Kai managed to keep up despite his shorter legs and it wasn’t long before they were back at the hotel.
By this time Aya had left the bedroom and was sitting with Crawford and nursing a cup of tea. He glanced up as they entered and immediately asked what was wrong.
Yohji dropped into a seat, the cigarillo still between his lips. It wasn’t lit and he automatically reached for the matches in his pocket, “Well if the telepath hanging around with our mind-shielded gunslinger is any indication, plenty.”
Crawford raised an eyebrow, “Interesting,” he commented, “but hardly uncommon for people of talent to find one another. It’s like bits of magnet, they either attract,” he glanced from Yohji to Aya, “or repel one another.”
Aya glared at Crawford for that remark. “How strong do you think he is?” he asked.
“I tried to block, but I’m not sure how successful I was. But I did feel him in my mind and I never feel Schuldig so I’d hazard against him being that strong.”
“That is not necessarily true. Schuldig is a master at slipping in unnoticed. It’s a talent of his that proved very useful to us on more than one occasion. Not all telepaths share his skill at entering a mind so carefully. In fact most lack finesse and are more akin to a bull in the proverbial china shop.”
While he was answering the Weiss’s comment, he reached out and mentally pinged to get the German’s attention before he used mind speech. He wanted to make totally certain that Schuldig was listening to him, not continuing his playtime with Farfarello.
*You have competition, Schuldig. There is a telepath here of unknown ability. I foresee an encounter between Schwarz talent and the talent that this Everette has in his employ.*
*I had a feeling there might be. Do you need us right now?*
*Not at this very second, but shortly. I believe our competitors are going to put in an appearance fairly soon. More to satisfy curiosity than out of any animosity at this point.*
*Okay, I’ll round everyone up and get them down there.*
Yohji was watching Aya, the flare of the match as he relit the cigarillo glittering off the rose tinted glasses perched on his nose.
Kai nodded and pulled the house specs out of his pocket. “We also went to the real estate agent and got you these.” He handed them to Crawford.
The American looked over the pair of papers, “One of these will do for our purposes, but I won’t know which one for a few more hours. We are at a nexus yet again, gentlemen, and the events of the next few hours will reveal the best course to be taken.”
Aya sighed softly. “As long as we can buy enough time to do this training I’ll be content,” he said. Then a very small smile graced his lips. “Although it might be nice to have some money when we return.” There was something else on his mind but he would wait to discuss that when he and Crawford were alone. The precog would know if he and Yohji could still work together, be friends even.
Yohji inhaled smoke and exhaled it slowly, careful not to let it drift in Aya’s direction more out of habit than anything else.
“We’ve bought a great deal of time for that. We only need to make sure of our position here and from that point on, we can begin your training,” Crawford stated as he picked up his coffee and took a sip. “I don’t believe this will take more than a week or two at most.”
Aya nodded, content with that answer. He glanced out of the window just in time to see the gunslinger from the store along with a small washed out redhead and a large, beefy man in a business suit approaching the hotel. “Mr Everette himself, I presume,” he said.
Nagi appeared from the stairs and took up a position behind Crawford, his eyes watchful. Schuldig and everyone else were not far behind.
Zeshin went to stand beside Aya, ignoring the sour look he got from Yohji who looked away from the two of them before he leaned back in his seat, crossed his long legs at the ankles and adopted a bored expression.
Farfarello stepped off the stairs and leaned against the rail, giving him a clear line of attack on either the doorway or at the backs of anyone standing near the table where Brad was.
Shaking his head slightly, Ken took a position just past the table where Brad and the others were, dropping into a seat in an effort not to appear as part of Crawford’s gang.
Schuldig sat himself at another table and concentrated on Everette. *He’s more curious than anything else at present,* he reported to Brad. *He’ll offer a deal.*
Aya sipped his tea, apparently unruffled but anyone who knew him well could see the slight tension in his body.
The door opened and Everette’s party entered and gazed around. Everette spotted Brad and headed in his direction.
The gunslinger stepped in, but stayed near the door while the telepath followed in his master’s wake, gaze instantly latching onto Schuldig he hesitated then doggedly followed Everette toward Brad’s table.
*He feels your presence, Schuldig,* Farfarello remarked with a slight smirk, though he kept close tabs on the gunslinger, the man seemed to have his eye on Yohji.
