Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Falling ❯ Delays ( Chapter 3 )

Falling

Fan fic by: Omni-sama

Part 3: “Delays”

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Ratings, disclaimer, etc. found in first chapter

NOTE: Aya (Ran) POV.

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You make too much noise when you get home, and I'm startled awake to the sounds of your door closing. A quick glance at the clock tells me that you're home a little earlier than usual, but still late enough for everyone to be asleep by now. I wonder if you came home alone this time…

 

Never mind. I can hear you and your lover d' jour playing around on the bed. Not to mention the moaning, of course. Wait, what's this? Another man, Yohji? So that's two I've heard you with now. At least this may be enough to confirm that the last time wasn't some one-time thing caused by too much alcohol or something. You seem to really prefer both. That's good to know. You should start bringing the men over more than the girls, though. I hate the sounds women make when you fuck them…so annoying.

 

“Ran…”

 

That was your voice. Moaning my name. My real name. What the hell is going on? Maybe it was just my imagination…yes, that's it.

 

“Yes, Yohji… God, you feel so fucking good…” Even muffled by the wall, I can still hear you two clearly. I glance at the vent and realize it's fully open. Belatedly, I also realize that your partner isn't objecting to being called Ran… Which could only mean that his name is Ran…

 

“Ran! Please…Ran…want you… Want you, Ran…”

 

Oh God… This is too much. To hear you call my name like that…to hear you beg me like that. It's not really me in there, but God how I wish it was. I'd give you what you want and more. So much more. I'd fuck you better than that imposter in there. I'd fuck you better than anyone you've ever had. I'd make you want me even more, never able to get enough of me. It's been too goddamn long since I've gotten any, and you have no idea what I can do.

 

You keep calling my name, and each time he moans something, I pretend it's me moaning it to you instead. Closing my eyes, I wrap my fingers around my cock and stroke myself as I picture what you'd look like under me. You're providing the perfect soundtrack to my mental movie. It's amazingly vivid now… It was never so clear before…so perfect… Even though I always thought it was perfect… No, this time it's even more perfect… More perfect that perfect. And I know I'm not making any sense, but who can when you're calling my name out like that and I'm pounding into you as hard as I fucking can?

 

As he cries out your name one last time, I feel my cock pulse and empty itself on my stomach. That was…incredible. I wonder if you have any idea that we just had a strange sort of three-way… Of course you don't. You think I still don't even know that you like guys. You think I still don't know that you like me. But tonight clenched it. He and I may share the same name, but it was my name that you were calling out. I could tell. You've never used that kind of voice with any of your other fucks. None of the women, and not even with that man you had here before.

 

Not even with Neu, when she was here…

 

Eventually, I gather enough strength to get up and clean myself off with the shirt I wore today. You two are talking softly about something, though I don't see what the point is to whispering now. As I head back to bed, I hear you leave with him in order to walk him out. I wait until I hear you enter your room again and settle back in bed before I attempt to get back to sleep myself.

 

*****

 

Your startled cry is my alarm clock this morning. But at least it wasn't her name this time. That's always more disturbing, for some reason… Anyway, I suppose I should get up and get ready for work. As last night's events come back to me, I feel myself smirk while getting my clothes together. You want me. Well, if you want me, you're going to get me. And I'm going to get you. You won't have any more need for substitutions.

 

I hear you leave for the bathroom and allow you to take a shower first. I'll just sit here and think about how I'm going to go about things. Perhaps the direct approach? “Hello, Yohji. Nice morning, yes? Would you like to fuck?” No… Frowning, I shake my head and think some more. Nothing too subtle, though. But nothing too direct, either… It has to be somewhere between. Well…maybe leaning more towards direct. I'm tired of dancing around each other. Really fucking tired of it.

 

Ah, you're out of the shower now and back in your room to get dressed. A quick shower of my own, pull on the clothes I picked out, and I'm on my way downstairs to face my new challenge. I make it down in time to nearly collide with Omi as he runs from the kitchen. When he looks up to see that it's me, his cheeks turn the brightest red I think I've ever seen them, and he looks quickly away.

 

“Sorry, Aya-kun! I was just on my way to get the first aid kit. Yohji had an accident and hurt his hand.” Before I can ask how you hurt your hand, he's gone. Was it just me, or did he seem a bit nervous?...

