Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Eject ❯ Eject Two ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

 

“But Aya… “

 

“No. You get up. Right. Now.” The younger assassin gave him a final death glare and then turned to go. “…and - please - Youji, take a shower… you stink like an entire brothel” Aya snorted as he left the room.

 

Bit by bit Youji tried to climb out of bed. On shaky legs he clutched the next best chair for support. His head hurt like a train head been going through it last night.

 

Ok, so maybe he overdid it a bit last night, but there was no reason to yell at him like that. He'd like to see Aya after a night like that. He'd probably just glare everyone away in a general attempt of “I'm too pissed to work so better fuck off”. The sad thing was he could almost certainly pull it off.

 

Ah, what a joke in itself. Aya after a night like that - a snowball's chance in hell.

 

At least he got a good view at the fearless leader in boxers. A damn pity he was feeling far too lousy to really enjoy it.

 

It took quite some time for Youji to get in and out of the shower. He still had far too much alcohol in his system. On top of all he hadn't had enough sleep. To sum it up he felt like something somebody else just threw up.

 

When he finally made it to the flower-shop he was greeted by a not-too-friendly Ken. He didn't quite catch what Ken said, but it didn't sound nice at all. Fortunately there weren't too many costumers yet.

 

Aya was sitting in a corner, working on some flower arrangements; purposefully ignoring him. After all it was Youji's own fault. Why did he have to stay away so long yesterday anyway? Youji was a grown man and should finally start to learn what responsibility was.

 

~*~

 

It was meant to be an easy job. And in fact it was.

 

Late in the evening Manx had shown up and gave them a short mission. Go there, take out the target, steal some information, and go home.

 

Still that was all the easier said than done when you woke up to Aya shouting at you - still drunk. And with next to no sleep. Youji didn't remember how much he'd slept, but it couldn't have been much.

 

Thankfully he didn't have to get up early tomorrow. How he wished for this day to be over and done with.

 

The mission was easy, but messier than it was supposed to be. Youji had suggested doing it tomorrow, but none of the others agreed with him. There simply was no reason for them to delay it. Ignorant folk.

 

He hated having a mission being in a state like that. On top of all there were more guards in his area than everyone thought. In fact there weren't supposed to be any guards. It wasn't easy for Youji to finish them, but he still managed to do it without getting himself hurt.

 

He still had a few bruises and scratches, but they were nothing serious. He was just thankful, that the shirt he picked could cover them.

 

“Where do you think you're going?”

 

“Out.”

 

Fearless leader glared daggers at Youji. By now he should KNOW that Youji was going out after EVERY mission.

 

Aya stood before Youji and blocked his way out. None of them moved in tense silence for several moments.

 

“No” Aya finally said in a commanding tone.

 

Youji sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair. “Aya…” he started “you see… I need to get out… I can't sleep now anyway, y'know?”

 

“No. I don't” Aya just kept glaring at him.

 

“Aya, …I really do respect you a lot… but you have no right to tell me what to do” Youji pleaded with him.

 

“You might as well get drunk at home”

 

“You're kidding me aren't you?” Aya didn't look as if he was in a joking mood, if there was ever something like that to Aya. “Where would be the fun in that?” Youji didn't dare to deny that he was going out just to get drunk. It sounded bad but it was the truth and both of them knew it.

 

“Why not?” Aya seemed to be deadly serious about not letting him go out tonight.

 

“Well… for one it's depressing to drink alone… and it's nice to have some company… someone to talk to about nothing… just for the sake of talking, you know?” and then there was the prospect of getting laid, that Youji didn't quite feel like mentioning.

 

Aya obviously didn't. But what do you expect from someone who didn't speak a word more than necessary?

 

“So you just want to get drunk somewhere else to have some company?” Aya raised a cool, calculating eyebrow.

 

“Well if you want to put it like that… yeah… I guess you could say so” In fact, it would be really easy to put it into much more beautiful words. And it would've been a lot nicer, too.

 

“Good. Go inside then”

 

“What?” Youji blinked at him.

 

“If you need company so badly I'll keep you company” Aya nearly spat out, his death glare still in place.

 

Youji looked a bit unsure and surprised at Aya. Than it dawned on him that this was probably worse than being alone…

 

“Um… Aya …?”

 

“Move” Aya commanded after Youji still didn't go in again after a few minutes.

 

“Damn” Youji muttered under his breath as he finally turned and went in again.

 

 

~*~

 

“Aya, I'll tell you again… this is no fun if you don't drink anything…” Youji threw his head back against the sofa, and looked up to Aya.

 

When they finally went in Aya had set himself on the sofa, in a normal, upright position. Youji had shifted from here to there again and again. A half hour ago he finally settled on the floor in front of the sofa, left to Aya's legs.

 

Youji lifted the half empty bottle Jack Daniels to his mouth and drank a big mouthful. The liquor left a burning trail all the way down to his stomach. It felt familiar, but the fact, that there wasn't anything else to distract him bothered him.

 

This was worse than drinking alone. Drinking with the most adorable ice statue that there was. No, not really drinking with him. Drinking before him. Drinking under his cold gaze, never knowing what was going on in the others mind.

 

“Come on Aya… why not?” Youji looked up at Aya again. “First you won't let me go out… and then… then you just sit here, your cold eyes making me more uncomfortable every second that passes…”

 

`Wait. I just didn't SAY that, did I?' Youji wondered. What made him say that? It was true… but it was nothing he'd willingly say to *Aya*.

 

Aya said nothing.

 

He just looked down at Youji, his face a blank. He'd been sitting there the entire time like that. Never uttering a single word.