*He’s not that strong, he can’t even pick up our link.* Schuldig smiled across at his lover. *But he thinks he’s the bee’s knees! He’s in for a real surprise.*
*The poor lad is out of his league, is he?* Farfarello asked, almost laughing.
Everette addressed Brad directly. “Mr Crawford? Mind if I sit down? I hear you’re a businessman and I have a proposition for you.”
Crawford offered the man an expression that might be mistaken for a smile, “It’s a free country,” he stated, neither welcoming or dismissing the man outright.
Yohji waved to get the attention of the hotel owner’s son, “Hey kid, we’re out of coffee again.”
The young man glowered at the blond foreigner but managed a mostly civil, “Right away sir.”
“Bring some pie too, I’m starving.”
“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” Crawford said to Everette, “I’m sure you’re a busy man, as am I. So tell me, what is it this proposition?”
Everette glanced at Yohji and frowned slightly. The blonde’s apparent nonchalance appeared to bother him. He sat himself opposite Crawford and wiped his red and sweaty face with a silk handkerchief drawn from his top pocket.
“I have a cast iron way for you to make a great deal of money.” He glanced round at the assembled assassins. “Especially as you have your own hired help.”
“Really? And what exactly is this proposal of yours?” Crawford asked. “I mean, as you’ve pointed out, I do have my own assistants, and anything we’d engage in would have to provide a substantial amount of money to gain my interest.”
Yohji took another long drag off his cigarillo and exhaled the smoke slowly, being careful not to let it head in Aya or Crawford’s direction. His care did not include Everette however.
Brad raised an eyebrow at the blonde and Yohji only smiled, the smoke trickling between his teeth.
*Schuldig, Kudoh seems to be enjoying himself all together too much. Will you please find out why he has the appearance of a cat that’s downed more than it’s fair share of goldfish if you please?*
*Not goldfish, whiskey. Four or five of them. He’s not actually drunk but at that stage where he’s convinced he can take on the world.*
Aya glared, first at Yohji and then at Everette. He still remembered the storekeeper’s fear and the beaten up Chinese laundryman. He returned his gaze to Yohji and snarled out very quietly. “Behave or go away.”
Everette appeared somewhat discomposed by Aya’s potent glare and quickly turned his attention back to Crawford who was at least a fellow American. “We protect local businesses from the ne’er do wells that litter this town. You could say we are the law keepers in the area. The businesses pay us a fee for our services.”
“Ah, I see.” Crawford pretended to consider the man’s words, looking very thoughtful as he replied to Schuldig, *Everette doesn’t like how calm our dear gunslinger is since he feels his man is superior and wanted to see Kudoh sweat I believe.* Brad paused, * Try and pick up any conversation between Everette and the telepath, if you please, Schuldig. I’m curious to know what might be passing between these three.”
Crawford moved aside slightly as the boy arrived with the coffee pot and an entire pie along with a stack of plates, “Mr. Crawford, Mr. Everette, this is compliments of my parents. They hope you both enjoy it.” He put pie, plates, forks and the coffee pot down and beat a hasty retreat.
Yohji took the coffee pot and filled Crawford’s cup, “Nice and hot, boss,” he said, giving Aya a wink over the top of his glasses.
Aya narrowed his eyes at the blonde but made no further comment.
Schuldig slipped quietly into Everette’s mind and almost laughed aloud. *He’s convinced that with his telepath and his gunslinger he can beat us easily should it come to a fight. The talent is getting very frustrated as he cannot read Aya at all. The gunslinger is itching to test his skill against Yohji.* His mental voice became serious all of a sudden. *He’s got the hots for Aya-chan and is determined to have her no matter how.*
*Well that will be to his detriment should he try anything, which he eventually will being a fool.* Crawford held back the smirk that wanted to form on his face, *We all know what will happen to anyone foolish enough to rouse the ire of Abyssinian.
*As to the man’s intent to draw Yohji out, he might get what he wants and regret it for the few seconds he’ll be alive after Kudoh shoots him. The man belongs here more than he ever did in his own time I think. Just look at him Schuldig, have you ever seen him so at ease, whiskey not withstanding, he seems to be in his element here. Farfarello too for that matter. Perhaps it has to do with the fact there is no law to hinder their true natures.* There was a mental chuckle and Schuldig could feel the ‘eureka’ sensation that came from the American. *Come to think of it, we’re all free to act as we wish, more or less aren’t we?*
Crawford sighed, “Unfortunately, Everette, I just don’t see any real benefit in joining your-- business. I’m sure it’s all well and good for you, but it really does seem, well, a petty small time enterprise to me.”