 

Speaking of nervous… You look positively frightened as you stand there by the sink, and I don't think it has anything to do with your hand. Speaking of which… “Yohji, is something wrong with your hand?” Well, I know something's wrong...the real question should have been what.

 

You jump a little and turn to face me. I haven't even entered the kitchen fully yet, and you seem terrified. Just what exactly have I done to make everyone so afraid of me today? Well, Omi wasn't really afraid—just nervous. Oh… Oh wait… Did he hear you last night and think it was me that was with you? It was my name, after all… And, did he tell you that he heard, and that's why you're afraid? Because if he heard, of course I would hear. And of course you would be afraid. What would Aya do if he found out you wanted him like that? Surely he'd gut you, right?

 

I'm feeling very devious in light of my reasoning. I can use this. But first…you still haven't explained what happened to your hand. So, I slowly head over to you, taking my time to enjoy the view. You probably don't know this, but I love that shirt. The deep green makes your eyes look amazing. Maybe I'll tell you sometime… Right now I'm more concerned about your injury. “Let me see your hand. What happened?” I take your arm and pull the hand out from under the water, examining it. It looks red, like a heat burn of some sort. My eyes flick to the coffee that's covering the counter and dripping to the floor. Ah. I see. “You spilled scalding hot coffee all over your hand? Yohji, you need to be more careful. You need to have full use of your hands.” Because it really would be a pity if you couldn't touch me like I want you to during our first time together…

 

“Don't worry,” you reply as if in a slight daze. I don't think you understand why I'm acting so concerned, or why I haven't killed you yet. Patience, Yohji…all will be revealed in due time. “After applying some ointment and taking it easy, I should be more than ok to use my wire by the next time I need to.”

 

I almost want to laugh. You think I'm concerned for Weiß and your ability to work. Silly boy. “I don't just mean for fighting, Yotan.” Hopefully that'll give you a clue. Please note not only the innuendo, but also the use of your nickname. I never use your nickname. You know that. So, you should also know how significant it is.

 

“Aya?” Damn you're cute when you're utterly confused. But I don't think you should keep calling me by that name… Hmm… Yes, I think it might be time to change things a bit. Attempting to maintain a casual air, I retrieve some juice for myself while I express my thoughts on perhaps taking up my real name again. You seem rather stunned and speechless. Not to mention terrified once again. You still think this has something to do with last night, don't you? Well, I suppose you're partly right. It finally gave me the guts to do what I should have done a long time ago.

 

“What do you think, Yohji?” Would you rather call me Ran? Hell, you can call me anything you want to just as long as I'm the next one who gets to share your bed. And now you're stuttering my name in a most un-Yohji-like fashion. Oh my… Have I really managed to make the great Kudou Yohji flustered? But you seemed to have gotten something a little mixed up in your flustered state… I said I wasn't going to go by the name you just called me anymore. No… “Call me Ran.”

 

You gulp, lick your lips, and then test out the name on your tongue. As if you hadn't had plenty of practice saying it last night… Suddenly I'm not thirsty for juice anymore. Not that I really was to begin with… I approach you again and set the bottle on the counter, safely beyond the spilt coffee. Like a deer in the headlights, you don't seem to be able to move or look away. Perfect.

 

“Something wrong, Yotan?” I close in on you, taking advantage of your confusion and fear. There really is no need to worry, though—I won't harm you. I plan to take very, very good care of you.

 

“Who are you and what have you done with Aya-er-Ran? The real Ran?” Another good thing about your current state is that you don't seem to notice the pain in your hand anymore. I manage to back you up against the counter, and you reach back to grip the edge as if it will protect you. But you've left your front completely vulnerable. Tactical error on your part, or does some part of you know what I'm really after?

 

“I am the real Ran.” It's that man you were with last night that's the imposter. You let him touch you and fuck you when you really wanted me. So why are you acting so hesitant now that I'm showing you that you can have me? Hm…most likely because you still think I'm mad at you or some nonsense. Well, I'll just have to dispel that notion, won't I?

