Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Coitus ❯ The Nearly Tragic Journey Home ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Coitus [chapter 2/5]

Sequel to "Interruptus"

Author: Enigma

Series: Weiss Kreuz

Written: January - April, 2004

Rating: NC-17

Main Pairing: (Yohji x Aya x Ken)

Category: Angst Yaoi Lemon Language. AU-OOC. Giftfic.

Archive: mediaminer.org [author: "E-sama the Llama"] and Wuffie.net [author: "Enigma"]

Spoilers: None of significance.

Warnings: angst, yaoi, extended threesome lemon, coarse language, brief violence including bloodshed. AU-OOC. Giftfic for Skippyscatt.

Disclaimer: "Weiss Kreuz" is the property of Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. Oda Hiroyuki © Enigma, 2004, and is not to be used without permission. This unauthorized work of fanfiction is intended for entertainment only; kindly do not sue me.

Notes: After a successful mission followed by a near disaster, Yohji and Ken make Aya an offer that he hadn't dared to hope for. Will he accept or will certain dark secrets prevent him from ever finding true fulfillment with them?

*****

A short period later, the eldest three members of Weiss seemingly rematerialized in a unique green roadster which was speeding across the streets of Tokyo en route to the Koneko.

At the wheel of his beloved Seven, Yohji allowed an unlit cigarette to dangle from his lips as he glanced in the rearview mirror and remarked, "So, Kenken, think we ought to have a little celebration later?" There was a notable twinkle in his eye as he added, "I dare say we deserve a little R 'n R after wrapping up this case so much more quickly than we do a lot of the others that Persia dumps on us."

Leaning forward from his spot in the back so he could rest his arms on the headrests of the front seats and grinning broadly, Ken agreed, "Damned straight, Yohji!" His expression of delight faltered very briefly as he glanced at Aya who was studiously staring out the window of the front passenger seat, but then it returned as he recalled the way the redhead had reacted to having the blood wiped from his face.

"Then that's what we're gonna do," Yohji stated flatly with a smirk that Ken recognized as predatory in the very best sense of the word.

The reason they were both so pleased had nothing whatsoever to do with the elimination of a particularly cruel serial killer, however.

Prior to departing on their mission, the couple had agreed to use the term "celebration" as a signal between them to indicate when they thought the time was ripe to approach the now silent swordsman. Between the evidence Yohji had accumulated and the way Aya had been behaving thus far, they wisely assumed now was the time to at least start to break the ice.

Ken hoped to begin easing their comrade into an approachable frame of mind by engaging him in conversation, so he asked, "Hey, Aya? Got any plans for after we get back home?"

Aya turned towards the brunette who was almost uncomfortably close and commented, "Other than washing the stench of that bastard's blood from myself and debriefing Omi? No, not really. Why--"

His intention to inquire why Ken wanted to know was cut off as Yohji suddenly swore, "Fuck!!" Gloved hands were a blur as he desperately cranked the steering wheel hard to one side and sent the Seven into a barely controlled spin.

At the exact moment that Aya had mentioned their absent teammate, Yohji had glanced at him just in time to be almost blinded by the overwhelming glare of the headlights of a Mack truck which was barreling towards them at a high rate of speed. The tractor-trailer had run a red light and was racing down a cross-street straight towards them. If Yohji had been unable to avoid a collision, it would've been Aya who would have suffered the most when they were broadsided.

An air horn blasted angrily at them as the semi raced past the now immobile sports car where it had come to a halt mere centimeters from a concrete retaining wall.

"Who the hell?!" Ken cursed as an oddly pale man in the passenger seat of the truck smiled enigmatically at him before vanishing into the night. The strangely notched brim of the black hat the man wore had revealed one merry reddish eye that left Ken somewhat disconcerted, yet his attention was then pulled back to the here and now by a soft, agonized moan.

"oh… damn…." Yohji groaned softly.

Their narrow escape from disaster had caused the blond to be slammed forcefully into the side of his car. The impact had crushed his upper right arm against the frame of the vehicle and for a moment he felt as if he was about to pass out.

The injured driver's broken sunglasses lay near Aya's feet and his head leaned heavily against the window, dark green eyes mere slits as he fought a brief wave of blackness. Clearly Yohji was in considerable pain that he was suppressing in some fashion, yet he just rubbed his upper right arm and forced agonized emerald eyes open once more before asking, "Is everybody okay?"

"We're fine," Ken answered in a rush before demanding, "but what about you, Yohji?! You're the one who looks like hell right at the moment!"

"Flatterer," Yohji tried to laugh with a wan smile even as he winced when he pressed hard enough on his arm to confirm that the bone hadn't been broken by the impact.

Angry violet eyes flashed as Aya snarled, "What kind of a madman drives like *that* in downtown Tokyo?! He's going to get someone killed at that rate!" He was hoping his rage at the unknown trucker would conceal the fear that he'd felt when Yohji had leaned soundlessly against the glass a millisecond too long, but his effort was a dismal failure when he added, "You didn't answer Ken's question, Yohji. Are you all right or not?"

With a truer smile than before, Yohji nodded and replied, "I'm still in one piece, Aya." He shifted back into position to resume driving while adding with a shrug that caused him additional pain, "A little ice, some ibuprofen, and I'll be fit as a fiddle. No biggie."

As Yohji put the Seven back into motion, Aya reached down and retrieved the shattered sunglasses with a grumble. "Ken had a good point earlier." He tucked the broken shades into a pocket of his maroon trench coat as he snapped, "Your 'macho act' is getting old, Kudou. If you're hurt, why not just admit it?"

"It's not my style," Yohji replied with a sigh.

