Hate Every Beautiful Day
Eva McGregor
Weiss Kreuz
M/MA: mildly graphic sex, violence, mentions of rape
Summery: Now that his sister is alive and doing well Aya take's it upon himself to get a life- by sleeping around more then Yohji. Then he meets a guy he wouldn't mind spending his time with; but that guy turns out to be a jerk. Then he meets a hunky American bartender who owns a night club that caters to the gay and straight scene. He's everything Aya could ever hope for in a man. Only there's one problem, Kritiker wants him dead for raping patrons out of his club.
A/N: the title of this fic is from a song by SugerCult album Start Static; though this isn't a songfic I felt the title works no matter how things turn out!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I like to play with them but only for free. I do however own Jun, Mike Rule, and Naked Pink don't use without permission.
Warning: This chapter has a lemon in it, I posted markers for anyone that wants to skip it, its not long and not that graphic.
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Hate Every Beautiful Day
Eva McGregor
Chapter One
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Aya woke up warm. Warmer then he usually did alone in his bed. Turning his head on the pillow he saw brown hair beside him, the man sleeping soundly like he didn't have to leave before the others woke.
Damn.
"Get up; you were supposed to leave hours ago." Aya growled pushing his bed partner until the man fell off the bed onto the floor.
The brunette sat up, this one a regular bed partner but now regular enough to be considered a boyfriend or pose a risk to the others. "What time is it?" the man asked sitting up amid the fallen blanket sleepily searching for his boxers.
"Four." Aya answered lying on his stomach on the bed to hide his nudity. "You have to be at work in two hours anyway Jun; get your ass moving."
"So vulgar," Jun muttered pleasantly looking at Aya's naked backside appreciatively as he got dressed. "How about dinner tonight?" he asked once he was dressed and leaned down to kiss the redhead.
"I can't," Aya answered accepting the kiss then pushed the man away. "How about tomorrow?"
"I'll pick you up at eight, then." Jun said kissing the redhead again and left the room.
Aya sighed once the man was gone glad that not even Yohji would be up at this our. Jun was a stock broker, a nice man in his forties that didn't mind sneaking around with a younger man. He was private and respected that Aya was too; but he wasn't so private that Aya suspected the man was up to no good. They had seen each other off and on for a month; always meeting for dinner then going back to one or the others place for a night a sex.
The sex wasn't the best; Jun was better then most men he had slept with but no where near the best. Not that Aya was complaining; Jun was comfortable with himself and didn't need anything more then foreplay and regular sex to say happy, unlike most of the younger men Aya had slept with that need an extra kink to get off. He liked that in the man; sometimes what others had in mind as kink hurt more then brought pleasure.
If the others knew Aya got as much action as Yohji did almost every night he would never live it down. He was careful not to let them know b sneaking out the fire escape and put a tracker on Yohji's car to keep away from the same parts of town and the same clubs. He was afraid that the straight males of the group would take offence to the fact their leader was gay.
If they weren't, then he guessed he could see Jun a little more often.
Once he had seen one of Schwartz at the clubs he frequented. They had met gazes nodded to each other in silent understanding that this was neutral ground and they weren't hunting each other and went their separate ways. When they saw each other next during a mission Schuldich had smirked a little but didn't tease him and didn't let on to the others what he knew. Aya just figured the telepath had the same problem of fearing acceptance from his teammates and was willing to keep Aya's preferences a secret as long as Aya kept his as well.
Aya could just see that conversation. "But Aya-kun how do you know he's gay?"
No he wasn't going to go there, that wasn't a secret he wanted exploited, who knew what Kritiker would ask of him if they knew he and the telepath were gay? Manx would probably order him to become lovers with the German and who knew what kind of kinks the sadistic telepath had.
Groaning to himself Aya hauled his blankets back onto the bed and went back to sleep content with the fact he didn't have to find out such plaguing matters.
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Aya was mad.
Dinner had been canceled and he didn't know why. Jun had called him to say he couldn't make dinner and would call him sometime. That hadn't been like that man. If he made plans he made sure he could make them. If he had to cancel he hand a reason and rescheduled either for later that night or for the next available.
Frustrated that Aya had somehow scared that man away he locked himself in his room intent on going out anyway. Damn if he's let a little set back like that ruin his night.
He looked out the window at the sunset, gods he hated beautiful days, they always had to end the same!
He changed his clothes to a new outfit he had bought for his next clubbing night. The black leather pant and slinky shirt were more revealing then Yohji's most sluty outfit but had a class that was known for the redhead. Putting on a warm leather coat to match the outfit Aya locked his door with the bolt that could only be unlocked from the inside and slipped out the window down the fire escape.
