Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me, but to those wonderful people who created it. ^^
WARNINGS: LEMON , PROSTITUTION , SAP , ANGST , DEATH , RAPE(implications)
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Shells of Glass
Yohji wanted to scream out his newfound frustration. A million emotions all collaborating to clash within what little expanse of reason he still grasped.
Red…. Blood red hair.
He wanted to heed his first instinct and turn away from the figures he saw huddled on the otherwise deserted street corner. Only one of them caught his attention, demanding that it be held indefinitely. Hair that indescribable shade of vermilion was just too familiar to simply ignore. He didn’t have to see the violet orbs hidden by red bangs falling thickly into the other’s face to know the man’s identity.
// ….Aya… //
It was almost as if the swordsman had heard his fellow assassin’s thought, and Aya glanced up from beneath the crimson veil of hair falling messily into his face and looked about the street. Once. Twice. The man standing before him appeared to draw the redhead’s attention back, however, and Yohji was once again able to observe the exchange from his offhand position.
Jade eyes flitted over Aya’s finely chiseled features, catching the redhead’s frown grow somehow deeper than usual. With another few gestures of the man before him, Aya gave a curt nod, to which the man turned and flashed a cocky grin at the otherwise empty street before taking hold of the WeiB member’s arm and leading Aya off to a car not far away.
Through all this Yohji stood dumbfounded. He was familiar with the routine, having practiced it himself on various occasions. Never had he been in Aya’s position, but he didn’t need to have experience in that category to figure out the exchange.
"Aya….why are you selling yourself?"
~ * ~ * ~
"Hey, Aya …you going out again tonight? Whoa. Two nights in a row. That’s gotta be some new record for you."
The redhead didn’t seem fazed at the comment, though rather irritated at the fact that Yohji had invaded his personal space as the younger man was preparing to depart once again.
"Get out, Yohji."
"Nope. I’m comfy." Yohji flopped down upon the nearest side of the bed and stretched his lanky frame out, airs resembling more feline than man. "You must be pretty popular at the clubs if they keep asking you back every night. I never figured you to be much of a social bumblebee, but maybe I was wrong."
Aya didn’t even look up from lacing his boots. Knee-high black leather, silver stud-effects to catch each crisscross pass made with the equally obsidian tie. Yohji thought he could just catch the faintest glimpse of bronzed vinyl pants tucked neatly into the combat style footwear. ….He wondered just what other unusual articles Aya’s trenchcoat hid from view tonight.
"Can I go with you? Seems like fun, Aya." He met the redhead’s glare this time with a careless wink. "We’ll knock the ladies dead with our bishounen good looks, ne?"
"No."
Yohji wasn’t exactly known for his patience when dealing matters in which he knew the upperhand had ultimately been dealt to him. Now was no exception. He smiled sweetly at the other man, tipping his shades down enough to make sure Aya caught his gaze.
"And is there a reason why you’re always such a prick whenever anyone tries to have a normal conversation with you, Aya?"
"….Get out. Now."
"Geeze! You could at least *try* to act human once in a while, you know."
Aya still soundly ignored the lanky blonde, grabbing his keys and walking to the door of his bedroom.
"Aya…."
"Leave me alone, Yohji."
"Why?! So you can go out and keep whoreing yourself night after night to any guy you meet on the streets willing to pay a good price?!"
Aya froze stiffly at the words, leaving Yohji to wish he had never come here tonight to utter them. With Aya’s back to him, now motionless in the doorway, silence drifted between the two teammates until the harsh clatter of Aya’s keys falling numbly from his fingers to connect with the paneled wood floor broke the tacit standoff.
Yohji spoke first:
"…Aya…g-gomen, Aya… I..I didn’t m-"
"-..How did you know?"
Okay, so now Yohji was at a loss for words. Uncomfortable all at once, not a good feeling mind you, he opted to look away from the figure outlined in the door and instead examined his hands where they folded to rest in his lap. God, Aya was going to kill him. Any second now…
"I…I saw you last night. I was just coming home from clubbing and..well…there you were on the corner..with…some guy."
Was he *flushing* now?!? Oh, God! Horror of horrors!
// Yohji, baka, stop it! Don’t give him more reason to kill you! //
And still his face grew hotter catching the faint rasp of Aya’s sigh.
"…I see."
"Gomen. I wasn’t spying, Aya. Really, I wasn’t. I just…saw you…and…and him, and I..I…"
Speech teetered to a halt. What was the point? Nothing made sense lately. Finding out Aya was selling his body would be shock enough to anyone without having to confront the very man involved about it after the fact.
"Why Aya?"
Dangerous question. Would the redhead even answer him? …Or-
"If I told you, I’d have to kill you."
"….Deal."
Aya blinked at his older teammate’s reply. Daring to turn back, he caught the blond still seated upon his bed but now looking intently up at him. Something in his stare must have urged Yohji to explain, because seconds later the man chimed in once again shakily.
"..I mean…I’m going to die one of these days anyway, right? I’d at least like to know what would bring you to..to…" he made a random gesture,"*that*."
Aya was at a loss. Yohji *had* said that Aya could kill him just so long as he explained the situation first. Aya didn’t *want* to explain himself to anyone, let alone Yohji. Fate always was a bitch, ne?
Turning fully back once again to the other man, Aya returned to his earlier position seated on the edge of his immaculate sheets. Yohji was already beside him, waiting for some form of explanation. The blond had bet his life on it, and in all honesty, telling the facts might help Aya to finally feel a little less weighted down.
"I need the money."
That simple.
"Why? We get paid, Aya."
The redhead refused to meet his partner’s questioning jade eyes. Yohji actually looked serious for once, and for some reason his counterpart found it unnerving to observe.
"Not so much since….Takatori…was killed. Persia’s dead. He was the only Kritiker besides Manx who knew where my check went each week…"
"Your sister?"
Aya nodded.
"….You’re doing…that…to pay her hospital bills?"
Again, his teammate only nodded.
Yohji remained silent this time. Now he understood what was going on day after day for his redheaded friend. Aya worked in the flower shop by day, always being the one to take the extra shifts whenever more pay was involved. Nightly missions, all part of his job as WeiB to bring in another paycheck. ….And interspersed in those nights whenever missions didn’t fall…..
He wanted to cry. Why hadn’t he seen it all sooner? Poor Aya. The man was little more than just an empty shell of the boy he might have been long, long ago before his life had decided to take a drastic turn with his parents’ murder and the subsequent falling of his sister into a coma.
He wanted to blame Aya for it all, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to chastise the redhead for his choice to keep such information secret from his teammates, his only real friends. But what did that mean now? Aya didn’t have anyone he could trust enough to ask for help. It must have only been with some significant effort that he even bothered to share everything with Yohji that night.
"I’ll help you, Aya."
"N-Nani?"
Yohji was barely aware that he had spoken the words. It was purely on instinct that his offer had been made, even though he meant every word of it sitting there beside his friend in need.
"I’ll help you pay her bills." Yohji smiled at his partner’s surprised look and barely resisted the urge to put his arm about Aya’s shoulders and offer a hug to the younger man. If it had been anyone but Aya, he never would have had to hesitate. "You shouldn’t have to sell yourself just to pay the bills, Aya. I’m more than happy to help. You know that. That’s what friends are for, ne?"
"….No."
Yohji face faulted.
"No? I’d like to think you guys would do the same for me if I was in your situation."
"No…" Aya’s gaze fell down to where his hands clasped together in his lap, "I don’t want your money, Yohji."
// What the hell is he talking about?! //
"Aya, you need it more than I do. My paycheck is more than enough for me, and I want to help you out, okay? I *want* to help you."
"No."
"Why not?"
Yohji had never seen Aya look so torn. He knew the swordsman must want to accept his older friend’s gift and perhaps end the alternate occupation he had chosen in his free time, but something was holding Aya back from just agreeing to the offer posed.
"Aya…"
"-I don’t want your charity, Yohji. I can make money just fine on my own."
"But by *whoring* yourself? Aya, just how long has it been?"
"Yohji…"
"-How long?"
"…Two months."
Damn it all. Aya was selling himself for two *months*?! He never would have said a word about it either if Yohji hadn’t confronted him to begin with. It just didn’t make sense.
