Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 22

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22



Yohji grinned from ear to ear as he finished cleaning up. They’d closed the shop already and Aya was just finishing counting up the till.

Yohji closed the blinds and came up behind Aya, making sure to make noise so that he didn’t startle the swordsman. He didn’t want a hug to turn violent.

“Haven’t seen Manx, so there’s no mission tonight,” Yohji whispered in Aya’s ear. He felt the redhead quiver.

“What shall we do to pass the time?” Yohji teased, sliding one of his hands down Aya’s stomach, moving down to grasp him through his jeans.

Yohji turned Aya around and lifted him, planting him on the counter. Aya looked startled as Yohji moved to stand between his thighs. Yohji loved the fact that Aya never ever really knew what was coming. It was part of the reason that he hadn’t slept with Aya yet. A small part. The other reason was because he didn’t want to send Aya running for the hills because he gave him more than he could handle. Aya had looked ready to bolt when he’d used the vibrator. Just imagine what he would do if he found out what was really supposed to go there. Yohji grinned and kissed him, wrapping one arm around Aya’s waist to pull him even closer.

“Yohji, we shouldn’t, not in here,” Aya whispered, pulling back to look him in the eye.

“Who cares, the blinds are closed. No one’s going to see us.” Yohji kissed down Aya’s neck before biting down. Aya gasped, trembling in his arms. Yohji let go before he broke the flesh.

“A good hurt, right Aya?” Yohji asked, kissing the red teeth marks.

“Oh, hell no!” Ken’s voice rang out. Yohji pulled away from Aya, who was blushing all the way to his ears.

“You two are not fucking on a counter that I have to work at, too!” Ken griped.

“You two had better keep it in the bedroom! I don’t care if you cuddle or whatever, but you keep your clothes on in the shop!” Omi said, coming up behind Ken.

“Whatever, Mom.” Yohji snorted. He frowned when Omi turned on his heel and walked away.

“Hey, Aya, lets get the hell out of here. Omi’s going to the kitchen and I sure as hell don’t want to be here when he comes back.”

“Afraid he’ll make you his bitch?” Ken snickered. Yohji gave him the finger and then grabbed Aya’s hand. Aya’s lips twitched in a tiny smile. Yohji took that as a good sign and quickly led Aya to the stairs.

“Hurry up, Aya!” Yohji whispered, pulling him faster. Aya just rolled his eyes and quickened his pace. Yohji wanted to run and throw Aya on his bed, but the swordsman obviously didn’t feel like running. Stubborn ass doesn’t want to look like he’s running away from Omi!

He slipped into his room and yanked Aya in with him before closing and locking the door. Little brat can’t get me now! He knew that Omi wouldn’t pick the lock to his bedroom. The kid always respected the locked door rule.

Yohji yanked his shirt up over his head and slipped out of his pants.

“Why are you rushing?” Aya asked, pulling his own shirt off. Wanting to see his reaction, Yohji grabbed Aya’s shirt, crumpled it in a ball and threw it on the floor.

“Why did you do that?” Aya walked over to the discarded shirt and picked it up, folding it neatly.

“Because sometimes its okay if things get messy.”

“Seems to be the rule you live by. But my rule is that sometimes things need to be organized. I won’t live like a sloth,” Aya poked a finger into his chest, a small smirk playing over his lips as he pulled off his pants and folded them up.

“I would hardly call a few clothes on the floor living like a sloth,” Yohji snickered, ignoring Aya’s incredulous look. “Now get over here,” Yohji wrapped is arms around Aya and pulled him closer.

“What do you want to do, Aya?” Yohji grinned, kissing him slowly.

“I thought we were going to do what we normally do. What were we supposed to be doing?” Yohji chuckled at Aya’s confused look.

“We are, baby. I didn’t bring you in here to watch TV, you little mood killer. I wanted you to decide if you wanted to be the one cuffed or not. Which do you prefer? I like both, I’m pretty versatile.” Yohji kissed him again, slow and deep, making Aya gasp into his mouth.

“You know what you’re doing better than I do. I’ll let you cuff me.” Yohji could’ve had a heart attack at that. He hadn’t expected Aya to let him do it again.

“Blindfold?” Aya shook his head. No, he knew the redhead would still turn that down.

“How is your shoulder? Can you raise your arms over your head or do I need to cuff them low?”

“I’ll rip the stitches if I put them up too high,” Aya reluctantly admitted. Yohji smiled, that meant that Aya was interested though. So it wasn’t a moot point that Aya would let him use the heavy equipment to shackle him up.

“What do you say to me using the whip on you?” He knew damned well that Aya would not like the paddle, it would embarrass him, but the whip was a hard call.

“I guess its okay,” Aya shrugged. Yohji pulled out the fur lined handcuffs and latched them into the top of the headboard before clipping them around Aya’s wrists. That way Aya still had to kneel to be comfortable, but wouldn’t pull any of his stitches.

“Same safety word?” Aya nodded. Yohji started out slow, bringing a hiss from Aya. The redhead didn’t say anything though, so Yohji took it as incentive to strike a bit harder. Strike after strike until Aya seemed adjusted to the feel a bit before he let it go as hard as he dared to. He didn’t want to draw blood, and he didn’t want Aya to be averse to this later.

“Continue or stop?” Yohji asked. He had a feeling that Aya wanted him to stop.

“I…don’t know. I think I would rather you over here with me,” Aya said quietly, panting for his breath.

Yohji set the whip down and crawled up onto the bed behind Aya. He wanted him so badly right now. Aya looked so damned good on his knees!

He reached around and unlocked the cuffs before wrapping his arms around Aya.

“You should’ve said the safety word, Aya,” Yohji pointed out.

“But then you wouldn’t have touched me,” Aya said. Shit! Yohji hadn’t realized that he hadn’t really explained the safety word very well.

“Aya, the safety word is to halt everything, yes. But once everything stops I would’ve asked you if you wanted me to touch you.”

“Oh, okay.” Aya turned in his arms and kissed him.

“Aya, can I try something new on you?” Yohji asked, drawing back to look the redhead in the eye.

“A pain something?” Aya asked, frowning.

“Not exactly. It will sting a bit, but then it will get better,” Yohji slid a hand down to the small of Aya’s back.

Aya’s frown deepened but he nodded. Yohji smiled and kissed Aya. He wasn’t going to have sex with Aya tonight, but he did want Aya to understand the feeling.

“I want you to close your eyes without peeking.” Aya glared at him but closed his eyes. Yohji knew it was a huge loss of control for Aya to close his eyes, but damned if he wanted Aya to bolt.

Yohji reached under his pillow and pulled out a bottle of lube, squeezing some out onto his index finger. He wasn’t going to do more than one. He just wanted Aya to get used to the feel.

“I need you to relax. If you tense up its going to hurt.” Yohji slid his one arm around Aya’s back, holding him still while he slowly started to insert his finger.

Aya immediately struggled, shoving at him.

“Aya, its important!” Yohji shouted. Aya’s hands snapped up around his neck. Yohji let go immediately. The second he did Aya was gone. Shit! I suppose I should’ve seen that coming.