Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Spirtual Cramp ❯ Spiritual Cramp ( One-Shot )

Another afternoon alone in the shop. No one to bother him, and that was how he liked it. Ken and Omi had stopped trying to drag Aya out of his shell months ago, leaving him to work by himself most days while school was in session.

It didn't matter what they thought of him. He knew they complained about him and his attitude whenever he left the shop.

Years of behavior are hard to unmake in months, and though he had his sister back safe and sound it did not mean that he had to befriend the fools that worked and killed with him. Ken wasn't too bad of a person aside from being amazingly loud. Omi was a hard worker and more intelligent than any person had a right to be but he was over emotional. And Yohji was just a royal pain in the ass. Sure he was good in a fight but he shirked his work in the shop constantly and was continually parading around his string of happy little fuck toys. The smug look on the self appointed playboy's face after a successful date was enough to make a person sick.

He didn't need them around. He didn't need them distracting him. Now that his namesake was returned to him he had a new mission. No longer was he in Weiss for revenge. He now fought for the White Hunters for the simple reason of trying to support himself and his sister. His immouto was a smart girl. She would most likely want to go to college in a few years and the work for kritiker paid very well.

One thought nagged at him more than the others, why did it bother him so much to see Yohji bringing home his dates? Up to a few weeks ago he could have cared less what Yohji did in his free time. Now the arrogant little prick was on his mind constantly. This was disturbing Aya's orderly, logical little world and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

The bells above the door rang announcing a customer and breaking him out of his thoughts.

Work came before almost anything else.

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Four hours later, just as Aya was beginning to close down the shop Yohji staggered in. A weary, filthy grin etched on his features.

Aya glowered at the sight and at the smell of his teammate. Hadn't the man even bothered to shower before coming home?

"Awww.. What's wrong Aya? Rough day in the shop?" Aya could hear the effect of too many cigarettes roughening Yohji's voice. He didn't feel like dignifying him with a response so he turned and returned to cleaning. The flowers under his hands began to take shape when he sensed the older man behind him. Yohji's presence was etched into his mind. He could feel him walking towards him. It was a bit of a shock though when his arm came around his shoulder. The reek of sweat and musk hit his nostrils.

"Being anti-social again Aya? Don't you want to know where I've been?"

Thoughts of just where Yohji had been flashed through his mind. An image of him with his back arched thrusting into some faceless female, his toes curling with the onslaught of orgasam.

"No"

"What? No interest in my lurid tales?" The blonde's face broke into a filthy gin. "Or are you just jealous that I'm getting more than you are?"

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Aya turned his glare onto Yohji, hoping the blonde would get the hint and shut his mouth. Sex was a forgotten thing. Something experimented with before, when he was still himself. Not something for his life now.

Aya couldn't let a crack like that slide. He cleared his throat and let ice creep into his voice. Here was his chance to let out some of his frustration at the older man. "At least I'm not out courting every sexually transmitted disease known to man".

Much to Aya's chagrin his words didn't seem to faze Yohji. If anything the grin on his face grew. "That may be true…" The grin on his face turned lecherous. "But at least I know I'm in good working order. Yours is going to shrivel up and fall off if you don't use it every once in a while…"

The sound of blood pounding in his ears was almost deafening. But not loud enough to completely drown Yohji out.

"Won't drink, won't smoke, won't swear, won't fuck…hell. I bet you don't even beat off Aya!"

The shocked look on Aya's face let on that the last comment had hit the mark.

Living up to the title of insufferable pain in the ass that Aya had gifted him with Yohji pressed on. There was nothing better in the world than getting their resident polar bear to squirm.

"I was right. You don't beat off Aya." The grin grew on his face as he continued. "You really should you know. It might help dislodge that stick outta your ass. I've got some magazines up in my room if you want… Just don't get any stains on them"

One crack too many had been made. Bad enough to have to listen to Yohji gloating over how he needed to masturbate, but then to have him offer visual aids was just too much.

Hairline cracks appeared in his composure.

"Yohji shut the fuck up."

"Not even bothering to deny it Aya? What are you worried that you would enjoy it too much?"

