Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Vorubergehender trost ❯ Part II ( Chapter 2 )

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Vorübergehender Trost: Part II

Vorübergehender
Trost[1]

Part
II

Aya
stood in the center of his room, rather shocked. He'd sworn to himself that he'd not betray his feelings
for Yoji. He lived for Aya-chan,
and Aya-chan alone. But now that
she was gone…

No
she's not gone! I will find her!

But
in the mean time…

Aya's
internal dilemma was cut short by the sound of something dropping to the ground
outside his room. This was followed
by almost-silent, muffled sobs. What…?
Was Yoji…?

Aya
went to his door. Outside was Yoji,
who leapt to his feet as soon as he heard the doorknob turn.

"Aya!
I'll go-"

Aya
gave Yoji an intense look.

"No…
don't- shimatta!"

The
sound of Ken climbing the stairs reached their ears. In a fit of creative problem-solving, Aya seized Yoji by the
arm and pulled him into his room. After
quickly closing the door behind him, he led Yoji to the far side of the room;
the walls were all too thin.

Yoji
seemed to be attempting to compose himself, and had succeeded, for the most
part. Only the trails of tears that
glittered down his cheeks revealed that he'd been crying.

"Yoji-kun…
what's wrong?" Aya looked honestly concerned.

"I-
I-" What could he say? "I guess
I've just killed one too many times." There.
That sounded believable. He paused.
"But… what about you? Are you okay?"

Aya
took a deep, shuddering breath. "No, I'm not," he said quietly.
His voice dropped to an unsteady whisper.
"Now- now I'm all alone-"

Aya
was silenced by Yoji's finger against his lips.

"No.
Don't say that. It's not
true." Yoji gathered himself.
Could he actually say what he wanted to?
"No matter how alone you feel, I'll always be there for you."
Aya's eyes widened, then softened.

"Yoji,
I know you think you have to-" This
time, Yoji silenced him more
forcefully. He pulled him into his
arms and their mouths met.

Yoji
was an incredible kisser, Aya realized. Well,
he should have been. He got more
practice than any normal person should, Aya's last few functioning brain cells
thought. The older boy's tongue
traced feather-like patterns over his lips. Even as Aya's lips parted an he tilted his head back, the
brain cells wouldn't stop. What
if Omi or Ken had come in, and found him and Yoji?
They would be in for the shock of a lifetime- Aya up against the wall of
his room, making out- with Yoji?! Damn
common sense. Go away!

The
thoughts of this last little bit of gray matter soon turned to Aya's current
situation. His back was pressed
against the wall. His front was
pressed against… Yoji. He
wasn't wearing his assassin gear, but his pants still rode- wonderfully- low.
His shirt was stretched tight over taut chest muscles, ending several
inches above his pants to reveal his hard, flat stomach.

Yoji
began to hesitantly grind his hips against Aya's. He'd never done this with another guy before… on the
other hand, he'd never fallen for another guy before, either.

This
was a first for Aya, too. He'd
never looked at another guy who returned his feelings. Yoji, however, was obviously different from all his other
crushes- his talented hands and mouth were screaming this.
His right hand rested lightly on the outside of his thigh.
Yoji's left hand was wrapped around Aya's waist, gently holding him
against him. And then- oh god, that
mouth. Aya strained upward to
deepen the kiss, giving Yoji better access to his now-open mouth. Spurred on by this reaction, Yoji proceeded to suck briefly
on Aya's lower lip, then trailed hot kisses to his jaw, nipping at the smooth
skin of his neck.

Finally
thawing out of his shock, Aya began responding. Unconsciously caressing Yoji's honey locks, Aya pulled him
even closer. Shit, he was
beautiful. He'd be even more so
without that shirt… Aya quickly remedied this issue.
He slid his hands up under Yoji's shirt and flung it off over his head.
Oh, that chest. Unable to help himself, Aya ran his hands over Yoji's
well-toned abdominal muscles.

Then
there were those annoying pants. More
hesitantly, Aya fumbled for the clasp to Yoji's pants, only to be stopped by
his hands, which took him by the wrists. What…?
Had Yoji not meant…?

"Yoji,
what-"

Yoji
silenc ed him with a quick but intense kiss.

"Aya,
please," Yoji said, while drawing a ragged breath. "Let me do this for you."

Under
normal circumstances, Yoji would not have dreamt of saying that- he
believed in each partner giving equally. But
by no stretch of the imagination were these anything resembling normal
circumstances. However, there was
justification for this. Yoji was aware that Aya could end up regretting all this
later. So, by not letting him do
anything, Yoji made sure Aya would be able to blame him, "the seducer",
later and not be kicking himself.

