Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In Two ❯ Chapter 2
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Shounen / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.19.2014 | Pages: 13 | Words: 10.5K | Visits: 536 | Status: Completed
When Aya returned with the doctor, the doctor said, "There's nothing broken," and Aya gave Yoji an "I told you so" look.
"Doesn't mean it's not bad for what it is," Yoji answered. "What are we dealing with?"
The doctor prescribed rest, ice, compression, elevation, and prescription painkillers. Somebody must've told the doctor about Aya since the guy made sure Aya knew the painkillers were anti-inflammatory and thus a good tool to help his arm get better faster, not just something weak people took for the kind of pain tough guys didn't need medication to deal with. Maybe this doctor had gotten Aya before; Yoji didn't pay much attention to the individual characteristics of Kritiker doctors at the hospital aside from whether they looked and dressed like actual doctors or were hot chicks. It made sense to compile a database of the team's medical history and foibles but for some reason that felt kind of sinister to Yoji tonight.
Had Aya ever dealt with this doctor for his sister's care? These days Weiß knew the sister-based reasons why Aya hated hospitals and hated taking medications and had greater personal experience of the mind games Kritiker sometimes liked to play but....
Damn, Yoji felt paranoid tonight. Did Aya go through life doing this 24/7? Yoji hated it, since having all these suspicions felt a little like spiders walking through his brain. Had a little dirty dancing with Aya really turned his entire world upside-down?
Yoji usually didn't let this stuff ruffle him. Life was easier to get through when you didn't care. An Aya-sounding voice in his mind--and since when did he have an Aya voice in there?--told him that people took advantage of you easier when you didn't care. Seriously, who knew that just dancing with him could infect a guy like this?
He couldn't stop looking at Aya though, the juxtaposition of the blousy white with blue print hospital gown with the skintight, sleek, shiny black leather trousers and studded choker with O-ring. Something about Aya's expression suggested that he didn't know whether to enjoy Yoji staring at him or castigate him for it, and yay that Yoji could read his face that well, something he often struggled with.
"Are we done here?" Aya asked the doctor.
"You're good to go. Make sure to take the painkiller as directed before you go to sleep tonight. It'll help you rest easier, which will help you heal easier," the doctor said as he left the room.
Looking at the glossy black top he'd recently struggled out of, Aya just barely held back a sigh. Yoji said, "You don't have to put it back on. You could just put your coat on and zip it up."
"It doesn't seem... proper," Aya replied as he leaned forward to let his hospital gown just fall off him instead of doing something with his left arm to take it off, showing how badly it must have hurt to move.
"It's 4 a.m. and we're going straight home, so who cares?" Yoji held up the coat in a way that would help Aya get into it, again mirroring Aya's earlier chivalric gesture of trying to help Yoji into his. Had that really been just a few hours ago? "Don't worry; I know you're not the woman."
Maybe their time together tonight had mellowed him or maybe Aya felt too tired and too much in pain to get pissy and particular about it, because he unexpectedly just let Yoji help him put it on and even zip it up. Already deep in Aya's personal space, he also smoothed down Aya's disheveled hair and enjoyed its softness. It smelled good too. Although Aya obviously pondered smacking Yoji for taking liberties, in the end he didn't resort to violence, just picked up the personal effects bag that contained his comm equipment, bracelets, and shirt.
Fatigue really started to catch up with Yoji too, so he didn't mind the car ride home being quiet and didn't try to start a conversation. When they made it inside the building, Omi darted up from where he'd been napping in a chair and asked, "How did it go?"
"It's not broken," Aya answered as he took off his boots on his own, easy since they just pulled off instead of needing unzipping or laces untied. "The doctor wants me to RICE it and take an anti-inflammatory painkiller." Yoji unzipped his coat for him, earning a look of mingled annoyance and gratitude.
"Which you will do," Omi said in a steely tone.
"...which I'll do."
"Neither of you should worry about getting up for work tomorrow because I've decided not to open the shop today either. Get some sleep; you guys have definitely earned it."
"When we're all more awake in the near future, I'd like to discuss integrating a sling into our undercover work more often. It looks like we would've gotten a nibble from our target earlier if one of us had gone in wearing one, looking vulnerable. It'd be even better for us if the sling is just for show."
"That sounds like a good idea. Thanks, Aya."
"Go to bed, Omi."
"Yeah. Good night!"
Once Omi left, Yoji and Aya just continued to stand around aimlessly in the dim room for another few minutes, too tired to think or move. Finally Yoji said, "Bed, Aya."
"Yours or mine?" Aya answered, blowing Yoji's mind.
"Are you still high?"
"No."
"If you're messing with me...."
"A little, but mostly not."
Although Yoji's mind still stuttered over the concept a bit, his cock rose and his mouth bantered by reflex, asking, "What are we even capable of in the state we're in?"
"We won't know unless we try. Besides," Aya looked simultaneously sultry, annoyed, and a little embarrassed, "tonight I can't get my trousers off by myself. And I'm sure that's a line you've used before."
"No, but it's a good one! Especially at the times when I've had a little too much and actually could use the assistance."
Aya had actually asked for help! His help! That almost shocked Yoji even more than Aya boldly coming on to him had.
"If I killed myself trying to take off my own pants one-handed, I'd haunt you."
Although it didn't strike Yoji as all that funny, he managed to keep his tone light as he answered, "Since I already have enough ghosts haunting me, I don't want that."
"So yes or no? I'm hitting the limits of how far I'm willing to abase myself to convince you."
Knowing that Aya would kill him for snickering, Yoji controlled himself and just replied, "Yes, to my bed."
Aya shrugged his coat off, leaving him bare-chested, which somehow hit Yoji so much harder than when he'd seen it at the hospital. Maybe the context made a difference, since hospital lighting wasn't as flattering, hospitals made Aya feel stressed out, and Aya had only gotten partially undressed for the doctor to tend to his injuries, not for Yoji's delectation and so not sexy. This time Aya undressed for him. Still, it confused Yoji to react this way to a bare male chest, which he got to see often and which didn't have boobs, one of Yoji's favorite things in the world. Aya did have a slim waist though, and even with the scars and male equipment he looked so pretty that he made girls jealous. Yoji loved pretty things....
