Yohji pushed his sunglasses farther up his nose and watched the group of boys playing baseball. He was in dire need of a smoke and a beer, and was cut off from both, worse, he was hot, sweaty and wearing a pair of shorts and a camp guide�s polo shirt, and feeling totally out of his element. Sports had been Ken�s thing, not his. He barely knew what baseball was all about, and had been studying the rules for two days just to be able to fake it.
Zeshin was seated under a tree, chatting quietly with another boy and a pair of girls who looked very much as if they were hanging on his every word.
The blond hadn�t noticed it before-- probably because he�d been too annoyed with Kritiker for assigning the new kids to Weiss-- but Zeshin was very attractive. Pale and painfully shy, but the girls followed him around, mooning over him.
It was just as bad with Kai, the girls following him like moths dancing around a candle.
It made him sad, bringing back memories of the fangirls that had tormented them at the Koneko. And it hurt because after all these months of sorrow for their lost team mates they weren�t even dead. He felt numb, betrayed, and he was fairly sure Aya felt the same way.
Aya brought his literature workshop to an end and stared out of the window at the backs of the departing kids. He was still brooding over Omi's deception and the fact that the little shit had lied to all three of his so-called family. He doubted if he would ever forgive him.
On a happier note, both Bengal and Singapura had taken well to their roles and were settled in nicely with the other kids. Given enough time he might even accept them as part of the team. Trust, now, was out of the question. He could trust nobody, not even Yohji, anymore. He'd trusted in Weiss and look where that had gotten him.
Yohji glanced at his watch. Lunch time and his first real break of the day. His first real chance to speak with Aya. He blew the whistle hanging on the cord around his neck and motioned the kids toward the large hall where meals were served. �That�s it, head to lunch!� he shouted.
Laughing and being loud the kids put the baseball gear back into the box where it went and Yohji stepped into the cool shade of Aya�s classroom.
�God, I want a cigarette so bad,� he told the red-head as he leaned against the doorjamb. �Fucking people sending me here.�
"It's our half day. If you stop whining I might be prepared to drive you out into the countryside so you can have a smoke or three," Aya said with the merest hint of a smile. "Besides, we need to compare notes away from prying eyes and minds."
Something dark and unpleasant surfaced in Yohji�s eyes. �Yeah, we do,� he agreed, the look telling Aya he�d discovered something they dared not talk about near the campground.
Zeshin darted in, glanced at the pair of men, and smiled shyly, playing the schoolboy nicely. He bowed to both of them, �I brought my assignment, Fujimiya-sensei,� he said as he walked up to Aya and placed a notebook on the man�s desk.
His amber gaze flicked to the window subtly, and the red-haired man could see another boy standing outside not too far away.
�Come on Yukio, we�re going to miss getting lunch if you don�t hurry!�
"Thank you, Yukio." Aya said nodding slightly to let Zeshin know he'd got the message. "If you should see Jin on your travels, perhaps you could let him know....his assignment is also due."
"He can leave it until this evening as I shall be off the camp grounds for the afternoon. In fact both of you could have that extra tutelage I promised if you stop by my room at around nine pm."
Zeshin bowed, �I will tell him Fujimiya-sensei.� He walked out, keeping to the slow pace his poor health was supposed to keep him to for their cover.
Sure he'd got his message across, Aya packed up his materials and led the way to his Porsche.
Yohji followed Aya, only too glad at the thought of getting away from the hoard of kids and the sun for the rest of the day. As soon as Aya had the door open the blond poured himself into the seat and reached for the glove compartment where he had his smokes.
Aya started the car and drove away from the camp. "That bad, huh?" he asked with a very slight grin. When he was several miles away and parked up in deep woodland he turned off the engine and glanced at Yohji. "What have you got?"
Yohji got out of the car and lit up, taking a long drag of his smoke before he answered. �Yeah that bad,� he admitted taking a second long slow inhale. He held out his hand to Aya so the other man could see how badly he was shaking. �Going cold turkey like this is killing me,� he explained. Aya knew he wasn�t talking about the cigarettes either.
�Other than the shakes what I�ve is an invitation to a special meeting with Miya. She says she can help me, and that she knows I�m--� he frowned, �not well.�
Aya's heart sank. Another damned woman was going to be involved in Yohji's life. "Do you think she's a Rosenkreuz agent?" he asked quietly. And if she was, what sort of damage could she do inside Yohji's head? God, how he hated Omi, or Mamoru, at this moment.
