DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor wish to appear to be the owner of Weiss Kreuz/Knight Hunters or any merchandise related thereof.
AN: This is the third part, the last part (...I hope) of the BEAUTIFUL and DIVINE story arc. I really had fun with this though it was never orginally supposed to get this big lol. I hope you enjoy it too! Happy reading!
Omi was looking at me with that look again. I've seen it every day since recovering and returning to the Koneko. I normally ignored it, but I have to admit I was disturbed by it. I only got it when we were alone and for only a few brief minutes, but still it was worrisome. I really wanted to ask him what it meant. I looked up at him from over the edge of my slightly burnt slice of toast. He caught my eyes and the look deepened. I sighed, after a week of this look I was tired of it.
"Dammit chibi," I growled at him, "What the hell is it?"
He blinked, his large eyes showing a genuine look of confusion and that is when it occurred to me. He didn't realize he had been giving me that look. I sighed and explained, "You keep looking at me with this stare that is a bit unnerving," he just continued to blink at me. I tried again, "If you have something bothering you…something you wanna ask me, just ask."
That seemed to work because now his eyes were darting all over the place and his cheeks were getting slightly red. I continued to watch him debate if he really wanted to speak up. When it looked like he wasn't going to say anything I went back to my toast.
I was startled when he finally said, "Why Aya?"
I looked up at me with a raised brow, "Why not?" I really wasn't in the mood to listen to Omi rattle off all the reasons why Aya was too stoic and cold or why I was too brash and cocky. Never the less if this really bothered him I would defend myself and Aya if need be.
"I mean why not a woman?" Omi looked me dead in the eye, "You never made it a secret before how much you like them."
Ah so it was that ever annoying 'you never said you liked men before so you must be faking it now' conversation. I sighed and closed my eyes. It was true, I did pick up women. Truth of the matter is it is so much easier to pick up a half drunk half dressed skank than a man at a bar. You knew exactly what you wanted and you knew they were willing to give it. Now if every gay man was like Aya I would be in a gay bar every night. I prefer the male form, but that isn't the case though. I'll be damned if I have some flashy man with a rainbow boa and gold booty hot pants grinding up against me while I'm trying to drink my Scotch. Fuck that. And no, I don't care how rude or demeaning that sounds.
I finally opened my eyes and looked over at Omi who in turn was looking at me expectantly. I figured it would have more impact if I explained why I liked Aya as opposed to explaining that I indeed liked men. I smiled at him, "Why Aya you ask? I like him, he's intriguing and intelligent. He challenges me to be a better person and if you can get him to talk he actually has some really neat things to say. He's kind and caring in his own way. Most of all though, he doesn't ask me to change, he knows the man that I am and he can distinguish that from the man I put forth," Omi raised a brow at that which made me chuckle. Obviously he didn't realize I was wearing a mask. I went on, "He knows there is blood on my hands and he knows in the future more will be put there. And believe it or not he has a beautiful smile, but I'll admit I only saw it a couple of times." Even then I don't think it was a full one, but I didn't tell Omi that. I shrug to signal that I am done.
Omi nodded, "Okay…" though he said that with a smile it seemed tight and forced. It angered me a bit that he didn't believe me fully. Does he really see me as that much of a selfish bastard?
I think about that. Well I have done that to woman countless times, used them for release and once I picked up this goth chick to see if she would fuck all kinky like. She was a novelty, in fact most were, so I guess I shouldn't be upset with Omi. Really with my track record he was only drawing the most logical conclusions. I sighed…damn I was a dog. Again my mind went back to why the hell was Aya in love with me? He deserved much better. I knew that, but still I didn't want to let him go. Hmm, maybe I was a selfish bastard.
I look over at Omi then say, "Listen you can believe whatever it is you want about me, but Aya and I work. I don't judge you and Ken so give me the same courteously will ya?" I wink with a smile that showed I wasn't angry with him. I watch him blush in what I think is embarrassment. I stand and stretch, its mid morning, but I feel like a nap. The flower shop is closed today and as of now we don't have a mission. I wave at Omi, throw the rest of the toast away then make my way up stairs.
