Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Got Dizzy Dancing Tango ❯ One-Shot
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: saturnssavior 
Yohji, thinking he only has 3 days left to live goes all out partying and finding a last minute love. Car chases and bellydancing to tango music. AxY
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.22.2004 | Updated On: 11.22.2004 | Pages: 12 | Words: 11.0K | Visits: 769 | Status: Completed
Yohji, thinking he only has 3 days left to live goes all out partying and finding a last minute love. Car chases and bellydancing to tango music. AxY
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.22.2004 | Updated On: 11.22.2004 | Pages: 12 | Words: 11.0K | Visits: 769 | Status: Completed
Got dizzy dancing tango
by seven maxwell
Disclaimer: Weib Kreuz dosen't belong to me. I just like to play with them from time to time.
AxY
Yaoi
R
Have fun!
Got Dizzy Dancing Tango
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"Yohji you're going to see the doctor today. I made the appointment for two o'clock." Omi told him over breakfast. The chibi sat there eating his apples and cinnamon oatmeal. The nasty shit Yohji wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. Just to prove his point Yohji grimaced as Omi took another spoonful into his mouth.
"Why do I have to see the doctor?" Yohji asked, watching hypnotically as Omi slowly lifted his hand for another spoonful of dripping, goopy, slimy oatmeal.
"Because you were the only one to get injured on last night's mission." Omi said.
"But chibi I'm not bleeding anywhere and I didn't break anything" Yohji whined, if there was one thing the lanky blond assassin detested was seeing the doctor.
"No but you were injected with something, I just want to make sure you'll be okay Yohji" Omi said.
"But chibi..." Yohji whined more loudly.
Omi stood up and grabbed his bowl of oatmeal, "No buts Yohji. You're going to see the doctor and that's final." Omi stated, placing the bowl in the sink. He grabbed his book bag by the door. "If I so much as hear that you didn't go..." Omi narrowed his eyes at the older man, "...then I'll make sure Aya escorts you." Omi threatened.
Yohji slunk down in his seat and pouted cutely. "Fine I'll go but you owe me!" Yohji glared at Omi's retreating body as the teenager walked out the door and hopped on his scooter to go to school.
Yohji crossed his arms.
It's not his fault he was injected with that...whatever that green shit was in the syringe. If he hadn't thrown himself in front of Aya, then Farfarello would have nailed the cold red head assassin.
Yohji pouted, a lock of blond hair falling to sit between his eyes. He blew the hair out of his face.
"This sucks."
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"Mr. Kudou please have a seat." The doctor said as he pulled some instruments from a locked cabinet.
Yohji, already feeling stupid sitting in a paper gown with his bare ass exposed for all to see, sat and nervously watched as the doctor pulled out supplies. Tweezers, scissors, files, those tongue thingies, Q-tips, syringes...
Yohji gulped, "Wh-What exactly will you do to me doc?"
The doctor turned around slowly, "Just the usual tests Mr. Kudou. Blood, urine, semen..."
"WHAT?!" Yohji screamed as the doctor crept up to him slowly.
"Relax Mr. Kudou this will be all over soon, just lie back and let me do all the work." The doctor said as he approached the bed and a nervously twitching Yohji.
Screams and shouts coming from behind the closed door echoed throughout the small clinic.
A few minutes later a dressed but slightly limping Yohji stumbled out the door. He rubbed the gauze on his arm dazedly.
The cute nurse at the reception desk noticed, "Oh Mr. Kudou you got some blood work done?" She said sweetly as Yohji dazedly approached her desk.
"Please sign here and we'll have the results to your tests mailed to your home address." She said as she handed him the pen.
Yohji signed absentmindedly dropping the pen with limp fingers as he turned around to walk out of the clinic.
"Have a nice day Mr. Kudou!" The nurse shouted as Yohji crossed the threshold.
The doctor appeared behind her a second after Yohji left. "Nurse please send the next patient in."
"Yes sir." She said as she read the list of patients. "Mr. Farfarello?"
A gold eye peered from behind a magazine of 'Knives 'R' Us'.
"You’re up next."
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Later that night.....
"Oh doctor..." The nurse moaned as the doctor rubbed his hands all over the woman's body.
"Yes nurse? Am I being too...rough?" The doctor grinned evilly.
"Yes deliciously so..." She moaned again.
The doctor lifted the nurse and sat her on his desk right on top of some papers. She slid back and two folders fell spilling papers all over the floor.
"Oops look at what I've done." She said innocently batting her long eyelashes.
"Never mind that I'll have Jerry pick them up later." With that the doctor claimed her mouth and everything else for that matter.
Two hours later a teenager stepped into the doctors’ office and picked up the papers off the ground as he was told to do so. The papers had no names on them just numbers on the top to identify them together. Jerry pilled them according to number and then looked at the empty folders with names. No numbers.
Looking back and fourth at the folders and the papers in his hand, he simply shrugged and placed the papers to whatever folder nearest what pile. He placed the two folders on the desk and turned up the volume on his mp3 player. He bopped his head to loud heavy metal music as he left the office.
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3 days later....
Yohji walked into his apartment holding a cup of coffee and his day’s mail. He kicked the door shut behind him and dropped his mail onto his coffee table. He took off his jacket and threw it across the couch.
He sat down in his armchair savoring the smell and flavor of his caramel macchiato. He took a loving sip and turned to his mail. A manila envelope caught his eye and he picked it up.
'Dr. Ka Vor Kian Clinic'
A shudder ran down Yohji's spine at the memory of that horrible clinic. Slowly and hesitantly Yohji opened the envelope spilling the contents onto the table. Yohji sifted through the papers, skimming them for anything different from his normal records. A highlighted paragraph on one paper caught his attention. Lifting the paper he read the paragraph.
Then blinked.
Then read again.
Then blinked again.
'Mr. Kudou our test have shown us that you have an abnormally large amount of acetaminophen in your blood system. Acetaminophen is an ingredient usually found in over the counter aspirin. Now although acetaminophen is not usually toxic when taken in small amounts, it can be very poisonous when taken in large amounts. Usually aspirin will only contain about 500 to 1000 mg of acetaminophen per pill. It would take a whole bottle of 50 counts to render someone 'drug overdosed' and cause death.
50,000 mg of acetaminophen will cause death in anyone who consumes it. It usually takes up to six hours before the overdose claims its victim. Which is why I'm baffled as to how you are still among the living Mr. Kudou. Your blood results show us that you have about 200,000 mg of acetaminophen. Technically and medically speaking you should by all rights be dead right now.'
Yohji paled and his hands shook.
'Now since you told me that you were injected anonymously at a party, I can only assume that is where you consumed the large amount of the drug. And since you did not die immediately my only diagnose is that you will not live very long. My professional guess is that you most likely will not live through the end of the week. My apologies Mr. Kud-'
Yohji dropped the sheet of paper. It slowly floated down between his feet.
'You will not live very long'
'Not live through the end of the week'
Those thoughts ran through his head like a mantra.
Only a week.
No less than that. Only until Sunday.
Today was Thursday.
Fuck.
Darkness claimed the blond and he slumped back in his arm chair unconscious.
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Across town....
'...are hereby diagnosed healthy. Although your habit of chain smoking and the amount of alcohol consumed should be reduced or better yet broken.'
Farfarello blinked his one gold eye confused.
But he dosen't smoke.
Nor does he drink.
Albeit confused, Farfarello shrugged and tossed the papers over his shoulder. He locked the door to his room and pulled out his favorite knife.
Lifting the knife above his head, he plunged it down.
Right into a strawberry cheesecake.
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"Yohji are you home?" Omi knocked on his teammate’s door. Ken came up behind Omi.
"Hey Omi what's going on?" The brunette soccer player asked.
"I don't know Yohji won't answer the door." Omi said worriedly.
Ken shrugged, "Leave him alone he probably has some date in there and dosen't want to be disturbed."
Omi blushed at the thought of Yohji in the bedroom entertaining someone.
Ken laughed at his friends beat red face. Throwing his arm around the chibi's shoulder he turned them to the door. "Come on I'll buy you an ice cream and we'll see if we can't cool your face back to its normal color."
Hearing the footsteps getting farther away. Yohji opened the door and poked his head out to see if the coast was clear. Seeing no sign of the chibi, the jock or the red head, Yohji snuck out of his apartment quietly and closed the door. In one hand was a small bag in the other was a bottle.
Yohji climbed the stairs leading to the roof and opened the door. He stood on top of the Koneko no sumu Ie facing the lights of Tokyo. He sat down dangling his long legs over the side of the building. He opened the small bag and pulled out a joint. He lit up and inhaled deeply. Immediately he felt better.
He unscrewed the cap to the bottle of Wild Turkey 101 and took a long swig. Feeling the burn of the pure bourbon whiskey pour down his throat and settle in his stomach. The warm feeling of alcohol spread through him like a nice blanket.
He lay down on his back facing the sky.
Flashbacks of the paragraph swam through his head like a goldfish through a clear glass bowl.
He took another puff slowly exhaling.
What a fucked up way to die. He thought.
Here he is an assassin who on countless nights placed himself in immanent danger trying to protect the innocent. And he gets taken down by aspirin of all things!
He propped himself up for a swig of whiskey before lying back down.
Well after passing out like a weak schoolgirl, he'd spent the afternoon trying to understand the reality of his soon to be death.
First, he denied such a thing was possible. No fucking way! That much amount of aceta-what's it called...should have killed him immediately! At least it would have saved him the torture of counting his hours till his doom!
Another puff.
Second, he broke down like a school girl with a skinned knee. The last time he'd cried was when he had to kill Neu. Just all the pain and grief that swept him was unbearable and he'd cried himself to a two hour nap.
Another swig.
Third, his hand hovered over the phone. Thoughts of calling Manx and contacting Kritiker racing through his mind. Maybe...just maybe there'd be a way to save him. Kritiker always has doctors on hand that might know how to keep him from dying. Then he remembered that Kritiker was short on funds hence why he was sent to a public clinic instead of seeing a Kritiker doctor.
Another puff.
Fourth, he was angry as all hell! Cursing up a storm in every language he knew. He tossed things, broke things, kicked things around in a rage of fury. That all ended when he kicked the end of the coffee table...with his socked feet. His toe still hurts.
Another swig.
Finally fifth, he said fuck it. We all die someday; at least he knows now how much time he's got. Might as well make the most of it.
Another puff.
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"Morning Aya!" Omi called out to his silent friend. Aya already up before everyone else, worked on the early morning bouquets and opened the shop. It was Friday, which meant that the weekend was almost here. Which meant that it was the busiest day of the week, which meant that they all had shifts together...all four of them?
Yet as Aya looks around there is only three of them present. The absence of a lazy blond on his shift grits on Aya's nerve.
It was bad enough the blond haunted his dreams but to aggravate his nerve during waking hours was more than he's willing to let slip.
"Where's Yohji?" He asked harshly. Omi smiled totally unfazed by his cold demeanor.
"I'm sure he'll be down soon." Omi said optimistically.
Aya nodded maybe Omi's right. Maybe he just needs to relax, get his thoughts straight. Not think about the annoying blond upstairs that's probably still lying in bed...naked with his hair splayed out around him like a golden halo. The sheets covering only to his hip as the sunlight filters through billowing curtains to shine upon his creamy skin. The warm golden light dancing delicately around his caramel nipples...
Itai!!
Aya winced lightly as he removed the thorn from his palm where he crushed the rose he was holding. A familiar ache in his lower region told him he needed to take care of something....Soon.
He quickly left the other two to mind the store telling them he was going to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Which is true.
He just didn't say how.
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"You sure about this?" The yakuza mob boss asked a smiling Yohji. His minion counted the large wads of yen, once he finished he threw the duffle bag at Yohji's feet.
The mob boss took a large puff from his large cigar. "60,000,000,000 is lot of money. You'd better pay me back. I'll cut off your legs and mail them to your mother if you don't!" The boss said.