“Don’t be hasty, Mr Crawford,” Everette said, “there’s a great deal of money to be made in my ‘petty small time enterprise.’” He leaned across the table trying his best to look menacing. “And those who aren’t with me are very much against me.”
Aya glanced at Crawford and, seeing the contempt for Everette on his face spoke directly to Everette for the first time. “Well I for one would rather be against you than bully defenceless businessmen,” he said coldly. “Snakes like you invariably end up trodden underfoot.”
“If you think the petty funds you are extorting from the local businessmen is lucrative you’ve set your goals very low, Mr. Everette,” Brad stated, only giving the red-haired Weiss a vaguely amused smile. “But to be frank, to us that’s just pocket change.”
“Yep,” Yohji echoed, voice quiet and calm but somehow menacing all the same. “I wouldn’t bother getting out of bed for that kind of change.”
He served up a slice of pie and pushed it in front of Brad, “That enough for you boss?”
Crawford nodded but his gaze hadn’t wavered from Everette’s face. “Now it’s my turn to make an offer to you, Everette. Get out of town and take your little playmates along before you, or they, get hurt.”
Everette’s face went even redder and Kai had to wonder if the man was about to burst a blood vessel or three. “You’re making a big mistake, Crawford. A big mistake.” He rose to his feet and gesturing for his men to follow him, left the hotel.
“Little playmates?” Schuldig echoed when they were gone. “That was harsh, even for you. There were twenty in the gang, this morning. Thanks to Yohji there are now eighteen. Most are the sort of bully boys we’ve seen around the town. You’ve just met the dangerous ones.”
“Yes, we have haven’t we,” Brad agreed pleasantly. “And that, gentlemen, is my point. The telepath and the gunslinger are his best and brightest the rest are the dregs of humanity.”
Smirking Farfarello ambled over to Crawford’s table, “Well if you were trying to get that two bit prig mad, you did a great job, Crawford. He was sputtering in a fury as they walked down the street. Maybe he’ll have a fit or a stroke and make things even easier for us.”
“No such luck. But he will make the mistake of telling his boys they can come after any of us with impunity. Unfortunately for him, that’s what we’re going to do gentlemen. I want you to hunt them and put them down like the worthless dogs they are, starting today. I’m sure you can identify them easily enough, just watch how the good people of this town react to their presence. Anyone that elicits fear or resentment from a shopkeeper is a likely target.”
He took a bite of the pie, nodded in approval, “Excellent. Everyone have some pie and then we’ll get this operation under way.”
Aya made a small sound of satisfaction but whether it was due to the taste of the pie or killing Everette’s gang was anyone’s guess.
Nagi floated a slice of pie over to Ken, having ascertained that no locals were in the hotel’s restaurant before asking, “do you want me to show my talent or not, Brad?”
“I’d prefer not, at least not that openly,” the American said as he frowned at the floating pie. “We don’t want to terrorize the mundanes, Nagi, and you know how they get when they see things they can’t explain. The last thing we need are fire and brimstone preachers telling people we are practitioners of the black arts.”
Ken accepted the pie, but he was watching Aya, “I guess we’re back to hunting dark beasts.”
“Yeah,” Yohji commented, “same job, different century, but you know, somehow getting to pick the targets ourselves is a bit more satisfying because we know these dickheads really deserve what we give them.”
Aya turned to stare at Yohji for that. “Are you saying that the Elders and the Takatori didn’t deserve what they got?” Then his violet gaze fell on Ken. “Only if you feel you can still do it without losing yourself, Hidaka.”
Ken stared at Aya, “I’ll make an exception for this, okay? Those guys deserve whatever we do to them ten times over if what we saw outside the laundry was any indication.”
“No,” Yohji said, his gaze locked with Aya’s, “But you have to wonder how many of the people we killed were killed because they stood in someone’s way. You took missions I wasn’t on, Aya, solo missions, or ones that only you and Ken went on. I took missions that you didn’t even know about.” He studied his slice of pie, then rammed the fork in it and took a bite. “I personally think some of the men I killed died for having political ambitions that ran counter to those Persia found helpful. Sure they deserved to die for the things they did to women, but then again, video is easy to fake isn’t it?”
