Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Love ❯ Behind Closed Doors ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Forbidden Love

Author: Sardius

Category: Romance/Angst

Warnings: NC-17

Pairings: Brad/Ran and Yohji/Aya(Ran)

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, it belongs to its creator and company…it would be nice to own it wouldn't it? *Grin*

Author's Note: I'm back!!! YAY! Finally.....well only for a little while. I wasn't going to continue this for a long time but I was in the mood for some Brad/Aya fic so I wrote this. *Hangs head in shame* This chapter is so bad. I changed the rating in case ppl don't want to read Yaoi. Please don't kill me k. But those of you that love Brad/Aya feel free to read this and lemme know what you think at the end. Thanks for all your feedbacks! You've all really motivated me to continue writing fanfics. *hugs to all* Now onto the fic.

Character's Thoughts

// Mind speech //

Chapter One: Behind Closed Doors

The light in his eyes is so different now

There is no longer any warmth behind them

Except a burning flame out of control

I feel his glaze always on me

Piercing into my heart like a blade

Twisting it slowly

Eyes seeking revenge

And I fear

He is not Aya

Who is he?

I was freaking freezing by the time Aya came back. I can dimly see the bright crimson hair running towards us and I was glad to see he was not injured. Strange isn't it? Sometimes I think I care more about him than just a friend. It's just isn't about his looks, I mean it's hard to drop my famous facade as the playboy, Kudou Yohji everyone seems to acknowledge. There is just a sense of aura in the redhead that tempts me to find out more about him. Yet he never even glances at me for a second since he joined Weiss.

And I wonder what was the real Fujimiya Aya use to be like.

Aya gets in the car without any further ado as we follow him inside. Always the self-proclaimed ice leader. Does he even get sick of all these responsibilities? I sat beside him as he turns the engine on and started our journey back, none of us speaking during the ride.

The mission went well.

It seems Aya like to take on mission by himself these days. I'm meant to be his partner for Christ sake but he always glares at me, telling me he can perfectly handle the job himself. And he cans. But lately there is just something about him that really puzzles me…like the way he will avoids any conversations straight after the mission, or never reply when I started to ask him why he's taking the missions by himself. Instead he ignores me and tells me to mind my own business. Tsk. Talk about being a fucked up bastard.

He didn't speak to anyone once we were back at the Koneko. He gives Omi the file and goes up into his room for the rest of the night, as I hear the lock in place. I wonder what he does in that room of his during the night. I shrugged and decided to have a shower, not caring the least what he did in that sanctuary of his.

But yet something in the back of my mind tells me it's not as easy as it seem.

Something is wrong with him.

* * * * * *

I closed the door of my room and let the darkness engulf me. It had been a long time since I have seen him again and I flushed as I remembered his lips on mine. Yes…it had been for quite some time. I glance at the clock and realise it was almost time. I quickly change in a blue sweater, black jeans and a dark trench coat as I step outside the balcony. Strange how I'm so use to this procedure that I don't need to think about it any more. I climb down the railing and landed softly on the ground. I looked back up to see all lights have been out. They must be all asleep. It should be okay for tonight. I hid myself in the shadows as I walk towards my destination.

Knowing he is waiting for me there…

By the time I arrive at the apartment, the door was swung wide opened before I even touched it and was greeted by that annoying German telepath grinning at me.

// Long time no see kitten. //

"Hn." I walk past him knowing so well about this place that I made my way to the kitchen and pour myself a drink. It's seems so natural yet when I thought back how this all started, I can't seems to remember how it all happened.

It's strange.

"Ran."

I turn around towards the voice. He has a deep, rich monotone. So suited to the way he acts. His darkened eyes pierced into mine. Amethyst against royal blue as I watched him quietly. Even at home he still present himself in a reasonable manner. His shirt neatly tucked in with the top button undone, his ties slightly loose, his hair a bit dishevelled from working in his office too long. It took me awhile to realise I was starring at him for a long time. I looked away.

"We need to talk. In my office."

Always so formal when we're outside. Never giving any indication that we are lovers.

Lovers? When have I started thinking that we are lovers?

The German telepath grinned.

// The two great stuck up leaders gonna talk eh//

// Get out of my head //

// He's seems a bit up for it tonight. Try not to trash the office would you//

And the German chuckles beside me. I glared at him. He has got to be the only person that is worst than Yohji's constant blabbering…. and that's something.

