Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Sous-Chef ❯ Chapter 13

 

Beta'd by the incomparable Sky Rat.

 

Chapter 13

 

 

Yohji stumbled into the kitchen in the morning, groping for the coffee-maker, not at all sure why he was awake. Sort of awake. Upright, anyway.

 

Schu's hand on his shoulder guided him to the kitchen table, pushed him lightly down into a chair, and set a full mug of coffee and chicory in front of him. “Drink up, Sunshine!”

 

“Vblerkl,” Yohji said, picking up the mug. He took a huge swallow, scalding his tongue and bringing the world into better focus. “Ahhhh,” he breathed, sitting in companionable silence with his boyfriend for a minute or so. “So why am I up at the bosom of dawn, then?”

 

“It's not - bosom?” Schuldig inquired, amused.

 

Yohji shrugged. “'S better than `crack'.”

 

“I've never seen one that was better than crack.”

 

Yohji blinked. “You've never done crack.”

 

“Depends on whose crack we're talking about.”

 

“The crack I'm going to put in your skull if you don't quit fucking around and tell me why you woke me up so damn early,” Yohji retorted, waving his `Please tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes' mug in a vaguely menacing manner.

 

“First of all, my baby-darling, it's eight o'clock, which isn't anywhere near the,” he smirked, “bosom of dawn. Second, you've been asleep for eleven hours already.”

 

“What can I say; I excel at every bedroom activity.” He slurped down more coffee.

 

“And third - “ Schuldig paused as the sound of a key in a lock interrupted him. “Is that Aya already? I thought he wouldn't be home until midnight again.”

 

Yohji raised an eyebrow, and they both turned to watch their housemate sweep through the back door, only slightly less graceful than usual and smelling of fish. He tossed a bundle of what looked like laundry on the counter, hauled a bag of wrapped packages over to the fridge and started stowing things away.

 

“Um…morning, Aya,” Yohji called.

 

“Morning? Is it still morning?” Having finished his flurry of activity at the fridge, Aya let the door close and slumped back against the counter. “What time is it?” He started stretching, yawning enormously.

 

Schu was apparently too distracted by the sight of Aya bending backwards and stretching out his long, white neck, so Yohji answered. “Schu says eight. Feels like five or six to me,” he grumbled.

 

Aya finished stretching and slumped down in a chair across from the two of them. There appeared to be fish scales in his hair. “I feel like I've been up for weeks,” he declared.

 

“You probably have,” Schu answered. “How did you like the fish place?”

 

To Yohji's surprise, Aya started grinning broadly. “It was…interesting,” was all he said.

 

“Feurig?” Schu inquired, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

 

“Well,” Aya began, “I wasn't quite awake this morning, you know.” He rested his elbow on the table, put his chin on his thumb and smiled into his index finger.

 

They waited for him to continue, and when he didn't, Yohji kicked him gently under the table. “You're still not quite awake this morning. Do you have some time off now?”

 

Aya didn't seem startled to awareness by the kick, just leaned back in his chair again. “Farf gave me the rest of the morning off. I've got to be back in by one.”

 

“You were in the middle of saying something, weren't you?” Schuldig asked. “As fascinating as it's been so far, somehow I don't think that's where the story ends.”

 

::Let him go to bed, Schu!:: Yohji chided.

 

::Hold on, I saw something interesting when I checked his head a minute ago.:::

 

Aya gave Schu a weak glare for his sarcasm. “Yeah…so I wasn't really awake, and Farfarello was trying to tell me who everybody was and where to find what we'd need, and I guess I kind of drifted off because the next thing I knew he started smacking me repeatedly across the face with a fresh trout, yelling, `Wake up, Red!!'”

 

Yohji could not imagine how such a thing would put a smile on Aya's face. From the look Schuldig threw him, he was wondering the same.

 

“So that pissed me off, and I…” Aya started giggling, eyes squeezed shut, still grinning, “…I grabbed the nearest fish at hand and walloped him with it. Only it was - “ he was laughing now, “ - it was Chilean Sea Bass, which is imported, so it was frozen solid…”

 

“Oh shit,” Schuldig murmured, beginning to grin.

 

“And I - I looked at this huge frozen fish in my hand - I'm sure I looked like I'd never seen a fish before in my life - and I look up at Farf, who's blinking at me, and all of a sudden I just started laughing - “ at this point his eyes were leaking tears and he had to take a break from his monologue to catch his breath, laughing so hard he wasn't making any noise.

 

::Wow. He's reeeeally punchy,:: Schu commented.

 

::Ya think?:: Yohji replied.

 

::Farf must like him. He seems unharmed.::

 

Yohji considered. ::He could just be saving his retribution for later.::

 

“So,” Aya continued, slapping the table, “he said, `think that's funny, do ye?' And I tried to stop laughing but I couldn't, so I brandished this big frozen fish in front of me like a katana to try and fend him off - but I couldn't hold on to it because my hands were getting numb - so I dropped it and ran like hell,” Aya choked, gulping air. “But I didn't know where I was going, so he caught up to me and poured about a pint of raw oysters down the back of my pants - “

 

Schuldig snorted laughter while Yohji shivered in disgust. “Eeew.”

 

“ - and one of the fish guys chucks me a plastic bag full of raw squid heads and yells, `Game on!' So Farf and I start chasing each other around this place - (hic) - I'm now totally lost of course - the fish guys are cheering us on and throwing us ammunition - well most of them, some weren't too happy with us after - I smacked him right in the eye with a handful of lake shrimp; he managed to toss a fish eyeball right into my mouth - ”Aya's breathing began to settle a little. “Finally he ended up winning, because of course he knows where everything is - he threw a bucket of live crabs on me, which startled me enough that I slipped and he tackled me and held me down until I conceded defeat.” He folded his arms on the table and plopped his head down on them. “'Kay I'm done.”

