A/N: And here's part 2, with the Lemon, as they used to call it back in the day. *feels like old geezer*
Aya jumped when he felt arms wrap around him. He relaxed when he smelt that distinctive smell that was positively Youji. Cigarettes, booze, and women. Aya could live with the former two, but the latter he wanted to change so badly. He leaned back slightly on Youji. Youji slid his hands down Aya's chest as he began sucking on his neck again, this time the other side. His expert fingers found Aya's nipples and roused them to little nubs, causing Aya to moan. Every touch from Youji sent little shocks straight to Aya's cock. Youji slid his hands down Aya's skin, causing him to shiver.
He hooked his thumbs into Aya's pants and slid them down over his throbbing member and let them slide down to his ankles on their own. Youji wrapped one hand around the hot shaft and let the other slide back up so he could still play with Aya's nipples.
Feeling Youji's hand on his aching cock, Aya lay his head back on Youji's shoulder and focused on the sensation of Youji finally touching him.
"Mmmmm...Youji...I don't wanna...yet..."
Youji started nibbling on his ear and stopped long enough to whisper, "What if I want you to? Cum for me, Aya, Please."
Youji's words drew him over the edge and he reached up, entwining his hands in Youji's hair as he came. Youji was now supporting all of Aya's weight as he leaned heavily on the tall blonde. Youji lightly kissed Aya's neck as he waited for his breathing to slow.
"You're even more beautiful when you cum." Aya turned his head to look at Youji.
"You don't know how long I've wanted you to do that." Youji gave him a soft kiss.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that."
Then he kissed Aya hard as he turned around in his arms, and locked his hands around Youji's neck. Aya felt the smooth cloth of Youji's shirt under his hands and came to the realization that he was still fully clothed. Aya slipped his hands down Youji's front and found that he couldn't slide his hands beneath the shirt. It was so tight he felt Youji's face should be purple. He pulled on the shirt (what he could actually grasp) and broke the kiss.
"Youji, why do you wear this shit?"
Youji noticed the young bishounen was apparently having an outing with his shirt and smiled. "Because it makes me feel sexy." Aya let some of his normal look bleed into his eyes.
"It's not sexy, Kudou, it's frustrating. I think I'm gonna get my katana and see if it can be removed that way."
Youji's eyes widened. "No, no that won't be necessary."
He put hands on Aya's arms and moved him back to give him room. Youji crossed his arms and slowly pulled the shirt off over his head. He swayed like a dancer to get the snug material off. When it was gone, he smiled at Aya's expression.
"Now, that's how it makes me sexy. The only way to remove it short of damaging it beyond repair." Aya swallowed Youji's smug grin with a kiss as he began exploring the other's chest. His movements mirrored Youji's actions earlier, but Aya had different plans. He slipped his hands down to the jeans that were about as tight as the shirt had been.
"Jesus, Youji, how the fuck do you breathe?"
"Very carefully."
Aya finished un-doing his pants and fell to his knees, taking the pants with him. He should've known Youji would be the type to not wear underwear, but than again, his clothing wouldn't necessarily allow underwear. Youji's erection popped to attention in front of Aya's face. Aya's tongue came out and he flicked the slit on the top and smiled when Youji shuddered. Aya took Youji in his mouth and started a steady rhythm. Youji had looked down to watch his team mate, but he threw his head back as he felt Aya's mouth on him. He reveled in the sensations for a few minutes but reached down and stopped Aya. Aya gave one last lick before pulling away and looking questionably at Youji.
"I have more planned than just this."
He pulled Aya up and kissed him hard, tasting himself in the process. He walked Aya backwards to the bed and gave him a little push. Aya stumbled and fell back on the bed. Youji's breath caught in his throat.
He knew in that second that he would have to paint Aya. That scene in front of him was too delectable. Moonlight was streaming in through his blinds, setting pale bars across his alabaster skin. One ear tail was flung over his shoulder as he leaned back on his arms. His hair looked so much redder in the moonlight it was as if it was woven blood. A slight smile curved the lips that were slightly bruised by Youji as Aya wondered what had Youji so deep in thought.
Suddenly, Youji dropped to his knees and clasped his hands in front of him.
"I thank you, God, our Father in Heaven, for this beautiful bounty-"
Aya had sat up when Youji dropped and he was giving Youji a weird look. "Youji, what the hell are you doing?" The kneeling blonde looked up and saw confusion in Aya's eyes.
"Why, I'm thanking God that he let this beautiful angel fall into my room." Aya rolled his eyes. "I'm not sure it's Him you should be thanking."
