A/N: This was the very first yaoi/slash story I wrote several years ago. So, be nice. I believe my more recent works are better with my new skills. Remember to check out my official site in my profile.
***Obvious Disclaimer: I'm not Takehito or the others, so I don't own the characters. They're only puppets in my play and I've gained no money from them. ***
Jade eyes search for violet, but to no avail. He won't look at me. The blonde was behind the counter with a customer but his thoughts were elsewhere. Mainly begging for eye contact from the newfound object of his desire. Last night had been the best of his life. And he thought it was true for his lover, but apparently that wasn't the case. Or why else would Aya avoid his eyes when he so desperately wanted to just see a glimpse of violet.
The customer had been chatting happily with Youji but he hadn't heard a word. He supposed she was only there because he didn't even have to think to flirt. When she left, he wasn't sure what to do. You're the great Youji! Conqueror of women everywhere! You can deal with this!
It seems so obvious
There's something up with us
I swear I feel it
From across the room.
***Aya kept his back to the register and focused his full attention on washing the windows even as his back bristled with the feeling that someone was watching him. And he knew who that someone was. And that's why he refused to turn around. Why he stayed focused on a normally boring job.
Aya didn't think he could face the eyes that haunted his dreams before last night. This was the infamous Kudou. The lady killer. The king of seduction. And he seduced Aya from that first day when he woke up in Youji's bed after Ken beat the shit out of him. Youji's eyes were such a beautiful shade of green. But today he didn't want to see them.
If last night was a one-time occurrence, he didn't want to see those eyes. The truth in them.
That blabbering woman finally left and the silence in the shop was so thick with unsaid words. Aya stopped washing the window and just stood there, watching the light rain that had just started. People were scurrying around, trying to get cover even though it was barely sprinkling. Aya's mouth barely twitched as he thought that the rain was exactly how he felt.
I don't have a past
I just have a chance,
Not a family or honest plea remains to say,
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.
It was nice to feel needed for a while. To let his mind be clouded by the notion of love. To be held as he came. The look in Youji's eyes as he flooded him full of his seed. But then, Youji surely must've thought him just a convenient fuck. Just like the women he took nightly. The women Aya could always hear in his room. His heart turning green with envy that they were the ones causing his team mate so much pleasure.
But I think I'll kill myself
If I never know...
What do I have to do
To get inside of you?
To get inside of you?
Sometimes he would lay awake, stroking himself, imagining the hands were Youji's. Or better yet, Youji's mouth. He would hear Youji's moans in the other room and imagine it was him giving Youji so much pleasure. He would cum and whisper Youji's name. But last night was different. Last night he didn't have to imagine. His fantasy became reality...
**The previous night**
Aya had gone to bed early due to a headache that had been building all day. So, after Omi's constant insisting, he popped a couple of aspirin and hit the hay. He was roused from a deep sleep at 2 in the morning by his cell phone going off. He groped blindly on the table next to his bed, not wanting to open his eyes. He finally grabbed it and flipped it open.
"Whoever this is had better have a damn good reason for calling me at...sometime in the morning."
He still refused to open his eyes, even to look at the glowing clock on his nightstand. The voice on the other end stopped his heart.
"Aya, sorry about calling you, but i can't find my key and neither Ken nor Omi seem to have their phones on. Could you come down and open the door? Please?" Youji had done this before. Called Aya when he was drunk off his ass and couldn't find his keys.
But this time what caught Aya was the fact that Youji didn't sound drunk at all. He was totally coherent. Aya lay there and actually thought about letting him sleep outside. It's what he gets for losing his keys. But there was something else in his voice. Some kind of sadness. "Aya. Aya, you still awake, man?" Aya groaned at the fact that his body was waking up. At this rate he would be fully awake and not able to sleep after getting back to bed.
"Yea. Hold on."
Aya rolled out of bed, cursing his other team mates for turning off their phones. He was already wearing pajama pants and he saw no reason to get dressed just to go let Youji in. He went down to the back door and opened it.
Youji was sober, but something about the way he held himself had Aya's alarms sounding. They were team mates and he could tell Youji's moods easily.
"Youji." Youji flashed a forced grin and walked in.
"Thanks, Aya. It means a lot that you came down to let me in. For a little bit there i thought u would just leave me outside."
Youji's words hit Aya deeply, but through his years of practice, his face showed nothing. He sent a glare at Youji and turned to go back to bed. When he reached the doorway from the kitchen, Youji called out. "Hey, Aya. Want some Sake?"
"No."
"It'll help you sleep. And it's no fun to drink alone."
Aya stood there for a minute before turning around. "It's because of you I need help to go back to sleep." He thought about that for a second and smiled.
"Sit down. And what's with the smile, Aya?"