 

Yohji took out a cigarette - he seldom smoked these days, except with coffee - and lit up. After a drag, he said, “So who are you, and what have you done with Aya?”

 

Aya lifted his head to scowl at him. “Just because I enjoy myself once in a while doesn't mean I'm not Aya.”

 

“Sure it does. You never used to enjoy yourself at all. In fact you actively worked to not enjoy yourself because you didn't think you deserved it.” He took another sip, another puff, watching Aya with raised eyebrows that said, `n'est-ce pas?'

 

Scrubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands, Aya groaned. “I'm too tired to care whether or not I deserve anything.”

 

“What did you and Farf do after the fish-fight?” Schuldig interjected, watching Aya intently.

 

“Eh, since I lost I had to clean up the mess we made, but a lot of the fishmongers helped. Farfarello said fish people are surly, but most seemed nice enough. He walked me through the places we'd been, introduced me to everyone, showed me where everything was while I was sweeping…then he quizzed me, and I answered all of his questions correctly, so he gave me the morning off…”

 

::I don't believe this,:: Yohji sent. ::He's babbling. He never babbles.::

 

::He's so tired, poor thing,:: Schu thought, half sympathetic and half amused. ::Too bad I have to keep him up a while.::

 

::Why?:: Yohji asked, but his boyfriend ignored him.

 

“What's all that stuff you brought home?” Schu asked.

 

“Oh, it's mostly filets from different fish,” Aya responded, looking pouty. “Apparently I have trouble with the seasoning on the lighter fishes, like flounder and snapper. So Farf got me some stuff to practice on here.”

 

“Um, when exactly are you supposed to do this practicing?” Yohji asked, inhaling the last of his fag and putting it out in a small silver ashtray.

 

Aya shrugged. “Whenever.” He fell silent.

 

::He's adorable when he's sulking,:: Schu sent, grinning.

 

::Now he is,:: Yohji corrected. ::Before, he was damn scary when he was sulking. I swear he's a fucking pod person.::

 

::Don't you dare tell him that,:: Schu warned. Before Yohji could make an indignant reply, the orange-headed German announced, “So I got a phone call last night.”

 

Aya nodded. “Mamoru.”

 

“You were awake?” Schuldig looked vaguely disappointed.

 

“Only long enough to hear you say `Takatori,'” Aya assured him, and Schu looked satisfied with that.

 

“Why did he call you instead of me?” Yohji wanted to know.

 

Schu shrugged. “You had your cell turned off. Anyway, he called for you, actually, Aya. Really wanted to talk to you.”

 

Aya waved his hand dismissively. “I'll call him this weekend.”

 

“He had something important to tell you,” the telepath continued.

 

“What?” Aya asked.

 

“Something important that would definitely interest you, though how it would affect you I can't say.” Schu looked to be enjoying himself, dragging this out.

 

“Schuldig, either spit it out or I'm going to go shower,” Aya growled, and Yohji found himself pleased that Aya was as irascible as ever. He was about to make a comment to that effect when Aya suddenly sat bolt upright, a thought apparently having occurred to him. “Is it Ken? Did something happen?”

 

Schuldig looked mischievous and smug. “Oh, yeah, Takatori said to tell you that Ken's extremely depressed and has lost a lot of weight since he went back in the institution. He misses you, the nurses say he calls out your names - yours and your sister's - every night when he sleeps, and he asks about you all the time. But he wasn't the reason for the phone call.”

 

“I'm sure Mamoru did not tell you to relay all that to Aya,” Yohji ground out, his eyes narrowed, doing his very own `death glare.'

 

“Maybe not, I can't remember,” Schuldig said airily. “But he did say all that.” ::I couldn't help it; Ken's just so pathetic.::

 

Yohji's glare intensified.

 

“Schuldig - “ Aya began, and his tone wiped the smirk right off of the telepath's face.

 

“Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Aya,” he said, stretching his hand toward the younger redhead, palm up, across the table.

 

Aya stared at it, and folded his arms over his chest. He had a very dark expression, and from the way his jaw was moving Yohji guessed he was grinding his teeth.

 

Schuldig sighed and withdrew his hand, shrugging the slightest bit. “Aya-chan called Takatori from Kyoto, wanting to know where you were.”

 

Yohji couldn't smother a surprised gasp.

 

Aya went very still. “Why did she return to Japan?” he asked after a few moments. He sounded strained.

 

“Apparently she's felt horrendously guilty ever since she talked to Yohji, and decided she was ready to see you again. She was scared when the house was empty; she thought maybe you had - that something had happened to you,” Schuldig finished, evidently trying for a little tact now.

 

“She returned just for me?” Aya sounded disbelieving.

 

“Why else would she go back, Aya?“ Yohji felt all the anger he'd felt for Aya-chan rising up in him again, and tamped it down. But he felt sick to his stomach. Now that Aya's sister was worming her way back into their lives, Aya was going to want to go back to Japan. Yohji liked New Orleans a lot, liked their house, liked having Schu and Aya with him. He even liked having Farfarello nearby, because Schu and Aya seemed to get along with him so well. Now Aya was going to leave him for his sister yet again -

 

Yohji was startled out of his brooding when Aya banged the table hard with his fists. He looked livid. “Aya? What's up?” he asked, uncertain to whom his anger was directed. Probably at Schuldig, for not telling him about Aya-chan soon enough…

 

“What's up? She fucking knows Japan is crawling with Esszet agents who'd love to get their hands on her, that's what's up! After everything I told her, everything I showed her, she goes back just to…” he trailed off. He'd half-risen out of his seat, and sank down into it, putting his face in his hands.

