that small part of the blond that wasn't terrified of him, the part that still wanted him, and leave it in charge. He had done things like that before, but he had been very reluctant to do that with Yohji - both because it might hurt him and because Aya wanted him to accept this on his own. When he was under the influence of the vampire, he would have no will of his own, and it was something Aya didn't want to happen. Yohji meant more than that to him, both as a teammate and as a friend, but most of all, he wanted the blond as a lover - one that wasn't there just because he wanted him to. The deep trust that had developed over the time they had been friends and teammates would help as the rest was built upon it. All he had to do was to bring it out…

The blond jerked his face up again, watching as Aya's eyes flashed to red and back to violet again before their lips met in the first tender moment they had shared ever since the blond had breached his sanctuary. Yojhi's hands left the red hair, ghosting down the back instead in featherlight touches that left Aya gasping and moaning as they found their way around his ribs, teasing his nipples. The redhead was still as they continued downwards, the only movement a shiver wrecking down his spine and a soft purr in the back of his throat. Yohji latched onto those reactions, drinking the sound emerging from the other man, yearning for the moment when he could bury himself in the warm body… This was what he wanted, what they both wanted, and he would make sure that the night ended like he first had intended to as he stepped into the room what felt like an eternity, or more, ago.

Aya's soft growls were back again, the sounds so feral and primitive that it was all he could do not to tear their clothes off and take him right there on the floor. The still functioning part of Yohji's brain tried to get him to slow down, but another purr from Aya sent those thoughts flying out the proverbial window in a rush. There would be no slowing down and no backing out. All he had to do was to make sure that the redhead understood that too.

"Aya… Bed…" he tried as the younger man arched back again, his hands under Yohji's shirt where they were ghosting down the hard planes of his abdomen. The fingers tickled his sides for a moment, bringing a startled gasp from him and a flash of amusement from Aya before they withdrew. He tried not to feel disappointed with the loss, but the thought was quickly replaced by the blank white again as the redhead rocked his hips against Yohji's, the oh so wonderful friction was back and he arched upwards to meet it, needing more of it than he could ever get. Hands grabbed his shirt roughly again and yanked it up over his head in a rush. His hands were caught momentarily in the folds as well, but Aya jerked it loose completely, dropping it to the floor before descending down on him again in another of those light, light kisses. He whimpered into the redhead's mouth, tasting his own blood and the other's saliva as their tongues danced together again. Aya answered with another of his growls, this one more primitive than the last, and he got off on it more than he had ever imagined. It was just something with the way the redhead seemed to revert to the most primitive of stages that got the the blond like nothing else and he grabbed him by the shoulders again. Lifting the smaller man off himself long enough to sit up and place a kiss where the jaw met the neck and earning a soft mewl, he looked up at the man in his arms. Unguarded lust and hunger were still clear on his face, and Yohji smirked. Time to deal out some punishment for earlier…

The swordsman's expression didn't change at all as Yohji's hands slid down his shoulders, ghosting out on his arms for a moment before continuing down and settle on his hips where they stayed as the blond's mouth found his neck again, sucking gently on the silky skin and imitating the vampire without realizing it. Aya's breathing hitched as a soft whimper was heard. It didn't get past the blond who smirked again, nipping gently at the large artery and inhaling another whimper as the redhead began to tremble in his arms.

"Yohji…" Green eyes fled up to meet violet ones tinted in red, and for the first time this night he wondered how much of what the redhead had told him was actually true. If there really was such a thing as vampires. Seeing the question in the blond's eyes, Aya leaned forward and touched their foreheads together in an attempt to calm him down. The influence he was under would break if he panicked again, raw emotions could shatter it like glass if they were strong enough.

"It's true…" The emerald eyes widened again as his own flashed from red to violet to red and back again, creating an alluring vision of beauty and strength and exposed his true nature in the feral gleam settling in them. Yohji's eyes widened even more, a strangled moan escaping him and Aya barely stiffled another sigh as he wrapped his arms around the older man's neck and trod his finger through the blond hair to force him to continue looking up at him. "It's true. Accept it."

"Is it really?" He was hoarse again, fear evident in his voice and the redhead could barely keep back a smile. This Yohji was so far from the usual suave one, the one who smoothtalked his way into the beds of others' and killed without hesitating. This Yohji was like a little child, frightened and curious all the same, not believing what his eyes told him. He was stiff under Aya and the redhead sank down a little more, rubbing their groins together in an attempt to take his mind off things he so obviously wasn't ready to believe in. The blond's breath hitched in his throat, but the fear and confusion didn't disappear from his eyes.

