Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ You're Joking, Right? ❯ Chapter 15

Yoji had wrestled all night with a series of weird dreams and woken up exhausted. And why the hell was he awake, anyway? Ah -- someone was climbing out of bed. He opened his eyes to see Aya looking back at him. There was an odd expression on his face that matched the tenor of Yoji's dreams a little too closely for his liking.

 

"I'm going to take a shower," Aya announced.

 

"Good. You look kind of gross." Some of the dried blood and snot was gone -- wiped off on Aya's pillow, Yoji noted with disgust -- but he was still a mess.

 

Aya actually smiled. "I can see why you're such a lady-killer." The smile ticked up slightly on one side. "Or maybe there's a better way to phrase that."

 

Bastard. Still, it was evidence that Aya did in fact have a personality of his own underneath all those layers of bullshit.

 

"Need some help?"

 

"No, I think I'm insulting you just fine on my own."

 

Yoji grabbed Aya's arm, pulled him back onto the bed, and kissed him, crusty gore and all. "I would back you against anybody in the world in a battle of insults," Yoji said, sneaking in a stealth hug. "I was referring to the shower, though."

 

"Don't you need to report downstairs and explain yourself to Ken before he comes looking for you?"

 

"Let's see, placating Ken, or shower sex. It's a tough choice, but I think I know what to do."

 

"I didn't say anything about sex."

 

"You didn't have to."

 

"You didn't ask."

 

"You like it when they don't ask, right?"

 

Aya gave him a look. It didn't say no, but Yoji certainly couldn't hazard a guess as to what it did say. He'd barely opened his mouth to ask when Aya shook his head and said, "We'll talk about it later." Aya got up, looking a little stiff. He stretched gingerly, then quickly aborted the action, frowning.

 

Lost in thought, Aya slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip to the floor. His hand skimmed his stomach unconsciously as he reached for the button of his jeans, popped it, and undid the zipper. Then he seemed to remember there was someone else in the room.

 

Turning on a sultry stare straight from a movie, Aya smiled slowly, resting his hand lightly on his crotch, brushing his balls with his fingertips. "I thought you wanted to fuck," he said, his voice a heady mixture of innuendo and outright promise.

 

Yoji was already crawling across the bed. He looked pointedly at Aya's hand. "Keep going, baby."

 

Aya gave himself a good feel before pulling the jeans down over his hips. They were loose anyway, and stretched out from being slept in. One practiced, sensual sway sent them falling to the floor. Aya stood in front of him unabashedly, one hip cocked, letting Yoji just look. Aya's cock was starting to seem a little interested, and Aya started stroking it with smooth, teasing movements that made it swell noticeably. Yoji wouldn't have been able to look away if his life depended on it. He wondered briefly how many people's lives *had* depended on it. Well, Yoji wasn't sure how much his was worth, anyway. He wouldn't throw it away, but he wasn't going to take heroic measures, either.

 

Aya's hand drifted, stroking absently up the V of his sharply defined abdominal muscles and back over his hip to caress the soft, perfect skin of his ass.

 

"Turn around," Yoji said, his voice husky.

 

Aya turned, his movements languid yet proficient. Yoji always preferred working with people who knew what they were doing. Aya arched his back a bit, presenting himself enticingly. His hand moved closer and closer until he slipped his first two fingers in his ass; his back arched more prominently. Aya paused, looking over his shoulder at Yoji and cocking his eyebrow teasingly.

 

"Do it."

 

Aya obediently fingered himself. Yoji could see the tendons working in the back of Aya's hand and the inside of his wrist. Yoji was on his feet before he realized what he was doing, grabbing Aya and turning him around, grinding against him and kissing him violently. Aya growled, a deep noise from the back of his throat. Yoji vaguely remembered having wanted to fuck in the shower, but really, there was no time like the present. And this was easier, anyway. He pushed Aya toward the bed and threw him onto it, taking just a moment to appreciate the sight of Aya sprawled across the bed, all arms and long legs, almost coltish. Beautiful. Aya's face was flushed and dirty, and his breathing was harsh. Yoji was on top of him in a second.

 

"You're amazing."

 

"I thought I was gross." Aya's voice sounded more needy than teasing.

 

"Those things aren't always mutually exclusive. As you well know."

 

Aya closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, a move Yoji had come to interpret as meaning that Aya was hurt, upset, or just didn't want to address the topic at hand.

 

"You're not gross, you're just banged up. And you know that doesn't necessarily turn me off." Yoji kissed his neck and smiled against the warmth of his skin. "Good thing, too, because you get banged up surprisingly often, even for somebody in your line of work."

 

"Karma," Aya said, shrugging.

 

"In that case," Yoji said, "you've been very, very bad -- and very, very good." He grabbed Aya's thighs and urged him to tilt his hips up. Obliging -- and limber -- Aya put his knees over Yoji's shoulders. "Or maybe I'm the one who's been very, very good," Yoji amended, looking down at his partner.

