Brad adjusted his tie as stepped onto the sidewalk, the crowd of people heading into the club flowing past him. “No one goes anywhere alone in here. Stay in pairs. Is that understood?”
“Yes daddy,” Yohji replied as he joined Brad on the sidewalk, hand in hand with Aya.
“Sure, whatever,” Ken said as he watched a rather attractive woman walk past.
Nagi dug his lover in the ribs with an elbow and scowled at him. “That means you’re with me, Ken,” he said.
Schuldig swept Farfarello into the queue followed almost immediately by Aya and Yohji. Kai took a glance at Brad and resigned himself to watching the other dancers for the night.
Brad patted the boy’s ass, “I hope you aren’t planning on sitting at a table all night,” he said, “because I’m not going to.”
Kai glanced up at him in some surprise before smiling. “I didn’t think you’d want to dance,” he admitted, “but I’m glad you do.”
Aya-chan took a deep breath and slipped a hand into Zeshin’s before joining the queue.
Working up his nerve, Zeshin stepped in front of Aya-chan and kissed her lightly on the lips, his cheeks going red.
Ken grinned, “Good idea,” he said as he pulled Nagi to him and kissed his lover.
“You still need a map and compass, Hidaka?” Aya called. Then he was kissing Yohji, his hands roaming across the blonde’s back and buttocks.
His sister meanwhile was happily returning Zeshin’s kiss and the only noise to be heard from Nagi was a slight “mmmph.”
Yohji raised an eyebrow, swung an arm around Aya, set his lips to his lover’s mouth and tipped the man backward to give him a scorching kiss.
Aya returned the kiss with equal passion until they had to break apart due to the movement of the queue.
From his place in front of them, Schuldig glanced back and smirked. *I think this is going to be one hell of a memorable evening.*
The next thing Schuldig knew was he had been grabbed and was being kissed with as much fervour as Aya was getting from his own blond.
Laughing Brad eyed Kai, “Feeling left out?”
“Given another five minutes and I might be,” he said with a grin. The he lifted eager arms round Brad’s neck and kissed him.
Brad’s hands gripped Kai’s behind and lifted the shorter man completely off his feet, easily holding him as they kissed.
“Hey get a room you guys,” Ken quipped as he came up for air.
“Oh, look who’s talking,” Yohji shot back.
Nestled against him Aya chuckled softly, the first sign of real humour he’d shown since the fight in the restaurant.
They moved forward steadily and finally entered the club. The music, although loud was still recognisable as music and not simply beat, and the club itself was air-conditioned and comfortable.
Yohji leaned close to Aya, his hand sliding suggestively down Aya’s thigh. *I want to go into the bathroom and let you fuck my brains loose. Is that bad?* he asked silently.
Aya grinned at him. *No. But what do you say to being double teamed?*
*With whom else?* Yohji asked, his hand slipping between Aya’s thighs for a quick grope as they followed the rest of the team to a table.
*Kai.* The mental voice darkened. *I won’t be having sex with Crawford for quite some time.*
*I figured that. Planning to punish Vater for being a prick are you?* Yohji stopped and pulled Aya into his arms, his lips closing on Aya’s in another of his patented melt-chrome kisses.
*Oh yes.* But whether it was yes to Yohji’s question or to the kiss was hard to divine.
Brad sat down and pulled Kai into his lap. He put his lips near Kai’s ear and asked, “You’re not mad at me for the incident with Aya-chan?”
“I thought you acted like a bit of a prick actually,” Kai said. “But then again it did stop all the fucking heart-searching.”
Yohji let Aya go, stood there, jade eyes alight with lust, then he grabbed Aya’s hand and started for the men’s room.
“Whoa! What about Kai?”
“Forget him right now, unless you want to be the one to pry him out of Brad’s lap, and from the expression on his face I’m not sure he’s going to want to go with us.”
Aya sighed as he glanced over to where the two were sitting. “You’re right. Ah well, you’ll just have to make do with me then, won’t you?”
“Make do?” Yohji broke into a fit of joyful laughter, “Baby you’re a banquet to a starving man.”
He shoved open the bathroom door and made a beeline toward a stall, “I hope you’re ready, because I sure as hell am.”