I watched as he turns into his office, leaving a gap as a source of invitation. Why does he never say it out loud? Couldn't he at least be more open with our relationship? Half of Schwarz knows anyway except for that crazy Irishman. Then I never really thought why I am with him in the first place. I ignore the arrogant telepath that was still grinning at me and walk inside his office, closing the door behind me.

Before I knew what had happened, I was spun around and press up against the door, his lips bruising onto mine. I gasped. One of his arms grabbed onto my waist, crushing our bodies together.

"Do they know?", he whispered in my ear as he started trailing kisses along my neck.

He always asks the same thing. You would think I could handle this by now. "No…they were all…. asleep…when I left." I panted.

Oh Lord…I miss this for so long. His touches, his dominance, the fire in his eyes when he fucks me senseless. He threw my coat aside and pulls the sweater off my head. I mumbled something in protest but he shuts me up by bruising our lips together again. I clutched onto him, as my knees gave way. He grabs me away from the door and pushes me onto his desk. I winced. There's always so many paper work and files getting in the way. He shoves everything off the table making a mess on the clean expensive carpet and continues to trail wet kisses down my chest.

"God…I miss you." He moans.

I fumble with his shirt, so many freaking buttons, my fingers shaking slightly. The heat between my legs was becoming too unbearable. God…how I need him. I need him to forget everything. He seems to have gotten the idea, yanking his tie off and pulling his shirt away. Then he grabs me roughly by the hair and pulls me into a searing kiss. His tongue swirled into mine seeking for control, his hips rubbing against me as I gasped in pleasure.

"Uhhh….Brad….onegai." Oh the friction. It was too much. And he smiled. He loves it when I give him that control. The smirked was written on his face as he pulls the zipper down and tugs the rest of my pants off. I shivered, feeling more exposed to him as the cold bitting onto my skin. I pull his glasses out of the way and flung them aside. He glares at me and I smirked. Two can play this game. However I lost all control when his hands burns onto my skin as he touched my hips and reached inside to gripped my swollen erection.

"Oh God!" I yelped.

I can feel his arousal pressing against my thigh. He started stroking me, his thumb grazing along my tip. I panted in need as I jerked towards his grip, lights flashes around my eyes. "Hmmm….you did well tonight Ran." His teeth sucked on my bottom lip as I leaned against his chest. He then pulls the rest of my boxers down and ground our bodies together as I shamelessly wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses onto my neck, sucking and biting and fumbles in the drawer to grab the lube. Everything was getting blurry, my vision became disoriented. Nothing feels so perfect except having him inside me. I just wanted him to fuck me and get it over with.

He lubes his fingers and pushes one finger into my entrance, stretching the tight muscles inside. "Uhh…" I hissed and bit back on my lips. He is never gentle. There is always pain and pleasure every time we have sex. Yet I need both. I need to feel the pain. I need to know I am still alive.

I grabbed onto his shoulder, clutching him for support as his other hand jerked my cheek towards him.

"Look at me Ran."

And I did. His eyes were filled with lust as he added his second finger inside my tight passage, brushing against my prostate. I jumped and began to rock against his fingers, pushing in deeper as he continues to press the small nub inside.

"Fuck…Crawford. Hurry up."

He grunts and pulls his fingers away as I whimpered with the loss. I need him. I need him to burn the passion out of me and leave me cold again. I need him to fulfil my desire, my needs, to forget what a fucked up life I live in.

"You're mine.".

And he shoves in.

"Arrgghh….." Oh god the pain! He was buried in so deep, right to the hilt. I can feel him filling me, needing me as I needed him. He waits for a moment to let the pain subside and began to thrust into me hard, sending me over the edge. I grab onto the desk, anything to keep me stable as I wrap my legs more firmly around him pushing him deeper into me. He shifts his body, changing his angle and aims again, thrusting faster into me.

"You belong.... to me... Fujimiya Ran. Don't even... think of ever leaving me. I will kill you. I will...kill you if you... ever do."

He speeds up in his thrust as we rocked in the same rhythm. His fingers gripping onto my hips, bruising my pale skin. Our eyes met together as the heat flared up between us. Everything was forgotten in the heat of pleasure as he grips my erection and started to stoke it in time with each thrust.

"Aarrgghh....Brad!"

He pulls me roughly by the hair and kissed me on the lips as everything came down to together. Oh God the sensation was too much. The pleasure was so intense as I blindly kissed him back just as strongly. My nails digging onto his back as our breath are mingled into one. Then the wave crested and we both cried out, reaching a mind-blowing organism. His pleasure spilling deep within me as I jerked in release. We thrust against each other in perfect symphony, as our passions were slowly spent.