With
surprisingly deft fingers, Yoji relieved Aya of his shirt.
While caressing the rippling muscles of Aya's chest, Yoji kissed his
way down to Aya's collar-bone, and then lower, until he reached one now-hard
nipple. He ran his tongue in light,
teasing circles around this new-found treasure to the delight of his colleague-
no, friend- no, lover? What were
they now?

"Mmmnn,
Yoji!" Aya groaned in pleasure.
His hands gripped Yoji's skull tightly.
Yoji's mouth left Aya's skin and covered his lips.

"Shhh,"
he shushed him between frenzied kisses. He
took Aya's hands, which were still tangled in his hair, and placed them
against the wall.

Deciding
to "just do it," as some obscure American tennis shoe brand advised[2], Yoji
knelt in front of Aya. He wasted no
time in relieving the redhead of his jeans and briefs.
Aya stiffened at this- his eyes held uncertainty.
Yoji rose and wrapped him in a reasuring embrace.

"I'll
stop if you want me to," Yoji breathed into his ear.

"No-
don't… don't stop. It's
just-" Aya looked down. "This is so new to me-"
Yoji silenced him with a surprisingly tender kiss.
A faint smile played on his lips.

"We'll
take it slow then, hm?" Aya
nodded slightly- he looked relieved, grateful.

Yoji
knelt again. He ran his fingertips
up and down the underside of Aya's erection, stroking gently.
He snuck a glance upward to gauge Aya's reaction.
His amethyst eyes were half-shut. He
was biting his lip to keep from crying out.

Well,
so far, so good.

Yoji's
hands moved to slide over the insides of Aya's thighs and his tongue took up
where his fingers left off, applying light pressure to the underside of his
cock. Aya gasped at this new
development, despite his efforts to remain silent. This gasp grew into a deep, velvet moan when Yoji's lips
reached the head of him, his tongue moving in small circles as he relaxed his
throat to take in Aya's full length.

Instinctively,
Aya thrust forward.

So,
Kudou Yoji's touch can
melt ice…

If
he hadn't been so… preoccupied… Yoji would have sighed with relief.
He'd gotten through.

Aya
quickly developed a rhythm, and Yoji a torturous counterpoint.
The friction this caused, combined with the visual erotica of Yoji
kneeling in front of him, blowing him like this, and the feeling of being inside
Yoji's satin mouth was enough to bring him over the edge.
Yoji could tell he was close when he began to lose his rhythm.
His eyes were tightly closed when a rich, bass cry left his lips.

"Oh…
God… I'm going to- Yoji!"

Shaking
violently, Aya came in Yoji's mouth. Without
hesitating, Yoji swallowed the essence of his first true lover since
Asuka. Almost reluctantly, he
pulled away. Aya slid down against
the wall- he looked totally spent, and vaguely dazed.

"Oh…
Yoji… that was…" He trailed
off and leaned forward for a soft kiss. A
second later, Yoji glanced at his watch. Oh
fuck- no, they'd already done that. Oh
darn. It was after twelve.
His coach had surely turned back into a pumpkin, and he was due to turn
back into someone Aya couldn't stand any moment.

Yoji
pulled Aya into his arms. He rose
smoothly and deposited Aya on the bed. He
pulled the comforter up over Aya's still-trembling form.

"Ai
shiteru," Yoji murmured, and turned for the door. He made it only a few steps when Aya's stern voice caused
him to halt.

"Where
the hell do you think you're going, Kudou?"
Aya wore his usual stern stoic mask, but- was that humor behind
his eyes? No, it couldn't-

"Come
on. Even I have a sense of humor.
I just manage to suppress it most of the time.
But that doesn't change the fact that you're not going anywhere."

Relieved
that Aya wasn't angry or resentful or regretful or a thousand other things,
Yoji slid under the sheet to lie next to the younger assassin.
Aya cuddled closer, exhibiting a tenderness rare to one like himself.
Yoji tucked his head beneath his chin and wrapped his arms around the
other man.

"Thank
you, Yoji. Thank you."

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owari

[1]
Vorübergehender Trost means (roughly) fleeting or passing emotional comfort
in German

[2]
I know Nike is popular worldwide, but I couldn't resist that sentence!

Author's
Note: Thanks so much to the lovely people who reviewed the first part of this
little lemon. Please, I'd love
reviews on this part, too! I have a
question- did that get sappy? I got
the feeling it was sappy. ^ ^;;

-Tasuki no Miko

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Disclaimer:
Yoji, Aya, and Weiß Kreuz is still not mine.
We've been through this…