Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lush ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

//Two Weeks later//

It was a quiet Friday morning at the flower shop, which was completely empty save its sole occupant. A red headed youth, dressed in dark blue jeans and a v-necked, long sleeved deep red swirl patterned shirt that matched his hair. He was seated at the counter, his feet dangling a centimeter of the ground, his head bent over a ledger. He was repeatedly tapping a pencil on the side of his head while singing a soft, plaintive melody in a deep, almost meloncholic baritone.

sotto furerarete

kono hoho no tsumetasa ni yat…

Aya sat up with a jerk and caught himself. Where the hell did that come from? However even as he asked himself the question, he knew the answer. The song was one of Yohji's favorites and it always seemed to be playing on his stereo every other day.

`You ok Aya-kun?' Omi asked from the front of the shop where he had been arranging their new arrivals. Aya briskly nodded his head and turned his attention back to his ledger. He tried to get back to the task of ordering new stock, but his thoughts seem to inevitably turn back to Yohji.

It had been close to two weeks now since they started their `tryst' as Aya labeled it in his mind and so far it had been going well, too well in fact. Nobody knew about them and Yohji had barely gone out in the past few weeks, choosing instead to stay home and spend his time with Aya. Even when he did go out, it was together with him, usually to watch a movie.

But Aya knew it was to good to last, looking at Yohji's track record with relationships. More than that, Aya knew the dangers of getting to close to someone in this line of work, even if it was your teammate, although Ken and Omi seemed to be the exception. However that was all that they were, one exception. What he and Yohji were doing now was just a diversion from the sometimes sickening horror that their job seem to drag into their lives. It was like the Lush products that Yohji had given to him, nice to indulge in once in a while, but not practical in the long run. A fact his mind repeatedly told him.

His heart however didn't want him to be practical. His heart screamed for him to drop all this practical bullshit and just lose himself in the illusion. His heart wanted him to believe that there was more to their relationship than them simply sleeping together. His heart wanted him to fall in love.

So Aya just took this feeling and buried it deeper, he was a master at doing that by now, and resigned himself to just sitting back and enjoying the ride.

He was so deep in thought he didn't notice that a customer had walked in and was standing right in front of him until she spoke.

`Excuse me, is Yohji in today?'

Aya blinked. As his gaze came back in focus, he realized it belonged to a pretty, petite girl with ash blonde hair and huge sky blue eyes. He immediately recognized her as one of the store's regular customers, but her name escaped him, something he could hardly be blamed for as on average there were dozens of women around the shop on any given weekday.

`Its his day off today, sorry,' Aya sat up straight, `can I help you with anything?'

Her expression immediately became pensive.

`I wanted him to do a repeat of an order he did for me last week,' she finally answered.

`Tell me what he put in it and I will try to duplicate it,' Aya said as he grabbed a clean sheet of paper.

`Well you see….' She stopped and her eyes got wider, if that was possible, `Yohji!'

Aya turned to see Yohji emerging from the basement where they kept their washing machine and dryer, a basket of clean clothes sandwiched between his hand and his hip. He turned at the sound of his name.

`Hello Anya, nice to see you,' he put down the basket and joined Aya at the counter. Aya didn't fail to notice how close he stood, or how he purposefully put his hand on Aya's shoulder as if to reassure him. Aya roughly shrugged it off. He didn't need reassurance dammit! He wasn't the jealous type!

`Yohji, could you do that custom arrangement you did for me last time?'

`I was on my way to the gym, but..' he added when he saw her disappointed expression, `I suppose a few minutes wouldn't make much of a difference.'

Aya followed them with his eyes as they went to the cooler to pick out some roses. Aya had long ago come to the conclusion that Yohji's hair was definitely his best psychical feature. Especially how it looked now in the late morning sunlight, with its dark base interwoven with glinting gold strands where the sun had kissed it.

As he watched them, nothing could have prepared him for how his heart would lurch when she lightly touched Yohji on his forearm. This just reminded him of another reason why he didn't want to get too emotionally attached. He would always be second-guessing himself….he would always be second-guessing Yohji.

Yohji felt Aya's violet gaze on them and as if reading his mind, he gave his lover a quick yet meaningful sideways glance. It lasted no more than a second, but it made Aya breathe a little easier. It also made something akin to desire concentrate in the pit of his stomach before travelling lower.