Yohji had complained about being tired from the mission the night before and stayed home tonight to sleep off his aches and pains so Aya wouldn't have to worry about what club the man would be at. Porsche was silent as he started it and let it roll out of the garage.
Then got the shock of his life as the blond sat up in the back seat.
"Kami-Sama Kudou! Do you want to be killed?" Aya asked trying to will his heart back in his chest. "What the hell are you doing in my car?"
"Well see I got this order this morning for flowers and it seemed a little odd so I asked the caller about it." Yohji said casually. "Do you want to know what I found odd about his call Aya-kun?"
Aya froze, oh no.
"This guy was calling to have flowers sent to the apartments upstairs. To your apartment, from your boyfriend." Yohji went on. "Well that made him really confused so I asked him about you and I think he got to wrong idea and thought I was either your father or your boyfriend cause he hung up on me and about ten minutes later you got a call and stormed to your apartment."
Aya groaned, well at least he knew he might be able to fix this. "Get out of my car Yohji." He said wearily.
"So he is your boyfriend?" Yohji asked then smiled. "Gee Aya if I knew you had a sex life I would have taken you clubbing with me."
"You mean you're not mad I'm gay?" Aya asked staring at the man through the rearview mirror.
"Why would I be?" Yohji asked confused. "I have gay friends, well most are female, and the others have life partners. But no I'm not mad; I'm happy you do something more then sitting around in your room all night. I'm happy you're dating."
"Thank you Yohji." Aya said. "Get out of my car so I can try and salvage my relationship please?"
"Call me if he breaks your heart, we'll go drinking." Yohji said then hopped out of the car to let Aya drive away.
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When Aya reached Jun's apartment building he parked on the street hoping that if everything went well they could go out anyway. He was hopeful as he rode the elevator to the fourth floor, he was hopeful walking down the hall to the apartment, he was hopeful as he knocked on the door.
He was hopeful up until the point a woman answered the door.
"Yes?" the woman asked. "May I help you?"
"Ummm…. No I must have the wrong address." Aya said and caught a glimpse of Jun walking down the hall toward then. Aya turned away hurrying down the hall to the stairs. Halfway there he heard his name being called but didn't care. He knew why Jun had canceled; he saw the wedding ring on the woman's finger.
"Aya!" Jun called grabbing the redhead from behind as Aya reached the stairwell. "Aya, it's not what you think; she's my sister."
Aya stopped his struggles and turned to the man hopeful once again. But seeing the man's face he knew it was a lie to save their relationship. "Don't lie to me Jun." he said softly pulling free from the man's grasp. "If she was you would have told me before."
"Aya," Jun said but didn't deny the accusation.
The redhead turned away and ran down the stairs. Behind him he heard Jun running to catch up and grabbed him again.
"So what if she's my wife Aya, she won't say anything about us; she knows better. I could fuck you in front of her and she wouldn't do anything!" Jun hissed squeezing Aya's arm tightly. "You're going to be my bitch from now on, no more working, and no leaving the apartment. I'll put you up some were and your going to like it, because you're nothing but a house boy, a slut!"
Aya gasped in shock. Did this man really think he's become someone's concubine and like it? Just because he looked fragile and worked as a flower boy? He knew that he couldn't kill the man, unlike his missions there would be no Kritiker to save his hide; but he also knew he couldn't let this man take him back upstairs and hope to get away later.
"Let me go," Aya said struggling with the man that suddenly wasn't the gentle kind man he knew. "I'm not your whore!"
"Be a good boy Aya," Jun hissed. "Your dirt poor, that shop hardly makes ends meet. You'll be grateful a rich man like me would take a gaijin like you into my house and give you a better life then you had."
Aya kneed the man in the groin tumbling down the stairs as he was let go. He landed at the bottom on the flight to the next floor at someone's feet and realized another had witnessed their fight. He knew from experience the upper class men had no qualms about who other men took as lovers as long as that person could be controlled, and they would have no problem returning a rebelling house boy to his master as long as the boy couldn't fight back and wasn't middle or upper class. Being a flower seller publicly made him only slightly high lower class but their standard because he didn't practice the art that went with high class concubine thought he had lived upper middle class enough to know it.
"Mr. Crawford-san." Jun greeted straitening himself up and casually walked down the stairs. "Pay no mind; you know how it is when breaking new ones in."
"Of course." The man standing above the redhead said casually. Aya looked up and to his dread saw Bradley Crawford of Schwartz standing above him. Maybe going willingly with Jun wasn't such a bad idea after all. "But somehow I don't think this one will break. Not easily anyway."