�I�d bet Seven that she�s Rosenkreuz, Aya. She made my skin crawl.� He stared at his cigarette, �Ever feel like a fly in a web? Her smile made me think of a spider.�
Aya nodded. He'd had a similar response to his immediate superior, but had put it down to his normal dislike of most of the female gender. To hear Yohji, of all people, say the same thing was disturbing.
"Are you intending to take her up on her offer?" he asked.
Yohji looked morose as he nodded. �Mission and all that shit,� he muttered. �I just...� he crushed the butt of the cigarette out under his sneaker and stared into the distance of memory. His voice was a pained whisper as he said, �I don�t like missions with women as targets.�
"If she is a target, I'll deal with her," Aya said. "I know you prefer to protect women rather than harm them." He was silent for a moment, gazing off into the trees. "Do you think she is like Schwarz with their sort of powers?"
�Our mission brief said we�d be encountering more like Schwarz, but I don�t know about her for certain. She probably isn�t the only woman we�ll have to take down Aya. I can�t expect you to handle it every time we have to kill a woman. I know what you�ve been doing for me, and...� His voice trailed off, something pained and sad in his eyes, �I love you for trying to shield me from that kind of pain.�
He turned to face Aya making an abrupt change of the subject, because he�d used a word he still wasn�t sure Aya could hear and not react negatively over. �What did the kid give you?�
Aya had heard Yohji but, apart from a strange little lurch in his gut and a feeling of warmth flowing through him, he didn't react. Time for all that when they weren't locked into undercover personas.
"Some of the kids here are...different than the others. Gifted perhaps or having some other reason for Rosenkreuz' interest. Bengal and Singapura have been pointing them out to me. Interestingly enough, Singapura won't go anywhere near the soccer coach as his... instincts are screaming at him that the man is a 'talent' of some kind."
�Well at least his cover gives him a reason to stay clear of the guy. Yohji walked around the car to stand closer to Aya, looking down at his team mate�s pale violet eyes. �So we�ve got the soccer coach, your boss and the senior counsellor.� He pulled another cigarette from the dwindling pack and lit it, his expression thoughtful as he thought about the slim information they had.
�I�ve noticed a couple of the kids do act...� he frowned, �different. Not that they don�t act like other kids, but they aren�t like them. Do you follow me?�
"Yes, I've seen it in my workshops. Hard to put a finger on but somehow they remind me of Naoe Nagi, quiet, reserved..." He shivered slightly. "They're somewhat unnerving. Whether they're victims or participants is hard to decide, so Singapura and Bengal are trying to find out. It may be that they are the reason for this place being here, that they're being subtly recruited."
�Or maybe the kids are here to help recruit others. Like that boy, Sugase Goemon. He�s the stocky kid that studies with you in the morning. He�s got a nasty temper, almost reminds me of Ken but other than that he pretty much keeps to himself. Anyway, he got angry and kicked a tree and it sent bark flying. I don�t think Ken could have done what this kid did.
�Now the reason I think he�s helping recruit is the fact I�ve seen him watching Zeshin. He never gets too close,but he keeps pretty close tabs on him, like he suspects something.�
Aya sighed in frustration. "I just wish we knew more about Rosenkreuz. Obviously their agenda is similar to Esset's, world domination through the use of psychics and mind control but to what end?" He gave Yohji a sidelong glance, wondering how he would react to the idea he'd had.
"We do know people who would know," he said slowly, "and they do seem to want to be free of Esset and Rosenkreuz."
The blonde�s jade gaze regarded Aya, incredulity changing to serious consideration that blossomed into grudging aquiescence. �Kritiker won�t like it you know, but what we don�t tell them can�t hurt us either.� He leaned against Aya�s car, cigarette dangling out of his mouth, �The question is, how to contact them? It�s not like we can look them up in the phone book, can we?�
"Schuldig is a telepath. He would hear if we sent word. I...I block him most of the time. I think Crawford can see my future, but Schuldig can't get into my head. It bothers me sometimes. Makes me wonder if I'm like them. What I'm saying here is that I could let Schuldig in, let him read me, rather than try to send thoughts to him. The novelty of getting in my head at all should attract him."
There was nothing pleasant in the expression Yohji turned on Aya, �Are you nuts? Giving that psychotic German access to your mind would like sticking lit dynamite in your ear.�
He dropped his cigarette and gripped Aya�s upper arms, finger digging painfully into the man�s biceps as he shook him as if he wanted to rattle some sense into his team mate, �Not. A. Fucking. Chance!�
Aya pulled away, rubbing automatically at the bruises on his arms. "It's my mind, Yohji, so it's my decision. And, like it or not, we need help!"
