Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Cause and Effect Arc ❯ Rude Awakenings. ( Chapter 10 )

Rude Awakenings

Aya reluctantly drifted awake to a pounding headache. In addition to that, something didn't feel quite right. Because of the pain in his head, Aya didn't want to open his eyes just yet, so he focused on what was going on around him. All was quiet and his lover was sleeping with his head resting on Aya's chest.

That in itself was a little odd as Aya was usually the one who slept sprawled over his boyfriend. Curious now, he decided to chance the additional pain that opening his eyes was sure to bring and cracked them open just a bit. What he saw made his eyes fly open wide as he jumped out from under the body snuggled against him.

Aya could only stare open-mouthed as Ken asked him, “What in the world is wrong with you, Aya? Why did you wake me up like that? You could have just asked me to roll over, ya know.” There was a definite scowl on Ken's face.

Looking around, Aya noticed that he wasn't in the room he shared with his lover but was in Ken's room instead. “What in the hells am I doing sleeping in here? And in bed with you?” Aya took a deep breath before he continued, “Gods dammit, what's going on?”

Ken looked confused, “What do you mean? You sleep in here all the time since we became lovers.” He paused a moment before he continued, “You must have been hit on the head harder than we thought during last night's mission.”

“Are you crazy? We're not lovers!” Aya felt as if his head would split open at any minute. His thoughts were cloudy and he couldn't quite focus. What was happening? He and Ken weren't lovers… were they? No… absolutely not. “You're not my lover, my lover is…”

“If you say Yohji, I'll *know* you were hit on the head too hard,” Ken cut him off with a disgusted look on his face. “Of course we're lovers. We have been for well over a year. Besides, if we're not lovers then what're you doing sleeping naked in my bed?”

Ken's comment caused Aya to look down and realize he was standing there having this conversation in the nude. Now he was really confused. Why would he be sleeping naked in Ken's bed if they weren't lovers? But then again, why couldn't he remember anything? And why did he think it was supposed to have been Yohji he should've woken up with? As hard as he tried, his thoughts were still fuzzy and he could only catch glimpses of elusive memories when he tried to recall them.

Aya abruptly sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to get his recollections to come more into focus. He caught snatches of memories, but they just confused him more. Aya shook his head and said, “I don't remember us being together…”

“Well what about you giving Omi his valentine present in thanks for getting setting us up, but with a little revenge on the side because of the deception he played in doing so? Or when you introduced me to the toys Omi gave us as a gift and then I gave you a massage with the body creams?”

Aya's mouth dropped open. He could just barely recall those memories so he *knew* they'd happened. But with Ken? No way. He'd always been attracted to Yohji, right? “That wasn't you, that was Yohji.”

“Aya, I think you're concussed. No one told me the hit on the head would affect your memory,” Ken said with a deep look of concentration on his face. “We got together last Christmas and have been together since. You did once tell me that you'd thought about being with Yohji at one time, but didn't think he'd felt the same towards you so you finally gave up on him just before Omi got us together. Maybe your subconscious is playing tricks on you.”

Aya's head hurt very badly as he rested it in his hands. Ken and him? Lovers? The two of them having sex? Not possible. But then again, he could vaguely recall images of screwing in the living room downstairs with the Christmas tree lights glowing in the background. Besides, Ken wasn't stammering and avoiding eye contact like he usually did when he was lying. The man was a terrible liar and they always had to take the time to coach his thoroughly when going under cover.

Plus he *did* remember the gift of toys and using some interesting items on his partner, but when Aya tried to focus harder on the memory to see a face, his head hurt that much more. He didn't think it was Ken he'd been with, but he was no longer certain of anything this morning.

He rubbed his temples before a thought popped in his head. Wait! His earring. He distinctly remembered Yohji giving him an earring, but couldn't quite remember the events surrounding it beyond the two of them being in bed together at the time. It was the first clear memory he'd had since he woke. He reached up to his ear but nothing was there. He frowned in confusion. The memory was so clear. Had it all been just a dream?

Ken sat up a little further in bed and laid a hand on his arm. “Aya, you look like shit. Why don't you lie back down and get a few more hours of sleep. Everything will be a lot clearer when you wake up. I'll even give you a back massage.”

All Aya really wanted to do was to go back to his room and try and figure out what in the hells was going on with him, but the thought of walking more than a few feet made the pounding in his head worse. Was he really having delusions because of a concussion that was so bad that he'd been having fantasies of a teammate while being involved with another?

However, he couldn't lay back down with Ken. It just didn't feel right even though a massage sounded wonderful right now. He was so confused. Ken was watching him with a concerned look on his face then got up and left the room. He returned with a glass of water and some pain relievers. Aya took them gratefully and swallowed them down along with the liquid and for the first time he notice Ken wasn't wearing anything either. Maybe they were lovers. Why else would the two of them be naked in bed together? And if they weren't, why would Yohji leave him in here? He closed his eyes and willed the pain away.

