Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Secret's Out ❯ Onward ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

The next night another mission would go into play. In actuality, it was to complete the mission at the Parisian Palace, terminating both smugglers James Porter and Thomas Wood, which had gone unfinished except for the two kills. Because Wood had fired his weapon twice in the nightclub, the mission had to be scrapped. Too much attention would have been brought to the scene while its final stage was enacted. It was unclear how short or long a time span needed to be allotted so the idea of pacing ones self was left out. It was the most dangerous mission, given the shallow exits crowded by club goers and security guards; not to mention how infamously ill tempered and paranoid Thomas Wood was, which had been proven by his quick wit to kill. This is why Aya had initially been so concerned about Yohji straightening up and wanting the man to be on alert more than on any other missions this time around. Although the mission was incomplete, the odds that it would be finished on the first try were considerably low, so there wasn't too much disappointment when Weiss had to retreat early.

The final task of the mission was in Wood's old office. Under the floorboards was a series of passports and identification cards; only one set was real. The small hideaway was kept for Wood's lover. The real documents had her birth name on them, Mai Honami. True, they were in the drug trade business together as equal partners but Honami was the brains behind the whole operation. She was the one who knew and planned everything. Recently she'd broken ties with Wood and moved to Hawaii. If anyone were able to get hold of her true passport or identification card by process of elimination, they'd be able to track her down and gain an alliance with her, regenerating the link of drug smugglers Weiss had just stripped away.

Aside from the mission ahead, tonight was a peacemaking night. After Ken and Omi restrained their oldest teammate they allowed Aya to take him away. The redhead guided Yohji to his bedroom. He stood Yohji before the bed and pressed gently on the man's shoulders to get him to sit down on it. "Where are we?" Yohji asked. Aya lifted the blindfold from Yohji's eyes; the emerald of them scaled down the redhead's body then, around the room to notice that it was Aya's. He let the boy get a good enough look around before sliding the blindfold back down Yohji's eyes. For a moment there was silence and Yohji began to feel frightened. He didn't like not being able to see. He heard a familiar click that told him the door had been locked. He tensed but was quickly eased back into comfort by gentle fingertips on his face. Aya pushed the taller man down further onto the bed and began to remove his pants. He unbuttoned the top of Yohji's jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper; which sent tiny vibrations over the older man's groin.

Yohji felt cool air on his legs as Aya pulled off his pants and boxers. Warm kisses went between his legs. He spread them wider to allow more access to the area he assumed would be kissed next but the hot breath of Aya's mouth retreated. "Aya," Yohji whined in disappointment. The redhead lifted the hem of Yohji's shirt to see the older man's chest rising and falling with the pound of his heartbeat. Aya started from Yohji's navel and kissed his way up to the center of his friend's chest. He lingered there to kiss and lick at the area before rising to tease stiffening nipples with his fingertips. He leaned forward again to breathe on the man's chest and directly over his left nipple. Yohji anticipated the moment Aya would drop his head to suckle at it but again, Aya's mouth retreated. "Stop it, would you?!" Yohji was beginning to become very irritated at how much he was being teased, especially since there was nothing he could do about it, being both restrained and blinded.

Yohji was flipped onto his stomach. Aya undid the sash about his wrists. Yohji sat up. "Arigatou," said Yohji as he attempted to undue his blindfold. His hands were pushed away. Aya wasn't ready for it to be removed yet. Instead he took off the older man's shirt and laid Yohji onto his back and tied his wrists to the headboard with the long and satiny sash. "Uh, Aya, what's going on?" The redhead provided his victim with no reply. He could feel Aya positioning himself on the bed before him. Suddenly, little fingertips began to gently pass all over his chest, touching and caressing him. Those same fingers descended to his hips and curled between the safety of his thighs. He shivered when he felt Aya's touch so close to where he really wanted to be felt. He spread his legs wide hoping that his friend's touch would not retreat this time…but it did. "Dammit Aya, stop! Just touch me already!" Yohji sighed deeply after having said his frustrations. "But I bet you're loving this aren't you? You're in control while I lye here all tied up; I talk `til I'm blue in the face and you don't offer a word, not even to comfort me.

Meanwhile Ken and Omi were sitting in the living room making light conversation, or trying to at least. Omi could see that something was bothering his friend on account of how much liquor that Ken was downing and Ken hardly ever drank to begin with. Omi knew what the problem was but wasn't sure if he should bring it up or not. It was worth a shot, so he waited a moment to gather the nerve to ask what he needed to, but Ken beat him to it.

"Does it bother you any?"

"What do you mean Ken?" Omi asked; his voice cracked a little while doing so.

"The two of them…together, while we just wait out here. Do you care that Yohji's with someone else right now? Should I care that Aya is with someone else right now?"

"Well, I dunno. I never really thought about it `til now. I mean it's not like Yohji and I are serious. I didn't think that you and Aya were either."

"We're not serious. That's why I'm asking, should it bother me? Because it does. I think…that yes, maybe somewhere in my mind I did want or try to believe that Aya and I were exclusive and by doing so I've warped my mind."

"How do you figure that?" asked Omi with a slight frown on his face.

"Because I've set myself up for failure. All that time I put in to dreaming about Aya and I being in love nearly killed me when that snap back into reality first came. He said he wanted a favor and I was all too eager to help him. When he explained what it was, the only reason I didn't object was because I thought I'd be in the room with them right now, not out here. Even now, I didn't want to sound like a whiney baby but protesting he sleep with another man with out me being there when he really isn't even my boyfriend…I'm his fuckbuddy," Ken said bitterly. Omi moved closer to comfort him.