 

“Aya?” Schuldig asked tentatively.

 

::Can you leave us alone for a little, Schu?:: Yohji asked.

 

::Why?::

 

::Just…:: Yohji sighed. ::Please, Schu.::

 

Schuldig gave him a sulky and slightly hurt look, but got up and went out the back door.

 

Yohji got up and squatted next to Aya, pulling on one of his arms. Aya's hands fell from his face. His stunning eyes were shining, but his face was dry. Yohji took Aya's hand and rubbed his thumb back and forth across the palm, a gesture that had soothed Aya in the past.

 

Aya took a shuddery breath. “I can't deal with this right now, Yohji,” he croaked. “I just can't. I'm so mad…I'm too exhausted to be so angry.”

 

Yohji tried hard to keep a serious face, but it was hard, because he felt elated. Finally, finally, there was some hope that Aya-chan wouldn't turn their lives upside-down simply by existing. “I understand. I think it's good that you can be mad at her.”

 

Aya looked at him, puzzled. “I've been mad at her plenty.”

 

Yohji shook his head. “Frustrated, maybe, and maybe before the - when you were kids you got mad, but - “

 

Aya pulled his hand back. “How would you know anything about it, Yohji? You weren't there when I was living with her.”

 

“I would have been if you'd have let me,” he replied, and kicked himself. What the hell was wrong with him today? He was usually better at self-censorship. Well, maybe Aya would feel better if Yohji made himself the focus of Aya's anger.

 

But Aya didn't get mad. He pushed back his chair and stood up, pulling Yohji up with him into a hug. “I know,” Aya whispered by his ear. “I know that.” Aya hugged him more tightly.

 

Fish-smelling though he was, it felt damn good to hold Aya in his arms again. To really hold him, and be held by him. Too good, judging from the growing tightness of his pants. “Mmmm, I love it when you use the squid shampoo,” he joked, to change the subject and to distract himself from the feel of Aya's body against his.

 

“Farf had the squid shampoo. I had the oyster bath,” Aya returned, turning his face into Yohji's neck, not loosening his hold. “Seafood spas are the best.”

 

“Ha, still, you should probably get a proper bath as well.” Yohji couldn't keep his voice from quaking slightly at the feel of Aya's breath against his throat. ::Schuldig, you can come back now,:: he sent, nervous that he'd lose his cool soon.

 

“That sounds nice, Yohji, a bath,” Aya murmured, his voice low and throaty. “Or a shower.” Yohji felt Aya's grin against his skin. “Remember when I couldn't take a shower if you were in the house, unless I wanted…” Aya let his voice trail off, quite deliberately, Yohji thought. “Even after a mission.”

 

Yohji felt his temperature rise about twelve degrees as his semi-hard cock ripened into a full-blown hard-on. “Of course I remember,” he said, rolling his eyes at himself when his voice cracked like he was thirteen again. He tried to pull away - well, he thought about trying. Aya was toying with the hair at the nape of his neck with one hand, and teasing the thin strip of skin between his waistband and his t-shirt with the other, and Aya's fingertips were little nodes of tingling flame no matter where he touched. The only move Yohji actually made was to pull Aya even closer against him. ::Schu! Help me!::

 

::Ooooh, no. You wanted to be alone with him, you have to deal with the consequences.::

 

::I can't! And you, you'd have him undressed and bent over the table by now if he was doing this to you, and you know it!:: Aya kissed his throat lightly and he gasped. ::Quit being so amused and - :: Aya nibbled a spot under his chin that had always driven him crazy. “Fucking hell!” he exclaimed, grabbing Aya's head and kissing him hard.

 

Of course Schuldig chose that moment to come sauntering through the door. ::How scandalous,:: he commented wryly.

 

::You might as well just share this with me, because I can't stop now,:: Yohji admonished, feeling heady. He was firmly of the opinion that Aya was one of the world's best kissers, when he put his mind to it, and his mind certainly seemed put to it…

 

::I'm surprised at you, Yohji. Calling Aya `this'. He's a person, you know.::

 

::I meant…:: Yohji had just meant the kiss, not Aya himself, but he couldn't think straight enough to send all that. Aya's velvet, violet-sweet tongue sliding across his own, and his sensual undulations, kept Yohji's brain from functioning properly.

 

::I know what you meant. You're thinking too small.::

 

Aya moaned into his mouth, and Yohji cracked an eye open. Schuldig was kneeling on the floor behind Aya, had pulled up Aya's shirt and was licking and nibbling his lower back - something that never failed to fuel Aya's furnace. He had Aya's braid about halfway undone, as well. ::You bastard. You've been talking to him too this whole time, haven't you?::

 

::Yep. Stop kissing him for a second so I can take his shirt off.::

 

::Not a chance! Not while he's not trying to sever my tongue with his teeth. You'll just have to get a scissors and cut it off. Besides, you kissed him longer the other d - :: Yohji couldn't finish the thought because Aya growled and sucked his tongue into his own mouth, almost fellating it, pulling a needy, sighing whine from Yohji's throat.

 

After a couple more minutes Aya broke the kiss and raised his arms, breathing hard and beautifully flushed. Yohji tried hard to keep his knees from buckling. He'd never thought to see Aya this way again.