Aya could hear the blood pounding in his ears. Most of Weiß knew that there was a definite line that you could not cross with Aya…and still Yohji delighted in crossing that line. Maybe it was just to watch their self appointed leader loose some of his composure.

"I'm not going to tell you again Kudou. Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

"Awww. No fun Aya. Now come on I've got this great tape over here. You're gonna love this chick here. She's even got that same look that your sister has. That long violet hair thing going on……"

The words had barely had a chance to leave Yohji's mouth before he had him pinned up to the wall of the shop.

"Let's get one thing straight here Kudou." He growled. "You are not to mention my sister at all. You mention one more word about her…one single solitary fucking word and I will proceed to break every bone in your hand."

Even after all that Yohji still had the audacity to laugh at him.

"You sure it's just a brotherly thing you've got going on there Aya? Seems to me like she's the only one you're going to be able to get it up for. Hell. Seems to me like she's the only one that can get you to do much of anything besides stumble around in your little world of angst."

Well the first comment might have been off the mark, but the second one was dead on.

Hit the bull's eye. Hooray, you win the grand prize.

And it just served to make Aya even angrier.

"You've got this coming to you now Kudou."

"What you fucking think you can take me Aya? You're not the thought police, you can't control what I say"

He was going to make him pay for that little stand of bravado. He vividly remembered Yohji and Ken fighting once or twice and all it had taken was a right hook from Ken to send the boy off into slumber land.

Easier said than done.

When Aya threw the punch it landed perfectly. But he had forgotten one crucial thing. It takes more upper body strength to wield a set of claws than it does a katana.

All Aya had managed to do was get Yohji from 'arguing-bitchy mad' to 'pound your face into the cement mad'

"I've been waiting to do this for a long time you little prick"

White stars flashed across Aya's field of vision as Yohji landed one straight across his cheekbone.

The two men started circling each other like rabid dogs. Both of them sporting matching bruises. Aya's on his cheekbone and Yohji's on his jaw. The two of them circling and waiting for the other one to strike.

"Aya-kun! Yohji-kun! Just what is going on here!"

Aya whirled around to see Omi standing in the front of the shop with his little fists balled up and on his hips. His sweet face screwed up into a grimace.

Yohji took that moment to strike.

One sweet beautiful blow and Aya was out.

"Yohji-kun would you mind explaining to me just what exactly was going on in here?"

"Just a little disagreement chibi…just a little disagreement."

****

Aya came to in his own bed.

Omi must have gotten one of the others to drag him up here. He was really good at that…Getting the rest of them to do what he wanted them to do; with out having them feel manipulated. Must be one of the reasons Kritiker was grooming him to take over for Persia. That whole diplomacy thing. Omi had it in spades while the rest of them were sadly lacking in that department.

Yeah. It had to be Omi. Yohji would of just left him where he fell in the shop and Ken would have just dragged him over to the couch.

Aya's mind was running in circles. How had this afternoon's argument gotten so out of control? He and Yohji had spats like that almost daily. Though this was the only time he had brought up Aya's sister. This was the only time that one of his comments had hit close to the mark.

Aya-chan might be good at getting her brother to snap out of his little world of pain…but there was someone else in the house that could do it just as well…

That was what the problem was. Just like he couldn't ignore Aya-chan, Aya couldn't ignore Yohji.

And it bothered him. Bothered him that he couldn't just block out Yohji like he did everyone else. Bothered him that Yohji could be so free with himself. Bothered him that Yohji knew all the buttons to push on Aya to get him to react.

He spared a moment to wonder if he would have been more like Yohji if his life had been different.

It was a nice thought.

Falling back into his pillow Aya let himself drift on his thoughts of what if and if only's.

Letting thoughts of what might have been lull him back into sleep.

***

Feel. Just feel.

Warm and grasping and moaning.

Warm mouth sliding down him. Taking him and swallowing.

Almost enough. Almost there. Then stopping.

Green eyes looking up at him and grinning

*Told you this would help you get that stick out of your ass*

No no no no no

Don't leave me here like this

Don't leave me alone

Warm here. Safe as houses.

*It's gonna be all right Aya*

***

Warm morning rays eased their way into Aya's dreams in the morning. Gradually waking him up. Much nicer than his usual bolting awake at the first sign of dawn. Gentle probing proved that his cheekbone was still swollen and sore to the touch, ditto for the egg on the back of his head.