"Yes…" He leaned forward and whispered the word in the ear placed so perfectly for him to take advantage of, feeling how Yohji's pulse raced just under the soft skin in his throat. It made him dizzy again, the knowledge that he had tasted what no one else ever had. He was tempted to dip his head down and take another sample, but the vision of the blond's corpse stopped him once more. Instead he settled for nuzzling his ear, earning a groan and a thrust upwards with hips stiff and taut from sitting in the same position for so long. Yohji's breathing was shallow in his ears and the hands that had been so still on his hips moved out to his back instead, roaming up and down even as words of endearment were flung in the air around them. Aya didn't listen to them, the barely intelligible babble a buzz in the back of his head, like an annoying fly and concentrated on taking in the smell of the other man instead.

Yohji leaned back a little, hands busy feeling the smooth skin of the man seated in his lap. His legs had gone a little numb but he wasn't sure he dared to ask Aya to move, not now when things were so vulnerable and unstable. The redhead was purring as he whispered the same words over and over again in his ear and he felt a small smile on his lips and another surge of warmth and possessiveness spread through him at the thought.

They stayed in the same position for some time, neither of them really still but never moving more than a few inches and a feeling of contentment spread through them both. Aya was the first one to move, lifting his head from where he had buried it in the crook of Yohji's neck and shoulder to look at the blond. Yohji blinked, unsure of what to do and what Aya had in mind, but as his hands removed themselves from his hair, he sat up a little straighter. There was a small light of uncertainty in the redhead's eyes, and he merely continued to look at Yohji until the blond began fidgeting under the gaze of the violet eyes barely tinted with red and looked away. He couldn't meet those eyes, not now, not when he still hadn't figured out what he believed about the whole thing. Strangely enough, he wasn't afraid anymore, the fear had been completely replaced with the deep trust he had for his teammate and the lust he had felt earlier was back.

Fingers tilted his chin up again as lips descended on his own in a featherlight kiss and he sighed against them. His hands slipped up to Aya's hair again, a need to feel those silky strands building inside him as he kissed the redhead back, exploring his mouth with a feverish devotion. Aya groaned again, the sound shivering through Yohji and those little cracks in the younger man's armour was more than clearly visible. He latched onto the response again, doing his best to get the other to loose his precious control. There was just something about the way the redhead behaved when he didn't have a rational thought in his head that Yojhi wanted to experience again and again. That feeling of playing with fire was really the only thing he needed right then to have him in the same frenzy as earlier and the way the redhead trembled in his arms was always a good start. He didn't know which one of them that was leading this thing on - he could have bet next month's paycheck that Aya didn't either - and it was a feeling that settled in the pit of his belly again, a swirling warmth at the thought of the swordsman submitting to him so easily and wanting this as much himself.

Breaking away, he looked into those glorious amethysts, watching how the same need whirled in them as he knew was visible in his own and the ghost of a smile crossed his face. He would never let go again, ever. Whether Aya knew it or not, he was Yohji's now and no one would ever take him away from the blond while he still held breath in his body. The swordsman didn't seem to notice, or he was just too occupied with making those mewling noices again as Yohji's fingers teased down his spine to do the connection right then. Yohji didn't mind though, there would be plenty of time to tell him later.

"Bed… Now…" He tried to shift the redhead off him, but Aya latched onto him again with the same fervor as earlier, growling deep in his throat. Yohji paused, one of his hands still in the blood-coloured hair and the other had reached Aya's ass and was kneading the cheeks tentatively through the slacks. The redhead was trembling again, breath hitching in his throat at the warmth of Yohji's hands. The blond sighed and prepared to push the younger man off him, but Aya's lips curved into another of those smiles, barely quirking the corners upwards and he froze. Now what?