Yohji thumbed through a bundle of bills. "No problem boss, you'll get your money back." Yohji said smiling brightly.
The boss leaned forward and took a good look at Yohji. "You’re not sick are you? You better not die on me." He said.
Yohji smiled even brighter, "Let's say no more than you will. Thanks boss!" Yohji picked up the duffle bag and bounced out the boss’s office. He hopped into his sports car Seven and sped into downtown. The first store he went into was a clothing store. He spent at least 120,000,000 on all skimpy clubbing clothes. Next he went into a computer store and bought the most expensive computer there was and all of its components do gadgets. After that he went and bought three authentic Hatori Hanzo swords neatly gift wrapped. The last stop was a law office.
An hour later he left the office smiling and whistling. He hopped back into Seven and took all of his goodies home.
As he parked his car he saw that the usual crowd of fan girls was there. He took all of his goodies upstairs through the back exit and into the mission room. Once finished he went into the flower shop.
"Ladies, ladies please." He said as he strode in.
Aya, Ken and Omi glanced up from the sea of girls at the sound of his voice. Aya glared at Yohji.
Immediately all the girls screamed as they saw their favorite bishounen in the shop. They swarmed over to him as he flirted and toyed with them. Aya glared harder at Yohji flirting.
"Yohji-kun where have you been?! It's three hours past your shift!" Omi demanded.
"Easy chibi I'll tell you later but first..." Yohji stood in the middle of the room. Hands on his hips. "I'd like to make an announcement please..." Yohji spoke up. Everyone in the room got quiet.
"First I'd like to say that while I've had my fun with women and the whole dating thing but I'm going to stop." All the girls in the shop squealed in protest but Yohji simply lifted his hand in silence.
"Second I'd like to say that my closet is now empty." A few confused looks.
"My closet is empty because I am no longer in it." He said.
A few more confused looks and one pair of red eyebrows rising to his hairline.
"I'm gay."
Silence.
Then squeals of protest started again as all the girls were screaming the unjust of gorgeous a bishounen being gay. A few were melting in fantasy of all the yaoi possibilities.
"Um Yohji...what's going on?" A confused and clearly shocked Omi asked quietly.
Ken's jaw dropped to the floor and Aya's face was unreadable, as always.
Yohji shooed all the girls out of the flower shop and closed the door flipping the open sign to closed.
The other members of weib were still in their place as Yohji walked past them.
"Come on guys I got a surprise for ya!" Yohji bellowed behind him as he walked into the mission room.
"Um did anyone understand what just happened here?" Omi asked still confused.
"I think Yohji just admitted to being gay." Ken said, the watering hose still in his hand.
"I think that was obvious by the way he said 'I'm gay' Ken-kun." Omi said mockingly. "Aya-kun what do you think?"
Aya was no where in sight.
"We better see what surprise Yohji has in store for us." Ken said, turning off the water.
In the mission room all four members of weib gathered around Yohji's goodies.
"Okay Omi these packages are yours." Yohji said pointing to the pile of computer stuff.
Omi's eyes widened like saucers.
"Yohji where did you get all this from?!" Omi asked shocked.
"I bought it." Yohji said simply. He turned around leaving a stunned Omi gawking at the boxes.
"Aya these are for you." Yohji said picking up the wrapped swords and handing them to the bewildered assassin.
"Um thanks" Aya sputtered, taking the packages from Yohji's arms. He unwrapped them and nearly dropped them in surprise. Three Hatori Hanzo swords, he held three Hanzo swords!
"Easy Aya they were expensive." Yohji said reading to catch the swords.
Aya really sputtered now, "B-B-But h-how...w-why..." He asked confused.
Yohji smiled at him. Aya's heart thumped loudly in his chest at Yohji's smile.
"Because you deserve only the best." He said as simple as day.
He turned around to Ken leaving a blinking and blushing Aya to himself.
"Ken I was going to get you something soccer related but then I realized that you already have everything soccer related. So instead I got you this." Yohji said taking an envelope from his jacket pocket and handing it to Ken.
"Thanks Yohji." Ken took the plain envelope from Yohji and opened it slowly. He read the paper inside and his eyes widened big. His legs became jelly and he fell to the floor on his butt.
"Ken-kun?" Omi asked worried.
"Yohji...i-is this...” Ken started but couldn't finish.
Yohji grinned at him. "The only thing soccer related that you didn't have was that." Yohji said pointing to the paper clutched tightly in Ken's grip.
"Congratulations Ken you are the single owner of the entire J-League Soccer Team."
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A touch of black eyeliner and there....done.
Yohji stepped away from his vanity dresser and stood in front of his mirror to observe himself.
He looked damn good!
He'd bleached his hair a lighter blond and even added extensions to his shoulder length hair. Making his hair reach done to his lower back.
He wore a sleek, silver sheen low-cut lace top that covered only half his chest, exposing his flat stomach. He wore black leather pants that hugged his every curve. Painted on the leather pants was a pattern of a white belt with painted holsters on the side of his outer thighs. A cowboy look with a sexy top. To finish the look he put on his favorite cowboy hat. He glistened his lips with strawberry gloss and wore his black leather dress boots with a rounded metal tip on the toe.
He put on black eyeliner along with black eye shadow darkening around his eyes to bring out his emerald irises. He dusted his eyebrows with powder to match the color of his hair.
Yup
Damn good!
Yohji smirked at himself then picked up his keys and wad of cash. He stuffed the money into a secret pocket in his leather boots and held onto his keys as he left the apartment. He strutted downstairs only to run into his three teammates.
"Hey guys." He said as all three gaped at his appearance. One was on the verge of drooling.
"Hey Yohji are you...I thought you said you were going to stop dating?" Omi asked.
"I did, but I didn't say I was gonna stop clubbing." Yohji winked at him then he did something they've never seen him do. He giggled as he spun on his heel and strutted his cute ass into the garage.
Two open mouths and one hard on was his answer.
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Yohji pulled up into the parking lot of his favorite club. He parked and strode to the doors of the exclusive club. Bypassing the long line of people hoping to get in Yohji smiled and nodded to the bouncer at the door and simply walked right in as everyone else just gawked at him.
The music was fantastic! Loud thrumming music echoed throughout the whole club. People crowded all around the dance floor and some on top of tables. Sweaty bodies bounced together to the beat of the music. Yohji strode over to the bar avoiding grabby hands and pinches. He bought himself three shots of Bacardi 151 and shot them down like a pro. Even the bartender looked surprised.
He sat there until the alcohol started working through his system. He went and weaved himself onto the dance floor and danced for a good two hours nonstop. He had gathered a crowd towards the end.
The club, 'Dancing Tango' was reputed to be the place of places to be. Everyone would try vigilantly to get in before midnight. The club would be a simple club through most of the evening but at twelve midnight it would close its door to everyone outside and only those inside would experience at hand what the club really about.
At precisely twelve midnight the music stopped and so did everyone inside. The doors to the club shut dramatically loud. The lights switched from strobbing lights to amber waves highlighting the hotspots inside the club. A loud gong was struck and a loud up beat dance tango was being performed by a live band. Alcohol was now on the house and the amber lights started rotating around the club.
Everyone cheered as the first stripper danced her way onstage. She was dressed like a belly dancer. She gyrated her hips in rhythm to the pulsing tango beat. Slowly she began removing veil after veil until she was left in nothing but her thong.
People applauded, catcalls, whistles, shouts were yelled at her complimenting her performance.
Yohji swayed back to the bar, drunk on alcohol and the race of his own heart from dancing. He sat down and ordered his usual. The bartender handed him his three shots of Bacardi 151 and Yohji downed them.
An hour later Yohji, drunk off his ass, started dancing again to the music. He swayed his hips to the tango being played. He grinded his hips in a mimic of the old dance of mating and lost himself in the feeling of alcohol and freedom.
Free that what he was.
No more worries, no more restless nights, no more dreams of death.
Nope no worries here.
So lost in his dancing Yohji was that he didn't see the lavender eyes that had been watching him all night.
Aya sat in a table away from Yohji but close enough to keep an eye on him. He watched as Yohji danced and drunk the night away. On some occasions he had to adjust his pants as they got tight watching Yohji on some of his more exotic moves. He watched as Yohji danced a fresh flush on his face.
Yohji was getting hot and sweaty dancing between all these bodies. He glanced up and saw that there was no stripper on stage and that some of the patrons were dancing on the catwalk.
Yohji slithered his way on stage. Much better, more room. Yohji started dancing again unaware that all eyes started watching him. Everyone else on the catwalk quickly left to watch from the sides like everyone else.
Aya's eyebrows rose as he saw what Yohji was doing. He nearly dropped his ginger ale as Yohji started running his hands all over his body.
Yohji ran his hands all over himself. The tingling feeling of his fingers on his sweaty skin left him wanting more. Yohji shook his head side to side with the drum beat of the tango. His eyes only slits from all the alcohol. His parted lips from his panting from dancing. His long wavy blond hair flew around him every time he shook his head.
Yohji raised his arms up above his head before turning around and running his hands down the sides of his body. Everyone watched, drooling as Yohji slowly bent forward to rub his hands down his outer thigh only to slide them back up in his inner thigh.
Aya sat stunned as he watched Yohji bend forward. Oh god what he wouldn't kill just for a piece of that ass.
Yohji turned around to face the crowd again and shook his ass Hawaiian style to the racing drums of the tango beat. His hair floating around him. Sweat glistening his skin to catch in the amber lights.
Hot, he was too hot. Yohji, in his drunken mind, knew of only one solution to escape the heat. He moved his fingers to the catch of his leather pants.
Deafening cheers from the crowd only made him more wanton and he undid the first catch. Catcalls were shouted on stage to him and Yohji smiled and licked his lips seductively as he undid the second and third catch. The fly to his pants was halfway undone and you could see the silver material of his thong.
As the last catch was undone, people went crazy and two big guys jumped on stage and grabbed Yohji's arms. One slid up behind Yohji and melded his groin to Yohji's firm ass. The other still holding Yohji's arm slid his other hand down the front of Yohji's pants to grab his aching hard on.
Yohji gasped and closed his eyes as the large man grabbed his erection.
Aya immediately sprung out of his seat as he saw those guys jump on stage. He quickly jumped on stage and struck the large man behind Yohji on the back of his neck. The guy went down easily.
Bereft of the stability behind him Yohji stumbled and fell into Aya's arms. The man in front growled at Aya.
"We got here first." He hissed.
Aya turned on his icy glare, even more powerful when in possessive mode.
"He's my boyfriend. Touch him again and I'll kill you." He growled at the man. Picking up Yohji in a cradle style hold, Aya walked off the stage and ignoring all the boo's and angry stares he exited the 'Dancing Tango'.
If he'd known what Yohji was going to do something like that tonight. Aya would have tied him down into his bed and had had his way with him. His dick was still hard from watching Yohji dance erotically.
Yohji came to his senses just as a fresh breeze made his skin shiver. He realized he wasn't in the club anymore and tried to understand why. The next thing he realized was that he was in someone's arms. The scent of spice and jasmine tea immediately hit him and he had a sense of dejavu but couldn't understand why. That is until he opens his eyes to come face to face with lavender ones.
Aya seeing Yohji was now awake quickly set him down on his feet. Yohji stumbled a bit and latched onto Aya's arm.
"What're doin' 'ere Ayan?" Yohji slurred. His body still swayed from the alcohol and the adrenaline of dancing. His grip on Aya's arm a little lax.
Aya blushed at the petname. "I followed you here after you left in that...outfit." Aya said coldly. Still he hardened even more every time he looked at Yohji in those tight pants that were still undone.
"Would you please refasten the catches to your pants." Aya growled.
"huh?" Yohji looked down and saw the gap in his pants. Slowly he tried to fasten them but his fingers stumbled around and he started seeing everything double. He swayed and leaned against the brick wall of the club.
