This one should be a lighter one. I hope it doesn't offend anyone – it was meant playfully, but sometimes Yohji gets a little out of hand…
"When I say you're mine, I mean it!"
The Look his lover gave him could have frozen hell.
"You're not helping yourself, Kudoh."
So displaying his possessive side in the middle of the crowded movie, and nearly bloodying a man who had, in truth, not been hitting on his lover but instead only trying to ask if he had dropped his change, hadn't been the best idea Yohji had ever had.
Aya stormed into the bedroom ahead of him, tossing his jacket furiously on the bed, and Yohji knew that the best thing he could do would be to stop trying to defend himself, admit he had been wrong, and beg for forgiveness.
Unfortunately, the blonde had never been very skilled at choosing the best option.
"It's like – we're one, you know?"
Aya turned to look at him – flat, disbelieving, challenging.
"You expect me to believe that?"
"Well…it's how I feel." Yohji knew approaching a furious assassin was a mistake, but he did it anyway. "So, your eyes are my eyes, your body is my body…" he reached forward, tracing his fingertips against his lover's mouth. "These are my lips."
Aya nipped at his fingers, though he did look somewhat mollified.
"It has to go both ways if you expect to use that as an excuse."
"Oh – it does. For instance…if you do what I think you're planning to do…well, you'd just be kicking your own ass, wouldn't you?"
A smile twitched across Aya's reluctant lips. Yohji took his chance, hurrying to gather him into his arms. Hands fisted painfully in his hair as he tried to lower his mouth to kiss his lover.
"Nice try, Kudoh."
"Come on," the blonde grinned. "You know you want to tell me to go fuck myself."