 

Schuldig, who stood behind him, pulled Aya's shirt up and over his head, and Aya grabbed it and tossed it on the floor. That was different - Aya used to be very anal about his clothes, even old sweatpants. But the sharp pang of nostalgia he felt was dispelled instantly by the sight of his beautiful boyfriend standing behind his stunning ex, running his hands lightly over Aya's tightly muscled abdomen. As his blue eyes bored into Yohji, Aya - his hair unbound now and spilling over Schu's arms - tilted his head back and began nibbling lightly on the German's earlobe. His arms reached for Yohji, who rushed into them, kissing his blue-eyed lover while his hands wandered the still-familiar curves of Aya's hard white chest.

 

::I don't know if I care for these pangs of nostalgia you two keep having. Are you sure I shouldn't go outside and leave you two alone?:: Schuldig sent. Yohji could hear amusement in his voice, but also nervousness, like he thought they might actually tell him to leave.

 

::Don't you dare,:: Yohji answered, winding a hand in his hair and kissing him harder.

 

::It's either both of you or not at all,:: he heard Aya say in his mind. Yohji was glad he'd finally be able to hear what Aya and Schu were saying to each other. “I need a shower,” Aya announced in a lust-thickened voice. He was riding one of Yohji's thighs, and Yohji could feel how hard he was. Hell, he was pretty steely himself, especially at the thought of getting to fuck Aya in the shower again…

 

Holy shit. They were going to fuck Aya. ::Are you sure about this, Aya?:: he asked, breaking the kiss with Schu to look at him.

 

Aya's eyes narrowed a little. He pushed Yohji firmly away from him, a little smirk on his face. He walked behind Schuldig and put his hands on Schu's shoulders. ::What are you -- :: the German began, when Aya suddenly jumped up onto Schuldig's back, thighs clenching his waist tightly. Surprised, Schu hooked his arms under Aya's knees, and he wrapped his arms around the telepath's neck.

 

“Shower,” Aya commanded, giving Schu's ear a sharp little nip.

 

Schuldig met Yohji's eyes, and grinned. “Whatever you say, my Feurig,” he said, and then took off running. Yohji followed at a more dignified speed, taking his shirt off and undoing his tight jeans as he walked.

 

::Hurry up, slowpoke!:: Schu gave a giddy laugh in his mind, and Yohji trotted the rest of the way to the bathroom, hopping around while yanking his jeans off as he went.

 

Nude, he stood in the doorway, lightly stroking his erection as he watched Schu and Aya, who was now naked, making out. Aya was finishing unbuttoning Schuldig's shirt, which Schuldig tore off impatiently and dropped to the floor. He wrapped his arms tightly around the other redhead, pressing their chests together, and hummed happily into Aya's mouth.

 

::You taste so sweet…you feel so good, Feurig…:: Schuldig's mental voice sounded breathless, which Yohji found amusing.

 

::So do you. Are you just going to watch, Yotan?:: Aya purred.

 

::As nice as voyeurism is, I think I'll join you. I'll get the water started while you finish undressing Schu.::

 

Yohji heard Schu's breath catch, and saw that Aya had grabbed his clothed hard-on.

 

::Oops. Missed the zipper,:: Aya teased.

 

Schu growled, and grabbed Aya's ass to crush their groins together. Yohji could hardly tear his eyes from Aya - he was more beautiful now than ever, and the sight of his very sexy boyfriend enjoying Aya's attentions made his cock weep. He managed to turn away and enter their big, custom slate stand-up shower, and adjusted the water until it was steamy but not scalding.

 

When he turned back around, Aya was right in front of him. “You look just as beautiful as I remember,” Aya said softly, almost sadly. Walking him backwards so they were both getting hit with the water - their shower that had jets on three walls, positioned so one's whole body got wet at once - he pulled Aya gently against him, biting his own lip and trembling from the sight of Aya naked and the feel of his body, his cock, against his own. He couldn't stop a whimper from escaping his lips.

 

“You are…indescribable,” he whispered. He didn't think Aya heard him.

 

Schuldig opened the shower door and came in, pressing himself to Aya's back. ::Are we going to have a sweet, nostalgic, sentimental shower, or are we going to get it the fuck on, ladies?::

 

Aya unwrapped his arms from Yohji's waist and threw them backwards around Schuldig's neck. Rubbing sensually against both of them, Aya sent, ::I would like to actually get a little clean.::

 

::I don't know, Aya, I think we're going to do some very dirty things to you,:: Yohji answered, glad again that Schu was there and he could still communicate somewhat even though the press and slide of Aya's cock against his own was making him worry that he was going to blow his wad too early. He moaned and fumbled for the shower gel. ::Schu, can you keep me from embarrassing myself? I want this to last as long as possible::

 

::No problem whatsoever.:: Schu liked to say that sex was in the mind of the beholder, and it had always held true as far as Yohji was concerned. Schuldig could use telepathy to stimulate someone to orgasm almost instantly, or he could use it to prolong an erection indefinitely - he'd kept Yohji hard for over sixteen hours once, just to prove he could. After being aroused for so long, Yohji simply couldn't take it anymore and had sobbed for about an hour when Schuldig let him come - he'd come hard, his orgasm sharp and filled with more pain than pleasure.

 

But that had not been a very pleasant experience, and having Aya rocking his hips gently against his own was entirely pleasant, so he left off thinking about it. Stopped thinking at all, in fact. He took one of Schuldig's hands and poured some gel into it, and then drizzled the soap directly on Aya's chest. He and Schu had moved Aya backward so that he wasn't in the spray - they'd done this without any communication between them; apparently they both really wanted to see Aya all lathered up.