"I'm sure you're more than that to Aya. But you're right Ken, he made it seem like he wanted more of us than to just tie up Yohji…he just…I dunno changed plans at the last minute."

"Yeah, he did. But I think it's more than just a last minute change. Aya could hardly stand to be in the same room with Yohji before he got shot that night. The whole reason any of this is happening is because of Yohji. If it weren't for him, Aya and I would probably lying in bed, wrapped in each other's arms right about now. Aya probably did love me the way I love him before poor little Yohji got hurt. I wonder if he let himself get shot on purpose?" Ken's liquor intake was beginning to fuel his jealousy.

"Ken, don't say that. This started before Yohji's accident and I would prefer you stop bashing Yohji, at least while in my presence." In truth, Omi had just said a little too much concerning what Yohji had confided in him, but didn't even catch the mistake himself.

"Not serious with him huh, you sure are on the defense with him. I'll never forget that shining look on your face when you first told me you'd slept with him. But that's how it starts. You sleep with `em just for fun and then it feels like more afterward." Ken sat there staring at the carpet for a moment. He raised his eyes to meet Omi's. "Wait…what do you mean this started before Yohji's accident?"

Back in the bedroom Yohji waited in silence but he could feel the bed move again as Aya crawled over him and softly rested upon his subdued body. The heat between them was encouraging and Yohji could feel his groin swell. He swallowed hard before asking politely. "Please, don't tease me anymore. I can't even see you." Finally the older assassin was granted a response, a rude one. Aya just laughed. Feeling very embarrassed Yohji began to fidget. "Alright, that's enough. Just let me go already." Before he could say much more he felt the gentle press of Aya's lips on top of his. He was late in response from the shock of it. The kiss started to deepen and Aya rocked their hips together. Yohji wrapped his legs around his lover, as his lips were massaged and finally licked in order to gain entrance. He let Aya slip his tongue into his mouth. Yohji sucked at it and began to giggle. "Mmm, I can't believe this is for real." Yohji managed to say. He wasn't expecting a reply but he got one anyway.

"This is a peacemaking offer."

"Oh?"

"Yes. For this one night, we push our quarreling aside. It'll be just you and me, making love for the first time."

"You could have just said that. It doesn't take much to get me in to bed, that's already been established. But you just had to get Ken and Omi to tie me up."

"I like you better this way." Yohji could hear Aya smiling when he said that. "And this is basically what you wanted isn't it, to bed me?"

"Well…no."

"What?" asked the redhead as he rose off of Yohji.

"I was under the impression that when I got healed we'd have a foursome."

"I know but I let them sit out this time, you and I are in much need of some one on one time don't you think?"

"Yeah," Yohji smiled. "After all, I've been chasing you the most," he said in a husky voice. Aya rested his body onto Yohji's again and began to rock their groins together harder and faster this time. Yohji could feel something coil in the pit of his stomach in need. He started to think that maybe he could even feel himself going light headed as all the blood rushed from his head to his penis. "Mmm." [I wonder if his cock is beginning to leak yet,] Yohji thought to himself. He was imagining the taste of semen on his lips as Aya kissed him.

Down the hall Omi was trying to persuade Ken to calm down and come back to the living room. Ken had gotten him to reveal what Yohji had told him. Omi didn't want to but Ken was his friend and he knew the older boy needed to know what Aya probably should have told Ken but kept it from him. Omi explained that although it failed miserably, Aya and Yohji had already experimented with each other both in the Konkeo and on the very sofa they were sitting on. Ken, feeling hurt and cheated went rushing forth to Aya's bedroom door.

BANG, BANG, BANG! Ken knocked so hard the doorknob began to rattle a little. He twisted at the knob for entry. The two lovers behind the door of course thought that it was something very urgent. Aya scrambled off the bed to let whoever was banging at it relief. "What's going on?" he yelled at the door as he undid the restraints on Yohji's arms and removed the blindfold.

"I dunno, what is going on?"

"Shh, Ken you're going to make a fool of yourself, please stop," begged Omi. Ken was about to say something witty, which Omi could sense. He wrapped his arms around the older boy to keep him fussing as much. Seeing as this wouldn't stop Ken's mouth from running, he reached a hand down to the older boy's groin and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Now c'mon Ken, let's just go to my room." Omi started to turn the two of them in the direction of said place when Aya opened his door.

"Is everything okay?"

"Uh…" Omi had to think a moment. "Oh yeah, everything's great. Ken's just gotten himself a little drunk and uh, well, I'll take care of him, you go back to whatever it was you were doing," Omi said quickly. Their backs were turned so Aya couldn't see it but Omi was still gently massaging Ken between his legs in order to keep him from squawking as much. The boy was too busy concentrating on the pleasure he was receiving from his friend's hand to care that Aya had come to his door.

"Alright," was all that the redhead said before disappearing. He settled back on the bed with Yohji.

"What was that all about?" asked Yohji.

"I dunno." Aya looked around. "Hey, what'd you do with the blindfold?"

"Wha…oh, that. Here it is," said Yohji as he pulled it from its hiding space beneath his pillow.

"And the sash," demanded the redhead as he raised an eyebrow at the older boy. Yohji sighed in reluctance.

"Can't I at least be on top…?"

"No." Yohji sighed again and pulled the sash from underneath his pillow as well.

*Okay, I wanted to be able to update twice a month but being sick, exams, and starting another story has really put a damper on those plans but here it is, another update before this fic is forgotten and lost in time. It's not nearly as much as I usually write, but it's somethin' and I wanted to make sure I didn't neglect it any longer.