Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Brief Encounter ❯ Part IV ( Chapter 4 )

Author's Notes: Updated this bit, not much just a few adjustments here and there.

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Aya rolled down his windscreen and extended a hand to press the metal call button. However there was a clear apprehension to his movements as his hand seemed to falter several times before reaching its destination. As he waited for an answer, he drummed his fingers nervously on the window's rubber seal.

`Hi, just pull up to the porch ok?' Yoshi's voice cut through the electric crackle a second before the gate swung open with a quiet buzz, revealing the partially lit stone paved driveway.

After parking his white Porsche between the stone columns, Aya pressed the soft button to lock it before turning to look up at the imposing front doors. Out of habit, he ran a hand through his hair as frowned at the distorted reflection of himself in the Porsche's high gloss finish, still unsure about what he was wearing. Omi and his sister, who had insisted on helping him dress, had called it `risquй'…..personally he though `whore' would be more appropriate. Ok, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration but it certainly was a new look for him.

The three of them had argued over everything from designer to colour, finally compromising on smart black trousers and a black tight sleeveless crop top that showed off the fine line of his hipbones while his sparkling navel ring accentuated the slenderness of his waist. Aya however had insisted on wearing something over it and had chosen a silky black shirt that shimmered silver at certain angles, which he kept partially buttoned. Although Aya-chan hadn't been crazy about the dark colour, she did acknowledge that it brought out the ivory pallor of her brother's skin and the deep crimson of his hair.

Taking a deep breath, he started to make his way up the stairs only to have the front door fall open before his foot even touched the top step.

`Hi,' Yoshi said when they were finally eye to eye, causing Aya to notice that on level ground the drummer was just a fraction taller than he was. `Would you like to come in?' The way in which he said those words was the manner of a man who was used to effortlessly captivating crowds with a single gesture. Yet there was a very real smile in his voice that put Aya at ease almost immediately.

`Yeah sure,' he said stepping inside the house.

`I've made reservations for us at eight. Before that, would you like a glass of wine or something?' he asked motioning towards the bar. Aya shook his head slightly in a no before sitting down at the drummer's dining table.

`Then let me just get my keys then,' Yoshi smiled to him as he turned to go into the kitchen. Aya's normally observant nature noted that although the drummer was similarly dressed all in black, he seemed to be all laces. Burgundy suede ties held together the V-neck of his shirt while similar ties dangled from his long sleeves. Bejeweled crucifixes suspended from his slim hips and an ebon choker hugged his pale throat. Even so, there was a kind of beautiful simplicity about him that couldn't be denied no matter what he was wearing.

Aya suddenly felt the impulse to laugh out loud at the sheer absurdity of it all. For despite his age, Aya hadn't much experience at socialising, you tended not to when you were in the business of killing people. Yet here he was, on a date with an extremely desirable rock star, the staple fantasy of many a teenage girl.

Although he managed to suppress it, he must have still had a smile on his face that was obvious enough for Yoshi to look at him quizzically and ask, `What's so funny?'

`Nothing Yoshi, really,' Aya was quick to reassure the drummer for reasons still unknown to him. But what he did know was the tangible feeling of relief that came over him when he saw Yoshi visibly relax.

`The place we're going to is one of my favourites. Its…unobtrusive,' he finished dryly absently fingering the ornate platinum and amethyst earcuff on his left earlobe.

His specific choice of words made Aya realise that Yoshi knew that a date with him would never be just a "normal" date. And while he didn't play down the fact, he didn't go out of his way to point it out either but instead seemed to be concentrating on making Aya feel comfortable, something the redhead appreciated.

A shrill mechanical melody followed by a loud clatter interrupted Aya's musings as Yoshi's cellphone that was on the table started to vibrate. Picking it up, he frowned a little as he recognised the number.

`Excuse me,' he said leaving Aya to go and take the call in the kitchen.

`Moshi moshi…'

`Yoshiki, glad I managed to get you,' the crisp tones of X Japan's PR manager Kei came across the line.

`Why?' Yoshi asked as he leaned against the kitchen's island, trying to ignore the rising feeling of trepidation inside of him. Kei always made him feel this way, the man was more of a workaholic than he was and that was saying something.

`Do you remember that photo shoot X Japan did for `Fool's Mate'? Well everyone has done their individual shots except for you.'