 

“Aya… I didn't mean it like that… ok?”

 

Still nothing from the redhead. No outburst, not even the slightest surprise displaying on his face. Still the same expression, unreadable.

 

“Ah… shit” Youji muttered and took another gulp of the liquor. “You're just really a cold bastard, do you know that?” Maybe it was the alcohol or the lack of reaction he got from Aya that made Youji say these things.

 

Or a mix of both. Aya didn't do him the favour to react to that. The bottle in Youji's hand was almost entirely empty by now. Where did all the stuff go?

 

“You could at least try to sit beside me… but you seem more comfortable from a superior position, don't you?”

 

“It was your choice to sit on the floor.” Aya briefly stated. His voice mirrored his facial expression. So he could still talk. A good sign?

 

But he was right. It wasn't Aya who didn't want to sit beside Youji, it was Youji who had positioned himself at Aya's feet.

 

When Youji lifted the bottle again to drink from it he was surprised to find it empty. He shrugged, gave Aya a grin and got up to fetch a new bottle.

 

~*~

 

“So, I went into the store and said to the chick at the counter: `I'd like two of this' pointing at her… she blushed heavily and…”

 

Aya mentally sighed. Kudou. For the last hour Youji had been rambling on and on about nothing in particular. Aya almost regretted not letting him go out tonight. Almost.

 

After all he had good reason. The mission tonight went well enough, but… it was a really easy mission. A hard one would've been impossible to accomplish with Youji in the state he was in. Someone needed to do something about it.

 

And Aya was the only one who could do that.

 

So he was sitting here on Youji's sofa listening to his never-ending ramblings. The worst thing was, that Youji had a way of telling, that made you listen. If you wanted or cared didn't matter. It didn't make it more interesting, it was just impossible to ignore.

 

“…and only then she told me she had a highly jealous boyfriend. The second he was standing in front of me. I apologized and left. There wasn't anything else I could've done.”

 

Youji shrugged and grinned at Aya “Your turn.”

 

“Hn?”

 

“Your turn to tell me something… come on Aya-kun… talking… the thing with sounds coming out of your mouth… oh well, there are some other things with sounds coming from your mouth… but the one with words would be nice … for now” Youji flashed him a downright dirty grin.

 

Aya looked at him unimpressed.

 

“Well, come on, talk to me” Youji slurred. “It's no fun when I'm the only one who's talking, you know?”

 

“I see.” Aya raised an eyebrow and said nothing more.

 

“Come on… Ayaaa” Youji pleaded.

 

“What do you want me to talk about then?” Aya's patience was wearing thin.

 

“I dunno… doesn't matter… really…” Youji shrugged. Aya said nothing. “Ah, well, if nothing else, tell me why I have to stay at home tonight”

 

“Because that was miserable performance on your part today and I'd rather not have a repeat; that might damage the team”.

 

“I see” Youji nodded “…you are aware that I usually don't go out the evening before missions… and that yesterday none of us knew there would be a mission tonight… and that I asked to do the mission tomorrow…”

 

Aya frowned and nodded in disapproval.

 

“…and that drinking makes me quite horny…” With that Youji raised the bottle with his right hand to his mouth and grabbed between his own legs with his left to underline the statement.

 

“Too much information, Youji” Aya simply stated, his face the same mask it had been the last couple of hours.

 

“You really are cold, you know?” Youji gulped down more of the liquor.

 

“How so?” Aya asked, not really interested but rather having Youji get into the rambling again than being made to share about his life. Even if he'd prefer not to be the subject of Youji's rant.

 

“Tsk, what a question Aya! How not? You're being a passive bitch the entire time we've been sitting here. First you trap me here with the least social person I know - which is you, by the by - than you let me drink alone, not even drinking a glass or two along, listen to me talk all this while - though I'm not even sure you really listened - and when you're asked to talk along with me you basically silence the thought away…”

 

“Hn.”

 

Aya had decided about an hour ago, that Youji was positively drunk and nothing he said now really mattered.

 

“Plus, Aya, I could actually be having fun right now. I know, I know, the mere thought is probably alien to you, but there are things in life that can actually be fun! You should try that yourself sometime; I guess the stick you got up yer ass prevents you from that, eh?”

 

“There is none.”

 

“Huh? … none what?”

 

“…stick.”

 

Youji couldn't help but laugh silly. “My god, Aya, you're priceless, really. Sometimes a real prick, but priceless nonetheless… Ah, what I'd give to have a woman now - not that you could sympathize with that, mind me. You know what?” Youji beamed “I'll tell you about it!”

 

Aya inwardly groaned.

 

“You see, Aya, when you're after a woman there's a need to show off. You may think that many of my lines are goofy, but what you don't re..alll… realize is, that those are not meant to attract as much. The thing is between those lines there are always some that actual move something in them. But I'm not gonna explain all the Kudou charm to you” Youji chuckled and winked at Aya.

 

Aya couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

 

“So let's skip to the good part…”

 

The relieved feeling vanished immediately.

 

“Now when you actually got the woman, hold back first to see what kind of woman she is. Whatever she likes she will reflect onto you, with two exceptions. One: she doesn't react much at all, means she's so to speak a dead lay, and she's expecting you to do all the work. Two: she's a hunter, too, which can be nice; later she'll probably show you everything you need to know and much more, too.”

 

“Let's start from the dead lay. When you first kiss her - you should always start with just slighty too much touching, than she feels comfortable about, but not enough, that it actually bothers her. How much that is varies from girl to girl… when you get slapped in the face it was clearly too much” Youji grinned and took another sip.

