Vorübergehender Trost[1]

Part II

Aya stood in the center of his room, rather shocked.  He’d sworn to himself that he’d not betray his feelings for Yoji.  He lived for Aya-chan, and Aya-chan alone.  But now that she was gone…

No she’s not gone! I will find her!

But in the mean time…

Aya’s internal dilemma was cut short by the sound of something dropping to the ground outside his room.  This was followed by almost-silent, muffled sobs.  What…? Was Yoji…?

Aya went to his door.  Outside was Yoji, who leapt to his feet as soon as he heard the doorknob turn.

“Aya! I’ll go-” 

Aya gave Yoji an intense look.

“No… don’t- shimatta!”

The sound of Ken climbing the stairs reached their ears.  In a fit of creative problem-solving, Aya seized Yoji by the arm and pulled him into his room.  After quickly closing the door behind him, he led Yoji to the far side of the room; the walls were all too thin.

Yoji seemed to be attempting to compose himself, and had succeeded, for the most part.  Only the trails of tears that glittered down his cheeks revealed that he’d been crying.

“Yoji-kun… what’s wrong?” Aya looked honestly concerned.

“I- I-”  What could he say? “I guess I’ve just killed one too many times.”  There. That sounded believable.  He paused.  “But… what about you? Are you okay?”

Aya took a deep, shuddering breath. “No, I’m not,” he said quietly.  His voice dropped to an unsteady whisper.  “Now- now I’m all alone-”

Aya was silenced by Yoji’s finger against his lips.

“No. Don’t say that.  It’s not true.”  Yoji gathered himself.  Could he actually say what he wanted to?  “No matter how alone you feel, I’ll always be there for you.”  Aya’s eyes widened, then softened.

“Yoji, I know you think you have to-”  This time, Yoji silenced him more forcefully.  He pulled him into his arms and their mouths met.

Yoji was an incredible kisser, Aya realized.  Well, he should have been.  He got more practice than any normal person should, Aya’s last few functioning brain cells thought.  The older boy’s tongue traced feather-like patterns over his lips.  Even as Aya’s lips parted an he tilted his head back, the brain cells wouldn’t stop.  What if Omi or Ken had come in, and found him and Yoji?  They would be in for the shock of a lifetime- Aya up against the wall of his room, making out- with Yoji?!  Damn common sense. Go away!

The thoughts of this last little bit of gray matter soon turned to Aya’s current situation.  His back was pressed against the wall.  His front was pressed against… Yoji.  He wasn’t wearing his assassin gear, but his pants still rode- wonderfully- low.  His shirt was stretched tight over taut chest muscles, ending several inches above his pants to reveal his hard, flat stomach.

Yoji began to hesitantly grind his hips against Aya’s.  He’d never done this with another guy before… on the other hand, he’d never fallen for another guy before, either.

This was a first for Aya, too.  He’d never looked at another guy who returned his feelings.  Yoji, however, was obviously different from all his other crushes- his talented hands and mouth were screaming this.  His right hand rested lightly on the outside of his thigh.  Yoji’s left hand was wrapped around Aya’s waist, gently holding him against him.  And then- oh god, that mouth.  Aya strained upward to deepen the kiss, giving Yoji better access to his now-open mouth.  Spurred on by this reaction, Yoji proceeded to suck briefly on Aya’s lower lip, then trailed hot kisses to his jaw, nipping at the smooth skin of his neck.

Finally thawing out of his shock, Aya began responding.  Unconsciously caressing Yoji’s honey locks, Aya pulled him even closer.  Shit, he was beautiful.  He’d be even more so without that shirt… Aya quickly remedied this issue.  He slid his hands up under Yoji’s shirt and flung it off over his head.  Oh, that chest.  Unable to help himself, Aya ran his hands over Yoji’s well-toned abdominal muscles.

Then there were those annoying pants.  More hesitantly, Aya fumbled for the clasp to Yoji’s pants, only to be stopped by his hands, which took him by the wrists.  What…?  Had Yoji not meant…?

“Yoji, what-”

Yoji silenced him with a quick but intense kiss.

“Aya, please,” Yoji said, while drawing a ragged breath.  “Let me do this for you.”

Under normal circumstances, Yoji would not have dreamt of saying that- he believed in each partner giving equally.  But by no stretch of the imagination were these anything resembling normal circumstances.  However, there was justification for this. Yoji was aware that Aya could end up regretting all this later.  So, by not letting him do anything, Yoji made sure Aya would be able to blame him, “the seducer”, later and not be kicking himself.