Slim long fingers knocked his hands away from his pants and refastened the catches. A grumble of profanities wafted to his ears and he smiled seductively.
"Ne Ayan are you...happy?" The question was innocent yet so provocative that Aya stumbled back and looked both caught and confused.
Yohji smiled evilly in his head; slowly he stalked up the surprised Aya and ran his fingers lightly up Aya's arm. He grabbed Aya's bicep and quickly and firmly spun them around so that he pinned Aya against the brick wall.
Aya gasped as he found himself pinned between Yohji and the wall. Between a rock and a hard place.
"Yohji what are yo-" Aya was silenced by a pair of sweet strawberry lips. Yohji's body melded against him in every right way. His rock hard erection briefly brushed against Yohji's and Aya gasped at the sensation. Yohji plunged his tongue in at the opportunity and started eating away at Aya's delectable mouth. Aya moaned deeply and his eyes shut as his wildest fantasy finally came true.
Yohji's long hair hung around them like a curtain. Shutting everything away from them.
Aya started grinding his hips against Yohji's and the older man moaned loudly. Aya's heart raced with the feeling of Yohji's half exposed body rubbing against his.
Suddenly everything was gone.
Aya lurched forward with the pain of loss. He looked up to find Yohji hiding his face behind his hands. His body shaking erratically.
Concerned Aya stood up.
"Yohji what's wrong?" He asked gently.
"I-I can't do this." Yohji admitted.
Aya's heart sunk, "I-It's alright, I knew this was a bad idea that's why I stayed away for so long. I knew we-it would never work out-"
"I-I can't do this to you Aya." Yohji said now revealing his face. "You deserve so much better." With that he took off running leaving a stunned and bewildered Aya. Aya realizing to late that Yohji was gone went racing after him only to be passed by a speeding Seven.
Shit! Fuck!
Aya raced off to his Porsche and hauled ass trailing Yohji. He drove in the direction Yohji took off but the road forked and Yohji was nowhere in sight.
Goddammit!!
Aya mentally cursed himself.
He drove around for ten minutes until the sounds of multiple sirens could be heard off in the distance. Following instinct Aya headed towards the sounds and caught a glimpse of eight or nine police cars following what Aya could only blanche as Seven.
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"WHOOOOOO!!!!" Yohji yelled at the top of his lungs.
Just ten minutes ago he was willing to just party his life away, but now instead he's decided to go out in a bang.
After kissing his long time crush, Yohji finally had nothing left to hold him back. No remorse or regrets. Leaving Aya behind was the hardest thing he's had to do but he had to do it. It's not fair to Aya.
So hopping in his beloved car Yohji took off at high speeds. He swerved around the road just having fun until he spotted a cop behind him. Not about to be pulled over just yet Yohji put the pedal to the meddle and hauled ass. The tires screeching as his engine roared with the amount of power his car was packing.
Seven had been souped up for getaways and that was exactly what he was going to do. Get away.
The cop still pursing behind him, Yohji swerved onto the freeway and pushed the car to 98 mph. The cop radioed in for reinforcement and soon he had about nine cops chasing him. Their sirens alerting everyone in front of him to get out of the way. They did and he went faster.
Yohji laughed out loud.
Aya drove onto the freeway racing his car until he reached the cops trailing Yohji.
He glanced at the speedometer and nearly had a shit fit! Yohji was pushing over a hundred miles per hour and he was drunk!
Studying the cars of the local police Aya knew they'll never catch up to Yohji. Seven and Aya's Porsche were specifically fixed on so to outrun cars like those of the police. The only one who can catch Yohji is Aya himself.
Slamming the gas pedal down Aya's turbo car shot off and he passed the cops. They glared at him as he passed them by; some started trailing him thinking he was an accomplice. Which is true enough.
Yohji laughed as he drove on in a racing speed. He loved the feeling of the wind whipping his hair around the sound of the loud engine roaring made him hard and horny.
A loud honk drew his attention and he glanced at the side mirror only to spot a white Porsche trailing behind him. An angry red head in the driver's seat.
Yohji sobered a bit. So Aya wanted to play did he? Well let's see if he has the balls to play follow the leader.
Yohji floored the pedal again and sped off, Aya followed closely behind him.
Yohji swerved in and out of traffic, barely dodging cars as he passed them. Aya kept right on his tail. Yohji grinned and swerved onto the shoulder lane. Aya followed behind him and bumped him, smirking as Yohji glared at him through the rearview mirror.
Come on baby give me what you got.
Yohji swerved Seven back onto the center lane and waited for Aya to follow. Aya didn't let him down.
Yohji exited the freeway, pushing 90 on the curving exit ramp. His car bumped the wall twice as he drifted with the speed of his cornering.
Aya followed much slower than Yohji. He wasn't about to fuck up his car.
Yohji ran the red light at the end of the ramp and hopped on the opposite lane only to take the ramp up heading in the opposite direction.
Aya now a little shocked at Yohji's driving followed more out of worry now than playfulness. Meanwhile the cops tried valiantly to keep up but their cars weren't fast enough, they called in air patrol.
A helicopter followed the two racing cars driving in the opposite direction of incoming traffic. The spotlight shone down on Yohji first than Aya. Yohji drove on as Aya followed behind him.
Son of a bitch! Yohji cursed as the spotlight hit him again. Fucking cops! He swerved onto the exit ramp and barely managed to avoid a head-on with a Mitsubishi. Aya followed closely and only managed to escape a head-on with the same Mitsubishi by only a nick.
Yohji raced along the streets avoiding cars right and left. He pulled the ebrake and fishtailed a corner and sped up. Aya chased him trying to keep up with Yohji. He'd underestimated the older mans driving skill. He never knew Yohji was such an apt racer.
The helicopter tried to keep up as well but with buildings getting in the way and the ground patrols unable to keep up they were losing sight of both the roaster and the Porsche. Yohji drove in an erratic trail of sharp turns and fast straight-aways. Aya barely kept up with the racing member of weib. He was unsure of what Yohji was up to until he recognized the area around him.
Yohji spotting his goal fishtailed another corner and raced into the garage of the Koneko no sumu Ie. Aya did the same just barely missing the helicopter. Aya hopped out of his car fast and shut the door to the garage. He leaned against the garage door and listened aptly to the sounds of the sirens leaving and the helicopter fading. He slumped down as he released the breath he was holding.
Yohji stumbled out of his car and fell forward leaning against Aya's. Aya got up and glanced at Yohji, both lavender and emerald faced off.
"You stupid son of a b-"
"You fuc-"
"How could you jus-"
"Why did you foll-"
"Do you know how bad you scar-"
"Why did you kiss me?" They said simultaneously.
Yohji blinked and Aya blushed.
"You kissed me." Aya said matter of fact; he crossed his arms in frustration.
"Yeah well you said that I was your boyfriend!" Yohji spat back.
"I only did that to get those guys off of you!" Aya countered.
"Why did you follow me?" Yohji asked angrily.
"Why did you leave dressed like that?!" Aya queried.
"I'll dress however I damn well please!" Yohji hissed.
"You look like a slut!" Aya hissed back.
Yohji stepped up to Aya only a few inches apart from the furious red head.
"Fuck you" He growled.
"No fuck you!" Aya hissed and reached up to grab Yohji's head. He plunged into Yohji's warm sweet strawberry flavored mouth. Yohji responded immediately and grabbed Aya's flanks with both hands.
Aya growled possessively and pulled his mouth away.
"Upstairs...NOW!" He ordered. He grabbed Yohji's hand and pulled him roughly behind heading to his apartment.
They reached Aya's apartment and Aya fumbled with his keys as Yohji fondled him from behind. Finally getting the door open he yanked Yohji in and slammed the door shut locking it,
He pinned Yohji against the door and claimed those sweet lips again. Yohji moaned and rubbed himself wantonly against Aya's hard erection. Aya ran his hands down Yohji's side and grabbed those long legs to wrap around him. Yohji gasped as his erection rubbed against Aya's much more now that there was nothing between them but a few straps of clothes.
Aya grabbed the front of Yohji's shirt and ripped the small delicate fabric off Yohji's chest. Yohji's lust sparked higher at Aya's animalistic behavior.
Aya wrapped his arms around Yohji and spun around to head towards the bedroom. He kicked the door open and walked to the large queen size bed. He dropped Yohji onto it and gazed at his lover with lust filled eyes. Yohji panted with anticipation as he felt Aya's eyes roaming all over his body. Feeling extremely turned on and kinky Yohji spread his legs open and reveled as Aya gasped. He rubbed his hard on through the fabric of his leather pants. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he started to grind his hips in a fucking motion. He licked his lips and slitted his eyes to catch the looks of lust on Aya's face.
Aya was about to cum just watching Yohji rub himself. He licked his lips at the same time as Yohji and his breath hitched as one of those long pale slender fingers slid smoothly between pink lips.
Yohji moaned mainly from Aya's fierce expressions of lust than for his own attempts of masturbating. He hungrily sucked on his index finger making sure to make all the slurping noises that normally turn him on. Sure enough Aya had enough and pounced on Yohji.
Aya grabbed on to Yohji's slender body and swiftly unfastened the catches to Yohji's pants. Once done he slid his hand beneath the leather and grabbed a hold of a hard erection. Yohji arched into his touch and his long blond hair fell around him as he tossed his head back in ecstasy.
Yohji thrust into Aya's hand moaning and clutching the sheets beneath him. Aya let go of him and he nearly cried in frustration. Those skilled fingers traced his skin lightly around the edges of the leather pants.
"Yohji lift" Aya said and Yohji lifted his hips off the bed to let Aya slid the pants down his legs. His silver thong the only thing covering his furious hard on. Aya slid the pants off of Yohji's legs and slyly ran his hand up Yohji's inner thigh towards his hard member. Yohji moaned and whined as Aya avoided his cock, running his hand instead to his hip where he followed with his soft lips. Aya kissed Yohji on his hip up to his belly button; he dipped his tongue into the little crevice and smiled as Yohji yelped and thrusted.
Someone has a sensitive bellybutton.
He continued kissing his way up the smooth expanse of chest until he reached a pert nipple. Caramel just like he fantasized. He flicked his tongue against the little nub earning another yelp.
Goodness Yohji sure is responsive!
He kissed first one nipple then slid his tongue across to the other nipple. Yohji was a writhing mass of sexual need.
"Ayan please..." Yohji begged, he won't be holding on much longer if Aya dosen't stop teasing him.
"Please what Yotan." Aya slid his hand down to the hem of the silver thong he wore tugging toyfully.
"God Aya please stop teasing me!" Yohji pleaded.
"As you wish." Aya quickly slid the little material off of Yohji's body and placed himself between Yohji's bent knees. Yohji only had a small breath as a warning until a firm tongue, soft lips and a warm cavern engulfed his hardened cock.
He yelped and thrusted needly into Aya's mouth. Aya grabbed Yohji's hips stilling his thrusts to keep from gagging. Yohji whined at the restrictions, clenching his hands on the bed sheets instead of Aya's hair. He was afraid he might pull of that cap of red hair from his lovers head.
Aya sucked and slurped hungrily until he felt Yohji's testicles harden. He let go of Yohji's cock just as Yohji was about to cum.
"AYA!" Yohji screamed as Aya let him go. He was so close! He was so damn close!!
"Don't want to end the fun early do we?" Aya purred and slid his lean body alongside Yohji's. Yohji groaned in frustration.
"Fuck Aya!" He yelled.
"I intend to." Aya said reaching into a drawer beside his bed. He fumbled around until he pulled out what he was looking for. Yohji arched his eyebrow at the little bottle of strawberry lube.
"When the dreams of you become too much." Aya explained. He flipped the cap back and poured a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers. The scent of strawberries reminded him of Yohji's lips and he leaned down to claim said lips again. He reached down with his lubed fingers to Yohji's opening and slid one finger all the way to the knuckle.
