Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Vessel ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Aya slumped against the wall and tried to relax into the warm arms gripping him as Yohji's hot mouth traced patterns up and down his neck. The shivers it sent down his spine seemed to pool in his groin. He never imagined…

Oh god it had been so long since anyone had held him, even in friendship. He'd dreamed of this but that was all he'd ever intended it to be. How could anyone, let alone Yohji, be interested in someone as anti-social as him?

He knew damn well Yohji had only initiated this because he was drunk, and hadn't pulled anyone at the club he'd swaggered off to earlier this evening. But then Aya had been waiting up for him hadn't he. Just like he did every night.

What the hell was he doing? How could he let Yohji get this close to him? Aya's hands fisted in Yohji's ridiculously small top. He was a playboy, he'd fuck Aya and the next morning he would tell him that it had just been a bit of fun, and Aya would be left pretending that it didn't matter to him at all. Or worse Yohji would stay and he would end up caring about the idiot, and then something would take him away from Aya, like everyone he'd ever cared about.

No. He couldn't do this, not after so long.

"Yohji…uhn…stop"

"No, no, so good, just relax"

Aya pushed the blonde away from him, "I said stop Yohji" Aya said as firmly as he could, "I don't want this".

"Uhn…what…you seemed like you wanted it a minute ago?" He let his hands gently work their way under Aya's jumper. "There's no need to be nervous, I promise I'll make it good." He pulled back suddenly as a thought managed to work its way past the haze of desire. "Aya, this is your first time isn't it?" Aya froze in utter shock. How…how dare he. He pushed off from the wall, hauled back and punched Yohji across the jaw. The taller man crashed to the ground, his instincts too dulled by alcohol to blunt his fall or to stop the angry redhead that stormed up the stairs.

God, how could he have been so stupid? To let that stupid, lazy, sluttish idiot to get past his barrier for even a minute. God the man would never let him forget this now, he'd positively delight in telling the others about how little virgin Aya was so frigid he wouldn't even go past first base with him. Aya tugged at his hair, what the hell did he do now; he'd really screwed up this time.

He couldn't leave like he had done with Crashers, not after the destruction of Kritiker. They had to stick together or they were dead. They'd only just managed to shake their hunters after months of running. He could feel his emotions rising up from his stomach choking him, he didn't know whether he wanted to cry, scream or laugh. He hadn't felt this overwhelmed since that day. It hurt.

The pressure inside of him building to painful intensity until his vision pounded with the blood throbbing in his veins. He felt hot and cold at the same time. At the very edge of his hearing he could sense whispering voices. As they got louder they merged into some sort of chanting that seemed to swell to a crescendo as blackness took hold of him and he sank unconscious to the floor.

"Aya-kun! C'mon wake up already, you promised to help me!"

The black blanket slowly slipped from him and he found he could move a little. Aya shifted and realised he was sprawled on the floor. What the hell had possessed him to sleep here all night?

"AYA-KUN!"

Omi's voice shook him to his feet. Yohji. How the hell was he going to face him? 'Dammit Omi please go away and let me hide in here for the rest of the day'. His headache had faded but he still felt groggy, but then that could have been due to his choice of bed last night.

But he had agreed to help Omi rake the dead leaves off their grass. If he didn't get up soon the kid would come into his room and see him in this state, there would be questions. Ones he didn't know how to answer. He had to leave his room there was no choice. They all accepted and put up with their youngest member's need to make himself a home and family but right now Aya was thinking some very uncharitable thoughts about him. Maybe he would be lucky and Yohji would spend all day in bed sleeping off his hangover.

This was ridiculous! Yohji would probably not even remember last night. Anyway what did he care what he thought? His opinion meant nothing to Aya.

He quickly suppressed the treacherous feelings rose up at that thought and hastily washed his face and threw on another shirt. Before opening the door and despite that mocking inner voice he made sure the coast was clear before hurrying outside to join Omi.

The work wasn't really that taxing and it was a clean fresh day. Thankfully Omi had never really pressed him to make conversation, as he had always respected Aya's preference for silence. He was calmed and distracted by the rhythmic monotony so it felt like the shock of being drenched in cold water to turn round and see the dreaded figure lounging against the back porch.

Yohji was lighting up, wearing those stupid sunglasses as he always did when he was trying to hide the after-effects of another night of debauchery. He wasn't looking at Aya at all, staring of absently into the distance. And for some reason that made Aya angry. His skin prickled and he became hyper-aware of his every movement. Omi waved a cheery greeting and went over to chat. Aya put his head down to his chore. He wasn't interested in what they were saying, and he certainly wasn't worried they'd be talking about him at all.

::Ran. Come::

He stiffened. Whispering. They were whispering about him behind his back. Aya whirled, determined to give them a piece of his mind, but snapped his mouth shut abruptly when he realised the pair were still chatting happily like nothing had happened. He glared, wrong footed.

Yohji glanced up and caught one of those looks on Aya's face, and in no uncertain terms it was being directed at him. He decided to make a quick retreat, he certainly wasn't up to facing that little problem yet.

Omi turned and gave him a questioning look "Is something wrong Aya-kun?" Aya glanced once more at the now empty porch and resolutely turned his back and continued to rake. Omi shrugged and joined him, far too used to his team mate's odd moods. It was only later that Aya realised what had seemed wrong. They'd whispered 'Ran', Weiss never called him Ran.