Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Cause and Effect Arc ❯ Aya's Fool ( Chapter 4 )

Again, many thanks to Tameiki! Without her invaluable beta you would not be seeing this post! ^.^ *hugs* Sweetie!

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Yohji woke to an empty bed and his mood took a definite turn for the worse. He could count on one hand the number of times this had happened in the last four months. After years of meaningless encounters, he finally had someone to love again. A someone who loved him back and made all the pain he'd endured the past several years somehow seem worth the price of his current happiness.

He glanced around the room to verify that his lover was really not there before Yohji remembered that Aya and Ken had been assigned some surveillance which needed to take place in the early hours of the morning. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his cigarettes and lit one. Yohji checked the clock to see that it was almost noon, the time that the two men were expected back, and decided to get up to take a shower as soon as he finished his smoke.

A few minutes later he got up to grab a towel and some underwear before heading to the bathroom. After a quick shower, Yohji returned to his room to put on a pair of low slung jeans and a white tee. He went to the closet to get his purple silk shirt to wear over the t-shirt, when a thought popped into his head that it was the exact same color as his lover's eyes. Yohji shook his head at that thought as he realized how incredibly sappy he'd become since they'd admitted their feelings for each other. He tucked his cigarettes in a pocket before he grabbed his sunglasses and placed them on his head. It was then that Yohji noticed the folded piece of paper under them.

He opened the note to read:

Yohji-
Done being Uke.
Your turn!
-Aya

It took a few moments before his brain processed the information and then he bellowed, “What the FUCK?!”

Why would Aya suddenly decide that Yohji should be the bottom in their relationship? He thought back to the last few months and realized the issue had never really come up. Yohji had just taken the lead from the first moment he knew that Aya cared about him and Aya had never once protested. Yohji was beyond confused.

As he tried to figure out what could have caused this sudden ultimatum, the rumble of Aya's Porsche alerted Yohji to the fact that his teammates had returned. He ran down the stairs, through the house and caught up with them just before they entered the kitchen. Yohji waived the piece of paper in Aya's face and growled, “What in the hells is this all about? Since when do you want to be the one in charge in the bedroom?”

Aya's attention seemed to be focused in the distance as Yohji was ignored, but Ken spoke up instead. “Hey Yohji, I do *not* need to hear the details of your two's sex life. Can you take it somewhere else?”

Aya turned his head to fix Ken with a deadly glare as he softly replied, “This from the man who wanted to hear the tape of us having sex?”

Yohji watched as Ken's jaw dropped and every bit of color faded from his face. The athlete sputtered before he was able to force out, “Wha… how… Who told you that?”

Aya only continued to glare at the brunette until Ken realized his best chance of survival at the moment was to retreat, so he turned and slunk away. Yohji could have almost smiled at the exchange had he not been so upset with that note. He tried again to find out what was going on. “Aya, why do you suddenly want me to be bottom?”

Yohji watched as Aya turned to face him. “Let's take this into the house. I don't think the neighbors want to hear this anymore than Ken did.”

Aya led the way to the living room and sat on the couch. Yohji followed to sit next to him. They both turned to sit facing each other for a quiet moment before Aya asked, “Is there something wrong with me wanting to fuck you?”

“I don't do bottom!” Oops, Yohji knew even before the words were out of his mouth that it was the wrong thing to say, especially when Aya's eyes seemed to turn to ice.

“And why is that? Are you too good for it?” The softly spoken question was deceptively calm. “Maybe if you're too good to be bottom, I am too.” And with that, Aya rose from the couch and left the room. A few minutes later, Yohji heard the redhead's car pull out from the driveway as it left a little rubber in its wake.

`Great, just great,' Yohji thought while his mind raced on how to get out of this one. He pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one to try to better focus his thoughts. Aya and he had had a few blow-ups in the few months they'd been together, but somehow it was never over something that could affect their relationship. It was usually over a stupid topic or comment, but this was a whole other matter.

Yohji finished his cigarette and lit another as he tried to figure out just what he needed to do to make this right. He had no intention of losing his lover now.

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Yohji was no closer to having an answer when Aya returned than he was when his boyfriend had left. He still sat in the living room and was flipping channels on the TV while he tried to work this out. Aya had a shopping bag in his hand when he glanced in the room, but continued to walk past to go upstairs without even a nod. Yohji figured he'd leave Aya alone until his lover had had a chance to cool off some more. He didn't think they'd really break up over something like this. Yohji wouldn't let them.