"I’m giving you the money, Aya."
"I don’t want your money."
"I don’t care if you want it, but I’m still giving it to you."
"No."
Yohji scowled. This wasn’t getting him anywhere. Stupid Aya had to go against the normal human nature and reject receiving money for nothing.
"Then let me buy you."
"…..N-nani?
Slim fingers drifted suggestively past the space separating the two men seated on the bed side-by-side and fell upon Aya’s thigh. Yohji knew the younger man was blanching even whiter than his already pale complexion at the contact. Obviously, Aya had never expected *that* from the older assassin.
"How much, Aya? Just tell me and I’ll pay it."
"…Too much."
"How much?"
"…..Twenty-five thousand yen."
Yohji smirked, reaching into his pocket and drawing out a wad of bills carefully placed there much earlier in the evening.
"I’ll give you seventy-five thousand."
Once again Aya was silent; drawn inward with his own thoughts on the matter. He rarely charged as much as twenty-five thousand yen to those men seeking a quick lay, but Yohji had insisted on meeting the offer then tripling it. Nothing made much sense anymore.
"….I thought you were straight."
Yohji shrugged at the comment. Not like it mattered much to him.
"I usually am." He offered a sideways glance to the redhead seated beside him. "He has to be someone pretty damn special to actually catch my eye. You have something about you, Aya. Some solitude vibe you give off, and then…." he grinned, "that hair and those eyes make you look pretty damn exotic. Not many people in all of Tokyo look like you. Hell, I’ll wager you’re truly one of a kind."
Slowly Aya rose from his seated position, only all-too aware that Yohji’s gaze was trailing his every move like a hungry cat on the prowl. He never would have pictured Yohji as the type to lust after him, and this whole display might be nothing more than just another act of charity from the other man. Still, Aya was too apprehensive to try and call Yohji’s bluff….just in case the older man indeed had every intention of fulfilling the nightly duties in exchange for his payment.
"No." His tone was once again firm. "I can’t. Not with you, Yohji."
"I’d pay it every night, you know. Seventy-five thousand each night you stayed with me. You’d never have to go back to those other nameless men again, and you’d be making three times what you usually do." Yohji knew he had Aya on that point. "I fail to see a downside to my offer, Aya."
Now Aya knew he was losing ground, too. There was no reason for him to keep denying Yohji’s offer if what the older man was posing held merit. He would have enough money for his sister’s bills, and at that price he wouldn’t need to apply his second occupation nearly as often as he currently was.
Yohji wasn’t bad looking either. Downright handsome, sexy, almost godly. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst of experiences. …He could always give it a try and then never again return to his teammate’s sheets should it prove…unpleasant.
Amethyst eyes turned back towards the man seated upon his bed in wait.
"….Deal."
Maybe Yohji wasn’t expecting that. The older man probably figured it would take a little more coaxing before the shorter redhead caved to the arrangement. Either way, when Aya conceded and just stood there to wait for Yohji’s next move, it was the blonde’s turn to rise slowly from the mattress and fit his sexiest smile into place as he approached the redhead.
Aya felt every soft tingle of flesh when Yohji came to wrap surprisingly powerful arms about his waist and draw him in closer to the firm musculature of the taller man’s body. His head was pressed into the crook of Yohji’s shoulder and neck to rest there even as a slight pressure was applied at his hip where Yohji slowly slid the wad of bills into Aya’s pocket.
"You’re mine tonight, A-yan." Barely a whisper into the other’s ear before Yohji tipped his head down to finally claim Aya’s lips with his own.
He wasn’t sure if Aya would be so easy to comply, but the younger man was just full of surprises. Nicely toned arms rose seemingly by their own volition to twine about Yohji’s shoulders and pull him in closer whilst those lips, genuinely soft, parted and allowed for deeper exploration.
Yohji hated to think of how all this experience must have been acquired. He didn’t want to picture just how many men Aya had given himself to all for the sake of paying his sister’s hospital bills. Perhaps not that many, it was only two months after all, and Aya was a fast learner. Even with only a single teacher or two, he could memorize the various desires of those who would choose to buy another’s body for a single night.
But still it killed him.
"Mmm…" The pure pleasure from Aya’s lips drifting away from his to trace a skillful column down Yohji’s throat was more than the incentive he needed. "Aya…need you. My room…."
"Mmmph.."
Perhaps it was agreement. Yohji didn’t care to ask either way. All he knew was that the growing friction between his and Aya’s body kept growing from a mere spark to something borderline inferno with each passing moment, and both men were still wearing way too much clothing for Yohji’s increasingly lustful tastes.
Somehow they wound up in the older man’s bedroom, though for the life of him, Yohji just couldn’t remember if he was the one to lead Aya there or if the redhead himself had bated the lure with his blonde teammate simply a willing prey. It didn’t really matter. Aya was his tonight, and damn it…he planned to use every last minute ravishing that beautifully sulky redhead.
Still, some part of him felt disappointed that Aya was acting so willing. Damn it, the swordsman was being downright speedy in the way he fell himself back to the mattress before his partner would even get the chance to push him down dominantly. It dawned on Yohji: Aya didn’t like feeling out of control. He was doing everything as quickly as possible to perhaps suffer another quick fuck, another night’s pay, and yet still keep some manner of opinion about him that he indeed was not a willing uke.
Yohji chuckled softly to himself.
// Playing mind games with yourself, ne Aya? //
Laughter died down to a groan of pleasure. Aya’s teeth nipped expertly along his throat in careful lines, obviously practiced and never enough to bruise or leave any type of lasting mark with the immediate massaging over of the flesh with the redhead’s tongue.
Through it all, only Yohji was the one to make any sounds of encouragement, with the younger man all but silently driving his latest patron to the edge. Yohji knew what Aya was doing. He would beat the other man at his own game tonight even if it killed him.
Rolling over to the side with grip firm upon Aya’s shoulders to pull the smaller man atop him into a straddle of his hips, Yohji looked into the violet eyes now clouded with just the slightest uncertainty at the new position.
Heh. Most men must like having the beautiful redhead under them when dominating. The position was at least somewhat new then.
"Undress me, A-yan. …and then yourself."
Understanding spread across Aya’s lovely features, and Yohji almost whimpered at the soft brush of material upon his chest when slender fingers closed about the first button and opened the fabric wider to expose heavenly tanned skin. Aya moved without prodding, once again taking the initiative to lean in and suckle earnestly at each new inch of flesh becoming available to his gaze below.
He had seen Yohji naked before. The older man was rather indiscreet with his body, especially in the summer mornings when the weather was too hot for comfort and the inside ventilation systems decided to go on the brink again. Breakfast time was disquieting on those days to say the least with Yohji propped carelessly in a chair, all open for the world to see. ….Including the various other members of WeiB and an occasional female Kritiker unfortunate enough to catch their eldest teammate in all his glory.
But now was different. Here Aya was unwrapping the blonde with every care, knowing what was to come and still resigned to his duty in it all with an almost grim determination not to give Yohji the upper hand in the end.
"Ennhhh…. Oh fuck, yeah.. Aya…." With Yohji’s shirt unbuttoned and shoved carelessly off muscled shoulders to tangle somewhere below them in the sheets, the older man still didn’t switch their positions with Aya perched above him, though now sliding down his body and planting moist kisses along the way.
Aya could already see the evidence of Yohji’s arousal peaking a visible lump through the front of the blonde assassin’s jeans. He already knew Yohji was above average, but it had never really bothered to register in his mind, seeing as how it’s never often that one pictures himself in bed with his elder teammate who just so happens to be a man and the biggest playboy in Tokyo as well.
Hooking his fingers into the rather soft material, nimble digits unfastened the button and zipper closures together, all the while his mouth wandered lower beneath Yohji’s bellybutton to caress and massage the new flesh with his lips and talented tongue.
He stopped again, this time to grip the fabric and peal it off the elder man’s hips. Damn him. Yohji didn’t even bother to wear boxers. Stupid, cheap fuck.
….But what did that make Aya then? A slightly more expensive fuck? Scowling now, he tossed the article away only to meet depthless pools of jade again when bothering a glance.