Aya didn’t say anything, merely placing Yohji’s hand on his groin and the tight bulge there. He slammed the stall door shut behind them.
Yohji had arrived prepared. He’d gotten the lubricant from his stuff back at the house, just on the off chance he’d get to fuck someone. Or be fucked for that matter. He pulled out the tiny travel bottle from his pocket and handed it to Aya
“Hard and fast. Do what you want. I’m serious.” He was already unbuttoning his jeans.
Aya grunted noncommittally. He was angry enough with Crawford to want to hurt someone but that someone wasn’t Yohji. But then again he was offering and Aya felt needy right now. No, not just needy, downright furious.
Farfarello had watched Aya and Yohji vanish into the crowd headed for the men’s room, and while Kudoh’s motions were frantic, he didn’t think the man was in a hurry to take a piss.
He grabbed Schuldig by the wrist and started for the restroom. *They’re going off to fuck and I want to play too,* he told his lover.
Schuldig was willing but sceptical. *You really think they’ll want to play with us, Farf? I know Yohji fascinates you but I’m not so sure that I fascinate Aya.*
*Yohji was kissing you, wasn’t he?* Farfarello shot back. *Without you in the mix, what chance do you think I’ll have with either of them?*
He shoved open the bathroom door and instantly identified the boots Aya was wearing under the door of a stall.
Aya, meanwhile had undone his flies and was slicking his cock prior to burying himself in his lover’s ass. The door opening and catching his back made him stop and turn, frowning, to see who had interrupted them. His brows rose as the sight of Schuldig and Farfarello.
“Find you own fucking stall,” he growled.
Yohji frowned, *What do you think you’re doing Schuldig?*
Farfarello grinned. “But you two look so lonely in there.”
*Blame Farf, Yohji. This wasn’t my idea.*
*Yeah, he wants my ass still doesn’t he?* Yohji asked, not really needing a reply, he could see the answer in the way Farfarello’s golden eye was locked on his bare ass.
Aya was staring at them both. *What do you think, Yotan?*
*Going to be crowded,* Yohji answered Aya.
*So… permission granted?*
*Up to you, baby. I’m yours to do what you want with, you know that.*
*That works both ways.* He smiled suddenly. *Okay. I will if you will.*
*You sure? I know Farfarello has a thing for me, and I’m just hoping his intent isn’t to gut me like the catch of the day. And well Schuldig is... interesting. Great at kissing.*
“I feel a draft,” the blond said out loud.
“Yeah shut the fucking door,” Aya added.
“Er… which side do you want us on?” Schuldig asked.
“This side of course,” Aya said with a grin. “Wouldn’t want you guys to have a wasted journey now, would we?”
Yohji eyed his lover, “Got plans for my ass, is that it?” He lowered his head, took a deep breath. He could do this. Aya was here. His lover wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
Farfarello slipped a hand around Aya and trailed a finger along the man’s cock, “Very nice bit of steel you have, Abyssinian. If I’d known that, I’d have made an effort to arrange this little encounter a lot sooner.”
“A lot sooner would have got you nowhere, Farfarello. We had to sort our own relationship out first. So, who wants what?”
Farfarello put his hand on Yohji’s narrow ass, “I want this.”
Yohji gripped the top of the stall and held on tightly, refusing to show any fear of the man touching him. “I don’t care, so long as I get some cock,” he said, keeping his voice steady. It was true, he did want cock up his ass, but he wasn’t so sure about it being Farfarello’s.
“Ground rules,” Aya said. “No cutting or hurting, Farfarello. That’s my privilege and only mine.”
He turned as best he could to gaze at Schuldig. “Come here,” he said softly.
Farfarello nodded, "Understood. Ground rules for using my toy are the same," he smirked, "Not that I think you'd really damage anyone."
He stroked down the curve of Yohji's ass, enjoying the feel, a hand sliding under to cup the blonde's heavy balls. "I don't know Schuldig, I might have to trade you for Kudoh once in a while. The man is nicely hung."
Yohji groaned as the strong hand closed around his scrotum and squeezed, rolling his balls with surprising gentleness.
The Irishman held his hand out to Aya, "I hope there's more of that lube."
Aya finished coating his own erection and handed the lube to Farfarello. Schuldig, meanwhile, had shucked his pants and underwear down to his knees.