"Aya… The floor is cold…" He tried again to shift him off, and this time the smaller man obliged with a sultry look that did nothing to help. Their eyes met again and Yohji's breath hitched. The notion that he should be on his knees and begging the redhead to let him take him to bed was back again and he swallowed. Somehow, Aya was causing those feelings inside him again and he didn't know if he was supposed to be angry or give in to them. The redhead didn't batter an eyelash at him as he half-crawled over to the bed, giving Yohji a perfect view over the muscled back and that nice piece of ass and he was following before he even knew that he had moved. Aya's gaze flickered back to him again, something more beside lust visible in the depths of his violet eyes as Yohji crawled straight into his arms. The redhead accepted him without questions, nuzzling his neck again as the blond lowered them both to the mattress, Aya at the bottom. The younger man clinged to him for another moment, still not completely clear over what he was about to do and how to go about it. This was Yohji, his teammate, not some unknown man he had picked up from the streets to satisfy the hunger inside and things were bound to be different with him. The older man didn't seem to reflect over his hesitation as he dipped down again, claiming the redhead's lips in a heated kiss that sent shivers tingling through his body and he felt himself purr again. As earlier, the sound had the desired effect on the blond who renewed his attempts to drive him crazy and all Aya could do was lie back and let him. Yohji might know what he was doing but Aya wasn't sure he wanted to give it all up like this. It made him feel so vulnerable as the lips left his and ghosted down his neck instead, very much like his own had earlier. He must have tensed up again because Yohji lifted his head to look him in the eyes, unreadable emeralds boring into them and leaving him short of breath again.

"Shh… Relax, kitten…" That earned him a growl as the redhead tried to sit up again, intent on learning Yohji a lesson about calling him petnames. The corners of the blond's mouth quirked up a bit and Aya settled for a glare instead as he was pushed on his back gently. Yohji placed a small kiss on his lips again before returning his ministrations to other parts of his body. Fingers ghosted down his chest, followed by a wet mouth that left him gasping and clinging to the other. Fire spread out through little tendrils from wherever Yohji touched him, and he could feel the blond smile against his navel as the redhead unsuccessfully tried crawling out of his skin at the feeling of the tongue swirling around there for a moment.

Yohji had left all his doubts behind now, intent on making Aya his - whatever he was. There had never been such a creature as the redhead, he was certain of it. There was so much fire and life hidden within him, emotions Yohji was dying to let loose again. For all the time he had known the younger man, nothing had seemed to get to him except Takatori and his sister - neither of which Yohji wanted to contemplate right then. Thus, he set about to drive the redhead crazy for real. Looking up once to meet the violet eyes clouded over with lust, he bowed back down over the lithe body writhing on the bed. Aya didn't seem to be able to lay still for a moment as he continued nipping and suckling at the skin hard enough to leave a hickey or two. He set out to mark his territory, consciously making sure that the redhead knew where he belonged. Judging by the fact that he still had his head attached to his body, that had not been to cross the boundaries Aya had set up earlier and the redhead seemed torn between raging at him and lie back and let Yohji stake his claim.

Yohji's hands grabbed the hem of his slacks, pulling them down and he arched his hips up to help him. As soon as they were down on his thighs the blond dipped down again, his breath ghosting over the wet spot on his boxers that Aya found very embarrassing at the moment. He didn't like it when he lost control over his body like that, a sign of weakness that he couldn't afford to show. Yohji didn't seem to take it that way, the grin on his face enough for Aya to feel his heart beat a little faster. He wasn't sure it had been a smart move to feed before this, not when he could feel all his reactions so clearly and the fact that his heart was actually beating at the moment should have been enough for him to put an end to things.

A strangled moan escaped his lips and all thoughts of stopping disappeared as the blond nuzzled his weeping erection through the thin cloth still covering it. Lips and tongue flickered over the same spot, alternated with the hot breath sweeping down to catch him off guard. He felt the pants slide down his legs, tangling with his feet for a moment before they were jerked loose and dropped to the floor. Yohji's mouth hadn't left its position during the moments it had taken to perform the act and he bit back another moan as slender fingers traced the scars on his legs. It had never felt so good before, had never been so warm and slow. The only sex he had participated in had been quick fucks in alleys and public WCs where he had lured his victims to feed. There had never been anyone to really show him how things could be, but he had secretly hoped that Yohji would be the one.

The blond looked up again, only to find Aya staring at him with a strange lustcrazed expression on his face and he smiled. The red hair was tousled, the eartails scattered all over his face and the flushed cheeks became even more flustered as he fidgeted under the green eyes. He felt the same surge of protectiveness and warmth flood through him again, and for a moment all he could do was to stare at the redhead. His redhead. Aya could try and treat this like something that would only happen this once, but Yohji was going to make sure that this was something that would have a permanent place in their lives.