Yoji set his hands on Aya's waist, on the hot bare skin just above his belt, and leaned in for a kiss. Aya moved closer to him to get that kiss started, his soft lips still tasty like the spicy/sweet cinnamon-y/minty lip polish he'd applied earlier. Although it started off light and nearly chaste, the kiss soon deepened into a searing, hungry tangling of tongues. Aya pulled him in closer, so close that their hardening cocks rubbed against each other, feeling electric despite the two layers of leather between them. Needing to breathe, Yoji separated their mouths and nuzzled and kissed parts of Aya's neck instead. To his surprise, Aya let out a soft, needy little moan at the contact. Who'd guess Aya would be not just responsive but vocal? It made Yoji want to fuck him even more.
The amount of cajoling and almost begging Aya had to do tonight annoyed him. For a guy who claimed to be easy, Yoji demanded a lot of effort. Aya wanted Yoji but no lay could be spectacular enough to justify changing his whole personality over and ditching every bit of his pride for. After everything he'd been through tonight he damned well deserved to get Yoji. At least things seemed to be on the right track now and Yoji could really kiss. He'd have to keep Yoji fully occupied and distracted to prevent him from remembering his supposed heterosexuality.
The morning might be horribly awkward, but Aya would face it when it came and make sure it didn't ruin the team. Tonight he'd live in the moment and be selfish.
"Not, not in the kitchen," Yoji said breathlessly.
"I don't mind."
"You're injured so we should do this someplace comfortable. C'mon."
It wasn't a big thing, just simple thoughtfulness, but it touched Aya nonetheless. He nodded, followed Yoji up the stairs (with a glass of water and the bottle of pills, one of which he'd have to take before sleeping), and hoped the change in venue wouldn't ruin the momentum. Fortunately, Yoji resumed kissing and nuzzling him when they reached the bedroom.
Although Aya had a thrilled moment when he thought Yoji getting down on his knees meant he'd be getting a blowjob, Yoji actually just removed the knife sheaths from Aya's calves. Silly of him to think the ladies man would immediately and on his own put a man's dick in his mouth. As soon as Yoji got back up on his feet, Aya pushed him against the wall with his good arm to kiss and grind against him, enjoying where Yoji's bare midriff touched his bare chest. He didn't know what Yoji would be willing to do and how much his own injury and their fatigue would let them do but really wanted to find out.
This had gone fast and aggressive. Although Yoji liked hot and dirty sex as much as any guy, and it felt great to obviously be wanted so badly and by a guy who usually claimed he didn't need anyone for anything, Yoji couldn't help thinking that wall sex might be too rough on Aya in his current injured and tired state, though he'd never phrase it that way to him. He also shouldn't say that he wasn't going anywhere so they didn't need a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am bout of sex to prevent him from having a chance to change his mind. Damn, Aya could be fragile in his own way.
Besides, as much as Yoji wanted to pound that ass, he also felt compelled to show Aya some tenderness. "I said comfortable, Aya. Let's take this to the bed."
"I'm tired enough that I might fall asleep in your bed."
"Nobody falls asleep when I'm sexing them up. Nobody."
"...wow, you really just used the phrase 'sexing them up.' Also, that sounds like a challenge."
"Now is not the time to show me your skill in competitive sleeping." To further distract Aya from this unproductive banter, Yoji unbuckled Aya's studded leather belt then the skinnier belts crisscrossing his hips, occasionally stroking Aya's erection through his shiny leather pants as he did it. The buckles sounded very loud as the belts hit the floor.
Yoji hesitated at unzipping Aya's fly, which would make things very real. As Yoji waffled, Aya said, "I notice we're not at the bed," deflating the thick tension a bit.
The look on Aya's face made Yoji reply, "I'm not wimping out."
"Of course you're not." He unzipped his own fly, revealing black underwear over the bulge of his cock. "Is it everything you've feared?"
"We're not there yet."
Aya's smile looked almost kind. "I'm not going to do anything to you or force you to do anything to be afraid of."
It made Yoji feel that his manhood had been challenged. "I was joking! I'm fine. Don't you roll your eyes at me!"
Aya carefully sat down then levered himself to lie down on Yoji's bed and slipped his right hand beneath the waistband of his underwear to start to stroke himself, which made Yoji's jaw drop and cock throb. When Aya started to roll his hips and pant in reaction, so sexy, Yoji had to ask, "What the hell, Aya?"
"I have needs, Yoji. Somebody has to take care of them if you're unwilling."
"I'm not unwilling." He felt less unwilling by the minute.
"Reluctant, then. Would it help if I blew you?"
Was this a prank? Was he on some kind of hidden camera show?
"Relax, Yoji. Once I take the edge off, I'll be more patient with you," Aya just about purred.
Fuck. Needing to get closer, Yoji walked over and knelt beside the bed. "You're making me feel like a terrible host. I don't leave guests to fend for themselves."
The smudged black eyeliner made Aya's purple eyes seem darker and skin seem even paler, which made the flush across his cheeks stand out more. His lips looked fuller from all the kissing they'd done tonight, and Yoji noticed the slight indentation from Aya's teeth on the bottom lip. Aya had pulled his trousers and underwear down enough to reveal part of his hipbones, and his hand kept moving beneath the black cloth in lewd ways. "What do you do with guests?"
Yoji pulled Aya's tight leather trousers off in a smooth, practiced move, revealing Aya's pale muscular legs. Aya twitched when Yoji set one hand on his bare thigh. "I really need to fuck you, Aya. I've been dying to for hours."
"I have no objection to that." Aya's body language cried out a definite yes as well. "How do you want me?"