`Yes I remember, I had to go back to the studio to fix our next single. You said you'd reschedule it for me Kei.'

`The thing is, the only time they could reschedule it for…is tonight,' Kei on the other end braced himself, with good reason.

`But I'm on a date!' Yoshi raised his voice but immediately dropped it down again mindful of Aya in the next room. `Kei,' he started to pace, `you know I ask for very little in terms of personal time and to just drop this one me…'

`Yoshiki, I am sorry about your date,' he said, the flatness of his remorse unconvincing to the extreme, `and the short notice. But they themselves were only sure a few hours ago and the magazine goes to press in a few days. I am sorry but you don't have a choice in this. The Sukama office building, they are expecting you within an hour. I'll see you there.' The conversation ended with an abrupt `click' leaving Yoshi with the murderous urge to hurl his phone across the room.

`Is something wrong Yoshi?' Aya asked coming into the kitchen, having heard the last part of the call. Yoshi turned to face him, frustration clearly etched across his handsome features.

`Aya….I don't know how to say this but,' he ran a hand through his hair in a gesture of irritation, `I have to be at this photo shoot and I cant get out of it…shit, you have idea how sorry I am forcing you to drive out here and…'

`How long is it going to take?' Aya cut in putting an end to Yoshi's flood of apologies.

`A couple of hours…maybe more… I can't be entirely sure.'

`Why don't I come with you then?' Aya said quietly taking Yoshi aback.

`You…want to come on a shoot…with me?' Yoshi said slowly, making sure he had understood the redhead correctly.

`Will that be a problem?' Aya asked evenly, a clearly expectant look in his violet eyes.

`No, but,' Yoshi distractedly rubbed his wrists, `you are going to be bored. They can be the dullest things on earth.'

`I have nowhere else to go Yoshi and besides,' Aya gave the drummer a small, but definite smile, `I was promised a date.' He determinedly crossed his arms and Yoshi knew when he was beaten.

`Ok,' he conceded but his hazel eyes sparkled with a kind of surprised pleasure, `but don't say I didn't warn you.'

*

If Aya were the kind of person who enjoyed creating a scene, he would have been more than satisfied with the sensation he caused when he showed up with Yoshi. A sparse man in a slightly rumpled business suit, who Yoshi pointed out as Kei, made a beeline for the both of them as soon as he spotted them walking out of the elevator. After muttering a terse greeting, he immediately pulled the X Japan leader to one side.

`Your date…is a guy!' he threw his hands up in a theatrical gesture almost going into conniptions.

`Oh, so Hide can have bare-breasted women cavorting on stage during a gig but I cant go out with a man?' Yoshi said archly.

`That was different Yoshiki! And besides, I don't understand why you had to bring him with you,' he spluttered going quite purple in the face while Yoshi simply looked at him unperturbed.

`Since you forced me to be here, I was forced to bring him along. And Kei,' Yoshi gave him a hard look, `you will be nice to him.' The drummer could be quite hostile when he wanted to be.

`The tabloids will have a field day if this ever gets out,' Kei said clearly agitated as he glanced over at Aya. You'd never think that this was the same man who used to cover up their drunken nights without batting an eyelid.

`That's what I pay you for,' Yoshi said calmly as he was ushered off to wardrobe leaving Kei standing there looking as if he were about to have kittens.

`Serves him right the date interrupting prick,' he smirked mentally as the magazine's wardrobe mistress started pulling out racks of clothes in front of him. As he started rifling through the various styles of trousers and shirts, Yoshi was startled when the wardrobe mistress came up to him and whispered deferentially in his ear.

`He's beautiful Yoshiki-san,' she said in hushed admiration. Apparently not everyone shared Kei's feelings of displeasure towards the redhead. Yoshi looked over his shoulder to where Kei had gotten Aya a chair just behind the line of cameras and lights and felt his chest fill with an inexplicable sense of possessiveness.

`He is isn't he?' Yoshi said softly, as if he himself had just become aware of the fact. It also dawned on him, with startling clarity that while he had enjoyed getting a rile out of Kei, what he liked even more was the fact that Aya was there.

It was quite a revelation.