"What would you be willing to do for me, Aya?"
"….Things within reason. I’m whomever you want me to be."
Yohji seemed to take on a strange pout at the comment, completely unfamiliar to the younger man still seated perched above his now naked frame. Had he said something wrong?
"I want it to be you, Aya. But at the moment, I want *you* to strip for me."
Aya definitely hesitated with that, eyes boring into his elder partner’s like twin amethyst gems. Score point two for Yohji. He had done something else most "clients" would never request of the redhead.
"What did you want me to do?"
"Strip for me."
"How?"
Yohji grinned. This was the Aya he wanted.
"Like you’re trying to seduce me, not the other way around. Convince me that I really want this more than you do and use your body to prove it." He licked suddenly dry lips and barely rasped out the next line: "Strip like you want to fuck me hard..."
Well, that got Aya’s attention to say the least. The younger man seemed to be in thought, still straddling the blonde below. Yohji thought he caught the faintest of smug smiles cross his hired lover’s lips before Aya’s slim fingers began tracing a first tantalizing line down his own chest and the metal clasps upon his trenchcoat were unfastened. Underneath was enough to make Yohji harden to a point beyond any other he had ever felt before.
Aya was wearing something vaguely resembling a halter piece, ties slipping through a series of given slits making the top look more shredded in places than an actual covering at all. Forest green fabric stretched skin tight, the halter tie fastened behind the sexy dip of his neck, then winding back down to where simple strips covered the upper arms right below where the creamy skin of Aya’s shoulders lay exposed to the prying eye.
Heh. His night outfits must be rather "rewarding" to those men who would buy. Yohji was tempted to forget his earlier request and just take Aya right there, clothes and all.
Looking fully at the man now coatless above him, Yohji was able to confirm his earlier assumption. Aya’s pants were indeed a shade of bronzed red vinyl appearing to give off a metallic glow to the entire outfit. Fuck, Aya was hot as hell.
….and currently with arms wound back about his head to untie the top string holding his shirt up. Aya never let it drop though. Instead, one hand held the much-too concealing fabric into place whilst the other allowed a finger to brush along the various slits in the material and reveal more pale skin to Yohji’s eyes in much a rippled effect of earthy green to creamy flesh beneath.
Aya was working him. Good God, the redhead was actually listening to Yohji and playing the games he requested. He wanted more. He wanted so much more but was afraid to press the matter much. Aya did have his limits. That Yohji could already tell, but did it make much difference? Things were going pretty damn good thus far.
"I don’t do oral."
Snapped out of his revelry, Yohji stared up at the swordsman as if the words were lost on his ears.
"You…n-nani?"
Fingers worked to slowly draw the fabric covering Aya’s upper arms down and unwind again for removal with the remainder of the garment. Slipping it off, Yohji just caught Aya’s smirk before the forest green article was tossed upon his face and the comment repeated blindly to him.
"I said: ‘I don’t do oral’. Don’t even bother asking."
The shirt was lost soon after Yohji pulled it from his eyes and opted to gaze in admiration upon the beautifully sculpted man straddling his hips above naked from the waist up. Aya: clothed only now in those sexy bronze pants…..and even the same infuriatingly small smirk.
Swiveling his hips up without warning, Yohji sent the younger man into a roll of limbs. In the end, Aya lay pinned between the mattress at his back and Yohji’s own muscular frame fitted snugly to his chest.
"…I thought you wanted me to strip?"
"I changed my mind." Yohji smirked down upon his prey. "You were being deliciously sassy there, A-yan. I’m jealous now. You’ve almost got more talent than me."
A slender eyebrow quirked up at him.
"Almost?"
"No one beats me at my own game."
"I see."
This time Yohji tested the direct approach, hands stroking down Aya’s vinyl-clad thighs and under to cup the firm muscle of the redhead’s ass and squeeze.
"What if I was to fuck you right now?"
"Then you’d be fucking me."
Blunt. Right to the point.
….Not what Yohji liked at all.
"Tempting….maybe another night, A-yan."
With that, Yohji’s head dipped to the younger man’s neck and left a harsh, almost bruising path of kisses down Aya’s throat, down the pale chest to reach a first rosy nipple and flick his tongue over it. Aya barely flinched at the new spark of sensation, but Yohji caught the slight movement with cat eyes.
"Aya, I don’t want you to hold back. If something feels good, I want you to tell me."
"Hn."
"Is that a yes?"
"Whatever you want. You’re paying."
Yohji sighed. What was the point in trying to communicate? Aya seemed just as icy during sexual pleasuring as he would be following his most recent kill in battle when the redhead was grimly wiping his katana clean. There was no difference in attitude.
…not yet.
"You’re right. I’m paying, so I get to do whatever I want." Fingers moved swiftly to each spoken word and opened the zipper to Aya’s pants, pushing the waistband elastic of black silk boxers down to expose Aya’s own length to the night air. ..More perfection. "And right now I want this…"
"ENNGH!"
It was the most significant reaction Yohji had wrung yet from the younger man below him. Even as he pushed past his gag reflex and forced himself to swallow Aya whole, Yohji still was in triumph at the broken pants of the one with member filling his mouth. Aya’s fingers fell to grasp the blonde’s hair hard and trembling more when Yohji began to make humming sounds around the stiff length.
"Mmmmnn…" he slipped off to lap at the slit and bitter drops of fluid leaking avidly, "I’ll bet most clients don’t do this for you."
"Mnhh…."
"..Aya?"
"No. They..They don’t."
Teeth scraped gently up the length of Aya’s cock causing him to hiss with a delightful new addition of sensation to the nightly endeavors. He didn’t want to cry out. Only his vast reserve of glacial patience multiplied with the firm grip on Yohji’s hair was keeping him sane at the moment and from losing himself completely. He wanted this. Oh God, for once he wanted this sex.
All the while, Yohji watched his partner. Amethyst eyes weren’t long to glaze over with held passion, and soon Aya had stopped trying to control the rough pants rumbling past his lips in response to Yohji’s sweet torture. The older man watched him with pure interest and arousal at these new responses the redhead displayed. Aya’s chest heaving, eyelids fighting to stay open, tiny, almost purring sounds escaping him whenever he would attempt to hold back a moan which threatened to erupt.
It was too much. Arousal had already been on the brink of bursting forth before but now amounted to much more than Yohji could bring himself to just sit there calmly sucking off his younger partner to. Aya looked beyond delicious with most of his barricades down. He was sexy, erotic, sensual, and trembling as he pulled Yohji’s hair with more than just a little force in time to the bobbing motions of the blonde’s mouth upon his erection.
That was it. Just….too much…
"Nhh...."
He pulled away without warning, taking quick hold of Aya’s pants and practically ripping the vinyl from the redhead’s long legs in his hurry to discard the item. He caught Aya’s expression once again. The unwonted passion immediately giving way to bitter resentment of his reminded duty. Aya knew what he was there for, and although Yohji may have enough talent with his mouth to make the swordsman forget for a minute, reality always comes crashing back in the end of the matter.
It was another second before Yohji’s senses returned and he noticed Aya had grabbed his coat from the floor and was fishing briskly through a side pocket. …When had he spread the redhead’s legs that wide? Yohji couldn’t remember at all having gripped the pale thighs and forced them open about his own hips.
Aya’s voice resumed the gruff tone held much earlier during their original, pre-sexual encounter that evening.
"Here." And he passed the condom to Yohji with little more emotion than the action itself required.
Yohji looked down at the package with more than obvious distaste, yet understanding beneath it all.
"Well, I’m glad you’re having safe sex at least."
"Hnh. Just put it on."
"Che," eyebrows waggled, "are you this demanding with all the men you sleep with?"
"Yes. Put it on, or the deal is off."
"….Has anyone ever told you you’re a real bitch in bed, Aya?"
He ignored the hardened amethyst eyes and accompanying scowl. Heh. So Aya might have human emotions after all.
Splitting the package was easy and applying the latex covering even less of an obstacle for someone so used to the routine. True, Yohji preferred the added friction of fucking bare, but at this point Aya was going to be delicious to ride either way.
