Ken shoved the door to Brad's bedroom open.
Aya glared at him from the other side of the bed. “What the fuck do you want, Hidaka?” He was wearing his briefs again and there was the slight discolouration of old bruising on his face and body.
Brad was just getting ready to slip into bed, but when Ken had walked in he'd been standing there in his fully naked glory, cock half erect.
Ken stared, he couldn't help it. Brad was... Colour rose to the ex-goalie's cheeks and he turned his head which made Crawford chuckle.
He smirked at Aya, "Better get him a washcloth. I think he's getting a nosebleed."
"If it wouldn't virtually amount to incest, I'd invite you and Nagi to come play, Hidaka. But I'm sure you can understand my reluctance."
There was a slight choking noise from Nagi who’d had the sense to stay out of Crawford’s bedroom. Meanwhile Schuldig had collapsed, sliding down a wall and laughing his head off.
"I umm... heard someone yelling and I... I'll just be going now," Ken stammered as he tried not to think about the size of the American's cock or the fact that Aya was in the room in nothing but his underwear.
“Good,” was all Aya had to say on the subject of Ken’s departure. “Shut the damned door after you.”
Schuldig couldn’t help himself. He howled with laughter.
Ken scurried out of the room, closing the door behind him. His face was redder than Aya's hair as he said, "Aya and... Crawford?"
By this time Schuldig was punching the floor in his glee. Or he was until he got a telekinetic slap from Nagi who was also angry enough to do the same to Ken. “How would you feel if someone barged in on us? Schu, shut up!”
Ken stared at Nagi, frowned then stalked away from all of them, anger plain to read on his face. But he wasn't mad at Nagi, or even at Schuldig.
No, his fury was for Aya who'd just deserted the man he claimed he loved not a full day after that same man had nearly died trying to protect his sister.
Nagi sighed, looking from Schuldig to Farfarello and back again in the hope that one of them could help him deal with his obviously angry boyfriend. Ken had put up with enough in his short life and he didn’t want him upset by this.
The brunet showed no signs of slowing down as he headed for the front door, despite the fact he was only in a pair of sweat pants himself.
Farfarello shook his head at Nagi, "Let him go."
For someone that had undergone a psychotic break not so long ago, Farfarello was surprisingly lucid once more.
"It's not like he's going to go murder a priest," the Irishman added with a faint smirk.
Schuldig had stopped laughing by now and was staring into the distance. “He’s upset for Yohji,” he said. Then his mind moved on and his brows rose in surprise. “Who’s tucked up in bed with Kai. Talk about change partners!” He grinned up at Nagi who simply glared back at him before stomping back up the stairs to his bedroom.
Schuldig glanced round and spotted Zeshin curled up on the couch. “Sheesh! He actually stayed here to wait.”
"Of course he did," Farfarello said. "What else can he do but wait for his master?"
He walked over to the boy and looked down at him, crouching to get a good look at the boy who was, genetically, partly his flesh and blood.
Golden eyes opened to regard him as coolly as any stare Crawford had ever given him and Farfarello backed off, "Pretty," he remarked as he walked over to Schuldig and put an arm around his lover.
*Sleep or fuck?* he questioned silently.
*Oh, fuck, baby, definitely fuck.* Schuldig might not admit it but the glimpse he had caught of Aya and Crawford had been a distinct turn on.
* * * * * * *
Aya had reached the limit of his endurance with Ken barging in like that and he only waited for the house to quieten down again before leaving Crawford’s room and returning to the one he shared with Yohji.
He shut the door quietly and turned to find Zeshin still on the couch.
“What are you doing there?” he asked.
The boy walked over to Aya, silent as a ghost and dropped to his knees at the older man’s feet, head bowed.
Aya ran his hands through the silver hair before reaching down to raise him to his feet. “Go to bed,” he said not unkindly, “we’ll talk in the morning.”
Zeshin just stood there, head still bowed. “Aya-san, do you... like me?’ he asked softly.
Aya knew Zeshin well enough to know that he never asked anything without a good reason so he thought hard about his answer. He remembered how the cat boy had guarded his sister, looking after her from the flight to Singapore to earlier today, or yesterday, whichever it was, when he had taken a bullet in the shoulder for her sake.
“I like you a lot, Zen,” he said, “and I haven’t been very fair in my treatment of you.” He sighed softly. His time with Crawford had left him tired. “If you’re asking if I love you, then the answer is no. I trust you and like you but everything else between us has to stop. I’m sorry.”