The blonde looked stricken, �Aya...� the man�s name came out a broken whisper, �if something happens to you...�
In the blink of an eye the pain was gone, replaced by the slightly angered mask of Yohji�s mission face. �Yeah, sure. Good idea.�
He backed away, picking up his dropped cigarette and sticking it back into his mouth, his back to Aya. He didn�t know what to do anymore, didn�t know what to say to get the hardheaded man to understand. One minute Aya was confessing feeling for him, the next he was pushing him away.
Confused, lost, Yohji did the only thing he could. He shut off his feelings for the man. It would only interfere with their mission anyway, and that was all that really mattered to Aya right now. The fucking mission.
"Yohji...please, look at it from my perspective. If you're intending to put your self at risk by accepting that woman's help, I need to be sure that you'll come to no harm by doing so. I can't protect you from a 'talent'. Only another 'talent' can do that. And, whether we want them or not, we are responsible for Singapura and Bengal."
�Aya, we�re all risking our lives here. You, those kids, me. That never changes, we�re Weiss and whether we like it or not, so are they now.�
�I just don�t think Schwarz is going to do anything but fuck with us the way they always have.� He turned a very pragmatic look on Aya, �But you�re right, we don�t stand a snowball�s chance on a stove if we�re up against talents like Schwarz. Sure we held out own at the Ani, more or less..� he sighed, �mostly less, but I think we�re way out of our depth here.�
He took another pull of the cigarette, �But, let me be the one to try getting their attention. If they don�t hear me or chose not to, well then you can give it a try.�
Aya shook his head. "You're not listening to me, Yohji. For you to get their attention, you would need to actually project your thoughts. Any 'talent' here would pick that up instantly and your cover would be blown. All I have to do is drop my shields. That should go unnoticed long enough to get Schuldig's attention. It's less of a risk."
"I don't believe, when he sees what we're doing here, that he will mess with my mind the way he did with...Omi's."
�Aya you don�t know what that prick might do.� He frowned, �And what makes you think Schuldig would even notice you anyway? We don�t even know where in hell Schwarz is. They could be anywhere. But I�ll ask this again, why would he even notice?
"Because my mind interests him, purely because he can't get in. He'll notice."
�And when are you planning his little mental rendezvous?�
"We could do it now. We're far enough away from the camp on our free afternoon not to attract any attention."
Aya swallowed hard, never comfortable with his emotions. "I'd rather you were with me when I try...just in case anything goes wrong."
Yohji nodded, �I�d rather I was with you too, Aya.� He stared at nothing again for a moment before adding, �What I�d rather is that you don�t do it at all.� He glanced back down the road toward the camp, �You�re worried about them sensing me, and I think that�s a bit stupid, I�m not a talent so what�s to sense?�
He considered his next words carefully, �Maybe Schuldig�s fascination with you might have a good cause. Have you considered you just might be like them? A talent?�
�Consider this too. We were told Zeshin is a lab experiment performed by his parents. But we weren�t told exactly who his parents worked for, were we?�
Aya nodded, taking all Yohji's points and arguments on board. Zeshin was special, a sort of talent in his own right. And Yohji, with the way he picked up on their feelings, was obviously more than normally empathic. But he was still the leader, the one who would make the decisions and take the risks. As for his being a talent, hadn't he held his own against both Crawford and Farfarello? Hadn't he spotted Schuldig, hiding and manipulating, the night Ouka had died? Hadn't his sister been chosen by the elders because she didn't age in her coma? There was obviously something in his genetic make-up. Something that he kept buried beneath carefully constructed shields.
"I know there is something about me that is not dissimilar to Schwarz," he said. "I've known it for some time and deliberately tried to ignore it. But if we are expected to walk into the lion�s den then I need to face whatever it is and learn how to use it."
�When do we do this? Now? Here?� Yohji asked. He really didn�t like the idea, but Aya had too many points and there was no denying how deep the water they were treading was getting. This was far over their heads and he was worried they were going to sink.
It was a worry he�d had since they�d seen the tape Biman had brought. Omi alive playing Persia.
But that hadn�t been Omi. The young man�s voice had been cool and too hard for the boy he remebered.
Takatori, his mind had whispered that night. Not Tsukiyono Omi. No, that had been a Takatori speaking to them.
So much had changed since the Ani collapsed into the waves.
He looked into Aya�s pale violet eyes. Without giving the other man any warning he grabbed him and placed a burning kiss on his mouth.
Aya went stiff as a board for all of a second before melting into Yohji's kiss and wrapping his arms around the taller man. He knew it was dangerous to let any sort of relationship, outside of professional, develop between them but it was already too late. He craved Yohji's warmth like a moth craved light.