Crawford nodded, “He brings up a good point, Fujimiya. Not every mission you took involved the dark beasts you’d like to think you were ridding the world of, but then I think you always knew that, didn’t you?”
Aya stared down at his plate for a moment before looking up again and meeting Crawford’s eyes. “It got to a point where it didn’t really matter. Unlike Ken and Yohji I never had the desire to explain away my actions or attempt to atone for them. I am what I am and I’m damned good at it.”
The red-haired man had to notice the way the other pair of ex-Weiss were staring at him. Ken just frowned and looked away, Yohji nodded slowly. “Anything to keep Aya-chan alive. They always had that to hang over your head, didn’t they?”
“Yohji, you of all people should know that it wasn’t just that. I am an assassin by trade, and I make no apologies for it. I take pride in my work. Doubtless I shall pay for my ‘crimes’ on the wheel of karma but that is for another lifetime.”
Farfarello picked up a piece of the pie and started eating it off the blade of his newest knife, the Bowie he’d gotten at the general store earlier in the day. “I want the chance to practice fighting together before we have to face Rosenkruez’s agents in our own time. Just fight without using powers.” He grinned fiercely at Ken, “I think we’ll work together quite well if this morning was any indication.”
“Maybe too well,” Ken stated.
“Don’t get careless. No, most of them have little chance to beat any of us, but carelessness can get even someone like me killed,” Crawford warned. “I want all of you to keep that in mind please.”
Kai nodded his agreement to Brad’s words. He wasn’t ready to die just yet. Aya’s words should have shocked him, but somehow they didn’t. He remembered Takatori Mamoru briefing him on his entry to Weiss.
“Yohji-kun is a good assassin but he doesn’t actually enjoy killing so he has moments of denial and self doubt. Aya-kun is a superb assassin. Cold, clinical, methodical and focused. He enjoys his work.”
Was that why he had wanted Aya dead? Because he was afraid he’d created a monster?
Farfarello just smiled his cold, knowing smile. “Same warning you’ve been giving us for years, Crawford. We know the drill, don’t we Schuldig?”
Ken finished wolfing down his pie, “I need to find someone that can make some bugnucks. I don’t fight as well with knives and I’m not good enough with a gun to play even second fiddle to Yohji’s gunslinger label.”
Yohji studied Aya, “No, you aren’t Ken, but we both know someone who is, don’t we?”
Zeshin sighed. No one had offered him any of the pie, and it had smelled good, but he also knew better than to complain. If things between he and Aya-san were the way he suspected he’d only have been punished for mentioning the oversight.
Aya cut a second piece of the pie and handed it to Zeshin without a word, his eyes still meeting Yohji’s. “I doubt if a katana will have any of them running and hiding, even though it should,” he said calmly. “However, I’m used to modern guns, not the revolvers they have in this time.”
“No, they’re patently too stupid to understand the threat of a bladed weapon. Aya, given your skill, you should have no problem with revolvers,” Yohji stated quietly. “If you want to practice, I’ll loan you my pistol but it’s easy.” He sighed and watched Zeshin take a piece of pie from the red-head. “It will give us a chance to talk. Alone.”
“Good idea Kudoh. The two of you do have things to discuss and I have a meeting with Mr. Porter in a half hour. Farfarello and Schuldig can accompany me, Nagi and Ken can keep an eye on things here.”
The American turned his attention to Kai and Zeshin, “The pair of you can go to the general store and pick up three more revolvers like Kudoh’s and fifteen boxes of bullets.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a drawstring bag that clinked softly as he dropped it on the table. “That should be more than enough to pay for what we require.”
Everyone jumped to do Crawford’s bidding except Aya who was still staring at Yohji, an almost regretful expression in his eyes. “Where do you suggest we practice?” he asked after a moment.
“The alley behind the hotel might work. Or we could find somewhere else. I’m sure there has to be somewhere around here we can practice.”
Crawford said to Schuldig, *Tell Fujimiya to work out his problems with Kudoh. We can’t afford to have the two of them fighting over sex or anything else for that matter.*
*I think that’s already his intention, Brad. But I’ve passed the message on.* There was a mental wince as Aya obviously told Schuldig to butt out in no uncertain terms.