 

Placing a hand on the counter to either side of you, I effectively pin you there. You look so confused I almost want to laugh. One would almost think our roles have been switched. You're supposed to be the confident playboy making moves on the unsure target. Where is that confidence you have that is both annoying and alluring? Where is it hiding? Maybe it's still asleep. In that case, perhaps I should help wake it up… Your lips are so close. So fucking close. If I just lean in a little more…just a little…more…

 

A crash from the door causes your body to jerk against mine and the counter, and I turn to glare at the distraction in anger. I was so close, dammit! But now Omi's standing in the doorway, the first aid kit having been the thing that crashed to the floor. His eyes are wide and he's blushing redder than my hair. Words of apology stammer from his mouth, but I don't care enough to listen. I look back to you, keeping my body firmly pressed against yours to keep you pinned. This interruption will not stop me from getting what I want. While Omi's still rambling, you open your mouth to ramble, too. Something to Omi about how it's not what it looks like, that you and I aren't together, and other things I don't really want to hear. I want you to shut up. And, what better way to silence you than with my own mouth?

 

Finally! Having caught your mouth mid-word, it was open enough to slip my tongue in. And oh God… If I wake up right now I swear I'm going to kill someone. Even if you're too stunned at first to respond, I'm just ecstatic about finally doing something I've always wanted to do. But it's not the only thing I want to do with you…so you better start responding. Seems Omi was stunned, too. The room has fallen blissfully silent. Now, maybe if I keep licking and nibbling and kissing at your mouth, you'll finally snap out of it and do something.

 

Hello. Seems something's up for responding to the kiss, at least. Impressive. I may have spent a great deal of time staring at your crotch, but I don't think I've ever seen you aroused before. It's good to know it's not all boasting. I wonder what else it is you brag about that's true. Oh! Ooohhh….fuck… And your mouth seems to have woken up as well. Damn… I can check off your kissing ability as something else that's not just bragging. No wonder your lovers can never get enough of you.

 

“Omi, why are you standing in the—HolyshitAyaYohjiwhatthefuck!?”

 

You're like a skittish animal, I swear. Just when you start to come out of hiding, a loud noise sends you fleeing again. I hear myself growl as I turn to glare at Ken. There was no need to end the kiss so soon. He. Will. Pay.

 

It seems he was able to pick up by my expression that his life is in danger, because he turns ghost pale and lets off a very undignified meep before turning and running for his life. Without thinking, I run after him. If only I had my katana! Goddammit! I don't care if it was the kitchen, I would have fucked you right then and there! If it wasn't for Ken, I—… I shuffle to a stop at the bottom of the stairs just as I hear Ken's door slam shut. Maybe it was for the best that he interrupted us… I don't think I want my first time with you to be rushed and against a counter. We could save that for another time, perhaps. When no one is home.

 

When I return to the kitchen, I find you sitting silently at the table while rubbing ointment on your hand. Omi's packing up the rest of the first aid kit, but quickly finishes up when he sees I've returned. With the excuse of going to get the store ready to open, he flees the scene and leaves you and me alone in this rather awkward silence. Though I don't see why it has to be so awkward. I also don't understand why you're just sitting there, staring silently at your hand. Have I offended you? I thought you wanted this… Perhaps I read the signals wrong. No…no, I didn't. You wouldn't have gotten hard if you didn't want me. You wouldn't have returned the kiss if you didn't want me. So what's the problem now?

 

“What the hell is going on?” you ask. I think that's my line. I thought I had made my intentions clear, thought that you had similar intentions…so what the hell is going on?

 

With a sigh, I take a seat beside you at the table. “I thought that was obvious.”

 

I can't tell if you're watching me or not from beneath the fall of your hair. Damn, I hate it when you do that… Why can't you lift your head so I can look you in the eye while we're talking? I'd much prefer that. I see my hand reach out and tuck your hair back without even realizing I've moved it. The action startles me a little, but not nearly as much as it startles you.

 

“See? This. What is this? Why are you… What the fuck, Aya…or…Ran…and… Goddammit, I'm confused! Is this because of last night?”

 

Ah. So you're so desperately confused that you're even willing to bring up last night and potentially incriminate yourself in case I may not have heard. Or further incriminate yourself incase I had…

 

“Partly,” I respond, trying to think of how to phrase things. You look sufficiently troubled by that answer. “But not for the reasons you think it is,” is my quick attempt to calm you while I try to come up with a better explanation.

