There was a change in air pressure and the popping in his ears woke Aya up. He sat up and glanced around. Outside the sky was lightening with the first rosy fingers of dawn. Inside everything was quiet, with everyone either asleep or merely silent.
The plane touched down on a runway that didn�t appear to belong to any major airport and that was fringed by palm trees. Wherever this was, they�d arrived.
Crawford opened his eyes, pushed his glasses up and looked out of the window. A quick glance at his watch said they�d been in the air for hours, and he felt rested for the first time in a long while.
*Schuldig, wake up and look outside.*
Farfarello stretched and glanced around, noticing the trees. �Palms? Where are we, Tahiti?�
Cerulean eyes flickered open and Schuldig stretched and sat up. He glanced out of the window then stared. *Nice. Very nice.* His mental voice sounded calmer, more like himself which probably had a lot to do with the mad percussionist finally giving up and leaving the inside of his skull alone.
The plane came to a halt without any noticeable taxiing and a set of steps was being rushed to the door.
*Looks like the locals know this plane very well.*
Crawford nodded, �I�d say so. Of course it only stands to reason that they would. I believe DSS owns this island.�
�We�re home,� Jas announced over the cabin speakers. �Everybody out.�
Kei stirred slightly, winced and opened his eyes. �That was fast, he must have had a tail wind or he pushed the plane again,� he commented as he pulled himself to his feet, swayed and had to grab the back of a chair while everything whirled in his vision.
�Kate, could you please notify the doctor that we�ll need his services immediately. Use the phone in the plane. Your cell won�t work here, we�ll have to pick up our local ones from the house.�
Kate unbuckled her seatbelt and went straight to the plane�s phone. Speaking in the same language that Jas had used back at the farm she made her needs known.
Five minutes later there was a lot of activity outside as an ambulance drew up and two Polynesians with a stretcher jumped out.
Kate gave Kei an apologetic look. �You know what he�s like. Besides you can�t walk down the stairs like that. Neither can Kudoh but I�m sure Crawford will be only too happy to carry him.�
�I�ll walk,� Yohji said as the people with the stretcher started to gather up the DSS leader, treating him as if he were the most precious person in all of creation.
They quickly had Kei off the plane, Jas following them down the stairs. He paused, �Kate�s in charge. Listen to what she tells you, because you sure as hell aren�t in Japan and the rules here aren�t the same.�
He met Crawford�s gaze, �Try even one of the things you�ve been considering and you�ll find out how fast you can die,� he warned the American precognitive.
Brad raised one eyebrow. �I assure you I�ve no intention of...�
�I mean it,� Jas snapped, cutting the man off. �Make a bid for control here and you�ll be on the receiving end of a bullet you can�t dodge.�
Farfarello stepped between Silence and his leader, �Don�t threaten him. You might not like what happens if you piss me off.�
Jas� eyes narrowed, �Of everyone on this plane, you�re the one I�m least worried about, Berserker. I know how to kill you, and I�m skilled enough to do it, keep that in mind.�
Yohji sighed. �Can we just stop the pissing match? I�m really getting sick of your shit. While I�m sure you�ve got protecting your own leader in mind, all you�re doing is pissing Schwarz off. And frankly if you made a try for any of them Nagi would have you flattened like a bug long before you managed to act out any of that bravado.�
Ken looked at Kate, �After living with Silence I guess Yohji doesn�t seem so bad,� he commented
Kate gave him a cool stare. �You don�t know him, Ken, until you get to know him keep your comments to yourself.� She nodded to Jas, letting him know she would be able to control them.
Jas smiled coldly at Yohji, "Well look at you, awake and sober, who would have thought it possible?" He nodded to Kate and vanished down the steps.
"Whatever," the brunet muttered. "I think I'm just going to keep my mouth shut from now on."
"Good idea," Yohji replied to Ken, ignoring Jas. "It might make it easier to keep your foot out of it."
Ken glared at him but actually didn't say anything for once.
"If you follow me I'll take you to the house and show you your rooms. Feel free to wander on the island. You can't get off it and the people here are loyal to Kei and only Kei."
Crawford glanced at Schuldig. "A tropical paradise of sand and sun. Do you think you can stand it?"
*I wonder how well shielded their minds are. Do you think you can touch any of them and find out?* he silently questioned the telepath. *We need at least one we can depend on to help us without question.*
�I think I can stand it,� Schuldig said aloud. To Brad he sent, *I thought we were working with these people until we�re safe from RK. You sound as if you want to double-cross them.*
*Yes, he does, doesn�t he?* Aya�s deep mental voice asked. Schuldig�s eyes widened. *Ack, I�d forgotten you.*
Aya was staring at Brad. *If anyone on this island tries to turn against DSS I�ll kill you myself. This isn�t Essett and it does us no good to be at each other�s throats. Try to remember that.*
*It's not a matter of double-crossing anyone, Schuldig. It's a matter of making sure we survive.* Crawford met the German's blue gaze, *Do you honestly think Kei gives a damn about any of us? Think about it. Have we been asked to join his team or did he just bring us along for the ride rather than let us fall into RK's hands to be used against him?*
He looked at Aya. *It's not me you have to worry about, Fujimiya; it's your new leader.
*I'm sure even you must have noticed how ready he is to be rid of Kudoh. He sees only a liability and that's far from the truth, though you Weiss don't seem able to look past your own team mates surface flaws any more than Darkness does.*
He adjusted his glasses and glanced at Yohji who was hobbling down the steps under his own power. *He's really much stronger than any of you give him credit for. If he weren't he'd never have survived this long.
*But it's too late for you to kiss and make up now. He's mine and he's going to stay mine,* and at that comment he made very sure that Schuldig understood his meaning. *I don't give up what's mine. Not ever.*
Aya shook his head, not prepared to argue the toss with Crawford. He could have said that if Yohji was so strong he�d soon realise that he didn�t actually need to lean on him, Crawford or anyone else and that he belonged to nobody but himself. Instead he said, �Once RK always RK, huh Crawford? You don�t really �own� anyone at all. Perhaps not even yourself.�
With that he turned and followed Issei and Aki down the steps, wanting to be away from the American before he did something he�d regret.
Schuldig shrugged but there was a thoughtful look in his eyes and his shields were up against everyone, including Crawford. Yes, he enjoyed their games with Kudoh but there was a possessive side to him that didn�t want to share Crawford with the blond ex-Weiss.
Aloud he said, �He�s not Weiss anymore, Brad. He�s DSS.�
Omi tugged on Ken�s hand, wanting to be away from Schwarz and the painful memories that Schuldig especially always induced.