Meanwhile Aya was thinking, that while the Sukama building with its smoked glass windows and luminous blue fish tank were undoubtedly aesthetically pleasing, it still wasn't the place he pictured his first date in a long while would be. Honestly, he had been surprised that Yoshi had allowed him to tag along as Omi had told him how particular the drummer was about his privacy. Not only that, he clearly didn't hide the fact that they were together. While Aya wasn't bothered about the latter, it did upset, albeit it not unpleasantly so, Aya's preconceived notion of him that they were simply too different, in both lifestyle and personality, to get along.

As evening melted into night, Aya found that despite Yoshi's misgivings as well as his own, it wasn't actually that bad. True, it wasn't the most entertaining of activities but people mostly left him alone as they were more preoccupied with the task at hand. Even when they did notice, the only things said to him were polite offerings of coffee or tea.

Undeniably the thing that made the experience interesting, was Yoshi. Although they never used just one place to shoot, Yoshi would always spare a few minutes in between frames to talk to him or if he couldn't do that, he would just give Aya fleeting reassuring smiles from where they made him stand. As it was, Aya was never made to feel ignored or forgotten.

Not to say he wasn't professional, far from it but there had been a couple of instances where he had let his cool mask of professionalism slip a little. The first had been when they had him sprawled across one of the most uncomfortable looking couches Aya had ever seen. He supposed its unique design could be described as modern, but to Aya it still looked like four strategically placed cubes covered in white mohair. As he craned his neck to get a better look, he happened to lock eyes with Yoshi, who at that moment chose to pull a comical face, crossing his eyes and poking out his tongue.

Aya had been startled at first by the uncharacteristic gesture, but then felt laughter bubble up in his chest, which he couldn't stop. This set off Yoshi as well whose thin frame shook as he pressed a hand to his mouth in order to contain his own laughs. The `Fool's Mate' staff looked at the both of them as if they were mad causing Yoshi to immediately regain his former composed demeanor, but not before shooting Aya a conspiratorial wink.

But it was the other time that Aya clearly remembered. It had been when they had Yoshi pressed up against the dark glass with one foot tucked beneath him with instructions to look off into the distance. This was a variation of the pose that the photographer seemed to favour, where Yoshi's head was slightly downcast, his hair falling forwards like a curtain revealing the full sweep of his lashes. Attractive yes but somewhat cliched and in Aya's mind couldn't hold a candle to shots where the drummer was smiling. A slightly depreciating half smile that gave a glimpse of real emotion that Aya found more intriguing than the enigmatic faзade he liked to project.

Aya had looked up at that point to see Yoshi staring at him, an odd look in those light brown eyes. Time seemed to slow and Aya found it impossible to tear himself away from the intensity of his gaze and he felt long forgotten desire catch him by the throat.

Then the photographer had asked Yoshi to move and the moment was lost but not before Aya was left with the feeling of having just been blindsided by a truck. He flushed, and sternly reminded himself of his original reason for being here. However it still had unnerved him more than he was willing to admit.

It was just a little past 11 when they finally finished. Yoshi came up to him having changed back into his street clothes but still wearing his makeup, that half smile prevalent.

His first words to the redhead were, `Bored?'. Aya tilted his head to one side as if pretending to consider his question.

`It was….interesting,' he said smiling slightly. `It was certainly not like any first date I've been on before.'

Relief flickered across the drummer's face. Tucking a wayward lock of cinnamon hair behind his ears in a gesture Aya had come to recognise as habitual, he said rather ruefully, `Well those reservations are clearly shot. But I have to admit, I am a little hungry.'

Aya's stomach gave a quiet rumble as if agreeing with the musician.

`I know a place nearby,' Aya heard himself say.

*

To say the place was a hole in the wall would be detrimental to actual holes in walls. Blink and you'll definitely miss it would have been a more apt description of the little jazz club Aya brought him to. Yoshi at first had been a little worried that he might be recognised, but the minute he entered the club's cavernous recesses he saw his fears were unfounded. The already inebriated clientele seemed to be interested in only two things, their booze and the sole female piano player ringed by the white spotlight.

But Aya bypassed all that and instead went straight for the late night restaurant situated at the very back. It was in a self-contained area, separated from the rest of the club by a makeshift plywood wall. The warm air was heavy with the smell of tomatoes and melted butter, giving a clue as to restaurant's specialty.