 

“Then…what? What reasons? And the kiss...why the hell did you kiss me?”

 

“Did you not like it?” Don't lie to me, Yohji. I know you liked it. I know you loved it.

 

“It's not that I didn't like it… I just… You're probably the last person I'd expect to kiss me, let alone kiss me like that.” For a moment your eyes meet mine, and then you look back at your hand. “Are you trying to humiliate me? Make fun of me or something? Obviously you know what happened last night…is this a way to get back at me?”

 

“Get back at you?” I'm the one who's more confused now, I think. Or…equally confused. Why would I try to get back at you? “All you did was bring a man home.”

 

“Don't fuck around with me here, Fujimiya!” You stand up, obviously angry, and I'm a bit startled by both the action and the use of my family name. This wasn't how I wanted things to go at all. “You know damn well it was more than that!”

 

More than that? “Why? Because of his name?”

 

“So I want you! So what? Is that any reason to treat me like this? I knew you could be cruel, but this is fucking low.” You turn away and grab a dish cloth in order to wipe up the coffee. That's how you are…focus on something else in order to take your mind off of unwanted things.

 

“You're an idiot,” I hear myself whisper. I don't know if it's to you or to me… Possibly both. Either way, you hear it and assume it's fully directed at you. Turning, you glare at me and throw the cloth down.

 

“Yeah, so what if I am?”

 

This can't continue like this. If it does, I might never get the chance to kiss you again, let alone be with you like we both want us to be together. Because we do both want it. We do. And to lose that now due to misunderstanding and arguing… We'd be even bigger idiots than we already are. I don't think I can think of the right words to say to diffuse the situation, however. So, instead I'll use actions… Hopefully this time they won't be taken the wrong way.

 

You take a step back as I stand up and walk towards you. Then, as if driven by your hurt and anger, you stand your ground and even shift into a better stance in case this comes down to blows. I fight back a smirk as I consider just what kind of blows I wouldn't mind this coming down to. No, if I smirk now, it would probably not help the situation… I take a deep breath and reach up to start unbuttoning my own shirt, keeping my eyes locked on yours. Not expecting me to do that, your eyes widen but your body remains tense. Once my shirt is fully unbuttoned, I let it fall open and step slowly closer to you. I'm going to touch you now…please don't freak out.

 

When my hand touches your uninjured one, you don't attack me or pull away. Good. I bring your hand to my chest and lay your palm against my skin. Just when I thought your eyes couldn't get any wider… This time, I can't hold back the smile playing at my lips. You're just too damn cute for your own good sometimes.

 

“What are you doing?” Your voice is barely a whisper, and your confusion is obviously growing.

 

Stepping closer still, I lay my own hand against your still clothed chest, slowly running it over the curves of muscle hidden beneath the fabric. So perfect. And soon it'll be mine to touch and taste… Hopefully. If I can manage to convince you that my intentions are pure. Or…well…not pure, but…not cruel. Your expression still shows confusion, but your hand evidently knows what to do. It explores my chest and even moves lower to feel my abs as well. Desire is starting to take over, I can tell. After all, I'm offering what you want on a silver platter. That's right, Yohji… You're free to touch me, kiss me, fuck me… Please understand that. I haven't killed you over what happened last night because I want you, too. How can I make you understand that? Maybe if I confess what I did last night, as well… After all, you confessed to me, so it would only be fair. Hell, I'll give it a try.

 

“You know, Yohji…” I find a nipple and decide to play with it through the fabric of your shirt as I continue, “Last night…when I heard you two together…” No, don't tense back up. I was just starting to get you to relax. “I imagined that it was me. That I was the one doing that to you.” My cheeks feel a little warm and my eyes lower to watch my hand on your chest as a shyness that I didn't have earlier suddenly assaults me. But I need to tell you about it. For some reason, it just feels like I need to… Otherwise, I could lose this chance. So come on, Ran…finish saying what you were going to say! “I…never came so hard.” You know, I hadn't noticed you stopped breathing until just now, when you gasp a little. “So, it's alright if you were using him to pretend that you were with me, because I was using him to pretend I was with you, too. But… You don't need to do that.”