Aya tilted his head to one side as he took a long appreciative look at the other redhead. “Nice,” he said.
Farfarello didn't waste any time. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection, smearing the lube over it before dropping the closed bottle into a pocket.
His hand moved from Yohji's balls to his erection, stroking slowly, making sure the blond was ready. The harsh moans were all the answer he needed. He let go of Yohji's cock and gripped one of the man's hips, his other hand closing on his cock to guide it for the waiting heat.
Aya pressed Schuldig up against the door before kissing him. The German responded, whilst using the top of the door to hoist himself off the ground and wrap his long legs round Aya’s waist.
Aya grinned and moved a hand to stroke the telepath’s erection before pressing himself against his anus.
Yohji's groan was harsh as Farfarello thrust into him, the sound turning shocked as he realize that Farfarello was a little thicker around than Aya, but not quite as long.
The Irishman didn't wait, he gripped the blonde's hips and started moving hard and fast, tearing a grunt of pleasure out of Balinese.
Aya pushed his way into the tight heat that was Schuldig and it was the German’s turn to gasp and angle his hips up even more.
Aya drew out a little before pushing in again, seating himself even deeper, looking for that one spot that would have Schuldig seeing stars.
Yohji held on to the walls of the stall, leaning forward over the toilet to give Farfarello an even better angle, Berserker's cock slamming into him even harder, turning his vision white.
Schuldig gasped again as one leg was lifted even higher and Aya’s cock found his hot spot. He made a sound suspiciously like a whine of pure lust.
Farfarello heard the sound his lover made and laughed softly, reaching around to grip the blond assassin's cock, stroking it with a firm grip.
Yohji cried out, legs almost giving way under him as the cock inside him and the hand on his dick turned his brain to mush.
Aya’s free hand resumed it’s pumping of Schuldig’s erection, exerting just the right amount of pressure. Schuldig screamed out his pleasure before collapsing against the smaller redhead. Aya thrust two or three more times before he came deep inside the German.
Laughing, Farfarello came hard inside the blond as Yohji tensed and spattered the toilet with his semen. Only the arm that Berserker slipped quickly around him kept the former Weiss on his feet.
"Shhh..." he murmured to Yohji as the blonde began to shake.
Aya let go of Schuldig’s leg and eased the man down from the door, hissing in loss as the movement slid him out of the German’s warm body.
“Very nice,” he whispered in Schuldig’s ear.
Farfarello guided the shaking blond to take a seat on the toilet, Yohji pale and sweating, shaking, eyes wide.
"I didn't hurt him, I swear I didn't," he told Aya as he backed away from the trembling Yohji.
“I know you didn’t,” Aya said as he turned away from Schuldig to crouch down and brush a hand through Yohji’s hair. Schuldig let go of the door and worked his hands, trying to get the ridges out of his palms and the feeling back in his fingers.
*What’s wrong, Yotan,* Aya asked across their link.
The blond didn't answer, he just draped his arms around Aya and lay his head on his lover's shoulder.
Farfarello took Schuldig's hands in his and rubbed them gently, *Got any clue what's wrong with Yohji?*
*No, Farf, but he looks like he needs a drink,* Schuldig sent his mental voice sad. He frowned. *Those bastards at Kritiker have a lot to answer for.*
Aya fished in Yohji’s pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. He took one out of the pack, lit it and placed it between the blonde’s lips. “I’m here, Yotan, it’s okay.”
The blonde nodded, took a long calming inhalation from the smoke and let it out slowly. "I'm... sorry," he murmured, his gaze flicking to Farfarello. "I'm okay, didn't mean to spoil this for anyone."
Farfarello motioned to Schuldig, "We'd better go. You want a beer, Yohji?"
The blonde shook his head, "I'm okay. Thanks though."
Aya glanced up and smiled at both his team mates. They hadn‘t pried and as far as he was aware Schuldig hadn‘t gone digging in Yohji‘s head. “Thanks,” was all he said.
When they had gone he took Yohji in his arms once again. “Flashback?”
"Yeah," was the shaky response. "I thought I could handle it. But... I don't know, maybe it was the music..."
“There was music playing when they did that to you?” Aya asked, surprise evident in his tone.