I don't knock, I just open the door to Aya's room. He is in his armchair reading some impossibly large book. He glances up at me, grunts then goes back to his reading. I pull my shirt off and throw it aside then flop on his bed, "Whatcha reading?"
"Don't ask when you really don't care," was his deadpan reply.
I smile then roll over so I can look at him. He's wearing his reading glasses, they are the ones with the 'floating' lens. He looks so damn sexy in them. Hell he looks damn sexy in anything. I reach over and finger a strand of that vibrant red hair, "How do you know I don't care."
He looks up with a scowl and it just makes me laugh. He grinds out, "If you are going to nap then do so. Leave me to my book."
"Which is…" I egg on.
He almost growls, but catches himself. He found out a while ago that the sound gives me an almost instant boner. He looks at me, "War and Peace."
I laugh, I've never read the book, but the title alone sounds so Aya-like. Suddenly I had the urge to kiss him. I decided to act on it so I got up and standing over him I bent over and went to kiss him. Aya scowled again and dodged trying to look around so he could read. This just made me chuckle as I went in for another kiss. He moved his head again and I realized that Aya was playing with me. I felt a tingling in my chest in reaction to that simple silly act. He never fails to surprise me just when I think I have finally got him pegged. I went in again and when he dodged for a third time I suddenly slapped the book out of his hand. The book landed with a loud thud and Aya looked up at me stunned. I smirked then straddled his lap.
"Pay attention to me," I purr as I lean in closer to him.
"I thought you were going to take a nap," Aya raised a brow at me as his arms went around my waist.
"That's what you told me to do. I never said that," I smile then dipping my head I kiss his neck gently.
Aya sighs, "You were lying on my bed in the middle of the morning."
"With my shirt off," I remind him, "maybe I wanted to use the bed for something else," I lick his neck now. Sure technically he was right, but I would never tell him that. Besides straddling Aya has a way of waking up a man if you get my drift.
I pull back to look at him. God if he wasn't the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on. He reached up to take off his reading glasses and I stop his hand, "Leave them on…it's hella sexy," I whisper to him and he gives me this expression that I can only describe as 'whatever'. I smile then kiss him deeply on the lips. He responds by opening up to me and I dip in with my tongue and taste. He's intoxicating and it absolutely takes my breath away. I grip the sides of his face and deepen the kiss, groaning against his mouth and grounding my groin into his.
He let out one of his arousing growls as he stands, lifting me then throwing me back down onto his bed. I look up at him as he settles above me, he looks so good with all that fiery red hair hanging around his milky complexion and those fantastic violet eyes smoldering behind those oh too cute spectacles. He smirks slowly at me and it makes my entire body shiver because I know that smile and exactly what those sparkling eyes are telling me. He's gonna take control and hot damn if it didn't just make me want to whimper and submit and moan and…You see, Aya rarely takes the lead, but when he does…oh good Lord!
He leaned down and bit my bottom lip. Hard. Ah…the thing about Aya is that he prefers soft touches, but he knows I like it rougher than that so he is sure never to disappoint. My lip would be swollen in the morning, but I didn't care, he was flicking his tongue along it now, his right hand skimming along the length of my torso, his nails digging in as he traveled. I would have marks in the morning, red angry lines that spoke of passion and dominance. Because there was no doubt about that now: once I gave my little confession in the hospital Aya abruptly chose to claim me. It didn't matter that the words weren't 'I love you', they were close enough apparently, now I was trapped. Pleasantly and happily shackled to this wildly sexy man who was steadily creeping into my heart.