Yohji was done in less than 10 minutes and after wishing her a good day, he went to the till to put in her payment, humming softly under his breath. This was something that Aya had come to recognize as one of Yohji's quirks. It seemed that the man could never stop singing, although he often openly admitted that he would never win Pop Idol. Sometimes it was nothing more than a popular song played too often on the radio. Other times though Aya realized it resonated something deeper, as if it were an outlet for Yohji's subconscious….as silly as that sounded. Aya certainly didn't do anything to stop it, he thought it endearing.

`Whatcha you doing Aya?' Yohji asked like a petulant schoolboy while reading over Aya's shoulder. Aya almost expected him to scuff his feet next.

`Orders,' was his short, one word reply. Aya was actually trying not to give in to the impulse to lean back and bury his face into Yohji's hair that smelt faintly of mangoes. So he just sat there stiff as a poker, gripping his pencil. Yohji frowned.

`Is it still hurting?' he asked concerned. It took a minute for Aya to realize what he was talking about. He shook his head.

`It' was actually a navel piercing. Last week, Aya had become fed up with Yohji's teasing that he never did anything adventurous so he went out and got himself a tummy piercing just to shut him up. He had flirted with the idea of a tattoo but he reasoned that with a piercing it hurt a lot less and that if he didn't like it, he could always take it out.

When he had first shown Yohji, it was as if he had fed him an aphrodisiac. He wanted to jump Aya there and then, but Aya had reasonably asked him for time to heal. Five days to be exact. For those five days Aya had enjoyed turning the tables in terms of teasing and drove Yohji to distraction. Yohji made him pay for it though, in the most delicious way, coming into his room at midnight on the fifth day and making love to him through most of the night and into the early morning. It was also the reason that Aya was slightly late this morning opening the shop.

Aya saw Yohji give him an insidious grin and blushed. Apparently he remembered it to. Yohji loved that; he loved how he could make his leader's iron clad composure crumble quicker than a badly constructed sandcastle with just a look. Yohji recklessly kissed Aya on the cheek for the simple joy of watching the crotch of his lover's jeans jump.

`Don't forget to order some orchids Aya,' Yohji said in a normal voice before his comrade could admonish him. `See you later.' In a move so fast he almost missed it, Yohji pressed the heel of his hand into Aya groin momentarily before withdrawing up the stairs whistling.

For a minute Aya just sat there digging his nails into his palms in an effort to control the sudden wave lust that had overcome him. He

managed to slow down his breathing, but he still was nursing a raging erection. He glanced up at the clock and saw it was 11:25, five more minutes till his break. After taking a deep breath, he made up his mind.

`Omi! I'm going to take my break a little early ok?'

`Sure Aya-kun, business is slow anyway,' Omi replied cheerfully.

Aya tread purposefully up the stairs, using just the balls of his feet so as to make no sound. He spied Yohji with his back to him in the kitchen filling his water bottle. He stealthily snuck up behind him and by the time Yohji realized he wasn't alone, it was to late. Aya already had an arm around his neck.

`Aya what are you…' his words were cut off as Aya tightened his grip slightly, but not enough to actually hurt.

`Tease me will you,' he whispered harshly in the green-eyed man's ear causing the hair to stand on the back of his neck. Aya reached around and slid his hand down the smooth, muscled plane of Yohji's stomach, past the waistband of his pants and under his boxers to grab his soft penis. It wasn't soft for long as Aya started quickly jacking him off with deep handed actions.

Yohji groaned and nudged his ass backwards against Aya's groin. This distracted him enough so that Yohji could grab both of Aya's wrists and push him up against the wall. Using his hands as makeshift handcuffs, he pinned his partner's hands securely above his head. He forced Aya's legs to open and lightly massaged his aching cock with one sweatpant covered knee. Aya moaned in satisfaction at the friction.

`You know you like it when I do..'

Yohji quieted that moan with a kiss and his tongue slithered its way into the hot cavity of Aya's mouth. He released his hands transferring them to his shoulders, so his own hands could be free enough to push up the hem of his shirt, exposing his already erect nipples and pale white chest.

He rolled one nub of sensitive tissue between his fingers while his other hand traveled steadily south. He paused momentarily at Aya's now decorated belly button to give the jewelry there a little rub. It never failed to get him all hot and bothered, to see the smooth lines of Aya's body broken by the steel adornment. He skillfully undid the fly of Aya's jeans with one hand and then curled his fingers around the engorged length and started firmly moving his hand from base to tip and back again.

