Chapter 21

Aya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at the bandages that covered his body. He hated that Yohji had crept up on him like that. He had been so deep in thought that he hadn't heard the man come in, and then ended up trapped in Yohji's wires, forced to listen to Yohji.

How the hell did that bastard continually make him so weak that he'd been ready to slit his throat on the wires. He hadn't wanted to listen to Yohji. He'd already broken a blood vow for him, a vow to never let anyone into his heart. He had more pressing issues than falling in love. So he'd felt that he owed his own blood because he'd broken that vow.

And then to find out that his suspicions were true, that Mastermind had screwed with him again, that really hit home. His weakness had given Mastermind an 'in' on how to hurt him the most.

He'd been ready to leave for good, had resigned himself to it, had lied to himself that he would enjoy being completely alone. Then he'd made a mistake, knowing that it was a fifty-fifty chance that Yohji would realize and come home, he'd decided to microwave himself some food. Stupid, really. He should've treated it like a mission.

A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts.

"Notice the light on. I'm obviously in here so fuck off!" Aya snapped. If the Chibi couldn't take a piss outside then it wasn't his fault if the kid wet himself.

"Let me in, Aya," Yohji sing-songed from the other side. Like Aya was about to let him in.

"Don't hold your breath," Aya dipped the bandage on his throat down to look at the damage. It looked worse than it was, that was always good.

He heard a click from the doorknob a second before Yohji barged in on him. The man grinned, taking the pieces of metal out of the lock. Bastard!

The second the door was closed and locked Yohji was on him, kissing him in a frenzy. Aya gasped. It had only been a day but he missed this. His nails dug into Yohji's shoulders, clinging to him as he was kissed senseless.

Yohji's member rubbed against his, showing him how hard the man was. Yohji lifted him up off the ground so that he had to wrap his legs around his waist to keep from falling. Aya kissed him back. There really was no point in fighting it right now. Later he would snap at Yohji for invading his privacy in the bathroom, but right now he needed him too much.

"God damn, Aya. So beautiful." Yohji whispered against his lips before claiming them again. Aya felt like his lips were bruising from Yohji's fierce kisses.

"Wasn't sure I'd ever find you." Aya shut him up with a kiss. Yohji talked too damned much. He would have to tell him that after they were finished.

He threaded his fingers in Yohji's hair and yanked him back when Yohji tried to back off for air.

He was pretty sure he was drawing a bit of blood from Yohji's scalp with how hard his nails were digging in. He finally released him, grinning as Yohji panted for breath.

"That wasn't nice, Aya," Yohji chuckled. Aya grinned wickedly at him and shifted their hips enough to rub against him before he bit Yohji hard on the side of the neck.

"My bloodthirsty kitten," Yohji chuckled as Aya started to lick at the little bit of blood he'd drawn.

Yohji set him down. Aya quickly started to shimmy out of his clothes. He wanted Yohji now, and he'd be damned if he didn't have him.

"Slow down, Aya, I'm not going anywhere," Yohji kissed the side of his neck as Aya started working on Yohji's clothes.

"lube?" Aya asked, ignoring his comment. They could use soap if they had to, but it wasn't as good.

"Always," Yohji handed him the container. Aya stared, what did Yohji expect him to do with it? Shouldn't that be Yohji's job?

"Come on, Aya, I want to see you stretch yourself," Yohji was grinning at him. He actually expected him to…No way in hell was he doing that!

"I don't think so," Aya handed the tube back to him. He wasn't about to negotiate on that.

"Spoil sport. Okay then, turn around." Aya did as instructed. He was glad Yohji hadn't pushed the subject. He flinched when Yohji's cool fingers pressed against him, spreading the lube around.

"Do you love me, Aya?" Yohji asked, kissing the nape of his neck.

"You already know I do, idiot," Aya growled, nearly jumping out of his skin when he added the second finger. It was soon followed by the third, thrusting and twisting to stretch his entrance.

"Knock it off !" Aya hissed. He didn't want to come until Yohji was inside him. Yohji chuckled in his ear before pressing that large member against him, slowly pushing inside.

"Move!" Yohji knew how he liked it, fast and frenzied, so why the hell was he being so gentle?

"Don't rush me, Aya," even without seeing his face Aya knew that he was smirking as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and harder until that Aya arched his back with a hoarse cry.

"That's what I love to hear, Aya. You screaming for me. Needing me as much as I need you." Yohji bit at his shoulder hard. Aya screamed as he came. Yohji followed suit, filling him with his warm seed.

"You talk to damned much," Aya said, knowing that if he didn't say it now he was going to forget.

"Well, one of us has to talk," Yohji shrugged. Aya smirked as he pulled his pants and shirt back on.

"So, we're really okay, Aya?"

"I wouldn't let you fuck me if we weren't," Aya said, letting Yohji close the distance between them and kiss him, this time softer, much more gentle than the bruising kisses from before.