"We were in the back room at a club." Yohji took another drag off the cigarette and sighed the smoke out. "Guess I ruined our evening."
“No, you didn’t ruin anything.” Aya leaned forward to kiss his lover. “Do you want to dance with me?”
"I need to clean up a little, but yeah, I'd like to dance with you."
Aya smiled and handed Yohji a wad of toilet tissue before cleaning himself off and fastening his pants.
Yohji wiped himself clean and pulled up his pants, tossing the finished cigarette into the toilet with the paper he flushed it then leaned into Aya for a kiss.
Aya’s arms went round him and pulled him closer, returning the kiss with a tenderness that he didn’t usually show and that was reserved only for Yohji.
With their bodies pressed so tightly together, Aya could easily feel something hard against his belly as they kissed.
“Did you want to dance or do something else?” he asked softly.
"We could dance, or you could figure out what to do with this hard thing in my jeans." Yohji took hold of Aya's earlobe with his teeth and bit gently.
“Oh I could think of lots of things to do with that,” Aya said with a smirk, “question is would you be up to them?”
"Oh, I'm up all right." He took Aya's hand and guided it to his erection, "Now tell me what you want to do."
“I want that…” He gave Yohji’s erection a squeeze, “…inside me. Now.”
Yohji didn't need to hear the demand a second time. He grabbed Aya and spun him around, a hand pushing between his lover's shoulder blades. "Get your pants down, now!" he ordered.
A surge of adrenaline ran through his bloodstream at the command and he was quick to obey. He got his pants and briefs round his knees in record time.
A hand cracked on his ass, hard enough to leave a handprint. "Too slow. Where's the lube?"
“In Farfarello’s pocket,” Aya gasped out.
"What?" Yohji said, leaning in close to Aya, his voice a growl in the red haired man's ear. "Then you better get those pants up and run yourself out there to get it!" Yohji thought about it for a moment, then he added, "If you aren't back in a minute there will be more punishment."
Aya sighed. “Forget the fucking lube!”
Yohji's hand cracked down on Aya's ass hard. "What was that?"
Aya pulled up his pants, glared at his lover and marched out of the men’s room to find Farfarello. It wasn’t difficult as the Irishman was propping up the bar. “Lube,” he said, “in your pocket.”
Farfarello took a sip of the beer he was holding, "In a hurry?" he asked as he fished around in his pocket for the little bottle.
“You could say that,” Aya said. He grabbed the bottle as soon as Farfarello held it out to him. “Thanks,” he called over his shoulder as he jogged back to the men’s room.
He pressed the lube into Yohji’s hand, all but tore down his pants and bent over, bracing himself against the partition.
"Too slow, babe. That took you almost two minutes," Yohji said as he smacked Aya's ass.
“So stop wasting even more time talking and get on with it!”
Yohji's eyes narrowed, "You sure you want to talk to me like that right now, Aya?" he asked quietly as he rested one hand on his lover's bare ass, fingers stroking across the heated flesh he'd just slapped.
“Yeah, I’m sure. What’re you going to do about it, Yohji?”
The blonde frowned, slammed his lover into the door of the stall and pressed him to the cold metal with all his strength. "Punish you, that's what," Yohji growled as he grabbed one of Aya's wrists, and wrapped a length of fine silk cord around it.
Aya struggled against him, knowing it would enflame his lover even more.
"Don't," Yohji snarled, ramming Aya into the door, knowing that this was what Aya wanted, what they both wanted.
Obediently Aya went still, letting Yohji do whatever he wanted.
"You asked for this. I hope you're happy." Yohji bound Aya's wrists to the framework of the stall then he pulled off his belt and folded it in half before cracking it across Aya's already reddened butt.
Aya gasped and squirmed helplessly as the belt came down. His head bent and all the fight went out of him, leaving his body relaxed. It was only then that he realised just how tense he’d really been since the incident in the restaurant.
Yohji saw the change in his lover, but decided that Aya wasn't quite ready. He bent down and blew gently across the heated skin before setting his lips lightly on the welt he'd made with the belt.
Aya groaned softly at the touch of Yohji’s lips but remained still and submissive.
“Tell me what you want, Aya,” Yohji breathed the words across his lover’s ass, so close he could feel the heat of the man’s battered skin.