The boy’s amber eyes regarded him, no emotion visible in either his gaze or on his face.
“Aya-san, I don’t... love you either. I respect you, but...” he hesitated, wondering if he dared say what was on his mind. Finally he blurted it out, “Aya-san it’s your sister I love. I’ve loved her since I first met her. And I’d do anything for her. Anything.”
Aya’s eyes widened in shock but he didn’t explode. Zeshin’s care of her made perfect sense now and if it was a choice between the boy in front of him and Cole Randall, he knew which one he trusted his sister with the most.
“Have you said anything to her about your feelings?” he asked.
The boy hung his head, “No Aya-san. I belong to you, and I wouldn’t presume to think she might be interested in... an animal.”
“Zen, you’re as much a human as an animal and besides, none of us is exactly human including my sister. And, as you do belong to me, I know you’ll never hurt her.” He was silent for a moment. “You know that Cole Randall is sniffing round her, don’t you?”
The boy’s head lifted, his golden eyes narrowed, Zeshin nodding in acknowledgement, “Hai. I know. And... I don’t like it.” There was a hard edge to the boy’s naturally soft voice. “Ken doesn’t like it. He doesn’t trust Cole, and neither do I.”
“Nor do I when it comes to Aya-chan.” He gazed into those golden eyes, so like Farfarello’s, for long moments. “You, however, I do trust. I just hope she can see sense though somehow I doubt it.”
The boy nodded. “I won’t let anything happen to her, Aya-san. I swear I won’t.”
Aya smiled at him then and ruffled his hair. “I know you won’t. You’ve proved it often enough. Now get some sleep. Farfarello’s going to teach you some of his fighting skills so you’re going to need all your strength and speed.”
Zeshin gave Aya a shy smile, “Thank you, Aya-san.” He bowed respectfully and bounded up the stairs to his room, taking them three at a time as easily as any of the others would have taken two.
Aya watched him go, a slight smile on his own face. That should work well as long as the all-seeing Oz doesn’t see a reason to put a stop to it.
He followed the boy up the stairs at a more sedate pace, wondering if Yohji was still asleep. He found their bedroom door wide open and Yohji nowhere to be seen. He frowned, wondering where the blonde could have gone. He hadn’t come downstairs with the rest so where was he?
Then it struck him. Yohji had probably seen how upset Kai had been and was probably trying to comfort the boy. He crossed the landing to Kai’s room, knocked on the door and stuck his head round it.
What he saw made his fists clench in jealous rage until common sense asserted itself and he thought about his own actions of the past few hours. However, he still stalked across the room and pulled the covers off the sleeping pair.
“What the fuck!” Yohji snarled, coming up out of a deep sleep where he’d been back at the Koneko.
But it wasn’t the Koneko, wasn’t his bed or bedroom there.
But there was a classically pissed off red-head glaring at him. Some things never changed.
Then it dawned on him where he was. Kai’s room, with Kai in the bed beside him and last night came flooding back.
“Where in the hell were you all night?” he snarled. “No, don’t tell me, let me guess, you were fucking with Crawford, right?”
Kai jerked awake and immediately wished that he hadn’t. Yohji was yelling and Aya looked ready to murder him. He cringed back and stayed very quiet.
“I haven’t been gone more than a few minutes,” Aya said coldly, “but it was obviously long enough for you to crawl in here!” The fucking Crawford he ignored, attack being the best form of defence. “If you must know, I was talking to Zeshin.”
Yohji blinked, “I... what time is it? I thought it was morning.”
“It’s about ten minutes to midnight. Now would you care to explain what you’re doing in here?”
“What did it look like I was doing when you walked in Aya? I was sleeping. In bed with the healer. You know, the guy that kept me from dying.”
Yohji fumbled for a match, struck it and lit the oil lamp by the bed before adding, “And the reason I came in here was because I wanted a shoulder to cry on, and yours wasn’t available.”
“What the hell did you need a shoulder to cry on for? And I was only gone ten or fifteen minutes!”
Yohji got out of Kai’s bed, “This isn’t the place for us to have an argument.” He looked at Kai, “We’ll talk later.”
He passed Aya as he headed out, taking the red-head’s hand in his. “Let’s take a walk.”
Kai nodded nervously, still eyeing the infuriated Aya who glared stonily back at him before following Yohji out of the room.
“What did you mean, we’ll talk later,” he demanded as soon as Yohji had shut Kai’s door. “Stay away from him.”