 

Your hand stops exploring and grasps my hip. For some reason I feel afraid to look up at your face and see what your reaction is. My hand against your dark green shirt continues to provide a wonderful focal point, anyway. God, you're so deliciously toned… “Ran,” you finally say to break the silence that fell after my last words. I still can't look at you, though. “Why didn't you ever say anything, then? I mean…shit, this is sort of coming out of nowhere…”

 

“No it isn't. I've wanted you for years.” And why did I just tell you that? Goddammit, I let myself get a little vocal, and I can't seem to dam it back up again…

 

“Years? Fuck… Like I said, why didn't you ever say anything?” At least you're calmer now. And relaxed. But I feel myself tensing up a little. Huh. Maybe all your fear and nervousness just transferred to me.

 

“How exactly was I supposed to go about telling you? Especially when you attempt to make yourself appear so straight in front of us. Even after I heard you with that one guy before, I—”

 

“Whoa whoa, what? What other guy before? You heard that?! You never acted like you heard anything the next day!” Oh, that's right. I forgot that you didn't know that I already knew…

 

“I usually hear you when you bring people home, Yohji. Your headboard is up against the wall that connects our rooms, after all…” Glancing up, I watch as you blush and look away. Maybe it never really occurred to you before. But you look more than embarrassed… Guilty? Sorry?

 

“I didn't know. I… Shit, if I'd known that you could hear me, I'd never take them home. We'd go somewhere else… I mean…” You sigh and run your hand through your hair. Your free hand. The other one is still holding my hip. I like that. A lot.

 

“It doesn't matter. Yohji, back to the topic at hand, yes?” Please. Because as soon as we get this sorted out, we can get to the good part. Screw the fact that we're supposed to go to work this morning… I think you and I will just have to use a sick day.

 

“The topic at hand. Yes.” You stop looking away and our eyes meet again. For the first time this morning I see you smile. It's one of the smiles that I actually like. Not the “I'm smiling to make you think I'm not as depressed as I really am” smile that you sport far too often… It's a real smile. It makes me smile in return. You seem to like that, because your smile grows. God, you're so fucking hot… “So, you want me?” As if you had to ask by now!

 

“Yes.” And now, dammit.

 

“You've wanted me for years?” Now there's almost a smirk quality to the smile, but your eyes are still gleaming in the same way.

 

“Yes.” I thought we went over that part…

 

“As in you want to fuck me?” Your other hand moves to my free hip and I let you pull me closer. Alright, I like where this is going…

 

“Yes.” And now, dammit…

 

“As in you want to be fucked by me?” I feel your hands slide back from my hips to cup my ass. Finally, someone's catching on… About damn time.

 

“Yes.” Both options sound fine to me. Whichever you wish to do first.

 

“So why aren't we in a bed, again?” You're grinning, and I'm torn between laughing and scowling. If I'd had it my way, we'd already have gone off to one of our rooms right after that kiss. But damn if I can't stay frustrated with you!

 

“Because you have an assignment.” That wasn't my voice. We both turn towards the speaker, and I feel your body go tense again. Your hands move from my ass to the small of my back, but at least you don't pull away. Birman is standing in the doorway, folders in hand, as Omi stands behind her with a rather embarrassed expression on his face. What is she doing here now? Usually our missions aren't brought to us until after the shop closes… She clears her throat and has the decency to blush a little as she notices that we don't plan to let each other go for the time being. Her face and stance remain calm and professional, however. I must say, it takes quite a bit of discipline to maintain that level of composure. “Please join us in the mission room, gentlemen.” As she turns to leave, she pauses and looks to Omi in order to ask about Ken's whereabouts. Omi quickly runs off to fetch Ken as Birman heads towards the mission room. I suppose that means we can't call in sick today. Damn.

