Title: Verbesserung
Author: Tasuki no Miko
Date Written: 7-12-01
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): A x Y 
Warning: PWP, shounen ai, yaoi, sap, spoilers
Summary: Yoji's and Aya's POVs, past tense.  Yoji goes to Aya the night they all meet back at the Koneko... 
Disclaimer: Is my name Koyasu Takehito? I don't /THINK/ so! ...ahem...we've been /through/ this...

Prologue:

[Yoji]
The night after the four of us all met at the Koneko, my view of life did a 180.  We all slept in our old rooms above the shop.  It surprised me that Aya had- but then again, most things about Aya surprise me.  It surprised me when I fell for Aya.  That was why I went to see him that night.  I could tell he was furious and hurting and needed to hurt someone.  It might as well have been me.

[Aya]

I was seeing red when Yoji came to my room that night.  My mind was clouded by rage, which was what caused the events that followed.  If Aya-chan hadn't been taken, I wouldn't have been so angry, but she had been, and I was, so it happened.

Begin:

[Yoji]

I found myself standing in front of Aya's door that night.  I hadn't planned it.  It just happened.  I guess I figured there must have been some reason, so I knocked lightly, twice.  "Aya?"  There was a pause.

"Hn."   

I interpreted the fact that he acknowledged my presence as admittance to his room.  I turned the knob and stepped inside.  He didn't turned from his spot in front of the open window when I closed the door behind me.  The curtains were blowing and the room was surprisingly brightly illuminated by the moon and streetlights.  Aya was as beautiful as always.  His amethyst eyes contained a cold, slow-burning wrath.

I crossed the room and stood next to him.  He showed no reaction.

"Aya."

Still nothing.

"I'm sorry about your sister."

His jaw clenched, and he didn't say anything for a moment.  "I don't want your pity," he spat.

"I'm not here to offer pity."

He finally turned to face me, his expression as cold as ever.  "Why /are/ you here?"

I hadn't expected that one.  "I... thought you might want to talk."  Hah! Right.  That sounded ridiculous even as I said it.  Aya barely spoke under /normal/ circumstances- why would he speak while under such stress?

"I don't."  I knew it was going to happen.  I was practically begging for him to lash out at me, masochist that I am, but it still... stung.

"I just... wanted you to know that- that if you ever need someone... I'll be there for you."

[Aya]

I could tell that he /did/ really mean what he'd said.  I could also tell that he meant more than what he'd actually stated.  It was all there in his eyes, laid out openly for me to read, even behind his customary sunglasses.  It had almost frightened him to reach out, and my words had hurt.  Even so, he was willing to let me use him in any way, for any sort of comfort.  It was too tempting.  I decided to take him up on his unspoken offer.

I grabbed him by the nape of the neck and tossed those damned sunglasses aside with my free hand.  I pulled his lips to mine.  They were soft and yielding against my own.

To this day I still don't know if Yoji had intended to take in slow, but I sure as hell had no such intentions.

[Yoji]

I'd offered myself to him, but Aya'd pushed me away.  Then he'd kissed my hard and rough, with no warning whatsoever.  He thrust his tongue possessively between my lips, and I let him.  I could see what direction it was going in: I was going to end up hurt by the end of the night.  When you gonna learn, Kudou?  But that was why I'd come.  If he needed to hurt someone, it had to be me.

Aya ravished my mouth, even as he unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it from my shoulders.  The cold air came as a shock against my bare chest and back.  Aya ignored my small gasp of surprise and lowered his head to the junction of my neck and shoulder.  At first, he just kissed lightly, and I thought maybe things were going in a different direction.  Hesitantly- and it /is/ a rare moment when Kudou Yoji is hesitant- I reached out with one hand, which I slid beneath Aya's shirt.  I guess that didn't go over well, because he seized my wrist in a crushing grip and twisted my arm behind my back.  He could have broken my arm easily.  Instead, the kisses turned to rough sucking, leaving a mark that would last for weeks.

Aya seemed satisfied that I'd been punished for my transgression, and released my wrist.  I could have left right then, but I'd walked into this whole thing fully aware of the consequences.  And Aya... I'd lusted after the gorgeous redhead for an eternity at least... no, I'd stay for the ride, if you'll excuse the pun.

After sufficiently marking his territory, Aya's lips left my shoulder and he pushed me backwards.  I landed sprawled on his bed.  With a growl, he descended upon me again.  He had me pinned beneath him, one knee pressed firmly between my thighs.

[Aya]

Yoji could have ended it, but as I lay atop him, I knew he'd surrendered to me.