Yohji spun around, jade eyes full of rage, “Who in hell do you think you are to tell me I can’t talk to another team mate!” He rammed his fingertip into Aya’s chest, “You can fuck Zeshin with impunity and fucking trade spit with Crawford all over the fucking house, and don’t bother denying it, I’ve seen you kissing him!”
Aya grabbed Yohji’s wrist and bent it back away from his chest. “Stop fucking poking me! And I’m not denying anything! And what the fuck did you have to cry about?”
“YOU! I was crying about YOU, you fucking BASTARD!” Yohji shouted as he tried to free his wrist from Aya’s painful grip.
Suddenly all the fight went out of Aya and he let go of Yohji’s wrist. “Why were you crying about me?” he asked. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Aren’t you?” Yohji countered. “Tell me you aren’t interested in Crawford. Tell me I’m not smelling his cologne on you, and that I’m imagining the fact that you reek of sex. Tell me you got those bruises falling off a horse and not playing Abyssinian gets fucked by Oracle.”
Yohji turned away from him, “Tell me you love me, tell me you hate me, but don’t ever lie to me Aya.”
“I… Crawford gives me something I need, Yohji. Something that neither you nor Zeshin can provide. I’m not proud of that fact and wish it weren’t so.”
He stared at the floor for long moments, fighting to find the words that never did come easily to him. “Zeshin told me tonight that he’s in love with my sister so that’s over. He never was your rival, Yohji. I just… used him.”
He glanced up then. “I used him and I’ll use Crawford because I can’t and won’t use you like that.”
“No, no you won’t will you? In fact you won’t fuck me anymore.” Yohji’s voice choked, and he backed a couple of steps away from Aya, “I love you Aya, I really do but... I can’t live like this. You so much as think I’m looking at someone else and you fly into a jealous rage, but you…, you just fuck whomever you want. I...” he shook his head, “I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t.”
Aya lifted a hand to his head which was aching abominably. He dimly supposed that he’d pushed his talent when he’d transported Crawford and himself into the future. “I know,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, Yohji, I really am.”
“So am I, Aya. More than you’ll ever know.”
He frowned slightly as Crawford’s words came back to bite him. Something about Yohji’s first mission for Kritiker. It was probably the wrong time to ask but he found he had to know. “What happened on your first mission for Kritiker?"
Yohji’s head came up as if he’d been slapped, “Nothing. Okay. Nothing at all,” he turned and stalked into their bedroom, intending to get dressed and head out to one of the saloons. Or maybe a brothel where he could have sex without any emotional baggage.
Aya followed him in, shut the door and leant on it. He shrugged and crossed his arms. “If it was nothing then why not tell me about it?”
“Because I don’t feel like talking to you.” He pulled a shirt out of a drawer, one of a dark green that set off his eyes. “In fact, I’m not sure I’m going to be speaking to you much anymore at all.”
“I see. Is that why you’ve been so busily throwing yourself at Schuldig or Kai or anyone else that will have you? So you don’t have to talk to me? You fucking hypocrite!”
Yohji spun around, grabbed Aya by the shoulders and shook him with every ounce of strength he had, “No, you bastard, I wanted you to see how it fucking feels! I wanted you to know how I feel every time you go off to fuck Zeshin, every time you fucking kiss Crawford! And I did NOT throw myself at Kai. He was upset and I missed you and wanted you and you weren’t FUCKING THERE! I didn’t do anything with him but talk!
“Can you fucking say that about Crawford? Can you?”
Aya closed his eyes and let Yohji shake him. He deserved it. He’d betrayed this man just as surely as Takatori had betrayed Ken and Zeshin.
“Not any more,” he said honestly when Yohji finally let go of him. “It doesn’t mean anything but you don’t want to know why I did it. Even now, Yohji, we share so little. I can kill for you but we never have talked. Not really. You don’t know why I couldn’t be monogamous with you and I don’t know what happened on your first mission. Yet that’s how you want to leave it.”
Yohji sank down on the bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. “You go first,” he said, voice totally devoid of anything.
“Okay. You told me earlier that you weren’t afraid anymore, so that should give you some clue as to what I need from Crawford.
“Pain, Yohji, both inflicting it and having it inflicted on me. I don’t even know why I need it, unless its some warped way of punishing myself for what I’ve done. Though that’s probably an excuse and it’s always been there. I’d just never had the opportunity to discover that side of myself until I saw Zeshin handcuffed to that bed back in Tokyo.”
For a few breaths Yohji said nothing, then he stood and backhanded Aya hard enough to knock the other man to the floor.