 

Yohji's hands skated firmly over the planes of Aya's torso, getting him slippery. ::Don't get soap up my ass,:: Aya warned, as he opened his mouth and began panting lightly. Schuldig was on his knees behind Aya; Yohji could imagine what he was doing down there.

 

::Wanna feel what I'm doing to him, baby?:: Schu asked.

 

::Yeah,:: Yohji replied, getting more soap and rubbing it on Aya's arms. Abruptly he felt as though there were hands on his ass, lathering it, long fingers spending far too much time cleaning and teasing his entrance. He squirmed and crushed himself against Aya's soapy body, squeezing a shower gelled hand between them and wrapping it around Aya's cock. Aya gasped and mewled, and then groaned as Yohji jerked him with long, slow, slippery strokes.

 

::Hey!:: Schuldig sounded excited. Well, more excited. ::His mind is opening like the thighs of a $20 hooker! Keep doing that!::

 

Yohji looked over Aya's shoulder. ::Stay out of his head, Schu, unless he invites you in.::

 

Schuldig glared at him. ::I only want to have access for sexual purposes.::

 

::Fine with me,:: Aya replied, arching into Yohji's grip.

 

::I figured as much. Aya, move so I can rinse you off. I want to rim you.::

 

Aya's grin as he moved was almost manic. ::Nothing like a rimjob to round out a morning, I always say,:: he sent.

 

Yohji decided to stop being surprised by Aya this morning. Obviously he was temporarily mental. ::You've never said that. What you've always said is `Get off me, I have to get ready for work.'::

 

Aya shrugged and flipped his hair over one shoulder. ::`Always' is relative.::

 

::No it's not!::

 

Aya opened his mouth as if to say something, but his eyes widened and all that came out was a stuttered moan, as Yohji felt the sensation of a tongue between his cheeks. ::Schu, you're so handy to have around,:: he praised, as his fingertips teased Aya's cock-head.

 

::I know, I'm the best.::

 

Aya pulled Yohji to him and began kissing him ardently, clutching his shoulders and groaning in a constant stream so that his tongue vibrated. Yohji clung to him tightly, sucking hard on that tongue and imagining it on his cock.

 

No sooner had he thought of that when Schuldig suggested, ::Aya, will it be too uncomfortable for you to bend over and blow my boyfriend while I'm tongue-fucking you?::

 

::Oh, please say it won't be,:: Yohji sent before he could stop himself, moaning just at the imagery that question conjured.

 

::It won't be,:: he heard Aya send as he was pushed gently backward. Aya's hands slid down Yohji's chest and belly as he bent slowly over, both of them gasping as Schuldig teased Aya's ass and balls with lips, tongue and fingers.

 

When he was in position, Aya didn't bother with any coyness, just wrapped his fist around that cock and swallowed it. At the same time, Schu speared his tongue inside Aya. Yohji screamed, afraid he was going to come despite Schuldig's earlier assurance.

 

::I know my job, blondie. Holy…Scheiße, he's good at that! Feel how good you are at that, Aya!::

 

Aya stopped sucking and his eyes went wide. He swallowed around Yohji's cock experimentally, and bobbed his head. ::Um. I'm…blowing myself.:: He sucked, pulled back and hummed around the head of Yohji's cock. ::Ooooohhh…I can't do this in this position; my knees are going to buckle.::

 

::No problem. Back up a little. Yohji, move away from the wall so I can get behind you.:: Schuldig stood, walked to Yohji's side and kissed him. “Hi!”

 

“Hi, babe,” Yohji said. “It's good we went for the tankless water heater, huh?” he continued. They'd invested in it especially for shower sex, since having the water turn cold when you were playing in it was no fun. They were getting more than their money's worth this morning alone, as far as he was concerned.

 

“Yeah, because this ain't over yet.” Schu grinned from ear to ear, and began kissing his way down Yohji's back. ::Spread `em a little, baby,:: Schu commanded, slapping the insides of his calves lightly. Yohji obliged. ::Start again, Aya.::

 

::Bossy,:: Aya commented, but slid forward a bit so he was kneeling close enough to lick Yohji's balls, which he did, shivering as he felt the sensation on himself. ::This is so weird!::

 

::Weird good?:: Yohji asked, stroking his fingers through Aya's hair.

 

::I don't know. We'll have to do this every morning until I can make up my mind,:: he sent, and Yohji laughed. ::Evenings too, maybe…:: he continued, swallowing Yohji's shaft and sucking languidly, sensually, ::…lunch breaks…::

 

::Your circuits blown yet, Aya?:: Schu asked. Yohji wondered what he was planning.

 

::Not blown…sizzling, though,:: Aya admitted. ::Mmmm…:: He bobbed his head a little faster, working his tongue and throat. ::You're right, I'm great at this!::

 

::Know who else is great at oral?:: Schu asked, a sly tone coloring his question.

 

::Yohji,:: Aya answered without hesitation, which made Yohji smile and pet his head, even though he was having a hard enough time just trying to stand and not drool all over Aya's head.

 

::Sure, but I meant me,:: Schu pouted.

 

::I haven't had a blow-job from you,:: Aya pointed out.

 

::You're right. Let's fix that.::

 

Yohji felt his boyfriend between his legs just before Aya's head abruptly fell backwards off his cock, which made Yohji want to cry - either that, or grab that red head and shove it back in his crotch where it belonged. Aya's eyes were tightly shut and his mouth open, heedless of the water falling into it, his deep, continuous moan just audible over the hissing of the shower. Down in Aya's lap he could see Schuldig's head, wet hair a dark auburn. He felt Schu's mouth on Aya, and wanted Aya's back on him. ::Aya, don't stop,:: Yohji pleaded.

