Chapter 4

Yohji hated being in Aya's car. The man drove like a maniac, for one. And now he had to hang his head out the window like a dog just to smoke, because Aya had freaked on him five times now and refused to pull over for a smoke break.

So hear Yohji was, half his torso out the window to smoke and Aya was still glaring about it.

"Can we find a motel soon?" Yohji asked, tossing the butt out onto the road before sliding his body back down into the seat.

"I already told you that we aren't stopping. Sleep in the backseat if you need to," Aya reached over and yanked Yohji's seatbelt down, buckling it.

"Thanks for caring, Aya," Yohji snickered, knowing full well that Aya only fixed his seatbelt to avoid a parking ticket or having Yohji become a liability to his 'mission' if he got hurt.

"I don't care," Aya said in an obvious lie that made Yohji smirk. Guy had to be so damned difficult.

"Hey, look! Its Mastermind!" Yohji shouted.

Aya slammed on the breaks. Yohji actually felt bad when he saw Aya looking back and forth, all predator.

"Which way did he go?" Aya looked pointedly at him.

"Um, heh!" Yohji scratched the back of his head. Should he fess up that he was just screwing with Aya now because the guy had been a jerk for eight hours now?

No, that would be really stupid. No sense in getting in a real fight with Aya right now.

"I thought it was that car over there, but maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me. I'm so damned tired." Yohji hoped to hell that he bought it.

Aya just nodded at him, starting the car back up. Yohji was just glad they hadn't gotten in an accident. As it was other people were honking their horns and screaming at them.

"I hope this isn't a trend with your driving, Aya, because I so don't want to die. I'm too pretty," Yohji didn't need to look to know Aya was glaring at him. He could feel it.

He reached over to one of Aya's hands, prying it away from the wheel to link with his own. Aya couldn't drive with two hands, so Yohji was pretty sure that taking one of them off the wheel wasn't going to make much difference. Aya could pull his hand away if he needed to.

"Aya, can we please get a real place to sleep? If I'm starting to see Mastermind, and I'm not nearly as tired as you look, then we're going to die if we don't sleep. I don't want you chasing after some guy just because he has the same hair colour or something. Besides, sleeping isn't any fun when you have to sleep alone."

Yohji exhaled a relieved breath when Aya finally conceded and pulled over into a hotel. He hadn't been expecting something more than a cheesy bug infested place, but then again, he knew how anal Aya was about cleanliness. He would have to count his lucky stars for that, because they were going to have a nice comfortable bed to sleep on.

"Will that be one room or…"

"One," Aya cut the man off, looking impatient. Where the man couldn't see Yohji linked his fingers with Aya's. He knew how the man was about public displays of affection.

"The only room with two beds we have left is…"

"One bed," Aya interrupted again. Yohji grinned from ear to ear. Well, that was way more than he had expected. He had sort of expected Aya to refuse letting anyone know about them who didn't already know.

"Not a word," Aya warned a split second before Yohji was going to lean in and whisper in his ear. Of course he had wanted to whisper something that would make Aya shiver. He wanted Aya to be hot and bothered in front of this guy. It was like a game. He'd been bored for the past two hours. Aya had barely said a word to him, so intent on Schwartz.

Yohji decided to ignore Aya's warning and lean in anyway.

"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?" Yohji whispered so quietly that he was sure that Aya was the only one that heard. Yohji watched the telltale stiffening of Aya's back. The man could try to fight his desire all he wanted, it always beat him in the end anyway.

Where no one else could see Yohji moved their linked hands so that he could brush his fingers against Aya's leather clad hard on.

He grinned from ear to ear when Aya shivered.

"Aya, Ken said to call and check in at midnight. That means we have an hour to kill before we have to call 'mommy'." Yohji reminded him, wanting the clerk to think he was the one being level headed and wondering what the hell was wrong with Aya.

"Room 189, fifteenth floor," Aya accepted the keycard. Yohji didn't like the look he was getting. Crap, that meant Aya was getting a handle on his desire and was settling for pissed off.

"Make yourself useful and grab our bags. I'll see you upstairs." Aya growled, bumping shoulders with him as he walked by.

"uh huh, as long as you promise to let me in afterward."

"Do as you're told." Okay, now Yohji felt even more like a dog.

Then it dawned on him. Smoke break! That's exactly what that was! So Aya wasn't being a total asshole, he just didn't want to smell Yohji's cigarette smoke.

Either that or Aya really was just being an ass. It was hard to tell sometimes.

Author's notes: Thanks Bat and chinchan for your reviews. =)