“I want you, inside me, Yohji,” Aya replied so softly that the blonde had to strain to hear.
“I didn’t hear you, Aya,” Yohji said and flicked his tongue across the welt. He flipped his belt up over the wall of the stall, near enough for him to be able to grab it if the younger man decided to resist.
Aya gasped again and this time said it louder. “I want you inside me. Please Yohji.”
Yohji slicked his cock with a few drops of the lube and touched Aya’s tight entrance with a slick finger. “That what you want, baby?”
Aya pressed back against Yohji’s finger trying desperately to impale himself on it. “Yohji, please,” he moaned.
“Not what you want? Tell me, do you want this?” he asked as he slipped the finger in, but made sure he didn’t get the pleasure point that Aya wanted touched.
“Your cock. I want your cock.”
The sound of Aya’s voice drove a spike of lust into Yohji’s brain that went all the way to his cock. He pulled his finger free and guided his weeping cock into the tight heat of Aya’s body in one slow thrust.
Aya exhaled one long, relieved sigh as he was filled with satin encased steel. “Yes,” he whispered, “yes, Yohji.”
Yohji held back, not moving, slipping his hands under Aya’s shirt and running them over his lover’s chest, pinching a nipple.
“Talk to me, Aya. Tell me what you want me to do.”
Aya scowled at the door, his temper rising again. “You really want to know, Yohji? Okay, I’ll tell you. I want you to stop pussy-footing about and fuck my brains out… If you think you can.”
Yohji just sighed. “You never learn do you?” He pulled out of the red-head, groaning at the loss, but making sure Aya understood that he was going to be punished.
He pulled the belt down, folded it in half and said, “Sorry babe, but you just earned this instead.”
The belt came down hard, the crack sharply audible over the bass beat from the music.
It hurt but Aya didn’t even wince although his eyes did narrow slightly. “Which part of the word fuck don’t you understand, Kudoh?”
Yohji just smiled sweetly in return. “No katana here, Aya. Unless you’re interested in this one,” he said as he rubbed his cock along the apex of Aya’s thighs, the head bumping gently into the red-head’s scrotum.
Aya sighed like an adult dealing with a recalcitrant child. “You’re getting slightly warmer but that’s still not fucking.”
Yohji’s eyes narrowed this time. He tossed the belt over the wall where it would be ready if he needed it then thrust his cock deep into Aya. “You want to be fucked, fucked you get.”
He started to move, the pace hard and fast.
Aya groaned out his appreciation. Finally Yohji was giving him exactly what he needed. He pushed his pelvis back, trying to take his lover even deeper.
Yohji bent his knees slightly, braced one hand on the wall, the other hand gripping Aya’s hip as he thrust, harder, managing to get a little deeper, hitting the right spot with unerring skill.
“Happy now?” he growled.
The only answer Yohji received was Aya’s hitched breaths and the occasional gasp as he worked against him, trying to impale himself even harder and faster.
Yohji decided the only way to deal with Aya was to give him what he wanted. He let go of the wall and gripped Aya’s erection, stroking in time to his thrusts, driving himself into Aya so hard that the red-head’s shoulder hit the door of the stall on every inward thrust.
Finally Aya groaned out Yohji’s name and spurted over the blonde’s hand, his belly and the floor.
Yohji wrapped his other arm around Aya, pretty sure what condition his lover would be in after an orgasm like that. He thrust twice more, and came, groaning out Aya’s name softly.
Aya hung his head, still panting quite hard, all the fight gone. His bound wrists hung over Yohji’s supporting arm and he vaguely hoped the blonde remembered that he had no real way to hold himself up.
Yohji kissed the side of Aya’s neck and held him close, waiting until the red-head had full possession of his motor skills.
“Was it good or should I give up trying to please you?”
“It… was…more than… good, Yohji, thank… you,” Aya said quietly. “I… I’m sorry I was so… vicious.” His words were still punctuated by his hitching breath.
Yohji smiled, “I know what the problem is, Aya. You aren’t pissed at me, it’s Brad you’re ready to strangle.” He started to pull at the cord around Aya’s wrists, trying to untie his lover with only one hand. A hand liberally coated with semen. He smiled and licked his fingers then tried again.