Aya tried to scramble away but found his hair grabbed by a tight fist keeping him from running.
"What are you doing with such a creature Jun?" Crawford continued hauling Aya to his feet for a better look- one that told Aya to cooperate if he wanted to live. "He isn't your taste."
"He's a good lay and no one will miss him." Jun said reaching out a hand as if to take Aya back. "Now if you'll excuse us dinner is getting cold."
"Hmm." Crawford said then trailed a hand down Aya's face making him flitch. "I think he'll be too much trouble for you Jun, he is a high-strung little cult isn't he? I'll take him off your hands for you; Schuldich wanted a new pet he can break."
Jun narrowed his eyes a little but nodded. "Fine, take the little bitch. I was just going to beat him to death anyway." He said and turned walking back up stairs.
Aya immediately began to struggle. "Let me go!" he yelled as he was dragged backwards Crawford's fist still firmly entangled in his hair. He was slapped hard for his effort and let by the hair to an apartment then dropped at another's feet.
"What's this?" a familiar accent said followed by a hand tilting up Aya's face to get a look. "Well, well if it isn't a kitten. Bringing home strays again Crawford?"
"More like saving them." Crawford said then walked do the hall vanishing into a room.
Schuldich smirked reaching out to help Aya up. Aya scrambled backwards until he hit the door then in panic tried to get it open. "Whoa, whoa, whoa kitten, not so fast." Schuldich said wrapping his arms around the slender waist and pulled him away from the door. Carrying Aya to another room he dropped the younger redhead on a bed and shut the door blocking its path by leaning against it. "What happened to you, that's making you so skittish?"
"Just-just get it over with." Aya said sitting back on the bed and looked at anything but the German.
"Get what over with?" Schuldich asked confused. Aya felt a small buzz in his ears and knew the man was searching out the answers himself. "Ahh, I see. And you think I'm going to make you my sex kitten?"
Aya nodded staring down at the floor.
"Do you want to be my sex kitten?" Schuldich asked kneeling in front of the younger man.
"What dose it matter?" Aya asked softly adverting his gaze away from the German.
Schuldich reached up and captured Aya's chin making the redhead look at him. "I don't believe in rape Aya, if I did I would have had you long ago. I don't believe in slavery either, it's a nasty business and leaves a bad taste in my brain. I like you sure; you're beautiful, loyal, and intelligent. But you're unwilling also; and I don't fuck the unwilling."
Aya turned his head away closing his eyes to keep from looking at the man. "He'll come back for me." He said meaning Jun.
"So?" Schuldich asked. "You know a thousand ways to kill him if he touches you again."
"You don't understand- I can't." Aya said looking at the German again. "If I do then all the missions will become murders that I'll be killed for. I can't kill anyone unless it's for a mission, why do you think we never go after you?"
"Well fine then, I guess he'll have to think you're my new pet then." Schuldich said. "You'll live here when you're not at work or on a mission. And don't protest, we won't ask you about Kritiker, you don't ask us about our former masters. And I won't kill him either, Crawford would get mad at me and then we'd have to move and I like this apartment."
Aya stared at the German then shook his head. "No, I'll take my chances." He said getting up and walked out of the room.
"Suit yourself." Schuldich said. "Don't expect me to save you if he kidnaps you."
"Wasn't." Aya called over his shoulder and left the apartment.
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Once he got down to his car he paused. He really didn't want to go home to face the others pity. Even if Yohji kept his secret the blond would want to know what happened, blame himself for not watching out for Aya better, and insist they go out. If he was lucky they would get drunk and go home, if he wasn't they'd get drunk and end up in bed together and he was pretty sure Yohji wasn't even bi.
No he couldn't go home just yet.
Getting into his car he started driving. Passing bars and clubs as he went Aya systematically weighted the options of going into any of them. Some were the places Jun would know to look, others were strictly straight. Then halfway across town he spotted a place that looked promising. The line outside was decent and it looked like the bouncer was keeping certain people out rather then waiting for people to leave. Aya pulled into the parking lot and ditched the jacket. As the only place in the area the bouncer automatically knew Aya was their to go in and let him through with an appreciative leer.
The club itself wasn't very crowed, not as much as most he had seen. There were people on the dance floor moving to the music, people at tables having a good time. The people at the bar didn't seem the type to be getting drunk, more like there to drink and watch the crowd. A black board over the bar announced a live band was playing at ten which probably accounted for the people at the bar; they were waiting for the band to start. Finding an empty spot at the bar Aya sat down and waited for the bar tender to notice him.
"You look depressed." The man said stopping in front of him; he looked American and was very big of the muscular variety. "Nasty break up?"