One of Yohji�s hands wandered down Aya�s back, coming to rest on the man�s hard ass. He backed Aya against the car, the kiss gettng even more heated until he broke it off, gasping for breath, his stiff cock pressing Aya�s hipbone. Jade eyes were warmed by lust as he caressed the man�s cheek.
�Just in case we buy it this time, I want you to know something,� Yohji told him, his voice gone harsh from the passion hammering through his body, beating in his racing pulse. �I want you. I have for over a year, but I knew there wasn�t any hope or any chance for a relationship. Not with you, not for me. You said things in the car that night I got drunk that made me realize you wanted me as much as I wanted you.�
He brushed his thumb over Aya�s bottom lip, traced the shape of his mouth. �I keep having this dream. You�re bloody and unmoving, not breathing, lying on the concrete with your katana still clutched in your hand. It scares the shit out of me, Aya because I know if you�re gone there�s nothing left for me in this whole shitty world but a piece of wire around my own neck and a fast drop into the dark.�
Aya's breath came in shuddering gasps as Yohji pulled away. He wanted to grab him, to keep him held close against his body, but now Yohji was speaking. It took him a second or two to make sense of what the blond was saying but when he did he pressed a finger against Yohji's lips to silence him.
"You think I don't have the same damned nightmares?" he growled. "Why do you think I tried to stay so aloof? We both seek death every day, every night, that we fight as Weiss. We're both living on borrowed time. The question is, what are we going to do with that time?"
Yohji lowered his head to breathe in the scent of the man in his arms, �You�re going to let Schuldig find you, and then we�re going to find a hotel room and fuck until we have to return to our miserable job of catching dark beasts for Kritiker, that�s what we�re going to do.� And the tone that the blond used showed he wasn�t going to accept any deviation from his plan.
Aya nodded his agreement, having too many similar desires to even contemplate arguing. He leaned against Yohji for a moment before pulling right away and letting his mental shields drop.
*Ach! We were wondering how long it would take you to figure out how to contact us.* Schuldig's mental voice held no trace of his usual sneer. *There is much that you need to know. Bring Balinese and meet us at the Sapporo Hilton tomorrow night. On no account are you to bring Singapura. Bengal is better out of the loop until we can come up with some plans. But on no account should Balinese take up the woman's offer!*
The link was cut abruptly and Aya came back to himself with a gasp.
Yohji wrapped his arms around Aya, steadying the younger man. It had taken hardly a few seconds before the man was looking at him again. The words speed of thought came to mind and he frowned. �You okay? I�d ask if you made contact, but I get the feeling you did just from the look on your face.�
"I'm fine." There was the usual impatience with anyone fussing over him. "They want you and I to meet them in Sapporo tomorrow night. At the Hilton Hotel there." He frowned. "Singapura must not know of the meeting and you are to stay away from Miya. You must not accept her offer of help."
He sighed, tired of it all. "Let's go to that hotel that you were talking about."
�What about the mission? We can�t just walk out of the camp tomorrow night. I�m supposed to be on evening shift to watch over the kids.�
He shook his head, �And why can�t we tell Singapura?� he relented almost immediately, �Yeah, let�s find that hotel and forget all this crap for a while,� he agreed giving Aya another kiss before he walked to the passenger�s side of the car. �I don�t even want to think about any of this, but I don�t know how I�m going to get out of meeting with Miya. She�ll be expecting me. I�ll at least have to talk to her and tell her I don�t need any help.�
Aya climbed into the car and turned to stare at Yohji. "Do what normal workers do," he said, "swop shifts with someone!"
�I�ll ask, Aya, but I don�t know if anyone will trade with me.� He rubbed his chin, �I�ll need a good story about why I need the night off. Maybe tell them I need to wire some money to my mother or something. I�ll figure it out.�
Aya turned the ignition and pulled onto the road. "As for Miya, when is your meeting?"
�Tonight at around ten, after all the kids are asleep.�
Damn! Yohji would see her before their meeting with Schwarz. "Just stall her for a while," he said. "Tell her you'll think about it or something."
�Yeah. Sure Aya,� he agreed, wondering exactly what the German asshole had said to his team mate to spook the man so bad.
"I mean it, Yohji. Schuldig was quite emphatic about it. You must not accept her offer of help. I'm guessing that Crawford has seen something about it."
He drove for a short while. "Er...which hotel are we going to?"
�Wherever you like. I�ve got money,� Yohji told the other man. �I just want air conditioning and a nice soft bed.� He grinned, �That and a bottle of lube and I�m set.�
Aya produced one of his rare blushes at that remark. He was as impatient as Yohji in his own way. "Local town then," he said.