They ended up ordering the chef's special pasta and a bottle of house wine along with it. But when the food eventually came, and as hungry as he was, Yoshi hardly remembered eating it. He had been more interested in the easy conversation that had passed between the two of them. Nothing they talked about was particularly earth shattering, Aya's job, his music, family but Yoshi found himself opening up more than he would have.

When they had finished and were waiting for the bill, Yoshi remembered Toshi's reaction when he had told him about his upcoming date. The vocalist had been surprisingly vehemently opposed to it, callously calling the redhead a block of ice dressed as a person. If Yoshi hadn't known better he would have said Toshi was jealous, but they had been best friends long enough for Yoshi to dismiss that notion quickly. But he was glad that Toshi was wrong, tonight he had seen the ice melt, saw it breathe and as a result found himself even more attracted to the younger man.

It must have been past one when they finally returned to his place, but Yoshi was reluctant to see the night end quite so soon. And it seemed that Aya felt the same way as he accepted the drummer's offer for coffee despite the lateness of the hour.

While Yoshi busied himself in the kitchen, Aya occupied himself by studying one of the pictures that took up space on the foyer wall. The face was that of a fine courtesan, her lips a slash of scarlet against parchment pale skin with hair the colour of molten gold tumbling past her shoulders in sculpted waves. Her belladonna darkened eyes stared out at you, beguiling and provocative but with a tantalizing air of aloofness.

However the minute you looked down, you were almost confused by what you saw. For the body beneath was lean and slender, devoid of any soft dips or curves, leaving little doubt as to the subject's gender. It was a picture that caught your eye and demanded a second look.

`That's you isn't it?' Aya asked as Yoshi came up from behind him holding two glass stemmed coffee cups. Yoshi paused briefly before nodding his head, experience having taught him that not everyone held a favourable opinion on the way he used to dress.

`Your beautiful,' Aya said quietly. Yoshi automatically started to carelessly brush aside the compliment but the look on Aya's face stopped him.

`Thank you,' he replied simply. How many times had he heard those words before? However no one had said it with as much matter-of-factness or certainty as Aya had. To Yoshi, his looks had always been just another tool in X Japan that he would manipulate like he would his drums or piano. But the way Aya said it…….it was as if the reverse could never be true.

`You used to drum with all that hair?' Aya asked taking a sip of the coffee Yoshi had brought him. It was Irish coffee and Aya could taste the velvet undercurrent of whisky below the creamy swirl of milk.

`Yeah,' Yoshi grimaced slightly, `it was a pain at times. But just because I looked like that didn't mean I didn't know how to drum,' he added wryly.

`Really?' Aya arched one slender eyebrow at his cocky tone.

`Don't fuck with me, I used to drum blindfolded,' the drummer only half joked, feeling a little prick to his pride.

For some reason the idea of Yoshi bound and blindfolded sent a vociferous thrill right down Aya's spine that he couldn't quite stifle. Swallowing hard to get rid of the sudden lump in his throat, he put his hands on his hips and gave the drummer a level stare.

`When you're blindfolded, you're free from distractions. It's more impressive when you have your eyes open,' Aya said, his tone challenging.

`Very well then,' Yoshi grabbed Aya by the wrist and pulled him towards the living room where his drums were set up in one corner, `lets settle this.'

Leaving Aya standing in front of the drum kit, Yoshi took his seat and sat silently for a moment while he composed what he wanted to play in his head. Picking up his drumsticks, he let them lightly dance across the metal surface of the hihat, punctuating the metallic sound with deep beats from the bass drum. From that simple beginning, he started to build up a complicated sequence that was oddly musical.

However before he could really get into it, he made the mistake of looking up. His eyes widened as he saw Aya slowly unbuttoning his shirt before seductively inching it past his shoulders. Yoshi's concentration broke and he missed a beat, which Aya could easily detect since his melody had been so perfect.

`That's not fair,' Yoshi protested, pouting slightly causing Aya to smile at the picture he presented.

`Sorry Yoshi, couldn't resist,' he said, his tone not the slightest bit contrite as he removed his shirt completely and draped it over the back of the sofa.

`Just for that, if I finish this set…..will you do something for me?' Yoshi asked with forced casualness.

`Depends..' Aya answered suddenly wary.