"You might say that." Aya answered in English just so the others couldn't over hear him.
The man smirked. "Word of advice kid, those aren't worth being depressed over."
Aya nodded in agreement. "I'll be fine thank you."
The man nodded. "So what will it be?"
"A Kamikaze." Aya said and winced a little at the seeming pun.
"Coming up. Names Mike by the way." The man said and mixed the drink right in front of him, poured it and handed it over. "Want to start a tab or pay by the drink."
"Tab would be fine." Aya said taking a drink of the liquid.
"Ok, then I'll need your license so I can bill you if you should pass out and have to be sent home in a cab." Mike said with a smile.
Aya nodded smiling back. "I've heard worse pick up lines." He said handing over his license.
"Ironically me too…." He looked over the license. "Aya?"
"Yeah," Aya said; even thought his sister was awake he kept the name he had used for two years and Kritiker made it his legal name.
"I like it, never heard it on a guy before, very original." Mike said that time flirting a little. "First drink's on the house just to cheer you up." Then he went off to tend to other people.
The band wasn't that bad, it need more practice, but they had potential. Once the band had started more of a crowd showed up. Mike came back to him a few times then went off to other people with very little conversation though Aya was sure the man appreciated the conversation in his native language.
Men and women flirted with him each being turned down politely and when Aya pretended not to speak Japanese switching between seven different languages. After a while the crowd got so thick Aya contemplated finds a quieter place, but there was none and it would take too much time to weave through the throng. If his drink tasted funny after the mill of bodies was at its thickest he tacked it up to the Closter phobia.
Until he started to feel funny. Not drunk funny, he had timed his drinks out over the course of the night so he's remain buzzed but still be sober enough to pay his tab and call a cab or call Yohji to come for him. No this was a funny that made him dizzy and sick and made the room spin something bad.
"You ok Kid?" Mike asked coming around for last call noticing Aya was holding his head and looked confused.
"No," Aya said absently and started to get up. "Where's that bathroom I think I'm going to be sick."
Mike looked concerned and took the glass of his last drink to smell its contents. "Damn someone must of spiked your drink in the rush." He said then waved over one of the bouncers. "Hey Keno, take the kid to the bathroom then lock him in my office, someone targeted him."
"Sure thing boss." The bouncer said wrapping a gentle arm around Aya's waist and more or less carried him to the bathroom. Aya was allowed to throw up in peace then carried to an office and laid down on a soft couch. "This room has a security camera. No one will bother you without Mike knowing." The man said to both reassure and warn, then left the room locking Aya inside.
Aya rolled over until he was more comfortable resting his head under a small pillow and closed his eyes letting the drug course through his body. He tried to stay awake for as long as possible but was finding it harder to fight the drug.
When he woke there was someone shuffling around the room making no attempt to be overly silent just courteous to the sleeper. His head hurt more then when he's ever been at his drunkest. He didn't remember much but knew he was fully dressed except for his shoes and didn't have any of the soreness he associated with sex.
So he didn't have sex last night which meant he wasn't raped and that the bartender was legit and really locked him in here to keep him from being raped by whoever drugged his drink last night. This meant he both made a mistake in coming here alone but did well in making an impression on the bartender.
Groaning as his head started hurting more; Aya pulled the blanket over his head curling tighter into a ball.
"Awake?" Mike asked from his desk going over the expenses from the night before.
"No," Aya answered squeezing his eyes shut. "Dead."
"To bad, then I guess this aspirin is going to go to waste." Mike answered with a slight chuckle getting up from the desk and brought over a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.
Aya sat up slowly wincing and took the bottle pour out four little pills then took the water. "Thank you."
"No problem," Mike said smiling softly. "It's the least I could do since you got drugged in my bar."
"That means I don't have the pay my tab?" Aya asked leaning back on the couch.
"I'll have to ask the owner about that one." Mike said his smile growing. "Its good to be your own boss, but I always wanted to say that."
Aya laughed despite himself. "So do you usually let strangers sleep in your office?" he asked looking around for the first time.
"I wouldn't be much of a businessman if I did." Mike said sitting back on his heels looking evenly at Aya. "My bar doesn't get many of the type that uses date rape, I don't cater to that young of a crowd, but it happens and most of the time we don't find out until the cops come by asking questions. I asked around last night, no one noticed who might have drugged your drink but I had a cop buddy of mine take the rest of your drink to the lab for testing, maybe they can find the guy that way."
Aya nodded his understanding. "I'm not going to blame you," he assured the man, "You caught it in time so Whoever didn't get more then the stuff in my drink. No harm done yeah?"