Youji bowed his head and started again. "Dear Satan..." "Youji. Get up here and fuck me." Youji looked up again and saw 'the fire' in Aya's amethyst eyes. "I can't argue with that." Aya extended his hand and Youji took it, being pulled to his feet. Aya let go and let himself fall back onto the sheets, braced on his elbows. Aya's arousal had come back fully and bobbed against his stomach. Youji crawled up Aya's body and attached his mouth to the redhead's while rubbing their erections together, bringing a moan from both of them. Aya let his head fall back as Youji led an attack on his throat and chest. He led his lips down the soft hair that led down to his destination.
He lapped up the little puddle of precum on Aya's stomach. "Mmmmm. You know what, Aya? You taste really good." Aya waited for the moist heat of Youji, but it never came.
He opened his eyes to see Youji digging frantically in his bedside table for something that eluded his grasp. "Aha! Found it!" He exclaimed triumphantly. He came back to the bed with a small tube in his hand. Aya raised an eyebrow.
"Lube? What the hell did you do in here with those women?" Youji flashed him a smirk and poured the lubricating liquid on his fingers. "That's between me and them. Some women are just...accommodating."
Aya shivered when he felt Youji's fingers circle his opening. This was what he wanted. For Youji to take him. To be Youji's. Youji entered one finger and met resistance. "Shhh, baby. Relax." Youji bowed his head and took Aya's cock in his mouth. Aya gasped and Youji felt the muscles loosen. He worked his finger in until Aya started moaning.
"More. Please...Youji."
Youji slipped another finger in and began feeling around for the spot that would make Aya writhe. And he knew when he hit it. Aya's back bowed up off the bed and he emitted a noise that couldn't be mistaken for anything other than pleasure. Marking the location in his memory, Youji went on about stretching Aya. Finally, Aya couldn't take it anymore. He had Youji's fingers in his ass and his cock in Youji's mouth.
"Please, Youji. I'm ready. I need you. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." He continued saying it like a mantra.
Aya groaned at the loss when Youji removed his fingers to lube his own cock. He put his head at the entrance and looked up at Aya. The look on his face was exquisite as he slowly slid himself in, meeting little resistance. After he was seated, he stopped to let Aya's body adjust to the intrusion. Youji knew from experience that it always stung. No matter how much you wanted it, or how many times you had done it, for the first minute it would sting. But, looking at Aya's face, he almost believed it hadn't hurt at all. Youji reached down between them and wrapped his hand around Aya's cock.
The breath Aya had been holding slipped out in a sigh. Violet eyes met green and Youji knew he would never be able to get enough of this man.
"Youji...move." He moved his hips, trying to get him to move. "Youji..."
It's really good to hear your voice
saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
He pulled out nearly all the way, leaving only his head in. Youji leaned down, putting his hands on either side of Aya, and kissed him. When their lips touched, he thrust in, aiming for the spot he found earlier and was rewarded with Aya's writhing form. Kudou Youji never misses his mark. Every time Youji thrust in, he would make sure to at least brush that 'spot'.
Normally Youji had more stamina than this, but, Aya was so tight around him, squeezing him. And looking into those purple eyes filled with lust and something else brought him to the edge. Feeling his release nearing, Youji reached between them again and began pumping Aya.
"Youji!"
Aya came and shot all over Youji's chest. Aya's muscles clinched into a vise grip on Youji and he took one more thrust before filling Aya with his cum.
"Aya, my Aya."
Amethyst eyes shot open at Youji's proclamation. But then he thought about earlier in the kitchen. Am I not sexy anymore? Is that it? Youji must have just needed reassurance that he was still sexy and that's all this was. He kept his eyes open wide to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out. Youji pulled out of Aya and gave him a kiss as he rolled over onto his side.
"We need to get cleaned up. I know from experience it's not too fun when you wake up and everything is dry."
"You go shower. I'll wait."
Aya wouldn't look at Youji. Youji's face fell when he heard what Aya said. "Oh, OK. Are you...are you sure? It gets really uncomfortable."
"Y-yeah. Just go shower."
Aya felt the bed move and a drawer open and shut before he heard the door do the same. Aya rolled over to his side and grabbed one of Youji's pillows. The smell of Youji seemed to trigger the tears and his control wavered. Dammit, Aya! Why did you fool yourself? When he composed himself, he grabbed his clothes and slipped on his jeans to wait outside the bathroom.