Taking that as a yes, he picked up his drumsticks once more and resumed playing. This time, he forced himself to concentrate on the drums in front of him, which was surprisingly difficult with Aya being so close by. Soon though, he lost himself in the frenzy playing, so that all he could see were his drums, all he could feel were its reverberations as the sticks skipped across the taut surfaces. It was a self-taught skill born out of his obsession with perfection. Even so, he had to forcibly hold himself back, aware that he couldn't play as hard as he wanted to without his neck support.

When he finally came down off his high it was to the sound of soft clapping.

`You are very good Yoshi,' Aya said, always appreciative of skill no matter what form it took.

`Then tell me Aya,' Yoshi took a shallow breath, trying to gather some courage to speak as he idly tapped his snare drum, `about him.' He looked up, `the person who liked `Forever Love'.'

Aya paled.

`Why?' he said, his voice suddenly acquiring a hard edge, `Why in hell would you want to know? What business of it is yours?'

The blunt anger and defensiveness in Aya's tone made Yoshi want to recant his words, to glibly lie and say it was nothing more than casual curiousity and meant nothing. However before he could open his mouth, he saw a flash of vulnerability in those dark lilac depths and realised, he had to know. Aya needed to know the truth.

`I….saw you….that night at the benefit,' Yoshi began haltingly, `during `Forever Love'. You looked so…sad.'

He dug his nails into the skin of his thighs, not daring to look up. `After that, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I wanted to know, what could have happened to have invoked such suffering in another person. So I looked for you.'

`You…saw me?' Aya said, reeling slightly from the drummer's confession. He leaned heavily against the nearby couch; his eyes hidden behind his wine coloured bangs. Silence stretched long and heavy between them until Yoshi couldn't stand it anymore and was about to walk over to him when Aya spoke.

`His name was Yohji….Yohji Kudou. He had deep green eyes that never stopped laughing. He could be an ass sometimes but he hated seeing anyone he cared about in pain. He would rather it be him that got hurt,' Aya closed his eyes as he rubbed his forearms, `I loved him…so much…and I miss him more than I want to admit.'

`Aya…'

Aya felt the drummer press something long and wooden into his hands. His eyes flew open as he recognised Yoshi's drumsticks.

`Play, it will make you feel better,' Yoshi said sincerely. Aya frowned a little.

`Yoshi…you have got to be joking..'

`It won't take it all away,' Yoshi interrupted, `but what do you have to lose?'

`I don't know how to play,' Aya stalled.

`Drumming, isn't about a set tone or melody. Rhythm comes from inside,' Yoshi gave a smile that was tinged with seriousness, `take it from someone who knows.'

Taking Yoshi's place behind the drums, Aya stared down at the percussion instruments unsure of what to do next. At the rock star's encouraging glance, he started to tentatively tap at the skins trying to copy what he had seen him do earlier. But as his confidence grew, he began pounding into them with every vestige of pent up anger he felt only stopping when his arms began to ache. At the end he felt breathless and a little lightheaded, but like Yoshi said…better. It had felt good to lash out at something, even if it was just an inanimate object.

`Alright?' Yoshi asked. Aya nodded a little shyly.

`It must have sounded like crap,' he said. Yoshi shrugged.

`I've heard worse, believe me,' he smiled to let him know he was teasing. `Want to have another go?' Aya nodded again.

`This time however, you might want to try holding it this way.' He circled his arms around the redhead as he tried to readjust the placing of his fingers. His long sleeves brushed the bare skin of Aya's arms leaving a trail of goosebumps. He turned his head slightly and found Yoshi's lips mere inches from his cheek. Anticipation deliciously prickled his skin as Yoshi closed the gap between them and softly kissed him.

The minute their lips touched, Aya knew the charade was over. He couldn't pretend anymore that what he felt for Yoshi was simply a casual feeling. For that fluttery sensation in the pit of his stomach, that tingling ache that spread throughout his body like warm wine….it was how he felt when he had first fallen in love with Yohji. He had gambled and lost.

He…was lost.

`NO!' he said roughly pushing Yoshi away. He dropped the drumsticks with a clatter, knocking over the drum set in his hurry to back away sending the cymbals crashing to the floor. Yoshi winced.

`Aya..' he started to reach out.