* * * * * * *
The doors of the elevator had barely closed on them before Yohji had Aya pinned to the wall, his mouth clamped to Aya�s in a kiss that boarded somewhere between possessive and pure desperation. A hand splayed across Aya�s ass, fingers gripping to half lift the red-haired man off his feet.
A quiet ping heralded their arrival on the correct floor and Aya pushed Yohji away until they could reach their room. He did however grab Yohji's hand and pull him down the corridor, impatient to find the right room.
Yohji swiped the key card through the lock when they reached their room, the blond shoving the door open with his foot as he pulled Aya inside, hauling the smaller man to him tightly as he kicked the door shut.
It hadn�t even swung fully closed and he was already pulling Aya�s shirt off over the younger man�s head. �I want to feel your skin,� he said as he bent down to gently bite Aya at the juncture of neck and shoulder, his tongue sweeping across the pale skin as he wrapped both arms around the red-head and lifted him totally off his feet.
For once in his life, Aya gave in to his desires and, with a small whimper of lust, clung to Yohji, letting the older man do whatever he wanted.
He didn't find it particularly easy to lose this much of his self-control, but something was telling him that this was the only way to go if he really wanted to enjoy the experience.
The blonde wasn�t wasting any time. They only had a few hours and he intended for them to be hours that neither of them would ever forget. He broke contact with Aya�s skin and set the man down, dropping to his knees in front of Aya.
�I want to see all of you, every inch,� he almost growled as he reached for the button of Aya�s pants, opening them and yanking down the zipper in an almost fierce display of lust.
The pants and underwear were pulled down, freeing and exposing him to Yohji�s burning gaze.
He stood, naked and trembling, his hands buried in Yohji's wavy hair. Then some sense reasserted itself. "Why am I the only one naked here?"
�Because I�m worshiping the beauty of your cock at the moment, Aya.� Yohji licked his lips at the hard cock right in front of his nose before he opened his mouth and darted his tongue out to lap gently at the bead of precum he saw glistening like a drop of candy just for him.
Aya gasped at the almost forgotten sensations that were running through his body from that one point where Yohji's tongue was lapping at his cock. His fingers clenched, grabbing handfuls of Yohji's hair before he forced himself to relax them rather than hurt...his lover. Those two words were novel but he didn't have the time, or the inclination, to consider them right now.
The blond swept his tongue over the head of Aya�s cock, tasting him, a pleased smile on his lips as he felt the swordsman�s hands clutching tightly in his hair. The bit of slight pain made his already hard cock jump in reaction.
He stopped what he was doing to blow cool air across the dampness he�d left, teasing a bit before he opened his mouth and swallowed Aya down in a single swift movement.
One of Aya's hands moved from Yohji's hair to his shoulder in order to steady himself. He resisted the urge to simply fuck Yohji's mouth and instead let the blonde take the lead. A small part of his mind was screaming at him about his lack of control but he calmly told it to take a jump in the lake.
Gripping Aya�s butt with one hand to help steady his team mate, Yohji slid his mouth along Aya�s erection, licking and sucking, a soft moan of pleasure vibrating through his lover�s cock as he let Aya hear his enjoyment of what he was doing.
And Yohji did enjoy it. It felt good to be on his knees with Aya�s cock in his mouth after so many months of wanting just that.
He took the full length of Aya in, feeling the head slide along the back of his throat as his nose restedd in the bright red pubic hair. He reached up with his free hand and caressed the man�s balls, rubbing gently to increase the pleasure he was giving Aya.
A shudder passed through him and a few tears seeped from his jade eyes. His Aya. His and his alone for as long as they had together.
He clamped his will down, refusing to ruin what they were sharing with fears of the future. There could only be now. Aya�s cock in his mouth, his hands on the pale skin. The taste of Aya on his tongue.
Now. This moment. It had to be theirs forever.
Because there might not be a tomorrow.
Above him, Aya gasped and moaned at the pleasure that was building in him. A pleasure long forgotten and ignored only to reawaken with a vengeance now. Pleasure more intense than any he had ever felt before even with Yuushi. "Yohji," he gasped, "Yohji, I'm going to...." Then his world dissolved into pure, unadulterated bliss as he spilled into the warmth of Yohji's mouth with a cry.
He swallowed Aya�s cum, enjoying the taste and feel of it as it spilled into his mouth, gently licking and sucking until the flesh was totally limp.
Then he got to his feet and kissed Aya hard, pulling the man tightly to him as if trying to merge their skin, flesh and bone into a single being.