His displeasure was obvious from the way he glared at Crawford although he said nothing, merely rising to his feet and heading in the direction of the alley behind the hotel.
Yohji followed him. Once they were out there and Yohji had ascertained that they were alone, he walked closer to Aya and, grabbing the back of the other assassin’s head to hold him still, he kissed Aya passionately with no reservations.
Aya allowed this, he even responded just as passionately before breaking away. “You might want to get the practice over with before we talk as neither of us might like what the other has to say.”
“What I have to say is that I love you and I need you. But if you don’t want me just say so and I’ll leave you alone for good. Tell me you want to call it quits and we will, no hard feelings, no hatred we’ll go back to being team mates and nothing more,” Yohji explained, his thumb gently brushing across Aya’s pallid cheek. “Just tell me what you want, Aya. I’ll try to give it to you. No promises, but I love you too much not to try and make you happy.”
Aya sighed. “I know you consider me beautiful, Yohji, and so do others both now and in the past. But I’m not beautiful. I’m like a deadly, poisonous snake, brightly coloured on the outside but a killing machine on the inside.
“Kikyou, Yuushi, they both tried to make me their uke and I did try. Then you did the same and I tried again except that with you I wanted more equality. Then you talked about tying me up and I knew that could never happen. That I couldn’t give you what you want.
“I’m not an uke, Yohji, I’m a dominant and somewhat sadistic seme. That’s why I was drawn to Zeshin. He feeds that need in me.”
He was silent for a moment. “I know that Crawford wants me. He’s dropped hints about liking pain, but he’s a dominant too so I doubt if that would work out either.” He stared down at the ground, finding this even more difficult than he’d expected.
“I wanted… I hoped to share Zeshin with you so you could tie him up if you wished, but you didn’t seem to like that idea so now, I don’t know what to do.”
“Zeshin doesn’t interest me. He’s pretty enough, I’ll grant you that. But I’m not interested in having sex with a submissive doll.” He reached out and forced Aya to meet his gaze by taking hold of his chin. “I know what you want. I’ve known it from the start even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. What I’m telling you is...” Yohji drew in a breath and let the words come out in a rush, “I’m willing to let you tie me up, put a collar on me, a leash, whatever makes you happy but only when we’re behind a locked door.”
There, he’d made the offer, his heart pounding in his chest the way it would when a mission was going bad on them. It was fear. The same icy cold that used to fill him when a mission had gone wrong before Aya had been part of Weiss. He’d always felt that chill dread, not for himself, but for Ken and Omi. Feeling it over this, knowing what he was saying, made him question his own sanity for an instant. But he loved Aya, and he wasn’t going to just let the only good thing left in his life slip away because of fear. It was against his nature to run from fear. Even this.
Aya stared up into those beautiful green eyes and saw the fear in them. And yet Yohji had made the offer despite his fear. “I can’t expect that of you,” he said. “I told you, Yohji, I wanted us to be equals. I still want that. So it wouldn’t be fair to expect those things of you when I can’t reciprocate.”
“I won’t ask it of you, Aya. I understand, you need to be in control. It’s too hard for you not to be, but you’re afraid of what you might do to me too, aren’t you? Afraid you’ll slip and show a side of yourself that will make me hate you. Is that it? Be honest.”
Aya nodded. “Zeshin expects that treatment, he was bred for it you weren‘t. I don’t want to hurt you, Yotan, and I don’t want you to hate me. I hardly understand the things I want myself. How can I expect you to understand?”
“Aya, I’ve seen you kill and lusted after you. I’ve devoured you with my eyes while you were covered in blood, reeking of death. What could you possibly show me that’s worse than the things I know about myself? I wanted the killer, the cold-blooded assassin not the boy you used to be. I never met him.” He touched Aya’s hair, running his fingers through it, staring into the pale violet eyes as if he were trying to lose himself in their depths. “Nothing you can do to me will hurt worse than losing you forever.”
Aya slipped one arm round Yohji’s waist and pulled his head down for another kiss with the other. When they both had to come up for air he said, a little breathlessly, “what do you want me to do about Zeshin?”
“He needs you as much as you need him. I won’t say I’m not jealous, but,” Yohji shrugged, “I’ll tolerate just about anything to stay with you.”
