Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Containment ❯ Chapter 2

“A phone number.”

 

Yohji's mind reeled as he felt a pain in his chest. He tried to say something, then stopped and tried again. “Azusa?” He just dropped the piece of paper inside the second book and climbed off the bed. “It's none of my business,” he said. Aya could do whatever he wanted.

 

“Yohji,” Aya spoke with a tremor in his voice. The blond kept moving. “ Yohji!” Aya pushed himself off the bed, stepping across the room to catch Yohji's arm. “Please.”

 

Tilting his head, Yohji kept his face away from Aya. “Please what? We never made any promises, did we?” At least he was sure that Aya had never made any promises to him. Yohji had made promises, in his mind and with his body.

 

“It's nothing. He wouldn't leave me alone unless I took it.”

 

Yohji shook his head and felt tears in his eyes. All of his planning had been for them, together. He hadn't thought there were any doubts that Aya had wanted to be with him and only him. “I've used that excuse before, Aya. Remember, like Ken said, I've fucked half of Tokyo.” He pulled his arm free and left a bewildered Aya standing alone in his room.

 

Yohji walked to his own room feeling totally defeated. Maybe he should have listened to Aya and heard his reasons. Aya could have been ready to move on, to find someone else. Yohji didn't want to believe that.

 

Anyway, he needed time to think. Maybe tomorrow morning he would have his head about him better.

 

=

 

“Yohji-kun! Dinner!” Omi banged on the door of his teammate's room.

 

“Go away, chibi, I'm not hungry,” came Yohji's rough voice.

 

Aya heard Omi thud down the stairs and closed his eyes. What had he done? It was just a stupid phone number.

 

He wanted to talk to Yohji. He wanted to do that more than anything else. The thing was he wasn't sure if he could make sense of it. Aya wasn't even sure if Yohji would see him. Maybe if he waited until tomorrow, give Yohji a change to settle down and think.

 

Climbing off his bed, Aya walked downstairs and sat at the table without a word. He didn't bother to join into Aya-chan and Omi's conversation or even comment about Ken's lack of culture when he ate.

 

He picked at his own meal, more interested in pushing it around his plate than doing anything else with it. The truth was that he couldn't eat. Aya couldn't get more than a few bites in his stomach. He excused himself from the table after a short while and retreated upstairs.

 

“Ran.”

 

He stopped in the hallway and turned to face his sister. “What?” Aya had an inkling as to what his sister wanted to talk about. He knew she and Yohji had become close lately.

 

“You know, Yohji's been trying so hard to make this work. He wants you two to really be together. Like a couple should be.” She put her hand on the door to Omi's room, watching it rather than looking at her brother.

 

“What do you want me to do?” Aya kept his eyes on his sister, although she was looking away.

 

“I want you to tell him if all of his efforts are futile.”

 

“What?” Aya-chan was looking up at him. There was no way in hell that he had even thought about that.

 

“Tell him. He's been through enough without you treating him like a fucking doormat.” She glared.

 

One of Aya's hands clenched into a fist and he faced his sister with glittering eyes. He loved Yohji and everything he was. There wasn't any question about Yohji's efforts being `futile'. They weren't.

 

His eyes narrowed into a glare before he turned to jerk open the door to his room. He paused just inside the door and turned back to his sister. “This is none of your concern,” he hissed. Aya didn't need his little sister to tell him how to treat his lover.

 

Aya-chan's eyes narrowed into a glare that was very much the twin of her brother's. She stepped forward, putting her hand on the door to his room, and prevented him from closing it. “It is. I'm your sister, and if you aren't happy, then I'm not. Yohji is one of my best friends and if he isn't happy, I'm not. It would be living hell to be around here with you two at each other's throats just because you were stubborn enough to let things turn sour.”

 

They were both angry, fuming at each other and other things. “Stay out of my affairs,” he tried again, his tone icy. “Go study.” He reached for the door knob.

 

She moved her hand away from the door. “Fine! Ruin the best thing that has ever, ever happened to you!”

 

When his sister stepped back, he slammed the door in her face. He glared at the unframed work on his desk and stalked over to his bed. Picking up his books, he saw the small slip of paper fluttering to the floor. He snatched it out of the air and crumpled it, throwing it at the wall. It fell behind his desk.

 

All of this because of a stupid piece of paper with numbers on it. He didn't know who to be angry with... Asuza, himself, or his sister for meddling. Then there was Yohji. He loved Yohji but he had hurt him in one of the ways that he was pretty sure Yohji wasn't going to forgive him for easily. He'd accepted another man's proposal, giving the Asuza hope that Yohji and Aya's relationship wasn't meant to last.

 

Fuck it all. Yohji was his and he was Yohji's. They'd been through too fucking much for things to end up like this.