A little while later, Yohji heard the shower running. About twenty minutes after it ended, Aya came down stairs to stand in front of Yohji dressed only in his jeans with the buttons of his fly completely undone. Yohji could barely swallow over the lump in his throat as his eyes focused on the red hair peeking out from the vee. Tearing his eyes away from that mesmerizing view, he noticed that Aya was holding his hand out to him.

Almost in a trance he placed his hand in Aya's and let the man help him stand before he was led up the stairs to their bedroom. The blinds had been drawn to shut out the late afternoon sun and candles had been placed throughout the room and lit. The bed was remade with fresh satin sheets and turned down invitingly.

Yohji was way past bewildered as he turned to his lover. “What's this? I thought you were mad at me.”

Aya stepped close to Yohji and pulled his head down. He felt a sharp nip to his bottom lip before it was sucked on and soothed. Yohji opened his mouth wide for his lover's tongue to enter, only to groan when Aya plundered his mouth. One of Yohji's hands crept down the back of Aya's pants as the other buried itself in silky hair. After several enjoyable minutes, he felt Aya pull back to whisper against swollen lips, “April fools.”

“Apri… Dammit, Aya!” Yohji pulled Aya close so *he* could ravage his lover's mouth this time. How could Yohji forget it was April 1st? The thing that ticked Yohji off the most was that he was the one who usually played the pranks on everyone each year. His lover had really gotten him this year, big time.

Aya pulled out of Yohji's arms to give him a wicked little grin as he shimmied out of his jeans and moved to the bed, “Yes, I think I fooled you good today, but I promise… I'll make it up to you.”

Yohji couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough as he watched his lover recline on the soft sheets. Oh yes, the joke was well worth it, if Aya was going to make it up to him. And Yohji was going to make damn sure he was well compensated for the last few hours of worry.

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Aya felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest, as he tried to catch his breath. No matter that he had just spent the last hour or so pleasing his lover to make up for the joke, he was just as well satisfied by the encounter as Yohji was.

Carding his hand through the damp, golden locks while Yohji's head rested on his chest, Aya felt a contentment that he never thought to feel again. In the two years since his sister woke from her coma, he had come to terms with his life as Kritiker's dog. And, in the four months since becoming Yohji's lover, he had found true happiness with the blond. He found that there was still a bit of Ran left in his soul who could enjoy things that two years ago he would have believed impossible.

Smiling softly, Aya kissed the top of his love's head. Yohji tilted his head back and they shared a gentle kiss before Yohji moved over a bit more to rest his hands and chin on Aya's chest.

“Aya, I have something to ask you.”

“Hmm?”

“That note, was it really all in jest or is there some part of it that's truth?” Yohji's eyes were serious as he asked the question.

Aya brushed his hand through Yohji's hair again and then cupped his cheek before he leaned in to kiss his forehead. “Some day I'd like to fuck you, Yohji. I love you and want to share everything with you. I know that you're not ready for it yet, but I thought that maybe if I brought it up like this, you could think about it.”

Yohji was quiet for a moment while he digested that statement. Reaching a hand up to pull on an eartail, he commented, “I've never really thought of having anyone, including you, fuck me. I just always assumed that we'd continue as we were. I know you enjoy things the way they are, but then again, I also know that when we play with some of the toys, it felt good to have something inside me. I just don't know that I'm ready to handle anything as large as you quite yet.”

Aya smiled, “Just think about it, Yotan. It's not like I don't enjoy being bottom. I do. It's just that I'd love to bring you the type of pleasure that you do to me. Someday.”

Yohji crawled up to lay completely over him as he started to nibble Aya's lips, teasing little nips and licks before Aya opened his mouth to suck in a tongue. After several long minutes, they broke apart to fill their lungs with air and Aya whispered to a panting Yohji that he just might have a dildo the right size to start breaking him in.

Yohji just groaned at that comment and reached for the lube. As Aya felt his lover's long fingers enter his body, Aya figured, to hell with the toys right now. He was all for focusing completely on his talented lover for the moment. There would be plenty of time for toys another day.