Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lush ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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An hour later, they were all sipping their various choices of coffee (a Swiss vanilla latte for Omi, a dark mocha latte for Ken, an espresso for Yohji and a cappuccino for Aya) when Aya called for the bill. Ken however managed to intercept it and paid instead, stating that this was his birthday gift to Aya. Aya had insisted paying half but Ken had refused (after a stern glance from Omi).

When they finally got back home, Ken claimed the couch and immediately switched the TV on to a soccer game. After getting a glass of water from the kitchen, Omi curled up next to him, not really interested in the game, rather just enjoying Ken's closeness. Aya looked at them and felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth, accompanied by the faintest stab of jealousy at their obvious happiness. Yohji had disappeared immediately into his room. To change into clubbing clothes all of them assumed since it WAS Friday night and the only thing that kept Yohji home on a Friday night was if he were dead, hooked up to an IV or on a mission.

As he went up the stairs he heard Ken throw a question at him.

`The night is still young Aya, why don't you ask Yohji to take you out?' Ken asked, but Aya could see he was distracted. Aya shook his head.

`I loathe the places Yohji goes, besides, I promised Aya that I would write to her at least once a week.'

Ken seemed happy with his answer and nodded his head.

Once in his room Aya sat down on his desk and began meticulously chronicling out the day's events to his sister in neat, precise writing. Aya simply wasn't the type of person to send his beloved sister a word-processed letter. He always felt happy when he did this, a stark contrast to when he had simply just talked to her and she had been unable to reply.

He finished the letter an hour later and after skimming through it twice to make sure it contained no mistakes, he gave himself a satisfied smile and sealed the letter in an envelope. It was only then that he noticed how quiet the house had become. Ken and Omi had obviously gone to sleep, as he couldn't hear the TV. Yohji was probably off doing God knows what with God know whom.

Aya's lips tightened, but try as he might he couldn't really bring himself to hate the blond haired, green-eyed man. He had in the beginning. Yohji's carefree attitude really grated on his nerves back then. But now… he had come to regard him as more than a teammate, closer to friend. Yohji had the kind of personality that grew on you.

`Kindda like foot fungus,' Aya smiled at his own joke. But his smile disappeared as he sat down on the edge of his bed and took of his shirt, leaving on just a pair of black drawstring trousers. A year older may be, but was he any wiser? He often contemplated thoughts like this, especially on nights similar to now. However in the end all his contemplation led to was the conclusion that he was lonely. You would have thought that after 5 years of locking yourself away from people you would get used to it, but truthfully you never really did.

A soft knock at the door infiltrated into Aya's thoughts and instantly made him reach for his katana.

`Aya? You still awake?'

`Yohji,' Aya said relieved, but his expression immediately became one of irritation.

`What the hell is Yohji doing knocking at my door at,' Aya glanced at the clock, `close to 1 am in the morning?' he thought.

Without waiting for an answer Yohji pushed open the door with his elbows. In one hand he held a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses, the other a basket filled with objects Aya didn't recognize. All he wore was a black tank top together with black track pants that had snaps up the side and a sexy grin that usually made women flock to him. Aya felt his body react almost immediately.

`What's that?' he asked, once he had found his voice. Yohji's smile widened until it almost threatened to crack his face.

`Your birthday presents Aya,' he put the bottle on the table and handed Aya the basket. Aya took it from him, suspicion written across his face. However Yohji's one was one of pure innocence as he sat down in the chair directly opposite Aya's bed.

`And what is this?' Aya asked looking over the various bottle and bars in the basket.

`What does it look like?' Yohji replied mischievously.

`It looks like….bath products. Yohji are you trying to tell me something?'

`God no Aya,' Yohji got up from the chair and sat down next to him. `Personally I think you smell great,' made braver by the 2 shots of tequila he had downed earlier in an effort to give himself some Dutch courage, Yohji stuck his nose into Aya's hair and breathed deeply.

Aya's body stiffened with shock. But once he realized what was happening, he gave Yohji a rough push that was more like a shove that almost made him fall of the bed.

`Yohji!' his voice showed his irritation clearly now. Yet Yohji thought he detected a little tremble which made it well worth the pain. Plastering a smile back on his face, he moved back closer to Aya.

`As I was saying….some of these things aren't for everyday use. They are so you can pamper yourself once in a while.'

`I know,' Yohji put up a hand when he saw Aya's mouth open to protest, `it sounds really girly but believe me in our line of work, you take pleasure where you can find it. Even if it is something as silly as a moisturizer.'

Yohji's tone of voice was light, but beneath were some clear echoes which didn't go unnoticed by Aya. Aya looked at Yohji in surprise, he never knew that Yohji felt like that at times. Without saying anything Yohji took one of Aya's hand in his and to his own amazement Aya didn't protest, enjoying the first real human contact he had in a long time.

`It may also make some of the scars from these hands of yours disappear,' he traced the aforesaid scars that were the product of countless hours wielding a katana, both in practice and in combat. Aya immediately registered the warmth and tenderness of Yohji's touch and although his mind was screaming at him to pull away, his body said otherwise. He felt a warmth spread through him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He also found himself becoming very aroused at this lingering touch.