 

=

 

He was hungry. Missing dinner earlier probably hadn't been the best thing for him. It had given him time to think without seeing Aya and he was sure he had made a decision, even if it was vague.

 

The light was on in the kitchen. He could see it from the bottom of the stairs and it was obvious someone was downstairs as he walked through the darkened living room. Yohji blinked at the light as he stepped inside, ignoring the person seated at the counter in favor of skirting around it to head for the refrigerator.

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

Yohji froze and turned to really look at the person seated at the table. Aya was nursing a cup of tea, his eyes cast to the surface of the liquid. Yohji closed his eyes and turned back to the contents of the refrigerator. Anger flared in him and he still didn't know what to think, even after all of that thought he had put into it. “So?”

 

Aya hesitated and Yohji began pulling things from the refrigerator to make a sandwich. “So, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept the number when I don't have any interest in him. I want you. I want to be with you.”

 

Yohji could feel the pain in Aya's voice, the self-loathing that always came to the surface when something went wrong. He'd never been able to be mad at Aya long, no matter how much of a selfish prick the other man could be.

 

“You know, you're an asshole.” He put the parts to his sandwich on the counter. “But, still. We've never made any real promises to each other, or, if we had, we never shared them,” Yohji said. He shook his head. “Aya, I can't do this anymore. I can't lose someone else that I love for the stupidest fucking reasons. I don't want to go to bars and clubs every night just trying to find someone to take away the loneliness. When I'm with you, I don't have to worry about it. I'm happy with you.”

 

“Yohji-“

 

“No, let me finish. I'm happy with you, but you can't keep pushing me away. Aya-chan knows about us. She knows we are together. She knows we fuck.” He watched Aya flinch at that little fact. “It doesn't matter. It doesn't bother her. Omi and Ken don't care. Ken thinks I'm crazy for putting up with all your shit and he thinks you are stupid for falling for me but, they don't care that we are together. Omi thinks it is one of the most fucking touching things he's seen in a long time, even.” Yohji walked over to lean on the table facing Aya. “It's only you that is so appalled at our relationship. You're the one that won't accept us.”

 

Aya sat in silence. Yohji could tell he was thinking everything over. All of it wasn't the best things he could have told Aya but most of it was the truth. Aya-chan was thrilled and had done so many things for them that her brother refused to acknowledge. Omi and Ken had their own thing going and it helped to see their older teammates happy. Aya was truly the only one that had a problem with he and Yohji being together.

 

Answers, violence, and anger weren't coming from Aya. Yohji swallowed and pushed himself up. He started to finish his sandwich, all the while going over what he was going to do when Aya dumped him on his ass.

 

Maybe he could move into the place he'd reserved for himself and Aya. It would be out of the line of fire. That way, there wouldn't be any undue tension in the house. He could also take different shifts in the Koneko and get Omi to keep him working with Ken.

 

The chair rumbled over the linoleum and Aya appeared next to Yohji's arm shortly after the sound stopped. “I want to be with you. No one else.” His hand was a mere inch above Yohji's arm, like he was afraid to touch him.

 

Yohji swallowed, knowing that this was probably as good as things are going to get. Aya was admitting that he wanted to be with Yohji and even admitting it to Yohji himself. He'd probably never say it to anyone else. Yohji was confused but he gave a small nod. Aya being with him was good enough for Yohji.

 

=

 

Aya closed his eyes as he let his hand settle over Yohji's arm. He knew what was going on. Before, he had had an inkling or two but Yohji just spelled it out for him. It made everything so much easier, at least for him.

 

He felt Yohji shift, only slightly. The other man was very careful to keep their contact as he finished his sandwich. “Hungry?” Yohji offered.

 

Blinking, Aya nodded. He realized he was. In his hurry to avoid everyone at dinner earlier, he had avoided eating much more than a few bites. Everything else he just pushed around his plate.

 

Another realization hit him as Yohji cast him a ghost of his usual smile. He had been terrified at the idea of losing Yohji. Terrified that he had subconsciously caused this wonderful thing to end. He could have tossed the number out before he got home or even stopped in the kitchen to pitch it. No, he'd kept it. He'd kept it where Yohji could have found it and Yohji had found it.

 

A plate clicked down on the counter in front of Aya. He blinked, paying attention to what was going on again. Yohji placed a sandwich on the plate in front of him. “Let's go into the living room,” Yohji offered. “Or, you can go back upstairs,” he added quickly.

 

Aya just blinked at the plate, his hand still on Yohji's arm. He weighed his options, guessing at Yohji's response to each. “The living room is fine.” It was his only choice, he knew, because Yohji wouldn't have followed if he had chosen the other.

 

He followed Yohji into the living room, sitting on one end as Yohji sat on the opposite. The television flickered to life as Yohji lifted the remote. He settled on some American movie, dubbed in Japanese. Aya sat and quietly ate the sandwich Yohji had made for him, feeling as if they were walking on thin ice.