`Don't come near me!' he snapped slapping his hand away. `Why are you doing this to me!? Is this some sort of game to you? Do you want to know you've won?'

Aya turned away from him. `Why?' he asked, a sudden feeling of tiredness seeping into his very marrow.

`This was never a game Aya,' Yoshi said sharply, `yes I pursued you but will you at least listen to my reason?'

He took a step in the direction of where the redhead was standing.

`Because…that night…behind the sorrow…. I saw someone who I thought would understand me. Who knows what it feels like to submerge yourself in the chaos and the dark side of your soul.'

Another step forward.

`Who knows what its like to be surrounded by people and yet still feel desperately lonely.'

He stopped, just an arm's length away.

`And someone….someone who I thought could take it all away,' he finished softly.

`You think I can?' Aya asked not turning around, fearing that if he did, he would break.

Instead of answering, Yoshi just wrapped his arms around Aya's waist and pressed himself against his back, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt the redhead choose not to struggle.

`Let me..' Yoshi murmured, his lips ghosting over the soft silk of his hair. `Help me….forget….the pain…the sadness……everything'

His words were like a soothing balm causing Aya to unconsciously tip his head back, making it easier for Yoshi to follow the smooth path of his jaw with his mouth before capturing his lips for another kiss, trying to make the redhead not think but just…..feel. He ran the tip of his tongue over Aya's smooth bottom lip, slipping it inside his mouth when he felt those lips part.

`Beautiful,' he couldn't stop whispering into Aya's mouth, `kurenai…' He wrapped an eartail around his finger as he left the younger man's lips so he could trail feathering kisses down the smooth arch of his neck.

`Yoshi..' Aya closed his eyes, suddenly dizzy as he felt all his objections melt away and give themselves up to a much baser emotion. Hearing his name breathlessly said back to him made passion and longing run riot through him as he felt his body harden. Moaning quietly against Aya's alabaster skin, he moved upwards to kiss him once more but this time he felt Aya start to kiss him back. His tongue roughly brushed against the drummer's, almost bruising him as he nipped a little too hard.

Yoshi hadn't intended for things to get quite so heated but he thought he was going to go crazy if he didn't get to do more than just kiss him. With great difficulty he pulled back breaking the kiss, but it was only so he could pull him in the direction of the stairs. He couldn't recall how they made it all the way to his bedroom, so intent where they on letting their hands caress every line and curve of each other's body.

When they were finally standing in front of his king size bed, they separated long enough just to discard their clothing, almost ripping the garments in their urgency to remove the last barrier between them. Yoshi roughly tugged Aya's tight top over his head after which the redhead's nimble fingers undid the lace fastening of the musician's trousers before pushing them down his thighs.

Once they were skin to skin, Yoshi slowly lowered Aya on to the bed, groaning as he felt their erections brush against each other as he pressed his body to his. They were like bookends, their builds were so similar, muscle and taut flesh stretched over beautiful bone structure. Bowing his head, Yoshi lashed his tongue across a pale pink nipple, feeling it tighten as he lightly grazed it with his teeth. He didn't stop there though, moving lower so he could delve his tongue into Aya's navel before catching his piercing between his teeth and giving it a gentle pull.

Aya let loose a barely audible gasp that turned into a moan as he felt Yoshi wrap those talented fingers around his aching cock. He arched blindly as he felt that hand start to move, slowly at first but gradually increasing in speed as large amounts of pre-cum started to ooze from the tip, making it easier for Yoshi to slick his hand up and down the hot shaft.

The redhead started to thrust up into his fist, loving the sensation but needing more. But the drummer's slight hesitancy filtered through Aya's scattered thoughts making him realise that although not a complete novice at this, he was a little unsure as to what to do next.

`Yoshi,' he said softly, opening his eyes, his breath catching as he saw him reclining beside him, looking even more beautiful if that were possible in the uneven light. Yoshi looked up questioningly at the mention of his name, his brown eyes widening as Aya removed his hand from his erection before deliberately sliding one slender digit into his mouth before adding his own.

He laved his tongue across their tapered fingers, tasting himself, letting it rasp against the sensitive skin of their fingertips. He let them slip out just as slowly, his eyes never leaving the drummer's.

`Slowly Yoshi,' he whispered, letting both their hands linger downwards, `as difficult as it may seem.'