The German�s last comment, however, made him turn impossibly innocent blue eyes on him and say, �As are the rest of us, including Yohji-kun. We gave them our word so somehow I don�t think they�d appreciate any of us trying to leave, do you?�
Crawford regarded the Takatori boy silently for a moment. "No, that's where you're mistaken. Kudoh is part of Schwarz, and we've no plans to be part of DSS."
Ken pulled on Omi, "Come on, let's get out of here."
But Omi stood his ground, small and trembling with fury. �You double-cross everyone you come into contact with Crawford, just like my damned family. Aya-kun was right you�re RK or Essett through and through.�
�If he is someone will put a bullet in him that he doesn�t see coming,� Kate said quietly from the doorway. �Now if you boys have finished all the childishness shall we go? The crew want to refuel and get away while the man you�re arguing about is standing on a broken ankle!�
Nagi had been standing like a deer caught in headlights watching Crawford with wide eyes. When Kate spoke he frowned slightly and went down the steps.
"Guilty before a trial," Crawford shook his head and looked at Nagi. "E tu Nagi?" he murmured in Latin and headed for the stairs.
Yohji wasn't waiting, he was limping across the airfield under his own power his back turned to them all.
Aki turned to Issei, "I wonder where he's going."
"Off to get drunk," Ken stated, his eyes narrowed as he watched the blond hobbling away.
�Then he�s shit out of luck,� Issei said. �There�s no bar on the island. The only booze available is at the main house and I can�t see Jas letting him anywhere near it.�
�He�s going to the doctor just as soon as he�s finished with Kei,� Kate said. �He needs to get a cast put on that before he does permanent damage.� She glanced at Tsuki who was retrieving his and Omi�s laptops from the overhead storage. �We need to find you a room too, don�t we?�
Tsuki nodded. �Yep, first visit,� he agreed. Get everyone else settled first though. I�ll take whatever�s left.� He frowned slightly. �Is there an internet port?�
Farfarello looked around at what they could see of the island which wasn't much. Just the air strip, the palm trees and a couple of buildings. "I wonder how big this island is," he mused out loud.
"It's fairly small as islands go," Brad replied as he watched Yohji vanish between two buildings and some of the palm trees. "Someone should probably go after him."
"Let him find out there's no bar. He'll come back on his own soon enough," Ken said.
Brad shook his head. "Someone should go after him, but it can't be me." He glanced at Kate, "He'll only get hurt if I go after him, but he'll be fine if someone else goes," he suggested.
"Well count me out," Ken grumbled.
A limo was approaching along the runway and he nudged Omi, "Think that's for them?" the former soccer player asked meaning the members of DSS.
�I think it�s probably for all of us Ken-kun,� Omi said as he watched the luxury car approach.
Meanwhile Kate was frowning after Yohji. The blond was a rare handful. �Issei, you�ve been here often enough, do you think you and Aki could get everyone settled while I get stubborn over there to the doctor?�
�I don�t see why not,� Issei said.
�Thanks.� She turned to the others. �Okay, the car will take you to the house. There is plenty of room for us to spread out enough not to try killing each other. There�s a swimming pool, gym, sauna, Jacuzzi, games systems, TV, and, yes Tsuki, there are both computers and ports for the laptops. The house has a full complement of staff and its own chef so none of you has to cook.�
�Oops,� Tsuki said, �sorry Omi, I nearly forgot. Here�s your laptop, man.�
Kate left them to it and headed after Yohji.
The blond was still hobbling along, heading toward a line of houses down the single road that led from the airport.
It didn�t take Kate long to catch up with him. �Where exactly do you think you�re going, Kudoh?� she demanded.
"Away from everyone, that's where," Yohji replied as he limped a few more steps away from the air field.
�That ankle needs to be set and a cast put on it. The doc should have finished with Kei by now and that�s somewhere you can go without half a dozen people tagging along.�
"Point me in the right direction and I'll go," Yohji told her as he came to a stop.
�Lean on me and I�ll take you there,� Kate said. �I�ll leave you alone once I get you there.�
Yohji turned jade eyes on her, "That's okay. I don't want to get anyone else pissed off at me for taking assistance from anyone. If it's all the same to you from now on I go under my own power, or I don't go."
She sighed again. �Men and their fucking egos,� she muttered. �Come on then, Mr Stubborn.�
She led the way moving at right angles to the way he�d been going until a small, white hospital came into view. �There. Get the doc to take a look at that ankle and set it for you. Then you can do what the fuck you like.� She turned away, wondering why the hell she�d allowed herself to get so close. It had been a bad idea and now she would have to pay the price.
Yohji frowned. "This isn't a matter of ego; it's a matter of me being tired of catching shit from all directions. Tell me you weren't upset when you saw me in Crawford's arms and say it without lying," he retorted harshly.
�I can�t,� she said bluntly, �but it was a damn fool reaction and one I�ll get over soon enough. I don�t like him but he seems concerned about your welfare and, no, I�m not being snide here. He is very possessive. If he makes you happier and he�s good for you then go for it.�
"He kept me from getting addicted to heroin, but I can't say he makes me happy. He's good at making me feel wanted, which no one else has done lately." He sighed, "Except you earlier today.
"Besides Schuldig is very jealous, I can't be Crawford's lover without stepping on the German's toes, and that's not something I'm prepared to deal with."
She gazed at him then, a self-mocking smile on her face. "I've always believed we should grab happiness where we can. So I'm not going to advise you any differently. It's like Kei said - we're all killers here. It's not like any of us can sit in moral judgment on any of the others."
Her eyes hardened. "But don't let your Schwarz friend betray us or I'll kill the bastard myself."
"He won't betray you, he's worried that Kei will do something that brings both teams into conflict." He sighed, "Like ordering me killed for being so fucking useless.
"Weird as it is, Brad does care about me. I know it's hard to believe, but the fact is he does. And don't tell either of them I told you this, but Brad's saved Aya's life twice now without our resident ice bitch ever even knowing it."
Kate listened without commenting until Yohji had finished speaking. Then she frowned. �Both Tsuki and I would argue that you�re not useless having seen you with that RK agent,� she said finally and then smiled slightly, �and I think Kei will listen to Tsuki even if he doesn�t listen to me.�
"Let's face it, Kate, my former team doesn't think I'm worth having around." He shoved aside the bitter hurt of that and added, "Shit, I don't even know why in hell Brad bothered to save me other than he's got a use in mind for me other than my skill in bed."
�You�re a talent, Yohji, and we can�t afford to go up against RK without talents. That�s why all of Schwarz are here and not dead and why you and Aya and Jas are so important. I�m damned sure Kei won�t kill you unless you force the issue.
