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The Drunken Chronicles

 

Christ almighty.

What the fuck happened last night?

Yohji sat up, wincing as the small movement sets off various aches and pains.

Ones that he had no idea how they got there.

Shit! It was Aya's birthday yesterday.

Yohji hoped he hadn't passed out drunk at the festivities. It felt like he fell down the stairs.

With his mind still trying to recall the events of last night, he made his way out to the hall, not noticing anything but the sharp pains all over his body.

It felt like he discovered a new one with every step!

Dimly he realised that he was bare assed walking to the bathroom, but hey it was past 12 so everyone would be in the shop.

Eyes still slightly unfocused, he turned on the water and stepped under the spray.

As he washed his honey gold hair, he found that even though he had obviously fallen down the stairs or taken a beating or something, his body felt good.

He felt really good.

Smiling broadly he jumped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his hips, his appetite taking priority over his hair, and headed straight to the kitchen.

Omi may have cooked something. They would just be closing the shop.

Yohji loved Saturdays. Particularly this one.

 

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Omi heard the shower turn on upstairs, and he ran to fetch Ken.

“Ken-kun! I need your help in the kitchen! Now!”

He heard the soccer player run towards the kitchen, genuinely thinking that he needed assistance.

“Yeah Omi?” Ken was looking around to see what the chibi needed help with.

Omi grabbed Ken by his soccer jersey and pushed him against the wall.

“Omi wh-“ Omi silenced him with a hand over his mouth, glaring at his teammate he spoke low and fast, with an air of command.

“Yohji is awake, and I know what you are planning to say to him…he was very drunk last night and he might not remember.”

He had taken his hand off the brunette's mouth after making the point to stay silent. It did not stop Ken though.

“What! But Omi this is the best ammunition I have ever had against him! Please!”

Omi cut him off again,” Unless you want Aya to kill you I suggest you shut up! Like I said, he might not remember a thing…it's best to leave it up to Aya to remind him.”

“Omi come on…you think he won't remember that! The whole street probably heard him!” He started laughing, and even Omi had to smile.

Letting his teammate go, he set Yohji's lunch on the table, waiting for the blonde to arrive.

 

Ken busied himself in searching for his hidden sports drink, and had finally located the elusive beverage hidden behind some of Aya's tofu.

He stood and walked back to stand beside Omi, who seemed to be slightly nervous about the whole situation.

Ken was too. If Aya found out all the things they had heard - well let's just say that he and Omi would be getting better acquainted with the redhead's Katana.

Though it was not as though Aya had tried to be quiet - but even though he had been tipsy, he was not nearly as intoxicated as the blonde had been.

And drunk people tend to have very few, or no inhibitions.

 

Omi was not worried about Aya coming after him.

He was worried about Aya going after Yohji.

The blonde was, after all, the person who had initiated the drinking contest.

It had been simple scissors, paper and rock.

The redhead seemed to be able to read the blonde's mind , getting the upper hand almost every time.

But Yohji did manage to win a few, and his tolerance for alcohol was higher, so while it had taken 15 shots of vodka to make the blonde smashed, Aya would have only needed four or five.

He had three.

Omi's thoughts were interrupted when Yohji walked into the kitchen, and the younger blonde felt his jaw drop.

 

There were bruise-like marks all over the older man's neck, trailing down his collarbone to eight or nine scattered on his chest and taut stomach.

Eyes darting from one hip to the other, Omi also noticed the actual bruises from where hands had held Yohji.

Obviously held him very securely.

He also seemed to be limping slightly.

 

He felt a hand gently closing his still gaping mouth and looked quickly at Ken, who was still staring in shock at their teammate, but still managing to shut the codfish look on his friend's face.

Yohji walked straight to the table and sat down, sniffing appreciatively at the loaded plate.

“Mmmm…this smell soooo good. Thanks Omi.”

“You're welcome Yohji-kun!”

His voice came out higher than normal and Yohji frowned at him slightly.

He shrugged, apparently dismissing the incident then went to sit down, however the moment his backside touched the seat, he leapt up with a yelp.

“Alright who did I get in a fight with? Cos' they must've literally kicked my butt! Or at least paid special attention to it!”

Omi went bright red at Yohji's unintended entendre, while Ken spat out his sports drink all over the back of a chair, then proceeded to cough loudly.

“ Umm…Yohji do you remember anything about lastnight?”

Yohji thought for a moment,” Hey the drinking competition! Who won?”

Ken, who had stopped choking, volunteered the information. “ It was Aya…He beat you by twelve”

 

“Oh…” Yohji looked crestfallen for a second, then he perked up.

“I bet I demanded a rematch huh?”

 

Omi and Ken exchanged glances, then Omi let out a nervous giggle, “ Hehehe…well kinda Yohji”

 

The blonde frowned, obviously confused at the normally talkative Omi being so reluctant to tell a story.