He shuffled his legs apart and pressed both their fingers to that tight ring of muscle, hissing a little in pain as the twin digits penetrated him. The incredibly arousing sight of watching Aya fuck himself with their fingers made his own cock twitch. But Yoshi knew it wasn't going to be enough and looked frantically around for something that would help make it easier to bear. A wicked grin crossed his face as he spied a bottle of baby oil gel on the nearby dresser.

`Aya, wait a minute,' he withdrew his hand causing Aya to groan in frustration at the loss. Yoshi tried to placate him by lovingly kissing the tip of his cock before hurriedly crossing the room to grab the aforesaid bottle. Settling himself next to him once more, he quickly slicked two fingers with the viscous liquid before sliding them back into the tight heat of Aya's body. The redhead clutched at the duvet with bone white fingers as he felt those digits inadvertently graze his pleasure spot as Yoshi proceeded to nuzzle the soft patch of scarlet hair at the base of his erection.

`Fuck me…need you inside me,' Aya couldn't control what he was saying, forgetting how good it was to feel this way. He reached for the discarded bottle and emptied its contents over the drummer's neglected shaft coating it from root to tip. Yoshi had to bite into the soft cotton cover to keep from coming there and then.

His breathing harsh, he aligned himself between Aya's legs pressing the heated tip of his cock to that rosy pucker. Grabbing his knees for leverage, he steadily pushed forward, past the initial resistance until he could not go any further and was completely engulfed in the satiny grip of Aya's body.

Aya threw his head back and moaned, `Yoshiki!' as he felt his cock stretch him, filling him completely. Yoshi started to move, holding on to a bare glimmer of control as he fucked the redhead with frantic motions of his hips. Aya wrapped his legs around his waist and twisted his hips unerringly so as to reach that spot that would make penetration that much more satisfying. When Yoshi hit it, Aya sucked in his breath sharply as pleasure flooded every nerve ending.

`Aya…oh God…oh yes,' he hissed as he purposefully hit the redhead's prostate again and again, taking him in a powering rhythm that belied his thin frame.

`Harder…more…Yoshi, please' he begged, too far gone to care. He extended one hand to pump his own shaft while the other pinched and teased the drummer's brown nipple. Yoshi groaned deeply from the back of his throat before leaning forward to press his lips to the redhead's in a harsh kiss, digging his knees into the mattress so he could fuck Aya deeper.

Aya came first with a sharp jerk, his body jackknifing as he spilt his cum over his hand and both their torsos. A few more thrusts and Yoshi felt his own orgasm overwhelm him and his cock pulse inside that tight passage, the redhead's name on his lips as he buried himself into the crook of his neck.

He blanked for a moment and then came back to the sound of hoarse breathing, which he was surprised to find, came from him. With great effort, he withdrew and lifted himself off his new lover before falling next to him with a soft `poof'.

For a few bliss filled moments they just lay there, basking in the faint tremors of afterglow and allowing their mutual breathing to return to normal. Yoshi opened his eyes and was instantly entranced by the sight of Aya looking utterly decadent, his hair resembling blood spilled on a snowy white background, his eyes half lidded by dissipating passion and his skin the colour of a rosé wine. But as the effects of orgasm started to fade, Yoshi saw his indigo eyes come back into focus and take on a slightly panicky look.

`No,' the word rung in his head as loudly as one of his cymbals.

Slowly, deliberately as if not to scare him, the drummer stretched out a hand to gently smooth back the damp strands of ruby hair.

`Stay,' he inched forward to brush Aya's lips in the tenderest of gestures, `please…'

He, who had always demanded perfection, whether it be from himself or from those around him….wanted nothing more from Aya than to just be….there.

He held his breath as he saw various emotions crowd those lavender eyes, exhaling only when Aya brushed one soft coppery bang back over one ear, mimicking his characteristic gesture. He felt one pale finger trace the delicate arch of his brow bone, down the bridge of his nose and graze over his kiss swollen lips before letting it fall back against the pillow.

`Yes,' Aya's answer came out on a puff of air as his eyelids closed and he fell asleep.

Yoshi smiled contentedly as he laced their fingers together before placing one last kiss on the back of Aya's hand, following him into oblivion, but never letting go.

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