"Nope," Mike agreed standing. "Look, if you're up to it, how about I treat you to lunch? You slept most of the day away, I gotta open in a few hours, but I can spare some time."
"Sure," Aya agreed getting to his feet slowly. "Let me just freshen up and make a phone call."
Mike pointed to a side room. "You can use the private bath; I'll be out in the lounge when you're ready."
Aya made his way into the bathroom and looked himself in the mirror. Making a face he smoothed down his hair as best he could and attempted to brush his teeth with his finger. Wishing he had another shirt in his car he figured he could always buy a new one because he didn't want to go back home quiet yet and wouldn't need to unless there was a mission. Taking his cell phone he called Yohji figuring he would be the easiest to talk to.
"It's me." Aya said once the blond pick up his line.
"Get lucky last night?" Yohji purred sounding like he was just getting up himself.
"No," Aya said. "Jun ended up wanting a house boy. Luckily I was saved by someone unexpected. I just didn't want to come back last night, and well I went to this bar."
"And got lucky there?" Yohji interrupted.
"Will you shut up for a second?" Aya asked annoyed. "No I didn't, some guy drugged my drink, if the owner hadn't noticed who knows where I'd by right now."
Yohji sucked in a breath. "You sure you're ok Aya?"
"Yeah I'm fine." Aya said. "Listen, I'm staying out unless Manx stops by so tell the others not to worry about me alright?"
"Why don't I meet you for dinner? We'll go out?" Yohji suggested sounding worried.
"I like the company I'm keeping already." Aya said smiling at himself in the mirror. "I'll be back tomorrow."
"Ok, but call me if something happens ok?" Yohji said.
Aya closed his phone ending the call fixed his hair a little more then left the bathroom. Mike was at the bar cleaning the counter with a solvent when Aya appeared.
"Feeling better?" Mike asked putting away his cleaning supplies and washed out the rag.
"Yes, thank you." Aya said sitting down on one of the stool.
"So there's a diner down the street we can walk to." Mike said then looked Aya up and down. "Can I ask….do you dress like that always or just to bars?"
Aya looked down as himself then blushed. "Um…no." he said. "This is only for bar hoping."
"Oh, good, because I think you can get arrested for wearing that." Mike said but gave an appreciative leer at the same time. "Or at least should be, because you have to be illegal."
Aya smiled. "That was really bad." He said shaking his head.
"It was but worth it." Mike said. "I'll get you a shirt."
"Let me guess you live above your bar." Aya said watching the man head back to his office.
"No, I keep spare cloths in my office." Mike said coming back with a black tee-shirt. "It'll be really big on you, but it'll work."
"Thanks," Aya said pulling the shirt over his head over the slutty shirt.
"Do you live where you work?" Mike asked interested.
"Yes, I happen to." Aya admitted. "I work in a flower shop and live in the apartments behind it."
"Hey, at least you don't have to worry about traffic." Mike said tapping the redhead on the side of his arm. "Come on, if we hurry we can beat the dinner crowd."
Over a late lunch or early dinner Mike and Aya talked; just talked. It was refreshing for Aya to be able to talk to someone that didn't know about his other life. He was amazed how he could still talk about his teammates without letting anything slip about being assassins and in turn Mike told him about why he was in Japan. The man was ex-military and had been stationed in Japan for five years. He had fallen in love with the country and when he left the military became a Japanese citizen and opened his night club/bar.
He was older, not as old as Jun had been, but still in his middle thirty's where Aya was only twenty. However Mike wasn't middle class or upper class in Japanese society; he was aware of the customs that happened since it was universal; but he felt strongly against them. Besides he made just enough to keep his club, pay his rent, and buy the things he wanted; he couldn't afford a house boy even if he wanted one.
"So are you going to show up at my bar again?" Mike asked once they were finished eating. "I'd like you do show up at my bar again."
Aya smiled, he was noticing he was doing that a lot around Mike. "Sure I will. I just need to go shopping first."
"Why?" Mike asked leering again. "I like what you're wearing."
"That's because I'm wearing your cloths." Aya answered smirking.
"It could be." Mike said thoughtfully. "I just had a thought."
"Did it hurt?" Aya asked laughing.
"Smart ass, I like that." Mike said laughing as well. "Do you know how to mix drinks?"
"Unfortunately." Aya answered remembering that mission.
"Good," Mike said. "Work with me tonight. You can have all you want to drink and no one will drug you."
"I donno, free liquor; getting paid." The redhead held out his arms pretending the weigh the options.
"Oh, well if you want to get paid you have to work more then one night." Mike said seriously. "How about three nights a week, double shift on Saturdays. Your choice."