 

Aya couldn't believe Youji would basically `teach him about girls'. What was the idiot thinking?

 

“Anyway, it's good to start by placing your hand on her lower back and maybe start massaging a little. Once she's gotten used to it, and feels comfortable with it, you can move in for the kill. Don't look at me like that, it means that you can actually start kissing. Now when you kiss her and she does nothing at all you've got yourself a dead lay. Can be cool, too, just have your way with her… however more fun are the girls that are actually responding. When she does more of a “checkout kiss”, clearly taking initiative and all, but only very carefully, she's a hunter. You're in for some real fun. Mostly anyway.”

 

Dreamily Youji glanced at nothing in particular before he continued.

 

“The thing is, with a girl like that, you won't have to make any promises about love and shit, unless you feel like it and you both know what's actually happening. In a way it's a bit like dealing with a guy. You both know what you're after and that anything else is just a way to get it. Of course also means that you have to prove yourself, `cause she won't want a guy that sucks in bed. Unless you impressed her otherwise. Fortunately I impress otherwise AND definitely do so not suck in bed, it's almost a crime to be me.”

 

Despite himself Aya actually rolled his eyes. Youji didn't even notice. He was too consumed by the mental images.

 

“ When you kiss her again, she will be more aggressive, mostly, but not like a guy, all still lady like. If she's really horny she even might suck on your tongue the way she might suck your dick later, give it a little flick and end the kiss just to wait for you to kiss her again. During the kissing her arms won't be passiv like Miss dead-lay, uh-uh. Her hands will be all over you, mostly your torso, but if she's been in the game longer she'll know where you want to be touched and she'll show you she knows.”

 

By now Youji's head lay back on the edge of the sofa his eyes closed and his hands were feeling over his own body. His voice seemed calmer and more relaxed.

 

“She'd have her hand stroking through your hair at one point, sliding over your chest and going down” Youji's hand was following his description until it rested between his legs. “ She'll just give it a little squeeze, just so you know, she knows what you like, and boy you'll like it.”

 

Demonstrating just what he was talking about his hand was messaging just a little through the jeans, before it wandered of again.

 

“Oh yeah, she knows. But she likes to play. Don't we all? She'll basically touch you everywhere she can reach, but not there again, unless you give her a good reason. This is the part where the real fun starts. She touched you privately so you've got permission… to do the same!” Youji exclaimed in triumph, as though he just uncovered a big secret. Maybe he had.

 

“Of course you shouldn't just head right between her legs - that's rather rude - she won't like it. Now's the time to show what you're made of and you get to do the fun stuff… well, some of it anyway”.

 

“You get to undress her, touch just about wherever you want, just not there. You get to fondle her boobs, lick and maybe even bite her wherever it catches your fancy. The big secret is to pay attention to what she likes. And do more of it. All the while she will be continuing with her hands, also lick and bite and if you're lucky pay just as much attention. …and do more…”

 

Youji allowed himself to pause his tale a little, in favour of savouring the moment, and just enjoying the image he created in his mind. Of that woman, which was all over him covering his naked skin with licks and little bites, until she found a spot he particularly liked, where she would stay a bit longer before her tongue would wander off again. He could almost taste the salt of her skin on his tongue, breath in her perfume, more and more mixed with that scent that was just her, he could almost hear how her breathing quickened and little moans escaped her.

 

“Once you got her hot and bothered - by now you should have touched there - the action's staring. To prepare her a little beforehand is the polite thing to do, by the way. Then it's time for some good ol' action”.

 

While describing, Youji had continued to - rather shamelessly - touch himself. His voice became deeper and his breath quickened quite a bit. By now he was slowly and with quite some pressure stroking his length through his jeans. His eyes still closed and his head resting on the sofa, all in all making it easy to imagine some girl sitting on top of him and just doing everything Youji described… and maybe even more.

 

Far too easy, actually. The image almost forcefully presented itself in Aya's mind and he really didn't like that. Ever since Youji had first started touching himself Aya just knew he had to stop Youji's train of thought - the sooner the better.

 

However he didn't. By now he learned that should he ever catch himself thinking `Oh Youji surely wouldn't do that' he should discard it immediately. In fact he should end this now. Thing was, he just didn't know how, and the mere fact that his team-mate made a point of giving himself to some fantasy lady, right before his eyes, shocked him enough, to not react at all.

 

“Mhhhh, yeah” the sound seemed more released from deep within Youji than actually spoken.

 

Then Youji opened his eyes again, intoxication and just the edge of lust clearly reflected in them. He sat upright again, his hand leaving his groin.

 

“However…” Youji smiled and looked at Aya. Aya released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

 

“it's an entirely differently thing if you're after a guy.” Youji almost casually slurred, as though he was talking about pop music. Aya's eyes widened the slightest. Youji's hand reached onto his knee and slowly stroked upwards the inside of his thigh.

 

“Especially if you like to do bottom just as much as you like to top you should really approach the guy differently…”

 

“Far too much information, Youji” Aya interrupted him amazingly quiet but his voice held a rather dangerous edge. Almost while still cursing out those words Aya got up from the sofa and hurriedly left the room.

 

After everything Aya had already seen this evening he really didn't need a repeat just with some random guy instead of girl. Let the shameless idiot beat off alone in his room. He didn't need Aya for that. And Aya really could live without it.

 

His face was flushed the slightest bit and it took Aya quite a bit longer to get some sleep that night than what was usually the case.

 

~*~

 

So this is what it was like. What it was like to be manhandled by the great love-machine Kudou Youji.