`Yohji..' he said in a voice that didn't sound at all like him. This voice was breathy and didn't have the icy edge that everyone was used to hearing. Yohji looked up and found himself staring straight into velvety violet eyes. He swallowed hard.

`Oh my God, I don't know if I control myself if he keeps looking at me this way,' he thought to himself, `and frankly I don't know if I want to.'

But a small, nagging voice inside him told him it would be disastrous to move to fast and the minute he heard that voice, he knew it was right.

`Lets make a toast!' Yohji leaped of the bed almost knocking Aya over in his haste. Aya glared at Yohji's back while he was fiddling with bottle of vodka. As he twisted the metal cap off, Aya's acute sense of smell could detect the scent of the 40 percent proof alcohol along with something else…strawberries?

`I hope you appreciate this Aya,' Yohji handed him a crystal shot glass that was one third full with the transparent unassuming liquid. Aya looked at it as if it had maggots crawling all over it but he accepted it anyway.

`This company stopped their production of strawberry tainted vodka over a year ago, I had to drive all over town looking for it. I finally found this last bottle at the old market.'

`Why did you bother?' Aya said casually, but Yohji's answer knocked the wind right out of him.

`Because I know how much you love strawberries,' honest, heartfelt, so unlike Yohji. The ice walls around Aya's heart melted a bit.

`So….'Yohji drawled trying to lighten

the mood, `what shall we toast to?'

`That we make through another year alive. How about that Yohji?'

Yohji almost fell off his chair.

`Did Aya just make a joke? Damn, the world is gonna end tomorrow…'

`So be it fearless leader.'

The raised their glasses in a toast, but while Yohji downed his in one gulp Aya just sipped his. Yohji gave him a playful frown and wrapped his fingers around Aya's.

`You DON'T sip vodka, you pour it straight down your throat. At least that's how adults do it,' he was taunting now, knowing it was the fastest way to make Aya do something he didn't want to. Aya shot Yohji back a frown that WASN'T so playful and tilted his head back.

The liquid was slightly oily, tasteless save for the faint hint of sweetness. It also burned causing Aya to choke and cough. Yohji was there in an instant hitting him on the back.

`Are you trying to kill me? Bastard, temee…'

`Does that mean I get to be leader if you die?' Yohji laughed as he sat back on his chair. Aya considered getting into an argument but decided it was too much trouble. Instead he just slammed the glass on the table.

`Fill it up.'

That was the pattern as the night progressed. Soon the first bottle of vodka was finished but Yohji still managed to pull another one miraculously out of thin air, orange flavored this time. When that had disappeared they tried to play a game of poker but ended arguing over which set of rules to use. So instead they settled for picking apart Yohji's gift.

`And this is?' Aya held up a bottle full of viscous purple liquid. Yohji tried to focus his alcohol-hazed eyes on the label.

`Shower gel. Its called Happy for SAD, don't ask me why they call their stuff such strange names but it smells great. I use one called Tramp myself.'

`Big surprise there,' Aya said wryly. Yohji frowned, he was sure he had been insulted but at this point in time he wasn't sure how.

`Well you need it, perhaps it will make you lighten up a bit,' Yohji teased, `on second thought there isn't enough shower gel in the WORLD for that.'

`Bastard' Aya snapped a bit drunkenly. The next thing he pulled out was a solid green bar that smelt strongly of green apple and mint.

`Demon in the Dark, it's a soap. However,' Yohji said as he rummaged in the basket, `you should use these two items every other day.' He pulled a white jar and something that resembled a dome out of the basket with a flourish. Both smelt pleasantly of cocoa butter and almond oil.

`This one is called Helping Hands and this one is called King of Skin. Both are going to help make that gorgeous skin of yours even more desirable.'

Saying that, Yohji then proceeded to trace the smooth line of Aya's collarbone starting from his shoulder and ending at the notch just at the base of his throat. Aya felt a flush of heat infuse his body and his cock stiffened.

`Don't touch me Yohji,' he growled but he didn't push Yohji away, which he took as a good sign. He also took the slight movement in Aya's pants a good sign as well. This seemed like the best place to leave things. He took a mock glance at his watch.

`Shit its 5 in the morning Aya. I've gotta to be up to open the shop in a few hours and I am a right bitch when I haven't had enough sleep.'

`You're a right bitch anyway,' Aya said but he couldn't keep the hint of disappointment that he felt over Yohji leaving out of his voice. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Aya didn't want Yohji to leave. However he would have rather died than admitted it. He followed Yohji to the door but they both stopped in the doorway. This time, Yohji didn't disguise his staring at Aya.

`What?' Aya asked faintly irritated but still mellow from the alcohol. Yohji shook his head.

`Iie, nandemonai,' he answered and started moving closer towards Aya until their faces were inches apart. Aya held his breath; it looked as if Yohji was going to kiss him. Closer and closer, so close that Aya could

see the splinters of gold in Yohji's green eyes. Aya was sure he was going to kiss him until a slight movement from Yohji caused Aya to look down.

`Good night Aya,' Yohji tightened his grip on Aya's doorknob. `Happy birthday,' he dropped a soft kiss on Aya's temple and then closed the door behind him with a soft click.