Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Unspoken Promises ❯ Chapter 1

Unspoken Promises - Chapter One

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss or any aspect of the characters; they just wouldn't leave me alone until I put this story down. This is my own little spin on the Weiss Kruez series and may contain spoilers but does not follow the story exactly. In addition, this has been influenced by the many wonderful fanfics out there, so please forgive me if anything seems familiar.

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The mission had been a disaster from the start. Weiss had not done the reconnaissance for the mission and the intel had been incomplete. It turned out that there had been a meeting scheduled by the target, that included some high level Yakuza, at the same time selected for the mission. This meeting had been missed in the intelligence report, thus there were numerous armed guards there that had not been accounted for.

Weiss had completed the mission, but at a high cost. Two of their members had been injured. Ken with a non-lethal gunshot injury and concussion. Yohji with a deep knife wound to his shoulder causing a considerable amount of blood loss.

Omi was watching over Ken, so that was how Aya found himself to be in Yohji's room sitting next to him on his bed in the predawn hours. Omi and Aya had both tended to the injured men when they had gotten home and once they were stable, they each had taken a quick shower before returning to their teammate's bed sides.

The painkillers he'd given Yohji had knocked him out allowing Aya to stitch his wounds without hurting him further and he still had not come round yet. Yohji had lost quite a bit of blood which was probably the reason he was still unconscious.

Aya closed his eyes for a minute feeling his shoulders droop slightly. He was exhausted but couldn't sleep until he was sure Yohji was all right. The last few weeks had really been hell on both of the men. Yohji, fighting his demons over killing Neu. Aya, worried because of Aya-chan's abduction. He'd also been extremely worried about Yohji, who seemed to be drinking himself to death the past several weeks. Only the mission had kept him sober the last few days.

Opening his eyes he looked at Yohji again. For a moment, Aya let himself admire the man in front of him. If he was honest with himself, he would admit that he was attracted to the blond and had been for some time. He kept this to himself in order spare himself the humiliation that would certainly have arisen had it being known he desired Yohji. Aya, who had never been in a relationship before, was sure the attraction was not reciprocated and was not willing to risk his feelings that way.

But Yohji was so beautiful. Many times Aya watched him surreptitiously as they worked together in the Koneko or exercised in the gym. Almost as if in a trance, he found himself reaching out to draw his fingers gently through golden hair as he slowly bent his head to touch his lips to that full mouth. He closed his eyes to savor the feeling of how soft those lips were before pulling back, only to gasp, his heart his throat, when he saw green eyes staring at him.

"Aya…Is this a dream?" Aya tried to get off the bed, but Yohji grabbed him around the neck and pulled him back down. "Because if it is, don't wake me up." He whispered against Aya's lips.

When Yohji's tongue brushed his lips, Aya opened his mouth to let it in. Aya was now the one thinking this was a dream. He'd fantasized this moment forever but nothing came close to the sudden heat that filled him. His heart was pounding and he couldn't breathe.

Aya pulled back and drew deep breaths trying to calm his racing heart. He had trouble meeting Yohji's gaze but looked at him when Yohji spoke. "I've wanted to do that for the longest time, I just didn't think you felt the same way. I want you Aya."

Aya could only stare at him, unable to respond. Instead, he leaned down to kiss Yohji again.

Yohji groaned in pain as he tried to lift his other arm to place around Aya. "Damn. I forgot the knife wound. That means you're going to have to come closer by yourself."

Aya pulled back a moment uncertain what to do. Should he go or should he stay? He'd wanted this for the longest time and wasn't sure he'd get another chance. He had so many regrets in his life, would this be one more?

Looking into Yohji's eyes, he suddenly didn't care anymore. He wanted this. He wanted this man and was going to let it happen. Aya was going to take it to whatever conclusion it led to and deal with any consequences that came about from it later.

"I want you too, Yohji, but I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure we should be doing this right now?" Concern showing in his eyes.

"I don't care how much my shoulder hurts, I'm not giving you the chance to change your mind. Come here." Yohji tugged on him with his good arm until he gave in. Aya lay down next to Yohji's good side and leaned in for another kiss.

Yohji slid his hand under Aya's t-shirt to caress a toned chest. Aya's breath hitched when Yohji lightly pinched a hardened nipple. Yohji kissed his way down a strong chin to nuzzle, then suck on Aya's neck and he was rewarded with a mewl from the redhead.

