Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Unspoken Promises ❯ Chapter 3

Unspoken Promises - Chapter Three

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 Weiss Kruez set between the OAV's, and Weiss Kruez Gluhen and does not follow the storyline exactly but may contain spoilers. 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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Aya was unpacking. Weiss had finally been given a new place to live. A permanent one, not one on wheels. Their items that had been placed in storage from the Koneko had been delivered to the new residence this morning before they'd arrived. Boxes and furniture were in every room, but fortunately when the items had been packed, they'd been labeled by room. When the movers had unloaded them, they had grouped them together and placed each grouping in their own room.

As Aya unpacked he thought back to his current situation with Yohji. Now that they were no longer in the trailer, would Yohji want to continue sleeping with him or would he go back to his casual relationships? Yohji had not indicated one way or another his thoughts on the matter as he went looking for his belongings. He certainly didn't indicate in any way that they should continue sleeping together much less share the same bedroom.

When he'd first started sleeping with Yohji, Aya had convinced himself that he could have a casual relationship with the blond and not be bothered in the least when Yohji moved on. Aya knew that it would happen eventually. It always did. Then why was he worried over whether or not Yohji still wanted to sleep with him anymore? It's not as if they'd made any promises to each other. They had purposely avoided those types of conversations, very careful to refrain from any mention of feelings that could cause uncomfortable situations.

Finished unpacking, Aya stared out his window pensively as he watched the evening traffic. Aya had never actually told Yohji that the day he slept with someone else would be the last day he'd ever sleep with Aya. Though it had never been said out loud, it was a fact. Aya would not share his lover. When Yohji was no longer his alone, he would end it. Again, Aya wondered if that day had arrived.

Lost in his thoughts, Aya never heard the bedroom door open so he started when he heard Yohji's voice near his ear as he placed his arms around Aya.

"Hey Aya, are you all done in here? I have something to show you." Kissing his neck before taking his hand Yohji led Aya to his place across the hall.

The first thing Aya noticed were the candles lit everywhere casting a pleasant glow on everything. He then noticed the green satin sheets on the bed that was turned down invitingly.

Yohji slipped his arms around Aya's waist and whispered against his neck, "I wanted to do something a little special for our first time in my bed. You're the first person I've ever asked to share this bed."

Aya just leaned his head back against Yohji's shoulder as the man sucked and licked his neck. He loved Yohji's lips on his body, but his neck was especially sensitive. It sent tingles straight to his groin. With a groan he turned in Yohji's arms to pull his head up for a passionate kiss.

Moaning softly as Yohji pulled away to pull first his shirt, then Aya's over their heads, he pulled the blond back to him again to continue the kiss with lips, tongue and teeth. Yohji steered them to the bed falling back with an armful of Aya when he lay down on it. Rolling them over until he was on top, he began a sweet torture with his lips down Aya's body.

Kissing his way down to pert nipples he stopped to lick and gently bite the nubs. After several minutes, he continued his trek. Lips caressing a toned abdomen, tongue dipping into the navel found there, but then stopped as he ran out of bare skin.

Pulling back from his lover, he undid Aya's pants and stripped them off along with his boxers before removing his own clothes. Crawling back on top of that luscious body, Yohji rolled them until they faced each other. They continued kissing each other with limbs tangled and hands caressing anything they could reach for what seemed like hours. Bringing each other to a fevered pitch only settle down again and just enjoy each other before repeating the process.

Rolling Aya on his back, Yohji once again began a slow journey to explore his lover while driving him crazy. Lips and tongue teased their way down Aya's chest and stomach to pause at his hips, to leave a satisfying bruise there. After enjoying the gasps from the body under him, he continued down thighs and legs to suck elegant toes one at a time until moving to the other foot.

Working his way back up to hip level, Aya tried to get Yohji to pay attention to a particular area of need, but the blond had other ideas. Aya actually whined when Yohji pulled away from his body.

Urging the redhead to turn over, Yohji slapped his ass when Aya started humping the mattress and scolded, "Stop that."

But all Aya did was give a little moan before doing it again. Slapping that scrumptious ass a little harder, he said, "Behave."

Aya wiggled his ass for more, but Yohji draped himself over the body under him bringing his lips to lick an ear. "Since you enjoyed that so much, I'll have to punish my naughty boy sometime soon, but I have other plans for tonight." Blowing in his ear as he said that.

Kissing Aya's nape, Yohji then licked and kissed his way down Aya's sensitive spine, causing shivers to run down his form. Taking a handful of ass cheek, he bit gently before placing kisses down the back of a thigh, knee and calf. As he journeyed back up the other leg, he found himself once more at that luscious ass.

Sucking at the sweat soaked skin, Yohji then spread Aya's cheeks apart to lick at his ring of muscle. Hearing the moans deepen as he forced his tongue farther into his lover, he had to hold onto Aya's hips to keep them still. Wetting his fingers, they then joined that talented tongue in driving the man wild.

Realizing that Aya couldn't hold out much longer, and not really sure how much longer he could himself, Yohji decided to end their torture and get down to fucking the willing body beneath him. Grabbing the lube, he again thrust fingers deep, this time slick with lube, into Aya's ass to fully prepare him. After slicking his dripping cock, he pulled Aya onto his hands and knees before positioning himself behind him.