 

"Shut up and fuck me."

 

"You got it, baby."

 

"You're still talking and not fucking."

 

"Better?" Yoji asked, pushing in hard and rough. Aya squeezed his eyes shut. It probably hurt a little -- he knew how much Aya liked that. "No sweet talk this time, huh, baby."

 

Aya was getting pissed off. "Would you shut up?"

 

Laughing, Yoji decided to stop annoying him on purpose. There was a lot more to come -- Yoji tended to mumble nonsense, random endearments and porn dialogue encouragements the whole time, anyway, and he had no intention of censoring himself. Aya didn't actually seem to mind that, though -- just as long as it didn't get personal. Yoji took it slow and easy for a couple of strokes, until he got himself positioned just right, and then he let himself go. Fast and furious, perfect for Aya, who was moaning and thrashing, his head thrown back and... God, Yoji loved to fuck him. Aya was such a slut -- truly a kindred spirit. He'd have to make Aya top him next time, see what he had. Yoji also needed to see if he could get him talking. Aya had a filthy mouth and a filty mind; the possibilities needed to be explored. Later. Too damned much work first thing in the morning.

 

Aya was getting close. Yoji could hold out a while longer if he wanted to, but he really did have things to do. They could go another round this afternoon, take their time. He picked up his pace from hard and fast to frenzied. Aya moaned something as he came -- it sounded like a word, but Yoji couldn't make it out. Not his name, certainly. He briefly turned it around in his mind, looking for clues, but then let it go. It was a long shot anyway, and this orgasm building in his belly was a sure thing.

 

He dismissed his mind and his body took over, satisfying itself admirably before collapsing into a heap on top of Aya, who shoved him irritably to the side. Yoji barely registered it, and resisted not at all.

 

**********

 

"I've been waiting for you, you asshole."

 

"Good morning to you too, Ken," Yoji said, sweeping into the kitchen as if he didn't have a care in the world. "And if you've just been sitting here for however long, why didn't you make me some coffee? I swear, you can be so inconsiderate."

 

Ken didn't even crack a smile. Bad sign.

 

Dumping a good-sized mound of dark roast into the machine without bothering to measure, Yoji sighed dramatically. He poured in the water and pushed the on button, then stared at the little red light for a few moments before reluctantly turning around to face Ken. "Can you at least wait until..." Yoji broke off, gesturing toward the machine, loudly brewing away. It was a comforting sound.

 

"No. And don't even give me that shit about not being able to think until you've had some coffee, either. Talk. Now."

 

Yoji sat down. "Ken, I honestly don't know what happened to him. He wouldn't tell me. But he's such a fucking prick, I can envision any number of situations that would end up with somebody beating the crap out of him."

 

"If that's all it was, he wouldn't have been so freaked out. You had to have heard him -- he was screaming at the top of his lungs. He threw a chair at me." Ken gestured to three pieces of scrap lumber that had made up one of their kitchen chairs, piled beneath a huge gouge in the wall.

 

Yoji smiled. "Come on, Ken. If he'd actually meant to hit you, he would have."

 

"That's not what I meant." Ken was getting angry again, but he was staying on track in spite of it. Yoji sighed. "This all started since that thing at the warehouse. When a person's behavior changes like that, there's a reason for it."

 

"Well, that's insightful and all, but I don't know, Ken."

 

"I think you know more than you let on."

 

"In general, yes. But not this time."

 

Ken's fists clenched, but otherwise there was no visible reaction. "Do not fucking lie to me, Yoji Kudoh. You and I are friends. Aren't we? That means a lot to people like us." Ken paused to take a couple of deep breaths. Yoji wondered if he were counting backward from ten. Or reciting soccer stats, or something. Probably wouldn't be a good idea to ask.

 

Ken fixed Yoji with an especially penetrating stare. "Yoji, I'll stand behind you, even if I hate what you're doing. Just -- don't fucking lie to me."

 

Well, now Yoji felt like a flaming asshole. He hated feeling like a flaming asshole before breakfast. "Ken... I don't know what's going on with him. For real. Believe me, I'm trying to find out, OK? I'm dying to know." Yoji had to pause for a brief mental chuckle over that one, since it could so easily wind up being the literal truth.

 

Ken was still staring at him. "OK. What about the rest?"

 

All right, Kudoh; time to change tactics. Yoji sighed dramatically. He leaned forward and put on his best tortured expression. "All right, Ken. I did lie, before." He took a deep breath, as if preparing himself to deliver a major revelation. "I don't know how it happened, but... I love him." He paused, as if gathering himself. "But I swear, I won't..." He stopped because Ken's expression and body language were all wrong. "What?"