With surprisingly deft fingers, Yoji relieved Aya of his shirt.  While caressing the rippling muscles of Aya’s chest, Yoji kissed his way down to Aya’s collar-bone, and then lower, until he reached one now-hard nipple.  He ran his tongue in light, teasing circles around this new-found treasure to the delight of his colleague- no, friend- no, lover?  What were they now?

“Mmmnn, Yoji!”  Aya groaned in pleasure.  His hands gripped Yoji’s skull tightly.  Yoji’s mouth left Aya’s skin and covered his lips. 

“Shhh,” he shushed him between frenzied kisses.  He took Aya’s hands, which were still tangled in his hair, and placed them against the wall.

Deciding to “just do it,” as some obscure American tennis shoe brand advised[2], Yoji knelt in front of Aya.  He wasted no time in relieving the redhead of his jeans and briefs.  Aya stiffened at this- his eyes held uncertainty.  Yoji rose and wrapped him in a reasuring embrace.

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Yoji breathed into his ear.

“No- don’t… don’t stop.  It’s just-” Aya looked down. “This is so new to me-”  Yoji silenced him with a surprisingly tender kiss.  A faint smile played on his lips.

“We’ll take it slow then, hm?”  Aya nodded slightly- he looked relieved, grateful.

Yoji knelt again.  He ran his fingertips up and down the underside of Aya’s erection, stroking gently.  He snuck a glance upward to gauge Aya’s reaction.  His amethyst eyes were half-shut.  He was biting his lip to keep from crying out.

Well, so far, so good.

Yoji’s hands moved to slide over the insides of Aya’s thighs and his tongue took up where his fingers left off, applying light pressure to the underside of his cock.  Aya gasped at this new development, despite his efforts to remain silent.  This gasp grew into a deep, velvet moan when Yoji’s lips reached the head of him, his tongue moving in small circles as he relaxed his throat to take in Aya’s full length.

Instinctively, Aya thrust forward.

So, Kudou Yoji’s touch can melt ice…

If he hadn’t been so… preoccupied… Yoji would have sighed with relief.  He’d gotten through.

Aya quickly developed a rhythm, and Yoji a torturous counterpoint.  The friction this caused, combined with the visual erotica of Yoji kneeling in front of him, blowing him like this, and the feeling of being inside Yoji’s satin mouth was enough to bring him over the edge.  Yoji could tell he was close when he began to lose his rhythm.  His eyes were tightly closed when a rich, bass cry left his lips.

“Oh… God… I’m going to- Yoji!”

Shaking violently, Aya came in Yoji’s mouth.  Without hesitating, Yoji swallowed the essence of his first true lover since Asuka.  Almost reluctantly, he pulled away.  Aya slid down against the wall- he looked totally spent, and vaguely dazed.

“Oh… Yoji… that was…”  He trailed off and leaned forward for a soft kiss.  A second later, Yoji glanced at his watch.  Oh fuck- no, they’d already done that.  Oh darn.  It was after twelve.  His coach had surely turned back into a pumpkin, and he was due to turn back into someone Aya couldn’t stand any moment.

Yoji pulled Aya into his arms.  He rose smoothly and deposited Aya on the bed.  He pulled the comforter up over Aya’s still-trembling form.

“Ai shiteru,” Yoji murmured, and turned for the door.  He made it only a few steps when Aya’s stern voice caused him to halt. 

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, Kudou?”  Aya wore his usual stern stoic mask, but- was that humor behind his eyes?  No, it couldn’t-

“Come on.  Even I have a sense of humor.  I just manage to suppress it most of the time.  But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re not going anywhere.” 

Relieved that Aya wasn’t angry or resentful or regretful or a thousand other things, Yoji slid under the sheet to lie next to the younger assassin.  Aya cuddled closer, exhibiting a tenderness rare to one like himself.  Yoji tucked his head beneath his chin and wrapped his arms around the other man.

“Thank you, Yoji. Thank you.”

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[1] Vor­übergehender Trost means (roughly) fleeting or passing emotional comfort in German

[2] I know Nike is popular worldwide, but I couldn’t resist that sentence!

Author’s Note: Thanks so much to the lovely people who reviewed the first part of this little lemon.  Please, I’d love reviews on this part, too!  I have a question- did that get sappy?  I got the feeling it was sappy. ^ ^;;

-Tasuki no Miko

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