“Like that? Is that what you want Aya?” he questioned, gaze reminding Aya of the blonde’s mission focus, all business.
Aya’s tongue snaked out of his mouth to taste the blood on his split lip. He nodded, eyes feverish, staring at the floor.
“Come here,” Yohji snarled at him, snapping his fingers and pointing to a spot on the floor at his feet.
And proud, stubborn Aya crawled across the floor to kneel at his feet, eyes still downcast.
A strong hand reached down, closed in Aya’s hair, wrenched his head back, “You belong to me, Aya. Not Crawford, not Zeshin. Me! Kudoh Yohji! And if it takes beating you, fucking you, or chaining you to my bed, I’m going to do it!”
He bodily picked Aya up and threw him onto the bed. “On your knees for your master, Fujimiya!” he snarled, pulling his sweat pants off and tossing them aside. His cock was rigid, hard as stone.
Aya picked himself up and knelt in the middle of the bed, still silent and as obedient as Zeshin.
“Who do you belong to, Aya?” Yohji asked as he got onto the bed.
And he was perfectly honest when he said, “You, Yohji, always.” It was true. Crawford and Zeshin had been able to scratch his itch but he didn’t love them the way he loved Yohji.
Yohji pulled Aya into his arms and held him, kissing his bruised face. “I love you Aya. I really do.” He sighed, lay down with the man still in his embrace. “You told me, now I’ll answer your question.”
He took a breath, wanting a cigarette, knowing he wasn’t going to get one. “I... have problems with what we do, what you want from me because my first mission for Kritiker didn’t go too well.”
Aya frowned in confusion. “I don’t understand, Yohji. What happened?”
“I was caught, Aya,” he replied. “There were five of them. I fought, but...” he held the redhead close. “I was in the hospital for a couple of weeks. They did a good job of putting me back together, but after that I just couldn’t get into bed with another man. Not until you.”
“They raped you, didn’t they?” He held Yohji close, hands gentle now, stroking his lover’s hair and back. “Kami-sama, Yohji. No wonder you were afraid.”
“If it was just rape, it wouldn’t be so... hard to talk about, or make all of this with you dammed difficult,” Yohji replied. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I got so protective of women, Aya? Why I tried so hard to get Maki back from Riot?”
“I always thought it was because of Asuka,” Aya said, “and because you didn’t want to see another woman die like that. I tried to kill the women for you and when you killed Neu… it was like part of you died with her.”
“I wanted to have Asuka back so bad... to make up for some of the things I did and said to her. Things I’ll never be able to take back.” He turned onto his side, lay his head on Aya’s chest. “That’s why the whole Neu business hurt so much. Even now I’m not totally convinced it wasn’t her.”
He lay a hand over Aya’s heart, “I love you Aya.”
“And I love you, Yohji. But I still need to know if you can give me what I need. If you can then I promise you everyone else is history. But what happens if you can’t? I don’t want to keep on hurting you like this.”
“I’m not sure what to do, Aya. I’ve drowned my past in booze so I could sleep for a long time. But I’m not doing that anymore, and I’ve never told anyone exactly what happened that night.” He pulled Aya closer, held him tight. “They had me for two days before I got away.
“Can you understand how... difficult it’s been for me to even let you fuck me?”
“Never having experienced such horrors, I can’t possibly understand, Yohji, but I can see why it would be both difficult and traumatic. You’re afraid of flashbacks aren’t you? Those I can understand as I can still see my parents lying dead and Aya-chan tossed into the air like a rag doll by Takatori Reiji’s car.”
He raised himself on one elbow and traced designs with his fingertips across Yohji’s chest. “Of course, there’s only one way that we’ll ever find out. You told me you weren’t afraid anymore and I need to know that’s true.”
“That’s it, Aya. I... don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it, but I’m willing to try, for you.” He touched a pale cheek, brushing his thumb over the fresh bruise he’d made on his lover’s face. “So it’s time to see if I can or can’t.”
Aya smiled reassuringly and moved away to resume his kneeling position on the bed. He glanced over his shoulder at Yohji before bowing his head in submission.
“No, Aya, that’s not what we need to test. I.. I know I can dominate you, slap you and hurt you. It’s the other side of this business I’m not sure I can do. If you hit me.... I don’t know.”
Aya crawled over Yohji, kissing him tenderly, the sort of kiss he reserved for Yohji alone. When he was sure his lover was lost in the kiss, he tweaked a nipple hard enough to hurt.