Yohji gasped and arched at the feeling of penetration. He's never had sex with a man before. He's only been interested in women until he met Aya. Aya awoke a longing in him he wasn't aware existed until he started having wet erotic dreams of him. He's not entirely sure what's supposed to happen.
He tore away from those delicious lips, "Aya I have to tell you that-" Aya shushed him with his lips. Yohji pulled away again.
"Aya I need to tell you that I've never-"
"Never had sex with a man before right?" Aya said.
"How did you know?" Yohji asked.
"You're tight....down here." Aya said as he slid another finger into Yohji.
Yohji gasped at the feeling of being stretched for something much bigger. Which brings to mind...
"Ayan you're still dressed." Yohji pouted.
Aya smirked, only removing his fingers from Yohji once, he undressed himself with one hand leaving himself gloriously naked. Yohji feasted his eyes on Aya's delicious body.
"You're beautiful." Yohji whispered.
Aya blushed slightly, then added a third finger into Yohji' entrance.
Yohji gasped again and closed his eyes to concentrate on those fingers plunging in and out of his body.
It felt weird. Good but weird.
Aya watched the thoughtful look on Yohji's face turn into pure bliss as he stroke Yohji's prostate. He kept stroking that wonderful spot over and over again eliciting loud moans and yelps from his writhing lover.
Yohji was lost as those fireworks kept exploding around him over and over. Then it was gone.
"No" He whimpered softly, on the verge of crying. A single tear fell from clenched eyelids.
"Yohji look at me." Aya stroke Yohji's cheek with fingertips.
Yohji opened his eyes and watched as Aya coated his erection with lube and then aligned himself between Yohji's legs. He watched as Aya grabbed his cock and aligned it with Yohji's opening. Yohji watched as Aya slowly slid the tip of his cock into his body, the ecstasy on Aya's face was enough to keep his attention from what was happening to him. Totally focused on Aya's face, Yohji watched as Aya slid a little more in. Slowly Aya pushed and then Yohji felt as well as watched as Aya slid his entire cock into Yohji's tight hot body.
Yohji panted as the feeling of something foreign was in him. He clenched and it hurt. He started to panic. It was supposed to feel good not hurt right?
"Yohji relax. You need to relax and it'll feel better." Aya whispered soothingly into his ear. Gently licking the outer shell of his ear.
Breathe! That's the key. Breathe!
Slowly the pain started to fade away as his muscles relaxed. He relaxed completely against the bed, Aya hovering above him.
"Much better." Aya purred into his ear.
Yohji was about to say something when Aya withdrew and then plunged back in a little more forcefully.
"Ahhh!" Was all he could say.
"hn" Aya smirked.
Aya continued thrusting, slow at first but as Yohji pleaded for more he started to go faster. Soon he was pounding his hard cock into Yohji as fast and as hard as he could. The bed lunged with each thrust. The head board slammed against the wall as he pounded into Yohji's ass.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Yohji screamed as Aya kept slamming into his prostate. His balls hardened and he arched his back off the bed as he came harder than he's ever cum before. He screamed Aya's name as loud as he could. Aya paused as Yohji spasmed, his cock trapped in the clenching muscles. When Yohji laid back trembling Aya continued to thrust until he too finally came and he screamed Yohji's name as he shot his seed into Yohji's passage.
Aya pulled out and lay down beside Yohji. Yohji cuddled up next to Aya and threw his arm across the red heads chest. Aya reached down and pulled the blankets around them.
"Yohji-"
"Shhhh" Yohji said softly, he hugged Aya closer to him. "Let's just enjoy this right now please."
Aya nodded then fell asleep with Yohji beside him.
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Aya woke up feeling cold and lonely. He sat up and looked around for Yohji but the tall assassin was nowhere in sight. Feeling hurt and angry he got up and got dressed. He went downstairs and ignored the blushing looks his younger teammates were trying not to give him.
So what if they know or heard. He didn't care.
"I'm opening the shop." He barked out.
The other two wisely didn't respond. It was a Saturday which meant that they closed early and were closed on Sunday. Aya didn't speak to either Ken or Omi only if it was work related. When Omi tried to ask if Aya had seen Yohji, Aya glared icy daggers at him. They younger man 'eeped' and left him alone after that.
It was seven o'clock and Yohji had not been seen or heard of all day. Aya, fed up with Yohji's antics, marched up to his apartment and pounded the door to see if the blond was in.
No answer.
Fed up, he picked the lock and entered the apartment. Clothes were strown all over the place, empty shopping bags, and papers were all over the coffee table and floor. Aya frowned.
Yohji was usually much more organized then this. Mechanically Aya started going through the clothes, blushing at some of Yohji's choices of club outfits. He was going through the papers and letters on the coffee table when a highlighted page made him pick it up.
He paled as he read the paper. Oh God!
He sank into the armchair. His hand flew to his mouth to control the urge to throw up.
Oh God not Yohji! Please not Yohji!
His eyes widened as things started to make more sense to him. The gifts, the confession, the club, that horrible car chase, him...
No not now! Aya berated himself, he'll feel sorry for himself after he finds Yohji. Grabbing the paper Aya ran downstairs and consulted Omi and Ken. Omi almost cried and Ken got really pissed.
"Oh Aya-kun we need to find him!" Omi pleaded.
"But how? He's left Seven here, I know I checked already." Aya yelled angrily.
"His watch." Ken said.
The other two stared at him before Omi remembered. "Oh that's right! Yohji has a tracking device implanted into his weapon. And seeing as how he never takes off his watch..." Omi didn't finish the sentence. He ran to his computer and typed quickly bringing up the location of Yohji.
"Here he is...he's at Tokyo bay." Omi said confused. He continued typing.
"What is it Omi?" Aya asked harshly, worried beyond self control.
"It says here that he's twelve feet below sea level. But that can't be right he'd have to be at the bottom of the oce-" He stopped as the sinking feeling spread through him.
Aya's knees gave way. "Oh god!"
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Yohji stared off into the sunset. Last one for that matter.
Last night was something else. First the club, then the extreme car chase, then Aya....
Actually that last bit with Aya was the best thing to ever happen to him...ever.
But it's not fair to Aya. Yohji wasn't kidding when he said Aya deserved better.
When he woke up this morning wrapped up in Aya's arms, he nearly cried at the pain. Here he finally finds a new love only to have it snatched away. It took him five minutes of moving really slow to get out of bed without waking Aya. He gloomily gathered his clothes and left the apartment. He dressed in his own apartment. He left Seven home because he's pretty sure the cops are still looking for him. So he walked all the way from the Koneko to Tokyo bay.
The sea wind rustled his hair. He washed off the makeup and the remains of sex but he'd left the hair extensions alone. He kind of liked it.
Looking down at his watch, he took it off.
"Won't be needing this anymore." He said and dropped it into the sea. He stood there watching as the weapon sank slowly to the bottom of the sea. He stood there until the sun was completely down and the moon shone brightly against the black of the sea. Unsteadily Yohji climbed the rails of the pier. He stood there teetering with the wind. His arms spread out wide.
Off in the distance the sound of a roaring engine whistled to him but he decided to ignore it.
"It dosen't matter. Nothing matters anymore." He whispered softly against the wind.
The roaring was getting louder. Behind it was the sound of sirens. Yohji smirked.
"Poor bastard, the cops must still be mad from me."
The sounds were getting louder and Yohji was beginning to lose his concentration. Anger flared up within him.
"Fuck it all" He growled and let the wind push him. He fell with nothing but the sounds of the crashing waves and the wind. He hit the water and the sloshing sound engulfed him but not before he heard a definite 'Yohji'.
But it dosen't matter, it was probably the wind. He thought just as the darkness took him.
"YOHJI!!"
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Soft...clean....anticeptical....nani?
Yohji slowly opened his eyes only to shut them from the light. He groaned as he finally registered his battered body. He hurt everywhere.
"Yohji?"
Aya? Aya was here with him?
Yohji slowly opened his eyes and it took him a little time to focus clearly. He saw Aya sitting beside his bed. He looked tired and his face was red. Like he's been crying.
"Hey" Yohji said weakly, trying to lift his hand to brush it against Aya's face only it wouldn't move.
"Hey" Aya replied waterily. He bowed his head and his shoulders trembled.
"Aya?"
"YOU BASTARD!!" Aya yelled at him standing up angrily. He started pacing the room. "Do you know what we went through because of you?"
Yohji flinched.
"We took off in search of you when we figured out your odd behavior. We were worried that you'd stupidly killed yourself only to get there in time to catch you in the process!" Aya huffed still pacing.
"I screamed at you but you either didn't hear me or you simply ignored me, then I had to jump in after you so that you wouldn't die!" Aya stopped to glare at him before continuing to pace.
"Omi damn near had a coronary, and I think Ken went into shock. When I pulled you out you were all blue in the face and I thought...I thought I'd lost you." Aya said. He stopped pacing and covered his face with his hand.
Yohji sat up albeit painfully. "Aya love come here...please." Yohji said softly. Aya wasted no time burying himself into his lover's arms. "Shhhh, now it's alright." Yohji soothed.
Aya pulled back, "But Yohji why?" he asked.
Yohji leaned his weary body back down. "I'm dying Aya. I got a letter from the clinic that did the physical on me. Omi sent me to make sure that I didn't get injected with something harmful from that last mission we had. The paper said I was overdosed on acetmun--acetanmorh-aceta-"
"Acetaminophen?" Aya replied.
"Yeah that one...hey how'd you know?" Yohji asked.
"I found the paper in your apartment. That's how we knew something was wrong. But Yohji you’re not dying." Aya said standing up.
"I'm not?" Yohji asked hopefully.
"No you idiot you're not. I showed the doctor the paper and he tested you. You came up healthy. There's nothing wrong with you." Aya said.
"GREAT!!" Yohji shouted, and then his face fell. "Oh shit!!!" he swore.
"What?" Aya asked.
"I owe a yakuza mob boss 60,000,000,000 yen."
Aya's eyebrows shot up.
Yohji shrugged, "I thought I was gonna die."
"You idiot." Aya mumbled.
"What am I gonna do?" Yohji whined.
Aya walked back over to Yohji and ran a comforting hand through Yohji's blond hair. "Yotan did you forget you it is we work for?"
Yohji's eyes lit up, "Oh yeah."
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"-and that's how one yakuza mob boss was arrested. In other news the continued search for the new owner of the J-League soccer team has yet to be productive. Any information regarding this new owner has been very secretive. The only information we have of this mysterious new owner is through the letters mailed to the J-League with orders of extensive training and renewal of contracts all signed 'HK'. And that's the end of our report back to you Bob-"
"Hey chibi you mind watching the store for a few minutes?" Yohji asked wiping his hands on this apron.
Omi chuckled softly, "Sure Yohji, tell Aya he'd better not be late to work again. If he is I'm holding you responsible!"
Yohji blushed as he walked out of the back door. He climbed the stairs and into his and Aya's apartment. After the whole stupid 'dying' incident Aya demanded Yohji move in with him. Yohji didn't even think twice about it and said yes.
"Ayan where are you my little kitten?" Yohji teased, he knows Aya has a fetish for petnames.
"I'm taking a shower!" Aya called out from the bathroom. Yohji opened the door, a cloud of steam swept by him. He grinned as he started to pull off his shirt.
"Hey you got anymore room in there?" Yohji removed his pants and boxers.
"If I let you in here I'll never be to work on time." Aya said annoyed.
Yohji pulled open the curtain exposing a nude and totally wet Aya.
"Don't worry Omi knows. He's already blaming for it."
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Meanwhile across town.....
Schuldig closed the door behind him. He turned around and walked down the hall. He opened the door to Farfarello's room.
"Hey Farf I got your favorite strawberry cheeseca-" He stopped as he noticed the cloud of smoke.
"Farf what are you doing?" Schuldig asked curiously.
Farfarello sat in his chair with a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.
"I'm smoking and drinking." He said simply.
"Why?"