�As for Crawford, as long as he can work with us and not try to take over, he�s welcome here.�
"Well I can't guarantee he won't try to run the show, and the thing is, except for the problems with them being mentally controlled, I've never seen Brad make any mistakes. He really does see the future."
The blond frowned, "Which makes me wonder how in hell those RK agents got into their minds in the first place. He should have seen that coming..." the blond's frown turned into a harder almost angry expression. "That son of a bitch. He let it happen... he fucking let them be controlled."
He looked up at Kate. "Think about it. There's no way he wouldn't have seen that sort of an attack coming. And what's the end result here? Most of Terror is dead and Brad's gotten exactly what he wanted: allies to help Schwarz survive the battle with RK."
Kate drew Yohji away from all buildings and people. �Don�t ever let Kei or Jas hear you say that,� she warned, �or both Crawford and Schuldig are dead meat. They�re only alive now because they were controlled. If it was deliberate� � She shuddered.
"Well someone would wind up dead anyway. I'm not sure it would be Brad or Schuldig," he admitted softly. "I know things about them that even RK probably doesn't know and let me tell you, they�re a lot more dangerous than Kritiker ever suspected."
"Imagine if they'd made Omi kill Ken while you could do nothing but watch instead of making Aki kill Hisato while Issei was helpless to stop it. How would you feel then if you knew Crawford had allowed himself to be controlled?"
"I'd have to try to kill them, and that would--" Yohji shook his head, "Well it would be one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Not that I could. They'd kill me so fast I wouldn't even know what hit me."
She stared at Yohji. "If you want to keep your lovers alive, don't breathe another word of this."
"I don't know that I'm right, Kate. But it's hard for me to accept that Crawford didn't see what was coming. He's told me he's not infallible, but, I just can't believe it for some reason.
"And yeah, I probably shouldn't have even told you, but I just thought of it myself and I have a bad habit of blurting things out when I'm tired or drunk."
He gritted his teeth almost falling as his uninjured leg cramped from the strain he'd been putting on it most of the day.
Kate caught him as he stumbled and turned them both around. �Hospital. Now,� she said in a tone that told him she was not going to accept any arguments. �You�ve done that ankle enough damage for one day. If you behave, I�ll bring you a couple of beers from the house.�
"Yes mommy," he replied with a slight smile. "Don't be offended, but you remind me of Omi-- back before he started to think I was pretty much a lost cause."
He thought about the offered bribe. "It's probably better if I don't drink anymore. It's causing too much trouble and well," he shrugged, "it won't kill me. Make me wish I was dead, yes, but kill me, no."
She was silent as she supported him towards the crisp, white building but before they reached it she stopped. "I won't say anything about what you said but I hope to God you're wrong. If your not, we've let a viper into our midst and that doesn't bear even thinking about."
"I want to be wrong, I really do," he admitted softly.
But there was a nagging suspicion that told him he'd hit the mark dead on: Brad was a veteran of RK and Yohji didn't think anyone could survive that warped sort of environment without gaining a few mental kinks.
* * * * * * *
Aya supposed he�d better follow Aki and Issei to the car. He had his own suspicions about Crawford and had not blamed Jas for his warning. It was a pity that Nagi and Farfarello were so attached to the man as he felt he could work with them.
Once the whole party were settled in the Limo it glided forward and turned, leaving the airstrip behind. A short drive brought them to a large, low house which screamed money.
He frowned slightly, not used to such luxury or lazing about with nothing to do. Then he remembered Kate mentioning a gym and relaxed. He could practice his katas at least.
Aki got out of the car and headed for the house. "I'll unlock the door since none of you know the combination."
He pressed a series of numbers on the keypad by the door and then went in, "We wish we would spend more time here, but Kei doesn't like to come here. He hates how people treat him here, like he's royalty or something, but I think it's fun."
Aya could see both the pros and cons of that situation. He could imagine himself becoming very tired of being treated like royalty but, at the same time, it would help to make one feel safe. Unless Crawford tried his tricks� and he couldn�t shield the whole damned island.
Crawford got out of the car and surveyed the house. He smiled. "Acceptable," he remarked then looked at Aya. "I promise I'm not going to attempt a coup," he told the swordsman as he stepped aside to let Schuldig get out.
Aya shrugged not prepared to let the American see how relieved he was by his words � if they could be believed. �As long as you keep your promise,� he said and moved away, following Aki into the house.
The little drummer seemed to be getting over his shock and grief and Issei�s eyes seemed less haunted now. He was happy that they were recovering but right now he just wanted time to himself, away from everyone else.
�Where is the gym?� he asked.
Aki turned and gave Aya, his new team mate, a warm smile. "It's at the back of the house but it's not really a gym. It's more of a dojo. You can see the pool, garden and our tea ceremony area from there."
He waved at everyone, and practically bounced into the house, as genki as Omi short on sleep and riding a sugar high. "Come on in. I guess I'll have to assign rooms. Of course all of DSS has their own room already, even you Issei. Kei was planning to bring you here as soon as we had a break."
He turned around, "And we've got enough space so everyone can have their own room too! The house has a downstairs too, Captain Gloom--" he giggled, "I mean Jas has his room down there."
Brad followed the young killer into the house and looked around. While the place was furnished in traditional Japanese style, it was also exquisitely decorated, complete with a tasteful ikebana arrangement just inside the door.
Ken came to an abrupt stop just inside the doorway. "Damn..." he murmured, wide eyed at the display of elegance. "Well I feel out of place."
Omi grinned at his lover. �That�s because you are, Ken-kun. You won�t be able to trail mud and the smell of wet trainers in here!�
"I guess not," Ken mumbled, not sure he wanted to live in a house where there were so many breakable things. Bouncing soccer balls around inside was something he could tell might just get him murdered brutally if he broke anything.
Aya turned to Aki. "I'd like to go to the dojo, please, if someone can tell me where my room is later."
Maybe his room would be better but, no, he wanted to lose himself in physical activity for a while, wanted the chance to stop thinking about what he was after so many years of denial.
"Sure A... ummm... Fujimiya-san," Aki said, taking note of the icy stare. "All of you make yourselves at home, I�ll be right back." He motioned to Aya, "Follow me."
Aya followed Aki towards the back of the house. Thinking that, if they were going to be team mates, he ought to at least try to be friendlier he said, �My name is Aya not Fujimiya-san.�
"I...." Aki glanced behind him at the all too beautiful man, "I know, but... I just can't bring myself to call you that." He laughed softly, "It took me almost two years before I could say Kei's first name without it feeling wrong."