The redhead had already taken the hint, and opened his legs wide about his teammate’s waist to accommodate Yohji’s imminent invasion of his body. He felt the probing finger questing down his buttocks to the crease between and searching out the puckered prize hidden within. Barely, it grazed his entrance just for the propinquity and angle before something much larger was positioned there instead.
Panting above his fey quarry, Yohji braced himself and looked to fall into pools of darkened violet.
"Do you need me to stretch you first?"
Aya’s return gaze was equally hard.
"You’re the one paying, so whatever you want. ….It won’t be the first time without it."
Something inside Yohji broke at the undesired information and gritting his teeth firmly together he shoved forward with a cry for resounding anguish. All Aya had done. All the lovely redhead had lost. Innocence gone. A lifetime gone in the wake of such complicated decisions.
Still, his head cleared enough to catch the first beat of Aya’s pained cry with the sudden invasion of his body’s most private orifice. Silenced just as quickly as the first tone had been beaten through the small apartment bedroom, Aya forced himself to quiet with a resolve much too controlled and opted instead to simply dig his nails into the cotton sheets beside him on Yohji’s bed whilst still laying beneath the older man.
By the time Yohji’s head had cleared and his mind focused back to the occurrences at hand, he was already half buried within his new lover, and the gripping wetness just seemed to will him closer and closer before he wanted to give in.
"Aya…" Pure self restraint was all that currently kept him from plowing roughly into his new lover the rest of the way. Jade eyes met those violet below, and Yohji smiled slightly down on the other man before leaning in and claiming Aya’s lips with his own gently.
Or with gentle intent at least. Once again, the simple action went from slow and with tender care to a polar opposite with kiss so heated that only the harsh clash of their teeth coming together gave Yohji the edge to break away panting. He could see the return of a desired haze in the younger man’s eyes. Aya was getting back his edge, that denied want for this sex.
And the thought made Yohji smile hungrily into his partner’s shoulder. Smooth in nature, his head trailed up to place a path of sweet kisses all along the pale column of Aya’s exposed throat, tongue lapping out to taste the growing tang of salt perspired through their heated actions in Yohji’s apartment that night. All the while, his redhead lover arched beneath him, breathing rough now with the added sensation of lips to sensitized skin.
Aya remained silent to words throughout the entire display with only a few, scattered murmurs of incoherent fancy to be impetus urging Yohji on in his actions. In truth, it wasn’t nearly enough, nor anything remotely proximal to what the avowed Toyko playboy had witnessed in past lovers fallen captive by his tongue and body. This fact alone left the blonde feeling empty inside, longing for something he knew only too well.
He wanted Aya to call his name. Chances are that few people who had used this man for their dirty pleasures had even cared what was going through the redhead’s mind throughout the experience. Maybe Yohji was different in this way. He *wanted* Aya to accept that it was Yohji’s body atop his, inside his, giving him ecstasy.
But that was just it. Most of the older man’s moves seemed too anticipated on behalf of the other below him, and thus very little actually stirred the swordsman to a clumsily muffled moan. It was going to take much more effort than the blonde was used to, however, Yohji was definitely up to the challenge of breaking in this new, silent lover.
Pleasantly muscled arms wound down and under Aya’s back to encase the younger man fully before leaning back himself and pulling the redhead up to straddle his lap and sink down fully upon his invading length to the hilt.
"Nnnhh…." Aya’s head almost fell back in the mixed pain and pleasure of it all. Only years worth of restraint kept him immobile with little more than a muffled groan to edge Yohji on further.
Any second now. Any moment and Yohji would be slamming into him like all those other faceless men had done. He would become one of them.
….Instead, strong arms wound tighter about him, clutching the swordsman close as Yohji leaned in and buried his face into Aya’s chest remaining motionless to just sit there plunged fully into the younger man now seated in his lap. Aya blinked. What the hell was going on? Why was Yohji being so…so….gentle with him?
He scowled.
"I’m not going to break, you know."
"I know."
Yohji showed no signs of moving from his newfound sanctuary within the younger man’s warmth. One would never think that Aya could be so warm until finding himself buried to the hilt inside such a molten passageway and still encased within the confines of the redhead’s chest. It was wonderful to say the least.
And yet he never would have expected pleasantly muscled arms, toned from years of close-combat sword fighting, now tentatively winding about his back to encase him further in the redhead’s luscious warmth. He could feel every shy motion, uncertain for intent as Aya’s fingers began a slow exploration of stroking blonde tresses. It felt wonderful. Having those slender fingers smoothing through his hair was like ambrosia to the older man even if Aya himself never knew that such simple motions could possibly bring his new lover pleasure to this exalted degree.
There the two of them sat looking for all the world like fallen angels caught up in a newfound lover’s embrace.
"I like this, Aya. Feels so nice." Gently, the blonde began a slow nibble up the long column of his redhead’s throat. "I like you, A-yan."
The swordsman never answered. He didn’t lean into the faint caresses of Yohji’s lips upon his neck either, opting instead to remain aloof in the matter of this new intimacy. But Aya never pulled back from Yohji’s gentle attentions, that giving enough encouragement in itself for the blonde to continue his administrations on the milky throat before him.
"Mmnnn…Aya…." Yohji dipped lower in direction of his passions, lips taking one rosy nipple into his mouth and suckling it to a peaked bud. "Move over me…. Fuck yourself on me…. Onegai?"
The last word was added almost as an afterthought. Yohji knew he didn’t need to make it a request of the redhead since Aya was bound by occupation to do whatever it was that the blonde demanded of him. Still, the result came almost immediate to the command turned request leaving the older man’s lips.
Slowly, so as not to break the intimate pleasures of Yohji’s lips upon the heated flesh of his chest, Aya rose up on his knees to dangle precariously once again over the playboy’s hips with just the very tip of Yohji’s erection to remain buried inside his pucker. Arms wrapped about Yohji’s neck for balance, and before the older assassin could take account of the present happenings Aya was slamming himself back down again onto the thick cock below.
"Enngghhhhh…." Aya groaned, obviously with Yohji’s length finding that special spot inside his body to make even the stars above seem faded in comparison to such sensual sparks. He wasted no time to find it again and again, hips rising then plunging back down upon Yohji’s erect cock with growing fervor in time to both their panted gasps and moans.
"Oh shit, Aya! …So fucking tight……"
Yohji himself was already careening closer to a vibrant release of pleasureful strain, his tenuous hold on reality slowly slipping away by the moment. Each gasp, every pant of his redheaded lover impaling himself upon Yohji’s hardened shaft over and over again with fervor seemed more impetus to lose what little command remained over the blonde bishounen’s body.
"Ayyyyaaaahh! AHHH!!!"
Yohji’s thoughts exploded in a colorful array of passion, thrusting deeply upwards a few seconds more into the clenching tightness that was Aya even with his own release trapped by the latex covering inside the redhead’s body. Panting, willing his body back under control while Aya shifted off of him and removed the offending condom from his elder partner, depositing it with a toss to the bedroom trash can.
Emerald eyes met violet, and Yohji smiled.
"I gotta say, A-yan. ….you’re worth every cent."
The swordsman offered little more than at a curt nod at that, shifting his body upon the mattress to reach for his coat and possibly leave before Yohji’s libido returned and he wanted further nightly pleasures from his newest lover. Aya was surprised when the blonde simply rolled him once again onto his back and leered down on him.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
"My room. You’ve had your fun. You paid me. We’re done."
Yohji winced.
// Ouch. //
"It seems that you’re wrong, Aya. We’re *not* done quite yet." Slim fingers traveled down the other’s silky thighs and gripped the younger man’s still-prominent erection between his fingers and tugged. "I’ve never left a lover unsatisfied before, Aya, and I don’t have any intention of starting now."
Amethyst eyes opened wide at the statement just before Aya’s back arched and his head fell back in a throaty groan when Yohji once again swallowed him whole. The blonde seemed a little too good at it, and as such Aya was left wondering just how much true experience Yohji had received in the methods of gay sex. Quite a bit from the feel of things down below.
But still the redhead bit his lip from habit to keep the pleasureful moans from escaping him and reaching Yohji’s ears, an action which the blond would simply not tolerate at all.