Fuck yeah. "Your injury makes it a little more challenging.... Have you done this before?" Although Aya seemed to have experience in flirting with and cockteasing men, he might not have gone all the way through consummation.
"...not for a long time." A brief flash of sadness and memory crossed Aya's face, something Yoji wanted to banish. "You'll have to start out gentle with me. If you're set on using the bed for it, I could do hands and knees on it, holding myself up with my left arm alone, with some pillows stacked nearby for extra support if needed. We could always switch things up if it's not working out."
"Yeah." Not the most intelligent answer, but considering the situation....
Heart pounding, cock throbbing, Yoji took condoms and lubricant out of his night stand's top drawer then pulled Aya's briefs down. It killed him that Aya suddenly seemed a bit shy now that he had Yoji looking at his naked body. (Only his studded leather choker and the bandage wrapped around the injured part of his left arm remained.)
"...should I prepare myself or do you...?"
This was really happening. "I think you should at least start off so I can get an idea of how much prep you need and how fast I should go." Besides, he wanted to see it, Aya doing something he'd previously thought would only happen if hell froze over.
After taking a deep breath, still lying down on his back, Aya slicked up one finger and rimmed his hole with it for a little bit before gently and gradually sliding it in and out. As he became more comfortable and looser he spread his legs more, half-closed his eyes, added another finger, and started to really get into it, fucking himself, rocking with it, moaning a little with his already deep voice turning even deeper with lust. He looked hot, beautiful in his wanton abandonment, and Yoji just barely held himself back from grabbing Aya and just doing him. Apparently Aya being a guy didn't bother him as much now. Yoji unzipped his pants, brought his hard cock out, put a condom on, and applied some lubricant, impatiently waiting for his moment.
Finally Aya turned to get on his hand and knees and present his ass at a good height for Yoji's delectation. It looked so good, tight and nicely curved, making Yoji's sex-stupid brain briefly wonder if Aya did squats. He put his hands on Aya's hips and gradually entered him, stopping when he was balls deep in that wonderful tight heat to let Aya adjust, determined not to start really thrusting until he knew Aya could take it. They breathed together almost in time, making Yoji wonder if their hearts pounded together at the same rate too.
"Yoji, go on." Aya sounded nearly strangled. "Really give it to me."
Yoji started to thrust, gaining speed, knowing he had the perfect angle when Aya cried out in pleasure. Good, since he loved to make his partners thoroughly enjoy the ride and loved them being vocal about it. To make it even better for Aya, he started to jerk him off too, which didn't feel as weird as he'd expected. He had one of his own and knew what his liked, which seemed to work for Aya too. Sometimes Aya clenched around him, increasing the friction, making it better for him. It took some effort not to get too rough with Aya since Yoji wanted this so hard after having been teased all fuckin' night.
Perhaps the position became too uncomfortable for Aya's arm because he surged up to just kneel on the bed without breaking contact with Yoji and turned his head to him to nuzzle him, which gave Yoji opportunities to kiss him, great since he loved kissing and Aya tasted good. He kept thrusting up into heaven, while Aya moved his body down to meet him, urging him to go deeper, harder, apparently wanting all of him, injury be damned. As Yoji stroked and jerked Aya off with one hand, his other roamed to explore the contours of Aya's chest, occasionally lingering over scars, of which Aya had more than Yoji had realized. Sometimes Aya moaned his name, which stoked Yoji's lust even higher. He wondered if Ken or Omi could hear it and hoped they did.
As he approached orgasm, Yoji's thrusts became less controlled, and from the way Aya's body trembled in his embrace he might be close too. Wanting Aya to climax first, Yoji changed his grip on Aya's cock and stroked in a way that worked for him. Aya cried out, clenched down on him, and came hard, which brought Yoji over right after him in an electric flood of pleasure and release, ending with a few wild thrusts. Aya slumped a little, trembled, and nearly purred as Yoji kissed him, then set his hand on Yoji's atop his cock, cozy, all of which intensified Yoji's feelings of satisfaction and... warmth. Connection. Mmmm, afterglow.
Finally Yoji said, "After that, I need to lie down."
"...did you undress at all?" Aya asked sleepily. "Unzipping to get your cock out doesn't count."
"I'm still wearing my comm equipment too."
"So that's what was digging into my back in places. You have to get undressed; it feels weird for me to be naked alone."
"Sure."
As much as Yoji didn't want to pull out of Aya, he really did need to lie down before his legs gave out. Once the two of them were lying down side by side on the bed, occasionally kissing, Yoji languidly undressed himself and couldn't help noticing the small satiated smile that kept showing up on Aya's face. He did that, and he wanted to do it again. If he hadn't been so tired from the full, eventful night they'd had he'd be going for round two now.
He'd just had sex with a man and thoroughly enjoyed it, not that he'd been the one getting fucked, which meant he hadn't had full-out gay sex. That he didn't think he wanted to do. Though Aya had certainly enjoyed it, and it didn't stop him from being a sword-wielding badass murder machine.
Currently Yoji didn't have the brainpower or energy to think about this stuff so he let it go, preferring to make out until they passed out. Wait. "Aya, you should take your medication. I don't think you should take the chance of drifting off to sleep without it."
"Yes, Dad." But, wonder of wonders, he obeyed. He should get laid more often.
Yoji could make sure that happened.
Before this, he'd thought that maybe having Yoji once would be enough, just once to satisfy his curiosity, scratch his itch, and then he could return to the celibacy he'd maintained for years. It had been such a long time that Aya had forgotten how good sex could ease his mind and relax his body for a while. He might even sleep well tonight. Yoji had been larger and had more girth than he'd expected, a nice surprise, and nearly as good as he bragged. Would it be a good or bad idea to let Yoji know that? Yoji's head didn't need to get any more swollen, but compliments could lead to repeat performances. As he remembered the feel of Yoji's cock filling him up and moving inside him, the sharp and deep pleasure of it, and the ways Yoji had held and stroked him, he couldn't help shuddering a little. He wanted to go again. And again.