 

It was his own damn fault. Youji was just as much of a prick as he had seemed at first. First impressions are never wrong.

 

Aya sat at the kitchen table, a mug of tea in his hands, warming his fingers. He was such an idiot.

 

He always knew that he shouldn't allow himself any weaknesses. None. He was here for a purpose, and that was most certainly not his well-being least his pleasure. Not that this did any good for those two.

 

But it felt good. Really good. In retro prospective not nearly good enough for the trouble he was having now, but good nonetheless. He really was an idiot. And Youji was an asshole.

 

Youji had been… warm and he had been there.

 

He didn't know anymore how or why, but Aya was so depressed that night. He couldn't sleep for hours. All the weight of the cross he war carrying seemed to crush him down so absolutely, there was no escape. There was nothing but pain and it felt so cold inside. It was as though his body was freezing over from within himself.

 

And suddenly there were hands; warm hands. Embracing him slowly, steadying him. There was a familiar voice in his ear, the distant scent of cigarettes and something spicy, something private.

 

Golden hair brushed over his face, and soothing words were whispered to him, words so full of warmth and understanding. Words that made it all seem half so bad; that let him feel things he hadn't felt for so long, and words he had longed for so desperately.

 

Just the slightest touch of something warm on his back; the words and those hands inviting him to let himself fall, if only for one moment.

 

Then Youji turned, now facing him, all the while his hands never leaving Aya. He saw those green eyes looking up at him; looking up to him. Full of affection, full of something Aya couldn't quite place. And the silent promise, that this was how it was supposed to be, how it should be, there was no doubt in Youji's eyes. Normally Aya would've never… not if… no.

 

With sure movements Youji had simply embraced him, one of his hands cupping Aya's head while his other was stroking over his back. He was gently rubbing his face against Aya's cheek.

 

“Aya” his voice was deep and filled with appreciation for him. Not love or sympathy but actual appreciation.

 

“Youji” his own voice sounded alien to him. It was so needy and sounded too young.

 

But it felt good to have the other man so close. Youji's warmth washed over him and chased the cold away. Aya didn't even realize how desperate he had clung to the other man, how forcefully he drew the other man closer. He was intoxicated by his warmth and the feeling, that there was someone who actually appreciated him no questions asked.

 

This wasn't about Aya-chan and revenge or about Kritiker or anything really but him. He felt Youji's warm breath against his cheek, inhaled his scent. Youji was holding onto him tightly, his legs were trapping Aya's. He was basically engulfed in Youji, who was holding everything dark back, as though it all was nothing more than a bad dream. There was just warmth and honesty and Aya lost himself in it.

 

Then the mood suddenly changed. But it was a good change.

 

The warmth and comfort he had found in Youji's arms was still present all the while. However little sparks and shivers ran over him as their movements became much more determined. It wasn't just regular … what ever they were doing before… anymore.

 

Youji's hands stroked over his lower back, a shiver ran down Aya's spine. And suddenly Youji's mouth was on his neck, licking his was up to his ear; much too close for comfort but creating sensations far too good to simply push away.

 

Youji's breathing had picked up, and was mixing with soft moans, almost too quiet to hear, but Youji's mouth was so close to his ear now he could hear every sound the other man made.

 

Aya heard himself groan in response. The sound came from deep inside, vibrating in his throat and only then he realized that he had clutched Youji's ass tightly, drawing him closer. It was as though his body acted on its own. His chest was rubbing against Youji's and he had pressed his groin into Youji's.

 

Youji panted into his ear now, his hands seemed to be everywhere on Aya. Then he drew back, his hand settling on Aya's chest and looked up at Aya. His eyes were almost over flooding with lust, but there was something else, too. He had looked up at Aya expectantly, just the slightest hint of submission behind it.

 

Probably Aya had read too much into it. No. Most certainly Aya had read too much into it. But at that moment it felt as though Youji understood. As though he understood who Aya was and how he worked and as though he approved. As though he accepted Aya fully not only as their team leader, but as who he was. Yes, Aya had most definitely read far too much into it.

 

He had reached out for Youji, had cupped his cheek with his hand, and kissed him. And Youji understood.

 

The kiss was not sweet and romantic. It was hot and urgent, but not forceful or overbearing. Aya was somebody you could trust. He was a friend and somebody that would take care of things. He had realized that this was not only what he wanted to be for Youji or his team or anybody else, but for himself. And he was.

 

It was probably the last conscious effort for Aya to use his head that night. His body tingled all over, adrenalin running through him, he felt breathless and light-headed. There was a growing need between his legs. Why bother holding back now, when it suddenly all had made sense, and for once he felt absolutely sure and safe?

 

The kiss had long ended. He heard a sharp intake of breath - his own? Aya had pulled their shirts off while Youji had busied himself with his fly. Somehow they ended up with their pants hanging around the knees and while Aya tried to get entirely rid of his he couldn't help but notice the series of moans that was escaping his mouth. Something felt sinfully good; something right between his legs.

 

He dared to look. Youji's hand was trapping both their cocks, rubbing them against each other. Expertly Youji was toying with them, his own head thrown back and panting.

 

Aya thrust into that hand, brushing along Youji's cock and it felt like the rest of blood still inside his brain, said its farewell and went to join the party down south.

 

He noticed how he had bent forward and again captured Youji's lips. His mouth was hot and slick and his tongue couldn't quite decide between teasing and urgency. He tasted like a lot of thing, and one taste was just Youji, Aya had decided, because the same scent had accompanied the man all along. Aya decided that he liked it.

