Kiss to frozen lips – free the caged beast inside
"Takatori!"
Aya sat in a crumpled heap, his hurled blade clattered to the ground across the roof. He was so over this he couldn't even work up the energy to curse Yohji as the blond pulled him to his feet and looped a bloody arm around his waist. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Omi retrieve his sword, Ken falling in beside the teenager silently.
Silent-they were all like that. Too far gone with pain and despair; too far removed from the feeling of being 'human' to care for anything but the closeness of another; their own thoughts an enemy to their sanity.
He turned in Yohji's loose embrace as the building exploded spectacularly and sighed wearily; too tired to even fight when Yohji's fingers slipped into his hair and gently coaxed his head onto a well-muscled but lean shoulder. There were words for his ears only then. Yohji's lips brushing the top of his head as the blond spoke brokenly. A soft, quiet story that made Aya's throat thick and breath catch.
He glanced up-misty emerald eyes caught his, the tenderest of kisses against cracked and bleeding lips and groaned as those fingers tightened in his hair, cradling him, pulling him closer. He shouldn't be doing this, but for those precious few moments he felt more 'human' than he had since his Aya-chan's accident. Yohji made him feel human and there was no way he was going to give that up.
He kissed harder.