 

Aya stared up at Yohji, beautiful eyes wide. ::I'll end up coming in the next five seconds,:: he complained.

 

::No, you won't. Schu won't let you.:: Yohji stroked Aya's face tenderly with the back of his hand.

 

::I don't want my senses dulled,:: Aya protested.

 

Schu answered him. ::That's not how it works, Feurig. Just trust me and eat Yohji's cock, would you?::

 

Aya laughed - a deep, genuine laugh that made Yohji's heart triphammer in his chest - and sent, ::You're the soul of romance, Schuldig.::

 

::Hey, you were stalling.::

 

Aya shook his head and slid his lips over Yohji's cock-head once more, all three of them groaning and trembling together.

 

It was hard to distinguish individual sensations after that point - to Yohji it felt like having several cocks at once, all being serviced by a bevy of talented mouths, including his own - even though he wasn't sucking anyone off. And a hand - Schuldig was apparently stroking himself. The sensations were magnified and confusing - he felt what Schuldig felt, so he felt as though he were sucking Aya and stroking himself, but Schuldig was also feeding Yohji's and Aya's sensations to himself, and the same with Aya, so Yohji felt what everyone was feeling from two other sources as well, and so on, and water pouring over everyone, and…

 

It didn't bear thinking about. Not that he was actually thinking about anything, just having images fly through his brain as he fell into a morass of sucking, stroking pleasure.

 

::Alright, I can't stand it anymore,:: Schuldig declared, and abruptly they were all back in their own bodies, feeling their own sensations, gasping and shaking. ::I want to fuck Aya. Any objections?::

 

::No objections, but two conditions,:: Aya responded as Schuldig crawled around Yohji, grabbing Aya and making out fervently with him. Yohji hoped Aya's conditions had something to do with including him, but the two of them looked so hot together…

 

::What conditions, Feurig?::

 

::I want to fuck Yohji while you're fucking me, if that's okay with you, Yohji.::

 

Yohji was ecstatic. ::Are you kidding? I've wanted that ever since - I mean, I guess it's okay with me if it's okay with Schu.:: Yohji wanted to kick his stupid brain.

 

::Only if Aya will be my new boyfriend once I make fertilizer out of you, sweetheart,:: Schu sent, releasing Aya's mouth to stick out his tongue at the blond. ::Hmm, a `mo chain… we're all of similar heights, so it might work.:: Yohji was relieved that he didn't really look or sound angry.

 

::I can't be angry,:: Schuldig sent, helping Aya up. ::I get to fuck the second-hottest redhead on the planet. Anyone who asks me who the first-hottest is gets a bullet in the ear.::

 

Yohji and Aya rolled their eyes at each other. ::What's your other condition, Aya?:: Yohji asked

 

::I don't want to feel anyone's sensations but mine. It's…nice…more than nice, but it's so confusing. Kind of…unnerving.::

 

::That's alright, Aya. Yohji, I'll just give you what I'm feeling and take on what you're feeling, and that way it'll be like everyone's in the middle.::

 

Yohji smiled broadly at Schu. ::Have I mentioned how great you are lately?::

 

::Yes, but it's never too often.:: Schu smiled and kissed him softly, then pulled Aya between them.

 

::Turn around, Yohji,:: Aya instructed, but Yohji shook his head.

 

::Uh-uh, I want to see the two of you.:: He backed up against the wall, reaching up to grab one of the many strategic bars set in the shower walls - covered with non-stick rubber to prevent slippage, even. Showing off a little, he slid a leg up Aya's side until it rested on his shoulder. ::Got lube, gorgeous?::

 

::No, but there's conditioner,:: Aya sent, reaching for the bottle. ::You're not uncomfortable?::

 

Yohji smiled at Aya and Schuldig, who was plastered to Aya's back and leering over his shoulder. ::I'm fantastic.::

 

While Aya poured conditioner into his hand, Schuldig turned the water pressure down slightly and turned off a few of the jets so no one was getting their face sprayed. Then he pressed himself to Aya's back as he took the conditioner from him, biting Aya's shoulder and soothing the mark with his tongue. ::Mmmm…I've wanted to do this with you for years, Feurig,:: Schu admitted, mental voice hungry, full of flames.

 

Aya didn't respond, just pressed two slippery fingers into Yohji, who hummed with pleasure. He tightened his hands on the bar above and slid his leg higher on Aya's shoulder, opening himself up more. Aya turned his head to the side, leaning it back against Yohji's calf, so that Schuldig could kiss him. Yohji saw Aya start panting against Schu's mouth, and felt Aya slip another finger inside him. He struggled not to close his eyes as Aya began delicately teasing that place…the electric pleasure button, Schu liked to call it. Mild sparkles danced across his nerves. He sighed happily.

 

Aya groaned, lapping at Schuldig's lips and teeth. ::God…you've got the longest fingers…:: The fingers in Yohji curled spastically, and Yohji gasped as a field of stars washed across his vision.

 

::As nice a compliment as that is,:: Schu began, trailing biting kisses down Aya's neck, ::I'd rather you saved them for a different body part.::

 

Aya withdrew his fingers, making Yohji writhe and whine at the loss, even as he anticipated something larger replacing them. Aya nudged Yohji's leg off of his shoulder, letting it fall into the crook of his arm. Yohji lifted his other leg and Aya hooked his other arm around it, pressing him against the wall. With a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a groan, he pushed into Yohji with one smooth stroke, planting his feet firmly on the wet slate floor.