 

Youji's breath was hot against his cheek and more by impulse than anything else Aya was determined to finish the task of fully undressing them. Still thrusting forward he awkwardly removed his jeans and kicked them to the side. Then he had Youji sit back a little and in a flash his pants were gone.

 

Youji lay back on the bed and pulled Aya over them, meanwhile fetching something from his jeans. Another heated kiss and then Aya felt Youji push two things into his hand: a condom and an about half full tube.

 

He took the clue, settled back a little and slowly spread Youji's legs in front of him, lifting his hips in the process. Aya took his sweet time, admiring the view a little before his hands travelled inwards from Youji's knees.

 

Youji hissed as the cold lube touched his skin. Aya's fingers entered Youji, slowly. One by one, stretching him, until the reached that spot that had Youji gasping. Bingo.

 

By now Aya's fingers slid in and out easily. Youji's groans, though still rather quiet grew more and more impatient, his breathing was laboured, and he was growling at Aya. A trail of precum was drawn over Youji's stomach. Aya licked his lips.

 

Despite himself Aya bend forward, lifting his pelvis well over Youji's crotch, curving the man's hips more towards himself while doing so. For a few moments Aya towered over Youji like that, and then he reached for Youji's hand and firmly pressed both lube and condom into it. And watched.

 

Youji's half open eyes inspected the items for a moment, then he unpacked the condom, tearing the pack open with his teeth, flipping the thing until he had the right side turned upwards. His hands reached for Aya's cock. The condom was placed on top of it and Youji hastily rolled it down, adjusting it with little strokes until he felt that it was enough.

 

Then he reached for the lube again.

 

It didn't take long until Aya's cock was slick with the sticky liquid. Youji had made a point of stroking over his entire length, reaching unto his balls, spreading the lube and steadily stroking upwards again until the task was done.

 

Aya slowly drew back, one of his hands securing Youji's hips, the other guiding his own cock. A last look at Youji, who's mouth was half open, his chest raising and falling irregularly, his half open eyes focusing entirely and what he was doing and slowly his cock was invading Youji's body.

 

While the small opening has felt not all that loose to his fingers already it now seemed incredible tight. It took him a moment to deal with the incredible feel of his cock inside a valued team member, hot and breathtaking.

 

Now move. Aya pulled out a little and slowly pushed back inside. And again. Each time he buried himself more in Youji until he finally reached the base and was all the way inside him.

 

He looked up. All the while he had devoted his attention to what he was doing. He looked at Youji and he saw the other man's eyes fixed on the same thing. When Youji looked up their eyes met. Youji's face was flushed, his half open lips a little swollen and finally he gave Aya a little nod.

 

Aya descended on Youji, his hands pressed into the mattress beside Youji's shoulders, supporting his weight. He thrust into Youji, first slowly, but that didn't last for long.

 

He heard his balls slap against Youji's ass and felt how Youji's hips met each thrust. It was deep and hard, and he felt Youji's hands on his ass, pressing him even deeper.

 

He wouldn't be able to take this for long.

 

He slowed down again, but never let go of the intensity. He felt Youji's frustration, when he urged him with his hands to go faster, heard the way Youji's breath caught in his throat.

 

Aya buried his head in Youji's neck and heard Youji's cries of pleasure when he picked up the pace. He drove in deep, hard and fast. The pace he was setting wasn't meant to last long. But he had lost that last bit of control when he heard Youji's response to it, felt how his hands drew him closer, clutched his back as though it was for dear life.

 

The world narrowed down to that tight passage and the need to ram into it, faster and faster, to those hands urging him on, the desperation in Youji's voice.

 

Then, for the first time actually, Aya's hand reached for Youji's cock. It was hot and strong and pulsating. With a hard grip on it he jerked it to the rhythm of his hips.

 

It was just too much. Aya let go of everything and thrust into Youji in a made pace. His moves grew impossible fast and even Youji faded from his thoughts. Just that feeling, he had to chase it had to get it no matter what.

 

He absently noted that the body under him was bucking and the muscles around his cock tightened, while something spilled over his hand.

 

A good handful of thrusts later Aya's own body reached its peak. Spurts of come almost shot out of him and all the urgency he had felt exploded into nothingness.

 

Slowly the world came back to him, but really it was slow enough. When he opened his eyes he saw Youji looking up at him. Still breathing heavily and just the hint of a smile on his lips. He probably smiled a little, too, as uncharacteristic as it was for him.

 

Youji gently pushed him a bit; he understood and rolled off to the side. His heart was still pounding and sweat was running down his body, while his breathing was far from back to normal.

 

Aya grabbed a tissue and cleaned himself, wrapping the used condom into the tissue when he was done. He reached for another tissue to clean off Youji.

 

Slowly regaining his composure Youji watched Aya. When he was done he half rolled over to him, stroked through Aya's sweaty hair and said softly “I'm gonna take a shower”. Youji's hair brushed over Aya's cheek as he whispered into his ear “next time… I'm on top”.

 

Then he got up. He wasn't steady on his feet, yet, but it didn't seem to bother him much. While he left the room he added “You own me one” with a little good-humoured wink. Or at least so Aya thought.

 

Maybe Aya was too caught up in the whole experience, so he missed all the warning signs. But even when he looked back at it now, this was probably the only warning sign there was. And the fact that Youji was there to start with, true. And maybe, just maybe, the entire sex thing…

 

At that moment no alarm clocks went of in Aya's head when he watched Youji - naked as he was - wander from the room. And heard the shower not too much later.

 

For some reason Aya actually believed that Youji would come back after the shower. In fact he was so content in that believe that he fell asleep even as the shower was still on. The last he remembered before he fell asleep, was this really warm feeling that was spreading throughout his entire body. He distantly recalled the scent that was just Youji that was all over his bed, his sheets and him and thinking that he actually liked it this way.