 

“I didn't do karaoke did I? Cos' I can sing it sober but I must've butchered it drunk” He shook his head laughing to himself, remembering the drunken karaoke bar hopping that he had done once. Now that was something to remember…especially his inebriated version of Michael Jackson's ` The way you make me feel' when he had gotten home.

 

“Well…no…umm maybe you should talk to Aya-kun?”

 

Yohji frowned for a moment, then came to a conclusion, `Oh it was Aya that beat me up! I didn't hit on him did I?” He laughed, only half serious, but he saw the nervous glances that his teammates were giving each other, and the forced laughter.

“Well I didn't go to far did I? Cos' I'm not bleeding anywhere that I can see, and there aren't any holes, therefore Aya mustn't have shoved anything long and pointy in me.”

 

Omi and Ken both ran out of the kitchen.

 

“What! Ken, Omi! What's wrong?!” Yohji looked on in confusion as his teammates continued to flee.

Well it was true - Aya didn't seem to have used his katana as far as Yohji could see.

At that moment, the redhead walked in from closing the shop.

 

He saw Yohji standing in the middle of the kitchen, unknowingly marked, and he smirked.

 

Yohji reeled back.

 

Whoa!

 

“Aya…you can actually smile! Hey do you know what's up with Ken and Omi today? They are acting so weird.”

 

Ah. So he didn't remember?

Aya smirked again.

 

“Whoa Ayan! Two smiles in the space of five minutes! Christ I'm lucky! Now what did you do with the real Aya?”

 

Aya decided to be subtle, “ How do you feel this morning Yohji?”

 

The blonde assassin was still staring dumbfounded at the redhead, before he frowned in confusion, then answered, “ I feel fine Aya…I'm aching all over…especially in one…errr…region…but other than that I feel really really good!”

 

Aya knew exactly what that region was, but the blonde had no clue what had happened to cause all of those aches.

Nor had he obviously looked in a mirror yet.

 

“Yohji…have you actually looked in the mirror yet?”

 

The blonde pouted adorably, “ No Ayan, I know I'm sexy already!”

 

“Hn”

 

The older man was obviously not going to react to subtle. Sighing, Aya grabbed Yohji's arm and proceeded to drag him to his room, or more accurately, to stand in front of his full-length mirror.

 

“Hey Aya I know I'm irresistible and all, but you could just tell me to head for the nearest bed…no need to yank me there!” The blonde joked as they crossed the threshold of his bedroom.

 

Aya silently pushed Yohji to stand in front of the mirror, and moved to stand behind him.

 

Hoooolyyyy shit!!!!!!

 

What the fuck!! Yohji recognized a love bite when he saw one, but right now he was seeing near twenty!

 

Man! And he didn't remember how they got there - or more importantly who had put them there!

 

He was still gaping at his reflection, when a pale arm snaked around his waist.

 

He was to dumbfounded to move, and when Aya pressed the length of his body up against Yohji's own, it felt much too good to move away anytime soon.

Aya's voice was then in his ear, deep, sensual and absolutely dripping in sex.

 

“Did you forget about last night so quickly Yotan?” Aya purred, enjoying the shiver that ran through the taller man held flush against his body.

“I thought you enjoyed it? Do I need to refresh your memory?” His pink tongue slid out and licked the shell of the blonde's ear.

 

OH.

MY.

GOD.

 

Yohji was dreaming for sure…Holy shit! His fantasies were coming true - or apparently already had last night!

That would explain a lot.

Especially…ummm…one particular pain anyway.

 

Aya slid his hand up the blonde's hard chest, toward an already peaked caramel nipple, as his mouth slid down to Yohji's neck.

 

Oh my giddy gods pyjamas! I am sooooo in heaven right now. Is this a dream?

 

“Don't you remember anything at all? I'm upset…everyone else knows what happened. Except. For. You”

 

Aya finished the sentence with three nips down the blonde's collarbone.

 

This was apparently too much for Yohji to handle…

 

With a strangled gasp, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his consciousness - and sanity - slipped away with reality.

 

Aya smiled down at the prone blonde currently lying in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Well that's what he gets for betting money on my being an uke.

He got his answer, and Aya exacted his payment for the offensive comment.

 

And he planned to continue his revenge down to every last teasing remark the playboy had ever made.

 

His playboy now.

 

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I have the story on my comp - the one for Yohji's live karaoke to Micheal Jackson, and I may post it - if I get enough reviews (at least one!)

 

This is a sort of series, about the drunken adventures of the Weiss boys, and I wanted other authors to contribute to it!

 

It's called `The Drunken Chronicles' so anyone who has an idea or a story that fits the bill, then post it!

 

I'm ranting too much now. Feel free to tell me if this idea is daft. XD