As much as Aya was enjoying the sensations from Yohji's talented mouth, he wanted to taste his new lover also. Breaking away, he kissed his way down Yohji's neck and chest until he reached a nipple with his mouth. Licking the tiny bud until it peaked, he then nibbled gently with his teeth before sucking, as Yohji arched into his mouth groaning softly.

"That feels so good. Come up here, I want to taste you too." Yohji groaned his request.

Doing as requested, Aya straddled Yohji's hips and leaned his chest into his lips. When Aya's erection brushed up against a similar hardness, he rocked his hips into Yohji's. Aya couldn't believe the spikes of pleasure that mouth was sending straight to his groin. He'd never felt anything like it before.

Yohji snaked a hand down to reach into Aya's sweatpants and wrap his fingers around the engorged shaft he found there. Pumping up and down while flicking his thumb over the weeping head, Yohji watched as Aya arched his back in pleasure.

"Aya, I need to be buried in you. Can I fuck you?" Yohji's eyes spoke his desire for Aya just as his lips did.

Aya's need for Yohji was just as desperate. "Yes. I want you, Yohji. I want you to fuck me." Licking his suddenly dry lips, unaware how seductive it was, he asked, "But how are we going to do this? You can't lean on your arm."

"You can ride me." Yohji replied with a sultry grin before he noted Aya's confusion and realized that maybe Aya had never done this before. Taking a deep breath as his expression turned serious, he whispered, "I'll show you." Before pulling him down for another deep kiss.

Yohji swept his hand up Aya's torso bringing the shirt up to his neck. "Take off your clothes, Aya. I want to see you."

With a slight blush, Aya stood to strip off his shirt and pants as Yohji kicked off the sheet covering him and reached into his nightstand. Finally finding what he was searching for, he placed it on the bed.

Yohji's gaze touched every part of Aya's body. "You're beautiful. Here… help me take off my boxers." Yohji lifted his hips as Aya pulled them off.

As Aya gazed his fill of Yohji's golden body, he softly spoke, "No Yohji, you're the beautiful one."

"Come sit on me again like you were before." When Aya was astride him once again, Yohji took Aya's hand and place it on his cock. "Touch me Aya, I want you to touch me like I touched you before."

Aya wrapped his hand around the impressive length and stroked it firmly. Lifting his other hand to the tip, he touched his index finger to the slit and then lifted it to his lips for a taste. Watching him, Yohji groaned loudly before pulling him back down for a kiss.

Several minutes passed before Yohji let him go in order to breathe again. "I need to prepare you Aya. Open the tube and squeeze some lube on my fingers, then lift up a bit."

Aya did as he was instructed then held onto the headboard as Yohji inserted a slick finger into him. Aya had never felt anything like it before. It was erotic and strangely satisfying to have Yohji's finger touch him so intimately. Aya pushed back against that wonderful touch.

Yohji almost groaned as he felt tight heat grip his finger. Gently moving it in and out, he soon added a second finger, scissoring them slightly.

With the addition of the second finger Aya found it a little painful and, thinking about how big Yohji's cock was, began to wonder if this was such a good idea when suddenly Yohji struck something that had Aya not caring about the discomfort. Again that spot was struck, touching off sparks behind his eyelids, as a third finger entered his body. For a moment, Aya didn't know where that moaning was coming from until he realized it was from his own mouth.

"Aya, rub some lube on my cock. Be generous." Yohji closed his eyes and took deep breaths while Aya prepared him, not wanting to end it prematurely. Finally determining that Aya was as ready as he could be, Yohji pulled out his fingers. Aya moaned in disappointment as those wonderful fingers left his body.

"Aya, relax and slowly lower yourself on my cock. If it starts to hurt, ease off a bit."

Slowly, inch by inch, Aya lowered himself onto Yohji's erection. As Yohji recommended, when it started to hurt too much, he backed off until he felt his muscles relax before continuing to take Yohji deep into his ass. After what seemed like an eternity, he felt Yohji's balls against his cheeks.

Yohji let him rest a moment before he encouraged Aya to lift up a bit before pulling him down again. Yohji lifted his hips to join in Aya's rhythm. Yohji then shifted Aya's hips until he heard a loud moan indicating he had found what he was aiming for.

