Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chains ❯ Tempt Me ( Chapter 59 )

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: Tempt Me



Oh, god, he had not meant for it to be this way.

Leaning over Aya, Yohji was sure, more sure than he had ever been, that there was something seriously wrong with him. Omi was right, he was a pervert.

But Aya was…

Leaning back against the wall, Aya’s head was back, eyes closed. The collar was dark around his neck, and one of his hands held onto it almost unconsciously. Yohji had pulled off his shirt, checking for injuries, worried even if Aya said he was fine. He had pressed Aya back, ran his fingers over that pallid skin, not so dry anymore, not so damaged. He had been checking, but somehow the moment had slipped. Now Aya was before him, pants untied and pushed low so Yohji could check the one place he had actually taken a hit; there was a bruise already forming low on his belly, and Yohji’s hand brushed, again, over the area, lingering, getting a little too low. There was a sharp intake of breath, and he pulled back. Purple eyes stared at him, anxious, worried.

Yohji stared back, caught.

Fuck, he was in trouble.

Breaking the tension with a smile, he straightened and ran a hand through his hair.

“All done,” he said, voice tighter, lower than it had any right to be. He turned away when Aya straightened up, not wanting to see him tie the pants. There was a shuddering breath from behind him, and it fueled his guilt. Nothing had happened, but even now he could feel desire curling low in his stomach, threatening.

He left the room without waiting for Aya.

~*~

Yohji dropped his head back, hard, against the brick wall of the alley.

Just for an instant, when he had landed that hit, Aya had stopped being the untouchable victim; Yohji had been too caught up in the red hair and purple eyes, the impossibly pale skin, the slender body that looked so capable. He had forgotten…

It was nothing, he told himself, again, drawing hard on his third cigarette. Slowly, he exhaled, watching the smoke curl up towards the late afternoon sky. It was nothing, a fluke, a mishap fueled by frustration. He hadn’t been out in weeks. Hell, he barely had time to jack off, especially when Aya shared a bed with him.

It had nothing to do with the boy. He was still too fragile, too vulnerable to bear the weight of Yohji’s passion. Not to mention it was wrong. Not many things qualified as wrong in Yohji’s book, but fucking someone you were trying to help, taking advantage, did.  But it hadn’t been Aya that made his body react, his mind slip into that hazy space of passionate potential. It was desperation forcing itself on the nearest body.

Right.

Dropping the finished cigarette to the ground, he pulled another from the pack.

~*~

Aya hurried to pull his t-shirt back over his head. He sat against the wall, wrapped his arms around himself and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the sudden flurry of fear that had surged up within him. The way Yohji had touched him and the look in his eyes, they had been hungry, like Schuldig’s only without the cruel element of play.

For an instant, he had thought he felt himself react strangely to that hunger, but it was subsumed, almost instantly by the fear. The collar was heavy on his neck, a constant reminder that should Yohji choose to have him, to hurt him, there would be nothing he could do.

But he didn’t.

Yohji didn’t hurt him, didn’t want to hurt him. There was no joyful reaction to his fear, no provoking words or punishing blows. Yohji was helping him. Initially Aya had doubted every word of what the blonde told him, analyzed and evaluated and dismissed his promises. But Yohji had proven true at every turn. Finally, he had put a sword back in Aya’s hands; if Yohji intended to overpower him, he wouldn’t have done that.

Maybe he had been mistaken, just now. He wasn’t good at reading people. Yohji had made it clear that he didn’t want to hurt him that way; he didn’t get off on punishment and blood and pain. And what else was Aya good for?

Yes, he had been mistaken.

~*~

“Ready to go?” Yohji asked. Standing in the doorway, he held out Aya’s long, white coat.

Setting aside the seed catalog, Aya uncurled himself from the leather chair and walked over. Yohji had expected awkwardness, hesitation, but Aya simply held out an arm, letting Yohji slip the coat over his shoulders. Settling it gently in place, Yohji reached to free the two long eartails from the collar.

~tbc~

Notes: The slug wonders if he might have a Christmas present in return…perhaps a review? Okay, so that’s not what he really asked for, but I am not repeating that!

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