"Yohji…" The halfstrangled moan escaping him again made the blond come to his senses and he grinned again as his fingers slipped inside the hem of the last annoying article of clothing, teasing and coaxing another choked sound from the redhead. Payback's a real bitch, kitten…

Aya's back arched again, hands twisting in the sheets as Yohji chuckled. The sound produced a low growl from the younger man, his eyes flashing dangerously. Another chuckle was the response to that, and Aya felt the cloth glide down his legs as Yohji settled between them with a gleam in his eyes that didn't bode well for the redhead. The grey boxers were blatantly swung from slender fingers before dropping to the floor on the discarded slacks and Aya felt the blush rise again. As he tried to sit up again, the blond's hand on his chest stopped him with its light pressure and he obliged with leaning back on the pillows again.

"Just lie there, kitten…" The petname earned another growl, but Yohji was too busy staring at him to pay attention to it, long fingers wrapping around him in the most intimate of ways. Aya's hands twisted in the bedsheets again as he felt Yohji hoist his left leg up over his shoulder, creating an alluring contrast between the pale thigh and the sunkissed arm encompassing it as he held onto the redhead's slim hips. Aya sucked in breath again, an unconscious motion. He didn't really need the oxygen anymore, breathing was just a reflex that his body wouldn't give up, something he cursed silently as Yohji noticed it and chuckled again. Aya glared right back, but as the skilled fingers began moving up and down his hard length, all rational thought left his mind as mewls and gasps filled the otherwise silent room.

Yohji couldn't take his eyes off the redhead as he laid there, open for the world to see. He had lowered his guard, the naked need in his motions and gaze making him both strong and vulnerable at the same time, another stark contrast to add to the rest surrounding him. Yohji knew that he would never forget the moment those glorious eyes fluttered shut again, his back arching and the pale skin became flushed with the emotions and blood rushing through him. Candlelight flickered over him, playing with the red hair and the milky complexion and giving him an ethereal appearance once more. The blond had never been one to believe in fairytales, but at that precise moment, he could have sworn that the redhead really was what he claimed to be - Kyuuketsuki.

"So beautiful…" He wasn't aware that he had whispered the words out loud, but as Aya's eyes opened again and locked onto his, he knew that he had the advantage. Soft mewls escaped the younger man again as his eyes continued to stare unseeing at him before they closed once more. White teeth bit down on pale lips, colouring them in red as a choked sob was heard and Yohji decided that it was time to move in for the kill. He shifted his position so that he was placed just above the tip of the redhead's erection, his hand moving up and down the length at a languid pace set to drive the smaller man crazy.

"Aya, look at me …" The violet eyes opened for a moment before closing again, and Yohji couldn't keep back a smile. The kitten was stubborn… "Open your eyes, Aya… I want you to watch…" His voice was husky, murmuring in the quiet room as the redhead slowly opened his eyes again, the violet tinted with red and the lustglazed expression all he needed to get to work.

Flicking his tongue out, he tasted the liquid leaking from the slit at the top and Aya arched almost off the bed as he mewled, the sound so primitive and feral despite the muffled way it was produced that it sent goosebumps down Yohji's back.

"Yohji… Please… Don't…" He bit his lip again as the blond took to suckling on the tip for a moment as he shifted down, feeling how Aya tensed up again. His hand slid back up the redhead's body, pausing to flick over a sensitive nipple and he lifted his face again as Aya began to tremble.

"Don't what?" Using the same voice proved fruitful as Aya glared at him before sinking down on the sheets damp with his sweat, his breathing shallow and coming in short gasps.

"Don't…" He paused to swallow, his throat dry and Yohji had the opportunity to see the redhead in a way no one else ever would, his last walls came tumbling down as the blond stroke the painfully hard length with slow, deliberate movements. He wanted Aya reduced to dust by his hands and mouth, in such desperate need of him that he wouldn't hesitate anymore.