“I don’t deserve you, Yohji, I really don’t. But I do love you. You have no reason to be jealous of Zeshin. I don’t love him even though I need what he can supply. I wish I didn’t.”
“So do I,” Yohji murmured, leaning down slightly so he could give the red-haired man a tender kiss. “Maybe later we’ll have a little time to ourselves. I want to be with you, to let you have control.”
Aya shivered in Yohji’s arms. He would enjoy that but he wanted Yohji inside him almost as much as he wanted to be inside Yohji. “We’ll take turns,” he promised. “Now, about this revolver…”
“Sounds good,” Yohji chuckled, deliberately misconstruing what the man was talking about, “No, it’s not a six shooter, it’s a semi-automatic, all it needs is a bit of assistance from your hand.”
“A semi-automatic? In this time? Let me see.”
Yohji smirked which ruined the attempt at an innocent expression he’d tried to manage. He was teasing the younger man and the whole joke had gone sailing right over his team mate’s head, which wasn’t really unusual with the too serious red head. “Well the gun I was talking about isn’t this one,” he remarked. “I was thinking of another one I might let you hold later. If you’re good that is.”
“Yohji! Can you never be serious?” The words might be harsh but the blush on Aya’s face told a totally different story. “Let me see the revolver, then we’ll think about time alone. But I’m not prepared to be defenceless in this place.”
“You, defenceless? Aya, if I handed you a pencil you’d probably manage to kill someone with it if you had too,” Yohji commented, as he handed the revolver to Aya.
Aya ignored the remark about pencils as frivolous and examined the revolver, weighing it in his hand and spinning the chamber. He held it up and fired, shattering an empty bottle that was lying in the alleyway.
“Surprisingly smooth,” he commented.
“We’re used to modern guns. They’re heavier and larger calibre, with more kick. This thing feels like a toy compared to the last automatic I fired, we won’t even bring up assault rifles or machine pistols in comparison.”
“True. This doesn’t kick like a fucking mule. And a leg holster makes a fast draw easier.” He handed the gun back to Yohji. “I should manage with one like it quite well.”
The blonde smiled, “Yeah, you will.” He glanced both ways down the alley then gripped Aya by the shoulders and gave the younger man a scorching kiss.
Aya’s hands reached up, his fingers threading through Yohji’s hair as he held him in place and kissed him back just as intensely.
Yohji was the one that broke the kiss, his jade eyes meeting Aya’s were alight with lust, his breathing ragged, and something rigid was pressing against the red-haired man’s thigh. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
“Here?” He glanced up and down the empty alley, gunshots obviously too common to bring anyone running. “Or do you want to go upstairs?”
“If I said here, would you do it?”
Aya’s eyes narrowed. “Are you challenging me? Without a second’s thought.”
“No, not a challenge Aya. I’m just curious to know if you’d actually even consider doing it in a public place in the middle of the day.” Yohji leaned down and whispered into Aya’s ear, “I used to fantasize about fucking you on the table in the Koneko where either Omi or Ken could walk in on us. Or in the flower cooler with you covered in rose petals.”
Aya made a small sound that might have been a chuckle. “So here should be no problem, right? It’s up to you but decide quickly.”
Yohji smiled. “Check my right pocket. I think everything we need’s in there.”
Aya returned the smile and dug his hand into Yohji’s pocket, extracting a tube of lube. He gave Yohji another kiss by way of a thank you as his hands busied themselves at his lover’s waistband, undoing button, belt and zip. Then he stepped away slightly. “Get them off, now.” He popped open the tube and smeared lube on his fingers.
Yohji raised one gold eyebrow. “Off? As in totally off, or just down around my knees?” he asked as he started to push his jeans down his long legs. “To take them off I’d have to remove my boots, and I’m not sure that’s a good idea here, all things considered,” he added looking at the dirt under their feet.
“Knees will do, then turn round and brace yourself against the wall.” He waited as Yohji did just that then ran lube around the tight muscles of his ass, gently easing them and entering the tight heat beyond with two fingers. Yohji was tighter than he’d expected and he added more lube and another finger.
Finally he could wait no longer and unzipped his flies, coating himself quickly but thoroughly. “Are you ready, Yohji?”
“Yes. Do it. Fuck me Aya,” the blond practically growled out the demand as he braced his hands on the wall.