Aya shrugged. He�d tried. If the explosives expert wanted to call him Fujimiya-san there was nothing much he could do about it.
A door was opened and he stepped into a spacious dojo. There were racks of weapons along the walls, both ancient and modern, Japanese and Western. Smiling to himself he looked around, not even noticing when Aki quietly left him to it.
He removed his coat and shoes and unsheathed the katana. A few deep breaths and he flowed into his katas.
Jas was bare-chested, and barefooted, stripped down to a loose fitting pair of black trousers as he entered the dojo with every intention of working out the emotional cocktail of sexual frustration and anger. But the sight of the red-haired man moving gracefully through a sword kata stopped him where he was.
Abyssinian was... nothing short of breath taking. Jas' mouth went dry as his cock stiffened.
Grey eyes focused on the other man, mind gone to a state of semi-mush he walked toward the former Weiss, heedless of the flashing blade of the katana, he drew his own blade and matched the red-head, evading the sweep of the deadly blade and attacking with his katana in a fast moving counter strike.
Aya�s brows rose at the challenge but he turned to meet it, his blade moving through the air like molten silver.
Jas gracefully moved out of the path of Aya's sword and drove the point of his katana for the other man in a strike fast as lightning.
Aya wasn�t there, though, having spun around to come around and behind Jas in a move as graceful as a dancer�s.
Jas dove forward, his katana flashing dangerously close to Aya as he rolled out of the way. He came to his feet a few steps from Abyssinian, just out of the katana's reach. There was a smug look on his face that said 'I could have had you just then.' It was by no means a traditional kendo move, but in combat it could prove to be the move that took out an opponent.
There was a flash of interest in Aya�s eyes. Silence was combining traditional moves with something entirely his own, or from some other system, and it intrigued him. He wondered if he knew how to use both swords.
But he didn�t ponder it now. Instead he tried some of his own more street moves, tricks he�d picked up in the years of killing men with guns.
Jas danced away, blocking a cut he wouldn't have evaded, and barely getting out of the way of a second one that would have gutted him had he been even a millisecond slower.
The blond was smiling, but the look was predatory, showing an eagerness for more of their fight. A fight that could get one of them injured or killed if they weren't careful.
"Well if you really want to know," Jas murmured then spun and ran, reaching one of the many weapon's racks and taking down a wakizashi before he moved away to let Aya pick up one of the shorter blades if he so chose.
�Your sister knows what I�m thinking?� Aya asked as he chose a wakizashi for himself.
He held the blades in a traditional stance, katana high and wakizashi low before moving in a blur of speed.
He whirled suddenly, bringing both blades into play, knocking Jas's wakizashi aside with his katana and bringing his own wakizashi into a position where he would have gutted the blond if they weren't sparring.
He could have used his own talents to read the blond's intentions had he wished but they were evenly matched and it was more fun this way.
Jas stepped closer, let the razor sharp blade of the wakizashi graze his belly. He was smiling, �Look down,� he told the red-head.
His own wakizashi was just short of touching the inside of Aya's thigh. �We'd both die but that's not what we want is it?� Jas asked as he looked away. �Kei's been teaching me for three years and he still beats me every time. Think about it.�
�He's that good then?" Aya asked. "I've only seen him with a gun so far. You�re very good,� Aya conceded. �You�ve got some moves I�ve not seen before and you�re fast so Kei must be a master of the art.� He dropped his guard and stepped away. �What do you want?�
�Something I can't have,� Jas replied softly as he turned and started to walk away. �I want you.�
Shock froze Aya into immobility for a second or two then he reacted and dived after the blond. Swords went clattering across the polished wood floor as he tackled Jas ending with the blond on his back and Aya straddling his hips.
�What makes you think you can�t have me?� he demanded.
Jas lay beneath the other assassin, eyes wide, stunned by what Aya had done. His cock was fully hard, throbbing with desire, his heart hammering in his chest.
Abyssinian had been plain about it at the airport. He hadn't wanted anything to do with Jas. But this... this situation was starting to confuse him. He'd never been very good at dealing with his own emotions and had, out of self preservation, squelched anything but the focus needed to do his job with DSS.
But things were different. This man had gotten through that cool indifference he'd built up, and he was at a loss over why, nor did he know how to express how he felt about the other man.
�You were pretty clear about it at the airport,� Jas said, somehow managing to keep his voice steady, though his body was betraying him badly. �Now get off of me!� he added a snarling, defiant note to his demand that fell flat in his own ears.
�And how would you have felt if we�d started something just before the others arrived?� Aya asked. �It was the wrong time and the wrong place, that�s all.�
He leaned forward and captured Jas� mouth with his own, finally letting his feelings have free rein.
Jas returned the kiss, desperate, his arms going around Aya's neck.
Jas was breathless from Aya's kisses, and he groaned as the red-haired man continued the full out assault on his body and senses.
He didn't know what to do, to say, how he should respond so he just lay there, moaning, letting the red-head do what he wanted, his hands touching and caressing until one finally found it's way to Aya's hair, the fingers gripping and holding.
Jas� moans were as music to Aya�s ears and he tried even harder to produce them, learning as he went just what the beautiful blond liked and what he didn�t.
Jas writhed under the teasing, gasping and shivering, his hips rocking from the need for something more: contact with his aching cock.
Aya pulled away, just long enough to divest himself of some of his clothing and push Jas� loose pants down far enough to expose his cock. It was as beautiful as the rest of him, long and not too thick, and formed a graceful arc as it curved towards his stomach.
Aya took hold of it, almost mesmerised by the sight.
�Gorgeous,� he murmured.
Jas groaned, his hips lifting off the floor. �Yesss...� he hissed out, body tense, voice rough with need.
Aya licked and sucked at his treat, his own body tightening in anticipation. Jas tasted delicious a mix of salt and sweet and an essence that was entirely Jas and wholly delectable. Completely enraptured Aya opened his mouth and deep-throated the blond's cock.
Jas cried out, voice harsh, tense. It felt so good, so incredible and Jas moaned with every motion of Aya's mouth. His whole awareness was quickly reduced to the sensation of that incredible mouth on his aching flesh.
"More... Aya... oh... please... please..." he gasped out.
Aya was only too happy to oblige, his throat muscles rippling as he sucked harder.
Jas' thought process stopped completely and he lay moaning as Aya did things to his body that gave him incredible pleasure. So much so that his balls pulled tight to his body as he reached the verge of orgasm.
Aya thought about pulling away but decided against it. If he and Jas were going to make this work at all it had to be based on equality and, eventually, trust. When the blond cried out and spurted into his mouth he swallowed eagerly, savouring the taste.