Aya suddenly started riding Yohji a little faster and a little harder as his sweet spot was struck over and over. When Yohji started pumping his erection, it was the final overload to his senses. Aya, overcome with bliss, cried out loudly as he spurted over Yohji's hand and stomach.

After watching Aya's face as he came, Yohji pushed up into tight heat one last time before coming deep inside his lover's body, arching his back in pleasure. After several moments he pulled Aya down on his good side to rest against him, kissing his temple. "Thank you Aya, that was wonderful….*you* were wonderful…. Will you stay with me the rest of the night? I just want to hold you."

Hope flickered somewhere inside Aya as he listened to what Yohji said. Maybe this wouldn't be a mistake after all. Closing his eyes drifting off for a moment before realizing that they were a mess, he reluctantly got up to go get some wet clothes to clean them up with. Yohji was mostly asleep when Aya crawled back into bed to lay his head on his good shoulder. Yohji wrapped one arm around Aya, hugging him close, before falling into an exhausted slumber.

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It was late morning when Aya woke uncomfortably warm. He slowly came to realize the heat source was coming from the body he was half laying across. Smiling as he remembered what had happened a few hours ago, he became aware that the heat was too warm.

Getting up suddenly, he saw that Yohji was burning up with fever. Unwrapping the bandage, Aya's fears were confirmed. The wound was infected. Pulling on his clothes, he went to knock on Omi's door.

A sleepy Omi opened up. "What's wrong?"

"Yohji's wound is infected and he's running a high fever. I need you to give him some antibiotics."

Omi went into the bathroom to get the med kit and pulled out the required syringe and vial. Going to Yohji's room, he injected the proper dose after examining Yohji. "We're going to have to keep a close eye on him. If his fever gets to high, we'll have no choice but to get him to Magic Bus."

Aya knew the risks of any of them being admitted to a hospital, even one run by Kritiker. "Do you think we can avoid it?"

"As long as he doesn't start to dehydrate. We have a few IV's that I can get him started on. Let's hope between those and the antibiotics he can avoid going to the hospital."

It was a long three days. Aya spent most of his time at Yohji's bedside, wiping him down with cool cloths. Yohji was delirious and rambling through most of it. They came very close to taking Yohji to the hospital, but suddenly his fever broke and he fell into a relaxed sleep.

Taking advantage of the respite, Aya went to shower and sleep for a few hours. When he spelled Omi a few hours later, Yohji still had not woken up. They weren't worried, he would probably wake on his own in a few more hours.

Sure enough, Yohji woke a little later that afternoon. Looking around confused, he asked, "Aya? What are you doing in my bedroom and why do I feel like I was run over by a truck?"

"Don't you remember the mission?" Dread beginning to build in Aya's chest.

Frowning a moment, Yohji replied, "Not really."

"What's the last thing you remember?" Now Aya was beginning to feel like he'd been hit by a truck. Yohji was looking at him as he always did. As if nothing had happened between them.

"Getting into your Porsche to drive to the warehouse. What happened? My shoulder feels like it's on fire and my whole body aches. Did you use me for target practice?" He said with an attempt at humor.

Aya pulled into himself, letting his icy aloofness gather around him and then replied coolly as if giving a mission report. "You took a knife in the shoulder, lost a lot of blood and were delirious with fever for three days. Early this morning your fever broke and you are now recovering." Drawing a deep breath. "Do you need anything, want anything to eat or drink?"

"I'm just thirsty if you don't mind getting me something."

"No problem." As Aya turned to leave the room, he felt the hope that had built over the last few days turn to dust. He should have known better. A murderer has no right to happiness, however fleeting.

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About a week later Yohji came back to work. He found Aya watching him closely and was curious about that behavior. "What's wrong Aya, do I have something on my face?"

Looking away, Aya spoke casually, "Just wondering if you're really up to mission standards."

That made sense to Yohji that Aya would want the team at full strength in case any word came through about his sister. "Yeah, I'm fine. I worked out yesterday and had no problem with my shoulder."

Which was a good thing as it turned out. Later that afternoon they received a mission about Essest's elders coming to Japan. It was a long time before anyone had room for personal thoughts.

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