Aya growled in return and entered Yohji with one long, smooth thrust. He waited a second or two as Yohji’s body relaxed around him and then began to move, slowly at first until he felt Yohji was used to it then harder and faster.
Each hard thrust stroking that sweet place deep inside dragged another soft cry of pleasure out of Yohji.
Aya kept up the pace, savouring Yohji’s little cries and moans of pleasure. He dug his fingers into Yohji’s hips, pulling him back so he could go even deeper. Then he gasped softly as he felt his balls begin to tighten. He snaked one hand round Yohji’s body taking hold of his erection and beginning to pump him. “Come for me, Yohji,” he gasped, “now.”
The blonde shuddered, body rocking with the red head’s thrusts, the hand gripping his cock holding it with just the right amount of pressure. He gasped sharply as he came, and pushed his ass hard into Aya’s pelvis wanting the man’s hardness as deep as it could go.
“Aya... I love you....”
It was enough to push Aya over the edge and he thrust almost desperately, pumping come into Yohji’s willing body as he cried out the blonde’s name.
“Gods! Yohji!”
He collapsed against Yohji’s back for a moment or two before slowly withdrawing with a hiss of loss.
“Aya... I love you....” the blonde panted, still leaning weakly against the wall. It always amazed him how quickly he could come when he was with Aya. With a woman-- or two-- it took him a lot longer. Maybe it was because they didn’t excite him the way the beauty of his male team mate did.
It left Yohji wondering if he was more gay than he realized.
“I love you too,” Aya said close to Yohji’s ear. “I’ll never let you go.”
He produced some tissues from a pocket and cleaned himself before handing some to Yohji. He zipped up and finally thought to glance around. There was no sign of anyone yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had seen them.
Yohji wiped himself as clean as he could then tossed the tissues into a pile of wooden crates before hauling his jeans up and zipping them. “You know, we take so much for granted. Like those paper tissues. We can’t get more of them.” He buttoned his pants and tightened his belt before picking his gun belt back up and putting it on.
“I don’t really like the cigarillos either. Damned things don’t stay lit,” he remarked as he pulled another one from his shirt pocket, slipped it between his lips, and struck a match on the nearest wall.
“Then the sooner we get this training done and clear the town so Crawford can make a pile of money, the better,” Aya said before pulling Yohji’s head down for another kiss.
Yohji’s arms went around his lover holding him tightly, not wanting to ever let him go. He’d almost lost this, almost walked away from the best thing in his entire life.
Aya.
Aya-chan drew back from her bedroom window, tears streaking her face. She had guessed, even before she went into a coma that her brother was gay but it had come as a real shock to find that his partner was Yohji.
Despite her disparaging remarks to Zeshin, the tall blonde interested her as none of the others did and now, it seemed, he would never be interested.
Motion caught Yohji’s attention and he glanced up.
“Oh shit, Aya, isn’t that your sister’s room up there?”
Aya’s eyes widened in shock before he nodded. “I thought I felt someone watching. Yohji, I’m sorry. I think she’s always guessed about me but you might not have wanted her to know.”
Yohji just shook his head. “Aya, she’s probably known about us since Bangkok. Hell, she’d have to have been blind and deaf not to have figured it out while we were on the plane for that matter.”
“As long as you’re comfortable with it,” Aya said, his tone somewhat relieved. He smiled suddenly. “I think I’ve worked out how your gun works so we may as well go back inside.”
And face a pissed off Crawford. It was better this way, though, and he was still prepared to follow the American’s lead. He hadn’t set them wrong so far.
“I’m fine with it, if she is. I don’t get the impression she approves, but she hasn’t complained to me either so...” the blond shrugged, “We’ll see what happens.”
“As far as the gun goes, they aren’t that difficult if you know how to handle a firearm.” He grinned, “I used to play that stupid High Noon game every day after school when I was a kid.”
The blonde shoved open the back door of the hotel. “Might as well go in this way. I’m sure they won’t complain. Our fearless leader has them too cowed.” Yohji actually chuckled at the comment. “Or is that bamboozled?” he asked, trying to recall some of the more colourful Old West words he’d heard in American films.
“You’d probably know better than I would,” Aya admitted. “My English was learned through a lady from somewhere called Oxford in England. Apparently that’s where correct English is spoken so I don’t think she taught me any nineteenth century American idioms.”
They passed through the kitchen and found themselves back in the foyer.