"Because it says right here that I do." Farfarello said pointing to the letter from the clinic.
"Says who?" Schuldig asked picking up the paper.
"My doctor." Farfarello puffed and swug.
"But you've never smoked or drank before?" Schuldig said confused.
"I know."
"Then why are you doing it now?"
"Because the doctor said not too."
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Owari
by seven maxwell
Disclaimer: Weib Kreuz dosen't belong to me. I just like to play with them from time to time.
AxY
Yaoi
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Have fun!
Got Dizzy Dancing Tango
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"Yohji you're going to see the doctor today. I made the appointment for two o'clock." Omi told him over breakfast. The chibi sat there eating his apples and cinnamon oatmeal. The nasty shit Yohji wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. Just to prove his point Yohji grimaced as Omi took another spoonful into his mouth.
"Why do I have to see the doctor?" Yohji asked, watching hypnotically as Omi slowly lifted his hand for another spoonful of dripping, goopy, slimy oatmeal.
"Because you were the only one to get injured on last night's mission." Omi said.
"But chibi I'm not bleeding anywhere and I didn't break anything" Yohji whined, if there was one thing the lanky blond assassin detested was seeing the doctor.
"No but you were injected with something, I just want to make sure you'll be okay Yohji" Omi said.
"But chibi..." Yohji whined more loudly.
Omi stood up and grabbed his bowl of oatmeal, "No buts Yohji. You're going to see the doctor and that's final." Omi stated, placing the bowl in the sink. He grabbed his book bag by the door. "If I so much as hear that you didn't go..." Omi narrowed his eyes at the older man, "...then I'll make sure Aya escorts you." Omi threatened.
Yohji slunk down in his seat and pouted cutely. "Fine I'll go but you owe me!" Yohji glared at Omi's retreating body as the teenager walked out the door and hopped on his scooter to go to school.
Yohji crossed his arms.
It's not his fault he was injected with that...whatever that green shit was in the syringe. If he hadn't thrown himself in front of Aya, then Farfarello would have nailed the cold red head assassin.
Yohji pouted, a lock of blond hair falling to sit between his eyes. He blew the hair out of his face.
"This sucks."
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"Mr. Kudou please have a seat." The doctor said as he pulled some instruments from a locked cabinet.
Yohji, already feeling stupid sitting in a paper gown with his bare ass exposed for all to see, sat and nervously watched as the doctor pulled out supplies. Tweezers, scissors, files, those tongue thingies, Q-tips, syringes...
Yohji gulped, "Wh-What exactly will you do to me doc?"
The doctor turned around slowly, "Just the usual tests Mr. Kudou. Blood, urine, semen..."
"WHAT?!" Yohji screamed as the doctor crept up to him slowly.
"Relax Mr. Kudou this will be all over soon, just lie back and let me do all the work." The doctor said as he approached the bed and a nervously twitching Yohji.
Screams and shouts coming from behind the closed door echoed throughout the small clinic.
A few minutes later a dressed but slightly limping Yohji stumbled out the door. He rubbed the gauze on his arm dazedly.
The cute nurse at the reception desk noticed, "Oh Mr. Kudou you got some blood work done?" She said sweetly as Yohji dazedly approached her desk.
"Please sign here and we'll have the results to your tests mailed to your home address." She said as she handed him the pen.
Yohji signed absentmindedly dropping the pen with limp fingers as he turned around to walk out of the clinic.
"Have a nice day Mr. Kudou!" The nurse shouted as Yohji crossed the threshold.
The doctor appeared behind her a second after Yohji left. "Nurse please send the next patient in."
"Yes sir." She said as she read the list of patients. "Mr. Farfarello?"
A gold eye peered from behind a magazine of 'Knives 'R' Us'.
"You’re up next."
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Later that night.....
"Oh doctor..." The nurse moaned as the doctor rubbed his hands all over the woman's body.
"Yes nurse? Am I being too...rough?" The doctor grinned evilly.
"Yes deliciously so..." She moaned again.
The doctor lifted the nurse and sat her on his desk right on top of some papers. She slid back and two folders fell spilling papers all over the floor.
"Oops look at what I've done." She said innocently batting her long eyelashes.
"Never mind that I'll have Jerry pick them up later." With that the doctor claimed her mouth and everything else for that matter.
Two hours later a teenager stepped into the doctors’ office and picked up the papers off the ground as he was told to do so. The papers had no names on them just numbers on the top to identify them together. Jerry pilled them according to number and then looked at the empty folders with names. No numbers.
Looking back and fourth at the folders and the papers in his hand, he simply shrugged and placed the papers to whatever folder nearest what pile. He placed the two folders on the desk and turned up the volume on his mp3 player. He bopped his head to loud heavy metal music as he left the office.
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3 days later....
Yohji walked into his apartment holding a cup of coffee and his day’s mail. He kicked the door shut behind him and dropped his mail onto his coffee table. He took off his jacket and threw it across the couch.
He sat down in his armchair savoring the smell and flavor of his caramel macchiato. He took a loving sip and turned to his mail. A manila envelope caught his eye and he picked it up.
'Dr. Ka Vor Kian Clinic'
A shudder ran down Yohji's spine at the memory of that horrible clinic. Slowly and hesitantly Yohji opened the envelope spilling the contents onto the table. Yohji sifted through the papers, skimming them for anything different from his normal records. A highlighted paragraph on one paper caught his attention. Lifting the paper he read the paragraph.
Then blinked.
Then read again.
Then blinked again.
'Mr. Kudou our test have shown us that you have an abnormally large amount of acetaminophen in your blood system. Acetaminophen is an ingredient usually found in over the counter aspirin. Now although acetaminophen is not usually toxic when taken in small amounts, it can be very poisonous when taken in large amounts. Usually aspirin will only contain about 500 to 1000 mg of acetaminophen per pill. It would take a whole bottle of 50 counts to render someone 'drug overdosed' and cause death.
50,000 mg of acetaminophen will cause death in anyone who consumes it. It usually takes up to six hours before the overdose claims its victim. Which is why I'm baffled as to how you are still among the living Mr. Kudou. Your blood results show us that you have about 200,000 mg of acetaminophen. Technically and medically speaking you should by all rights be dead right now.'
Yohji paled and his hands shook.
'Now since you told me that you were injected anonymously at a party, I can only assume that is where you consumed the large amount of the drug. And since you did not die immediately my only diagnose is that you will not live very long. My professional guess is that you most likely will not live through the end of the week. My apologies Mr. Kud-'
Yohji dropped the sheet of paper. It slowly floated down between his feet.
'You will not live very long'
'Not live through the end of the week'
Those thoughts ran through his head like a mantra.
Only a week.
No less than that. Only until Sunday.
Today was Thursday.
Fuck.
Darkness claimed the blond and he slumped back in his arm chair unconscious.
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Across town....
'...are hereby diagnosed healthy. Although your habit of chain smoking and the amount of alcohol consumed should be reduced or better yet broken.'
Farfarello blinked his one gold eye confused.
But he dosen't smoke.
Nor does he drink.
Albeit confused, Farfarello shrugged and tossed the papers over his shoulder. He locked the door to his room and pulled out his favorite knife.
Lifting the knife above his head, he plunged it down.
Right into a strawberry cheesecake.
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"Yohji are you home?" Omi knocked on his teammate’s door. Ken came up behind Omi.
"Hey Omi what's going on?" The brunette soccer player asked.
"I don't know Yohji won't answer the door." Omi said worriedly.
Ken shrugged, "Leave him alone he probably has some date in there and dosen't want to be disturbed."
Omi blushed at the thought of Yohji in the bedroom entertaining someone.
Ken laughed at his friends beat red face. Throwing his arm around the chibi's shoulder he turned them to the door. "Come on I'll buy you an ice cream and we'll see if we can't cool your face back to its normal color."
Hearing the footsteps getting farther away. Yohji opened the door and poked his head out to see if the coast was clear. Seeing no sign of the chibi, the jock or the red head, Yohji snuck out of his apartment quietly and closed the door. In one hand was a small bag in the other was a bottle.
Yohji climbed the stairs leading to the roof and opened the door. He stood on top of the Koneko no sumu Ie facing the lights of Tokyo. He sat down dangling his long legs over the side of the building. He opened the small bag and pulled out a joint. He lit up and inhaled deeply. Immediately he felt better.
He unscrewed the cap to the bottle of Wild Turkey 101 and took a long swig. Feeling the burn of the pure bourbon whiskey pour down his throat and settle in his stomach. The warm feeling of alcohol spread through him like a nice blanket.
He lay down on his back facing the sky.
Flashbacks of the paragraph swam through his head like a goldfish through a clear glass bowl.
He took another puff slowly exhaling.
What a fucked up way to die. He thought.
Here he is an assassin who on countless nights placed himself in immanent danger trying to protect the innocent. And he gets taken down by aspirin of all things!
He propped himself up for a swig of whiskey before lying back down.
Well after passing out like a weak schoolgirl, he'd spent the afternoon trying to understand the reality of his soon to be death.
First, he denied such a thing was possible. No fucking way! That much amount of aceta-what's it called...should have killed him immediately! At least it would have saved him the torture of counting his hours till his doom!
Another puff.
Second, he broke down like a school girl with a skinned knee. The last time he'd cried was when he had to kill Neu. Just all the pain and grief that swept him was unbearable and he'd cried himself to a two hour nap.
Another swig.
Third, his hand hovered over the phone. Thoughts of calling Manx and contacting Kritiker racing through his mind. Maybe...just maybe there'd be a way to save him. Kritiker always has doctors on hand that might know how to keep him from dying. Then he remembered that Kritiker was short on funds hence why he was sent to a public clinic instead of seeing a Kritiker doctor.
Another puff.
Fourth, he was angry as all hell! Cursing up a storm in every language he knew. He tossed things, broke things, kicked things around in a rage of fury. That all ended when he kicked the end of the coffee table...with his socked feet. His toe still hurts.
Another swig.
Finally fifth, he said fuck it. We all die someday; at least he knows now how much time he's got. Might as well make the most of it.
Another puff.
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"Morning Aya!" Omi called out to his silent friend. Aya already up before everyone else, worked on the early morning bouquets and opened the shop. It was Friday, which meant that the weekend was almost here. Which meant that it was the busiest day of the week, which meant that they all had shifts together...all four of them?
Yet as Aya looks around there is only three of them present. The absence of a lazy blond on his shift grits on Aya's nerve.
It was bad enough the blond haunted his dreams but to aggravate his nerve during waking hours was more than he's willing to let slip.
"Where's Yohji?" He asked harshly. Omi smiled totally unfazed by his cold demeanor.
"I'm sure he'll be down soon." Omi said optimistically.
Aya nodded maybe Omi's right. Maybe he just needs to relax, get his thoughts straight. Not think about the annoying blond upstairs that's probably still lying in bed...naked with his hair splayed out around him like a golden halo. The sheets covering only to his hip as the sunlight filters through billowing curtains to shine upon his creamy skin. The warm golden light dancing delicately around his caramel nipples...
Itai!!
Aya winced lightly as he removed the thorn from his palm where he crushed the rose he was holding. A familiar ache in his lower region told him he needed to take care of something....Soon.
He quickly left the other two to mind the store telling them he was going to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Which is true.
He just didn't say how.
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"You sure about this?" The yakuza mob boss asked a smiling Yohji. His minion counted the large wads of yen, once he finished he threw the duffle bag at Yohji's feet.
The mob boss took a large puff from his large cigar. "60,000,000,000 is lot of money. You'd better pay me back. I'll cut off your legs and mail them to your mother if you don't!" The boss said.
Yohji thumbed through a bundle of bills. "No problem boss, you'll get your money back." Yohji said smiling brightly.
The boss leaned forward and took a good look at Yohji. "You’re not sick are you? You better not die on me." He said.