Crossing his arms over his chest angrily, Aya growled, "You're lucky you didn't wreck your car getting out of that asshole's way."

"Luck had nothing to do with it," Ken grouched. Shakily running a hand through his hair while trying to calm down, he complained, "Sometimes Yohji thinks he's a freaking stunt car driver."

Yohji chuckled quietly, "My driving has saved our bacon more times than you can count, Hidaka, so no bitching from the backseat, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Ken grumbled in return yet found a fond smile creeping onto his lips as he noted how many worried glances Aya was throwing at Yohji. If there had been any question whether or not the time was at hand to make an offer they hoped the redhead couldn't refuse, the answer was now clear.

Conversation then died away and the trio made their way back to the flowershop each lost in his own thoughts.

*****

After parking his car in its usual spot, Yohji lead the way into the inviting confines of the Koneko's kitchen.

Looking up from the steaming cup of instant ramen that he'd just made for himself as a midnight snack, Omi greeted them brightly, "Welcome home, everyone! How'd it go?"

"Ah, it was a piece of cake, Omiitchi," Yohji assured casually. Deciding to postpone the discussion of the potentially disabling problem with the tactical design of the assassination, he added nonchalantly, "No worries."

With a low, wordless growl, Aya pushed past the taller of the two blonds and proceeded to ransack the freezer in search of a reusable ice pack for Yohji's arm. Since such things were needed on a frighteningly regular basis by the men of Weiss, they had quite an assortment to chose from, so obtaining one that could be attached easily wasn't much of a challenge.

"'No worries', my ass!" Ken snapped as he began divesting his lover of his navy blue trench coat without so much as asking. As he eased the right sleeve off, he whistled quietly and remarked, "Well, you're going to have the undivided attention of the fangirls in the shop for awhile, Yohji. You've got the makings of a helluva bruise here." With a shake of his head, he banished the sudden recollection of having punched his lover in the exact same spot earlier in the week when Yohji's teasing had more than crossed the line.

"Do I?" Yohji asked and glanced over his bare shoulder and down at the badly swollen area of impact. When he'd been thrown against the side of the car, the buckle that brought the two stripes on the sleeve together in a literal white cross had been rammed deeply into his skin and it was a minor miracle that the narrow metal binding hadn't broken under the assault.

Cerulean eyes went round as Omi gasped, "But I thought Yohji-kun said that everything went well?" Abandoning his snack, he rushed over to the elder blond and gazed worriedly at the injury.

After slamming the freezer door shut with unnecessary force, Aya snarled, "The mission *was* fine, Omi. This is the result of some idiot truck driver who practically ran Yohji into a cement wall!"

Completely tuning out the explanations that were then demanded as well as given as a result of his remark, the swordsman tied the ice pack to Yohji's arm with notable gentleness before obtaining some painkillers for him as well. It only took a single icy glare of lavender eyes for the pills to be taken without complaint.

Aya remained silent as the moments passed by while he assured himself that his killing strike hadn't done any irreparable harm to Yohji's hands; then he wordlessly stalked out of the kitchen intending to clean the evidence of the assassination from himself. En route to the shower, he pulled forth the shattered sunglasses and felt a bubble of something akin to a protective rage rise within himself.

Trying not to think about the unexpected maelstrom of emotions which was driving him to distraction, he carefully set the glasses aside so a replacement pair could be obtained the next morning. Even Aya had to admit, there was just something ineffably wrong about imagining his rakish comrade without his trademark shades perched on the end of his nose most of the time.

"What's bothering Aya-kun?" Omi asked in a small voice after the redhead had vanished.

After sharing a knowing smile with his partner, Yohji said, "It's nothing Ken 'n me can't take care of, bishounen. Don't give it another thought."

Omi frowned a little before replying hesitantly, "If you're sure, then, well, um, okay, Yohji-kun." With a deep sigh, he continued worriedly, "It's just not like him to be so, um, I don't know. Worried, maybe?"

"Tense, maybe?" Ken countered then shrugged and added, "But Yohji's right. We'll talk to him and everything ought to be fine soon."

Using his left hand to avoid disturbing the welcome numbness the ice pack was giving his right arm, Yohji mussed Omi's blond locks as he promised, "Give us until tomorrow and good old Abyssinian will be right as rain, Omiitchi."

Rolling his eyes as he escaped the undesired hairstyle adjustment, Omi said, "All right. I'm going to go email Persia and let him know the mission was a success."

"Sounds good," Ken remarked and handed the boy the forgotten cup of ramen while asking, "What else are you up to tonight? Going to get some sleep soon or do you still have homework to do?"

After confirming that the evening hadn't waned too much, Omi smiled as he replied, "It's the weekend, Ken-kun. Homework can wait." He stirred his noodles and headed towards the stairs with only a slight limp as he added, "I'm going to go mess around online for awhile."

"Have fun, kiddo," Yohji quickly urged while hoping his lover wouldn't take this opportunity to interrogate their teammate yet again about the mysterious "friend" Omi spent so much of his online time with. They could cope with possible fraternization between the computer experts of Weiss and Schwarz some other time.

"Yohji…" Ken began to complain then thought better of it and said with a sigh, "I'm going to go change. Aya wasn't the only one to get some of that bastard's blood on their clothes."

After settling into a chair, Yohji rested his sore arm on the small table where the team occasionally shared meals and replied, "Okay. I'll just hang out here for now."

Ken nodded while adding as he went to the stairs to the bedrooms, "I'll be back in a bit."

Within moments, Yohji was left alone in the kitchen to privately strategize their coming foray into an attempted seduction of a man whose sex drive he'd called nonexistent barely three days in the past. It was a challenge that he was definitely looking forward to.

*****

To be continued.