Jas lay there, gasping for breath, shaken by what he'd allowed the other man to do, dazed by the incredible feel of a release that hadn't happened in his sleep, that had come from someone else's touch when he'd never even allowed himself his own touch.
After a moment he sat up and started to pull his pants back up, unable to meet Aya's gaze.
Aya frowned. �Was it that bad or are you ashamed of coming with another man?�
A faint blush coloured Jas' cheeks. "I... lost control." His voice was a raw whisper and he turned away from Aya, though he hadn't gotten up from the floor. "I never do that but since I met you... I can't eat, I can't sleep..."
Realisation dawned in Aya�s head. That had been Jas� first experience of any kind of sex. It reminded him of a shy and nervous teenager who had been taken advantage of by Kikyou whilst Shion had lifted not one finger to help.
�You�re actually supposed to lose control,� he said, �although I agree it�s not always easy.� He sighed. �If it makes you feel better you�ve had exactly the same effect on me.�
"I'm not used to... feeling anything." At Aya's admission Jas glanced over his shoulder at the swordsman. "I... have?"
�Yes,� Aya said, �from the moment I first saw you at that station I�ve wanted you more than I�ve ever wanted anyone before.� And it was fairly obvious that the fact bothered him. �I keep wanting to kiss you, to touch you, to be with you, all against my better judgement. We�re killers and killers shouldn�t form attachments.�
"No, they shouldn't," Jas agreed. But no sooner had he said that than he reached out and touched Aya's cheek, needing to feel the satin of the man's skin. Worse he wanted to feel the other killer's lips on his, to crush him in a tight embrace and... what? Make love?
He pulled his hand back. "I... want you," he admitted softly. "But this... I can't see how it can work."
�Can�t you?� Aya asked voice equally soft. How was he to explain the mechanics of gay sex to a repressed virgin? He grimaced at the thought. �Er�well think about it.�
Jas gave him a blank look that quickly changed to one of deep thought. He nodded and reached down to touch Aya's crotch. "I've never done it before, but I'm willing to try... if... if that's what you want."
Aya gazed at the blond, stunned that such a proud and repressed man would place that amount of trust in him. "Are you sure?" he asked but the hand on his genitals was quickly driving away coherent thought. He did just manage to gasp out, "We'll need something to use as lube."
Jas frowned. "Lube?" His grey eyes searched the dojo. "In here?" Jas let go of the flesh in his hand and left Aya where he was to go open a small chest against the wall. "I'm not sure any of this will work. Maybe you should look."
Aya climbed off the floor and joined Jas at the chest. A bottle of massage oil caught his eye and he picked it up to take a closer look at the label. It would be oily and messy compared to water-based lube but it was the best they had. �This should be okay,� he said softly.
Jas eyed the other man. "So what now?" he questioned. He felt as if his stomach were full of feathers under which lay a big hunk of stone. He wasn't totally ignorant of sexual things-- growing up in America how could he be-- but the prospect left him both curious and terrified. And of those two things it was the fear that the blond killer found most disturbing.
�I think, for this time, I�d better do the fucking,� Aya said in his usual blunt way. �But, once you know what you�re doing, we can switch.� That wasn�t an offer he�d made lightly. The boy, Ran, had been dominated; Aya would find it hard to give up that much control.
Jas nodded, not sure what he was getting himself into or even if he wanted to let Aya have that much control of him. The other man had already exerted more control over him than he'd let anyone else other than Kei ever have.
"I'm not sure about this."
The reaction was disappointing but not unexpected. �I can understand that,� Aya said quietly, �I�m not sure about it either to be perfectly honest but I�m prepared to try if you are.�
"You've done this before. Does it feel as good as what you've already done to me?" Jas asked.
A faraway look came over Aya�s features as he remembered his long ago lovers. Neither of them had ever had the effect on him that the man in front of him had yet it had still felt incredibly good. Could he make Jas feel as good?
When he spoke his words surprised him. �Even if you keep something of yourself back it still feels incredibly good.�
The grey eyes regarded him for a moment. "Show me."
Aya moved closer to the blond and wrapped him in his arms. He kissed him more tenderly than he had before as he slowly lowered them both to the floor.
Jas turned the embrace into a mutual one and returned the kiss a bit more aggressively; his cock already firmly erect and eager for more of what Aya could show him.
For a fleeting moment Aya wondered if he should let the blond take the lead but decided against it when he remembered that for all the passion and aggression Jas was still a virgin.
Pulling away he stripped off the loose pants Jas was wearing before stripping off his own, his cock just as hard as the other man�s.
Jas groaned at the feel of the cool air on his burning hot cock. He reached for Aya's hand intent on having the man hold his erection, wanting more of the pleasure he'd felt from the red-head's expert touch.
Aya was only too happy to oblige, wanting Jas to enjoy his first experience a lot more than he had. To this end he was prepared to take things slowly and steadily, putting his own desire on hold till the blond was ready to take things a stage further.
Eager lips covered Aya's in a kiss that lacked much finesse, but made up for it in enthusiasm and a hand curved at the back of Aya's neck, keeping him from
ending the kiss until Jas was ready. The blond moaned into Aya's mouth at the feel of the swordsman's grip on his cock.
Aya took the opportunity to taste the inside of Jas�s mouth with his tongue. It was just as sweet as he remembered, like fruit drizzled with wild honey. There wasn�t any part of the blond that didn�t taste good to him, better than anyone else, even Yohji.
Jas pulled Aya to him, holding tight, his own tongue exploring the inside of the swordsman�s mouth. He reached down and wrapped his hand around the hard
length of Aya's cock, stroking it slowly the way his own erection was being stroked.
It was Aya�s turn to gasp. The blond was a natural it seemed and the thought made him smile. He need have no fear that Jas would be clumsy when it came to his turn.
What Aya was doing felt good. Really good. And he was determined to make sure the red-haired man enjoyed what they were doing enough to want more because he
wasn't about to let something so pleasurable stop.
Not a chance.
He broke the kiss and regarded the other killer. He got a good grip on Aya's hair, stared the man in the eyes and stated in a very soft voice, "You're mine now."
Then he kissed Aya passionately while the hand on Aya's cock sped up, urging him to release.
Aya returned the favour, his own hand speeding up. Jas� words had had a profound effect on him and he was determined that Jas would be as much his as he was Jas�.
When Jas broke the kiss to gasp he whispered close to the blond�s ear, �and you�re mine.�
There was a glitter in Jas' eyes. "Really? Then prove it."
Aya let go of Jas� erection and pulled gently away from his hold. He reached for the massage oil and liberally coated his fingers before moving down the blond�s body again to take the head of his weeping cock into his mouth.