 

“Aya!” Yohji gasped, again and again. “Aya, Aya, Aya…” A tidal wave of emotions crashed over him - love, hurt, grief, relief, joy - he couldn't identify them all. “Aya,” he sobbed.

 

“Yohji,” Aya breathed near his ear, pulling back and pushing into him hard. Then he paused, and uttered a long, hoarse cry as Schuldig fed Yohji the sensation of sinking his cock into Aya's body. Yohji forgot how to breathe. Then they started moving, finding a rhythm, and Yohji forgot everything in the world except the two men in front of him.

 

Aya was so beautiful, rapturous, his eyes almost indigo in his passion; behind him Schuldig was also beautiful, clutching Aya's hips and thrusting into him with abandon. Aya had found a good angle, and every stroke flooded his nervous system with white-hot sparks. That and the feel of Aya clenched tight around his cock - Schu's cock - it didn't really matter whose it was, just that it was Aya he was buried in, and it felt amazing, and he never wanted this to end.

 

The pace got more frenzied, and all three of them were grunting, groaning and mewling, Yohji and Schuldig crying out mostly incoherent words of passion to Aya and each other. ::I'm…taking off…mental…cock rings,:: Schuldig managed. Yohji couldn't think clearly enough to respond, but it didn't matter. Aya started really driving into him, teeth clenched, tendons standing out on his throat. Yohji felt Aya's muscles contracting and loosening rhythmically around Schuldig - God, he loved that feeling - and the water - he was drowning, but he didn't care, it was too good - the water was melting the three of them together, binding them, they would never be separate beings again -

 

His orgasm didn't hit him at ramming speed, as it usually did. It began as a trickle of heat in his belly, slowly ascending like a diver, knowing it would have to emerge eventually but in no hurry. The heat spread first to his groin and then down his legs, up his chest, to his throat, behind his eyes and down his arms, like softly glowing wires. The heat began to intensify faster and faster; Yohji started shaking helplessly. He was all ablaze, a pillar of white fire and bliss, burning so long he thought he might never be extinguished.

 

The heat began to fade, somewhat more rapidly than it had emerged, and he heard Aya scream like a bird as he came, flooding Yohji with a milder heat. He wanted to put his arms around Aya, but he was afraid Aya wouldn't be able to hold all of his weight at the moment. He could feel Schuldig pounding into Aya with his finishing rhythm, before he was carried away again on Schuldig's orgasm. Judging from the way Aya was moaning, Schu was sharing it with him as well. It was so lovely and sweet to be sharing this between the three of them, he and the men he loved most in the world. Nothing could be finer.

 

As he came down he was feeling ridiculously sentimental, and felt himself sobbing quietly, unable to help it. He felt a little redeemed when he noticed that Aya was crying as well - smiling, too. Schuldig wasn't weepy, but after Aya let Yohji down and Schu helped him rub circulation back into Yohji's arms, Schuldig pulled both of them close and held them tight. They were silent, except for the water. The three men held on to each other, not kissing or rubbing, just being close.

 

By some unspoken agreement, Yohji and Schuldig started washing Aya's hair. They ran their fingers through it as they washed, wrapped themselves in it, flicked each other with it - to Aya's annoyance. To soothe Aya, they kissed and petted him, bit and stroked him. By the time they got all the conditioner out, Aya was nearly asleep on his feet. He and Schuldig dried Aya off, and Yohji laid him on their bed, covering him with a small green velvet quilt. They put on robes and adjourned to the living room.

 

“I want to call him in sick,” Yohji said, feeling a little distressed. “He needs to rest.”

 

“I wouldn't,” Schuldig advised.

 

“Yeah, I guess Aya would be pissed if I did that.”

 

“That wasn't what I meant, but yeah, he would,” Schu mused. “I meant, Aya's not working in a half-assed florist's anymore - “

 

“Hey! We were a very full-assed florist's, thank you very little!” Yohji interrupted, indignant.

 

Schu waved his hands in a dismissive `whatever' gesture. “Anyway he can't be calling in sick because he needs sleep. Farfie will get majorly pissed, and will probably fire him. He's got to be there. Farf says he basically allows his people to call in if they're dying or had a few limbs broken. He said if they've only got one broken leg, they'd better hop on in on the other one and get to work. I don't know if that was an exaggeration or not - hard to tell, with him - but even if it was, I don't think exhaustion is a good enough excuse.”

 

“Mm,” Yohji grunted. His mind wasn't really on the subject of Aya's employment anymore.

 

“What's wrong, baby? You look worried and tense. I don't know how you can be tense after what we just did.” Schu's expression went from concerned to blissful. He licked his lips. “Aya's ass was soooo worth waiting for. God, he's delicious…he was made for sin.” He shifted a little and pressed his palm to his groin. “Shit, I already want him again…”

 

Yohji let out a deep breath. “Schu, as much as it pains me to say this - I must be out of my fucking mind to say this, really - but I don't think we should have fucked Aya.”

 

Schu looked shocked. “You're right; you're out of your fucking mind.”

 

“No, honestly. Why did Aya come on to us like he did this morning?”

 

“Because we're dead sexy and completely irresistible. Especially together. I'm surprised he didn't jump us sooner.”

 

Schuldig's smug expression faded as Yohji just glared at him. “I know you know better than that, Schuldig.”

 

His lover sighed. “Yes, I know better. He wanted to escape. From his anger, from his sister, from himself. He wanted to indulge himself in denial, even if it couldn't last. I knew it when he first asked if he could kiss you.”