Just when he was about to give in and lay back down until the pain in his head subsided, he heard Yohji yell for help and with no thought to his state of undress, ran from the room to assist him.

****

Yohji woke when he felt the body next to him roll over and drape itself on top of him. He felt the familiar pound of a headache and tried to remember if he'd had too much to drink last night. He opened his eyes only to be confused further when he saw the hair color of the head resting on his chest. It was all wrong. Instead of the crimson he'd come to expect, he saw blond. Yohji closed his eyes and opened them again hoping for a different result this time. Nope, still blond.

Yohji slowly tried to ease out from under the figure resting on top of him while he tried to remember what the fuck happened last night. He looked around to confirm that he was indeed in his own room. But where was Aya? Did they have a fight that caused him to go out and pick someone up to bring home? No way in hells would he do that to his lover. He was Aya's. Period. Yohji almost reached his goal of getting all the way out of bed when arms pushed him back down. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw Omi loom above him.

“Where are you going? I don't have class today and we don't have a mission, so I thought we'd spend the whole day in bed,” Omi said and moved to straddle Yohji.

Yohji boggled back at Omi, all the while thinking that he was having a nightmare or maybe he'd had a nervous breakdown. Yep, that was it. He'd had a breakdown. While he continued to think about it, it seemed the more likely explanation. All those years of being an assassin, only to acquire a boyfriend who could emasculate you with just the flick of his wrist if he was pissed at you would drive anyone insane.

“I've had a nervous breakdown, right? This isn't really happening. I'm delusional and you're just a figment of my imagination.” Yohji looked up at the blond sitting on his chest and shoved at him to move. If this *wasn't* a hallucination, he needed to get up and get Omi off of him before Aya showed up and followed through with his favorite threat.

“Oh stop teasing, Yohji-kun. You fell asleep so quickly last night, we didn't have the chance to play. We need to make up for lost time.” Omi smiled down at him with a look that made Yohji shudder in horror.

“Omi, stop kidding around and get off of me!” Yohji was starting to sweat and tried to squirm out from underneath the younger man.

Omi pouted and said, “Who's kidding around? I'm horny and…”

“Omi! Watch what you're saying! Move it. Now. Do you think I have a death wish? Aya will kill me if he catches you in here!” Yohji pushed at the kid again, trying to knock him off his perch.

“What are you talking about, Yohji-kun?” Omi asked with a sniff. “Why would Aya care what you do with your boyfriend?”

Yohji's jaw dropped, “Have you been sniffing school glue again? Aya's my boyfriend, not you.”

Omi just looked at him with those big eyes and sniffed again dramatically, “You must have been hit on the head harder than I thought last night. Are you still fantasizing about Aya being your boyfriend? I thought you gave that up when we became lovers.”

Yohji wasn't having any of it. He may have lost more brain cells through the years than he had left, but if he knew *anything*, it was that Aya was his boyfriend and not the little shit sitting on his chest. He didn't know what Omi was up too, but was positive he and Omi weren't lovers…right? Great, he thought, now he was second guessing himself.

Yohji was really starting to get worried. Where was Aya? Could Omi be telling the truth… No! “No. That's impossible! I'd never…Get off of me and let me find Aya.”

But the brat refused to budge and instead trapped his forearms with surprisingly strong legs and leaned down as if to kiss him while hands drifted lower. Yohji began to panic and tried to twist in order to knock Omi off of him. He wasn't a pedophile. Oh, sure, Omi was legal, but he would always think of him as a little kid. Just as Omi's lips were about to touch his and he felt fingers at the waistband of his boxers, Yohji turned his head and yelled, “Help!”

He had just gotten his arms free and was about to capture the wayward hand at his boxers when his bedroom door slammed open. Aya burst into the room… naked as the day he was born…only to come to a dead stop once he saw the sight in front of him. Yohji wanted to run away and hide at the look on his lover's face and put his hands to cover his most prized body parts. Aya was seriously scary when he looked like that, Yohji realized with a shudder of fear. The only thing that saved Yohji from immediate death or worse, was the fact that Ken bounded into the room at full speed and slammed into the back of a smoldering Aya.

Aya regained his balance and composure before he once again fixed Yohji with a deadly glare. “I want you to tell me what the *fuck* you are doing in bed with Omi?” he quietly demanded before he turned his gaze onto the younger blond and said in that same deceptively quiet voice, “Get the hells off my boyfriend. Now.”

“But, Aya-kun, Yohji's not your…”

“Do *not* try my patience any further with this farce. If you want to live past the next two seconds, you will get out of my bed and explain what in the *hells* is going on.” Aya continued to glare at Omi until he complied with the first part of the request.