"Don't what, little one? Do this?" Swallowing the throbbing length, he earned a shout from the redhead and hands burying themselves in his hair as hisses and curses continued flying in the air around them. Holding the younger man down with a determined arm over the slim hips, he set about reaching his goal. His tongue flickered over the sensitive slit again and again, licking up whatever was given to him before Aya bucked his hips upwards, trying to bury himself completely in the warm, moist cavern. Yohji deepthroated him, pressing down on the hips again as he bobbed his head up and down, using his teeth as careful friction and Aya couldn't believe that those noices filling the air were actually coming from him. Moans and gasps were choked back as he bit down on his lip again, the fangs piercing it within a heartbeat. He tasted the blood, lapping at the wounds unconsciously as he felt himself tense up again, arching his back as he came in Yohji's mouth. His vision danced in white spots in under closed eyelids, deprived of all other colour. There was a choking sound of surprise, but as his seed continued to spurt out, he felt the blond swallow it. Lying back on the pillows, he tried to regain even a shred of his composure, failing miserably as the blond lifted his head from where he had buried it between his legs. A pink tongue flickered out to clean up what he had missed swallowing. Aya stared at the way the mouth curved into a slow smile, unable to look away as his leg was dropped off the tanned shoulder and Yohji moved up over his body in a such a way that it brought the redhead's thoughts to a tiger, their eyes locking. He was desperate to draw up his walls of ice again, to put some distance between them, but Yohji was having none of it. He was as determined to get Aya to open up as the redhead was to keep the distance between them and neither of them was going to back down on this. Yohji was the one to break the silence first, poised above the smaller man with his legs on either side of the slender waist and his elbows supporting him on the mattress as he stared down with a pleased smile on his face.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it kitten?" The smirk on his face was enough for Aya to tense up again, glaring at him. He couldn't find his voice to speak - the only thing coming out of him would be another of those pathetic mewls and gasps if he tried. Yohji seemed to know that as well as he stroke back one eartail from the flushed face, enjoying the way the redhead jumped at his touch. "What? You speechless already? I've just gotten started… There's a long time before dawn yet, sweetie…" That did it, Aya decided as he pulled out the Glare O'Death. Yohji was going to die at dawn, screw Kritiker, Ken and Omi. He had crossed the boundaries for the last time with that remark and Aya was going to make sure that he understood what had cost him his life. Snarling silently, he watched as Yohji's face took on a serious expression again, the green eyes gazing down on him. He was very tempted to shove his knee up the groin posed so perfectly there, but the gentle smile grazing the rosy lips made him hesitate. There was something in the blond's eyes, like he was gazing down on something that was precious to him and it got to Aya like nothing else. No one had ever looked like him that way, not even his parents, and he shivered. That seemed to be what Yohji had been waiting for as he leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips, tongue flicking out to wipe off the last of the blood trickling down without any of the fear or doubt from earlier. In fact, he looked so pleased with himself that Aya wondered if he should be calling Yohji 'kitten' instead.

"Ready for another round, kitten?" Before he had had the chance to respond, a hot mouth latched onto his neck, once more imitating the vampire's moves as it nibbled and sucked and Aya growled deep in his throat. Yohji stiffled another chuckle as he felt the redhead shift under him and he pressed his hips down to meet those thrusted up against him again. It looked like the kitten was ready to play after all…

Giving up that luscious spot just where the jaw met the neck and the pulse raged the most, he steadied himself on his elbows as he gazed down on Aya's guarded expression. The redhead was building his walls again, but this time, Yohji wasn't about to be shut out. He was going to make sure that he was firmly bedded in that mind before he let the younger man go anywhere.

"Kudoh…" At a loss of words, Aya settled for another glare that did nothing to deter the blond. Yohji smiled the same slow smile again, watching as Aya's breath hitched up a notch and the way the redhead seemed poised to flee any moment now.

"Yes, little one?" Wiggling his eyebrows in a very suggestive way he kept his eyes on Aya's, watching for the reaction he knew would come. As predicted, the redhead sighed and rolled his eyes before taking to staring at him again and Yohji moved from his position over the younger man. He had a few things to take care of, of which one was in his room. Aya looked at him as he rose, but as the redhead made a move to cover himself up, Yohji was there again, grabbing him by the arms and shaking his head.

"Big no-no, kitten. Lie there and wait…" Ignoring the soft growl again, he hurried out of the room and back to his own. Rummaging through the topdrawer, he found the bottle of lube he had been searching for. Whatever had possessed him to buy lavender-scented oil he couldn't even begin to fathom, but it seemed that he had had made the right choice there. Aya usually smelled of lavender from his shampoo or soap or something - it wasn't like he had had the chance to find out, yet - and there would be nothing more perfect for what he had in mind. Slamming the drawer shut again, he considered some of the other things he had stored there, but decided to leave it to another occassion. And there would be another, he was going to make sure of it. Aya might be crazy, or a vampire, but the sample he had taken earlier of the redhead had convinced him that neither of it mattered the slightest. He was Yohji's, nuts or bloodsucking or both.