 

Ken shook his head, looking a little disgusted, a little indulgent. Possibly even a tiny bit amused. "Yoji, you're a real piece of work. I'm going to fill you in on something, OK? Of course you have a thing for Aya. You love to help people -- or, you know, help at them -- as long as it holds your interest. And I have never seen anyone as fucked up as Aya, so... Well, it's not exactly advanced math, Yoji. And I'm sure you think you do love him, but..." He trailed off, having exhausted the language available to him for expressing what he was trying to express.

 

"You know, there are different kinds of love, Ken."

 

"Yeah. Well, you're our house expert on that, I guess. But the thing is, Yoji, you put all your energy into spreading it around. You love a lot of people a little bit. But you can't concentrate on any one person."

 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ken."

 

"Right. That's why I'm telling you."

 

Yoji closed his eyes. This was going worse than he'd expected. "Maybe you should get started, then."

 

Ken still had that far-from-promising serious and insightful look that he always managed to infuse with a healthy dose of sincere aggravation. "You think you're in love with Aya at the moment, and going by past experience, I think it's likely to compromise your judgment. I'm not sure we can trust Aya, either, so I'm not exactly thrilled to see you putting yourself in that position."

 

"Jesus Christ, Ken, what do you think is going to happen?" Yoji held up his hand. "No, don't answer that. Listen, I spend more time with Aya than you do, and I think we can trust him."

 

Ken stared incredulously. "Based on what?"

 

"He's been trustworthy so far. He's done his part."

 

"Except for that whole keeping secrets and, oh yeah, completely wigging out and blowing the mission thing. God damn, Yoji, are you high? He's unbalanced. I'm afraid he's going to flip out on another mission and you're going to get yourself killed trying to help him."

 

Yoji opened his mouth, and then closed it. That had been uncomfortably close to the mark.

 

"Well, he's only flipped out on one mission, out of what, a hundred? That's not such a bad percentage..."

 

Ken was still staring. Finally, he said, "Yoji, you are a fucking idiot."

 

"Just say what's on your mind, Ken -- don't worry about sugar-coating it or anything."

 

"I won't. Look, I know he makes your dick dance, and you've never won an argument with your dick. I'm not going to tell you to leave him alone -- although you fucking well should."

 

"So, what are you going to tell me to do? And by the way, Ken, I'm not easily offended, but you're treading dangerously close to hurting my feelings here."

 

"Surprisingly, I don't seem to give a damn. Try to hide your shock." Ken ran his hand through his hair. "Yoji, you'll do anything for a thrill. Or anyone," he muttered. "Aya looks like he's about to blow, and I don't want you to be around when it happens, even if it does look all exciting and romantic and shit to you right now."

 

"Ken, I can..."

 

"And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually feel kind of sorry for Aya, too."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"And you say I'm the stupid one. Yoji, I wouldn't wish you and one of your hit-and-run crushes on anybody. He's a fucking basket case, and when you get tired of him -- and you will, assuming he doesn't get you killed first -- you're going to destroy him. He can barely keep it together anyway, and you're going to break him into a million pieces."

 

Yoji raised an eyebrow. "And you care?"

 

"Maybe. A little bit. More than you do, probably."

 

"Harsh. I'll defend myself against your cruel slander later. After I have some coffee."

 

"Don't bother. And it's only slander if it isn't true."

 

Yoji frowned. "You feel sorry for him?"

 

"A little." Ken shrugged. "Doesn't make him any less of a prick. And like I keep saying, the main reason I don't want him to break is that I don't want him to take you down with him. He's not like the other people you fuck around with, Yoji. He's a fucking nuclear meltdown, and it's not even waiting to happen. We're already counting down to zero."

 

"Well, I'm willing to overlook your promiscuous mixing of metaphors, since you're all on fire to help me out. I appreciate it, man. Thanks." Yoji leaned back in his chair, stretched and yawned. "Anything else, or can I proceed with my regularly scheduled breakfast?"

 

"Fuck you, Yoji," Ken said, slamming his hand against the table. "I don't know why I bother. You deserve what's coming to you."

 

He should be used to Ken's man-to-man talks by now, but Yoji found himself getting peeved. "And Aya doesn't?" He laced it with so much sarcasm that Ken wouldn't be able to miss it.

 

Ken looked him in the eye. "I said what I needed to say." Then he looked down at the table, obviously torn.

 

Now, that was interesting. Ken was holding out on him.

 

"No, I don't think you have." Yoji spoke carefully, positioning his tone on the dividing line between friendly and aggressive. Ken didn't respond well to being pushed. "What else, Ken?" Ken kept staring at the table. "Come on, Ken. I'm giving you shit, but I'm listening. Tell me what I need to know, buddy."

 

Ken nodded. "Just -- be careful about Omi, OK?"

 

That wasn't what Yoji had been expecting to hear. "What do you mean by that, Ken?"