 

Reluctantly, I move out of your arms. Or at least try to. Suddenly I feel myself pressed against you as you give me a rather firm embrace. “We'll continue this after the meeting,” you whisper into my ear. I pull back enough to look at you, and—Oh! God… I could get drunk on your kisses, you know…

 

Eventually we manage to let each other go, I managed to get my shirt closed again, and we head down to meet up with the others. Ken's sitting in the arm chair, doing his best not to look at you or me, and Omi's sitting on the couch. You look at the seat available beside Omi, pause, then walk over to join me where I stand against the wall. Birman, having waited patiently for us to join them, opens up a folder and starts explaining our mission. Evidently this time our target is a group of men who get together in order to pick up orphans and runaways, molest them, then murder them. While I know that what they are doing is bad, I really don't care so much about why we should kill them. I'm more interested in who exactly they are, where I can find them, and when Kritiker wants them dead. Finally she explains that it's three men, gives their names and shows us photos. A leak—which she explains has been discovered and taken care of—tipped them off about being hunted. Even so, Kritiker managed to track them all down. For some reason two fled to Kyoto and one went to Wakkanai.

 

I feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach, made worse when she turns her eyes towards you. “Kudou, you and Tsukiyono will be leaving for Wakkanai in two hours. Fujimiya and Hidaka will take care of the ones in Kyoto.” Out of the corner of my eye, I can see you frown. You don't object, though.

 

“Why split up?” I hear myself ask, narrowing my eyes on Birman.

 

“That way we can get it all finished with sooner. Every day we waste on this is a day they could be using to do more harm.” She narrows her eyes right back at me, daring me to object further. I won't, though. At least not out loud.

 

Without anyone having any further questions, she leaves us with the folders containing all the information we'll need, including plane tickets for you and Omi. Wakkanai… The northernmost city in Japan. Why the hell did he have to go there? Why not Osaka? Or better yet, why didn't he join his buddies down in Kyoto? Maybe he's planning on trying to escape to Russia…

 

Pushing off the wall, I start to head towards the coffee table to retrieve my folder, but you catch my hand. Without saying a word, you lead me to the stairs and up towards our rooms. Are you still planning to continue things? But you and Omi don't have much time… You should be getting your stuff together and leaving for the airport. Ken and I should be packing as well… But I'm not going to voice any of this. In all honesty, I don't give a fuck about the mission right now.

 

It's your room you take us to, but you stop leading me anywhere once we've both crossed the threshold and the door is closed. Instead, you turn to face me, reaching up to run your fingers through my hair. That feels good. You're more than welcome to do that again in the future…however many times you want.

 

“You won't change your mind, will you?”

 

What? I open my eyes to look at you, wondering what you meant. Heh…I don't even remember closing them… “What do you mean? Change my mind about what?”

 

“About wanting me.” Ah. I see.

 

“No, I won't. Will you?” I know you can be a fickle man, but I don't really think you'd lose interest quite that easily. You smile and shake your head, pulling me to you for another embrace, though this one isn't as tight as the one in the kitchen was.

 

“It almost feels like someone is playing a joke on us. I mean, we finally get to have each other, only to be split up before we can do anything about it.”

 

You shouldn't be so melodramatic. “It's not like this is forever. It'll be a couple of days at most. Why are you getting so worked up over it?”

 

“Can't help it,” you smile, “It's like unwrapping a toy at Christmas and being told that you can't play with it.”

 

Hmph. “I'm not a toy.”

 

You laugh. I should be mad at that, but I feel myself smiling a little instead. “No. No, you aren't.” Now I know I'm smiling.

 

“Alright, enough of this. Let's stop acting like high school girls and go kill people.” You laugh again, probably amused as much by the fact that I can make a joke as you are about the joke's contents.

 

When your laughter dies down, your expression almost instantly shifts to a leer and I can feel your hands gripping my ass again. How did they get there…? “Don't I at least get a taste?”

 

Oh, I'd like to. But… “We don't have time.”

 

The leer morphs into a pout. “You won't even let me suck you off?” I open my mouth to respond to that, but am surprised to see that it's currently unable to produce sound. But surely you're joking. You wouldn't just ask me that plain and simple like that, would…you… What's that expression supposed to be? You look like a wolf. A grinning, triumphant wolf. And just what are you so triumphant about? It's not like I agreed to your request or any—Ow.

 

When did we get to the bed? And how did I end up laying on it? What are you…Oh God. How long has it been since someone else has stroked me? Too long…much too long. That feels good. Yes, just like that… No no…harder…squeeze a little harder… Yeah…that's it. Is that…your tongue? When did I close my eyes again?... Opening them, I look down to watch as you lick the head of my cock. You. You're licking...the… And this is real, right? This isn't another fantasy? No, it can't be a fantasy. If it was a fantasy, we'd have more time to have fun…

 

And now your mouth! Jesus fucking Christ! Mark off blowjobs as something else that isn't just bragging. Although…I don't think you ever bragged about giving good head, before… Well…mark it off anyway. Nn. And the stroking while you simultaneously suck me…that's… I always did love that… Fuck…do that thing with your tongue again…please… Yes. That thing. That thing right there. Again.