He enjoyed the snuggling and making out afterward too and wished they weren't both so tired. At least it looked like Yoji wanted him to stay the night and they didn't have to get up for work tomorrow, so maybe they could fuck around in the morning and Aya could show him things straight guys missed out on.
But Aya didn't need Yoji to become gay, just his.
Aya fell asleep first, while in the midst of necking with and feeling Yoji up, with a small smile on his face, managing to look simultaneously innocent and debauched. Yoji rarely had a chance to look at a sleeping and relaxed Aya, who seemed younger without his protective layers of ice and stone. A smile really did transform his face, making him even prettier. Aya must trust him--Aya, who didn't trust anyone--which did things to Yoji's heart.
Did it make it better or worse that what Yoji felt for him wasn't just lust?
With Aya so relaxed in his arms, Yoji relaxed fully too and fell asleep.
Yoji awoke feeling well-rested and toasty warm, with no annoying alarm clock screaming to try to yank him out of sleep and no urge to look at the time. No nightmares, no ghost of Asuka. He had cuddly company intertwined with him, a bed partner.... Aya! It actually took Yoji a moment to remember the night's unlikely events and how they'd ended in really satisfying sex and falling asleep naked together after a very snuggly afterglow. Remembered the emotions involved, from what had seemed to be both sides. The bed felt so much warmer and more comfortable with Aya in it.... Just yesterday afternoon being this close to Aya's morning wood would've freaked him out, but today it just made his even harder.
Feeling daring, Yoji stroked Aya's disheveled soft red hair. As his fingers lightly brushed Aya's lips, Aya opened his eyes and lightly asked, "What kind of host lets his guest sleep in the wet spot?" in a voice turned rumbly with sleep and sex that made Yoji lust after him even more and feel relieved that Aya still wanted him and it hadn't been a one-night-only act for the mission or a particularly mean prank.
Deeply aroused, Yoji hooked two fingers through the silver ring on the leather collar Aya still wore and said, "I'll make it up to you."
A look of relief quickly crossed Aya's face, confirming that he'd worried about a morning rejection too. More confidently, he answered, "You'd better."
Mindful of Aya's injury, Yoji carefully pulled Aya up on top of him, then groaned between kisses as they rutted against and stroked each other. He wouldn't last long if they kept this up, and he didn't want to come this way. As his hands settled atop Aya's ass, Yoji said, "I want to fuck you again. Can I?"
Aya didn't even take a second to think about it, and his eyes looked hot and nearly as dark as the smudged kohl lining them as they devoured Yoji and he said, "Yes."
Seeing himself being so openly wanted, needed, Yoji felt his lust flare even hotter. "Stuff's on top of the night stand...."
Apparently feeling the same urgency, Aya wasted no time getting the condom on Yoji's very happy cock and applied some lube to it before smoothly rising up then sliding down to take it all the way into himself, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip as he adjusted to it and felt it. Just watching it almost made Yoji come, while Aya feeling so, so good around him didn't help his self-control either. Aya started to ride him and grind against him, pure porn to feel and see, so hot, so Yoji had to thrust up into him again and again, finding Aya's sweet spot and working it relentlessly to make Aya moan in pleasure and cry out his name, the louder the better. Aya's hair and the metal ring on his collar swung during their rhythmic moves together. As Yoji watched the graceful dance of Aya's long fingers stroking his own cock and balls in some fascination, he wanted to know what that would feel like on his and grinned as he realized that if things continued on like this he'd get the chance, possibly even today. As Yoji's deep thrusts turned faster and faster, Aya came hard, and Yoji soon followed, almost blacking out a bit. With what brain he had left, Yoji remembered Aya's thing about the wet spot so he rolled over onto his side to a dry part of his bed and gently brought Aya with him. He could take care of the wet spot on his torso with a shower later, if he ever felt like getting out of bed.
Yoji felt so good and loose and, judging from the small afterglow smile on and relaxed look of his face, Aya felt the same way. Damn, he loved morning sex, something he didn't get to have often since usually he'd be sneaking out. Something about the way Aya nuzzled him seemed so cute and made Yoji want to purr.
Where had Aya been hiding this side of himself, and why? Aya had seemed asexual, and Yoji hadn't seen him with anybody for the whole time he'd known him. Although Yoji had teased him about Sakura, it quickly became obvious that, despite what she may have hoped, Aya didn't see her that way. While Aya sometimes disappeared for hours at a time, he never returned bearing the tell-tale signs of someone who'd gotten some; Yoji's time as a detective had taught him well and given him foolproof instincts on that.
Though Yoji wouldn't complain if Aya decided to work out years of repressed sexual energy with him.
"We're going to need a shower," Aya murmured. "Do you want to take one together?"
So long, brain, it was nice knowing you. Not that he used it for all that much these days, but he'd need a squeegee to pick up all the tiny exploded bits. Still, it died happy. "Uh, yeah. Stupid question." He could definitely get his ass out of bed for this.
"I need to pick up a change of clothing and" Aya looked somewhat annoyed, "a drink to take my morning dosage of painkiller with. I'll meet you at the bathroom."
"Remember to get something that's easy to put on and take off."
"I know."
Yoji couldn't help smirking a bit at Aya's somewhat funny freshly-fucked walk out of the room, the inevitable result of recently taking two deep dickings from Yoji's sizable dick, but decided to be a gentleman and say nothing about it.
Good thing Ken didn't appear to be around to see Aya briskly walking naked through the chilly hallway. He could be so delicate. Better for Aya's dignity too.
Aya didn't need to see Yoji's face to detect his amusement at him. So much for dignity. Aya had brought it on himself though and could've put an end to their spree if he'd really wanted to, but it was a good thing for Yoji that Aya felt horny enough to be more forgiving than usual. Aside from the slight ache in his ass the sex had left him feeling pretty good, almost good enough to forget the pain in his arm, and he wanted to get as much of Yoji as he could now in case the self-proclaimed ladies man changed his mind, not that Yoji had balked at anything this morning. In fact, he'd seemed enthusiastic.