"Aya," Yohji slipped off of the redhead’s cock just long enough to get each word out between licks, "I want to hear you. Stop holding everything back for once. I…I care about you.."
Yohji’s quietly admitted comment got the swordsman’s attention, and Aya would have scoffed at the words if his older teammate hadn’t chosen just that second to slide his lips back down Aya’s shaft and swallow him to the root.
"Mnghh! Yohji….." He didn’t mean to moan his new lover’s name. Yohji just seemed to be a bit too talented whenever sex was concerned. The sensations flowing thick through Aya’s veins were delicious. "..Yohji…."
There it was again. The blonde silently smiled as he bobbed up and down, suckling, licking, caressing Aya’s cock with his lips and tongue. It wouldn’t be long now. Aya was already losing much of his usually cold and dispassionate attitude in the throws of pleasure.
"ENNGHHH!!!"
And it was then that the redhead assassin fell free, or perhaps even allowed himself to lose control, and Aya arched up all-too erotically to the older man gaze, head thrown back exposing the length of creamy throat when Aya shot into Yohji’s mouth in thick spurts of bitter fluid. Yohji swallowed it all down of course like ambrosia to the tastes, loving every drop and lapping up the telltale traces of what had just occurred between the two men.
Aya was another minute more before coming down from his sexual high. After all, it was never often that his clients possessed the ability to bring the stoic redhead to orgasm as well as just themselves. Yohji proved unique in that way. He actually cared just what pleasures Aya experienced in his bed and wasn’t just set on having Aya sprawled back on the mattress with legs spread.
Aya blinked and his gaze directed down to the man currently in the process of climbing back up his languid body to lay atop him, still with hips pressed snugly between the younger man’s thighs.
Well, maybe the last part was true. Still, Aya found that he couldn’t complain as his eyes drifted back down to Yohji, the blonde’s head nuzzling gently into his shoulder before moving to the crook of Aya’s neck and kissing ever-so gently at the flesh there. So soft. The caress of lips was so light, Aya couldn’t even be sure that the touch was there at all in his recently sated state.
But he still brought his arms up and around Yohji’s back, cradling the older man firmly to him. He still closed his eyes and bent his head just so as to catch the faint scent of honeysuckle and sex, Yohji’s own personal flavor, wafting from the blonde’s slightly sweat-dampened tresses.
It was all so comforting in a way…
"Mn..arigato, A-yan…." Yohji faintly mumbled from his face being cradled into Aya’s shoulder. Slim, almost elfin hands danced along the toned planes of his back, and Yohji could think of nothing better right at that moment than the way his redhead’s heart beat so firmly beneath his cheek along with the rise and fall of said man’s chest.
His redhead.
Yes, Aya would be his now. For no one else to have and enjoy but Yohji. The blonde man usually didn’t mind sharing, but…something about Aya just perished the possibility before Yohji could even bring himself to give it anything more than a passing thought. No, this would be one lover Yohji would keep for himself.
And even through this agonizing thought process, Aya would have no clue as to what the older man was pondering besides the eventual tightening of Yohji’s arms about his body.
It was too different to him. Yohji should have just been another nameless man who Aya would use, then throw away like all the rest. Instead…here he was: Aya Fujimiya……cuddling with the devoutly straight Yohji Kudou in his elder teammate’s sheets still damp from their passion just moments before.
"….I should go."
Yohji’s head tipped up and emerald eyes were upon his own violet as soon as the words left his mouth. He was sure he had felt the blonde’s arms tighten possessively about him at that, and even that unconsciously innocent motion made Aya uncomfortable to say the least.
"Yohji….."
"Iie. I paid for the whole night, A-yan." Warm lips began falling upon the swordsman’s throat, skirting lightly over the most vulnerable of areas all-too tenderly.
"I don’t like cuddling, Yohji. …It suffocates me." There. He had admitted it.
"You said ‘whatever I want’, A-yan." Yohji flippantly reminded. "And I want to hold you and be held by you until morning. Then you’re free to go."
Well, Aya definitely was not used to that. Most men hadn’t cared at all whether their fling with the exotic redhead ended abruptly after orgasm. Aya had performed his services, and that was usually enough to get the pale assassin out of their rooms, apartments, houses without a single word to protest his sudden leaving. It was hard to picture Yohji Kudou, biggest playboy in all of Tokyo, as being something more than these men.
"….I have the early shift in the shop tomorrow."
"Then just wake me before you leave, okay?"
Aya sighed, slim fingers of one hand drifting up to twine into golden locks and gently hold Yohji’s head in close to his own body recovering quickly from satiation. He didn’t quite know why he did it. Maybe this new Yohji was bringing through a bit of the innocent boy named Ran he thought had been lost to him so very long ago.
"…I’ll wake you."
~ * ~ * ~
~Bombay reporting… Everything’s in place. Ready for the next stage. What’s your status, kittens?~
Omi sat there huddled into one corner of Aya’s porsche and waited for the next transmission to come in over his headset and inform him of just where his teammates were located.
Another mission. This time a matter, dictated by Birman, of simply infiltrating a Tokyo warehouse and proceeding to eliminate the pawns and all key figures involved in one of the most successful, illicit drug operations of all time. Each member of WeiB had been given his designated positioning already, and now it was just a matter of waiting to make their move.
~….Siberian in position. Waiting for your signal.~
~Check that. Wait for further confirmation.~
Omi’s heart was already beating about ninety miles an hour courtesy of the familiar rush he got with each new mission. Hopefully, another one would go off without a hitch.
~Balinese in position. Waitin’ for the signal, kitties!~
Yes, Yohji’s voice was practically dripping with sex even in the most high-charged and dangerous of situations. Omi could be almost certain that the older blonde had winked over the transmission. So was Yohji Kudou. One learns to deal anyway with the biggest manslut in Tokyo or risk becoming embroiled in more trouble than ever imaginable to the common man.
~….Abyssian…report in.~
No response.
~Abyssian!~
Aya’s deep voice drifted over the headset.
~…in position. Begin it.~
The youngest WeiB assassin sighed softly to himself, more relieved in truth now that his part in the organization had been played and he need only wait for the other three to perform their duties and return to the car for post-mission escape.
// It’s all up to you guys now. Good luck. //
~Cutting the electricity in three….two….one…~
And the entire city block was suddenly plunged into pitch darkness
Violet eyes instantly narrowed within the newfound darkness enveloping Aya and all those currently within his line of vision with its inky shroud. It took only a second for trained eyes to adjust to the lack of light, and Aya was moving like liquid murder from his hiding spot in the darkest shadows, slipping silently past those confused office patrons around him to the planned set of double doors up ahead.
He had a mission to take care of.
All the while, Yohji and Ken slipped through the shadows equally unseen by those hobbling within the confused darkness around them. They need only make sure that no one entered the office once Aya slipped inside to carry out the deed, and thusly both parties slid into the most concealing shadowry they could find and wait.
Both watched their redheaded ally slip past the confusion. …Or would have had it not been for a lack of light. Maybe Aya was already inside the office. Maybe he had already carried out the mission and now it was just a matter of escape.
But when the lights suddenly flickered back to life leaving the three assassins exposed to those about them, and rather surprised to say the least.
Not to mention the additional fact that the room appeared to be filling to capacity with a number of rather burly-looking security guards searching for the intruders who had caused the disturbance in the first place.
"THERE! There they are! Get them!"
Or maybe not looking. Found.
"Shit." The words were out of Yohji’s mouth and the blonde’s wire was drawn all in the same second it took to notice that Ken was still on the other side of the room and Aya was indeed not inside their target’s office yet, but rather just outside the room looking rather uncertain of what was going on now that their cover had been blown.
~ Guys! Guys….mission aborted! They knew we were coming! ….Oh geeze… GET OUT OF THERE! ~
Ken didn’t need Omi’s voice calling out over their headsets to alert him to the rather unfortunate trouble the three assassins inside the building seemed to be in at the moment. Bracing against the wall for another second, the brunette suddenly growled something feral and pushed off the wall with his back foot to charge at the security guards in their path, slashing with his bugnuk.
"Let’s go!"
