Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 13
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By: Joybug 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 948 | Visits: 247 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 948 | Visits: 247 | Status: Completed
13
Aya shot up from bed, and immediately collided with something hard that made him fall back against the pillow.
“Ow, Goddamnit! That hurt!” Yohji whined, clutching his forehead.
“Where?” Aya looked around. He was in Yohji’s room, in his bed. His shoulder and stomach hurt, but as he inspected them, he was glad to see that the wounds had been sewn shut.
What had happened?…Oh! The mission! And Yohji had saved him. While he was barely conscious he was sure he had heard Yohji say he loved him. Yes, he had, because he remembered griping that Yohji should’ve told him earlier. The real question was ‘did Yohji mean it?’
“You scared the shit out of me, you kamikaze bastard!” Yohji shouted, smacking him across the face hard enough to sting.
“Now that that’s out of the way, come here!” Yohji pulled him up and against his chest.
“I brought you home as soon as they were done with the blood transfusions. You’re damned lucky I came in after you. You would’ve died.” and then Yohji was kissing him. It felt so good.
Aya opened to him without a second thought. Yohji’s kisses were deep and ravenous, pulling the air out of his lungs.
Aya slid his hands into Yohji’s hair and kissed back hard. He moved in, straddling Yohji’s lap despite the pain in his stomach.
Aya could feel Yohji’s hardness pressed against his own. He slid a hand between them and pushed it down the front of Yohji’s pants.
“Is this what I’m supposed to be doing?” Aya asked, breaking the kiss for a second to catch his breath.
“Only if its what you want to do. We can’t do much more than touch right now, Aya. I don’t want to rip your stitches.”
“Ripping stitches is a bad hurt?” Aya asked, looking him in the eye.
“Yeah. Anything that bleeds is a bad hurt,” Yohji was unzipping Aya’s pants while he talked. Aya gasped as Yohji fisted him and pumped his hand up and down the same way Aya was doing.
“Why?” Aya panted, writhing in his lap. His body was begging for something more, but he didn’t really know what that was. But there was some sort of connection he was feeling deprived of.
“Because anything that bleeds needs to be treated so that it doesn’t get infected. If I smacked you while I did this it might be a good hurt. But if I cut you I would have to stop so that I could bandage the wound.”
“Okay,” Aya accepted that answer. He kissed down Yohji’s jaw to his neck, the way he remembered Yohji doing to him. He was rewarded by a groan and Yohji’s hand tightening on his member. He was pretty sure that was what Yohji meant by a good hurt, because Yohji’s hand was almost too rough. So how had he done it wrong before? He didn’t have time to think of the answer to that question, he was coming hard.
Yohji pulled him up for another kiss as he felt Yohji’s seed fill his hand.
Aya drew back, gasping for breath as he pressed his forehead to Yohji’s looking into those beautiful green eyes.
“In case you’re wondering, Aya, we didn’t just have sex,” Yohji teased.
“Did you mean what you said?” Aya had to know. Had Yohji guessed his feelings and said it on a whim because he thought he was dying?
“I love you, Aya,” Yohji said, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
“Good,” Aya sighed with relief, resting his head against Yohji’s shoulder.
“Good? That’s all you have to say?” Yohji chuckled.
“How do you feel about me, Aya? I don’t expect you to love me. But do you…do you care about me?”
Aya lifted his head and looked Yohji in the eye again. How had the man not guessed how he felt? The man was an ex-detective, used to finding the smallest details of everything. So how had he not seen the way Aya looked at him?
“I…”
“Don’t strain yourself, Aya, you might have an aneurysm,” Yohji shook his head at him, looking upset again.
Aya caught Yohji’s face in his hands to keep the man from trying to turn away.
“How could you not see how I feel about you, idiot?” Aya chided, but then felt bad when he saw Yohji’s confusion.
“I love you, Yohji. I think I have for a long time. But don’t let it go to your head,” Aya smirked at him.
“You should’ve told me,” Yohji wrapped his arms tightly around him, kissing him again.
“When you weren’t on dates you were mourning her love. I didn’t think you would ever take me seriously,” Aya admitted. It was the truth. He’d hoped Yohji would love him, but he hadn’t had any misconceptions about the idea. Or at least he hadn’t thought he did, until now. Now he felt like a blind idiot.