Maybe this wouldn't be just a one-night stand after all, though it was too soon to know for sure and he'd have to play it by ear.
When Yoji arrived at the bathroom, he saw that Aya had removed his eyeliner and now struggled to take his leather collar off, the last difficult to do with a hurting arm, so Yoji said, "Let me undo that for you."
After a moment of visibly struggling with what might've been his pride, Aya answered, "All right," and presented the back of his neck to Yoji. It took him only seconds to unbuckle and remove it, then he felt compelled to kiss the bared nape of Aya's neck.
"So we're going to get dirty in the shower?" Aya asked, his tone light but the look in his eyes very warm.
"Sounds good to me." Yoji said as he removed the bandage from Aya's arm, something Aya let him do without comment. The bruising looked terrible, making Yoji wonder how much pain Aya was actually in but hid from him. Hopefully the warm shower would ease it.
They washed each other sensually with a lot of stroking and groping as they soaped each other up, their hands sliding over slick skin, the water running over them adding another layer of sensation. Wet, Aya's hair looked black, which made his skin seem paler and the violet of his eyes more vivid. When Aya carefully went down to his knees while giving Yoji's hard cock a very intent look and licked his lips before he started licking and sucking it, thoroughly working it over, sometimes even humming, head bobbing, Yoji couldn't help moaning at the sight and sensations, especially since he never would've guessed Aya would be good at this or so eager to do it. After all, this was his taciturn, unfriendly teammate giving him an amazing blowjob, and not many of Yoji's lady friends enjoyed giving head. Sometimes Aya looked up at him through his lashes as he sucked him.... Yoji came faster than he would've liked, unable to help himself, feeling that orgasm all the way down to his toes, and moaned again as he watched Aya swallow most of it. He needed to make Aya feel really good in return.
Aya rested his head against Yoji's hip then stood, smiled, leaned into him, and murmured, "Your mouth. My dick. Make the love connection."
Whoa, what? "Uh." He wanted to make Aya feel good but didn't think he was ready to put a guy's dick in his mouth or lick it, and even if he were he wouldn't want to do his first ever try at it right after Aya's excellent blowjob.
"I've been dreaming about your mouth on me and wondering what your tongue could do for so long," Aya whispered directly, hotly, into Yoji's ear, punctuating the words by rubbing his body against Yoji's, very effective. "Been wanting to feel how good you are for myself.... Make me come."
Of course Aya had been dreaming about that, but.... "I am good, but..." How to put this in a flattering way? "...I've never put anything that big in my mouth before."
"It doesn't have to go all the way in. A part handjob/part blowjob would suffice, if you're willing. I hope you are."
That sounded less scary, and he'd already jerked Aya off last night so he knew he could do it, but still.... "Uhm." He couldn't think or sound suave when put on the spot like this!
"...I see. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of myself." Aya's voice had turned a bit colder, and he stepped back, putting a little distance between them, withdrawing physically the way Yoji could feel him doing mentally and emotionally.
Shit. Shit! "It's not like that."
"It's fine. I asked for too much. You can get out and get dressed, while I'll be in here a little longer finishing myself off. It's fine."
"Aya--"
"If you're not willing, I don't want it."
Yoji gently grabbed him and pulled him in close. "Hey. I'm just not ready for that yet. It doesn't mean this is over."
"...oh." Aya looked somewhat embarrassed, so Yoji kissed him, starting out soft and light but taking it deeper as Aya gradually relaxed in his arms. Aya was still hard, which seemed unfair to him, so Yoji stroked his cock and balls, making Aya moan and fuck his fist. This Yoji had absolutely no problem with. They continued to move together like this--kissing, stroking, and thrusting--until Aya came and slumped against him.
"I wouldn't mind going back to bed, to sleep, myself," Yoji said softly. They'd had a late night, some fighting for their lives, and a lot of sex after all, while Aya had personally been struck hard twice.
"...we're too wet to just go to bed," Aya murmured.
"It's easy to fix that."
They toweled off and Yoji used the blow-dryer on their hair. Aya didn't seem to know whether he should be annoyed or charmed by having Yoji drying and brushing his hair for him. Whichever, he let Yoji do it.
First he'd gotten overconfident and assumed too much one way, then assumed too much in the opposite direction. Aya felt very foolish, especially since he'd almost wrecked everything out of being certain that everything had already been wrecked. Despite all that, he still had Yoji with him. A blowjob would've been nice but he'd happily accept a good handjob. Besides, he could train Yoji given time.
His heart had plummeted, then he'd become so embarrassed that he wished for a hole in the floor he could sink into and disappear in, then he'd gotten kisses and handjob and felt hopeful.... That had been the most emotionally tempestuous shower he'd ever taken. He apparently didn't know how to handle this stuff anymore.
He didn't know how to react to Yoji taking care of him like this either. Forced into years of self-sufficiency, he'd gotten out of the habit of asking for or accepting help. Given how lazy Yoji could be, it surprised Aya to see him enjoying this.
"Now we're dry and somewhat fluffy," Yoji said with a smile.
"I'll get dressed."
Of course Yoji answered, "You really don't have to."
"I need a break."
"Yeah, for now."
"My clothes can come off again if necessary," Aya replied as he gingerly put on a pair of sweatpants and an old blue T-shirt that had the sleeves cut off. His injured arm could handle them, though he didn't think he'd be able to put his sister's earring back in his ear by himself.
Yoji must have approved of the clothing choice because he said, "Okay." He probably realized that they would be easy to take off too. Yoji only put on green, low-slung, sexy silk pajama bottoms, which Aya saw as unfair, exposing his hipbones like that. Especially unfair when Yoji came in close to rewrap Aya's arm, all that warm bare skin, with the hipbones leading the eye further downward. At least the pain distracted him from it a bit.
Yoji's smile deepened. "If you're this ready to go all the time, I'm amazed you hid it so well and survived doing without for so long. And that's with me flirting with you and in your space so often."
