[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Walking on Hell
Scribblemoose

Never forget:
We walk on hell
Gazing at flowers

Issa

Epilogue - Meditation 5

Aya lay in bed, and watched Yohji sleeping.

Yohji had been sleeping a lot since they'd arrived in London. Jet lag, he claimed, but Aya knew he just liked to be in bed, ready in case Aya felt the need to join him.

Which, as it happened, Aya often did.

He smoothly swept the single sheet off Yohji's somnolent form, and dropped kisses on his silky skin. Ran a finger down his spine.

So beautiful.

Things weren't perfect, of course. Ken was all kinds of confused, and probably a little mad. Yohji had made noises about taking him clubbing, claiming that it was about time the boy got laid. Aya had met that idea with cold indifference, until Yohji read his mind and set about reassuring him in a hundred different and quite imaginative ways.

Dangerous though the feeling was, Aya was finally starting to believe that Yohji was his.

He swept his hand over the curve of Yohji's buttocks, dipped around to touch the outline of one hip, sharp and hard. Yohji shifted, very slightly, enough to give the game away. He liked this, Aya knew, to lie there pretending to be asleep while Aya had his wicked way with him.

And that morning, he felt like being very wicked indeed.

He rolled over onto his back, closed his eyes and began counting.

He got to twenty, before Yohji shifted a little.

Thirty before he sighed.

Thirty-five before he feigned restlessness and flopped over, his arm falling next to Aya's, skin brushing skin.

Aya kept his eyes closed, his breathing even, and tried not to laugh.

Yohji yawned loudly.

Forty-two.

"A~ya..."

Aya kept his silence.

"Aya, stop messing with me."

He heard rustling and the bed shifted.

Then he felt soft hair, warm breath, and he gasped as his cock was enveloped in the hot wet cavern of Yohji's mouth. It stiffened instantly, swelling and pushing against Yohji's tongue. Yohji murmured happily and nibbled on it with careful lips, swirling around the head with his tongue, sucking just enough.

When he'd brought Aya's cock fully to life, Yohji let it fall from his mouth, and looked up with the big green eyes Aya found it so hard to resist. "Can I fuck you, Aya?"

No surprises there. Since Aya had let him top the other night - for only the second time ever - he couldn't get enough of it. Not that he minded Aya returning the favour, or any of the other things they did together in bed. Or in the car, or the kitchen, or the shower, or the shop when the others had gone out.

But this was special.

Aya nodded, and touched Yohji's soft, dark hair with his fingertips. Yohji grinned at him, never quite, even now, believing his luck. Aya's cock and ass twitched in anticipation as Yohji reached for the lube.

Aya surrendered himself to Yohji's touch, parting his legs when Yohji tapped on his knee, rocking his hips up to make it easier. Yohji made him slick and wet, teasing his ass with soft fingers and clever tongue until Aya relaxed and let him in. His cock pressed at Aya's entrance, slipped inside him easily, got half way before Aya's body clenched, making him gasp.

"Take it easy," said Aya, as if Yohji needed to be told. Yohji grunted and shoved it in all the way regardless. It didn't hurt. It was good.

It wouldn't do to let him know, but this was what he liked best of all.

To be full, and stretched, and sore and wanted.

Yohji started to fuck him with long, endless strokes. Slow and steady, giving Aya time to adjust after all.

"Touch yourself," he said, softly. "I love to see you touch yourself."

Aya closed long fingers round his erection with a sigh.

"So beautiful," whispered Yohji.

He lost himself in breath, in the pleasure of Yohji's flesh inside him, hard and big. His cock throbbed and tingled in his hand, forcing a gasp out of him with every stroke.

"The first time I saw you," said Yohji, sliding smoothly in and almost-out and in and almost-out, "I wanted you. Lying there in my bed like God left me a present while I was away."

Aya's teeth sank gently into his bottom lip; he arched his back.

In and almost-out.

"You're so hot and tight. A perfect fit," Yohji's voice getting a little ragged now, control starting to slip. "Fuck, Aya, you feel so good."

In and almost-out.

"So good."

In and almost-out.

"Beautiful."

Aya moaned, and arched again, and Yohji whispered yes, and almost-out, almost-out, almost-out, and in, and then he came, and Yohji came, thick and wet and hot and loud and hard and soft.

And in, and in, and in.

~fin~

This story is dedicated to everyone on the Yohji and Aya message list, especially Marith, who suggested I post this there in the first place; to my friends at Livejournal for keeping the muses rampant; to Paxnirvana for bringing Yohji and Aya to my attention in the first place; to Arnheim for being so nice about me writing mansmut all the time; and to my wonderful friend Gwen, for her tireless support and encouragement.

I hope you all enjoyed it. ^_^