Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 7

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7


Aya gave Yohji one last stitch across his shoulder blade before tying it off.

“You’re not usually this sloppy, Yohji. You left yourself wide open,” Aya hated the idea. Yohji could’ve died because he wasn’t paying enough attention to the target’s bodyguards.

“Too much on my mind,” Yohji admitted.

“A mission is a mission,” Aya hissed, slapping the wound. “Whatever was on your mind isn’t worth dying over, you idiot!”

“It’s worth it to me.” Aya smacked him in the back of the head. Nothing was worth Yohji giving his life. Had Aya not been on the rooftop racing toward the guard the bullet would’ve done more than slide a line down Yohji’s back, it would’ve went right through his spine.

“Thanks for killing him for me,” Yohji finally said. That brought a slight smile to Aya’s lips.

“Yohji, stitches, are they..?”

“They’re a bad hurt, Aya,” Yohji said before Aya could ask. Aya nodded, his curiosity satisfied.

“Omi bought me a book. I don’t want to read it, though. There’s pictures of men doing…things. Once I saw a picture of one of the things you did to me I couldn’t read the rest, too embarrassing.” Aya admitted. Omi’s heart had been in the right place, but Aya had slammed the book shut and had hidden it under his bed.

“I was worried that Omi had given you a concussion before the mission. But you’d seemed pretty lucid, so I left it alone. Does your head still hurt?” Yohji was still sitting on the edge of Aya’s bed, looking down at his hands.

“A bit, but I’ve had concussions before and this isn’t on e of them. I was distracted because all I could think of was you. How beautiful you are, and how amazing it feels to hold you in my arms.” Aya didn’t know what to say to that, so he leaned down and wrapped his arms around Yohji’s shoulders, kissing the top of his head.

“I would kill to keep you, Aya.” Aya yelped with surprise as Yohji’s arms circled his waist and yanked him down into the man’s lap. He didn’t mind, though. It had felt good to let Yohji hold him this morning.

This time, when Yohji kissed him, it was soft. It felt so good. Yohji lay down and pulled Aya’s upper body down against him, kissing him languorously. Aya let him lead just like before. He was learning, but not enough to take the lead.

Aya drew back enough to look Yohji in the eye, reading the pure honestly there.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Aya asked. He’d been wondering why Yohji hadn’t done it already. I mean he’d given Yohji the chance over and over and the man hadn’t done it to him, whatever ‘it’ was.

“More than anything. But I won’t, not until you’re ready.”

“Oh. How do you know when I’m ready? I…”

“When you don’t have any more questions.” That was good enough for him for right now. He leaned down and pressed his lips back to Yohji’s. It was strange, how something so strange could feel so good.

“Holding you in my arms is so worth getting hit with a frying pan,” Yohji chuckled. Aya laughed.

“Yohji, where did you learn how to…was it in one of those bars? Did they teach you everything?” Aya stretched his legs out and settled down against Yohji’s chest.

“No, I learned in high school. Three was a boy that I met. We weren’t in love, but we experimented together. I learned from him. But because I didn’t love him I turned to women. Had I met you at that time I never would’ve touched a single woman. It was after Asuka died that I started going to clubs.”

“How different am I supposed to act? You said I needed to be different. But I don’t think I really can be different.” Aya meant it, too. And, as much as he loved Yohji he knew he couldn’t change…wait! Love? Aya’s eyes widened at the thought.

This was awful! Yohji was experimenting with him like he had with that boy in school. Aya was a lost cause. How could he fall in love with someone who was just showing him things to answer his questions. And worst of all, how could he say no to Yohji even if he knew he was going to get hurt in the end?

“I didn’t mean you have to act differently, I just meant that I need you to open up to me more. You’ve stopped flinching when I touch you, and you’ve stopped barking at me that I’m in your personal space. Now if you would just talk to me about things that bother you and things that make you happy everything would be perfect. I want you to be able to express yourself to me.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Aya admitted. It would be horrifyingly hard when his love wasn’t reciprocated. He could talk to Omi about most things, but that was because Omi was like a little brother. Aya’s chest hurt when he thought about opening to Yohji any more than he already had. Yohji didn’t love him. He couldn’t tell Yohji how he felt, the man would push him away and stop wanting to be near him.

“Can you sleep in here with me? It would be nice to hold you all night long. Then maybe we can both get some sleep.”

“Maybe after. I still need to give Omi my mission report,” Aya reluctantly climbed off Yohji. It was wrong to enjoy this too much. He needed to talk to Omi.

He headed downstairs and found Omi in the mission room at the computer, typing up the report, making it up as he went along so that it would seem like an effortless success.

“You okay, Aya?” Omi asked. Aya’s eyes were stinging. “Did Yohji hurt you?”

“Not on purpose. I didn’t even let him know. Do you love Ken?” Aya leaned against the wall.

“I do love Ken, and he loves me. Why?” Aya shrugged. He wasn’t even sure if he could admit it to Omi.

“How did you know he loved you? Was it the funny looks he gives you?”

“No. It was…I could feel it whenever he’d hold me. I could see it in his eyes whenever we were alone. I don’t know exactly how to explain it. You can’t really explain it, you have to feel it to know what it is. Did Yohji say he loves you?” If only!

“No. I…I just don’t understand, I guess. I’m going to bed. Can you tell Yohji that I spent a few hours down here with you? He wants me to sleep in his bed and I just…can’t do that right now.”

“I’m sorry, Aya. I didn’t realize…yeah, I’ll tell him that, and I’ll tell him that I warned you to stay in your own room. I’ll say I was worried your confusion was affecting the missions. I’ll come up with something like that. You just go to sleep.” Omi’s eyes were so sad as they watched him.

“Don’t hit him for it. Its not his fault,” Aya didn’t want Yohji hurt just because his heart wouldn’t shut up and leave him alone!