Yoji had noticed his lust. Damn it. "I'm not usually this bad." Usually he had more self-control. "But you know, if we do spend more time together we won't be having quite this much sex all the time."
"What? Why not?"
"Because we both have two jobs to work and need to eat and sleep sometimes, and I occasionally need some alone time. Besides, if I keep taking it up the ass that much all the time, I'll be crippled."
Judging from his grin, Yoji took that as a compliment. Good, since that would make some things easier. "I don't want to break you, so I'll control myself," Yoji said.
"Thank you."
"So, is this Ran?" Yoji looked very satisfied with himself.
"What?"
"I figured out that you used your actual name for your cover identity tonight."
Shit. "No, it isn't--"
"C'mon, it was obvious. You answer to it too instinctively for it not to be. So I'm asking if what I got tonight and what I'm getting this morning is who you used to be before Takatori destroyed your family."
Yoji could sometimes be an obnoxious, smug ass who just had to show off. It might be for the best that Yoji had just reminded him about that.
Aya decided not to lie. "My name actually was 'Ran,' but this isn't who he was. Takatori started his destruction, while what Kritiker did to me and had me do for them gradually finished him. Besides, he was a shy, obedient boy who would've done what he thought would make his parents and sister happy. After college, he probably would've become a kind of salaryman with a wife and kids, maybe worked in a bank. That's not me. I'm 'Aya' instead." When his sister woke up, only she could call him "Ran."
"So he was the self-sacrificing type. Completely unlike the guy who busted his hump and got so much blood on his hands to make the kind of big money needed to keep his sister alive."
"If you wanted to distract me from my lust for you, you've succeeded. I'm completely out of the mood now." A bit depressed too.
Yoji must have seen that too, since he hugged Aya and said, "Sorry. I should've known better, but I also wanted to make sure you wouldn't put yourself down. Let me get you back to bed."
But he was leading Aya to his room, not Aya's. "Why are you--"
"Because I think you need company to keep you warm, I need to get you out of the dark mood I put you in, and my bed's bigger than yours, big enough that we won't even need to lie down in the wet spot."
"I don't know if I should let you get away with this."
"You should. You definitely should."
Yoji's bed smelled like sex and Yoji....
Aya wanted a future of them together. Of course Aya would want more Yoji, and Yoji found himself intrigued enough to give it a try, maybe enough to try giving him a blowjob sometime. Yoji had whined over having less sex more for form's sake than anything else since he knew they couldn't keep up their current pace forever because they'd both be crippled. It looked like Aya, given an outlet, had enough of a sex drive that Yoji wouldn't be too disappointed though.
While he should've known that talking about Takatori would bring Aya down, especially bringing it up right after Aya had been so certain in the shower that Yoji was done with him over the blowjob thing, he'd been so certain about "Ran" that he had to get confirmation, and he was correct about it being Aya's actual name. Too bad it seemed that Aya wouldn't let him use it on him, because it would have given him such a sense of satisfaction to have a name only he'd get to use. But now he had to get Aya's mood back up again... if Aya even allowed him to. Aya even looked more like regular Aya now....
"...all right. I'll go back to your bed," Aya said.
Score!
He even got to cuddle Aya a bit once they were lying down facing each other under the covers. In the interest of raising Aya's mood, Yoji said, "That was really a top-notch blowjob you did. Amazing." Compliments always helped.
"I had to be at the top of my game while with Yuushi, since he was so good at it himself."
"Yuushi?"
"He taught me a lot of my sex skills." Aya's expression turned fond and somewhat wistful. "Sometimes when we couldn't stop arguing any other way, one of us would end the squabble by giving the other an amazing blowjob, kind of like 'I just blew your cock and your mind, thus your argument is invalid.' It was a win-win and mellowed us both out."
"For all the time I've known you, tonight excluded, you've hated to talk." Why did this Yuushi guy get all of Aya's words and spark?
"Maybe all the arguing we did burned me out. It could be too much at times, especially having to explain and justify myself so much.... Besides, our relationship couldn't last since I was only a temporary replacement on that team and none of them would've let me seek the vengeance I needed, especially Yuushi. He kept trying to talk me out of it, and I couldn't get him to understand." Aya sounded sad and lost in memories, then shivered. "I think that sometimes he thought he could get me to give up on vengeance through great sex. He could do such amazing things with his mouth, his tongue, his lips... and he was always so eager to go down on me, always made me feel desired. But that's ancient history."
It surprised Yoji to feel so damned jealous of this guy that he'd just found out about. It made sense that Aya had to learn and practice his sex skills with someone somewhere, but Yoji didn't like hearing that Aya's past lover had been an eager god in the sack that Aya still seemed to have some feelings for. And that Aya had to be comparing Yoji to. No wonder Aya had taken that refusal to go down on him, reciprocate, as the end of things and felt hurt. Yoji might be a beginner at doing men, but no way did he want to look like a coward who'd come up short or a selfish guy who wouldn't give as good as he got, a user. The very thought of it got him fired up.
He'd done oral on women, he could do it on a guy. He even had some idea of what jizz tasted like from post-blowjob kisses. The concept of doing it and what it might mean about him actually bothered him more than the act itself. After what he'd already done last night and this morning? Fuck it. (Fuck Aya.)
"I'm a fast learner where sex is concerned, especially since I have a lot of natural talent," Yoji said as he set one hand on the waistband of Aya's sweatpants and started to pull them down.
Looking surprised, Aya replied, "I didn't tell you all that to manipulate you into giving me a blowjob."
"You're getting one anyway, and I'm doing it of my own free will. Do you mind?"
"Hell no."
"That's what I figured."
Despite all the attention it had already received this morning, Aya's cock had already gotten hard again just from having Yoji talking about doing something with it. Either Aya had a fast recovery time or he'd somehow been saving all the unused boners he'd had over the last few years. The latter might eventually kill Yoji, but what a way to go.