"I donno," Aya said knowing that the man was really offering him a job. "Sometimes I have to work nights at the shop. You know banquets and stuff. I'd have to manage a schedule around that."
"That's fair." Mike said, "You can work a schedule by the week and change it as stuff comes up. Any excuse to see you again."
Aya smiled and leaned forward. "If you want to see me again all you have to do is ask." He said with a wink then got up followed by the man.
"That's too easy." Mike said paying the bills and walked beside Aya back to the bar.
"I like easy." Aya answered once they were back in the bar.
Mike turned Aya around to face him and ran his hand over the redhead's cheek until it rested just under his jaw. Tipping his head up a little the man leaned down and kissed the younger man first lightly then with more vigor when Aya returned the kiss willingly.
"Ok I lied." Mike said when the kiss ended making Aya dread for one heart beat until the man continued. "I do live upstairs, or at least I will as soon as the renovations are finished. But I sleep there."
"Uh-huh." Aya said leaning in to kiss him again.
The bigger man cupped the redhead's ass in his hands lifting him up until his legs could wrap around his waist. "Big bed." Mike continued kissing his was down the redhead's neck. "I don't have to open for three hours."
"Three of them?" Aya asked already rubbing against the bigger man; the friction was just what he needed.
Mike smiled carrying the redhead upstairs. He was right the apartment needed work but the bedroom was finished and that was all that mattered. Laying the redhead down on the bed Mike started planning kisses on any flesh he could find moving his strong hands under the tee-shirt and slip both tee and other shirt off in one motion. Kissing his way down the pale chest he noticed the scars, they were much like the battle scars he had when he was on actual missions in the military, bullet wounds, knife scars, burn marks…they went on in pale lines that barely showed over the pale skin.
"Were you in the military?" Mike asked smoothing his hands over the marks. Aya seemed a little young to be military, not with this amount of scaring anyway.
"No," Aya whispered arching against the hands on his sensitized skin. Reaching up he kissed the man deeply pulling his shirt out of his pants and pulled it over his head ruffling the short hair a little.
"Gang?" Mike asked not detoured by the hot body under him.
"Stop asking." Aya ordered breathily. "More sex."
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Mike smirked leaning down and rubbing his face against the flat plan of Aya's belly. Deftly he undid the tight leather pants peeling them off quickly. He took in the sight of the redhead naked under him hungrily. "Natural redhead huh?" he asked playfully then took the erect cock in his mouth deep throating in one go.
Aya nearly exploded then and there as he arched off the bed trying hard to thrust into the hot mouth except large hands kept his hips pinned to the bed. He babble incoherently and barely noticed when the mouth let him go and Mike stood stripping his jean and rummaged in a drawer for a condom and lube. Climbing back onto the bed the larger man carefully settled his weight on the smaller body sliding their erections together as he mimicked what he was going to do with his with his tongue in the redhead's mouth.
Moving the slender legs apart he continued his movement's one large hand lifting the slender hips up to place a pillow under him for more leverage. Coating his fingers with the slick substance he teased the small opening until the redhead was moaning uncontrollably then slid his finger inside.
Aya arched up again the feeling of the meaty finger better then anything he felt before. "Oh god please!" he moaned moving against the second finger when it hit that spot inside him not many loves managed to get.
Kissing the redhead Mike slid his fingers from the opening and rolled on the condom putting a generous about of lube knowing he was too big for most lovers. "Tell me if I hurt you." he said parting Aya's legs more and placed the tip of his cock at the small opening then started pushing in slowly. Aya arched back wrapping his legs tightly around the lean waist, he had never felt anything so wonderful or filled so well, and it just got better when Mike was fully seated in him.
"Don't stop." Aya whispered into the man's ear and kissed him passionately. Mike had no intention to. Carefully he pulled back until only the tip was in then thrust back in using his body as friction against Aya's cock. He set a place, slow and hard that carefully got faster the closer Aya got hitting the redhead's prostrate as many times as he could. They were both very close to the brink Aya's inner walls practically vibrated against his length. Twisting a little Mike thrust hard from a different angle with the most friction and wrapped a hand around the redheads throbbing erection using the pre come to slide his fist easier.
Aya made a choking sound that turned into the scream as he came hard arching off the bed as much as the body above him would allow. Mike let go using the redhead's high to thrust as hard as he could several more times then came himself grunting into the pillow beside Aya's head. He pulled out as he came down noting the wet feeling against his thigh that told him the condom broke at some point. Sitting up a little he pulled off the latex examining it for two things: blood, and a clean break; the first he found but not enough to make him worried and the second he also found with a sigh of relief.