 

My mind's shutting down, diverting all blood flow elsewhere. All I'm aware of are the sensations you send through my body. And they keep getting greater and greater until it all becomes too much. Release slams into me, blindsiding me and stealing my breath. Distantly I'm aware of my hips lifting themselves off the bed and the feel of your mouth still on me as I come.

 

When the world finally comes back into focus, I see you leaning over me with a huge grin on your face. I don't know what you're smiling about, I'm the one who just had the incredible orgasm. My hand wanders into my view and I watch as it lifts up to reach for you. That's odd…I don't recall telling it to do that… Your soft chuckle distracts me from worrying about my hand's independence, and watch instead how you welcome my touch and lean into it. I wish there wasn't a mission to prepare for right now.

 

…Shit. That's right… The mission.

 

“I know what you're thinking, so don't say anything. Just rest for a moment and let me sit here with you. I promise I'll get up and get ready for the mission in a few minutes.” Since when did you have telepathic abilities? And why didn't you use them in the kitchen earlier when they'd have been useful? Ah well… In any case, I'll just do what you suggested.

 

Just as you start to lie down beside me, however, a loud knock comes from the door. “Balinese, we leave in twenty!” Bombay mode already? Well, there's no use arguing once he's that way. I wouldn't even want to try…he can be a bit scary.

 

I'm guessing you agree, since you sigh and shake your head while muttering “No helping it…” After you get up, I manage to pull myself up as well. You're over at your dresser trying to figure out what you'll need to bring besides your mission clothes, so I take the time to tuck myself back in, zip up, and attempt to make myself presentable. As soon as I start for the door, you're in front of me, wrapping your arms around me. Yohji, I can't leave if you do that…and I need to get ready, too.

 

“Let's try to get this finished with as soon as we can, yeah?” Your lips find my neck and I find that my arms suddenly reach up to wrap around you. Of course the action doesn't escape your attention, either, and I feel you smile against my neck. “The sooner we get finished, the sooner we can come back here and play.” It's not fair to kiss and lick at my neck like that. We're supposed to be getting ready now…stop distracting me! “You know, Ran… You can let go, now. We have to go get ready.” What? And dammit…why do my eyes keep closing without my realizing it? Opening my eyes, I see that you've actually stopped holding me, but my arms are still wrapped around you. Your mouth is still next to my neck, though. That's what distracted me. Still…

 

“Shut up, Yohji.” I attempt to glare at you like I used to, but I know it fails. You're grinning like an idiot. To the sound of your soft chuckling, I release you then head out the door. Once I'm in my own room and working on packing, I feel myself grin. I don't grin. It's just not me. But now I am. It's a strange sensation… And it's all your fault.

 

Ken's waiting for me outside my door once I'm packed and ready to go. He keeps his gaze on the floor as he asks me if I'm ready. I give a “Hn” and walk past him towards the stairs. We walk to my car in awkward silence, and it's only once we're on the highway towards Kyoto that Ken decides to break that silence.

 

“I'm sorry about earlier… About walking in on you and Yohji um…but…Omi was there, too…and…why were you making out in the kitchen? And… I didn't even know you liked guys. Or that Yohji liked guys. Not to say that it's a bad thing! It's ok! It's fine if you like guys! I mean, some people think you'll go to Hell for it, but considering what we do for a living, we all probably have tickets there anyway. So it's totally up to you two if you want to do that. I mean, it's not like I've never…ya know… There was Kase. Well, and Hiroshi. You never met him. It was a few years before Kase. But it was just a time of experimenting, you know? Not to say that I didn't like it! No, I did. It's just not my first choice. I like girls. I guess Yohji likes both, too. But I only ever heard about him being with girls before. Well…until today, that is. What about you, Aya? Do you like girls, too?”

 

No matter how little time this will take, it's going to be a long mission…

 

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To be continued…