Yohji smiled even brighter, "Let's say no more than you will. Thanks boss!" Yohji picked up the duffle bag and bounced out the boss’s office. He hopped into his sports car Seven and sped into downtown. The first store he went into was a clothing store. He spent at least 120,000,000 on all skimpy clubbing clothes. Next he went into a computer store and bought the most expensive computer there was and all of its components do gadgets. After that he went and bought three authentic Hatori Hanzo swords neatly gift wrapped. The last stop was a law office.
An hour later he left the office smiling and whistling. He hopped back into Seven and took all of his goodies home.
As he parked his car he saw that the usual crowd of fan girls was there. He took all of his goodies upstairs through the back exit and into the mission room. Once finished he went into the flower shop.
"Ladies, ladies please." He said as he strode in.
Aya, Ken and Omi glanced up from the sea of girls at the sound of his voice. Aya glared at Yohji.
Immediately all the girls screamed as they saw their favorite bishounen in the shop. They swarmed over to him as he flirted and toyed with them. Aya glared harder at Yohji flirting.
"Yohji-kun where have you been?! It's three hours past your shift!" Omi demanded.
"Easy chibi I'll tell you later but first..." Yohji stood in the middle of the room. Hands on his hips. "I'd like to make an announcement please..." Yohji spoke up. Everyone in the room got quiet.
"First I'd like to say that while I've had my fun with women and the whole dating thing but I'm going to stop." All the girls in the shop squealed in protest but Yohji simply lifted his hand in silence.
"Second I'd like to say that my closet is now empty." A few confused looks.
"My closet is empty because I am no longer in it." He said.
A few more confused looks and one pair of red eyebrows rising to his hairline.
"I'm gay."
Silence.
Then squeals of protest started again as all the girls were screaming the unjust of gorgeous a bishounen being gay. A few were melting in fantasy of all the yaoi possibilities.
"Um Yohji...what's going on?" A confused and clearly shocked Omi asked quietly.
Ken's jaw dropped to the floor and Aya's face was unreadable, as always.
Yohji shooed all the girls out of the flower shop and closed the door flipping the open sign to closed.
The other members of weib were still in their place as Yohji walked past them.
"Come on guys I got a surprise for ya!" Yohji bellowed behind him as he walked into the mission room.
"Um did anyone understand what just happened here?" Omi asked still confused.
"I think Yohji just admitted to being gay." Ken said, the watering hose still in his hand.
"I think that was obvious by the way he said 'I'm gay' Ken-kun." Omi said mockingly. "Aya-kun what do you think?"
Aya was no where in sight.
"We better see what surprise Yohji has in store for us." Ken said, turning off the water.
In the mission room all four members of weib gathered around Yohji's goodies.
"Okay Omi these packages are yours." Yohji said pointing to the pile of computer stuff.
Omi's eyes widened like saucers.
"Yohji where did you get all this from?!" Omi asked shocked.
"I bought it." Yohji said simply. He turned around leaving a stunned Omi gawking at the boxes.
"Aya these are for you." Yohji said picking up the wrapped swords and handing them to the bewildered assassin.
"Um thanks" Aya sputtered, taking the packages from Yohji's arms. He unwrapped them and nearly dropped them in surprise. Three Hatori Hanzo swords, he held three Hanzo swords!
"Easy Aya they were expensive." Yohji said reading to catch the swords.
Aya really sputtered now, "B-B-But h-how...w-why..." He asked confused.
Yohji smiled at him. Aya's heart thumped loudly in his chest at Yohji's smile.
"Because you deserve only the best." He said as simple as day.
He turned around to Ken leaving a blinking and blushing Aya to himself.
"Ken I was going to get you something soccer related but then I realized that you already have everything soccer related. So instead I got you this." Yohji said taking an envelope from his jacket pocket and handing it to Ken.
"Thanks Yohji." Ken took the plain envelope from Yohji and opened it slowly. He read the paper inside and his eyes widened big. His legs became jelly and he fell to the floor on his butt.
"Ken-kun?" Omi asked worried.
"Yohji...i-is this...” Ken started but couldn't finish.
Yohji grinned at him. "The only thing soccer related that you didn't have was that." Yohji said pointing to the paper clutched tightly in Ken's grip.
"Congratulations Ken you are the single owner of the entire J-League Soccer Team."
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A touch of black eyeliner and there....done.
Yohji stepped away from his vanity dresser and stood in front of his mirror to observe himself.
He looked damn good!
He'd bleached his hair a lighter blond and even added extensions to his shoulder length hair. Making his hair reach done to his lower back.
He wore a sleek, silver sheen low-cut lace top that covered only half his chest, exposing his flat stomach. He wore black leather pants that hugged his every curve. Painted on the leather pants was a pattern of a white belt with painted holsters on the side of his outer thighs. A cowboy look with a sexy top. To finish the look he put on his favorite cowboy hat. He glistened his lips with strawberry gloss and wore his black leather dress boots with a rounded metal tip on the toe.
He put on black eyeliner along with black eye shadow darkening around his eyes to bring out his emerald irises. He dusted his eyebrows with powder to match the color of his hair.
Yup
Damn good!
Yohji smirked at himself then picked up his keys and wad of cash. He stuffed the money into a secret pocket in his leather boots and held onto his keys as he left the apartment. He strutted downstairs only to run into his three teammates.
"Hey guys." He said as all three gaped at his appearance. One was on the verge of drooling.
"Hey Yohji are you...I thought you said you were going to stop dating?" Omi asked.
"I did, but I didn't say I was gonna stop clubbing." Yohji winked at him then he did something they've never seen him do. He giggled as he spun on his heel and strutted his cute ass into the garage.
Two open mouths and one hard on was his answer.
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Yohji pulled up into the parking lot of his favorite club. He parked and strode to the doors of the exclusive club. Bypassing the long line of people hoping to get in Yohji smiled and nodded to the bouncer at the door and simply walked right in as everyone else just gawked at him.
The music was fantastic! Loud thrumming music echoed throughout the whole club. People crowded all around the dance floor and some on top of tables. Sweaty bodies bounced together to the beat of the music. Yohji strode over to the bar avoiding grabby hands and pinches. He bought himself three shots of Bacardi 151 and shot them down like a pro. Even the bartender looked surprised.
He sat there until the alcohol started working through his system. He went and weaved himself onto the dance floor and danced for a good two hours nonstop. He had gathered a crowd towards the end.
The club, 'Dancing Tango' was reputed to be the place of places to be. Everyone would try vigilantly to get in before midnight. The club would be a simple club through most of the evening but at twelve midnight it would close its door to everyone outside and only those inside would experience at hand what the club really about.
At precisely twelve midnight the music stopped and so did everyone inside. The doors to the club shut dramatically loud. The lights switched from strobbing lights to amber waves highlighting the hotspots inside the club. A loud gong was struck and a loud up beat dance tango was being performed by a live band. Alcohol was now on the house and the amber lights started rotating around the club.
Everyone cheered as the first stripper danced her way onstage. She was dressed like a belly dancer. She gyrated her hips in rhythm to the pulsing tango beat. Slowly she began removing veil after veil until she was left in nothing but her thong.
People applauded, catcalls, whistles, shouts were yelled at her complimenting her performance.
Yohji swayed back to the bar, drunk on alcohol and the race of his own heart from dancing. He sat down and ordered his usual. The bartender handed him his three shots of Bacardi 151 and Yohji downed them.
An hour later Yohji, drunk off his ass, started dancing again to the music. He swayed his hips to the tango being played. He grinded his hips in a mimic of the old dance of mating and lost himself in the feeling of alcohol and freedom.
Free that what he was.
No more worries, no more restless nights, no more dreams of death.
Nope no worries here.
So lost in his dancing Yohji was that he didn't see the lavender eyes that had been watching him all night.
Aya sat in a table away from Yohji but close enough to keep an eye on him. He watched as Yohji danced and drunk the night away. On some occasions he had to adjust his pants as they got tight watching Yohji on some of his more exotic moves. He watched as Yohji danced a fresh flush on his face.
Yohji was getting hot and sweaty dancing between all these bodies. He glanced up and saw that there was no stripper on stage and that some of the patrons were dancing on the catwalk.
Yohji slithered his way on stage. Much better, more room. Yohji started dancing again unaware that all eyes started watching him. Everyone else on the catwalk quickly left to watch from the sides like everyone else.
Aya's eyebrows rose as he saw what Yohji was doing. He nearly dropped his ginger ale as Yohji started running his hands all over his body.
Yohji ran his hands all over himself. The tingling feeling of his fingers on his sweaty skin left him wanting more. Yohji shook his head side to side with the drum beat of the tango. His eyes only slits from all the alcohol. His parted lips from his panting from dancing. His long wavy blond hair flew around him every time he shook his head.
Yohji raised his arms up above his head before turning around and running his hands down the sides of his body. Everyone watched, drooling as Yohji slowly bent forward to rub his hands down his outer thigh only to slide them back up in his inner thigh.
Aya sat stunned as he watched Yohji bend forward. Oh god what he wouldn't kill just for a piece of that ass.
Yohji turned around to face the crowd again and shook his ass Hawaiian style to the racing drums of the tango beat. His hair floating around him. Sweat glistening his skin to catch in the amber lights.
Hot, he was too hot. Yohji, in his drunken mind, knew of only one solution to escape the heat. He moved his fingers to the catch of his leather pants.
Deafening cheers from the crowd only made him more wanton and he undid the first catch. Catcalls were shouted on stage to him and Yohji smiled and licked his lips seductively as he undid the second and third catch. The fly to his pants was halfway undone and you could see the silver material of his thong.
As the last catch was undone, people went crazy and two big guys jumped on stage and grabbed Yohji's arms. One slid up behind Yohji and melded his groin to Yohji's firm ass. The other still holding Yohji's arm slid his other hand down the front of Yohji's pants to grab his aching hard on.
Yohji gasped and closed his eyes as the large man grabbed his erection.
Aya immediately sprung out of his seat as he saw those guys jump on stage. He quickly jumped on stage and struck the large man behind Yohji on the back of his neck. The guy went down easily.
Bereft of the stability behind him Yohji stumbled and fell into Aya's arms. The man in front growled at Aya.
"We got here first." He hissed.
Aya turned on his icy glare, even more powerful when in possessive mode.
"He's my boyfriend. Touch him again and I'll kill you." He growled at the man. Picking up Yohji in a cradle style hold, Aya walked off the stage and ignoring all the boo's and angry stares he exited the 'Dancing Tango'.
If he'd known what Yohji was going to do something like that tonight. Aya would have tied him down into his bed and had had his way with him. His dick was still hard from watching Yohji dance erotically.
Yohji came to his senses just as a fresh breeze made his skin shiver. He realized he wasn't in the club anymore and tried to understand why. The next thing he realized was that he was in someone's arms. The scent of spice and jasmine tea immediately hit him and he had a sense of dejavu but couldn't understand why. That is until he opens his eyes to come face to face with lavender ones.
Aya seeing Yohji was now awake quickly set him down on his feet. Yohji stumbled a bit and latched onto Aya's arm.
"What're doin' 'ere Ayan?" Yohji slurred. His body still swayed from the alcohol and the adrenaline of dancing. His grip on Aya's arm a little lax.
Aya blushed at the petname. "I followed you here after you left in that...outfit." Aya said coldly. Still he hardened even more every time he looked at Yohji in those tight pants that were still undone.
"Would you please refasten the catches to your pants." Aya growled.
"huh?" Yohji looked down and saw the gap in his pants. Slowly he tried to fasten them but his fingers stumbled around and he started seeing everything double. He swayed and leaned against the brick wall of the club.
Slim long fingers knocked his hands away from his pants and refastened the catches. A grumble of profanities wafted to his ears and he smiled seductively.
"Ne Ayan are you...happy?" The question was innocent yet so provocative that Aya stumbled back and looked both caught and confused.