Jas groaned and thrust gently into the warmth of Aya's mouth, eyes closed in pleasure.
Slowly and gently he inserted one of his oiled fingers into Jas' fine ass, keeping a slight suction on his cock to distract him from any possible pain.
At the odd feel of the finger Jas' eyes flew open and he rose up on his elbows to see the red-head with his mouth wrapped around Jas' cock. It was such a powerfully erotic sight that Jas forgot all about the finger inside him.
"You're so.... beautiful," Jas murmured as he reached out to stroke Aya's cheek, and run his fingers through the fall of the deep red hair.
Aya raised his eyes to stare at Jas, who was the most glorious thing Aya had ever seen, and raised a brow. He let go of Jas�s cock for long enough to say, �I�m not beautiful,� before adding a second finger.
Jas wiggled, not sure about the business with the fingers in his ass. It felt... well it felt weird and slightly annoying. "Yes you are and don't argue with me. Only Kei gets to do that."
The other brow shot up and Aya gave Jas a look as if to say, oh really? He shook his head and took Jas� cock back into his mouth as he stretched and prepared the other man. A third finger was inserted and finally he found what he was looking for. As Jas moaned he moved away from his cock once more. �I don�t argue,� he said, �I prefer actions to words.�
"Then stop talking," Jas told him breathlessly as the fingers found something inside him again that sent another flash of intense pleasure through him. "I want to know what you're going to do next."
�So impatient�� Aya murmured as he removed his fingers and slicked his cock with the oil. �What do you think I�m going to do?� And he was going to have to do it soon. The very thought of being buried deep in the other man was enough to make his cock twitch in anticipation.
Jas looked at what Aya was doing; saw the way his cock twitched as he stroked himself. It was such an erotic sight that he couldn't take his eyes away. "At a guess I'd say you're going to put your cock up my ass."
�Well, yes, but not quite that crudely.� Aya moved back up Jas� body and kissed him again before lifting his legs and resting them against his shoulders. �You ready?�
"That all depends. Is it going to hurt or feel good?" Jas replied, his expression gone hard and almost angry but it was the way he hid any traces of uncertainty.
Aya gazed down at him. �I won�t lie to you. It might well hurt a bit at first. But I promise it will feel good afterwards.�
Jas grunted an acknowledgement, nodded and tried to relax. Pain wasn't anything new, and he doubted it would even approach the pain he'd felt as a boy the day his sister died in his arms.
Aya pressed against his tight hole trying to be as gentle as he could be. There was resistance at first as Jas� muscles spasmed reflexively at the intrusion but then he was in and slowly pushed forward. He had to do it slowly as the feel of the heat surrounding him could easily push him over the edge too soon.
Jas gritted his teeth, but stopped himself and drew a slow, cleansing breath in the hope that what worked for other pain would get him through this. It was more uncomfortable and, well, disconcerting, than really painful, but he felt the slight flash of that pleasurable sensation as Aya's cock went deeper.
Aya stopped when he�d buried himself fully in Jas� delectable ass. Then, just as slowly he pulled out only to thrust back in again, even deeper this time as Jas relaxed. He took up a slow and steady rhythm gritting his teeth against the desire to pound into the blond and claim him completely. He had to get used to it first. A slight adjustment in angle drew a gasp of pleasure from his lover and he smiled. Got it!
Jas closed his eyes and groaned as every thrust of Aya's cock hit that place inside him that sent fire through his body. "Oh God...." he cried out as that heat grew. He reached out and tried to get Aya to kiss him, wanting more of the man who was fucking him.
Aya was only too happy to oblige him with a kiss. He picked up speed a little and began thrusting in earnest realising that, for all his inexperience, nobody but Jas would ever be enough again.
The blond moaned, body rocking with the swordsman's movements. The pleasure was... incredible, the feel of the cock driving into his body even better than the feel of the man's hand.
"Oh... gods... this is.... unbelievable!" he cried out. He just knew at any moment that moment where the pleasure reached it's culmination would wash over him. But instead it kept building, taking him higher.
Aya gasped trying to keep control but it was getting harder with every passing second, with every thrust into that luscious body.
Jas grabbed one of Aya's hands and tried to guide it to his cock. It needed to be touched, and he wanted Aya to do the touching. "More damn it. I want....to... ah gods.... so close."
Aya smirked and let Jas guide his hand to where he wanted it. He gripped the silken length and pumped in time to his thrusts which were becoming almost frantic. The blond was just so damned sexy and that, together with his reactions, was making the redhead close to losing control.
Strong fingers gripped Aya's shoulders as Jas felt his world turn inside out, his whole body convulsing as the pleasure turned to a moment of reality blurring ecstasy so intense his vision blanked out.
"Aya.... Aya..." Jas moaned as he came, semen spattering the hand wrapped tightly around his shaft.
Aya groaned in reply, his world narrowed down to the beautiful man under him. His orgasm was explosive, leaving him gasping and exhausted and complete. It was as if Jas, with all his rough edges and unfriendly personality, was the missing piece of his life that he'd been subconsciously searching for.
Jas was still breathing hard when he pushed Aya off of him and rolled on top of the swordsman. Hard grey eyes met violet, "Next time I fuck you."
Lips crushed to Aya's mouth, a tongue drove between his teeth, taking without asking, claiming what the blond killer wanted with no hesitation.
Too stunned to even put up a token resistance, Aya opened his mouth in surrender to the blond's demands his shaking arms rising to pull Jas even closer.
The kiss was almost brutal in its ferocity, Jas' teeth taking hold of Aya's lip and drawing a taste of blood, his grip on the swordsman strong enough to make Aya's ribs creak.
He broke the kiss when he was out of breath and stared into the man's eyes looking for any sign of regret or anger. When he didn't see either emotion there he lowered his head and started to kiss Aya's face. "You're mine now and I'll kill anyone that touches you, I don't care who the hell it is."
Aya actually smiled at the harsh words that had gone straight to his groin and got him half hard again and held Jas even tighter. "The same goes for you," he replied softly. "And yes, next time you can fuck me. That's a promise."
A little frisson of anticipation tinged with some fear ran through him at the thought.
Jas let Aya go, pulled on his pants and got to his feet. "My room. Now!" he ordered as he gazed down at the red-haired man, eyes bright with renewed lust.
Aya shook his head. "No," he said. "I might take orders from Kei, I won't from you. Much as I'd like to go to your room, I'm not moving until I get a please at least."
Jas leaned down and pressed his mouth to Aya's. "Please come to my room so I can fuck you," Jas murmured gently against the man's lips. "Or you can fuck me until my brain melts out of my ears, your choice."