 

“He did?”

 

“Yes. I told him no, he couldn't, he had to make you kiss him. Which he did quite admirably. Then he asked - pleaded, almost - for me to make love to him with you. I knew why he was asking, but I didn't see any reason to refuse him. Do you?” Schu was looking at him curiously.

 

“Yes! The two of us were terribly, terribly selfish, taking advantage of Aya like that. And what happens now? Are we making him a full, equal partner in our relationship?”

 

“No!” The German looked horrified. “I mean, I care about him, I feel tenderly toward him, I might even love him, but it's nothing like what I feel for you, Yohji. Nothing at all. The way I love you is just…” He shook his head. “It's bone-deep, Yohji. I can't be without you.” He looked up at Yohji, wide-eyed. “Do you want him in our relationship, Yohji? Do you love him that much?”

 

Yohji sighed, pulling his boyfriend close beside him. “I don't know exactly what I feel for him, Schu. I know I love him, but I don't know how deep it goes. All I know is that you're my partner, and that's the way I intend for it to stay. I don't want to mess that up, and bringing in another person - even if it's Aya - could be disastrous.”

 

Schuldig nodded. “So, it's only sex, then. Sex, affection and friendship. I don't think that's unhealthy for him, do you?”

 

Yohji sighed. “I don't know. I guess we'll have to wait and see how he reacts. He might want to pretend it never happened. Or it might not affect him much at all.”

 

They snuggled on the couch in silence for a while. “About Aya's sister,” Schuldig began, apropos of nothing, “I picked up something from her in France that puts her actions in a bit of perspective.”

 

“And you're only telling me about it now?” Yohji asked.

 

“At the time I was more concerned about your feelings for Aya, than Aya-chan's neuroses. I didn't think of it again until just now, since we'd brought up the other Fujimiya and denial.”

 

“This oughta be good,” Yohji muttered.

 

“You recall, I'm certain, her assurance that Ran wanted to screw her?”

 

“How could I forget?”

 

“Well, she was projecting.”

 

Yohji's eyes widened. “Ahhhh, okay. So she really wanted to screw him. That makes more sense. She's still a - “

 

“No, she didn't. Neither of the Fujimiya siblings have incestuous leanings. However, all her life, Aya-chan has seen the effect that Aya has on people, the extreme, very often sexual reactions people usually have to him. She was afraid, once he started needing to hold her when he was sleeping, that she would start to want him. Really, ever since she hit puberty it's been nagging at the back of her mind, that fear. But she's never admitted to herself that the fear is there, so when Aya's actions threatened to bring it from her subconscious to her conscious mind, she simply projected it onto him.”

 

“Heh. Next time I see her, I'll be more than happy to bring it up to her conscious mind.” Yohji usually wasn't one to hold a grudge, but since France just the thought of Aya-chan was enough to start his blood simmering.

 

“Oh, yes. Aya will be so pleased when you and his sister get into a raging cat-fight as soon as she turns up on the doorstep.”

 

“Turns up on…she's coming here?” Yohji looked to the front of the house, alarmed, half expecting the doorbell to start ringing.

 

Schuldig smacked the back of his head lightly. “Not yet, dummy. I didn't get a chance to get into this earlier,” he smirked, “but yeah, she wants to come here. So we'll discuss it with Aya...er, sometime. I'm not sure what his schedule is.”

 

Yohji fumed. “She's not moving in.”

 

“No,” Schuldig agreed. “And we're not letting Aya move out. But we will let her visit him, if that's what he wants. If it is, Nagi will be accompanying her, to ensure her safety.”

 

“Wow,” Yohji mused, “three-quarters of Schwarz back together again. Should Aya and I be worried?”

 

“Of course you should. Huh, I hadn't even thought about Nagi and Farf wanting to meet up. But anyway, this all hinges on whether Aya even wants to see Aya-chan again.”

 

Yohji leaned into Schuldig and sighed heavily. “I don't think he'll refuse her, if she wants to see him.”

 

Schu squeezed him briefly. “Neither do I, Yotan.”

 

 

A/N: heh, I posted this and forgot about responses…but, here they are now.

 

Darke: Thanks! A couple of my source books said that the last vestiges of the true pirates are all in the food industry.

 

Omni-sama: Thank you! I suppose you liked this chapter, then. Funny, I wasn't planning on them doing that…Aya kinda sprang it on me.

 

KD: Did you see? Troutie had a cameo! You'll have to tell me if you think my description of that piece of music was accurate when you get your CD.

 

mm-chan: Enough Yohji in this chapter? (mm: No! Never enough!)

 

Bly: I'm glad that you keep reading despite whatever mistakes I'm making…I honestly don't know whose or what actions would be incongruent and why. If you would be so kind, Bly-bear, send me an email explaining it? Because if something seems off to you, chances are it's off to other people as well.

 

Misty: Glass Houses fucking RULES. V5's amazing; she's kept it up for, like, two and a half years. And the plot(s) is still fascinating; the quality of the writing is so consistent! She rocks my world. Anyway, back to me. I'm so glad you like. I don't have a OTP, but FxAxF is my favorite pairing.

 

eva84: I am glad you liked the kitchen scenes, because there are more in Ch. 14. Thanks!

 

Yotan: That's the sort of review that makes me glad I started this whole mess. Makes me feel all warm and squishy. Thank you so much! I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the fic just as much.

 

Vana: Heh heh…you should get a drool bucket and strap it under your chin. Always helps me. I appreciate your feedback and I'm really glad you're enjoying the fic!

 

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