Yohji had every intention to follow his younger teammate, until one glance to the side showed Aya now making an attempt to cut through their target’s door lock with his katana. Even in the most dire of situations, Aya always hated to lose.
"Aya! Yo…. Mission aborted! We’re getting out of here, baka!"
Aya’s scowl just deepen, cramming his weapon even more forcefully against the annoying barricade preventing him from completing their mission.
A shot rang out.
For a moment Yohji was stunned, thinking it might have been himself who was hit. A few blinks and random shots later however told him otherwise when his redheaded lover suddenly groaned and sunk to his knees just outside the executive office.
"Aya!" Yohji’s body moved of it’s own volition, somehow avoiding the gunfire now obviously directed at him just long enough to run to Aya’s side and scoop the fallen swordsman into his arms. "Baka. We’re getting out of here!"
~ Yohji? I heard gunshots! Are you okay? What’s going on in there? ~
"Omi!" Yohji half-screamed into the headset, protecting the smaller bundle in his arms against the advancing security guards in his path to the door, "We’re coming out! Left wing of the building. Don’t ask, just get the car there, and for Chrissakes, HURRY!"
No more talk. The connection closed, and Yohji set himself before turning and charging full-speed to his right where a gap in the growing security lay. It was only a moment in time really, but it felt like slow motion to the blonde who clutched Aya tightly to his chest and charged through the third story window in a deafening cacophony of splintered paneling and glass.
Yohji felt suddenly grateful to Birman for having discharged the layout plan of the third floor where their target would be located. This was one of the few windows Yohji knew was located just above a fire escape running fully down to the ground floor of the left wing.
He was eternally grateful for the open door Ken granted him as the blonde ran along after the car with his fallen lover cradled closely in his arms. Thus, he was able to leap inside with the coat-clad bundle tucked safely into his arms even despite Aya’s limited protests that their mission had not been completed.
"…gotta go…back. I didn’t-"
"-Shut up, Aya." Yohji shoved the younger man into the back seat beside him then proceeded to check his lover for the worst external wounds while Omi sped the car out into the night. "Shit, you’re bleeding bad. ….Damn it, Aya! What the fuck were you trying to do?! Get yourself killed back there?!"
The redhead appeared as emotionless as ever when pointedly refusing to meet Yohji’s worried gaze.
"We were given a mission. I intended to complete it."
"Omi told us to abort! That means: ‘trouble, dipshit! Get your ass outta there!’ "
"I won’t just st-"
Yohji suddenly growled, grabbing his lover about the collar and silencing him with an angry kiss.
Ken, still sitting up front, could only stare in shock at his two eldest teammates joined in such an intimate way while Omi half-watched the road, half-watched the two in the backseat through his rear-view mirror. Neither of them had ever expected something was going on between the playboy and the man of ice.
Wisely, they ignored the issue and politely averted their eyes when Yohji deepened the kiss, shifting within his seat to half sit, half lean atop the redhead with one of Aya’s bloody fists now tangled into his blond tresses.
~ * ~ * ~
Strong arms wrapped about Aya’s slight frame from behind, basically immobilizing all the redhead’s cooking efforts. Said man just scowled straight ahead of him since Yohji wasn’t in a position to be able to see the expression anyway, and his tone was reprimanding.
"Not now. I’m making dinner."
"Mmm….I can see that."
"Then you can also see that if you don’t postpone your libido for another half hour, then no one’s eating at all tonight."
Yohji sighed. Leave it up to Aya to be practical whenever spontaneous kitchen sex was much deserved. Still, he took some pride in noticing the way Aya’s body molded unconsciously back into his arms. It had taken time, true, but the redhead was at least a little more accustomed to the idea of Yohji being his one and only lover, even if payment was still required as backing to the title conferred upon his older friend.
Five weeks. Time together seemed more like a perfect dream to Yohji than whatever harsh annoyances reality often brought coupled to its folds. God, Aya was living, breathing sex. The playboy had thought for some time before that his younger teammate was gorgeous, a living, metaphysical being originated from some existence he, being a mere man, could never understand. Having Aya as his bedmate every night and making love to said man over and over again until each evening gave way to the beginning rays of daylight only convinced him more that such things were deeply rooted in truth.
Unfortunately, such a godly being was too much incentive for Yohji not to do as he wished. Spinning Aya about and pushing him over to the kitchen table, the blonde bishounen’s feral grin was the only warning before he raised the younger man off the ground and slammed him back flat to the polished wood.
"Engh! Yohji! Bastard…. I’m trying to make dinner!"
"Mmm….Not anymore." Practiced fingers made quick work of Aya’s slacks, sliding the material and blue silk boxers down all in one motion to the redhead’s knees as his own fly was unzipped. "Dinner can wait. You’re getting fucked now."
"Iie, Yohji. Ken and Omi should be home any se-"
All protests were instantly cut off by Yohji’s hungry mouth claiming his. Raising Aya’s knees up high to the younger man’s chest, Yohji hardened to see the evidence of their last night’s endeavors still apparent just within his lover’s now exposed opening. Shortly after that first night together, Yohji had managed to coax Aya out of using condoms. It was uncomfortable to the swordsman at their first few trials, but Yohji’s necessity to have such a mark of possession within his lover’s bowels gave little room for formal complaint.
Hungry lips searched out the pale column of Aya’s neck, biting softly.
"God, I want to fuck you…"
"Not now! What if Omi and Ken see us? You want to scar them for life, too?"
Emerald eyes rolled, and Yohji proceeded to unbutton Aya’s shirt and kissing each piece of newly visible flesh.
"They already know we’re sleeping together, A-yan. They just….don’t know quite all the reasons behind it."
"And let’s keep it that way."
Shoving Yohji off his bent form with one great push, Aya sat up and instantly set about pulling his various articles back into some degree of composure. Yohji just watched him do it with crossed arms and a frown to match.
"You should tell them you need money, Aya. They’re your friends. They’ll understand."
"Understand what? That I’m sleeping with you just to pay my sister’s hospital bills? Really, Yohji…. Don’t make me laugh."
"I always try, A-yan, but you never seem to want to smile."
Violet eyes narrowed at him.
"I have my reasons."
The blonde sighed at that. Maybe Aya did justify some of his rather isolated actions within his own mind, thus leaving little room for his older lover to protest as such. Yohji didn’t like it. He had told Aya before and yet the redhead still seemed unable to open up to him on such an emotional level. Annoying to say the least.
"Either you tell them, or I will, A-yan. I’m sick of putting up with that sulky attitude you’ve always got going. Just because of your little sister, suddenly your whole life must be made miserable. Well, you know what, Aya? You’re not the only one with a past."
Violet eyes narrowed almost to tiny slits. Aya was seething inside, wishing that his katana was unsheathed in his hand and not hidden away in his bedroom. Unwittingly, Yohji had crossed that forbidden line during his casual analysis of the redhead’s anger, only succeeding in digging himself the deepest hole one could ever imagine.
Point blank, he was on the shooting range. …and Aya was ready for slaughter.
"And what about you, Yohji?" Aya’s tone was virtually growing to an angry hiss, more viper than man and ten times more dangerous. "You strut around like you own the world and everyone on it! What about all those innocent women you fuck and corrupt with your bloody hands, hmm? You finally get an ounce of decent sense into that thick skull of yours and realize that you don’t deserve the rest of normal humanity, so you come to fuck up my life even more because I’m just the same as you! A murderer. That’s all we are! Well, I’ll tell you something, Yohji Kudou, ….your money’s not worth the sex!"
A resounding crash from somewhere behind them caused both men to turn and meet the startled gazes of Omi and Ken. A large, shattered planter was scattered about them on the floor below, but the two who had just dropped it didn’t seem to notice it. They were busy staring from first one of their older teammates and then the next.
Yohji paled.
"….Oh shit…"
But Aya was already moving away from the other three. Moving past Ken and Omi to reach the door of their shared apartment and grabbing his buckled coat from a hook just before yanking the door open and stepping out into the winter night alone.
Left with his two youngest teammates, Yohji just sighed to himself softly.