Opening the door to the redhead's room slowly, he was greeted with the younger man sprawled on the bed like he had left him, impatience shining in his eyes. The smouldering red was back again, drawing Yohji closer without him even remembering that he was moving. He shivered as the gaze traveled down his body and up again, lingering at the still throbbing length between his legs that was so clearly visible as he moved forward slowly. He didn't want to startle Aya into flight or fighting, but give him a sense of apprehension of what was about to happen. Yohji knew how he looked in those pants - enough nights out had taught him how to dress for the best appearance - and Aya didn't stand a chance with him right now.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting as the redhead relaxed again. The violet eyes regarded him silently, almost as impassive as before but with a slight tightening at the corners that told Yohji it was all an act.

"Kitten?" Waiting until the glare had died down again, he continued, "What are you going to do with me at dawn?" The question startled the redhead, but he regained his composure at once, watching as Yohji juggled with the small bottle in his hand as he waited for the answer.

"I was going to drain you of blood, but I've changed my mind." Waiting until he had the undivided attention of his 'lover', he continued in the same icily sarcastic voice, "Now, I think I settle for killing you the next time you call me 'kitten'." Yohji snorted at that, bringing down another Glare O'Death as he leaned down to look Aya straight in the eye.

"I don't think that would be such a good idea, kitten. Think about how much I would be missed by all the women - and men - out there. Don't you realize that they would be investigating my death thouroughly? I mean, the loss of the gre-Mmph!" Aya had jerked him down again, eyes glowing with the same feral red as his lips covered Yohji's and prevented him from completing the sentence. Not that the blond complained the least, on the contrary, he was very pleased that he had managed to wring yet another reaction out of the otherwise silent man. Slender fingers were buried in his hair again, tilting his head to the side for better access and he pressed Aya back down again, taking control of the kiss within moments. No matter how much fire the redhead had coiled inside him, no one stood the chance to the kisses of Kudoh Yohji when he wanted to shatter everything about the person. It worked with Aya as well, the younger man inexperienced enough for him to break down the notion of who was in charge easily. He slipped back into the bed, the redhead oblivious as a hand took to stroking his length again, the skilled fingers bringing back the feeling from earlier.

When Yohji was going decidedly dizzy from the lack of oxygen, he broke away, watching as Aya's eyes opened again, concentrating on him. He realized that he still had his pants on, but even as he made a move to release the throbbing flesh again, Aya's hands moved over to open the button and push them open. Yohji bit back a curse as the fingers teased him for a moment before he lifted himself off the bed, waiting as the redhead slipped the offending piece of clothes down his hips, refusing to let his gaze waver below Yohji's chest. There was something decidedly akin to a blush on the pale man's face again as he laid back on the mattress, still refusing to lower his eyes.

Yohji kicked himself out of the pants - he hadn't bothered with underwear that morning - shuffling them away as he sat down on the bed, watching Aya watch him. Things were completely reversed now from when he had first entered the room. He was the one in charge, not Aya. He had enjoyed the little show the redhead had put on - minus the part where he had been turned into a midnight snack for the younger man - but it was nothing compared to the fact that it was he who was in control here, not the redhead. He had never submitted to anyone before, and he wasn't about to start now. Besides, Aya was inexperienced enough not to know what to do and how to go about things, while Yohji knew more than most about what was going to take place.

"Aya?" He wanted the full consent from the redhead before he was going to do anything and the violet eyes latched onto his again, boring inside him to reveal what he was thinking. Then, the redhead nodded once and it was all he needed as he sank down on the mattress again, leaning over the pale chest to catch the wonderful lips just waiting to be ravished. He smiled, noticing the way the younger man was eyeing him suspiciously but he didn't make a move to block the blond. Aya seemed content with just lying back and watching him go about making his preparations.

Coating his fingers with the oil, he made sure that the redhead watched what he was doing as his hands ghosted down the hard planes of the pale abdomen, barely touching and the smaller man sucked in breath again as they brushed over his now erect penis before continuing down. Yohji moved with them, hoisting his leg up on the same golden shoulder again as his finger brushed against the puckered entrance, probing carefully around it for a minute as he felt Aya relax and lean back. The way the redhead tensed up again made him pause, waiting until his eyes were almost closed again before pushing the first finger in a little. A hiss was his reward and the eyes flew open again, glaring at him.