I won't lie. That scares the hell outta me. I never thought of myself as a man who would settle down. Not that I can really see Aya sitting on a porch sipping tea as he watched the world on the other side of his white picket fence, but there was no doubt the man was monogamous. Not to say I'm not, mind you I stuck with one partner at a time and when there was more than one we were all in the same room. What I'm trying to say is that I have never seen myself so invested in one person for purposes other than sex. Which is what this was now. I enjoyed just talking to Aya, watching him read or arranging flowers or sharpening his blade. I enjoyed hearing him command us on missions or dead pan some random and rare joke. I just liked sharing space with him. When he had broken off our relationship that same night I went to the hospital I was shocked and confused by the crushing feeling in my chest. It was like he had speared me with that katana of his and for a second I was appalled that this feeling was produced in me.
I was desperate (something that never happens to Yohji Koudoh) so the confession in the hospital room was necessary. Not forced or fake, but utterly necessary, to live in the same space with Aya, but in any other capacity than what we had was not an option. I poured my heart out the best way I knew how and even though I said I wasn't in love…I often wonder if I just quickly changed the ending to 'save face'. Yeah that sounds harsh, but I have a rep to uphold and one of the most well known traits of that was: I did not fall in love. Now though I am not so sure. I find myself actually biting my tongue so those three words don't slip from my lips. I don't just mean after sex either (which is the hardest, because Aya is completely open during those times), but also when he whispers them to me right before a mission or before he drifts off to sleep at night. Now that he's said them and I've acknowledged that I believe him, it seems to become easier and easier for him to say them. I wonder, if I just say them, will it get easier for me too. Then there is the other thing. What if I am wrong and that this feeling is exactly like I stated in the hospital room? Powerful, sweet, but not love? I couldn't put Aya through that! Not my beautiful deadly angel. Not him.
A sharp bite to my collar bone brought me back to the now. Somehow I had missed Aya remove his shirt and I cursed my retrospection. He was pale, but not sickly so and the color just made his amethyst eyes shine all the more brighter. I loved his skin, the misleading silk wrapped smoothly around powerful muscle, as hard as iron. I love his skin and I had missed the show. I snorted in disappointment and he looked up with a raise of a brow. I smirked at him and he smirked back. His hands touched my waist and I sucked in a breath at how cold they were. He slid them down until he hooked his fingers in my waistband and pulled my pants down.
I groaned and closed my eyes when his lips began to descend. He was leaving marks on me, some of which were actually painful. The good kind, mind you, the one that mingles with your pleasure and enhances it. He was licking at my abdomen and I thought he was just teasing me, until I felt rolling warmth and I realized he had broken skin and was cleaning up the mess. I moaned and for my befit he lifted his head enough so I could see his pale lips slightly stained with my blood. I sucked in a breath and whispered, "Fuck yeah," my mouth was dry, so it didn't sound nearly as sensual as it should have, but strangely that seemed to arouse Aya more.
He tucked his head again and went back to tasting me. When his tendrils of hair ghosted along my thighs I shivered. When his head tilted and his tongue swiped along my aching cock I bucked my hips. I closed my eyes tighter my breath coming quicker with each swipe of the scorching tongue. My entire body went taunt with anticipation. Aya chuckled a bit, the sound vibrating along my thighs and through to my sac. I bit my lip as I felt his finger slide up the length of my erection, it caught on the cock head and his finger harshly snapped up from under it and I hissed as my cock bobbed in reaction. He chuckled again then without warning his lips were wrapped around me with perfect suction.
Holy fucking shit Aya was a damn good cock sucker. A natural. Literally, considering I was the first man he had ever done that too. The first time he had pleased me that way I thought my head would explode, the one on my shoulders I mean. He was so good that I actually feared I was going to faint, it was like all the others who had done that to me was just teasing me. I came and I came and I came and once my body was done shaking and leaking I was wheezing and dizzy and disoriented. Needless to say the next morning Omi and Ken refused to look at either of us. The down side? It is very rare that Aya takes the lead, so I don't get it nearly enough. He says something like 'anticipation makes it all the more sweeter', but fuck that! I want some head dammit! Oh there was another down side…Aya was phenomenal at it! I never lasted as long as I wanted too.