�I promised you that next time was your turn and I meant it.� He smiled up at Jas. �So you�d better show me the way to your room.� He reached for his pants, hauled them on and picked up the rest of his clothes and his katana. �Ready when you are.�
Jas took Aya's hand and led him to the wall where the weapon's rack stood. He touched what looked to be no more than the head of a nail and the rack slid aside to reveal a short corridor and a set of stairs going down.
The blond led the way down the stairs and shoved open a door at the bottom.
A dim light came on, barely enough illumination to show they'd entered a room furnished in Japanese style. A very bare room that contained a bed and little else until one noticed the walls that were lined with all manner of things that had but one purpose: to kill.
Aya gazed around with some interest. �Have you always had such a strong love of death or is it learned behaviour? For myself my katana is just a tool. Something used to get the job done. Possibly why I�m not a master swordsman.�
Jas glanced at the swordsman and shrugged. "You do well enough," he replied as he led the man to his bed. "And this stuff is mostly Kei's. He knows how to use all this stuff. I keep it down here with me because I'm responsible for all our weaponry."
�A full time job by the looks of things.� Aya dropped his things by the side of the bed and stripped off his pants. He was hard again in anticipation.
"It can take some time," the blond agreed as he tossed the bottle of massage oil onto the bed and stripped off his pants. He folded them neatly and lay them on a low table at one side of the bed.
He was just as hard and ready as Aya. He crossed the small space between them and put his arms around the slender red-head, pulling him close, their cocks touched as he kissed Aya and Jas shivered at the contact.
Aya�s cock twitched at the feel of the blond�s pressed against it and he reached down and held them both in his hand rubbing them together gently.
Jas made a pleased sound deep in his throat and wrapped his hand around Aya's, eyes half closed from the pleasure. He swept a thumb over the head of Aya's cock and continued to kiss the other man, enjoying what they were doing.
He'd never dreamed there were so many wonderful ways to pleasure someone, and he wanted to explore every one of them the red-haired man knew about.
Aya moaned into the kiss at the touch of Jas� thumb across the head of his cock. This was what he wanted and had known it since first setting eyes on the blond. Something about Jas turned him on as no other ever had or ever would. He wondered what it would be like to be fucked by the other killer and shivered at the thought.
"I've never wanted anyone until I saw you." He lay Aya down on his futon, looking at the contrast of pale skin against the black cover over his bed. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen. And I want you."
He kissed Aya. "Teach me how to pleasure you. Teach me about love."
�You too?� Aya asked when he could. �Oh I admit that I�ve wanted others but never as powerfully as I wanted you, still want you, will always want you I think. As for giving me pleasure, just do whatever comes naturally.�
"I'll try," Jas said. "But none of this is exactly natural for me to be honest."
He was quiet for a few seconds then he said, "I don't think I know what love is anymore."
"Then maybe I can teach that to you, Aya," Jas murmured as he started to kiss his way down Aya's body, his hands caressing the man's soft skin.
Aya arched into the gentle and sensual touches whimpering softly at the pleasure. �It might be new to you,� he whispered, �but you don�t need to be taught anything. You�re a natural, Jas.�
And, if he dared, someone he could very easily love.
"We'll see," Jas replied as he kissed his way lower, all the way down one of Aya's legs, slowly back up the other until he reached the red-head's weeping cock. He licked his lips and took it in, going down the full length until his nose touched the tangle of dark red curls.
The taste was... incredible. The slight muskiness sent a pulse of heat, of lust through him and he raised his head, sucking on the flesh in his mouth, savouring his first taste of cock.
Jas wasn�t to know that this was a first for Aya too. He�d done it often enough but neither Kikyou nor Yuushi ever returned the favour. Kikyou because it was beneath him to do such a thing to someone who was little more than a pet, Yuushi because he said he didn�t like the taste. Botan had been different but they�d had too little time to have more than a quickie and then he�d got the man killed.
He cried out and his memories dissipated like so much dust. The wet warmth surrounding him was as good as the clenching heat of Jas� body and he arched before bucking his hips, trying to get more of such an incredible feeling.
�Oh gods� Jas!�
He let Aya's reactions guide him, doing the things that got the most intense responses. He rolled his tongue over the head of Aya's cock, feeling the flesh
in his mouth pulsing, twitching.
Jas wasn't sure if he'd have the chance to fuck Aya if the other man came, but he found he didn't want to stop what he was doing either until Aya had surrendered to what he was doing and came.
Gripping Aya's hips he held the red-haired man still, his mouth working on the length of flesh in his mouth with the same intense focus he'd use on a mission.
And he intended to complete the mission, his mouth wrapped around Aya's cock, tongue working over the sensitive flesh, lapping at the slit, tasting the fluid seeping out and relishing the flavour.
Aya�s breath came in short, shuddering gasps as he gave in to the pleasure, let Jas take control of his body. The gasps changed and became little whimpers and moans as the pleasure built up.
�Jas� please� going to� coming�� And then everything seemed to stop and go silent within him and all he could see was a blizzard of whiteness. With a lost, hurt little cry of completion he came.
Jas swallowed down every drop eagerly, loving the taste wanting more of it. When Aya's cock went totally limp he lay down beside his lover and pulled him close. He wanted to kiss Aya but wasn't sure how the other man would react to the taste of his own come.
He touched Aya's lips with his in a gentle kiss and waited to see what his lover would do.
An arm that was still shaking slightly went round his neck and pulled him closer still. Aya�s mouth fell open in welcome and his tongue nipped out to meet Jas� tongue in a gentle dance.
A soft sound of appreciation came from low in Aya�s throat as he deepened the kiss even further.
Jas put his arms around Aya and rolled the red-head on top of him, enjoying the weight of the slender swordsman as they kissed.
This felt so good, and so right to Jas that he had already stopped thinking about ending their relationship. On the contrary, he wanted to keep the former Weiss in his bed, as his lover, permanently.
He broke the kiss to regard Aya. "Mine," he murmured then went back to kissing the man in his arms.
Yes, Aya thought, yours. And you�re mine. I won�t let this go. I�ve let so much go but not this.
Then coherent thought disappeared as he felt his desire for the other man grow once again.
Jas reached for what he wanted, Aya's cock. He closed his hand around it and gently started to encourage it to hardness. His own cock was hard and aching with the need for pleasure.
He thought about sinking it into Aya's body and murmured, "I want you."
Aya responded quickly, his cock springing back up eagerly. �Then take what you want,� he whispered as a thrill of pure lust ran through his body, leaving him gasping.