"Relax, kitten… It won't hurt…" As the tight muscles relaxed a little he pushed further in, moving slowly in and out, stretching carefully and pausing every time the tight ring of muscles clamped down on the digit. He kept the same pace for a while before adding the next, repeating the process and watched Aya closely as he twisted them around, searching for the one golden spot that would make the redhead produce those mewls that he had become addicted to during the last hour or so.

Aya's eyes flew open, his mouth gasping and Yohji was very pleased with himself as the soft sound emerged as he pressed down on the fingers, wanting more even as the blond gave it to him.

"Yohji…" That, he decided, was the most erotic thing the redhead had said all the time he had known him, the way he breathed out his name in a slow, throaty purr that sent tingles through Yohji as well. He moved the fingers again, twisting and turning and the younger man answered with equal movements on the bed and Yohji had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from withdrawing and replace his fingers with the aching need that was demanding attention between his legs. Carefully, he moved the fingers in and out, saxing them in slow movements that was driving the writhing man crazy and he growled something that had a similarity to 'Fuck you, Kudoh', which in turn brought a smile to the blond's lips.

"Nah, I think I'd fuck you instead, beautiful." As expected, the last word brought a startled look to the redhead's face and his smile widened. Aya could be so naive sometimes, or maybe he just didn't have any apprehension of his looks. Whatever it was, Yohji was glad that he was the one clueing him in on it.

Twisting his fingers around one last time, he withdrew them, much to Aya's disappointment. He watched as Yohji coated his raging erection, this time eyeing him openly. If he blond noticed, he didn't show it. He merely moved Aya's legs as he wanted them, watching the reactions he drew from the smaller man all the while, the sudden nervousness as he positioned himself at the tight entrance, tip barely brushing against the rosy pucker.

"Aya… Look at me…" One hand holding onto the leg on his shoulder and the other sneaked out to turn the redhead's face to him, he made the younger man meet his eyes. The feeling of drowning was back again, but he didn't care. All that mattered was that he was going to make Aya his in the most primitive way possible, back down to the foundation of mankind. There was no fear in the violet depths now, only a slight excitement about what was going to happen, and it was with that thought firmly planted in his mind and eyes that Yohji pushed his way into the waiting embrace.

He moved slowly, inch by wonderful inch, pausing every time the redhead tensed up the slightest even if it was driving him crazy before he was finally buried inside, the warmth engulfing him from all sides. He groaned as he felt Aya clench down on him again, knowing that it wasn't intentional.

"Aya… Gods, so fucking… tight…" The redhead gazed up at him, eyes heavily lidded and he looked very much the kitten the blond had named him as a slight pout appeared on the now rosy lips. Yohji leaned forward, withdrawing slightly from the heat encasing him and the sense of loss filled the redhead. He pressed back, wanting more of the shaft that filled him so completely and Yohji was more than happy to oblige, pressing back in again and groaning at the friction.

"Yohji…" That was it, he decided - the way the redhead said his name was going to be both their downfalls and he was determined to take as much with him as possible as he fell.

"Please… Aya…" A small smile grazed the redhead's lips, wicked and revengeful as he wrapped his legs around the blond, bringing him closer again. It was all the invitation Yohji needed as he withdrew again only to slam right back in, the sound of skin slapping against skin breaking the sudden silence of the room. The blond reached down, wrapping his long fingers around Aya's erection again, pumping it in counterstrokes with his thrusts as he tried to angle in to hit the spot that produced all those lovely moans and mewls again. Aya's hands were gripping his shoulders, nails digging in like claws as the redhead tried to hold onto reason again but Yohji didn't mind. He wanted all the contact he could get with the smaller man even if it probably would leave scars.

Back arching up again, Aya mewled in that way that made Yohji go absolutely fucking nuts and he arched back as well, trying to go deeper in to produce another but even as he tried, Aya turned his heavily lidded lustfilled gaze to him again, pinning him in place for a frozen moment with the way all the fires of hell suddenly had lit inside them. For the first time, he really understood what kind of creature Aya was - pure and untouched, defiled and rotten, but the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on, and that was all that mattered to him now.

He pushed himself deeper inside again, slamming harder in than before and Aya met him thrust for thrust as he pressed back down again, the need to keep Yohji buried inside him and keep hitting the same bundle of nerves over and over again strong enough to close everything else out - the flickering light of the candles and the soft sound of sheets rasping against his skin mingled with the moans coming from Yohji, the words of endearment mumbled as the blond's eyes were closed and the expression on his face one of pure bliss.