Aya leaned against him, too drained to do much more right now. “He had no right to speak to her that…” He stopped, an uncertain smile forming. “It did have the desired effect though, damn the man!”
“Yeah that it did,” Yohji agreed as he got the cord off of Aya and shoved it into his pocket. “His methods seem to suit the situation. He had to get Zeshin pissed off and it worked.”
Yohji looked ruefully at his bitten hand. It wasn’t deep, but it was sore.
“You should get Kai to deal with that,” Aya said as he struggled to pull up his pants. The task defeated him and he leaned back against the partition, eyes closed as he attempted to get his body back under control.
“Lean against me, Aya, I’ll get you back in your clothes.” He pulled Aya’s pants up, managing to cup Aya’s balls and run his fingers along the man’s cock, as he did it.
Aya shook his head in mock despair at these antics although there was a fond smile on his face. “Well, I think us dancing together is going to be out of the question now. I’ll be lucky if I’m able to walk straight let alone dance.”
“Poor baby, and you a tough assassin and all,” Yohji teased. “Maybe I’ll dance with Schu for a bit. Would you mind?”
“No, as long as I’m not expected to sit down and watch you. Just get me a drink and find a wall to prop me against and I’ll be fine.” Body now under better control he straightened up, wincing a little as he did so.
Yohji stroked his hand over Aya’s sore ass, “You’re going to need a long hot bath when we get home.” He nibbled Aya’s earlobe and whispered, “Sounds nice, doesn’t it? Home. But that’s anywhere you are for me anyway.”
Aya nodded. “Yeah, it does sound good, Yohji. The nearest I’ve ever come to a home since mine was blown up is the Koneko and that’s pretty damned pathetic when you stop to think about it.” He smiled at his lover. “But that hot bath sounds wonderful.”
“Well truthfully, I’d rather go home with you than hang out here. I’ve decided that I don’t really need any of this now. I’m not trying to drown my past in booze, or forget that I love someone that has no clue I exist.
“Maybe Aya-chan and Zeshin will want to go home or Ken and Nagi. We can leave the others here if they want to stay.”
“Now your speaking my language, Yotan,” Aya said with a smile. He wrapped his arms round Yohji’s neck and kissed him.
Yohji zipped himself up as he returned the kiss, their mouths and tongues engaged in a languid dance, speaking silently of devotion and love.
Aya gazed up into green eyes. “Let’s get out of here,” he said.
“That an order?” Yohji asked as he unlatched the stall door, ignoring the stares from a couple of the men who were in the washroom.
“No more orders, Yohji, not tonight,” Aya said softly, totally ignoring the men as if they weren’t even there until one of them called out the word ‘fags.’ Then he turned, pinned the offender with an icy stare and said, “So what? Neither of us is going to bother you.”
Yohji turned his jade eyes on the men, “I’ve fucked more women than you’ve probably spoken to,” he snapped. “And none of them came close what I’ve got right here in my arms, so fuck off.”
He kicked open the door that led into the club, his arm around Aya.
Aya leaned against him, totally sated and almost totally exhausted. Only his renowned focus was keeping him upright and moving forward at all.
Yohji managed to get Aya back to the table where they’d left everyone, but there was no one at the table. He scanned the dance floor and wound up staring. Crawford? Dancing? With Kai. It was too much. Who would have believed the uptight bastard could dance, much less do it well?
Aya looked around and spotted Zeshin and Aya-chan at the bar. He beckoned them over and asked if they wanted to stay or go home. He was quite amused when his sister looked to Zeshin to make the decision.
The boy looked at Aya-chan, “What do you want to do?” The truth was, he’d be perfectly happy to leave, the decibel level of the music was making his head ache.
Yohji slipped his arm around Aya, and gave him the support he knew the slender man needed.
“I think I’d like to go home,” Aya-chan said. The truth was that the club was boring her and she wanted to talk to Zeshin somewhere where she could hear herself think. She turned to Yohji. “Can they squeeze six people into one car?” she asked.
“If they’re friendly,” Yohji replied with a grin. “Let me go ask Ken and Nagi what they want...” Yohji shook his head, “Blonde moment, I can ask without going over there can’t I?”
He focused on trying to reach Ken, gave up and tried for Nagi instead. *Hey, you two want to go back to the house?*
*Yohji? Are you leaving? If so you’re a life-saver!* Nagi’s mental voice was relieved. Seemingly the youngest Schwarz didn’t like nightclubs.