Yohji didn’t seem to notice that too much, he was still kissing Aya as if nothing had happened. Sure he’d felt it, but he’d gotten that sort of treatment from women before and it didn’t bother him.
The next thing Aya tried was a slap, hard enough to sting his own hand, administered to Yohji’s bare ass.
“Shit,” Yohji gasped out, the pain sending sparks though his vision. That had hurt enough to make his cock wilt slightly.
Aya sighed and curled against him, hand gently soothing the print it had made on Yohji’s skin. If one slap had affected him so profoundly, all the other things that he wanted to do were out of the question. He couldn’t imagine Yohji being able to tolerate being restrained let alone using anything more adventurous.
Yohji sighed, relaxed into the caress over his burning skin. It had hurt, but, relative to being shot, it hadn’t hurt at all.
And this was for Aya. His Aya. The man he loved.
“Let’s try again. I... just need to get focused. I don’t think I really was,” Yohji told his lover.
Aya shook his head. “You were focused on the kissing and that was deliberate on my part. I thought if I could distract you… make it nothing at all like you experienced before…”
He sighed again. “Don’t try to do it all at once, Yohji.”
Yohji pulled Aya into his arms, rolling partly on top of him before his lips closed over Aya’s mouth, the kiss hard, hot, demanding and yet, at it’s heart it was a plea for understanding, for time, another chance.
Aya held him close, deepening the kiss in his own desperation. If he lost Yohji…
He hated himself at that moment. Sex with Crawford had been fun but it had driven Yohji into Kai’s arms already. It was not worth losing the man he loved for his own selfish desires.
Yohji groaned and reached for Aya’s cock, gripping the silk and steel flesh, stoking the fire and hoping he didn’t melt in the crucible that was Aya’s love.
Something in Aya gave like the bursting of a dam. Did it really matter who dominated who? If Crawford had taught him anything it had been that pleasure could be reached either way and Yohji meant more to him than just a means to pleasure.
“Yohji, please, fuck me,” he whispered.
The jade eyes searched Aya’s face while Yohji’s hand continued to pleasure the red-head,
“I thought you wanted to hurt me, Aya. I want you to be happy. Just…, just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”
“I’ve just told you what I want, Yohji. I don’t give a shit who’s in charge anymore. If it helps, imagine I’m one of the bastards that raped you.”
And still he couldn’t say it out loud. I’m yours, Yohji. Do what you want with me.
“No, I won’t do that Aya.” Yohji replied, his hand slowing, jade eyes dark with repressed memories. “You... don’t know what happened.” He let Aya’s cock go, put his arms around Aya, whispering, “It wasn’t just rape, Aya. I was handcuffed, blindfolded, alternately gagged or made to suck cock. Fucked. Beaten.” He shuddered, turned to press his face into Aya’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of Aya, of Crawford, holding Aya tightly while the memories he’d shoved into the deepest darkest recesses of his mind crept into the light.
Aya held him, running a soothing hand through his hair. It explained so much, why Yohji couldn’t do the things he wanted him to do, why he was so afraid of being bottom. “Never again, Yohji,” he said quietly. And then, finally, he could say it. “I’m yours. Do whatever you want to do. We’ve both seen where my selfishness has got us.”
Yohji laughed, the sound without humour, full of self-mockery, tinged with hysteria and no little trace of fear. “It scares me more than you can know, Aya. The whole thing scares me so bad when I let myself remember, that I just... don’t think about it, ever.” His arms held Aya tighter, painfully so as he finally confessed, “They fucked me, hurt me, nearly killed me and... I wanted more. I was begging them for more...
“That’s why all the women, Aya. I couldn’t face what I did with those men, what I begged them to do.”
“What you begged them to… “ Aya’s eyes widened in shock before narrowing in anger. All he could think about was the fact that Yohji wanted exactly what he wanted but was too scared or proud to live with the idea. And because of that he had abused Zeshin and gone to Crawford for his needs.
“YOU BASTARD! Why didn’t you tell me all this sooner?” And then all control escaped him and he was beating the crap out of Yohji.
Yohji tried to protect his face with his arms, trying to ward off the worst of it with his hands, but Aya was in a rage, cold fury driving his fists into the blonde with punishing force. After a series of blows to his face, his body, Yohji started to really fight back, his fist slamming into Aya’s jaw with all the power of the blonde’s shoulder behind it.
Aya fell back with the sheer power of Yohji’s blow but was straight back into the fight within seconds getting in blows wherever he could.