From the soft sounds he made, Aya certainly enjoyed Yoji licking the head and along the length of the shaft. Damned right he did. Yoji still didn't think he could get the whole thing in his mouth but realized he didn't have to as he remembered Aya's earlier suggestion about doing a simultaneous handjob and blowjob. With one hand clasping the base of Aya's cock and stroking his balls, Yoji let some of the length into his mouth and let it rest on his tongue without closing his lips around it yet, getting used to the feel. Not bad.
"Yoji!" Aya looked really hot and bothered while watching him, which made Yoji feel hotter and sexier and got him hard.
"Mmm," Yoji answered, and grinned as the hum of that made Aya shiver. Then he closed his lips around his mouthful and started to suck, moving his head up and down along it. Fuck, Aya was big.
It gave him such a feeling of power to make Aya unravel from his efforts like this, but he also couldn't help being aware of Aya's physical strength from how hard Aya worked to hold it back during the blowjob. Yoji had never even considered the possibility that he could be physically overpowered by any of the women he'd had, and feeling a pang of worry over it now added an unexpected jolt to his lust.
Aya's hands clenched and moved like he wanted to put them in Yoji's hair to pull on it and direct his head but wouldn't allow himself. Although the thought of that made Yoji hotter, he didn't think he could handle it on his first blowjob so he appreciated Aya's restraint.
"Yoji, I'm about to come...." Aya moaned, giving Yoji a choice. Yoji chose to swallow but couldn't manage all of it, getting some on his face and a lot on Aya's sweatpants. Not exactly the smoothest move, but Aya looked too blissed out at the moment to mind and said, "Get up here."
Although he looked after-sex sleepy, Aya still kissed Yoji fiercely as his hands pulled down Yoji's pajamas bottoms then started to jerk Yoji off. Hot damn. Yoji thrust into his fist and rubbed himself against Aya's body until he came in a rush of pleasure and release. Conspicuously satisfied and tired out, they panted together for a while before Aya asked, "There really was no point to me getting dressed, was there?"
"Our clothes stopped the come from getting all over the bed?"
"...good enough."
Yoji totally undressed the both of them--Aya needed the help with his T-shirt--and tossed the dirtied clothes in the direction of his hamper. Although he didn't think they reached, he really didn't care, while Aya had apparently had enough sex that he didn't even notice or care.
"Now I really need to sleep," Aya murmured, eyes already half-closed, so cute in his fatigue.
"Sounds like a great idea." Having such a warm and snuggly armful helped Yoji go back to sleep too.
Yoji woke up starving. All that hot sex burned a lot of calories. A glance at the clock showed that he'd slept for another four hours with Aya nestled, smiling a little and looking very kitteny in his slumber, against him. It surprised Yoji that Aya hadn't woken up almost as soon as he had and still hadn't woken up after Yoji had started moving around, since usually Aya seemed creepily aware of everything and everyone around him and didn't let Yoji get away with anything. Didn't wake up when Yoji stroked his disheveled hair or when Yoji, feeling way too hungry to wait any longer, got out of bed either. So Yoji had blown and rutted Aya into a coma? He truly was an amazing lover.
Shit, that didn't sound funny at all when he considered Aya's sister's circumstances. Fortunately, he hadn't said it aloud to Aya.
Yoji wrote out a quick note explaining where he went and why and pinned it to his pillow, where Aya should see it soon after opening his eyes. Nobody wanted Aya to misinterpret waking up alone and freak out.
Deciding to be kind to Omi and Ken--and because it was somewhat nippy outside the covers--Yoji put a pair of boxers and a silk robe on before going to the kitchen. He found Omi there, sitting at the table eating a sandwich and giving him a look of... Yoji didn't know. Couldn't interpret it. With how loud he and Aya had been, Omi had to be aware that they'd gotten it on several times. Omi had his own obvious interest in Aya but....
"Say something, Omi," Yoji said. "You're killing me."
"No, I'm not. Though I could." Omi let Yoji suffer for a few minutes before saying, "As long as it doesn't mess up the team, you're honest with each other about what you want out of it, and you don't suddenly freak out about being with a man and explode on him over it--"
"I've seen and touched way too much of him since last night to think he's anything other than a man, Omi."
"'Gay panic' is called gay panic for a reason. Stupider things have happened."
"To you?" If so, poor kid.
"Yes, but--"
"Though I'm not gay--I'm just into Aya--and Aya's bisexual."
"This is not the time to sidetrack me, Yoji. You do want to know whether I'm okay with you and Aya being together, right?"
Yoji figured he could talk Omi around to it if he had to, but it'd be so much easier if he didn't have to. "Yeah."
"Is this a really long one-night stand, or are you two going out together longer term?"
"Shit, Omi!"
"Do you really think it's possible to be a part of Weiß and stay that innocent? Some of our missions--"
"I know. We just try to do our best for you, you know?"
Omi smiled a little. "Yeah. Thanks."
"And... we're going to try longer term. It's not just sex."
"You're blushing!"
"Am not!" Great, now he sounded younger than Omi.
"Longer term and not just sex. That's sweet."
"Omi!"
"No, I mean it. I'm really happy to hear that. You both deserve happiness. As long as you two don't screw things up for yourselves and the team, I'm okay with you being together. I know Aya doesn't feel that way about me, while I knew he felt that way about you."
What? "How'd you figure that out?"
"You're such an idiot." But Omi said that fondly. "He doesn't ever stitch Ken's wounds. Besides, I caught Aya looking at you a few times."
"How did I miss that?" No, really. It was like Aya and Omi lived in a somewhat different, parallel version of Weiß than he did.
"You never thought for a moment that he was interested in guys or you, so it all went right over your head. Plus, I realized that you fit his type."
"Does that mean you've seen pics of Yuushi? In Crashers? I want to see them! Especially if you have any featuring the two of them together!"
Omi's surprised and somewhat hurt expression said very obviously "He already told you about that? How and why?" but what he said aloud was "I'm not going to open sensitive Kritiker files to you just to satisfy your idle curiosity about Aya's ex!"