// Damn it…. //
~ * ~ * ~
Soft flakes of virgin snow drifted through the night in an ivory haze of frost. People were long gone from the streets; gone home to their lovers, their life mates, family, or friends. Only a shadow black as the darkness beneath the swirl of snow comprised any movement down the otherwise deserted sidewalk.
Aya cursed himself. He cursed Yohji and the older man’s open nature. He cursed his own impatience in matters involving such naked emotions. Sadly, he knew the truth: he was better off back in the apartment he had left little more than an hour ago.
Pulling the signature trenchcoat tighter about his body, Aya trudged on through the misting frost. It was cold, damn it.
It was warm in Yohji’s bedroom. Always warm there. He could go back and…
No. Not yet. Let the blonde come looking for all he cared. Aya would stick it out in the cold no matter what the consequences of acquired sickness or other ailment. He wouldn’t go back just yet.
"Hey, pretty kitty."
Aya froze dead in his tracks.
Was that another’s voice he had just heard? Eyes narrowed and the redhead instinctively reached for a katana that wasn’t there. Damn it! He had been in such a haste to escape his lover that he had run off without his only weapon. Here in the darkness, snow swirling about his tensed form, Aya instantly regretted that choice.
"Aw, the kitten doesn’t have his toy, does he?"
Again, the voice slithered through the darkness. Who, Aya didn’t know. From where, he couldn’t tell in the swirling mystic of ice falling down about him to collect thickly upon paved streets. Everything was blackness masking all that he wished to perceive and soundly blinding his usually alert nature.
But the man appeared from nowhere, falling to crouch in his path as suddenly as the passing wind with knife already drawn and single amber eye narrowed to take in all of his prey. Aya didn’t move. Farfarello didn’t move. Both only watched the other, waiting for that moment always to come and decidedly end such matters of indecision on behalf of the parties involved.
Aya blinked…
…And Farfarello was upon him.
~ * ~ * ~
// Damn you, Aya! Why can’t you just be like any normal person and drag your frozen ass back here? //
Yohji sat smoking on the couch, irritated frown already in place where he puffed solemnly on his second pack that morning. Perhaps lack of a good night’s sleep had something to do with it, but Ken and Omi especially had worn matching uneasy expressions ever since they heard the truth behind Yohji and Aya’s "relationship". Obviously, the idea of Aya selling his body, and to Yohji no less, came as quite a shock to both their systems.
"I just don’t understand. …Why wouldn’t Aya tell us he needed money?"
Ken sighed from his chair, looking over their youngest member as Omi paced before him.
"Aya just isn’t the type to drop his problems on other people if he can help it. I guess that’s the reason. He didn’t want our charity, that’s all."
"But that’s stupid!"
"Hn. I tried telling Aya that." Both boys turned to face their eldest member when Yohji paused in his incessant puffing just momentarily to speak. "He’s a pain sometimes, but it’s just his nature. He doesn’t want to listen to anyone."
Omi pouted.
"I still call it stupid."
"Yeah well, if we don’t go out and find our ‘stupid’ redhead soon Aya’s going to freeze and we’ll be down one teammate."
The younger members of WeiB needed no extra encouragement. Coats were grabbed, and the three remaining left their apartment building with little more talk among them. Only words enough to decide about splitting up areas to search, and each was on his way trudging through the newly fallen snow of the night before.
Thus, Yohji internally grumbled about his newest assignment. He wanted to find Aya, true, but quite possibly in a nice, warm café or little diner somewhere. Some place with heat!
"I swear Aya, the next time you pull something this stupid, I’m going to tie you up and lock you inside the house until it gets warm again."
Angry thoughts swarmed through his mind, cursing amply at first but soon teetering off to a mere trickle of discomfort. It was too cold to think. God, if Aya hadn’t found somewhere to stay last night, chances are the swordsman was frozen somewhere or at least pretty damn close to freezing over.
Honestly, the thought quirked Yohji. Could glacial Aya, the man of ice, actually feel cold?
Probably.
Thoughts drifted back un-willed to memories of some colder nights within the last few weeks of their time together as lovers. On the more frigid nights following his heated release inside the redhead, Yohji would opt to stay sheathed inside his lover’s flooded opening and have Aya keep his long legs tangled about the blonde’s waist as a more intimate means of added warmth. Yohji would always wrap strong arms about the smaller man then and nestle Aya into his chest to warm both their sated forms long through the chilled dead of winter nights past.
True, Aya did protest the first few times, but soon with Yohji’s continued efforts the cuddling became more of a habit to both. As of recent, the older man wouldn’t even need to prod after each sexual bout. After Yohji had filled him, Aya would simply ignore the sticky sensation poured inside but moments before and instinctively allow the blonde to hold him close afterwards.
Yohji smiled to himself.
// Oh, the ways we change, ne A-yan? //
A gust of wind picked up trails of white flurries from decorating the sidewalk where he tread along and whisked them swirling about the air in a once again feigned initial flight. Chilled enough to curse his unfortunate situation once again and wishing he had grabbed a warmer coat in his rush to search out the redhead, Yohji clutched the fabric closer about his lean frame and plodded on.
Well, if nothing better to come from this situation, at least Omi and Ken now knew of Aya’s monetary predicament. Both of the youngest WeiB members were hit head-on by the information solemnly supplied by Yohji as to Aya’s new means of making money. Perhaps Omi especially would be able to convince Aya into letting his friends aid him.
But ironically it was just that thought which troubled him as well. Would Aya still share Yohji’s bed if it wasn’t simply for money? He would have no reason to now. …And honestly, why should he? Maybe it was all just for money in the final scheme of things, and Yohji wouldn’t put it past the younger man. It was Aya’s nature after a-
…He stared in shock.
Maybe it was just his eyes playing tricks upon his befuddled brain at the moment….but no. Clearly, there in the snowy path before him were the faint tracings of telltale red splashes dotting the whiteness beneath his feet. Well, more pink with wear by now, not to mention the continued snowfall of the night before. Still, when Yohji bent for further inspection and even dared to prod with a single finger into one of the pale stains there could be little mistake.
"What the hell happened here?"
Emerald gaze drifted along the snow-covered sidewalk, first rays of winter sunlight pooling upon the pale whiteness to give it an almost surreal gleam of crystal perfection. Well, perfection only if one was to disregard the obvious splatters of blood in desecration of such holy quintessence.
Deadpan eyes, slowly drifting over the growing splatters to come upon their source not far from where the blonde stood in tacit shock. Red. So much red staining the otherwise immaculate expanse of purity dubbed winter’s white. …Blood red. Flame red. ….Black…trenchcoat…boots…
Yohji blinked. Standing there in the early morning, near frozen, gaze steady….he knew.
"A-Aya?! …It…..No. It can’t be!"
Cold temperatures forgotten in an instant’s recognition of the bloodied form laying motionless in the snow, Yohji collapsed beside his fallen teammate and gathered the snowy bundle into his arms. Already cold. Nothing of the warmth Aya had always seemed to hide from the public eyes and reluctantly allow Yohji to discover within him during the numerous nights of love making the two had shared.
"Oh, oh God, Aya!" Jade eyes burned horribly from the tirade of tears now pouring down his cheeks in streams of salt. "Aya…. Oh my God, Aya. No it… You can’t…. I-I won’t let you!"
But no mistake had been made. The lifeless form coddled now by trembling arms was that of his redheaded teammate.
While clutching the lifeless body of his lover in close, Yohji’s emotions fell free in an eruption of pain, tense agony at seeing the man he had grown to love now nothing more than a frozen reminder of what had been lost to him forever.
"AYYYAAAAAAHHH!!!!!"
Frozen flecks of dried blood clung almost sweetly to his redhead’s abused body, smearing then onto Yohji’s hands and winter coat where the blonde clutched tightly to his fallen teammate. He cried for the loss. His beautiful lover now covered with deep gashes carefully laced to draw wide rivulets of blood and yet still interspersed with dark bruises from another’s hand. Such perfect flesh…marred. He’d never heal now. Never…never again…
"Oh God, Aya… What did they *do* to you?!"
Somehow his fingers moved of their own volition down to the clumsily fastened buckles of Aya’s coat and tugged the fabric open in his haste.