Aya's eyes flew open and he roughly pushed Yohji away. The sight of his red headed lover trembling with lust and hanging out of his jeans was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen and Yohji could barely keep his own passion in check.

`Dammit Yohji, this is my game,' Aya proclaimed before dropping to his knees and pulling Yohji's trousers, boxers and all halfway down his thighs. Making his tongue as broad and as flat as possible, he grabbed the base of Yohji's shaft and licked the tip using as much of his tongue as he possibly could, tasting and swallowing the salty sweet pre-cum gathered there.

`Oh fuck Aya, hurry..'

Conscious that they could get caught any second together with the very real urgency in his voice, made Aya halt his actions. Extracting a tube of lubricant from his pocket, he tossed it at Yohji before shrugging his jeans of all the way. He leaned against the wall and spread his legs.

`I want you inside me..'

Yohji didn't need asking twice as he applied a generous amount of the cool gel to his penis as well as to Aya's entrance. Lifting him up slightly, he positioned the tip at the puckered opening before impaling him completely in one stroke causing Aya to throw his head back with abandon.

It stretched…it burned….it felt so fucking good.

Yohji used one hand to wrap Aya's slender leg around his waist so he could get a better angle for thrusting while the other he used to brace himself against the wall. He moved his hips in short, jerky actions as this position didn't allow for a great range of movement but it meant that every thrust hit Aya's

prostate dead on. Aya began frantically rubbing himself with one hand while the other hung on to Yohji's shoulder for support, the icy violet of his eyes melting into warm amethyst.

As the sound of laughter began filtering in from the shop below, the lovers hurriedly pushed themselves towards the inevitable.

`Yohji! Son of a b….' Yohji muffled this cry with his hand as Aya came first spurting milky white semen all over the both of them. The feel of Aya's body contracting around him, gripping him like a velvet glove was enough to cause Yohji's own orgasm. He buried himself as deep as he could go and released while moaning softly into Aya's neck.

They just stood there for the span of a few heartbeats, the sound of their ragged breathing filling the air. Yohji slowly pulled out, setting Aya back firmly on the floor and lowered his lips to his with a gentle kiss that celebrated the end of a storm. Aya went over to the kitchen counter and wet two towels. He tossed one to Yohji and cleaned himself up with the other.

`I should get back to work, Omi must be wondering where I am,' Aya said putting his clothes back on. He spoke calmly as if they had been discussing the weather instead of frantically fucking. Yohji nodded his head.

`Well at least I don't need to warm up now,' he joked as he pulled up his pants and grabbed his duffel bag. Before Aya could walk away though, Yohji caught his wrist and pulled him into his arms and gave him a kiss that was pure tenderness.

`That was incredible,' he whispered his voice smoky, `encore tonight?'

Aya kissed him back and playfully pushed him away.

`Maybe..' he answered.

Once downstairs, he found the shop was rapidly becoming filled with schoolgirls. Omi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him.

`Aya-kun, just in time. Some help please?'

Aya nodded his head and Omi did a double take. Aya had an almost serene expression on his face and wasn't yelling at the persistent horde of females like he usually did. It made Omi wonder what Aya had actually been doing during his break. His curiosity was further piqued as he heard Yohji's car just pull out, although he saw him ready to leave almost 20 minutes ago.

`Could it be?' Omi shook his head his blond bangs moving back and forth. `Impossible…or is it?'

He would figure it out later, but for now he had a shop to run.

***

It was closing time and Aya was pulling down the metal shutters while Omi swept the floor. Omi itched to ask Aya the question that had been nagging at the back of his mind since the morning but he was in such a good mood that Omi didn't want to do anything that would get his leader's ire up.

Aya was just locking up when the muted jingling of bells informed them that someone was calling on their house line.

`I'll get it,' Aya said as he was closer to the extension. Grabbing the phone, he cradled the headset between his shoulder and his ear.

`Hello,' he said pulling the phone towards the counter, the wire trailing behind him.

`Can I speak to Ran Fujimaya please,' a voice with a clipped accent asked him. Aya frowned at the unfamiliar voice.

`Speaking.'

`Mr. Fujimaya, I am from your sister's school,' Aya felt his heart stop, `I'm sorry to inform you….'

Omi heard a loud crash of plastic hitting cement and spun around to see Aya, phone at his feet holding the mouthpiece with a death grip.

`Aya-kun! What's wrong? Aya-kun!'