Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Vorubergehender trost ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )

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Vorübergehender Trost





Author: Tasuki no Miko
Rating: NC-17
Warning: yaoi, shounen ai, lemon, spoilers.
Disclaimer: these hot bishounen aren't mine. If they were, Yoji would be
kneeling between my thighs right now.

Vorübergehender Trost
Part I
Aya sat on the edge of his bed, covered in the scent of sweat and blood. He
was unwilling to pull back the top sheet and let himself lie down and be claimed
be sleep. He would stain the sheets with the blood. But didn't even his enemies
deserve some lasting legacy, even if one only of bloodstains? No. They didn't.
They left enough of a legacy in thosethey'd killed.
Aya sighed wearily. He was the scum of the earth, an assassin; one who lived
only to destroy others. What a miserable existance. It all went back to when
Takatori Reiji-
Aya-chan. They'd taken Aya-chan. She was was gone. Lately she'd seemed more
alive- and then she'd been taken. Why did this happen? All he'd done was
elliminate the wicked. Why had those very wicked taken the only thing he cared
about?
Aya dropped his head so his bangs hid his face. If he'd cried then, no one
would know. It would have been so easy to drop the barriers he'd erected around
himself and just cry. No. Crying wouldn't find Aya-chan.
Aya looked up, resolved that no mere emotion would thwart his walls of ice.
As he did so, he realizd something. Standing in front of him in the dark room
was Yoji. He'd entered so quietly that Aya had been unaware of his presence. Aya
rose indignantly, about to Chastise the other boy, when Yoji took him into his
arms in a protective embrace.
What the- Aya was not huggable! But even as he thought this, he could feel
his walls of ice melting at the touch of the older assassin. After a moment of
confusion, Aya relaxed and wrapped his arms around the waist of the lanky ex-p.i.
He lay his head on Yoji's shoulder, inhaling the scent of the man- rosemary,
with a hint of lavender. Why did he smell so good? Somehow, this undid Aya, and
his tears came forth. Aya wept silently, trembling only slightly, his head
resting in the crook of his colleague's head and shoulder. He was soaking Yoji's
shirt, but he didn't care and he knew Yoji wouldn't either.
What had made him cry? Was it the experience of of being in Yoji's strong,
sheltering arms? Was it the realization that someone cared? Whatever it was, he
let Yoji continue to hold him. When Aya's tears slowed to a virtual stop, Yoji
began gently rubbing his back, soothingly ending the trembling.
Though there was nothing sexual about this embrace, it was only because Yoji
was better at hiding his feelings than everyone thought. At first he'd hated
this pale redhead, who always wore a stern, hardened mastk. Then he'd lusted
after him, and now he'd come to fall in love with him. He'd always covered his
emotions, knowing his fellings would never be returned. Though he didn't show
it, Aya certainly loved Sakura. Instead, Yoji had contented himself to love from
afar, not wanting to jeopardize their already-unstable friendship. But now, they
were alone together. In Aya's bedroom. It was almost overwhelmingly tempting. It
would have been so easy to take advantage of Aya's state of emotional upheaval.
No. That wouldn't be right. He cared too much about Aya anyway.
Aya took an almost-steady breath and spoke, his voice not as cold as usual.
"Why are you here?" he whispered. To Yoji's relief, he did not try
to pull away.
"I thought maybe you'd need someone to talk to," Yoji murmured
against Aya's hair. After a moment, Yoji pulled away slightly, his hands
gripping Aya's shoulders, so he could look into his eyes. "So... do you
think you're gonna be okay?" Yoji wished he could say or do something,
anything, that would just make everything all right, that would make Aya's
demons flee, even if only for a short time, to bring some fleeting comfort. But
now, his eloquence had deserted him entirely.
Aya met Yoji's emerald gaze. There was some emotion smouldering behind those
usually-covered eyes that Yoji couldn't quite hide. Somehow, the situation
became irresistablefor Aya: his darkly beautiful colleague holding him tightly,
seeming all to eager to offer comfort. On some odd impulse, Aya leaned forward
and met Yoji's lips. Even as he did this, he knew Yoji wouldn't respond.
Everything about him screamed "Look at me, I'm heterosexual!" but-
But it was too late for these thoughts now. Yoji was responding. His lips
were soft and cool and tasted wonderful. However, something was- strange. Yoji
was treating him too carefully, as though he would crack into a million pieces.
Yoji was nearly swept off his feet as Aya's hot mouth descended upon his. But
something was- strange. This kiss that Aya had initiated was not one that
mirrored his emotions toward the other boy- passionate love- but one of
desperation, thirst, loneliness.
Yoji waited until Aya pulled away, knowing that if he did insteadAya would
shatter. When Aya did break the kiss, Yoji gave him the best smile he could
muster.
"Well, I guess you're okay, hmm?" he joked. "I'll leave you
alone now." Befor Aya could protest, Yoji turned and left as silently as
he'd come. As soon as he was out of the room the smile disappeared and he fell
to his knees. Then, his own previously-unshed tears began to fall.

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