 

Aya didn't know what had possessed him that night. It was so unlike him. The emotional breakdown, letting Youji get so close, actually having sex with him… this was just not the way Aya worked. He had considered the he might've been drugged. However that was something Youji surely wouldn't do. Not for something like that.

 

He knew the man was … unpredictable sometimes, but he was a friend, or at least had been. This whole incident had turned Aya's world upside down. He didn't know what to think anymore.

 

The door opened and Ken strode into the kitchen. At first he didn't even notice Aya sitting at the table. He went straight for the fridge, pulled some soda out of it and opened the can. When he turned to lean against the counter he finally realized he wasn't alone.

 

Just as he was about to take a sip, his eyes caught Aya's and he threw he man disgusted glance. Ken breathed a dry laugh through his nose, shaking his head and turned on the spot.

 

Aya didn't deserve this.

 

Aya really didn't deserve this.

 

Sure he had made a mistake - and he wasn't stupid enough to pretend that sleeping with Youji was just a small mistake - however that one mistake shouldn't backfire on him like this.

 

When Aya had woken up the next morning he felt cold and sticky. First he didn't know why as sleepiness still clouded his thoughts. Then it came all back to him. What he had done last night. What they had done last night.

 

The first few seconds he still debated over if this was good or bad. It may be a bad thing, but then again it felt good and who knew if that wasn't a good thing after all. And then he thought about the Youji he knew. He blinked once more and inhaled sharply.

 

His thoughts were amazingly clear and he was wide awake, as little jolts of panic spread over him. This was most definitely bad. Very bad. Had he only known how bad it was… While the current train of thought was still busy with “team dynamics” he wouldn't have ever imagined the trouble that was actually in store for him.

 

After he had calmed down a bit he decided that it was best to act as though nothing had happened.

 

When he joined the others for breakfast he was met with two tired looking team-mates and one that was grinning like the cat that just caught the birdy.

 

“G'morning” he mumbled at no one in particular. `Just act like nothing happened' he thought as he brushed past Youji, who was greeting him with a “Good morning, sunshine” as Aya reached for his mug. He filled it with tea and joined the others at the table. “Good morning, Youji”

 

“Aw, come on, don't do that”. Youji just didn't stop grinning.

 

Aya raised an eyebrow at him.

 

“You know… act like nothing happened and all.” Youji casually sipped his coffee.

 

Aya gulped down hard. Youji was just teasing, he must've been. Youji just wanted to provoke him a little. It worked. Aya was reaching for words to counter Youji's attack, but as he found none, he simply said nothing and settled for a mild glare. This usually worked. It would shut Youji up.

 

But it didn't.

 

“Aya, we both know you can't just glare this one down”. There was mischief in Youji's eyes.

 

“What did he do? Loose to you in `Soul Calibur' or what?” Ken asked tiredly.

 

“Good question, actually, so what did you do last night?” Youji beamed. This was fun for him.

 

“Whatever it was, leave it be Youji, I'm tired.” Omi yawned “Can we do this `what did you do last night' at dinner instead?”

 

“Oh my, Omi, what was keeping you awake last night?” Youji faked interest.

 

“Well, if you've got to know, Youji, some idiot was making noises last night.” Omi glared at Youji.

 

“Ohh, tell me more, Omi, what kind of noises?”

 

“Hentai. As if you wouldn't know…” Omi's glare intensified.

 

Youji held his hands up in mock defence “Omi, you're glaring at the wrong person… well not entirely…” Youji gave him a sly grin and raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Do you still recall from whose room those… noises… came?”

 

Omi thought for a bit and his eyes widened in shock. His face grew pale and he all but stared at Aya.

 

Ken looked suspiciously from one team-mate to the other. “Did I miss something?”

 

“Yes” the grin on Youji's face seemed to extend the borders of humanly possible. He bent forward, resting on his elbows as he asked “Guess who I fucked with last night?”

 

Aya spat out his tea, his face feeling cold and sweaty as white panic spread through him.

 

“Yes, yes, I sacrificed myself for the good of mankind, to find out if this cold bastard would be good for anything at all” Youji dramatically explained after he had watched Aya's reaction. “What's up Aya, last night you didn't seem to complain about the good ol' Kudou charm?” he innocently asked and then explained to Ken and Omi “He all but ravaged me last night, couldn't get enough of this body, mercilessly gave in and fucked me for all he's worth”.

 

“Fact of the matter is…” continued Youji coolly “that's not much. Aya this hurts me far more than it hurts you but I have to break it down to you: You suck in bed!” and Youji laughed. It wasn't a pleasant laugh. It was cruel and full of hate and still filled with far too much joy, given the circumstances.

 

Omi's eyes were still wide with shock and a blush had crept onto his cheeks. Ken had by now drawn back from the table and stared at Aya with disgust.

 

On impulse Aya got up from the table. This was too much, he simply couldn't take it. He fled up the stairs. On the way Youji had the nerve to grope him “If I had known early you were so cheap Aya, I might've token pity on you sooner, on the other hand if I had known what a shitty lover you are I wouldn't have bothered at all…”

 

When Aya reached the top of the stairs he could still hear Youji laugh and elaborate his side of the experience they had shared.

 

Aya watched as Ken stormed off from the kitchen. This was now rather typical behaviour of his team-mates. While Ken most obviously refused to speak with him or much less be in the same room with him, Omi also tried his best to avoid him, speaking to him only if necessary and always keeping a fair distance to him. While Youji…

 

As if on cue Yohji strode through the door and looked at Aya surprised. “My, my, what do we have here? Don't the other children want to play with you because you reek strange?” Youji mock-pitied him.