Yohji had teased them both too much, so with one single thrust he was fully seated within his lover. Aya screamed his name as he was suddenly filled all at once. Worried, Yohji said, "Did I hurt you?"

Aya reached back a hand to tangle in Yohji's hair a moment in reassurance and shook his head as he pushed his hips back. "No, it just felt too good. Don't stop…ahhh…Fuck me, Yohji. Hard!"

Certain that he hadn't hurt the man, Yohji then began to pound into Aya. He had never heard the redhead moan so loudly before, and that was before he shifted his hips. The cries that followed turned Yohji on so much, he knew he couldn't last much longer. Curling his hand around Aya's erection caused his cock to be gripped almost painfully tight as Aya's orgasm consumed him.

Yohji thrust one, twice more before emptying himself in clenching heat as his body collapsed on the one below. It was all he could do to remember how to breathe.

When Aya came to, he found himself sprawled out under Yohji's dead weight. It felt wonderful. He had never had such a powerful orgasm before. The hours of teasing had brought him to such a point of excitement, he was amazed that he hadn't climaxed long before he actually did. Feeling Yohji move off of him, he rolled over to face his lover.

Smiling as he felt Aya's hands thread through his hair, Yohji opened his eyes to see violet ones gazing at him. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Yohji said before leaning in to kiss the man.

Shaking his head when the kiss ended, Aya responded, "No, I'm not. I've told you before, you're the beautiful one." Aya then pulled Yohji in for another kiss.

After breaking off the kiss in order to catch his breath, Yohji asked quietly, "Aya, will you stay? …I don't mean just tonight, I mean every night. I left a few dresser drawers free and some closet space."

Pulling back to look at the blond, Aya knew what he was going to say even before Yohji finished speaking. "I'll bring some things over tomorrow." He said, before pulling the blond down on top of him.

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Yohji was sated and content, his arms full of a sleeping redhead and cigarette between his lips. He was ecstatic to be in his bed again after months on that damn couch, although it had been better at the end with Aya there every night.

Not quite ready to fall asleep, he reflected back over the past several months. He realized that he was happy. The reason for his happiness was sprawled on top of him at the moment.

Yohji couldn't believe how much he enjoyed Aya's company. He wasn't surprised that the sex was great. Aya had so much pent up emotion, he'd always suspected the man would be an explosive lover. No, what surprised his was how much he enjoyed being with him when not having sex.

Over the past few months, he had learned that Aya was intelligent and unaccountably witty. His dry sense of humor always brought a smile to Yohji's lips. He enjoyed going out with the man, from movies, to quiet dinners, to clubbing. Aya enjoyed dancing as much as Yohji, so they frequently went clubbing. Even the quiet times together were nice.

Yohji realized that even with Auska, he'd never felt this way before. Did that mean he loved Aya? He immediately forced his mind away from that thought. The life they led did not make that type of thinking possible.

He didn't think he could take it if he lost Aya the way he had lost Auska if he let himself fall in love with the redhead, so he refused to let things get that far. Better to keep this a casual relationship in order to protect his heart. So Yohji let himself be fooled into believing that Aya was only a good friend who was great in bed and helped keep the nightmares at bay. This way he rationalized that he would be okay if anything ever happened to Aya.

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TWO YEARS LATER

Aya was restless tonight and sleep was elusive. The one held close in his arms twisted and called out a name in his sleep until Aya soothed his hands through Yohji's short hair. This calmed the man as he fell back into a more restful sleep.

Something was bothering Aya and he couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe it was the fact that the team was changing once again. For a time, it had only been three of them, as Ken had left them for a while. Ken never wanted to discuss what had happened in that time away from Weiss, but the madness sometimes found in his eyes seemed to have dissipated somewhat during the absence.

Now Omi was leaving the team. That was really a change. The only constant in Weiss from its inception had been that Bombay had always been a part of it. The rest of the team had been given no explanation other than Omi saying things would become clearer in the future.

Thinking of Omi, Aya reflected how much he'd changed over the past two years since they'd gotten this permanent home. He finally grew a bit, but would always be a little below average in height. His hair had darkened also. It was now a dirty blond color, even darker than the color of Yohji's during the winter months. His voice and eyes, however, remained the same.

And Yohji, he couldn't believe what his lover had done to his beautiful hair. Gone were the locks Aya had loved to run his fingers through when holding him close. It was cut short and bleached an awful light blond. As much as he hated the new style and color, Aya would never say anything, as that would cross the invisible line in their strange relationship.

The past two years together had not gotten Aya any closer to understanding where he stood with the blond. They worked together, killed together and slept together. They shared good times but never allowed themselves to cross the line beyond a casual relationship. No feelings where discuss, which Aya told himself, he was fine with. He knew someday this would come to an end and had not allowed himself to develop any strong feelings, other than deep friendship and slight affection for the man.

Although if he were honest, a small part of him admitted only to himself here in the quiet of the night, that if Yohji had asked him for a permanent relationship or promise of commitment, he would have agreed. He had been truly happy with Yohji these past couple of years. It made the pain of losing his family, especially Aya-chan, fade just enough to enjoy being alive.

Trying to blank his mind to the thoughts racing through his head, he decided to give sleep one more try. Sliding down to rest his head on Yohji's shoulder, he felt the man pull him closer as he snuggled further into those strong arms. Closing his eyes, he breathed deep the scent of his lover and let sleep claim him shutting his mind to the feelings of foreboding.

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