 

"Nothing solid. Look, Aya has contacts in Kritiker, I know that. But so does Omi. And if it was me, I wouldn't do anything to make Omi choose between me and the organization. That's all."

 

What the fuck? Did everybody in Weiss have an inside track but him? "Where are you getting your information, Ken?"

 

"I guess I'm not quite as dumb as I seem."

 

Yoji rolled his eyes. "Spare me."

 

"I don't have any information. I just pay attention to what's going on around me. You'd be surprised how much your can pick up on if you aren't constantly distracted by the next piece of ass."

 

All right, this was really pissing Yoji off. "If you don't have any information, what do you have? A vague feeling? A dire portent?"

 

Ken was getting that frustrated, stubborn expression that could only signal a complete shutdown was in the works. "I just don't know if you're backing the right person, Yoji. Aya might be better in bed -- and God knows I don't want to think about that -- but when it comes to Kritiker, I think Omi's got the bigger balls." Ken stood up. "I'm done," he said, turning on his heel and walking out, toward the shop.

 

Yoji decided the coffee could wait a little longer. He loped up the stairs and into Aya's room. He was still in the shower, so Yoji walked right in. "What's the deal with Omi?" Aya dropped the soap, paused, and took his time bending over to pick it up.

 

"You're supposed to be careful about that, aren't you? And Jesus Christ, how long are you going to stay in the shower, anyway?"

 

"As long as I damned well please."

 

"What about Omi?"

 

"What about him?"

 

Yoji leaned against the edge of the sink. "I was just talking to Ken."

 

"How was that?" Aya asked with evident disinterest.

 

"Not exactly what I expected."

 

"What, he didn't tell you I'm no good for you, baby?"

 

"Oh, he did. He also said to watch out for Omi. What do you know about that?"

 

Aya's voice was neutral. "It's not a problem."

 

"What a relief," Yoji deadpanned. "I guess I don't need to worry my pretty little head about that either, huh?"

 

"Something like that." Aya turned off the water and dried himself haphazardly. Yoji was fully occupied with the Omi question, but he was still able to appreciate the sight before him. "You're hot. You're not going to distract me, though."

 

Aya shrugged. "I'm not trying to distract you. If I were, I could." He smiled just the slightest bit, like there was a joke Yoji wasn't in on.

 

"All right, maybe you can distract me for a minute. Now tell me what Ken meant."

 

Aya started drying himself again, his movements becoming slow and deliberate.

 

"Nope, that won't work either. No need to prepare a speech, Aya. Just tell me. I'm not letting this one go."

 

"And what are you going to do if I don't tell you? Kick my ass?"

 

And now with the flirting. "I'm not going to reward you for holding out on me. I guess if you won't tell me, I'll just have to ask Omi."

 

Aya froze. "No." It was his "obey or die" voice. Yoji smiled -- now he was getting somewhere. "It would probably be easier to take you seriously if you were wearing clothes."

 

Aya stalked past him and into the bedroom, where he pulled out a pair of jeans and put them on. "Better? Now listen to me. You will *not* ask Omi. Omi is suspicious enough as it is. You need to keep playing it exactly the way you have been."

 

"Not unless you tell me what the deal is with him. This is too close to home, Aya. I have to know."

 

"Yoji, I can't tell you anything else."

 

"Not good enough." Yoji leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

 

Aya watched him carefully. His face was completely impassive, but he had to be weighing his options. Finally, he nodded and reached for his cell phone, sitting down on the bed as he dialed a number from memory. After a brief pause, he asked, "Is there a problem with Omi?" Yoji noticed Aya's tight, cruel smile as he added, "Yoji wants to know." Aya listened for about thirty seconds and disconnected without saying another word. His face was still pretty much blank, but Yoji was picking up some unidentifiable quality in the set of Aya's mouth that he didn't like at all.

 

"Nothing's changed."

 

"Who the hell did you call?"

 

"No. I asked about Omi for you -- that's as far as I'm going."

 

"You have a source you can trust to know something like that without even checking?"

 

"Yes."

 

And that, Yoji could tell, was that. He really would have gone to Omi if he hadn't gotten any kind of answer, but Aya had actually looked into it. Yoji decided to accept that as the sacrifice it was.

 

"All right, Aya. So -- want to join me for a little target practice?" Watching Aya shoot would make for an enjoyable afternoon, Yoji felt certain. And he wasn't immune to the lure of small, controlled explosions himself.

 

"I can't. But you definitely should. I think our schedule is about to be accelerated."

 

Yoji raised an eyebrow.

 

"I have a meeting. If anybody asks, you don't know where I went. All right?"

 

"Well, that'll be the truth, won't it."

 

"Petulance doesn't become you. I'll probably have more to tell you when I get back."

 

"Not like you could have less to tell me."

 

Aya rolled his eyes. "Shut up. Try to get some work done, OK? We don't have much time."