Still…all things considered Aya couldn't remember having a better nights sleep. He had felt safe and warm. Something that hadn't happened in years. Not since he was living with his parents.

And his dreams involved Yohji and Yohji doing such wonderful things to…

Wait. Don't go there.

Yohji doing wonderful things to his…

Don't even open that can of worms. Don't even think the word and maybe it won't be true.

Yohji doing wonderful things to his cock.

Should have listened to yourself.

It was just a dream. Just a fucking dream.

But damn it had felt good

All warm and soft and Yohji's mouth right by his ear telling him just what he was going to do to him. Each detail punctuated with a tongue swipe to the outer curve of his ear or a nip at his earring. So soft and so hot and his hands were reaching down to try and recreate what Yohji had been doing to him in his dream.

It wasn't the same, couldn't be the same, but still so good at the same time. Pretending his hands were his mouth and the sheet covering it all was soft wavy hair. Just an illusion, but it worked.

Until the sheets were mussed with semen and the illusion dissolved with Aya's feelings of disgust.

How could he sink so low?

Just one more sin on his soul; but this one wasn't going to wash away as easily as the blood of the guilty.

***

Keeping his composure while in the shop with Yohji wasn't that easy.

Aya found himself staring at the man every time he helped a customer. Marveling at his ease of dealing with people.

Marveling at the way his shirt rode up even more when he reached up to get a pot of a high shelf.

Marveling at…

"Yo Aya. Are you going to do something or are you just going to stare at my ass all day"

Marveling at Yohji's big fat mouth.

"Shut the hell up Kudou"

"Ahh, still on a last name basis are we." One very dirty snigger left Yohji's mouth. "When I was younger and in trouble my mother would call me by my first and last name. When I was in deep shit I got all three of my names called. That was my gauge of just how fucked I was. Is it the same with you Aya? Or are you just pissed that I left you with a shiner and you left me with nothing more than a small bruise?"

Aya managed to glare at Yohji to see that he was right. The bruise on his chin was quickly fading. Figures that Yohji had the kind of skin that didn't bruise at all while Aya had skin that bruised if you looked at it wrong.

"Keep it up Kudou and you'll end up with a shiner to match mine"

Yohji laughed. "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me. Didn't we go through this yesterday? Remember I wiped the floor with your ass? Are your masochistic leanings starting to show through?"

"Fuck off Kudou."

Aya had had enough. It was time for a break anyways. Let Yohji handle the lunch crowd. It would serve him right to have to deal with a rush of school girls.

Before he made it two steps Yohji was at his side grabbing his arm

"Where the hell do you think you're going Aya? We're not finished here."

"We're finished. I'm sick of listening to your inmature bullshit"

"Well I'm not done with you yet? Where the fuck do you get off just walking off in the middle of a shift?…"

Yohji's rant continued but Aya kept staring at his mouth, not registering the words that were coming out of it. Just remembering the dream and this morning and the promise of peace that those lips had given him.

"What the fuck are you staring at Aya? Hey! Aya! I'm talking to you here!"

Watching Yohji's mouth and just leaning in towards those lips. Just one touch. Just one taste and I can get this out of my system.

Soft and warm and petal smooth and perfect.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!"

Perfect big fat mouth all over again.

Aya was at a loss for words. "I don't know what I'm doing Yohji…I just"

"You just what? Thought the team slut would have some left over for you? Grow the fuck up it dosen't work that way and I don't fucking swing that way."

"No…Yohji…Wait a seccond."

"Fuck you Aya…No wait. That's what you want." Bitterness grew in Yohji's voice as he continued. "Thought the team slut would give it up to you just because he gives it up to everyone else?"

"No…Please…Wait Yohji…Let me explain." Explain what Aya didn't know…But he had to be able to say something to save them both from making fools of themselves.

"No. You wait. You want to be left alone Aya? Fine with me. Leave me the fuck alone as well."

With that Yohji brushed by Aya and walked out the door.

Aya sat on the floor and lowered his head to his hands. And swore that he could hear someone laughing in his mind.