I kisses him again.  His mouth was hot and sweet- and mine.  My tongue plundered it forcefully.  He eagerly responded, propping himself up on his elbows in an attempt to deepen the kiss.  I hate it when people are overeager.  I pulled back and struck him across the cheek- not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough to hurt.  He said nothing at this, but squeezed his eyes closed and fell back, one cheek pressed to the pillow.  This didn't conceal the tears that slipped across his cheeks.

I ignored the pain I'd caused him and hooked one finger beneath his chin and tilted his head, making him face me.  I continued my treatment of his delicious mouth, thrusting my tongue between kiss-swollen lips.

After a moment, I kissed my way to his jaw.  "Touch me," I ordered.  He ran shaky hands slowly beneath my shirt, over my chest.  I hit him again.  "/Touch/ me, damn it!" I hissed.  He moved his hands with a confidence that was probably forced.

"Why does it have to be this way, Aya?" he whispered, his eyes still closed.

I was filled with outrage and fury.  What right did /he/ have to question anything /I/ did?  I'd lost everything!  Everyone I loved!

I grabbed a handful of honey hair and pulled, causing Yoji to arch his back and tilt his head back.  He couldn't quite keep back the slight whimper of pain that escaped his lips.  I didn't release my hold, but lowered my mouth to the soft, white column of flesh of Yoji's throat the previous action exposed.  I moved up to his chin, leaving small pink marks in my wake.  I sucked roughly on his lower lip.

He had no right to criticize me!

I bit down in my anger, leaving teeth marks in the previously flawless lips of the man pinned beneath me, drawing tiny drops of blood.

The brilliant red of Yoji's blood cut through the dull red fog clouding my mind.  I finally realized what I'd been doing to him as he lay there, tears trickling silently down his cheeks, which were slightly bruised, head to one side, blood seeping from the bite marks on his lips.

I drew back, horrified at my actions.  I tried to stand, but stopped when I felt Yoji's hand resting tentatively atop my own.

"Aya..."

Kuso.  

[Yoji]

Aya again settled himself on top of me, but somewhat uncertainly this time.  He tenderly licked where he'd bitten before, lapping gently at the tiny droplets of blood.

That's the only time I've ever seen Aya try to make amends.

After a moment of self-torture, he began to pull away.  "Look, Yoji, I-"  He wouldn't face me, and he couldn't seem to find the words he wanted.  He seemed ashamed of his behavior.

"Aya, look at me."

He was reluctant to turn to me, as if he was afraid of what I'd say.  As smoothly eloquent I appear to the women I date, I still command the simplest forms of expression.  I leaned upward and planted a slow kiss on his lips.  Then I lay back.

"Aya.  If you were going to say you feel nothing for me..." I trailed off.  I didn't want to even consider that possibility.  I was prepared to do anything for him.  If it meant I could have him, I would have given up my playboy lifestyle.  I would never look at anyone else.  It would have been like Asuka never existed.  But if he rejected me...

Aya looked down and bit his lip.  "Yoji..."

My body went limp beneath him.  He might as well have been delivering my fucking death sentence.  I made up my mind then and there to strangle myself as soon as I escaped.

"Yoji... you couldn't be further from the truth.  But look what I..."  He leaned down and kissed my cheek, them down to my jaw, where a bruise was beginning to form.  Relieved that he hadn't rejected me, I wrapped one arm securely around Aya's waist while stroking his wine colored hair.  Such thick, silky hair.  The color of fire but cool to the touch.

"Shh.." I murmured.  "It's nothing."

"It is something, though."  His lips were close to my ear.  I could feel his hot breath.  "Let me make it up to you," he continued, his deep, smooth voice now a husky whisper.  "Let me thrill you."  

My God! Aya talking that way... I would have thought that'd give him a nosebleed! 

"Kami-sama... Aya..."  I could feel all coherent thought slipping from my mind at the sensation of Aya sucking lightly on my earlobe, and then that of his tongue in the shell of my ear.  Perhaps things had changed after all...

[Aya]

I kissed Yoji's cheek, tasting the salty sweetness of his tears.  Tears I'd caused.  /My/ tears.  I sat up slightly and moved to straddle his thighs, admiring the irresistible body of the playboy beneath me.  His well-muscled, but not over-muscled, chest was covered with a thin film of perspiration, which only served to deliciously enhance the soft contours.  I bent down and licked around one nipple, until I felt his hands in my hair, urging me to stop teasing.  I relented and took it into my mouth, sucking hard and savoring his taste.  Yoji arched his back again, this time in pleasure.