“Now who’s the idiot?”
Author’s notes: There’s my chapter.
Aya shot up from bed, and immediately collided with something hard that made him fall back against the pillow.
“Ow, Goddamnit! That hurt!” Yohji whined, clutching his forehead.
“Where?” Aya looked around. He was in Yohji’s room, in his bed. His shoulder and stomach hurt, but as he inspected them, he was glad to see that the wounds had been sewn shut.
What had happened?…Oh! The mission! And Yohji had saved him. While he was barely conscious he was sure he had heard Yohji say he loved him. Yes, he had, because he remembered griping that Yohji should’ve told him earlier. The real question was ‘did Yohji mean it?’
“You scared the shit out of me, you kamikaze bastard!” Yohji shouted, smacking him across the face hard enough to sting.
“Now that that’s out of the way, come here!” Yohji pulled him up and against his chest.
“I brought you home as soon as they were done with the blood transfusions. You’re damned lucky I came in after you. You would’ve died.” and then Yohji was kissing him. It felt so good.
Aya opened to him without a second thought. Yohji’s kisses were deep and ravenous, pulling the air out of his lungs.
Aya slid his hands into Yohji’s hair and kissed back hard. He moved in, straddling Yohji’s lap despite the pain in his stomach.
Aya could feel Yohji’s hardness pressed against his own. He slid a hand between them and pushed it down the front of Yohji’s pants.
“Is this what I’m supposed to be doing?” Aya asked, breaking the kiss for a second to catch his breath.
“Only if its what you want to do. We can’t do much more than touch right now, Aya. I don’t want to rip your stitches.”
“Ripping stitches is a bad hurt?” Aya asked, looking him in the eye.
“Yeah. Anything that bleeds is a bad hurt,” Yohji was unzipping Aya’s pants while he talked. Aya gasped as Yohji fisted him and pumped his hand up and down the same way Aya was doing.
“Why?” Aya panted, writhing in his lap. His body was begging for something more, but he didn’t really know what that was. But there was some sort of connection he was feeling deprived of.
“Because anything that bleeds needs to be treated so that it doesn’t get infected. If I smacked you while I did this it might be a good hurt. But if I cut you I would have to stop so that I could bandage the wound.”
“Okay,” Aya accepted that answer. He kissed down Yohji’s jaw to his neck, the way he remembered Yohji doing to him. He was rewarded by a groan and Yohji’s hand tightening on his member. He was pretty sure that was what Yohji meant by a good hurt, because Yohji’s hand was almost too rough. So how had he done it wrong before? He didn’t have time to think of the answer to that question, he was coming hard.
Yohji pulled him up for another kiss as he felt Yohji’s seed fill his hand.
Aya drew back, gasping for breath as he pressed his forehead to Yohji’s looking into those beautiful green eyes.
“In case you’re wondering, Aya, we didn’t just have sex,” Yohji teased.
“Did you mean what you said?” Aya had to know. Had Yohji guessed his feelings and said it on a whim because he thought he was dying?
“I love you, Aya,” Yohji said, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
“Good,” Aya sighed with relief, resting his head against Yohji’s shoulder.
“Good? That’s all you have to say?” Yohji chuckled.
“How do you feel about me, Aya? I don’t expect you to love me. But do you…do you care about me?”
Aya lifted his head and looked Yohji in the eye again. How had the man not guessed how he felt? The man was an ex-detective, used to finding the smallest details of everything. So how had he not seen the way Aya looked at him?
“I…”
“Don’t strain yourself, Aya, you might have an aneurysm,” Yohji shook his head at him, looking upset again.
Aya caught Yohji’s face in his hands to keep the man from trying to turn away.
“How could you not see how I feel about you, idiot?” Aya chided, but then felt bad when he saw Yohji’s confusion.
“I love you, Yohji. I think I have for a long time. But don’t let it go to your head,” Aya smirked at him.
“You should’ve told me,” Yohji wrapped his arms tightly around him, kissing him again.
“When you weren’t on dates you were mourning her love. I didn’t think you would ever take me seriously,” Aya admitted. It was the truth. He’d hoped Yohji would love him, but he hadn’t had any misconceptions about the idea. Or at least he hadn’t thought he did, until now. Now he felt like a blind idiot.
“Now who’s the idiot?”
Author’s notes: There’s my chapter.