Panting, jade eyes hot with desire he caressed Aya�s cheek, �Are you mine Aya?�
Aya returned to a sense of his surroundings just in time to hear Yohji's question. "Yours," he said quietly, knowing it was the truth, "and you're mine." He pushed Yohji back onto the bed, quickly straddling his hips to keep him there. "Mine and mine alone. No more damned women!" His voice was fierce and his eyes intent as he stared down at the beautiful man beneath him. Then he leaned forward and planted a searing kiss on Yohji's lips.
Yohji wrapped his arms around the younger man, his lips parting under the assault of Aya�s mouth, their tongues sparring, wrestling, tasting and touching. The blond groaned and rubbed his still clothed groin against Aya�s ass, enjoying the teasing he was putting himself through.
Aya broke off the kiss and lifted his head to gaze down at Yohji. "Clothes off, Kudoh," he growled and started tugging at the blonde's shirt.
�As my master orders,� the blond replied, grinning. Yohji fairly ripped his shirt off, tossing it aside. He kicked off his shoes and reached for the button of his shorts.
But Aya slapped his hands away and undid the button himself, pulling at the sides of the shorts to let the zip open as he slowly unpeeled them. He then climbed off Yohji and eased shorts and boxers down Yohji's legs and off, dropping them on the floor as he gazed at the blonde's body for the first time. "Beautiful," he breathed.
Yohji smiled, the faintest touch of color rising to his cheeks. He couldn�t remember the last time he�d blushed, but Aya brought one to his face just the way he�d said the single word.
�I�m glad you approve,� he murmured, teasing, as he ran his hands over Aya�s thighs, feeling hard muscle under his hands and liking it.
�Oh, and Aya, about no women?� He grinned, �I�ll agree on one condition.�
Aya's eyes narrowed slightly as they rose to Yohji's face. "What condition is that?" he demanded, death glare firmly in place.
Yohji saw the look on his lover�s face, the man�s beauty capturing his heart in an unbreakable trap as it had done from the first day he�d met the man. He found himself wondering why he�d never just told Aya how he felt, why he threw himself at woman after woman.
�Never leave me, Aya. Promise you won�t leave me,� he murmured, reaching up to touch the man�s face. �You can be as much of a bastard to me as you want or need to be, just don�t leave me.�
Aya's face softened at Yohji's words. "I promise I won't leave you," he said, "and I'll try not to be too much of a bastard." He stretched out along the side of the older man and pressed their bodies together, loving the feel of Yohji's skin against his own.
Yohji rolled onto his side and gazed into Aya�s eyes, �Fine. Now I�ll make a couple of promises to you. First no more women and second..� he took a deep breath, �no more getting drunk.�
Aya shook his head. "No, Yohji," he said softly, "if you want a few beers, that's fine. Just...if you're drinking just to stop the pain, come and talk to me instead."
Yohji moved just far enough that he could kiss the side of Aya�s neck, "I�m becoming an alcoholic, I�ve got to quit before it kills me.� He took Aya into his embrace and gently kissed the man�s face, �If I�ve got you I won�t need the booze anymore.�
"You've got me," Aya whispered back, "I simply never realized it before."
�Good. Now shut the fuck up and kiss me,� he ordered as he dragged the red-haired man closer and locked their mouths together in a fiercely passionate kiss.
Aya sighed but responded to the kiss with equal fervor, giving in to sensation rather than thinking too much.
For a while all Yohji did was kiss the red-head, his hands roaming the man�s body, caressing and touching, reveling in the feel of the pale skin under his palms.
Yohji�s cock was pressed to Aya�s thigh, leaving damp smears there while he waited for the younger man to recover from the orgasm he�d experienced. They had hours until they�d need to return to the campground, and Yohji intended to spend as much of that time in bed with his lover as he could.
He almost felt giddy at the words. Aya was his lover.
A moan slipped free as he rolled on top of the smaller man, their mouths still locked in an impassioned kiss.
Aya's cock was hardening again as the kiss went on. He wanted Yohji to do something, anything. Then the blonde moaned and rolled on top of him and Aya's cock jumped in anticipation.
Yohji broke the kiss. �Tell me what you want, Aya,� he said as he lowered his head to gently tongue one of Aya�s nipples, feeling the small nub harden. He took it between his teeth and pulled on it, not enough to really hurt, but enough to pinch a tiny bit.
"What I want," Aya repeated slowly. He rolled suddenly, taking Yohji with him until their positions were reversed. "What I want is either you inside me or me inside you, I don't give a damn which it is, right now."