 

“I've never understood the fascination with that man,” Yohji mumbled.

 

Aya blinked. “Who?”

 

“Tom Cruise. I don't like him, not since he did that movie with the planes in it. Oh, and that one with the spies.” He shrugged. “He's not that cute, nor is his acting all that great.”

 

Not having really ever paid attention to the American actors all that much, Aya just nodded in agreement. He studied the screen and saw said actor playing a bartender. “He isn't attractive at all,” Aya said after awhile. Tom Cruise wasn't cute compared to Yohji, in his mind.

 

Yohji gave a crooked smile. “He's spilling more of the liquor than he is getting in the glasses. I don't miss the bartending in the States. Well, at least the bartending in the trendy bars.”

 

Aya quietly continued with his sandwich before scooting towards the center of the couch. He was finished by the time he spoke again. “Can I sit with you?” he asked quietly, in a halting voice.

 

It was almost like Yohji didn't understand. Then he nodded and put his plate onto the end table next to him. When Aya handed him the other plate, Yohji stacked it on top of the first.

 

Yohji had a subtle rigidity to his body as he sat, waiting for Aya to move closer. When he did, Aya settled against the side of Yohji's body. He did his best to relax against his lover. The tension of their earlier argument still hung heavily in the air. Aya could feel it and he knew Yohji was still reacting to it.

 

“I'm sorry,” Aya said again.

 

“Quit apologizing,” Yohji mumbled.

 

Aya felt Yohji settle an arm around his shoulders. The tension lightened, even if it was only a miniscule amount. He turned his face into Yohji's neck and closed his eyes. The feeling of being near Yohji washed over him. No one else could make him feel like this, like this was where he belonged.

 

Yohji's hand drifted up and down over Aya's arm, ticking the bare flesh there. In response to the simple gesture, Aya moved his arm a little bit. Gooseflesh blossomed on his arm, prickling with sensitivity. But, as he moved his arm, Yohji's fingers followed. He never stopped moving his hand over Aya's arm.

 

“Stop it.”

 

“What?” Yohji blinked innocently and turned his attention away from the movie to Aya. Aya glared up at him, shifting so that his arm was out of range of being tormented.

 

“You were tickling me,” Aya accused.

 

“You? Ticklish?” Yohji obviously feigned innocence.

 

“You bastard. You know I'm ticklish.” Aya felt like sticking out his tongue at the other man.

 

Childish as all of this seemed, it was soothing the tension in the air. When Aya settled back against Yohji, he almost snuggled against his side.

 

The sort of relationship they had allowed them to be furious at each other one moment then they forgave each other. They needed each other. It left little room for them to have fights that resulted in one of them being pissed off at the other for too long.

 

Plus, it meant they had plenty of make up sex.

 

Aya turned his face into Yohji's bare neck again. The gesture was innocent until Aya carefully pressed his lips to the vulnerable flesh there. When Yohji didn't react immediately, he did it again.

 

“Aya.”

 

The rumble of Yohji's voice felt strange against Aya's lips. It felt good as well. “Hmm?”

 

“What are you doing?” Yohji made no move to push him away.

 

“This.” He pressed his lips against Yohji's neck again. This time, his tongue slipped out to taste golden skin.

 

“And what is `this' going to lead to?”

 

Aya smirked against his skin. “Things.”

 

“Are these the kind of `things' we need to go upstairs for? Or the kind of `things' I'll get shoved off the couch for is someone else walks in?”

 

Sitting back, Aya turned so he was better able to face the other man. “I'm not going to push you away anymore. I'm not ashamed of you.”

 

“You should at least say that you are going to `try' not to. Make things easier if you don't remember your new idea. And, you aren't ashamed of me, you are ashamed of us.”

 

Aya's eyes narrowed. “Fine. I'm going to `try' not to push you away anymore and I'm not ashamed of us, or you. That better?”

 

Yohji nodded. Aya noticed his attention heading back for the television and caught his chin between his fingers. He turned the last bit he had to so that he was facing Yohji. He straddled the taller man's hips. “You aren't getting out of this, Kudoh. It may not be make up sex but I'm pretty sure it's going to get close.”

 

He was pretty sure that Yohji would eventually get the point of doing this here, with Omi, Ken, or Aya-chan likely to tromp down the stairs from their late nights of study and other things. Until then, he wanted to keep the man occupied.

 

Aya took Yohji's face between his hands and leaned to press his lips chastely against his. Eyes sliding closed, Aya let his lips brush Yohji's. Then, he leaned forward, the pressure growing until they were kissing in earnest.

 

Yohji parted his lips at Aya's insistence and Aya deepened the kiss. He slid his tongue inside of Yohji's mouth, slowly tasting and exploring the other man's mouth as their tongue's warred against each other.