 

“Youji, cut it out” He spat back strictly. “We have to talk.”

 

Youji helped himself to a chair and sat down, hands folded in front of his face. “As a matter of fact: we do.”

 

“This,… this can't go on like thi-“

 

“You're right.” Youji rudely interrupted him. “This can't go on. You still owe me one.” Aya's eyes widened in surprise. “..and this time I'll make sure it'll be worth my while.” Youji stated.

 

“What on earth did you expect me to?! To kneel down to the great Kudou Youji and kindly ask for him to take as much advantage as he pleases, until at least he had compensated for the so obviously wasted night?!” Aya was furious.

 

“Something like that, less sarcasm, of course” Youji replied coolly and got off from the chair again. “However for that it's far too late now” he dangerously added “You may not exactly like what will come to you… no… you… before long you'll be begging for more… such a cheap whore you are.”

 

With that Youji left the room and left Aya to think this all over. One thing was for sure by now, Youji was definitely an asshole and had betrayed him in one of the most personal ways possible. Aya was hurt. And it was his own damn fault.

 

Aya wasn't sure about this `you owe me stuff', though. Was it just another prank or was Youji really… ? Surely not. That would've been too much. Aya felt horrible already, so what was the point? What were Youji's intentions?

 

It wasn't long before Aya got his answer.

 

In the afternoon Youji and Aya had the evening shift together. It was nothing special, really. And it started out harmless enough. Despite everything they worked well together.

 

Around four there weren't any costumers in the shop. Especially in this season there were rarely any. People were either still at work or already made their purchase earlier.

 

“Well then, let's get it over with” Youji stated matter-of fact as he approached Aya. First he was extremely irritated, until he realized what Youji was up to.

 

Aya's eyes widened in shock as Youji rather roughly grabbed his ass and directly after that reached onto Aya's front and took care of his fly.

 

“Youji!” Aya protested.

 

“What?” the deadpan answer didn't exactly leave room for discussion.

 

Aya broke free from Youji's grasp. He had definitely over-done it. He had respected the man, would've even gone so far as to call him a friend, but this was simply too much.

 

Still over-whelmed by the shock Aya blindly rushed forward. He wouldn't be treated like that, not by Youji and not by anybody.

 

His attack - headless as it was - was dodged easily by Youji, who laughed out loud and then abruptly jumped up to attack. Aya's body was flying into the counter, the edge biting into his back. Next thing he knew was a slap to his face. Youji clutched Aya's chin in his hand and spat out “Don't ever try something like that again” his eyes were dangerous and obviously meant business. “You should be thankful, but instead… Come on Aya, you can't be serious” Another slap was delivered.

 

“And now” a hard punch landed in his stomach and Aya sunk down to his knees. Youji grabbed his head and pushed it into his groin. Youji pulled out his already half-erect cock. “One bite and I'll cut your head off”

 

Aya was confused. And - as hard as that was to admit - he was afraid. He could try to break free, and if he hadn't been that intimidated he would've realized, that he had quite a good chance. However he was intimidated and irritated. So he hesitated and after Youji had pulled his head rather roughly towards his cock he decided that there was not much he could actually do.

 

He hesitantly started licking up and down Youji's shaft, which earned him another slap to the face. “What are you, a fourteen year old girl? Shit Aya, I thought at least you knew how to suck if nothing else…”

 

His head was violently yanked onto Youji's cock. He took it in his mouth and decided to give it his best effort. His tongue stroked the underside of Youji's cock while he was sucking earnestly. He felt the thing grow remarkably in his mouth and it wasn't long before he could only get a bit past the tip before he had to draw back.

 

In advance he let his hand stroke up and down the rest of the shaft, while his other hand was fondling Youji's balls.

 

It didn't take long until Youji took hold of his head and violently thrust into his mouth. He was fast and going in too deep.

 

On impulse Aya tried to shove Youji back, chocking on his dick, and when the thing was out coughed heavily.

 

He never saw the blow coming, until Youji's foot connected with his chin and Aya was landing on the floor.

 

“You worthless piece of junk!” Youji cursed out. “My God, Aya, what should I do with you... hell, what can I even do with you?!” another kick was delivered to Aya's ribs.

 

Youji was towering over Aya, his cock standing out proudly, precum leaking from the tip. “What a failure you are! Look at you. You can't fuck, you can't even suck properly,… “

 

Youji shook his head, as he reached for Aya's jeans and pulled him up a little. Aya tried to defend himself, but his attempts were not only in vain but answered with more kicks.

 

Helpless Aya watched, as Youji pulled down his jeans and pants, spat into his hand, and roughly inserted a finger in him.

 

“Don't disappoint me this time Aya, God knows what I'll have to do then” The words - as cruel and shattering as they were, Aya only registered them as a side-note, pain, hot and liquid was spreading from his ass throughout his body.

 

“Come on Aya, you're not serious, are you!? You're so lose, I sure hope this will feel better for my dick!” Youji drew his hand back and dragged Aya across the floor of the flower-shop. Aya was too distracted by the pain that was slowly fading in intensity. His eyes were shut tightly.

 

When his body was lifted and he felt something cool against his chest he became suspicious. He opened his eyes and felt panic built inside of him. Youji had thrown Aya over the edge of a chair, one of those with just a metal frame. His arms were dangling from his sides, while his ass was held up tightly.