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"The condom broke." Mike said throwing the thing in the trash then lay down to take the trembling body in his arms. "There was a little blood too."
"I'm fine." Aya said turning to burrow into the mans shoulder. "I'm clean too."
"I'm not worried." Mike said kissing the top of Aya's head.
"You didn't hurt me." Aya went on. "That was the best sex I ever had, well actually it was better than the best sex I ever had."
Mike smiled. "Stop before I get a big head." He joked embarrassed kissing his hair again. "You're pretty fantastic yourself."
"Hmm." Aya hummed contently ready to drift off to sleep.
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Schuldich showed up around midnight.
"I see you got lucky." The German said with a smile as two people conveniently vacated their seats so he could sit at the bar. "Want me to check him over and make sure he won't hurt you?"
Aya sat a beer in front of the older redhead. "Why you think he's really mean?" he asked sarcastically making change for the amount he was given.
"Maybe, you never know." Schuldich said sincerely pocketing his change. "Maybe he's the jealous type too?"
"I don't mind." Aya said walking away to serve someone else.
"Violently jealous?" the German suggested as Aya passed him a minute later.
Aya rolled his eyes turning back to give the man his full attention. "What do you want Schu?"
"Just to make sure you're ok, Blondie will be showing up in about an hour." Schuldich said sipping his beer. "That Jun guy is really possessive by the way, he figured out that Crawford wasn't into having house boys so he's going to be looking for you."
Aya sighed. "Well then keep his mind away from here and make him forget the shop." He said catching a glance of Mike walking up to them.
"Something wrong Aya?" Mike asked ever knowledgeable of the smaller man's emotions. He glared a moment at Schuldich assessing his threat to the younger redhead.
"Mike this is Schuldich, the overprotective it-isn't-need-here guy." Aya introduced glaring at the German. "He was just telling me to watch my back and look out for my ex."
Schuldich smiled handing Mike a picture. "That would be him." He said tapping the photo of Jun. "Now if you'll excuse me I'll be off. See you around Aya." He smiled knowingly and walked off but not without a parting thought for the redhead.
//He's a keeper//
Aya trashed the empty beer bottle before he broke it.
As promised an hour later Yohji showed up with Ken since Omi was still too young to get into bars. He smiled brightly waving at Aya as he made his way to the bar, Ken just looked uncomfortable.
"Hey you didn't mention you were moonlighting." Yohji said happily then looked him over. "You got laid too!"
"Shut up." Aya said with a laugh giving each a drink. "I didn't know I'd be working here and only when not on missions."
"Cool, dose this mean free booze for the friends?" Yohji asked hopefully.
"Only the first one." Aya said knowing Yohji would take advantage and Mike would be in the hole in a week.
Yohji pouted then seemed to remember Aya got some. "So who's the lucky guy?"
Aya blushed nodded toward the man serving customers on the other side of the bar. "He's the owner."
Yohji whistled. "Wow that's a big guy."
"You have no idea." Aya answered earning a laugh from Yohji and a groan from Ken.
"Please no details." Ken said covering his face embarrassed. "I don't want to know about Yohji's love life, I don't want to know about yours."
"You're just jealous because you don't have one." Yohji teased.
"I don't have one because he's underage." Ken said then banged his head on the counter top. "I didn't say that."
Aya raised an eyebrow. "Does Omi know?" he asked.
Ken lifted his head. "Who said it was Omi?" he asked but his blush told them that was the object of his lust.
"Well? Dose he?" Aya continued.
"You know you've gotten mean since becoming a bartender." Ken said shaking his head. "And no, he doesn't and I'd appreciate it if he doesn't until he's eighteen if you don't mind."
"More friends?" Mike asked walking up to them this time with a better reception.
"Yeah, these are my co-workers at the shop. Yohji, Ken this is Mike." Aya introduced glad Mike seemed to like his friends.
"Nice to meet you guys." Mike said shaking their hands. Then he leaned in to whisper to Aya. "Chat all you want with your friends but please don't neglect the customers, the happier they are the more tips they give."
Aya smiled and nodded to his friends then went to fill another order.
"He'll be back." Mike promised them with a friendly smile and went back to work.
Another band played that night, this one better than the night before. More people showed up and many of them seemed happy to see a new beautiful face taking their orders.
At some point Yohji left Ken alone at the bar to dance with the other clubbers since the scene wasn't strictly gay or straight but a combination of both. Aya kept Ken company as much as he could until the brunette excused himself to go to the bathroom. However after ten minutes Aya started to get worried.