Then everything went black and I let myself been drawn into the darkness.

* * * * * *

I awoke sometime later. It must have been hours ago. Something warms was against my back. And I knew he's there. We never cuddle. It's as simple as that. It is the way things are. I never question him. Neither does he say we are actually lovers. All I know are we fuck and I go back home the next morning.

How did this all happen? Do I even love him?

Sometimes when I tried to remember too much, there is a force that blocks me back leaving my mind very light-headed. Yet the more I tired to get past the barrier, the sicker I felt. So I have stopped trying to think what is wrong with me.

But that scares me.

I got up from the bed, wincing as I did so. I remembered how rough he was last night as we practically fucked on his desk. No wonder my back hurts. The cold wind brought chills on my pale skin as I grab my clothes and open the door. He's still sleeping quietly. He doesn't say anything. But I know he's awake. I think we just don't know how to act towards each other in the daylight. After all, the only time we meet is always after missions.

I went to have a shower and came back a few minutes later walking down the stairs. No kisses. No goodbyes. No I love you Ran. It's just isn't us.

The apartment was still very quiet early in this morning. By the time I got back I would have to open the shop. And they wouldn't even suspect a thing.

Before I left, I heard that annoying voice invading my mind.

// Boy were you loud last night //

// Shut up and leave me alone //

// You know one day I would get my turn on you //

// Hn //

I closed the door behind me and walk outside onto the street, his chuckling still echoing in my head.

I don't understand any of this.

* * * * * *

He's not back yet. Where would he have gone? I remembered seeing him last night walking into his bedroom and locking the door. Yet something in me tells me it's not right. I guess being a private detective it gets to you. I had waited till everyone was asleep when I made my way down the hallway to his room. I had made sure no one could have heard me as I listened to his door.

Nothing.

No light. No sound. It was much to quiet. And knowing I shouldn't intrude, I knocked on the door. At least if Aya did opened it I could have made up some stupid excuses. But there was no reply.

So knowing me, I was trained to do this sorts of stuff, I pick lock his door. And yet to my dismay, no one was in the room.

Where the hell was he?

And now I have been wide-awake and it's almost dawn wondering where the heck he went during the night. Why do I even care where his whereabouts are anyway? His personal life does not concern me.

Then why do I feel like there is something wrong?

I stretched, popping a few bones in my body and glance at my clock. 6:30 am. Damn it! I hate morning shifts. I'm meant to work with Aya this morning. Would he even be there? He hasn't been back all night.

I flicked the last bit of my cigarette in the ashtray and made my way to the shower. I let the warm spray hit my back as my thoughts drifts back to Aya. Why is he acting like this? He's never been the same since that mission.

What had happened?

* * * * * *

I made my way to the Koneko just in time. I shouldn't have slept in so much. I need to be more careful next time. I glanced at my watch. 6:45am. Yohji should be coming down soon. But then he is always late. He's never reliable for anything.

And you should have never trusted him.

I open the shop and started taking out the pots in the back room when I heard the jingle of bells. "Oi Aya…. morning."

What the hell? That can't be him can it? I raise my head to see Yohji leaning against the counter. I raised my eyebrow and glare back at him. He gives me that annoying smirk and sat down taking out his cigarette and lighter from his pocket and began lighting it.

"What do you think you're doing?" How dare he comes in and just do what he fucking feels like.

"So Aya…" he ignores me, the cigarette dangling from his lips. "Did you sleep well last night?"

A cold shiver ran through me. Why did he ask that? I'm sure I locked the door when I left. I raised my head so my eyes were levelled with his.

"Hn…. why?"

He looks at me as if he's pondering something. "Nothing. Just wondering."

I glared at him and continued with my work.

"Just wondering why you weren't home last night."

I dropped the pot sending pieces of broken glasses everywhere.

I froze.

TCB~~~~~~

That's the first chapter folks. What you think? Are you wondering why Aya is acting so strange??? It will be revealed in later chapters, so not to worry. Oh and if you didn't know that was my first real kinda lemon. I'm so......gosh......speechless.....I'll probably read it again and go what the??? Yikes.....anyway yes yes.....Aya sure not of himself.....and Yohji sure wants to know why and I hp ppl wants to know too.....so let me know and give me a word or two. Hp u enjoy this part! Ja!