"My curiosity about that is anything but idle."
"It's not happening. Aside from the ridiculous amounts of sex, is Aya resting his arm and taking his medication as directed?"
"Yeah. He's peaceful and completely asleep as we speak."
"Then being with you might be good for him. Keep it that way."
Because Aya was usually a pain in the ass about that stuff. Hey, wait. "You couldn't possibly have set this up to happen. Right?"
"You know I have my own interest in Aya. Why would I do something that would lead to him being with someone else and me having to hear him having sex with that someone?"
"Because his beloved sister has been kidnapped and he's been driving himself harder because of it? Because..." shit, Yoji did his best not to think about any of this ever, "because... Neu toyed with him over it and I helped her do it so I kind of owe him?"
Omi looked appalled. "Yoji, you both deserve happiness. I would never set something up to make you 'pay up' to someone through sex."
Which didn't mean Omi hadn't been trying to fix the two of them by matching them up, but he probably wouldn't admit to it, so Yoji changed the subject a bit. "How's Ken doing with all this?"
"He fled the house with a soccer ball ages ago."
"There's someone who needs a matchmaker. His soccer ball can't keep him warm at night or block out the sounds of his teammates having a good time."
"You could try being quieter. And making sure you take your comm equipment off before you really get into it."
Yoji would not blush over that last one. "So you heard some things on that. I'm just providing an education for you!"
"That's not the proper usage for Kritiker equipment."
"That's the best use for Kritiker equipment."
Something made a crinkling noise under Aya's left hand as he woke up alone, and Aya immediately recognized Yoji's sprawling handwriting on the paper. It read:
*Thanks to our workouts I was starving, and since you didn't wake up even when I got out of bed I figured you really needed the sleep. I'm in the kitchen if you want to join me. I'd be happy to have you there!*
Double entendre no doubt intended. Still, Yoji had been considerate enough to leave a note. Maybe he wouldn't require as much training as Aya had expected. It hadn't taken all that much effort to get Yoji to give him a blowjob, something Yoji would get even better at over time, so there would definitely come a day when he'd be fucking Yoji's ass, the thought of which gave him happy, anticipatory shivers.
Feeling very hungry himself, Aya didn't bother going to his room first to get some clothes to throw on, especially since he knew where Yoji kept his copious amounts of loungewear. What it said about him that he knew where all that was.... He settled on a pair of blue silk pajama bottoms and a thick robe that belted at the waist. Thick because shivering would make his arm hurt worse. It's not like he could put his sister's earring on by himself in his current condition anyway.
(As much as he'd hate to ask Yoji to help him with it, his head felt unbalanced without her earring.)
As he approached the kitchen he heard Yoji talking to Omi and felt relieved that Omi didn't sound at all upset. Seriously hurt feelings could tear a team apart, Omi could be passive-aggressive in his vengeance, and he didn't want to hurt Omi.
"Hi, Aya," Omi said, while Yoji jumped at finally noticing him and said, "Aya, I have to put a bell on you!"
"I'd prefer it if you didn't," Aya replied.
"Yoji wanted me to show him some Crashers photos," Omi said. "I told him no."
"That's exactly the answer you should have given him. Good work." Aya didn't know if Yoji would be able to be mature over Yuushi or getting a look at Aya's Crashers mission outfit and would prefer not to take the chance.
"Sharing is caring," Yoji answered. "You're already sharing my robe."
"Your pajama bottoms too."
As Aya expected, that really turned up the heat in Yoji's gaze and distracted him from Crashers. Sighing, Omi put his dish in the sink and said, "I'm off to do something in the basement, but I'm not going to exile myself every day so be more considerate in the future. See you later."
Once Omi left, Aya said, "That seemed to have gone fairly well."
"It's nice when something does. Though Ken's apparently traumatized."
"So I heard."
"It's pretty much what we expected of him." Yoji came over to Aya, untied the robe's belt, and took an appreciative look at his bare chest and borrowed pajamas. "Mmmm, that's hot. I like it. A lot. I'm going to have to dress you up in my clothes sometimes then take them off."
Although that look got Aya a bit hard, he had to ask, "I thought you came down here for food? We shouldn't keep going until we starve to death."
"Damn, you're right. Besides, we need to keep up our strength. We'll eat first, then I'll bend you over something and have my way with you."
Damn. He actually wanted to get fucked right now. He really needed to have some self-control.
To Aya's dismay, Yoji had noticed that initial reaction. Yoji, of course, looked delighted about it, as well as somewhat incredulous, and asked, "If this is what you're really like, how did you survive going without sex for years without exploding?"
"I had more distracting things on my mind. I was thinking obsessively about how I would kill Takatori Reiji." Lately he tried very hard not to think about what might be happening to his sister. He wouldn't be able to function if he let himself think about--
Aya closed his (Yoji's) robe and belted it, then sat down hard, his lust effectively killed. His appetite too.
"We'll get her back," Yoji said quietly. "I'll help you put your earring in later. Breakfast first."
In his surprise and somewhat cautious (and slightly resentful) gratitude, Aya answered almost as quietly, "It's not morning anymore." Aya hadn't expected to get anything out of this other than sex, especially not from Yoji, but it seemed that Yoji could be very perceptive when he actually focused on people.
"Breakfast is always the first meal of the day. I'll make it for you. You don't have to do everything alone."
Maybe he didn't after all. He could give this a try.
***********************THE END********************** More Viridian5 stories can be found in The Green Room version 3.0 at http://viridian.shriftweb.org/ No-frames but no-frills access available at http://viridian.shriftweb.org/index2.htm Fandoms represented: Weiß Kreuz, Saiyuki, GetBackers, Trinity Blood, Andromeda, due South, Hard Core Logo, Twitch City, X-Files, Once a Thief, the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie, Angel, Two Guys and a Girl (was Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza Place), X-Men, Smallville, Doctor Who, Fight Club, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine