Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Containment ❯ Chapter 3

The metal gate clattered loudly as it moved towards the ceiling and out of the way of the front of the shop. It stopped part of the way there. “Fuck,” Ken hissed. He moved under it, jumping up to give it a shove. It wouldn't budge. They had to get it fixed soon, he decided. It seemed like every time he had to open the shop the gate would get stuck. It was pissing him off. “Omi!”

 

“Yes, Ken-kun?” Omi peered around the corner of the shop.

 

“The fucking gate is stuck again.” He glared at the offending metal. There was no way he would be able to get it unless he stood on something.

 

“Should I go get Yohji-kun?”

 

Ken turned to face Omi and saw the blush rising on the other boy's cheeks. “What's wrong? Yohji and Aya make up?”

 

Omi nodded. “On the couch last night.” He was blushing even darker.

 

“Didn't Aya shove Yohji on his ass? Or didn't he see you?” Ken forgot about the gate for now, more interested in the conversation with Omi.

 

All of them knew what went on between Yohji and Aya wasn't as strong as it could be. Ken swore he knew more about Yohji and Aya's relationship than what he had with Omi, if he could call what he had with Omi something.

 

He and Omi hadn't been on a real date in a long time. They hadn't done more than sitting together to watch television. Well, Ken watched television and Omi did his schoolwork. Ken wanted it to be something more but he was afraid to try again. The last time they had been on a date had been before Weiss had changed how they did missions. It had been when Ken was still fighting for his sanity.

 

“Ken-kun? Did you hear me?”

 

Ken shook his head and focused back on Omi, the other boy's concern winning him over. “Sorry, Omi, I got distracted.”

 

“I said that Aya did see me. He looked right at me right before he...” His voice trailed off.

 

“Before he what, Omi?” Ken's curiosity was peaked.

 

“Before he went down on Yohji,” Omi mumbled.

 

Ken was stunned. Aya went down on Yohji in the living room. Any of them could have walked in on them just like Omi had. Aya-chan could have walked in on her brother doing that. He shook his head, chasing away the image.

 

“Just don't worry about it. I'll go find a chair to stand on,” Ken said. He gave Omi a half smile and headed back around to the shop to see if he could find a chair. They'd all be better off letting Yohji and Aya sleep. Only Yohji had to make an appearance in the shop later, anyway.

 

=

 

Yohji awoke to the feel of sunlight on his skin and the weight of a lover at his side. Both were pleasant, leaving Yohji to almost purr in contentment as he lay there sleepily. He watched the light play across the ceiling and slowly moved one of his arms so he could comb through his lover's hair with his fingers.

 

Aya shifted at Yohji's side, tilting his head further into the caress. He blinked sleepily, moving his face into Yohji's chest. “Good morning,” he murmured against Yohji's skin.

 

“Did you sleep well?” Yohji asked, still afraid to move too much. He was comfortable and would rather not have to get up anytime soon.

 

“Yes.” Aya tilted his head, brushing his lips over Yohji's chest.

 

Making a sound of contentment, Yohji let his eyes fall closed again. Last night had been different, but it was a good different. They hadn't made love, only worshipped each other's bodies well into the morning. Yohji had enjoyed himself. He loved touching Aya and having Aya touch him in return.

 

“I don't have a shift today,” Aya murmured as he ran his lips over all the skin he could reach.

 

Yohji felt himself reacting to both Aya's proximity and the way the other man was touching him. “I do. Made a deal with Ken to get out early in time for this evening.” He let his fingers tangle in Aya's hair.

 

Aya twisted so that he could reach Yohji's nipples. He nipped at the tightening buds before raking his teeth over them and kissing them soundly. Beneath him, Yohji moaned. He was a sucker for pleasure.

 

“Mmm, Aya. Got to get up soon. I'll get yelled at.” He quit complaining as Aya tugged a little harder than necessary at one of his nipples. “Yes, you're right. A little fun won't hurt at all.” He reserved himself to just simply enjoying Aya's amorous attentions.

 

Sitting up, Aya pushed the covers back and straddled his naked lover's lap. He sat back on Yohji's thighs and spread his palms over Yohji's chest.

 

Yohji wanted to stay here all day. Things had been better since last night and he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. They had almost patched things up between them. Almost.

 

There were still some parts of both of them that weren't as ready for any of this. He knew Aya still had his reservations about them but that didn't make any difference to Yohji. Yohji wanted them to be together but he wasn't sure that they could leave Ken, Omi, and Aya-chan here without something happening. They'd all been together far too long. The change might not work.

 

Aya raked his fingernails down Yohji's chest, pulling Yohji's attention back to him. “I have to get ready for my shift,” Yohji murmured at the man. Ken Ken wouldn't keep their deal if he didn't show up on time.

 

“No, you are staying here with me.” Aya reached down and grasped Yohji's half-hard erection.

 

“Gods,” Yohji closed his eyes, wishing he could stay here with Aya. He quickly flipped them so that Aya was beneath him. “You may have today off but I have to work before our date tonight.”

 

The look Yohji found on Aya's face told him that Aya probably assumed that the date was off. “I'll let you ravish me all night long if you let me go now.” Yohji gave Aya a wicked smile, giving his offer a little more promise.

 

Aya nodded then smiled back at his lover. He climbed off Yohji. “Go get ready for your shift.”

 

As Aya settled back beneath the covers, Yohji climbed out of bed and headed to his dresser for clothing. “Remember our date.” He headed for the hallway and the bathroom they all shared.

 

=

 

Aya-chan dropped her books on her desk and sighed. She only had morning classes today and they had driven her insane. One professor had shown up a half an hour late and another had babbled non-stop about anything that wasn't on topic with what he was supposed to teach.

 

It was one of the worst days of the semester. On top of that, she had to come home and deal with Yohji and Aya still fighting. She hated being the only intelligent one in the house.

 

Tucking her hair into a neat, low ponytail she set out to deal with her brother's stubbornness. She had seen Yohji in the shop as she came in. He had been busy with a customer or she would have stopped to give him a piece of her mind. Aya didn't have a shift today and her own was later so, she set out after her brother.

 

He wasn't in his room and he wasn't in the workout room. She found him in the kitchen, fixing himself some tea. Aya looked up with his sister and smiled.

 

Aya-chan stopped dead, her irritation with her brother fading. Yesterday he hadn't even wanted to eat anything. Yesterday he wouldn't even look at her. Now, here her brother was, having tea and smiling at her. “What happened?”

 

Blinking, Aya looked puzzled before letting his features fall blank. It was a bad habit that he developed working for those crazy people and she hated it. “What do you mean?”

 

She glared at her brother, giving him a glare almost as perfect as the ones he tended to give everyone. “Last night, you wouldn't eat, wouldn't smile. Now, you are smiling like you are the happiest person in this building. What happened? Did you and Yohji work things out?”

 

Aya had a smug grin on his face when he answered. “You could say that.”

 

With a sigh of relief, Aya-chan walked to her brother, scowled and smacked his arm. “You jerk! You had me worried.” The scowl didn't last long as she took to smiling at her brother. “I'm glad though.” She paused before heading out, willing to start on other problems now that she found out her brother had fixed his. “Good luck tonight.”

 

She left the room before her brother could ask her any questions and headed to get ready for her shift. Yohji and Aya weren't fighting anymore but, she hoped they had patched up some of their differences. Next time she walked into a room, she didn't want Aya shoving Yohji on the floor or quickly climbing off the other man's lap.

 

=

 

Yohji picked at his hair again, tugging at a few of the strands to get them to lay just how he wanted them to. He only had about five minutes before he had to be downstairs to meet Aya. But, before he went down, he wanted to look perfect.

 

It wasn't that Aya was superficial about looks, he wasn't, but Yohji wanted this dinner to be memorable. He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted Aya to say yes.

 

Grabbing his boots, Yohji slid them on and quickly did the side zippers before straightening his black slacks. One last look in the mirror had Yohji convinced that he looked good. He smoothed his green button down shirt once and headed out of his room, grabbing his coat.

 

Aya was waiting downstairs for him. His lover was dressed handsomely in dark dress clothes. Yohji smiled at him and swept the beautiful man up for a kiss and a brief hug. “Ready, love?”

 

When Aya nodded, Yohji's smile moved to a grin as he stepped away from Aya and pulled his jacket on. He patted his pockets, checking for his cellphone and cigarettes. When he was ready, he noted Aya had his jacket on and reached for the other man's hand. They walked in silence to the garage.

 

“I'm driving,” Aya said just as Yohji was getting ready to unlock Seven.

 

Yohji didn't protest, just walked around his car to reach Aya's. He waited until he heard the click of the automatic doors before sliding into the passenger seat. If Aya wanted to drive, then Aya could. He had no objections. Especially, when he was already nervous over dinner.

 

“Where are we going?”

 

“Takashi's.” It was one of Yohji's favorite restaurants that was always a little to far away to go to too often. It was outside of the city. The traffic inside the city made it a problem to get there.

 

The Porsche started with a pleasant purr. It sped onto the street, Aya guiding it into the congested Toyko traffic. Neither Yohji nor Aya spoke on the way to the restaurant, but that didn't make the ride any less pleasant. Both men were lost in thought, more than anything else.

 

Yohji hoped that Aya would accept what he would propose and not refuse. It would be hard enough with their `misunderstanding' yesterday. He glanced occasionally at Aya before letting his gaze return to the traffic. His nerves were wreaking havoc.

 

Gravel flew from the Porsche's tires as it entered the parking lot. Aya slowed the vehicle and parked it under one of the few lights in the parking lot. Beside him, Yohji fidgeted nervously with the hem of his jacket, already second guessing his choice.

 

They climbed out of the car. Yohji waited for Aya to come around the side, catching the beep of the alarm being engaged and the car doors being locked. He patted the pocket of his jacket that has his cigarettes but didn't pull them out. Aya hated when he smoked.

 

Aya's fingers tangled in his hair and startled Yohji out of his thoughts. A slight tilt of his head and Yohji found his lips crushed against Aya's. Yohji practically melted under the assault as he kissed Aya back.

 

It ended all too soon for Yohji. Aya pulled away and started for the restaurant. Even as Yohji followed, all he could think about was catching up to his lover and dragging him back to the Porsche for an in depth make out session.

 

Inside the door, Aya was waiting for him. Behind the little podium, an elderly man waited for them to step further into the restaurant. When they did, he prompted them on their reservations. Yohji gave his name and the man took their coats before calling a waitress to take them to a table.

 

=

 

It was well into the meal that Yohji decided he was finally ready to ask Aya. He'd been fidgety the entire time and when Aya demanded to know what was wrong, Yohji couldn't not tell him. So, he asked him.

 

“Aya, I've found a nice place near the shop. It's really great-“

 

“What do you mean place?”

 

Yohji couldn't help but freeze when he heard the suspicious note in his lover's voice. Worry started to play into his already nervous feelings. “An apartment.”

 

Aya nodded and looked down to his empty place setting. The waiter had yet to bring their desserts. When he looked back up, he spoke again. “I see and when were you planning to let all of us know that you are moving out?”

 

“Aya, it's not like that. I'm not just moving out.” Yohji couldn't help but fumble through his explanation. He didn't want to see how Aya was going to react when he asked Aya to move with him.

 

The set of Aya's jaw had Yohji ready to take it all back even before the other man started speaking again. “Really? Then what is it like?”

 

Aya's offensive tone put Yohji on the defense. “Aya-chan, Omi, and Ken already know about it. They are all for it. It would be a good opportunity.”

 

It was when Aya's eyes locked down and glared at him with ten times the amount of malice they had ever held for him before that Yohji knew he was screwed. They were in a public place and on the verge of a shouting match and probably a fist fight.

 

“So, I'm the last one to know.” He briefly nodded his head, his glare never letting up. “I see how everything is supposed to be now. You wanted to use me until you left. You just had to have me, right? It was a challenge, a game getting me to come back, right?”

 

“No, Aya. It's not a game.” Yohji couldn't mask the hurt in his voice. “That's not what I mean. I didn't want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. You have it all wrong.”

 

Aya cut him off. “Then, tell me how I'm supposed to understand all of this.”

 

“Alright, you stubborn prick. I found this really nice apartment. It's perfect for two people. Two people, Aya. That means you and me. I want to live with you, away from everyone else. We could have some privacy again. It would be nice.” Yohji stopped and watched Aya.

 

The anger in Aya's eyes shifted. It went from being explosively angry to being confused. His mask fell securely into place. “What about my sister?”

 

Yohji could have predicted Aya's question word for word. “I talked to her. She said that she would be happy to see us move in together and we would still be close. The place is within walking distance of the shop.”

 

Nodding once, the server returning with their desserts stopped Aya from replying on the matter. Both of them picked at their desserts, not looking at each other. Yohji was finding himself becoming increasingly upset with all the silence. He doubted Aya was thinking much of it. It wasn't like him to ultimately give a fuck about them.

 

“No.”

 

Yohji looked up from his cheesecake and blinked. He thought he heard wrong. “What?”

 

“I said no.”

 

Aya never looked up during the exchange. Yohji felt like a complete and utter ass. He nodded to Aya's words and set his fork down. There wasn't anything he wanted more right now than to go hide, to find a place that wouldn't see his failure.

 

He pushed himself to a stand. “Alright, I understand,” Yohji said as he tossed the money for their meal on the table. The truth was that he didn't understand. He didn't understand why Aya had to do this. He knew that Aya loved him, someway in that slowly melting heart of his.

 

Yohji pushed his chair in, finally having Aya's attention as he was getting ready to leave. “I need some time to think,” Yohji reasoned.

 

“Don-“

 

“Aya, I need some time.” Yohji looked at the beautiful man he had come to love. He wanted nothing more than to whisk Aya away to their home. It wouldn't happen now. It probably would never happen. He doubted that Aya would ever reconsider the offer.

 

Pulling his eyes away, Yohji turned and left. He picked up his coat and started the long walk back to the Koneko. Hopefully, the night air would clear his head. Maybe Aya would even change his mind between now and then. Why couldn't Aya be happy with him for once? Why did everything always focus around Aya-chan? Why couldn't the other man just be happy?

 

Yohji didn't know the answer to any of those questions and he doubted he ever would.

 

=

 

“He's perfect.”

 

“I... I don't know.”

 

“Yes, you do. I saw you staring at him when he walked in.” The man tapped his water glass with his fingers. “I wonder how long he'll take to break.”

 

“Isn't this wrong? We can't do that to-“ The woman looked to her hands. They were folded in her lap. He'd silenced her with nothing more than a look.

 

“He's very beautiful. After we are done with him, just think of the possibilities.” He was grinning, broadly. There was nothing more pleasant for him than catching a new `patient'. “We'll give him a head start.”

 

“You don't know which direction he's going.”

 

“True but, dinner is almost finished. I want him tonight.” He raised his hand to signal the waiter.

 

She nodded, not truly having any say in this matter. The woman was his, just as he would make his new `patient'.

 

=

 

Aya wouldn't leave his mind. Just the thought of the other man sent thrills down his spine and had him hardening in his pants like a boy in puberty.

 

Yohji was fascinated by Aya. Everything from the way the other man spoke so little to the way he stirred his tea had Yohji paying attention. It was possible that Aya wasn't in love with Yohji the way Yohji was in love with him.

 

To Yohji, that wasn't really the problem. He didn't have any doubts that Aya loved him. There were little things that he noticed that led him to that conclusion. Then there was always the progress he made with Aya just last night. He had known that Omi was there as well and still Aya had gone ahead and given him a sensational blowjob.

 

Aya confused the fuck out of Yohji. It was that simple. He knew so many things about the man but in the end, he didn't really know Aya. It was frustrating on many levels.

 

The road stretched ahead Yohji. He was already tired of walking and hoped that Aya might show up to pick him up with an apology.

 

“You wish, Kudoh.”

 

He sighed and went the short distance back from the road to a fence line. It was old and probably served as little more than a barrier between properties but it worked for what Yohji wanted it for. He tossed his jacket over the fence, leaving it lay there so he could get into its pockets if he wanted to.

 

“You are such a fucking fool,” he mumbled at himself. Patting his jacket pockets, he searched for his cigarettes. Screw the fact that Aya hated it when he smoked; he needed something to calm his nerves.

 

It was tempting to stand there pacing, smoking, and berating himself for even thinking that Aya would move in with him. So, he puffed on his cigarette, allowing himself to finish it before he continued back to the Koneko.

 

Sighing, Yohji strolled closer to the road and puffed on his cigarette. He wished that the car traveling down the road would be Aya, there to apologize. The lights blinding him prevented him from telling the make of the vehicle as it came closer.

 

The car passed him, slowing to a stop a few yards beyond him.

 

“Which way are you headed?” A woman leaned out of the driver's side window.

 

Yohji blinked at the woman and took another drag on his cigarette before strolling closer. “Tokyo.”

 

The woman smiled brightly and motioned him closer. “I'm heading that way. Do you need a ride? There is plenty of room in here.”

 

Yohji approached the car casually, debating with himself over the offer. It would take him quite sometime to walk back to the Koneko. “I just need a ride into the city. Can you can drop me of as soon as we are in the city?” He leaned down to look at the woman inside the car, putting his hand on the door.

 

“Of course.” The woman smiled and reached toward the door.

 

Yohji moved to stand. “Let me- shit.” He jerked his arm away from the door and rubbed it through the sleeve of his shit. “You bitch!”

 

A man climbed out of the back of the car and came around to catch Yohji as he tumbled to the ground, losing consciousness. Yohji struggled to stay aware but failed as he was dragged into the back seat of the car, a thick cloud covering his mind.