Aya did not wait for Omi to begin his explanations but turned his stare back to Yohji and asked, “You slept with Omi?”

Yohji could only open and close his mouth like a carp as he tried to figure out how to answer the question before he realized something. “And where did *you* sleep last night?” he asked. “And naked at that!”

Yohji watched as Aya looked down as if he only just noticed that he didn't have a thing on before watching him calmly turn and walk over to the closet to pull out his yukata before slipping into it. Yohji thought that Aya had a smug expression on his face when faced Omi once more.

“Mind explaining how my yukata was in the closet if Yohji and I don't share this room?”

Yohji saw Omi's expression become one of defeat before the younger blond looked at Ken with tear-filled eyes. “Ken-kun, why was Aya-kun naked? Did you sleep with him in the nude?” Another sniff was unmistakable before Omi wailed, “How could you?”

When it seemed Omi was going to bring on the big waterworks, Aya snapped, “You and your boyfriend can have this discussion later. I want an explanation and I want it now!”

The speed in which Omi's tears dried up caused Yohji to wonder if the kid had tried to use that as a distraction so he wouldn't have to enlighten them as to what the two younger men had been doing. Yohji *also* wanted to know the answers to Omi's questions, but it wasn't worth his life right now to remind Aya of his presence. He figured he'd have a better probability of survival, with all body parts intact, if Aya focused his temper on Omi or Ken.

With a sigh, Omi asked, “Do either of you remember the mission last night?” Yohji shook his head, as did Aya. “What is the last thing you remember?”

“I remember entering the warehouse of the target,” Aya said after a few moments.

“I don't even remember that. Last thing I remember was being in here with Aya and you pounding on our door yelling that Birman was here.” Yohji wasn't going to say what else he remembered. That was between him and Aya. Too damn many people knew too damn much about their sex life as it was.

Apparently, they had gone on a mission last night in which Aya and Yohji infiltrated the warehouse of a suspected drug manufacturer. Omi and Ken monitored their progress from outside when Aya and Yohji ceased communications. Right before they lost the contact, Aya said some things to indicate that there may have been some type of gas emitted by the security system. Omi and Ken took precautions against succumbing to any possible fumes before they launched a rescue of Aya and Yohji. The two younger teammates then rescued them and completed the mission.

Omi refused to meet either of the older men's eyes while he finished. “When we got home, I researched the gas and found that it temporarily caused memory loss, short or long term memory loss depending on the person. It seems that Yohji experienced the short term and you the long term loss. Since today is April first, it gave me an idea how to get a little payback for the April fool's joke you played on us last year.” Omi paused and took a quick peek at Aya from under his bangs before mumbling, “It was all a harmless prank.”

Yohji watched Aya digest the explanation and decided to let the kid off the hook before Aya gathered either his thoughts or his katana. This really *was* nothing compared to what Aya had cooked up for the boys that day. “Alright, explanations are done for right now. Go on and get out of here. We don't want to see you two for the rest of the day.”

Ken and Omi wasted no time departing the room, but Yohji heard Omi repeat his question to Ken from earlier before their voices were quieted by a closed door. Yohji watched Aya cross over to the closet to grab his towel before he also headed for the door. “Where are you going?”

“I need a bath,” was all Aya said then closed the door behind him.

Yohji figured he'd give Aya a chance to scrub off and cool off, before he joined the man for a soak. Among other things, he thought with a grin.

****

Aya settled into the hot water when he heard the bathroom door open, not surprised to see Yohji walk into the room. Aya closed his eyes and relaxed back in the tub. He wasn't necessarily unhappy by the turn of events. His headache was fading and he wanted the touch of his lover to wash away the memory of this morning.

He opened his eyes to watch Yohji wash off under the shower spray. Aya unknowingly licked his lips when his eyes reached Yohji's sleeping cock. Hmm. He stood up and stepped out of the tub. Aya walked over to Yohji and knelt before him while green eyes watched every movement. He reached up and turned the shower spay off as he looked up at his lover.

“I want breakfast,” Aya said before he leaned forward to take Yohji's cock in his mouth. He just loved the feel of Yohji's soft cock in his mouth while he slowly brought it to life.

“A~ya!” Yohji loudly stuttered his name before moaning in pleasure.

Aya curled his tongue around the entire length, flicked around the tip and then sucked with all his skill. He felt it grow from his attentions and soon Aya could no longer fit the length in his mouth. He began to slip it in and out between his lips before he took it deep in his throat only to back away and tease the slit with his tongue again and again. Yohji rewarded his efforts with more moans and the heady taste of precome.