Yohji smiled evilly in his head; slowly he stalked up the surprised Aya and ran his fingers lightly up Aya's arm. He grabbed Aya's bicep and quickly and firmly spun them around so that he pinned Aya against the brick wall.
Aya gasped as he found himself pinned between Yohji and the wall. Between a rock and a hard place.
"Yohji what are yo-" Aya was silenced by a pair of sweet strawberry lips. Yohji's body melded against him in every right way. His rock hard erection briefly brushed against Yohji's and Aya gasped at the sensation. Yohji plunged his tongue in at the opportunity and started eating away at Aya's delectable mouth. Aya moaned deeply and his eyes shut as his wildest fantasy finally came true.
Yohji's long hair hung around them like a curtain. Shutting everything away from them.
Aya started grinding his hips against Yohji's and the older man moaned loudly. Aya's heart raced with the feeling of Yohji's half exposed body rubbing against his.
Suddenly everything was gone.
Aya lurched forward with the pain of loss. He looked up to find Yohji hiding his face behind his hands. His body shaking erratically.
Concerned Aya stood up.
"Yohji what's wrong?" He asked gently.
"I-I can't do this." Yohji admitted.
Aya's heart sunk, "I-It's alright, I knew this was a bad idea that's why I stayed away for so long. I knew we-it would never work out-"
"I-I can't do this to you Aya." Yohji said now revealing his face. "You deserve so much better." With that he took off running leaving a stunned and bewildered Aya. Aya realizing to late that Yohji was gone went racing after him only to be passed by a speeding Seven.
Shit! Fuck!
Aya raced off to his Porsche and hauled ass trailing Yohji. He drove in the direction Yohji took off but the road forked and Yohji was nowhere in sight.
Goddammit!!
Aya mentally cursed himself.
He drove around for ten minutes until the sounds of multiple sirens could be heard off in the distance. Following instinct Aya headed towards the sounds and caught a glimpse of eight or nine police cars following what Aya could only blanche as Seven.
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"WHOOOOOO!!!!" Yohji yelled at the top of his lungs.
Just ten minutes ago he was willing to just party his life away, but now instead he's decided to go out in a bang.
After kissing his long time crush, Yohji finally had nothing left to hold him back. No remorse or regrets. Leaving Aya behind was the hardest thing he's had to do but he had to do it. It's not fair to Aya.
So hopping in his beloved car Yohji took off at high speeds. He swerved around the road just having fun until he spotted a cop behind him. Not about to be pulled over just yet Yohji put the pedal to the meddle and hauled ass. The tires screeching as his engine roared with the amount of power his car was packing.
Seven had been souped up for getaways and that was exactly what he was going to do. Get away.
The cop still pursing behind him, Yohji swerved onto the freeway and pushed the car to 98 mph. The cop radioed in for reinforcement and soon he had about nine cops chasing him. Their sirens alerting everyone in front of him to get out of the way. They did and he went faster.
Yohji laughed out loud.
Aya drove onto the freeway racing his car until he reached the cops trailing Yohji.
He glanced at the speedometer and nearly had a shit fit! Yohji was pushing over a hundred miles per hour and he was drunk!
Studying the cars of the local police Aya knew they'll never catch up to Yohji. Seven and Aya's Porsche were specifically fixed on so to outrun cars like those of the police. The only one who can catch Yohji is Aya himself.
Slamming the gas pedal down Aya's turbo car shot off and he passed the cops. They glared at him as he passed them by; some started trailing him thinking he was an accomplice. Which is true enough.
Yohji laughed as he drove on in a racing speed. He loved the feeling of the wind whipping his hair around the sound of the loud engine roaring made him hard and horny.
A loud honk drew his attention and he glanced at the side mirror only to spot a white Porsche trailing behind him. An angry red head in the driver's seat.
Yohji sobered a bit. So Aya wanted to play did he? Well let's see if he has the balls to play follow the leader.
Yohji floored the pedal again and sped off, Aya followed closely behind him.
Yohji swerved in and out of traffic, barely dodging cars as he passed them. Aya kept right on his tail. Yohji grinned and swerved onto the shoulder lane. Aya followed behind him and bumped him, smirking as Yohji glared at him through the rearview mirror.
Come on baby give me what you got.
Yohji swerved Seven back onto the center lane and waited for Aya to follow. Aya didn't let him down.
Yohji exited the freeway, pushing 90 on the curving exit ramp. His car bumped the wall twice as he drifted with the speed of his cornering.
Aya followed much slower than Yohji. He wasn't about to fuck up his car.
Yohji ran the red light at the end of the ramp and hopped on the opposite lane only to take the ramp up heading in the opposite direction.
Aya now a little shocked at Yohji's driving followed more out of worry now than playfulness. Meanwhile the cops tried valiantly to keep up but their cars weren't fast enough, they called in air patrol.
A helicopter followed the two racing cars driving in the opposite direction of incoming traffic. The spotlight shone down on Yohji first than Aya. Yohji drove on as Aya followed behind him.
Son of a bitch! Yohji cursed as the spotlight hit him again. Fucking cops! He swerved onto the exit ramp and barely managed to avoid a head-on with a Mitsubishi. Aya followed closely and only managed to escape a head-on with the same Mitsubishi by only a nick.
Yohji raced along the streets avoiding cars right and left. He pulled the ebrake and fishtailed a corner and sped up. Aya chased him trying to keep up with Yohji. He'd underestimated the older mans driving skill. He never knew Yohji was such an apt racer.
The helicopter tried to keep up as well but with buildings getting in the way and the ground patrols unable to keep up they were losing sight of both the roaster and the Porsche. Yohji drove in an erratic trail of sharp turns and fast straight-aways. Aya barely kept up with the racing member of weib. He was unsure of what Yohji was up to until he recognized the area around him.
Yohji spotting his goal fishtailed another corner and raced into the garage of the Koneko no sumu Ie. Aya did the same just barely missing the helicopter. Aya hopped out of his car fast and shut the door to the garage. He leaned against the garage door and listened aptly to the sounds of the sirens leaving and the helicopter fading. He slumped down as he released the breath he was holding.
Yohji stumbled out of his car and fell forward leaning against Aya's. Aya got up and glanced at Yohji, both lavender and emerald faced off.
"You stupid son of a b-"
"You fuc-"
"How could you jus-"
"Why did you foll-"
"Do you know how bad you scar-"
"Why did you kiss me?" They said simultaneously.
Yohji blinked and Aya blushed.
"You kissed me." Aya said matter of fact; he crossed his arms in frustration.
"Yeah well you said that I was your boyfriend!" Yohji spat back.
"I only did that to get those guys off of you!" Aya countered.
"Why did you follow me?" Yohji asked angrily.
"Why did you leave dressed like that?!" Aya queried.
"I'll dress however I damn well please!" Yohji hissed.
"You look like a slut!" Aya hissed back.
Yohji stepped up to Aya only a few inches apart from the furious red head.
"Fuck you" He growled.
"No fuck you!" Aya hissed and reached up to grab Yohji's head. He plunged into Yohji's warm sweet strawberry flavored mouth. Yohji responded immediately and grabbed Aya's flanks with both hands.
Aya growled possessively and pulled his mouth away.
"Upstairs...NOW!" He ordered. He grabbed Yohji's hand and pulled him roughly behind heading to his apartment.
They reached Aya's apartment and Aya fumbled with his keys as Yohji fondled him from behind. Finally getting the door open he yanked Yohji in and slammed the door shut locking it,
He pinned Yohji against the door and claimed those sweet lips again. Yohji moaned and rubbed himself wantonly against Aya's hard erection. Aya ran his hands down Yohji's side and grabbed those long legs to wrap around him. Yohji gasped as his erection rubbed against Aya's much more now that there was nothing between them but a few straps of clothes.
Aya grabbed the front of Yohji's shirt and ripped the small delicate fabric off Yohji's chest. Yohji's lust sparked higher at Aya's animalistic behavior.
Aya wrapped his arms around Yohji and spun around to head towards the bedroom. He kicked the door open and walked to the large queen size bed. He dropped Yohji onto it and gazed at his lover with lust filled eyes. Yohji panted with anticipation as he felt Aya's eyes roaming all over his body. Feeling extremely turned on and kinky Yohji spread his legs open and reveled as Aya gasped. He rubbed his hard on through the fabric of his leather pants. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he started to grind his hips in a fucking motion. He licked his lips and slitted his eyes to catch the looks of lust on Aya's face.
Aya was about to cum just watching Yohji rub himself. He licked his lips at the same time as Yohji and his breath hitched as one of those long pale slender fingers slid smoothly between pink lips.
Yohji moaned mainly from Aya's fierce expressions of lust than for his own attempts of masturbating. He hungrily sucked on his index finger making sure to make all the slurping noises that normally turn him on. Sure enough Aya had enough and pounced on Yohji.
Aya grabbed on to Yohji's slender body and swiftly unfastened the catches to Yohji's pants. Once done he slid his hand beneath the leather and grabbed a hold of a hard erection. Yohji arched into his touch and his long blond hair fell around him as he tossed his head back in ecstasy.
Yohji thrust into Aya's hand moaning and clutching the sheets beneath him. Aya let go of him and he nearly cried in frustration. Those skilled fingers traced his skin lightly around the edges of the leather pants.
"Yohji lift" Aya said and Yohji lifted his hips off the bed to let Aya slid the pants down his legs. His silver thong the only thing covering his furious hard on. Aya slid the pants off of Yohji's legs and slyly ran his hand up Yohji's inner thigh towards his hard member. Yohji moaned and whined as Aya avoided his cock, running his hand instead to his hip where he followed with his soft lips. Aya kissed Yohji on his hip up to his belly button; he dipped his tongue into the little crevice and smiled as Yohji yelped and thrusted.
Someone has a sensitive bellybutton.
He continued kissing his way up the smooth expanse of chest until he reached a pert nipple. Caramel just like he fantasized. He flicked his tongue against the little nub earning another yelp.
Goodness Yohji sure is responsive!
He kissed first one nipple then slid his tongue across to the other nipple. Yohji was a writhing mass of sexual need.
"Ayan please..." Yohji begged, he won't be holding on much longer if Aya dosen't stop teasing him.
"Please what Yotan." Aya slid his hand down to the hem of the silver thong he wore tugging toyfully.
"God Aya please stop teasing me!" Yohji pleaded.
"As you wish." Aya quickly slid the little material off of Yohji's body and placed himself between Yohji's bent knees. Yohji only had a small breath as a warning until a firm tongue, soft lips and a warm cavern engulfed his hardened cock.
He yelped and thrusted needly into Aya's mouth. Aya grabbed Yohji's hips stilling his thrusts to keep from gagging. Yohji whined at the restrictions, clenching his hands on the bed sheets instead of Aya's hair. He was afraid he might pull of that cap of red hair from his lovers head.
Aya sucked and slurped hungrily until he felt Yohji's testicles harden. He let go of Yohji's cock just as Yohji was about to cum.
"AYA!" Yohji screamed as Aya let him go. He was so close! He was so damn close!!
"Don't want to end the fun early do we?" Aya purred and slid his lean body alongside Yohji's. Yohji groaned in frustration.
"Fuck Aya!" He yelled.
"I intend to." Aya said reaching into a drawer beside his bed. He fumbled around until he pulled out what he was looking for. Yohji arched his eyebrow at the little bottle of strawberry lube.
"When the dreams of you become too much." Aya explained. He flipped the cap back and poured a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers. The scent of strawberries reminded him of Yohji's lips and he leaned down to claim said lips again. He reached down with his lubed fingers to Yohji's opening and slid one finger all the way to the knuckle.
Yohji gasped and arched at the feeling of penetration. He's never had sex with a man before. He's only been interested in women until he met Aya. Aya awoke a longing in him he wasn't aware existed until he started having wet erotic dreams of him. He's not entirely sure what's supposed to happen.
He tore away from those delicious lips, "Aya I have to tell you that-" Aya shushed him with his lips. Yohji pulled away again.
