Realization
Disclaimer: The Weiß boys aren't min, and neither is Lolita. Thought you probably could have figured that out on your own.
Warnings: This story contains mentions of Aya/Ken, Youji/Omi, swearing, and allusions to sex.
Realization
Aya shifted farther toward the end of the couch even before Youji finished sprawling out. But subtlety, it seemed, was lost on Youji as he leaned closer and flung an arm across the back of the couch. "What're you reading." Aya's side was pressed painfully against the arm of the couch, the wooden framework digging into his ribs despite the layers of fabric and padding as he attempted to regain personal space.
"Nabakov's Lolita."
"Isn't that about a guy who has sex with underage chicks?" Aya stuck a finger in his book, stood, and resettled himself on the other end of the couch.
"Personal space, Kudou. Yes, if you want to ignore Nabakov's genius and the literary achievement of the book, yes, Lolita is about a guy who has sex with underage chicks." Aya reopened his book, adjusted his reading glasses and rested his elbow on the armrest.
"Dude, you should be nicer to your best friend."
"And what the hell makes you think we're best friends?" Aya eyed the door, wondering if Youji would tackle him if he tried to run.
"Well, You're sleeping with Ken, so you can't be best friends, because good friends can't have good sex. Dido with me and Omi. Not to mention Omi and Ken are best friends. So that leaves you an' me to be buddies."
"Maybe I don't want a best friend." Aya started praying Ken and Omi would come home from the movie they had gone to see right now. Walk through the door and save him. He even vainly tried to send Ken a telepathic message. The door remained obstinately shut.
"You've got to have a best friend. You're stuck with me."
"If Ken and I stop sleeping together can he be my best friend?" Aya clutched at his book, flipping through and shredding the corners with his fingers.
"No go. He and Omi are best friends. We went through his. You're stuck with me." The book tumbled to the floor as Aya realized, horrifyingly, that out of all the members of Weiß, Youji was the most like a friend to him. Ken he slept with, Omi he still thought of as a child sometimes, but Youji was the one to yell at him, smack his head, force him to watch a movie while their respective others were out.
"Fucking Hell, you're right."
"Told you." Aya slowly picked up and opened his book, staring at the page as he tried to comprehend. Youji leaned closer. "Will you read to me Aya?"
"Just because you're my best friend doesn't mean I won't kill you."
"Ouch. No wonder I'm your only friend."
"Kudou…" A low growl.
"Fine, fine." Aya returned to the story and Youji channel surfed. If this was what being best friends with Youji entailed it might not be so bad.
"Hey Aya? Wanna have a sexy pillow fight?"
"Dammit Kudou!"