Aya sat down at the round table while Youji got out two glasses and a bottle of Sake. Youji sat down and filled both glasses. Aya took a sip of his, but Youji just stared at his glass. For once it was as if their roles were switched. Youji normally couldn't stand silences and Aya could always do silence very good. But now Aya couldn't stand the silence that wrapped around them.
"What's botherin' you?"
Youji started and realized he must have been spacing out. "What d'ya mean? Nothin's botherin' me." Aya just gave him a look that said plainly that he knew he was lying. Youji didn't know why, but with those violet eyes on him, he just couldn't keep it up. He should've known Aya would know. Youji sighed and kept his eyes on his drink.
"Am I getting old?" Youji's response took Aya off guard.
"No. You're in your twenties, Youji." But Aya's response seemed to cause a panic in Youji.
"Well, then am I not sexy anymore? Is that it? Cause I think I could live with old age, but not losing my sexiness!" Aya just stared at him. The sexiest man he'd ever met just asked him if he was sexy.
"Youji, you haven't lost anything."
Youji looked up at this. Aya seemed to be studying a grain in the table. What? Can Aya possibly..? no, he's just consoling me. I must be a real mess. But, what if...
"Prove it."
Aya's head shot up. "What?" Youji smiled, positive Aya wouldn't take the bait. "Prove to me that I'm still sexy."
Aya's heart sped up. "And how exactly am I supposed to do that?"
"I dunno. That's your job, now."
Youji stood up and started digging through the fridge for something to snack on and didn't notice Aya come up behind him. "Youji." Youji spoke from the fridge.
"Did you come up with a way to show me I'm still sexy?"
Since Youji obviously wasn't going to turn around, Aya grabbed his hip and spun him around so his back hit the counter.
"Wha-?"
Aya kissed him. Youji's eyelids fluttered closed and he kissed Aya back. They separated when the need for air was a must. Aya put his forehead on Youji's shoulder and tried to get his heart to stop thudding so loudly. Youji stood there attempting to figure what just happened.
Aya said something so softly Youji barely thought he heard it.
"There will always be at least one person who thinks you are sexy."
Was this Aya admitting his feelings for Youji? Youji reached down and cupped the side of Aya's face, forcing him to look at Youji. He looked into the violet eyes and saw that Aya couldn't hide the truth. Youji let his feelings for Aya slip into his eyes and Aya's eyes widened before Youji drew him into another kiss. They kissed as if they were both going to crawl into the other.
Aya was pressed up against Youji and Youji could feel that Aya was definitely happy with what they were doing. Youji dropped his hands to Aya's hips and pulled the younger man up against him even more so he could feel Youji and know he wasn't alone. Aya gasped when he felt Youji's hard arousal behind his tight jeans.
With his lips free, Youji began an assault on Aya's neck. A sound bubbled from Aya's throat that thrilled Youji. He stopped nibbling on his neck and spoke to Aya with his lips just ghosting over his pulse. "Aya, my bedroom." Youji could actually feel Aya's pulse speed up, thudding hard against his lips. Is Youji asking...?
Before Aya could regain any composure, he was already being pulled by his hand to the stairs. He stopped and forced Youji to stop.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Youji smiled and kissed Aya again. The kiss was short and sweet and when he pulled away, Aya's eyes were shut again.
"I've been sure since that day I saw you in my bed. I want to fuck you, Aya."
Aya opened his eyes and smiled. "As you wish." For the first time, Youji saw Aya smile and he vowed to himself to keep a smile on Aya's face. They ascended the stairs and Aya couldn't stop himself from admiring how Youji's ass looked in those tight jeans he always wore. Aya felt like he should be waking up right now. But, no matter how hard he tried, the dream wouldn't shatter. He didn't want to get any further in because he knew he would wake up in the morning alone and in need of release. When the boys got to Youji's room, he shut the door so no one could accidentally walk in on their way to the bathroom(Ken), and turned to Aya.
Aya was surveying the room and stared at the king-size bed. Large not just for Youji's height, but also for the massive expanse of women he brought to that bed, at least, until Ken walked in too many times and they voted for him to not bring any more women to the apartment. Three to one vote. Aya felt another stab of jealousy as he thought about all of the women who had been here. Aya had no doubt that the room would still smell like sex if Aya hadn't made him clean everything claiming that the smell was leaking under his doorway and assailing his delicate nostrils.
Youji leaned against the doorway and fell into his own thoughts about the fact that the icy Aya was going to be in his bed. Trying to come to terms with the fact that Aya apparently had some of the same feelings that he himself had. That Aya was someone he could let himself love without worry of them finding their demise with him. He thought he knew Aya and attraction, but through all of his practice and ability, he still missed Aya's feelings. Well, not anymore.
A/N: Story was long and I had to split it into two parts.***