 

The most horrifying however was that this was not somewhere behind the counter or in the cool room but in the middle of the store. Everyone who passed by could clearly see what was going on through the door and the display windows of the shop.

 

He heard a dry laugh from behind him. “Shit Aya, you're really fucked up! To be turned on by this!” he briefly wondered how in the hell Youji had gotten that idea until he felt Youji's hand roughly grab his limp cock.

 

Youji's grip was far too tight and it hurt. Youji started pumping his shaft hard and rough, and despite it all he felt himself grow harder. Little jolts of pleasure mixed in with the pain and embarrassment. Youji laughed. “You are such a dirty slut Aya…”

 

A hard slap landed on his ass and he heard Youji spit in his hand once more. A business man walked by the store and tried his best to ignore what was going on.

 

“Enough foreplay for such a worthless piece of trash” Youji announced and thrust inside.

 

Pain.

 

While Aya had done his best to not make a sound, his cry now was loud and desperate. The pain was blinding and consumed everything else. He wanted to get away from it, he wanted to cry and it should end, now, but there was nothing he could do.

 

After a moment he heard Youji laugh. “See, this bitch likes it like that, he wants to be fucked just like this…” Youji shouted at the man that was now staring at the two of them. Youji had not moved and the pain faded only the slightest bit. Distantly Aya noted how tears ran down his cheeks. His face was hot and his nose was running and as much as he tried he couldn't stop the stream of cries coming out of his mouth.

 

“… such a rotten piece of junk…” Youji started to move. Not fast but deep. The pain multiplied, and it felt as though his inside was tearing apart.

 

The man was still staring at them, mainly in disbelieve. Youji was pushing in again and again. Aya's hands had clutched the chair for support, he didn't even notice.

 

Slowly, ever so slowly, the pain decreased. Youji's hand was still stroking his cock, with was almost entirely limp now, but as the pain faded more and more pleasure went into the mix.

 

“God, would you at least tighten a little?” Youji pushed in harder, hitting just the right sport that would normally send wonderful sensations up Aya's spine, however right now it did nothing but increase the pain.

 

“Hey, this really feels like crap, for such a whore, I expected at least a little more… would you jump in for me?”

 

Finally the businessman in front of the store spat on the floor, shook his head and left. Aya imagined what the man must've seen. His body naked, leaning over the chair, clutching it tightly, his cock exposed and meanwhile stroked to full length, his face flushed and liquids running all over it, while Youji still fully dressed slammed inside him, mocking and insulting him all the while.

 

He had felt furious before, he had felt helpless before but he never felt so embarrassed, had never felt so dirty before.

 

Youji's movement grew fast, almost frenetic. The pleasure broke the layer of pain and hurt open and in a swirl took everything with it, racing towards the peak. Everything mixed in with it, pain, embarrassment, fury, betrayal, it didn't matter - right now there was no difference between them.

 

A good friend of his had seduced, betrayed, mocked, and hurt him, went even so far as to violently fuck him in the middle of their shop in the middle of the day, even inviting strangers over to join in and Aya was about to come from it all.

 

The pace was mad and Youji groaned out loud, thrusting in once more hard and deep. He then leaned on Aya's back, with his outstretched arms, pressing Aya's chest further into the sharp edge of the chair. For a minute or so Youji simply stayed that way, panting heavily.

 

“Shit, Aya, this was really the crappiest fuck I had in my life… next time you'll have to try harder.” Youji finally said, as he pulled out and pushed Aya off the chair, onto the floor.

 

Still not having caught his breath he added “at least you had your fun, huh?” Youji's shoe touched Aya's naked cock, while Youji leaned against the counter. “What on earth have I gotten myself into?”

 

Aya couldn't speak. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but it was blinding and hot, almost choking him.

 

“Do it yourself… “ Youji ordered.

 

Aya just stared at him in disbelieve. Wasn't it enough already?

 

“Come on, I want a little fun, too” Youji said annoyed. “You know you want to… come on, give me a show”.

 

The heat tightened in his throat, and absolutely despite himself Aya sat back against the counter, his legs spread, leaving a trail of milky liquid on the floor, which was oozing from his entrance. His hand travelled onto his cock.

 

Aya was still staring at Youji in disbelief, as he started stroking himself, closing his eyes, trying to block out everything.

 

“Look at me bitch.” Youji snared and spat onto Aya's face. “And finally get over with it, will you?”

 

It was too much, simply put. When Aya looked at Youji now it felt as though he was naked, not only his body, but he himself. It was as though Youji had broken away every shield and every layer of protection and now all there was to Aya could be read in his eyes.

 

Youji was eyeing him with disgust as Aya stroked his cock earnestly. It didn't take long until another cry escaped Aya and all the tension was released.

 

Aya never came so hard his entire life.

 

While regaining his grip on reality it took him a while to realize that Youji's cock was hard again.

 

Then there was this beeping… loud and annoying it cut through the air.

 

Aya opened his eyes and shut off the alarm clock. He blinked several times. It was dark. He was feeling sticky all over; cold sweat still ran down his back.

 

While the reality of the dream still lingered in the back of his mind he distantly noted, that it was just that - a dream. Small scenes from it flashed in front of his eyes. He never, ever had such a weird dream before.

 

It was weird and unrealistic and more than anything else entirely uncalled for.

 

He was in his room. It was morning. He was to open the flower-shop in three hours. It was still dark outside; you could hear a couple of birds. That was a dream, it was not real.

 

The erection that was lifting his blanket remarkably, as if to mock him, however, it was very real…

 

~*~

 

Author's note:

A big thank you to everyone who took the time to review the story! ^.^

 

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