Yohji smiled up at the violet-eyed man. He slid an hand down Aya�s back, a finger slipping into the crack of Aya�s ass, teasing. �Do you like being fucked, Aya? Do you like not being in control of what happens to you?�
The blond lifted his head just enough to be able to kiss Aya�s jaw, mouth working down the pale line of his throat as he murmured, �Or are you afraid of that? Is that why you ran from me for so long?�
"No," Aya said, "I'm not afraid of losing control. It might even be interesting to see what it's like to lose control." How could he explain to Yohji that neither Kikyou nor Yuushi had ever had the capacity to make him lose himself even when they'd fucked him. He had always retained something of himself, his core focus. Somehow, though, he believed that Yohji would be very different. He'd already proved that with a simple blow job. How much more of himself would he lose if he let Yohji fuck him?
The blond man smiled, nipping Aya�s chest gently, �I want to fuck you, Aya. I want to watch you lose yourself in pleasure. Is that what you want?�
He didn�t even wait for Aya�s answer before he reached for the bottle of lube in the pocket of his discarded shorts.
Aya watched Yohji's enthusiasm with some trepidation. Although this was an afternoon apart they were still on a mission and they still needed to keep some focus.
"Yohji, I'm not sure if this is such a good idea," he said almost desperately.
The light went out of Yohji�s gaze as if someone had doused a flame with a bucket of water and he sat back on the bed his entire demeanour changed, going cool.
�I see,� he murmured, voice without any of the warmth and joy that had been in it only a moment ago. He dropped the lube on the bed and grabbed his shorts, heading for he bathroom.
"Yohji, wait! I just... yeah okay, I am afraid of losing control. It's my problem and I need to get over it. Just take it a bit slower, okay?"
It had been so painful to see the light of joy die so quickly in Yohji's eyes. He felt like a complete bastard now.
The blond paused at the bathroom door, �Are you mine or not Aya? I need to know what I should expect. If you aren�t mine,� he shook his head, �then we aren�t taking this another step. You wanted a promise from me, and I gave it to you. No women. But you have to keep your promise to me or this is over right now.�
There was nothing in Yohji�s voice. No emotion, no feeling at all because the man had gone numb and empty inside the instant Aya had expressed doubts. Yohji unconsciously touched the tattoo on his upper arm.
You�ll never learn. Never. He could feel what little light remained in his world slowly draining, as if every colour in existence had suddenly gone grey.
Aya took a deep breath. Whether he liked it or not, he had told Yohji the truth. He was his in every possible way. So what was he so afraid of?
"I am yours, Yohji. I'm just nervous is all."
�You? Nervous?� Yohji shook his head incredulous at the idea of anything making Aya nervous. He tossed his shorts down on a chair and returned to the bed taking a seat and just looking at Aya.
�Do you think it would be easier for you to fuck me this time? You�d be in control, not me.�
"I don't know," Aya said honestly, "I've never fucked anyone before. I was always on the receiving end." He smiled, suddenly realizing that he wanted to try it. "Can't be that difficult, surely."
Yohji smiled slightly and reached out for Aya pulling the smaller man close, to nuzzle his neck and kiss him. �I never really pictured you as the bottom, Aya. You�ve always been so controlled.� He laughed a little, breathing in the smell of his lover. Masculine with a hint of sweetness from his hair.
�I think you�ll like it,� he said. �Just let your instincts take over, your body knows what it wants when it wants it Aya.� He picked up the tube of lubricant from the bed and put it in Aya�s hands.
And suddenly Aya was shaking again. Whichever way they did this he was going to lose control. He just knew it. Why was he so afraid of it?
Giving the lube back to Yohji, he lay back on the bed and opened his legs...
Yohji sighed and climbed onto the bed to kneel between Aya�s spread thighs. �You sure? I really do like being fucked.�
"I'm sure. When I do fuck you I want it to be good and right now I'm too nervous to make it good." Tired of talking, he reached up and pulled Yohji's head down to kiss him desperately. "I want you," he breathed into Yohji's mouth, "I want you right now."
Yohji nodded, squirted some lube on his own fingers and then and put the bottle in Aya�s hand, �I want you to put this on me. I want to feel your touch, Aya.�
Safely on known territory again, Aya took the bottle willingly and squirted some lube into his palm. He reached out and took the hard, silk-skinned length of Yohji's cock in that palm and spread the lube over it. He couldn't help but tease the head and weeping slit there just a little.
�Gods Aya,� Yohji moaned, �that feels so damned good.�
He leaned down and kissed his lover again, his tongue delving into Aya�s mouth as if he were starving and the only thing that could serve as sustenance was the red-head�s kisses.