Like now, I was already building, climbing to my peak and he hadn't even slipped further down than the head. His fingers weren't even touching me; his palms were flat on the bed as he pleased me. His pale lips sucking, that sinful tongue twisting, licking, tasting , so skillful as his played with the underhead or pressed the tip into the slit. My toes were curling and there was sweat on my forehead and I didn't even care that I sounded like an asthmatic running a marathon. Finally his lips lowered and he took more into his mouth. Further he pressed and deeper I was drawn inside. The moment I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat he start to hum, his tongue pressed to the underside as the suction continued with his lips. I was trembling now my eyes still closed and my mind went blank when Aya started doing something with his tongue that set all my hairs on end.
I heard a deep growl come from him and I thought I was going come right then, but he started to work his mouth back up and off. I moaned in protest, but he just chuckled then bit the tip playfully, I looked up then and he was smirking at me with his lips pulled back in such a way I could see the teeth lightly clamped on the tip of my cock. I sucked in a breath; he looked like a hungry, grinning, drop dead sexy wolf. I was actually panting now as I watched one of his pale hands elegantly lift and the tapered fingers wrap around the base of my erection as his teeth slowly disconnected. He licked his lips and I moaned, then his tongue rolled out and lapped at the tip. His eyes never left mine as he teased and played with me with just the very tip of his moist tongue. The expression on his face, a haughty I've-got-you-now type of look, coupled with his lazy licks and freely dripping saliva over the head of my cock finally was too much for me. My cock jumped suddenly and a pearly stream of cum flew from the tip. I gasped as I watched Aya engulf my entire erection quickly and suck hard. I grit my teeth and arched my back. I rode out my orgasm as Aya sucked and swallowed and moaned around me. It seemed to last forever and not long enough.
Once spent and panting against the sheets Aya crawled up my body and gave me a kiss to the cheek. He touched my hair and I touched his, dragging my fingers through one of the ear tails. He whispered, "You are your loveliest when you are like this."
I gave him a cocky grin, "Aww you're making me blush!"
He chuckled lightly, "I wish…I've never seen you in any other state than confident."
"Not true…" I looked away, "I am hardly confident around you."
I looked back in time to see Aya's brows lift, "Explain please."
I sighed deeply, "I am never confident that I am what you need. I mean…I know you can do better than me."
"Perhaps," I tried not to cringe when he said this, I knew, but still didn't need that shit acknowledged ya know! He went on, "but I don't want to. I am quite content the way things are. I'm not going to leave you just because someone might be better than you." He frowned and gave me this look that was basically the equivalent of saying 'duh'.
I rolled my eyes then sternly I said, "I don't want to hurt you Aya."
"Then don't," he shrugged then leaned down, "I love you. Stop thinking so much."
"How do you know?"
"That you think too much?" he shifted and lay on his back, it was then that I noticed his raging hard on. I felt like a douche bag for forgetting about him, but now I had this question I desperately wanted an answer for.
"No…how do you know you love me?"
"It's hard to explain…" he sighed.
"Try," I prodded.
"Please don't."
"Don't what? Is it really that hard to explain?" his dodging was bugging me.
Aya scowled as he looked up at the ceiling, "Are you asking because you have feelings you believe could be love and you want to compare notes?"
That hit too close to home so I lied, "Nope. Just curious."
Aya sat up suddenly then and shook his head, "What does it matter then. If my answer can't aid you in deciphering your feelings then it is just a waste of time," he stood then and I noticed that my questioning has killed the mood. His trousers were utterly flat in front.
Still though I spoke, "Damn Aya it's just a question! Why are you being so evasive!?"
In a rare show of vulnerability Aya turned and looked at me with a face so pained I abruptly sat up and went to comfort him. He shook his head and said, "Why? Because it's painful Yohji! How dense are you?!" he threw his hands up and in an instant cold, unfeeling, Ice Queen Aya was back. He glared at me then turned and left the room.
I was dense, clearly, because Aya had left, hurt and angry and I had no idea why.