"Show me what to do, Aya," Jas told him as he reached for the bottle of massage oil he'd brought from the dojo.
�Pretty much what I did to you,� Aya said. �Use your fingers to stretch me then cover your cock in that stuff. I think you know the rest.� He smiled down at the blond before rolling off him. �Do you want me as you were or on all fours?�
"I honestly don't know. Which will feel better for you?" he asked as he covered his fingers in the oil.
"I don't want to do anything that will hurt you, but I have no idea what might or might not hurt so, you're going to have to tell me what to do.�
�You won�t hurt me. From your point of view all fours might be easier to manage until you�re more experienced. Either way will feel good, I�m sure.�
"All right," Jas agreed, then pressed an impassioned kiss to Aya's mouth, savouring the taste of his lover.
Aya shut his eyes, giving himself over to sensation, the kiss burning into him like a brand.
The blond broke the kiss, grey eyes hot with desire. He turned Aya around and urged him to his knees. "You've got a nice ass," he stated a he ran a hand over the pale skin.
�Thanks,� Aya muttered, feeling himself blush furiously. It was a strange feeling this wanting to be attractive in someone else�s eyes. One that left him feeling like a kid with a crush.
Curious, Jas leaned down and licked Aya's butt to see what the man would do.
Aya squirmed and made a cute little growling noise deep in his throat. Then he gasped out loud.
Jas parted Aya's ass cheeks and looked at the tight ring of muscle he would be putting his cock inside of. He touched it with his tongue gently, then added a little more pressure.
Aya�s orchid eyes widened at the feel of Jas� tongue against him and he gasped as it slipped just inside. �Oh� gods��
Encouraged by the sound of Aya's cry Jas thrust harder with his tongue. He quickly realized that wasn't going to be enough and pushed an oiled finger inside, moving it in and out.
Aya pushed back attempting to impale himself on Jas� finger. �Feels good,� he gasped out voice harsh with desire.
Jas added a second finger and felt Aya's tightness close around. He thrust inward, wondering exactly how to make Aya feel as good as Aya had made him feel.
A very loud gasp from Aya told him that he was close to succeeding. An added, oh yeah, right there let him know when he�d found the pleasure spot.
Jas moved his finger to get a good idea of the right place before he pulled his fingers free and moved into place. He was trembling at the thought of what he was about to do, but it was from anticipation not any sense of fear.
He stroked his hands over Aya's back, along his sides down his hips, loving the silken skin and hard muscle. He'd known he was gay since he was in his early teens, but he'd never even considered what it would be like to claim a lover and here he was about to fuck the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.
"I want you," he told Aya. "Can I have what I want?"
�I think you already have me,� Aya said softly. �Do whatever you want with me.�
"I want to fuck you," Jas told him. "Is that what you want too?" he asked as pressed the head of his cock to Aya's waiting butt.
Aya nodded. �Yes,� he whispered. �Please.�
Jas let out the breath he'd been holding, and pushed himself slowly into Aya, a hand reaching down to grip Aya's cock and stroke it slowly. He shuddered as the warmth of Aya's body closed around him. It felt so good. Incredible.
"Ahh... hell... this is good... so good..." he groaned as he slid deeper.
Aya whimpered softly but not in any pain. He�d never thought he�d want to give himself again, had been convinced that he would want to do the fucking and thus stay in control unable to trust anyone enough to do otherwise. But he instinctively trusted Jas. Trusted him enough to hand him total control of his body.
Jas just knelt there with his cock to the hilt in Aya's ass. He kept stroking Aya, but he didn't move, relishing the heat around his cock, the way the muscles of Aya's ass gripped him.
When he finally did move it was a slow outward stroke, followed by a pause and then an equally slow inward thrust that drew a pleasured moan from the blond killer.
Aya groaned in ecstasy as his sweet spot was rubbed unerringly by Jas� cock with each torturously slow stroke.
Jas closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure, the way it felt to be inside Aya. His hand kept pace to his gentle thrusts.
"Is this all right?" he asked.
�More than all right,� Aya managed before he groaned again lost in the sweet bliss this most unexpected of lovers was giving him.
Jas smiled. Pleased that he was able to give the other man the pleasure he'd already experienced.
It was feeling very good, but his body was demanding he move faster, go harder. He fought for control, struggled not to rush things, but his body's cravings were hard to ignore.
He let a bit of the control he was exerting slip and increased the pace marginally, groaning at the increased sensation.
�Oh� yes�yes,� Aya gasped out as Jas increased his pace slightly. �So� good��
Jas held off of speeding up until he couldn't stand it anymore. He picked up the pace again, his thumb sweeping across the cock in his fist, adding more pleasure for the swordsman, wanting to make their first time together memorable for them both.
He already knew he'd never forget it.
"Tell me what you want," he growled out. "Tell me what I should do, Aya."
�You�re doing fine.� Aya groaned before adding, �Go harder and faster now.�
He was so close so very close and he knew that when he did go over the edge it would be into free fall. Strangely the thought didn�t bother him in the least.
Jas complied, his hips going faster, driving his cock into Aya, his hand matching the pace.
"Oh... gods...." Jas groaned as the pleasure built rapidly toward the same intense bliss he'd felt when Aya had fucked him in the dojo, though he did find that he missed the internal stroking of Aya's cock inside him. IT was a missing element he'd enjoyed but that was something he understood he was giving to the other man, so it was only right.
Next time, well Aya could fuck him. He smiled at the thought.
Then all effort to think ended as the pleasure spilled over into climax and he thrust roughly into Aya, instinct taking over.
Aya�s breath was coming in rapid pants by this time as he rocked against Jas wanting him deeper, stronger and then he was getting exactly what he wanted and it was almost earth shattering in its intensity.
He cried out, unable to hold on any longer and spurted out his pleasure over Jas� hand and the bed.
Jas just stayed where he was, breathing just a little harder than he would be if he'd been working out strenuously. His heart was racing, body shaking from the intensity of the pleasure he'd just felt.
When his cock was soft he pulled free of Aya and rolled the man over. He smiled, licked his fingers and then wiped up the come off his bedspread with his fingers, licking that clean too.
"Waste not, want not," he murmured before lying down beside Aya and pulling him close, trying to urge Aya to lay his head on his shoulder.
"Any time you want more of this, just tell me. I'll be happy to let you fuck me, or to fuck you whenever you want."
Aya took the offer of the shoulder willingly enough. As Jas spoke he smiled to himself glad that the suggestion worked both ways, glad that either would suit him equally well. He draped an arm across Jas and closed his eyes.
�Likewise,� he murmured contentedly.