Aya’s fist connected with Yohji’s mouth and the blond felt his lip split. He was getting really pissed, angry with Aya for treating him like this, angry with himself for confessing his darkest secret.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” he roared and reached for the wire intending to make an end of the whole miserable business.
Aya saw the movement, one he’d seen countless times before, and grabbed Yohji’s wrist, trying to keep his hand away from the watch and the wire coiled within it.
Yohji slammed his left fist into Aya’s jaw, twisting his body, going for the top spot which would give him more leverage.
Aya saw a whole galaxy of stars but still struggled, knowing that he was fighting for his life now. Then, in a moment of blinding clarity, he stilled. All the fight went out of him and he offered up his throat for Yohji’s wire.
The cold filament wrapped around Aya’s throat, bit, drew a thin line of blood as it cut into Yohji’s fingers. “No more, Aya. NO FUCKING MORE!” he snarled into the younger man’s face. “This shit has come to an end. You’re mine, I’m yours and I’ll fucking KILL the next man you fuck, or who you let fuck you if I haven’t given you permission. And you better fucking ask!”
Aya tried to swallow, to form words but the wire round his neck prevented him from doing either. He couldn’t even nod his agreement to Yohji’s terms, if that was what they were. It sounded more like an ultimatum but one that he could live with… if he was allowed to live at all.
The wire eased around Aya’s throat. “Tell me you understand Aya, or I end this here and now for us both.”
Aya took a deep, rasping breath and nodded. It was all he could manage for now.
The wire slithered from around Aya’s throat, whipping back into the watch. Yohji touched his lips, frowned at how bloody they were, winced as he felt the cuts on his fingers from the wire. More to add to the collection.
He returned his attention to Aya, knelt there, jade eyes still hot with rage then he made a fist and punched Aya in the belly, “Don’t ever hit me in the face again, Aya. I like how I look, babe, and I’m sure Kai isn’t going to agree to repairing self-inflicted shit like this.”
Aya doubled over the blow but incredibly he smiled. Couldn’t Yohji see just how beautiful he was with his lips reddened with blood? Blood that Aya wanted to lick off them if he was allowed.
His throat was still too raw to allow him to voice any of this, however, so he remained kneeling, head bowed and breathing hard, waiting for Yohji to make the next move.
A hand closed in his hair, wrenched his head back, the grip brutal as the kiss that the blonde gave him.
Aya gasped into the kiss and his lips parted to give Yohji complete access to his mouth. He was done fighting.
When Yohji pulled back the blonde was breathing hard, jade eyes bright with lust. He shoved Aya down on the bed, reached into the nightstand, got out the stuff they used for lube, smeared his erection and hauled Aya to his knees roughly before sliding home in the younger man’s ass.
Aya groaned as he was penetrated, his whole body seeming to clench around Yohji though whether it was a futile attempt to expel him or a desire to draw him even further in he didn’t know until he pushed back against Yohji trying to get him even deeper.
Gripping Aya’s hips so hard he would leave bruises Yohji drove his erection into his lover, the pace hard, fast, relentless.
All Aya could do was ride the storm of Yohji’s rage. He no longer knew, nor cared, what day of the week it was, which way was up or anything else for that matter. All he knew was he was getting the fuck of his life and that even through Yohji’s furious using of his body, he could feel the love the blonde felt for him and that he returned.
All of it conspired to send him right over the edge, further than he’d ever dared let himself go before and he screamed out his pleasure which came out as Yohji’s name. He groaned softly and kept repeating, “Don’t stop, oh please, please don’t stop.”
Yohji didn’t stop, his cock pounding inside Aya, the rough pace continuing.
“You’re my bitch, Aya. And I’ll kill anyone that touches you,” he told the redhead, the brutal pace of his thrusting continuing until he came inside his red-haired lover, groaning the younger man’s name as he slapped Aya’s hip so hard he bruised his hand.
His overloaded senses and the slap to his hip brought Aya to orgasm; the hardest, strongest most powerful release he’d ever had. He moaned out Yohji’s name once more before whispering, “Your bitch, Yohji, always.” Then it all became too much and he escaped into blessed oblivion.
Covered in his own blood, Aya’s blood, battered and sore, Yohji lay down beside his lover, closed his eyes and was quickly asleep.
Downstairs in his bedroom Crawford picked up his glass of brandy, held it up and said, “To the end of our conflict and the beginning of the end for Rosenkruez.” He downed the brandy and threw the glass into the fire place, smiling at the new future he’d created.
A future they might all survive.