He felt Yohji's hands rest on his shoulders so he opened his mouth wide, relaxed his throat and stayed still. Aya knew Yohji would realize that it meant the blond could fuck his mouth. Slowly, Yohji pulled almost all the way out before he thrust back in. He picked up the pace when Aya started to play with his balls and tease the sensitive patch of skin behind them. He heard Yohji gasp when fingers gently circled his entrance. Aya reached up to slick his fingers on the soap before returning them once again to Yohji's hole.

The pants from above as well as the increased speed of his thrusts indicated that Yohji was close. Aya eased a finger into the tight heat and twisted to find that special spot. A yell was the all the warning Aya received to quickly pull back so only the tip of Yohji's cock in his mouth. Seconds later, he tasted the bittersweet result of his lover's orgasm and swallowed it down greedily before, with one last lick, he leaned back.

“Hmm. That's just what I wanted for breakfast,” Aya said with a hint of a satisfied smile as he swiped a pink tongue over his lips. Yohji leaned against the wall as if he could no longer stand on his own, a dazed look on his face. Aya stepped back into the tub and beckoned Yohji to follow.

Yohji straightened up then went to join him, maneuvering them both so Aya sat between his spread legs. Aya felt a hot mouth attach itself to the side of his neck as hands reached to gently cup his cock and balls. Aya had gotten a little excited while he blew his boyfriend and now it seemed Yohji was going to take advantage of that. Not that he was complaining. Aya loved Yohji's hands on him; the strong sure strokes were just right. He turned his head in order to reach Yohji's lips, which parted for his tongue to enter. Aya's breathing sped up as his excitement built. The strokes to his cock increased in speed. He felt his orgasm close in on him and turned away to gasp air into his lungs. His body tightened up and… Yohji stopped.

“Yohji…”

“Shhh, stand up, love. I'm not ready for you to come yet. I promise this will make it so much better.” Yohji nuzzled his ear.

Aya was the one a little dazed now, but he followed Yohji's instructions to lean his arms against the wall after he stood. He felt Yohji rise up behind him on his knees to place kisses on his lower back and ass while a hand gripped his cock once more. A sharp nip to a buttock caused Aya to groan.

Yohji parted his cheeks and blew on the newly exposed crack before his tongue swept over Aya's entrance. Aya could only shiver in pleasure when the tip of Yohji's tongue dipped in his hole only to pull back out again. The tongue thrusting in and out of him matched the rhythm on his cock while Yohji's other hand teased at his nipples.

Aya could only moan helplessly while he bent over further to allow greater access. Yohji continued the exquisite torture for several long minutes. Every time Aya neared his orgasm, Yohji gripped the base of his cock and backed off to place kisses on his buttocks and thighs. Once the crisis passed, Yohji would again begin to drive him insane with need by means of talented hands and an agile tongue.

Aya panted as the delicious excitement built once more. Aya was so sure Yohji would again prevent his orgasm that he almost begged Yohji not to stop. But this time, to Aya's immense relief, Yohji blessedly let him come. And come he did. The wall and Yohji's hand was liberally covered with his release before he stopped shuddering and spurting creamy white. Aya trembled as Yohji helped lower him back into the warm water. He just closed his eyes and savored the feeling of being held close by the one he loved.

“You taste good,” Yohji commented. Aya could hear him licking his fingers and hand.

“So do you.”

Aya rested against his lover until the water started to cool. “Want to dry off and move this to the bedroom? I don't think I want to leave our room for the rest of the day. I might just be tempted to kill a teammate or two. You may have to distract me from those murderous intentions as I don't think Kritiker would approve.”

“I think I could be convinced to go with this plan of action,” Yohji said as he stood up and hauled his lover along with him out of the tub to dry off. Aya accepted his towel from Yohji then watched the blond rinse the tub wall and open the drain. Yohji then grabbed his own towel to dry off.

A chuckle from Yohji had Aya looking at him with a raised brow. “I was just thinking that Omi really has Kenken whipped if he went along with this so easily.”

Aya's expression darkened for a moment, “Omi must have really coached him. He was lying so effortlessly, he had me doubting myself once or twice.”

“You'll have to tell me all about it later, because right now I think retiring to our bedroom is next on the agenda.” Yohji grabbed the back of Aya's head and leaned down for a deeply passionate kiss before leaving the bathroom.

Aya gathered his scatter wits and realized that he really best stay away from the younger Weiss today. His temper hadn't quite cooled over what they'd done, but he'd wait a bit before he planned his retaliation. Aya didn't want them to be expecting it when it finally dawned. He didn't yet know what he would do , but felt that when the time came he'd plan something quite suitable to pay those two back for today. He was sure of it.

With that decided, Aya turned his mind to more pleasurable pursuits and followed Yohji to their room. He'd had more than enough nasty shocks that morning. The rest of the day was going to be one of pure pleasure.