"Ah- fu- I-" Yoji's hands left my hair and moved to grip my shoulders.  Then he pulled my shirt up and over my head, forcing me to end my ministrations.  He lay back against then, his deep jade eyes searching my face.  After trying not to, he gave me a careful once-over.  "You're beautiful, Aya..."  He ran his long, slender hands gently over my chest.  I arched into his touch.  Shit.  The heat pooling at my groin was demanding attention.  

I lay back down on him and kissed him again.  I ran my hand down his side and rested it in the slight curve of his hip.  My other hand moved to the button of his pants.  Suddenly, he pulled his mouth from mine.  

"A-are you sure?"  His voice was a delicious whisper.

"Only if you are."

[Yoji]

I was as sure as all hell.  Aya reached up and brushed my hair off my face and traced one finger over my bottom lip, waiting for a response. I captured his fingertip in my mouth, sucking lightly.  He took the hint and unbuttoned my tight jeans.  I lifted my hips obligingly and he slid them off. Only then did it occur to me that Aya was wearing /way/ too much clothing.  I took care of this quickly.  Damn.  The rest of him was as delicious as my earlier preview.  And now, onto our feature presentation...

Suddenly, the full weight of the situation hit me: I (naked) was lying under the leader of Weiß (also naked) about to... about to...

[Aya]

I leaned down to kiss Yoji, when I realized that he seemed to be panicking.  I kissed him lightly on the mouth and then the cheek, lips just barely grazing his skin.

"Have you ever done this with another guy?" I asked gently.

"N- No..." he faltered.

"Don't worry," I soothed. "Just relax."

He looked uncertain, but seemed to trust me.  I kissed him in full this time, while reaching over to fumble in the drawer of my small nightstand.  I pulled out a small tube of KY.  Still kissing him, I coated my index finger with some of the lube.  Yoji noticed this, but ignored it.  I think he had no idea as to what was about to happen, but he still won't admit it.

I opened my mouth to Yoji's tongue, letting him take control for a moment.  Then I broke the kiss.

"Spread your legs."

I resumed kissing him in an attempt to draw his attention away from the discomfort he was about ot feel.

I found his opening quickly, and inserted my finger in one smooth motion, stretching his virgin passage.  Yoji pulled away from my mouth.

"Aya! Wha- What're you doing?" he gasped.

I kissed him softly. "Shh... you don't want it to hurt, do you?"

He shook his head wordlessly.  I smiled, stroking his hair.  Yoji's naïveté on the subject of homosexual sex was actually quite endearing, if surprising.  I guess he really had been as straight as he'd looked, but... still.

I removed my finger and added a second, working them carefully into him.  He squirmed uncomfortably.  Shit, with him writhing under me, it was hard to concentrate... 

I moved my fingers carefully, searching for that one spot that would drive him crazy.  Suddenly, his expression turned from one of pain to ecstasy, head back.  I thrust my fingers against that one spot a few times in a wordless promise of what was to come.  Then I pulled out.

"Turn over."

Obediently, he rolled onto his stomach.  I pulled him up so he was supporting himself on his knees and forearms.  I knelt behind him.  

"You ready?"

[Yoji]

Damn.  I was /very/ ready (understatement of the century).  He was so close, the tip of his erection nudging against my opening... speech was becoming difficult.

"Dammit... take me already!"

He chuckled at this, but obliged.  He grasped my hips, thrusting slowly forward, going a little deeper with each thrust.  It hurt at first, as his erection made its way past my ring of muscle, but then he brushed some spot deep inside me that made me see stars.  

"Aya-a!"  I couldn't keep from groaning his name.  He started to pull out, alarmed.

"Did I hurt-"

"No!" I thrust my hips backward, taking him all the way in.  

[Aya]

Yoji seemed quick to accept this form of pleasure.  I reached around to his erection, driving him crazy.  He thrust forcefully into the tight ring of my hand, in a torturous counterpoint rhythm to my driving into his tight heat.  God, I new I wouldn't last long; I could tell he was coming close to the edge too.

"Aya... harder..."

I complied, gripping his hips and slamming into him.  After-- well, I couldn't say how long it was; time seemed to melt together, surrendering in the face of our rhythm-- a bit, I new I wouldn't last any longer.  With a singular cry of his name, I lost all control.  I came deep inside him, and he came in my hand.  Panting, I planted light kisses over his shoulder.

"Wo ai ni, Yoji."

[Yoji]

/Wo ai ni./ Three simple words... but they meant so much.  At that moment, I became Kudou Yoji: ex-playboy.  I also realized something: things had definitely changed for the better.

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