Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 6

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

6


Yohji smiled as he watched Aya fight to stay awake while sitting on the couch with the television turned off. The man’s head would start to droop, and then it would shoot up to try to stay awake. It was so cute!

He wasn’t surprised though, Aya hadn’t really slept since Yohji had given him that lesson in love.

Yohji had been tempted to pick the lock in the bathroom once he’d realized Aya was taking a long bath. He wondered if Aya used the bubbles that Omi always bought. He was pretty sure Aya had. The bathroom had smelled like strawberries once Aya had come out.

Yohji took his chances and approached the couch.

“Can I sit with you, Aya?” The redhead turned, looking surprised to see him. Aya must be even more tired that Yohji had realized if he hadn’t sensed him.

Aya nodded, moving over so that Yohji could sit next to him without being crammed into the arm of the couch.

“Omi said I’d hurt you. I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention. I just…its easier to show you than explain it. And to be honest, I really wanted to touch you.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I asked you.” Aya said simply. Yohji was glad that Aya hadn’t taken it as personally as Omi had let on. “If you had explained it with words I don’t think I would’ve understood you.”

“Good, I didn’t want you to think I’d taken advantage of you. Omi threw a fit and told me I practically raped you. It made me worry that you really felt that way,” Yohji reached over and closed his hand over Aya’s startling the redhead.

“Men can’t be raped, Yohji. The dynamics…its not possible.” Aya snorted. Is he really that naïve?

“Yeah, they can. But I would never do that to anyone, especially you,” Aya’s hand was so cold, like he’d been outside for an hour.

“Personal space,” Aya said, pulling his hand away.

“Aya, I can’t believe you’re closing yourself off after what we did the other day.” Yohji was frustrated to hell. Why was Aya being like this.

“I don’t understand. Am I supposed to act different?” Aya looked completely clueless.

“Yeah, you are. You’re supposed to warm up to me! You’re supposed to let me touch you, let me show I care about you!” Yohji was borderline yelling at him. He felt bad when Aya flinched.

“Oh. Why?” Aya had his head cocked to the side like an animal, watching him curiously.

“Because! Because I want to be with you. I want us to belong to each other like Ken and Omi do!” He watched Aya’s eyes widen.

“Why?”

“For the love of God! Quit asking why about everything!” Yohji shouted. It didn’t matter, Omi and Ken had gone out for dinner. Omi had been reluctant to leave Yohji alone with Aya, like he was going to tackle the man the second they were gone.

“But you said to come to you when I have questions.” Aya reminded him. Okay, that was true.

“What do Ken and Omi have?” Aya asked. Yohji wanted to rip his hair out with frustration.

“They love each other. They spend their nights together and make love to each other!”

“Oh, I thought they were just in a relationship.”

“That’s what a relationship is! The point is to love and trust each other! To hold each other’s heart in their hands!”

“Oh. Okay.” Yohji wanted to scream at Aya, to demand why the man looked so confused. It wasn’t hard to figure out the answers to all Aya’s doubts and questions. But it was obvious that the man was trying, just failing miserably.

“Aya, I want to kiss you,” Yohji cupped Aya’s cheek in his hand.

“Why?” Okay, that was a smirk. The other times Aya had asked that question he’d been serious, now Aya was just baiting him so that he could hide his confusion.

“Aya, don’t make me smack you,” Yohji chuckled.

“Is that a good hurt or a bad hurt?” Okay, now they were back to the questions.

“That depends on the reason for the smack. Now let me kiss you, damn it!” Yohji grinned at him. Aya nodded, his smile disappearing like it had never been there at all.

Yohji used his thumb to part Aya’s lips before leaning in and kissing him. He slid his tongue into his mouth. Like before, Aya gasped, leaning into him.

“Is this okay, Aya?” Yohji asked against his lips. Aya’s answer was to close that millimetre space and press their lips back together. Aya wasn’t nearly professional about his kiss, but the fact that it was Aya returning the kiss made it the best kiss Yohji had ever experienced. Aya’s little gasps and groans into his mouth were heavenly.

Yohji had never realized how much the redhead had meant to him until Aya kissed him. He hadn’t even felt this way with Asuka, no matter how much he’d loved her.

He wrapped his arms around Aya and pulled the redhead into his lap, making Aya straddle him. He pressed his hips upward, letting Aya feel the bulge in his pants. What he wouldn’t give to bury himself in Aya’s body. To hear the redhead shout his name, to see him writhe with pleasure. But it was too soon.

“Do you feel that?” Yohji asked against his lips, pressing up against him again. Aya gasped and nodded.

“That’s for you, Aya. No one makes me feel the way you do,” He kissed Aya again, this time more ravenously, ravishing that sweet mouth. He held Aya still by a hand against the back of his neck. Aya mewled into his mouth, his entire body shaking with need. He gripped Aya’s ass, pulling the redhead even closer so that he could feel Aya’s hardness against him.

“How does this feel, Aya? Am I making you feel good?” Aya nodded slightly, those glazed over eyes locked on his.

“Do you trust me to show you something new?” Again Aya nodded. Yohji smiled, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Aya’s ear. Yohji kissed his way down Aya’s neck, careful not to leave a mark. The last thing he wanted was to get hit with a frying pan later by an overprotective Omi. He pulled Aya’s shirt up over his head and off, throwing it on the floor.

He carefully lay Aya back on the couch and slid on top of him while kissing downward. He licked at Aya’s left nipple, pinching the other one in his fingers, making the man gasp.

He slid his lips lower, licking and nibbling his way down Aya’s chest. Aya propped himself up on his elbows, gasping and panting as Yohji worked his way lower. He looked up at Aya as he slid the man’s zipper down to free him. He pulled Aya’s pants down a bit further to make sure Aya’s zipper wasn’t biting into him. He circled his tongue around the tip before swallowing him down. Aya shouted with surprise, falling back down against the couch with his back arched.

Yohji winced as Aya’s hands gripped his hair like he was going to rip out a handful. Yohji slid his mouth back down to the tip before swallowing him down again. This time Aya bucked and nearly made Yohji choke. Damn he’s strong! Yohji caught Aya’s hips, holding him still while he continued his ministrations.

Aya was shaking as he came, and Yohji swallowed every drop.

“Did we just have sex?” Aya asked, panting for his breath.

“Not yet, baby, not yet.” Yohji zipped Aya back up, and smiled down at him.

“You still have that,” Aya pointed at Yohji’s erection as it strained against his pants. The redhead sat up and stared down at the bulge in his pants. He wished he could push into Aya’s warm mouth, feel the redhead’s heat around him.

“Yeah, but I can take care of that, don’t worry.” Yohji’s eyes widened as Aya reached over and unzipped him.

“Do I do it like this?” Aya fisted him. It was a little too tight, but not nearly as bad as what Aya had done to him the other day.

“Yeah,” Yohji closed his hand over Aya’s and guided it up and down. His eyes widened as Aya leaned in and kissed him while still stroking him. God! He’s a quick learner!

It didn’t take Yohji long, he came with a shout into Aya’s mouth, startling the redhead into pulling away.

“Did I hurt you again? You screamed,” Aya looked worried, and also confused as he looked down at the stickiness on his hand.

“No, it didn’t hurt. If felt like what I did to you.”

Yohji nearly jumped out of his skin when the door opened and Omi and Ken walked in. The two of them were nearly soaked from the rain.

Omi came to a dead stop as he stared at the two on the couch.

“You are so dead, Yohji!” Omi shouted.