Aya arched back a last time, coating their abdomens with his seed and Yohji produced a muffled shout as the muscles clamped down hard on him and he released his own in spurts into the warm, tight sheat surrounding him. Stars seemed to sparkle on his eyelids as he closed them, millions of stars in all the colours imaginable but most of them centered on red.

As he opened his eyes again, he was met with Aya's slightly shocked gaze. The expression of bewilderment on the redhead's face was one thing he never thought he was going to see and he felt the smile tug at the corners of his mouth again. It broke out for real when Aya finally seemed to notice him, alternating between glaring and blushing, the faintest of changes in colour on the pale skin was detectable as Yohji brushed away sweaty bangs from his face. He hadn't been surprised if Aya would have tried to bite him right then, but the swordsman closed his eyes and sighed as he leaned into the soft caress even more. Yohji felt his hand shake as he stroke the cheek for another moment before steadying himself enough to pull himself out of the limp body under his. Aya didn't move, merely opened his eyes to nothing more than slits of violet as he watched Yohji reach for the discarded pants on the floor. A feeling of unease grabbed him as he expected the blond to take his clothes and leave, but as it was his own grey slacks that were brought back, he relaxed a little.

The blond turned to him, watching as Aya relaxed again, wondering what had gone through that mind as he began to clean them up with a few swift sweeps of the cloth. Aya didn't even glare at the way he treated his clothes and Yohji took that as a good sign as he laid back beside the younger man, pulling him close. Aya tucked his head under Yohji's chin, determined not to let the blond slip away. The steady pulse was raging through just under the skin and he turned his face that way, placing a small kiss just above the large artery, licking over the earlier pinpricks there and felt Yohji groan and tense up. He continued with his ministrations for another moment before lying back down again, watching how most of the candles had already been snuffed out on their own and the rest were soon to follow.

"Aya? Kitten?" The already detested petname made him look up again, a glare directed to the blond that would have sent anyone else scooting back, but Yohji decided that he had already breached the worst walls when he came into the room earlier that night - not that the glare didn't make him at least a little conscious of where the katana was and how soon the kitten could be out of bed with it in his hands - so he settled for nuzzling his neck as he waited for an answer. Aya sighed before turning to him.

"What?" Ice was back in his voice again, but Yohji could also make out other emotions hidden underneath and that made the warm feeling inside him spread.

"It's almost dawn… Shouldn't you be back in your coffin, or family vault by now?" Aya sent him another murderous glare, not believing how the idiot could turn one-eighty from actually being nice to become such a complete moron in two seconds.

"If you haven't already noticed, the sun won't burn me up. Cut off my head or stake me through the heart - or even set me on fire - but sunlight won't kill me." Deciding that the blond would have to settle for that as an answer, he turned over again, pressing himself back against the broad chest. He could almost hear Yohji arguing with himself as the arms tightened around him again.

"Whatever you say, kitten…" The words sent shivers down his spine as they were breathed into his ear and a kiss was placed at the nape of his neck before Yohji settled down behind him.

"Don't call me that…" The growl was lost to the blond who just burrowed himself in closer, spooning around the smaller man and sighed contently. This was just the first of many nights like these, if he had anything to say about it. The next time, maybe he could even get the redhead to show him what he could do with his katana…

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STUFF IS GOING TO BE REWRITTEN, COMPLETED ALPHA-VERSION UP NOW.

MORAL OF THE DAY:

Don't mix perverted muses with high blood pressure, children. I have both and this is the last time EVER I even LISTEN to him… *grumbles*

ABOUT THE 'LEMON':

I can't write lemons (this one took me a whole night to write and I can't BELIEVE I wrote that! *blushes*), we all know that for a fact now. But that doesn't mean that I can't continue trying, right? J

The music I used for writing that scene is NOT the one I usually listen to, but since I needed something to get me in the mood for a romantic scene, I had to find something else than the usual metal… I'm a very moody person when it comes to music, and it's really easy for me to go from happy-bouncy to fuck-the-world just by one song. There, now you know that! J

FINAL NOTES:

And yes, vampires ARE sexy… Aya just seemed like one to me. There will be a sequel to this as well, with Ken and Omi… Don't know when I get the time to put it down on paper, but sometime soon I hope. It will be along the same theme, although not vampires. It will be about… Well, you just have to wait and read, right? J

Oh, and leave a review, please? It will help me get the sequel out faster…J

And how many of you read all the way down here? Notes are boooooriiiing, right? But they need to be written, at least I think so… J