 

It didn't take long before Yohji was sliding his hands over every curve and plane of Aya's body. His fingers moved over Aya's shoulders and down his back. They hesitated for only a moment before sliding down to grip Aya's ass.

 

Aya made a noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a purr and a moan. He couldn't get enough of Yohji and he doubted that anything could change that. As long as Yohji was here, he was fine but now, he had something to prove. He had to prove that their relationship was going to change, that he was going to allow all those things that he had been trying to hide.

 

As the kiss continued, Aya nipped at Yohji's tongue as it tried to snake back into his mouth. Aya was in charge here, not Yohji. He wanted to show Yohji that he was going to do this, that he wasn't ashamed to be caught making out with him on the couch.

 

His hands started to roam, carefully. A feather light touch here and a firm caress there led Aya's hands over Yohji's body. He brushed his nipples through the worn fabric of Yohji's shirt, savoring his sharp intake of breath. In response to the movement, he felt Yohji's hands tighten on his ass and pull him forward.

 

Twin gasps filled the room as sweet friction blossomed where their clothed erections met. Aya couldn't help but be instantly hard in Yohji's presence and he knew what he did to Yohji. Their shared degrees of hardness proved that.

 

Aya purred as he pulled his lips from Yohji's. A devilish smile crossed his features. He brushed his fingertips down the front of Yohji's t-shirt, slipping them up and under the worn fabric. The feel of Yohji's perfectly toned abdomen had him smiling again. “Love the way you feel,” he whispered.

 

Yohji gave a small smile back. “You feel even better.” His hands proceeded to massage Aya's ass, kneading the delicious flesh encased in snug jeans.

 

At least, for once, the waistband of Yohji's jeans was loose enough that Aya could get his hand inside. Still, he popped the button and slid down the zipper of Yohji's pants with his other hand. More room to work, he told himself. The truth was he liked to see Yohji's cock straining against his briefs.

 

He cupped Yohji through the silky material, stealing a kiss when Yohji moaned softly. The movie on the television was forgotten. Aya could have cared less about it in the first place. Now it only served as soft background noise anyway.

 

“Aya.” Yohji swallowed and even as he made the movement, Aya was there, nipping at his bobbing Adam's apple.

 

Aya sat back with his hands down the front of Yohji's pants. His half-lidded eyes darted between Yohji's face and open pants. It was arousing to be here, out in the open, where anyone could walk by and catch them.

 

But, that was the point; to be caught. Aya's fingers pushed aside Yohji's silky briefs and took his erection into his hand. He gently stroked the thick flesh, just savoring the feel of Yohji.

 

“Aya. We should go upstairs,” Yohji's breathless voice glided over the soft sounds of the television.

 

Shaking his head, Aya rubbed his thumb over the head of Yohji's cock. “We're not going anywhere.”

 

=

 

Soft voices and the sound of one of his favorite movies warned Omi of the presence of his housemates in the living room. What he didn't expect as he descended the last few steps into the room was the scene that greeted him.

 

Yohji was rolling his head back, slowly. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing just a little heavy. Aya was across his lap, his hands obviously working at something. He was also sucking in air through parted lips. There wasn't any doubt in Omi's mind what his teammates were doing.

 

Still, he flushed scarlet and froze on the landing. Aya would bolt, or push Yohji away, he knew. It was only a matter of moments before his teammate saw him. When that happened, Yohji would either be very pissed or very hurt. Depending on the outcome, it would determine whom he would avoid for the next few days.

 

Omi's eyes met Aya's and Omi held his breath. He waited for a gesture that didn't come. What did come, though, was unexpected.

 

Violet eyes locked on his as Aya slid down Yohji's body. Omi's eyes widened, impossibly large in the flickering darkness of the room, as he couldn't tear his gaze away from his teammates.

 

Aya was going down on Yohji. In the living room. Where anyone could just walk in. Where Omi had just walked in.

 

And Omi was still frozen there, unable to move incase he would disturb this rare moment.

 

Somewhere inside him, a proud feeling swelled. Aya wasn't pushing Yohji away in front of him. Omi's subconscious noted the progress but he still remained immobile. The sight was far too far and erotic.

 

When Yohji moaned deep and low in his throat, Omi came back to himself. He shook his head and tore his gaze away from the scene before him. Yohji and Aya deserved their privacy.

 

Omi turned and headed back up the stairs, forgetting about the snack he was planning to get. The only thing in his mind was that somehow, Yohji and Aya had made up. Maybe then Yohji could get Aya to go along with his plans.

 

At least Omi knew that they had worked out their problems for a little while. Aya-chan would be ecstatic to hear about it. That was, of course, if Omi could manage to tell her about it without turning the same shade of red as Aya's hair.