*Yes. Aya’s tired and Zeshin is getting a headache.*
Zeshin put his hands over his ears, his eyes half closed against the growing pain in his skull.
*Okay, we’ll meet you at the door.*
Aya-chan put a comforting arm round Zeshin. “Let’s get out of this noise, please,” she called.
Yohji led them to the door, keeping an arm around Aya as he got them through the crowd and out the door.
Nagi and Ken appeared just a few moments later, both of them looking relieved. Nagi raised his eyebrows at Yohji. “I thought you’d want to stay for hours yet,” he said.
They were just heading for the car when Ken suddenly started howling with laughter, the soccer player bent double with mirth, eyes on the swordsman.
Dangling from the back of Aya’s trousers was Yohji’s belt, but it looked for all the world like a cat’s tail in the neon glare of the street signs.
Aya glanced back over his shoulder, wondering what on earth was wrong with his team mate. “What the hell’s so funny, Hidaka?”
Ken pointed at Aya’s ass and said, “T.. tail! You’ve got a cat tail!”
Aya glanced down and blushed furiously. He reached back and yanked the belt but the buckle was caught on his waistband. “Shit!”
Yohji couldn’t help himself. He started to chuckle, “Good thing that never happened at the Koneko. The fangirls would have been squeeing like dolphins for weeks.”
“Shi-ne, Kudoh,” Aya muttered. Ken still hadn’t shut up so he said it again, louder and with Hidaka on the end.
Ken knew he could only die once. “Aww... the kitty’s going to scratch me wif his widdle biddy claws.”
Yohji tried to stop himself, but he couldn’t help it and broke out laughing. He grabbed Aya’s ‘tail’ and tugged gently.
“You better be careful Hidaka. Abyssinian’s got one big mean claw,” Zeshin warned. “And a long memory for being insulted. Ask Takatori Reiji.” Aya had twitched his ‘tail’ out of Yohji’s grasp and thwacked him with it by now but Zeshin’s words made him smirk at the younger man.
Nagi, meanwhile, had given his idiot boyfriend a telekinetic slap upside the head. “Grow up, Ken!”
Ken rubbed the side of his head and grinned. “What and turn out like any of these guys? No thanks!”
Nagi chuckled softly and grabbed his arm. “I like you just the way you are, Ken. Cute, dumb and cuddly.”
“Wow, thanks!” Ken said, playing dumb jock, scratching his head and looking as stupid as he could manage-- which was pretty damned stupid at that.
Aya turned round to smile at Nagi before getting into the car with a slight hiss of pain.
The others climbed into the car and closed the door. Yohji looked at Aya, “You going to be okay until we get home?”
“I’ll be fine, Yohji. Just drive. I want that bath.” He rested his weight on his feet, lifted his ass off the seat and undid his pants. Pulling the belt free he handed it to Yohji without a word, fastened his pants and sat back down, slowly and carefully.
“What in hell did you do to him Kudoh?’ Ken asked as he noticed that Aya was trying to keep his ass off the seat.
“Ken, it’s none of your business in the first place, and in the second place, Aya-chan is in the car, and I’m sure she doesn’t need or even want to know,” Zeshin stated softly.
Aya-chan simply blushed and buried her face in Zeshin’s shoulder. Nagi, however, dug his boyfriend in the ribs. “You just don’t know when to shut up, do you?” he asked with a grin.
“He never did,” Aya snarled from the front seat.
Now it was Ken’s turn to blush. “Gomen,” he muttered and fell silent, gaze going to the window.
The rest of the drive was silent and, when they finally reached the house, Aya lost no time in getting out of the car. He didn’t go very far though, simply leaning against the roof and taking deep breaths.
Yohji got out of the car and motioned Ken to go get the door open. He walked around to where Aya was standing and picked up his lover in his arms, “I’ve got you, baby.”
Aya made no protest at all, simply twining his arms round Yohji’s neck and nestling his face against blonde hair. He breathed in the scent of the vanilla scented shampoo Yohji had used earlier and sighed contentedly. He might be aching and sore but he was perfectly happy, Ken aside.