***Youji turned on the water and fixed it to the right temperature. He looked into the mirror over the sink. He was still lightly flushed. He climbed into the shower, braced for the cold blast that always comes no matter how hot the water is. He washed the evidence of the night's activities from his body and fell into thought. Why was Aya so distant again? He wouldn't even look at me. What happened? Is he ashamed of what we did? Did he think distant was what i want? I have to talk to him.
"Mmhm." He nodded and finished up his shower. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants for the journey back to his room.
He didn't sleep in anything, but, ever since he ran into Omi in the middle of the night with nothing covered, he's been wearing old sweatpants to the bathroom at night. At least for Omi's sake. The kids eyes were the size of plates for a week afterward. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the stuttering younger member of Weiss. Youji pulled open the door to see Aya leaning against the wall.
Youji stepped into the hall and Aya brushed past him into the bathroom. Were his eyes red? Why didn't he say anything?
"Koi..."
But the door shut before he could say anything. He heard the shower start up and turned with a sigh towards his bedroom. He walked into his room and stripped the top sheet from his bed and threw it into the ever increasing pile of dirty clothes. "Need to do laundry." He grabbed his spare sheet from a drawer and threw it haphazardly across the bed. He crawled under the sheet and lay on his back so he could see the door. He waited, but, Aya never showed up. He spared a glance at the glowing clock next to his bed and an hour had passed. Sleep overtook him as he resigned himself to the fact that Aya wasn't going to be coming back.
I've slept so long without you
It's tearing me apart to
***Youji awoke to loud banging on his door. He groaned and tried to burrow his head into his pillow to both escape the sunlight streaming through his window and the noise from his door.
"Youji! I know you're in there! Get up, you baka!...I'm coming in!"
He heard his door fly open, but refused to move his head. "Youji, get up! Me and Omi have to make some deliveries, and we want at least two of you in the shop. Now get up! Aya's been up for hours. Move it!"
Youji knew with how persistent Ken was he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. His heart picked up when he heard he would be alone in the shop with Aya. Now I can talk to him about last night.
"Fine, Ken. Just leave so I can get dressed."
Ken's jaw literally dropped. "Oh, no. You've pulled that one before. I'm not leaving this room. And I know you're not modest."
Youji shrugged and got out of the bed, not even trying to cover himself. He started getting dressed and Ken's jaw dropped again.
"You...you're actually not gonna fight me? You're gonna get up on your own without being dragged from the bed kicking and screaming? What happened to you last night?"
Youji smiled as images of the previous night flashed into his mind. "Oh, you know. The same-o same-o. Hey, how long are you guys going to be gone? I don't wanna be stuck too long with the 'iceman'." Ken patted him on the back as they left the room. "Don't worry, Aya's being as silent as usual. You might survive. Than again, I guess silence kills you. Good luck!"
As soon as he got downstairs he went to the kitchen and got a fresh cup of coffee before entering the shop. Once he was situated at the cash register, Omi and Ken departed with loads of flowers. Aya was watering the flowers and Youji thought this was the perfect opportunity.
He started towards the redhead and suddenly a gang of girls came into the shop to buy flowers. Aya would help them find what they wanted and Youji would get their money. But Aya would never make eye contact. This went on for several hours until the last chattery lady left.
***Present time***
Aya watched the people scurrying around in the rain, trying not to get wet even though it was inevitable.
Inevitable.
It was inevitable that his feelings would show through sometime. He was so entranced with the rain that he didn't notice the blonde sneaking up behind him until long arms wrapped around him. He started to stiffen up, but a voice appeared at his ear.
"Relax, koibito, relax."
"Youji."
Youji rested his chin on Aya's shoulder. "Aya, why didn't you come back last night? Was it something I did?" Hearing Youji's words brought fresh tears to Aya's eyes.
"Youji...I...I thought..."
Youji spun him around in his arms like he did last night and saw the tears. "Aya." Youji kissed his eyes, and then down his cheeks to his lips, all the time murmuring comforts. "Shhh, Aya, Koibito, shhh." This time it was a gentle, caring kiss that he bestowed. They broke away and Aya finally made complete eye contact with Youji.
"Yours?" Youji smiled and nodded, "Mine." They kissed again and there was a light flush on Aya's cheeks when they pulled away again. "Youji." His voice was soft as he said Youji's name.
"I love the way you say my name."
Youji kissed him again before he could say anything else.
It's really good to hear your voice
saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
Featuring lyrics from (in order, Pt.1, too):
Hoobastank 'Inside of You'
Breaking Benjamin 'Rain'
Hoobastank 'Inside of You'
Hinder 'Lips of an Angel'
QOTD Soundtrack 'Slept so Long'
Hinder 'Lips of an Angel'
Das Ende.
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