"Aya I need to tell you that I've never-"
"Never had sex with a man before right?" Aya said.
"How did you know?" Yohji asked.
"You're tight....down here." Aya said as he slid another finger into Yohji.
Yohji gasped at the feeling of being stretched for something much bigger. Which brings to mind...
"Ayan you're still dressed." Yohji pouted.
Aya smirked, only removing his fingers from Yohji once, he undressed himself with one hand leaving himself gloriously naked. Yohji feasted his eyes on Aya's delicious body.
"You're beautiful." Yohji whispered.
Aya blushed slightly, then added a third finger into Yohji' entrance.
Yohji gasped again and closed his eyes to concentrate on those fingers plunging in and out of his body.
It felt weird. Good but weird.
Aya watched the thoughtful look on Yohji's face turn into pure bliss as he stroke Yohji's prostate. He kept stroking that wonderful spot over and over again eliciting loud moans and yelps from his writhing lover.
Yohji was lost as those fireworks kept exploding around him over and over. Then it was gone.
"No" He whimpered softly, on the verge of crying. A single tear fell from clenched eyelids.
"Yohji look at me." Aya stroke Yohji's cheek with fingertips.
Yohji opened his eyes and watched as Aya coated his erection with lube and then aligned himself between Yohji's legs. He watched as Aya grabbed his cock and aligned it with Yohji's opening. Yohji watched as Aya slowly slid the tip of his cock into his body, the ecstasy on Aya's face was enough to keep his attention from what was happening to him. Totally focused on Aya's face, Yohji watched as Aya slid a little more in. Slowly Aya pushed and then Yohji felt as well as watched as Aya slid his entire cock into Yohji's tight hot body.
Yohji panted as the feeling of something foreign was in him. He clenched and it hurt. He started to panic. It was supposed to feel good not hurt right?
"Yohji relax. You need to relax and it'll feel better." Aya whispered soothingly into his ear. Gently licking the outer shell of his ear.
Breathe! That's the key. Breathe!
Slowly the pain started to fade away as his muscles relaxed. He relaxed completely against the bed, Aya hovering above him.
"Much better." Aya purred into his ear.
Yohji was about to say something when Aya withdrew and then plunged back in a little more forcefully.
"Ahhh!" Was all he could say.
"hn" Aya smirked.
Aya continued thrusting, slow at first but as Yohji pleaded for more he started to go faster. Soon he was pounding his hard cock into Yohji as fast and as hard as he could. The bed lunged with each thrust. The head board slammed against the wall as he pounded into Yohji's ass.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Yohji screamed as Aya kept slamming into his prostate. His balls hardened and he arched his back off the bed as he came harder than he's ever cum before. He screamed Aya's name as loud as he could. Aya paused as Yohji spasmed, his cock trapped in the clenching muscles. When Yohji laid back trembling Aya continued to thrust until he too finally came and he screamed Yohji's name as he shot his seed into Yohji's passage.
Aya pulled out and lay down beside Yohji. Yohji cuddled up next to Aya and threw his arm across the red heads chest. Aya reached down and pulled the blankets around them.
"Yohji-"
"Shhhh" Yohji said softly, he hugged Aya closer to him. "Let's just enjoy this right now please."
Aya nodded then fell asleep with Yohji beside him.
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Aya woke up feeling cold and lonely. He sat up and looked around for Yohji but the tall assassin was nowhere in sight. Feeling hurt and angry he got up and got dressed. He went downstairs and ignored the blushing looks his younger teammates were trying not to give him.
So what if they know or heard. He didn't care.
"I'm opening the shop." He barked out.
The other two wisely didn't respond. It was a Saturday which meant that they closed early and were closed on Sunday. Aya didn't speak to either Ken or Omi only if it was work related. When Omi tried to ask if Aya had seen Yohji, Aya glared icy daggers at him. They younger man 'eeped' and left him alone after that.
It was seven o'clock and Yohji had not been seen or heard of all day. Aya, fed up with Yohji's antics, marched up to his apartment and pounded the door to see if the blond was in.
No answer.
Fed up, he picked the lock and entered the apartment. Clothes were strown all over the place, empty shopping bags, and papers were all over the coffee table and floor. Aya frowned.
Yohji was usually much more organized then this. Mechanically Aya started going through the clothes, blushing at some of Yohji's choices of club outfits. He was going through the papers and letters on the coffee table when a highlighted page made him pick it up.
He paled as he read the paper. Oh God!
He sank into the armchair. His hand flew to his mouth to control the urge to throw up.
Oh God not Yohji! Please not Yohji!
His eyes widened as things started to make more sense to him. The gifts, the confession, the club, that horrible car chase, him...
No not now! Aya berated himself, he'll feel sorry for himself after he finds Yohji. Grabbing the paper Aya ran downstairs and consulted Omi and Ken. Omi almost cried and Ken got really pissed.
"Oh Aya-kun we need to find him!" Omi pleaded.
"But how? He's left Seven here, I know I checked already." Aya yelled angrily.
"His watch." Ken said.
The other two stared at him before Omi remembered. "Oh that's right! Yohji has a tracking device implanted into his weapon. And seeing as how he never takes off his watch..." Omi didn't finish the sentence. He ran to his computer and typed quickly bringing up the location of Yohji.
"Here he is...he's at Tokyo bay." Omi said confused. He continued typing.
"What is it Omi?" Aya asked harshly, worried beyond self control.
"It says here that he's twelve feet below sea level. But that can't be right he'd have to be at the bottom of the oce-" He stopped as the sinking feeling spread through him.
Aya's knees gave way. "Oh god!"
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Yohji stared off into the sunset. Last one for that matter.
Last night was something else. First the club, then the extreme car chase, then Aya....
Actually that last bit with Aya was the best thing to ever happen to him...ever.
But it's not fair to Aya. Yohji wasn't kidding when he said Aya deserved better.
When he woke up this morning wrapped up in Aya's arms, he nearly cried at the pain. Here he finally finds a new love only to have it snatched away. It took him five minutes of moving really slow to get out of bed without waking Aya. He gloomily gathered his clothes and left the apartment. He dressed in his own apartment. He left Seven home because he's pretty sure the cops are still looking for him. So he walked all the way from the Koneko to Tokyo bay.
The sea wind rustled his hair. He washed off the makeup and the remains of sex but he'd left the hair extensions alone. He kind of liked it.
Looking down at his watch, he took it off.
"Won't be needing this anymore." He said and dropped it into the sea. He stood there watching as the weapon sank slowly to the bottom of the sea. He stood there until the sun was completely down and the moon shone brightly against the black of the sea. Unsteadily Yohji climbed the rails of the pier. He stood there teetering with the wind. His arms spread out wide.
Off in the distance the sound of a roaring engine whistled to him but he decided to ignore it.
"It dosen't matter. Nothing matters anymore." He whispered softly against the wind.
The roaring was getting louder. Behind it was the sound of sirens. Yohji smirked.
"Poor bastard, the cops must still be mad from me."
The sounds were getting louder and Yohji was beginning to lose his concentration. Anger flared up within him.
"Fuck it all" He growled and let the wind push him. He fell with nothing but the sounds of the crashing waves and the wind. He hit the water and the sloshing sound engulfed him but not before he heard a definite 'Yohji'.
But it dosen't matter, it was probably the wind. He thought just as the darkness took him.
"YOHJI!!"
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Soft...clean....anticeptical....nani?
Yohji slowly opened his eyes only to shut them from the light. He groaned as he finally registered his battered body. He hurt everywhere.
"Yohji?"
Aya? Aya was here with him?
Yohji slowly opened his eyes and it took him a little time to focus clearly. He saw Aya sitting beside his bed. He looked tired and his face was red. Like he's been crying.
"Hey" Yohji said weakly, trying to lift his hand to brush it against Aya's face only it wouldn't move.
"Hey" Aya replied waterily. He bowed his head and his shoulders trembled.
"Aya?"
"YOU BASTARD!!" Aya yelled at him standing up angrily. He started pacing the room. "Do you know what we went through because of you?"
Yohji flinched.
"We took off in search of you when we figured out your odd behavior. We were worried that you'd stupidly killed yourself only to get there in time to catch you in the process!" Aya huffed still pacing.
"I screamed at you but you either didn't hear me or you simply ignored me, then I had to jump in after you so that you wouldn't die!" Aya stopped to glare at him before continuing to pace.
"Omi damn near had a coronary, and I think Ken went into shock. When I pulled you out you were all blue in the face and I thought...I thought I'd lost you." Aya said. He stopped pacing and covered his face with his hand.
Yohji sat up albeit painfully. "Aya love come here...please." Yohji said softly. Aya wasted no time burying himself into his lover's arms. "Shhhh, now it's alright." Yohji soothed.
Aya pulled back, "But Yohji why?" he asked.
Yohji leaned his weary body back down. "I'm dying Aya. I got a letter from the clinic that did the physical on me. Omi sent me to make sure that I didn't get injected with something harmful from that last mission we had. The paper said I was overdosed on acetmun--acetanmorh-aceta-"
"Acetaminophen?" Aya replied.
"Yeah that one...hey how'd you know?" Yohji asked.
"I found the paper in your apartment. That's how we knew something was wrong. But Yohji you’re not dying." Aya said standing up.
"I'm not?" Yohji asked hopefully.
"No you idiot you're not. I showed the doctor the paper and he tested you. You came up healthy. There's nothing wrong with you." Aya said.
"GREAT!!" Yohji shouted, and then his face fell. "Oh shit!!!" he swore.
"What?" Aya asked.
"I owe a yakuza mob boss 60,000,000,000 yen."
Aya's eyebrows shot up.
Yohji shrugged, "I thought I was gonna die."
"You idiot." Aya mumbled.
"What am I gonna do?" Yohji whined.
Aya walked back over to Yohji and ran a comforting hand through Yohji's blond hair. "Yotan did you forget you it is we work for?"
Yohji's eyes lit up, "Oh yeah."
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"-and that's how one yakuza mob boss was arrested. In other news the continued search for the new owner of the J-League soccer team has yet to be productive. Any information regarding this new owner has been very secretive. The only information we have of this mysterious new owner is through the letters mailed to the J-League with orders of extensive training and renewal of contracts all signed 'HK'. And that's the end of our report back to you Bob-"
"Hey chibi you mind watching the store for a few minutes?" Yohji asked wiping his hands on this apron.
Omi chuckled softly, "Sure Yohji, tell Aya he'd better not be late to work again. If he is I'm holding you responsible!"
Yohji blushed as he walked out of the back door. He climbed the stairs and into his and Aya's apartment. After the whole stupid 'dying' incident Aya demanded Yohji move in with him. Yohji didn't even think twice about it and said yes.
"Ayan where are you my little kitten?" Yohji teased, he knows Aya has a fetish for petnames.
"I'm taking a shower!" Aya called out from the bathroom. Yohji opened the door, a cloud of steam swept by him. He grinned as he started to pull off his shirt.
"Hey you got anymore room in there?" Yohji removed his pants and boxers.
"If I let you in here I'll never be to work on time." Aya said annoyed.
Yohji pulled open the curtain exposing a nude and totally wet Aya.
"Don't worry Omi knows. He's already blaming for it."
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Meanwhile across town.....
Schuldig closed the door behind him. He turned around and walked down the hall. He opened the door to Farfarello's room.
"Hey Farf I got your favorite strawberry cheeseca-" He stopped as he noticed the cloud of smoke.
"Farf what are you doing?" Schuldig asked curiously.
Farfarello sat in his chair with a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.
"I'm smoking and drinking." He said simply.
"Why?"
"Because it says right here that I do." Farfarello said pointing to the letter from the clinic.
"Says who?" Schuldig asked picking up the paper.
"My doctor." Farfarello puffed and swug.
"But you've never smoked or drank before?" Schuldig said confused.
"I know."
"Then why are you doing it now?"
"Because the doctor said not too."
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Owari