His mind called him twenty kinds of fool, but Yohji didn�t listen. He wanted and needed this too much. Even if Aya walked away from him and they never shared such intimacy again he would have the memory of what they were doing.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Yohji knew this was the one and only time they would be together. The knowledge hurt, but he wouldn�t walk away from it. Not now. Not when he had what he�d been longing for so long in his grasp.
Going slow and easy he pressed a finger to Aya�s ass, feeling how tight the man was as he slid a finger into the red-haired man. �Do you want me, Aya?� he asked without totally breaking the kiss.
"I want you, Yohji," Aya whispered. "Body and soul, I want you." Why those words, he didn't know, but he knew they were true.
Yohji smiled, �You can�t put me back, and there�s a strict no return policy where you got me,� Yohji replied.
Meanwhile, Yohji's clever fingers were doing unspeakably wonderful things to him and, although it had been a long time, his body relaxed completely and let them enter easily.
Changing position slightly, Yohji lifted Aya�s knees over his shoulders and slid his cock into Aya, his eyes going veiled behind gold tipped lashes. �Oh gods...� he breathed out as he felt the tightness engulf him inch by slow inch.
Aya gasped as Yohji gradually filled him. He had just begun to wonder if he could take anymore when Yohji stopped, withdrew slightly, then pushed back in, hitting his prostate in the process. Aya groaned in pleasure and clung to Yohji like a limpet to a rock.
The blond captured Aya�s next moan in a kiss, his hips moving very slowly, his own soft cry of pleasure vibrating down Aya�s throat.
It felt good. Deliriously unbelievably incredible to be seated to the hilt in Aya.
He pulled back, shuddering at the exquisite torment of a slow fuck when what he wanted was to pound himself into Aya. But he had more control than to throw away the chance to drive Aya mad with passion.
Forcing his eyes open he watched Aya�s face as he sank deeply into his lover�s yielding body.
This was torture, sweet torture, but torture nonetheless. Yohji was moving slowly and unerringly hitting his prostate again and again. His cock was so hard it hurt and there seemed to be no end to the pleasure. He felt his control slipping and started to buck his hips in an effort to get Yohji to move more quickly.
"Yohji, please, fuck me already."
The blond chuckled softly, �I am fucking you, Aya. I�m just trying to enjoy myself.� He kissed his lover and relented, his hips jerking forward harder, stepping up the pace.
The additional speed and friction was enough to send Aya over the edge and he came hard and fast, pumping ribbons of semen over his and Yohji's belly's. He cried out either in ecstasy or agony, he wasn't sure which, and still Yohji was driving into him, hitting his sweet spot. He moaned and whimpered and his head thrashed from side to side as the pressure mounted yet again.
Yohji was worried he was hurting Aya. Very few men could endure being fucked once they�d come, �Aya, are you all right? Should I stop?�
But Aya was too far gone to answer him, all control gone. He was totally Yohji's now and strangely it didn't terrify him. "Don't stop," he finally managed.
That was the only answer Yohji needed, he drove his cock into Aya, letting his own control slip and fall away as the pleasure of being inside Aya, of fucking Aya took him higher, the sensation of heat coiling inside him increasing.
Gasping from the effort, Yohji rocked his entire body, hips driving him closer with each stroke until he groaned out his lover�s name and spilled himself into Aya�s body, a shudder passing through him, pinwheels of light spinning in his vision.
Aya wondered if he was going crazy. What the hell was he doing in a European castle with people in Western medieval clothes milling about? Then Yohji groaned out his name and he was back in the hotel room with his sated lover in his arms. He kissed Yohji, glad to be back where he was supposed to be.
The blond was trembling as if he�d fought his way through a hoard of thugs to reach an illusive target. Disoriented he eased Aya�s legs down and just lay on his lover, letting the room slow and gradually come to a stop.
�Damn...� he whispered as the hotel room solidified in his sight.
Well that was a weird reaction, Aya thought. "Damn?" he asked tentatively. "Was I that bad?" The thought hurt and he started pushing at Yohji, wanting to be dressed, less fucking vulnerable.
�No, Aya. It was..� Yohji shook his head, �unfuckingbelievable.� He kissed the younger man and pulled him close, ignoring his struggles. �Just relax. I want to just hold you a minute. Please?�
Aya stopped struggling and melted against Yohji again. His arms returned the embrace and his head found a comfortable spot against Yohji's shoulder. "What was the 'damn' about then?" he asked.
�It felt good,� Yohji replied. He didn�t want to tell Aya that for the briefest instant the walls of the hotel had vanished and he�d thought he was seeing weirdly dressed ghosts and stone walls.
Satisfied with Yohji's answer, Aya snuggled against him for the time they had left.