"Hey Mike, Ken didn't come back, I'm gonna check the bathroom." Aya called slipping under the bar opening and walked to the bathroom. Slipping inside he found the small but clean room empty and went back out. Looking around he spotted a very big man talking to someone in a dark corner. Curious Aya walked closer and spotted Ken pressed up against the wall trying to inch away from the man.
"Hey!" Aya shouted catching the attention of one of the bouncers- the man that had taken him to the office the night before- and moved to confront the man. Ken was a big brute in size but still small for being that muscular. He could easily take the man but that would mean a fight and he wasn't willing to risk a death.
The big man turned to reveal he was ugly as well as big. "Buzz off fly." The man said in a gruff voice the stench of his breath reaching Aya from two feet away. At this point Aya also knew this man either paid for the door man to look the other way or stuck in somehow. Mike didn't let in people that looked drunk or smelled this bad. For one the drunk just got drunker and caused problems, and two people that smelled that bad usually were homeless and either couldn't pay or should be using their money for food.
However this man was neither homeless nor drunk but he was all dangerous.
"Stay away from my friend." Aya said skirting around the man until he was standing next to Ken then whispered to the brunette. "You ok?"
Ken nodded. "I think he came in through the sewer, he smells like one."
Aya shrugged one shoulder and took on a fighting stance watching the big ugly one carefully.
Then Mike came swinging a bat. "Hey get out of my club!" he shouted threatening the man with the bat. "I don't know how you got in here but get out!"
The ugly man grinned with broken teeth lashed out at Aya then vanished out a side door. The crowd cheered that Mike had chased away the man then the band started up again with a new song.
"Next rounds on me!" Mike shouted into the crowd earning another cheer then once again ignored them. The big man went over to Aya helping him stand from where the ugly guy had knocked him into a wall. "Hey, you ok?"
Aya shook his head to clear it. "My head and face hurt." Aya said rubbing his jaw absently.
"That guy got you good Aya." Ken said looking worried. "You might have a concussion."
"I doubt it." Aya answered starting to walk to the bar again.
"Still Aya, better safe then sorry." Mike said putting an arm around Aya's waist and started to steer him toward the office. "If you don't want to go to the hospital then you're going to stay up all night resting."
Aya smiled a little at the funniness of staying awake while resting. Maybe he did have a concussion. He winced a little when the side of his face hurt. "Don't make me smile it hurts." He complained.
Mike kissed the side of Aya's face. "I'll get you some ice, you're friends can stay with you until we close unless you want to go home?"
"I'm staying, Omi would get worried and fuss, and he has school tomorrow." Aya said leaning against the couch and waiting with Ken for Mike to return with the ice for his head.
Mike returned shortly with a rag filled with ice and Yohji following close behind looking as worried as the other two. Aya took the ice gratefully placing it on the back on his head where it hit the wall moving over a little to let Yohji sit down.
"You ok?" Yohji asked worriedly. "Are you sure you don't have to go to the hospital?"
"Yes mother." Aya said sarcastically. "I'll be fine, go help Mike tend bar Ken will keep me company."
"Yeah sure." Yohji said getting up again and followed Mike back into the main room.
"If you pass out I'm stealing Yohji's car and taking you to the hospital." Ken said leaning back on the couch to watch the door comfortably. "Or maybe your car since it has a top."
"The next person who hens me is gonna get beat." Aya said moving the ice from his head to his jaw. "Unless it's Omi, cause he'd pout and do that eye thing where they get larger then his head and that's just disturbing."
"Not mention that Omi's scary." Ken agreed smiling a little. "Except when he gets that little smile while fixing arrangements….."
"Wow you have it bad." Aya joked smiling a little.
"I do," Ken agreed nodded slightly. "You know I like you so much better now that you're sister is awake. You actually show a personality."
"I myself now that Aya-chan's awake. So do most of my dates." Aya said smirking a little.
"What did you do? Aya-chan woke up so you have free time and decided to make up for two years of no sex?" Ken asked in morbid curiosity.
"Pretty much." Aya said moving the ice back to his head. "For the first few months, then I was mostly looking for someone to stay with for a while at least." He shrugged a little. "I thought I had too. But it didn't work out."
"Then you met Mr. Bartender?" Ken asked smiling a little. "He's cute for an American."
"Yup." Aya said closing his eyes a little.
Ken poked him. "Hey, stay awake." He ordered laughing when the redhead made a rude hand motion. "No thank you Aya, I think your boyfriend would be jealous."
That got Aya to open his eyes. "My what?"
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A/N i hope everyone likes this, i was very reluctant to post here because if that Lemon, if it becomes a problem i will revise, but it should be the only lemon in the story.