More bruises. Slashes even deeper made visible with only tatters left of the redhead’s shirt. A thick incision made down his sternum and with another shorter bar to fall over it atop the fallen swordsman’s chest.
A cross?
Oh God….why? WHY!?!
Angry fingerprints were bruised permanently into the soft flesh of Aya’s exposed stomach and ribs broken to a barely recognizable gnarl of black and blue framework inside. All of it now caressed in gentle apology by the man who had probably been Aya’s closest friend before death.
// I kissed him here…. I stroked him here when we made love…. //
Gentle re-exploration of the body fallen rigid in his arms with cold and death many hours ago. Yohji continued in almost mechanically grim fascination with the pale body before him.
Pushing down of what remained to Aya’s slacks, he was afraid in truth to what might be found inside. What further mutilations could the monster who would so do this to his lover desire? Somehow he knew even before his fingers found their mark, and still more tears escaped his already bloodshot eyes to spill onto his quarry below.
Aya’s flesh had been brutally torn open. Whether by the cursed knife to harm the rest of his form, or by something else Yohji could guess. Once tight and giving all those nights when Yohji had lain buried inside him, the younger man was ripped open wide to what Yohji could only suppose must be another man’s invading cock.
Aya had been raped.
No, it wasn’t enough for his attacker to simply kill the redhead, but Aya had been taken and brutally split open wide in the agonizing process worth more pain than the death to follow. All this in pure sight upon the lonely sidewalk unfortunately devoid of passers-by at such a late hour. Publicly raped, but without a soul to see such a crime.
"Gomen nasai, Aya…." His face fell buried to nuzzle helplessly into the bloodied chest below. "Gomen…. I should have gone searching for you sooner. Aya…oh, Aya…. Forgive me, koi…."
He was almost afraid to look once again upon the redhead’s face for fear that whatever brutal signs of pain etched across the pale features would forever haunt him beyond the already more than adequate agony killing him over his fallen lover.
// Don’t look, baka. Don’t torture yourself like that….//
And he looked. Instant horror grew threefold upon his own face to gaze once again upon Aya’s bruised and bloodied features. Bruised imprints of another’s fist, cheek split open wide by another knife incision there….. Still, the blonde’s heart broke in two upon mechanically reaching to gently stroke the blackened slits where Aya’s eyes should have been. Those gorgeous violet eyes pierced, cut, split open for the fluid release by the same knife which had savagely marked his lovely redhead’s body so thoroughly.
Yohji sobbed down on him from above.
"So so sorry, koi. Gomen nasai…. Gomen….. It shouldn’t have been you, A-yan. You’re……You’re everything to me…."
Vaguely could he make out the pale, pink trails following his fallen redhead for some distance. The bloody path must have been mostly covered over in freshly fallen snow by now so many hours later. The trail itself told a story Yohji would never want to hear by ear alone.
….So Aya hadn’t died right away. No, after his attacker had brutally torn open the gorgeous WeiB member’s body to defile and ravage so brutally, the redhead must have been left alone in the dark, snowy night. Tortured, bleeding, raped and blinded, Aya had tried to stumble his way home to the only friends he could call his own, but the sheer degree of his wounds would prevent success and blood loss won out in the end.
The redhead hadn’t died right away from his injuries, but rather over a period of who knows how many hours did the young man lay prone and bleeding in the snow before death claimed him in a then-welcomed embrace. It wasn’t Yohji to give Aya the much-needed comfort after this trial. ….it was death itself to relieve his lover.
"G-Gomen nasai, A-yan." Leaning down to meet his expired lover’s once-beautiful elfin face, Yohji pressed his lips to the ones below, bruised and devoid now of the creamy flavor he had since come to associate with the redhead. "….Aishiteru, A-yan…. Forever."
Soft footfalls alerted him to another’s presence behind, and yet the blonde just couldn’t being himself to care who saw him enveloping his closest friend so tightly in the early chill of winter morning’s dead embrace. It was fitting after all. He wanted to scream at the irony, but somewhere behind him Omi’s voice rang true through his growing darkness and pain of futile discovery.
"Oh…Oh my God! Y-Yohji! Is that Aya? Is……Is he okay?"
"Aya’s dead."
The words seemed to hang heavy over the three remaining WeiB members who were motionless now in the presence of their fallen redhead. Aya had been brought down. The indestructible man of ice and rage had somehow been demeaned to this, a frigid death, by someone his friends would be destined to hate with newfound passion at such an action taken against their ranks.
But none more so than Yohji himself.
He couldn’t meet Omi’s tears or the forlorn cry the youngest assassin gave as he collapsed to the snowy ground in anguish. Of them all perhaps Omi was the most personable, but consequently the teen bishounen was left open to severe heartrending when the one man he had thought impossible to break was cut down from life like only so much wheat harvested in a single mid-summer’s afternoon glow.
Ken remained motionless, the only member still able to stand in hopes of providing some form of tacit support to the other two crumpled in the agony of their consuming grief beside his feet. He wouldn’t speak now simply for fear that he too would break into a crying shell of the resistive man he knew he must play right now. Strength was needed, and as Aya was no longer available to give it, the job fell to the only WeiB member still with minimal control over his emotions at the moment. Staring down at the scene before him, Ken forced an escaping tear back into check with a few rapid blinks.
Yohji never even noticed when he fell into rocking the lifeless body of his redhead lover. Thusly, he couldn’t recall just when he had reached for the small switchblade in his right pocket. An emergency measure he would always carry, now seeming to have a much higher purpose in mind for the blonde as he opened the blade and admired its perfection with emerald eyes having taken on an almost glassy hue.
// Perfect….. Just like Aya…. //
"Y-Yohji-kun? W-What are you doing?"
His gaze flitted over to where Omi now slouched in the snow not three feet away trembling from tears. Sapphire eyes were on him and soon widened when comprehension hit the smaller blonde in a second wave of sickness.
"Yohji! Oh my God…. P-please no! Please not you, too…."
He only stared back at his chibi friend, expression blank.
"It’s not worth it anymore. My life’s not worth it. Aya….he…he kept me alive all this time."
"Yohji, put down the knife." Ken’s voice only cracked slightly when forced to take on the demanding role. Stern tone left no room for argument, but Yohji was still willing to take his chance, and Ken could see it. "He’s gone, Yohji. I know you….loved him. But killing yourself isn’t a solution. Think about it. …..Aya would have wanted you to stay with us."
"But it’s not worth it anymore..."
Omi watched in horror as his eldest teammate shifted the dead body of Aya in his arms only enough to position the blade point-blank over his heart with just the tip pricking through to the other side of the coat. Weakly, a sound of desperation escaped him to see it so.
"Yohji-kun, please don’t do it! Please! I….I don’t want to lose another friend!" Small fists went up to frantically brush at the salty tears escaping him. "Aya was enough….. Please, not you too… Please, please, please no….."
But it was Ken who swallowed down his mounting fear at the situation and took the few steps needed before he was standing over his paling elder teammate seated in the snow. Only one hand was needed to move shakily, offering an open palm to the confused, scared, almost childlike man trembling below him. The knife was precariously close…..
"Yohji, we love you, too. If nothing else, we’ll always be your friends. Please…..give me the knife."
Yohji stared up at the brunette unblinking, almost seeing through to what lay beyond the fragile existence he still bore. Somewhere he could see Aya watching him…and….tears? Aya was…crying?
// Dooshite, koi? Why do you cry for me? // Of course he was never granted the response his poor, befuddled brain so longed for. // Please! Aya! Tell me what to do…. //
Still no response from the apparition visible only to him as little more than a hazy shadow of things past. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Yohji realized that it had begun to snow once again. Was this shade form he had just taken to be Aya in tears little more than a mixture of snow and his own longing to see the redhead one last time?
Shakily, his gaze returned to focusing on the chocolate eyes of the boy standing before him, hand outstretched in a tacit plea for the blonde to relinquish his hold on the blade positioned mere centimeters from his own heart.
…..and Yohji made his decision.
~ * ~ * OWARI * ~ * ~
** For those wondering, the ending is meant to be vague. I wanted to leave it up to the reader to decide if Yohji kills himself over Aya’s death, or if he actually gives the knife back to Ken. You decide.