Yohji hit the porch at about the same time Ken got the door open, the brunet standing aside to let his team mates pass. Despite being reprimanded for asking a too personal question he was really starting to worry about Aya. The man had changed so much in the last couple of months and he wasn’t used to such passive acceptance from the red-haired man.
The old Aya would have snarled at Yohji, pushed him away, insisted he could walk. But this new Aya... he was becoming a stranger to the ex-goalie.
Yohji carried Aya into their room and gently put him down on the bed, turning him as he did to that Aya was face down, his tender ass in contact with nothing. “I’m sorry Aya, I guess I hit you too hard.”
“The belt wasn’t the problem, Yohji,” Aya said with a small smile. “It was the pounding you gave me afterwards. Don’t worry, I’ll get my own back sooner or later.”
He tipped his head to one side, a sure sign that he was thinking. “I need to go back to…what was it you used to call me? Oh, yes, the Ice Prince. I need to go back to being him in public I think. Poor Ken seemed really shocked tonight and I don’t want him thinking he can get away with everything.”
“Ice Prince was close,” Yohji admitted, his own expression thoughtful. “And you do act very different, but,” he smiled, “so do I.” He sat down on the bed, “Let me get you undressed and then I’ll go turn the water on.”
He reached for Aya’s shirt, working it carefully over his lover’s head.
“Yeah, that’s all very well,” Aya said, his words muffled by the shirt, “but if he thinks I’ve gone soft, when we’re up against Rosenkreuz, it could have serious consequences.”
The blonde got the shirt off over Aya’s head and tossed it aside. “I hadn’t thought of it from that angle. I guess you could be right.” Yohji reached for Aya’s left boot.
Aya lifted his leg off the bed to help his lover. “Nothing changes between us, Yohji. I told you, I’ll never let you go. But from tonight it has to stay in the bedroom until we’re either safe…or dead.”
“If that’s what you want, Aya, then,” he shrugged, ‘I’m not going to argue with it.” He pulled the boot off and dropped it onto the floor, reaching for the other one.
Aya lifted his right leg and rested his head on his forearms. “I love you, Yohji,” he whispered.
The blond laughed, the sound easy, happy, “So I’ve heard.”
Aya’s head came off his arms far enough for him to glare at his lover. “Don’t get cocky,” he warned.
The laughter and the smile died. “Sure Aya.” It stung, but Yohji hid the instant of hurt well. He’d had enough practice over the years at hiding things.
But Aya had spent years watching Yohji and he noticed immediately. “Oh shit, Yohji, it was meant to be a joke. I’m sorry.”
Yohji nodded, “Sure, okay,” he said, but the smile was a bit more guarded, and the laughter was gone. He dropped the other boot to the floor and reached for Aya’s pants, “Let’s get you out of those and I’ll go start the water.”
Aya closed his eyes on his own pain. Why did he always have to screw things up? He’d been right to believe he didn’t deserve love especially as he seemed to kill it when it was given to him. “Whatever,” he muttered.
Yohji’d had enough of both of them acting like overly emotional school girls. He swatted Aya on the ass, “Ice Bitch, that’s what I use to call you.”
He grabbed a handful of Aya’s hair, locked his mouth to Aya’s and kissed him deeply.
“Ice Bitch, that was it,” Aya said when they both came up for air. “Prince did seem a bit over the top.” He chuckled and lifted his hips off the bed so Yohji could pull his pants down. “So, about that bath…”
“I’ll get it started, just give me a second, I want to make sure you aren’t damaged,” he said as he eased Aya’s pants completely off and tossed those in the general direction of the shirt. He touched Aya’s ass cheeks, and spread them carefully.
Aya hissed a little as pressure was applied to the belt welts but stayed still for Yohji’s inspection. “I think some salt in the bath water will do the trick,” he said. “I don’t feel like I’m bleeding, just tender.”
“This is going to hurt, but I want to make sure you aren’t bleeding. If you are hot water will make it worse.” Yohji pulled the last of the lube out of his pocket and coated one finger. Going easy he pushed it inside Aya and then pulled it free.
“No blood. You’re just bruised in a very tender spot.” Yohji let Aya’s butt go. “Guess you’ll be fucking me for a few days, huh?”
A slow smile spread over Aya’s features. “Oh, yes please!”