Chapter 37

Aya's eyes slid open. He felt so tired and his limbs felt heavy. Looking around he was glad to note that he was back at the apartment sleeping on the couch.

"About time you woke up, lazy," Yohji teased, tracing his cheek with his knuckles.

"Aya-Chan?" Aya sat up, his shoulder and his hand throbbed.

"She's fine. She's out shopping. She wants to stay by your side. The girl's a lot stronger than we gave her credit for. Must be the Fujimiya genes," Yohji teased, sitting down beside him.

"Is everyone okay?" Aya leaned his head against Yohji's shoulder.

"Akio's legs are in casts, but other than that everyone only has bruises and minor cuts. Akio's being reassigned to another group and I'm allowed to stay here with you. Aya-Chan promised not to say a word and Akio won't tell on her, he gave his word." Aya smiled at that. Since when did things go their way? He wasn't complaining.

"How are you feeling, Aya?" Yohji leaned over and kissed the top of his head.

"Tired, but I'm fine," Aya raised his head and brushed his lips against Yohji's. Yohji turned and pulled Aya up into his lap. Aya grinned, he could feel Yohji's hardness against him as he straddled him.

"Ken and Omi are out. We have the place to ourselves," Yohji claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. Aya groaned, it felt so good to be connected to someone right now. Aya kissed back, frenzied, his nails digging furrows into Yohji's back that he was sure would be beading blood.

Yohji pulled his own shirt off before his hands skimmed up Aya's torso that was bare save for the bandages.

Aya ground down against him, making Yohji gasp and then smirk at him.

"Just be careful of your stitches, you masochist," Yohji teased, throwing him down onto his back so that he could yank his pants down and off. Yohji stood up and divested himself of all clothing before lowering down on top of him.

Aya slid his legs farther apart to accommodate him.

"How do you want it? You want to ride me or do you want it like this?" Yohji had never asked him anything like that before. Aya could feel his cheeks heating up. Yohji chuckled at that. Aya paused to think. How did he want it? Aya flipped their positions and straddled Yohji's hips. He would be less likely to rip anything this way. Yohji grinned up at him, his hands catching Aya's hips in a bruising grip.

Aya didn't want to be prepped, he wanted it now! He shoved himself down onto Yohji's member, startling the man and making him cry out. It hurt almost too much, but he wanted this. He clawed his fingers into Yohji's chest, drawing up a small amount of blood that he leaned down and licked.

Yohji yanked him down by the back of the neck for a deep kiss. Aya growled into his mouth before he started to move. Yohji was thrusting up against him, adding his own rhythm. It was almost too much. Aya bit into Yohji's shoulder even harder than usual. Apparently it was too hard, because Yohji grabbed him by the hair and dragged him away from the wound.

Aya grinned, knowing he had blood on his lips. He reached down and pulled Yohji up against him, straining the man while he rode him. Yohji took the hint and bit Aya in the same place.

Aya cried out. That was so good! He was coming already, and Yohji wasn't far behind, clawing his fingers into Aya's back the way he liked.

"Damn," Yohji panted, flopping down against the couch. Aya slid off him rising to his feet. He could feel his back and thighs burning from Yohji's nails. He loved the reminder of what they had just done. Yohji had marked him and that always made him feel whole.

"You need to control that bite of yours a bit, babe, I so don't want to have to explain to a doctor why I have a bite mark that needs stitches," Yohji chuckled.

"You love it," Aya smirked back at him. Yohji slid off the couch and came at him, pinning him to the wall and kissing him fiercely. Aya tangled his fingers in Yohji's hair, ignoring the pain in the knife wound. He let Yohji lift him, pulling his legs around his waist and slamming into him again.

Aya gasped, already sensitised from the first time. He kissed back again, biting at Yohji's lower lip before delving into his mouth again.

The door slammed open. Aya leapt out of Yohji's arms, blushing bright red. Ken and Omi were staring at them with glazed eyes. Damn. He couldn't hide all the scratches and the bite mark from them, nor could he pretend they hadn't been screwing up against the wall. He could read Ken's eyes easily, going back to his earlier comment about them being intense and rough.

"Is there a problem?" Aya snapped, using his only self defence.

"N…no!" Ken and Omi both ran upstairs. He knew exactly what they were going to be doing upstairs. The two had looked intrigued enough that Aya knew they were going to give rough a go.

"Mommy and Daddy have officially been caught by the kids," Yohji snickered before pulling Aya back against him. Aya moved back to the wall, turning around and presenting himself to Yohji.

Yohji moulded himself to his back, pressing back inside him.

"I could do this forever," Yohji purred in his ear before nipping at the shell.

"Then do it." Aya challenged, gasping as Yohji started a fast pounding rhythm just the way he liked it.

"I love you so much. So quit getting hurt all the damned time," Yohji teased, panting hard. Yohji's body was so hot against his back, a strong comfort. He gasped as liquid fire shot through his body, he came hard at the feel of Yohji's heat spreading within him.

"Shut up," Aya gasped, turning in his arms, wrapping his arms around Yohji's neck and just leaning on him. Yohji tightened his arms around his waist, just holding him.

"Love you," Aya said very quietly. He felt whole, and finally nothing could come between them. Schwartz was dead and Kritiker had given him his love back.

"I think we should celebrate," Yohji drew back to look him in the eye. Aya dreaded what that implied.

Yohji released him to pull on his pants. Aya did the same, humouring him and following him into the kitchen.

Yohji pulled out a six pack of beer and handed one to Aya.

"It tastes like shit," Aya said, handing it back to him and going in the fridge for a drink he had bought on a whim a week ago.

He pulled out the huge bottle of sake and went in the cupboards for the proper cups.

"Yours is bound to get you drunk a lot quicker," Yohji laughed. Aya shrugged, he didn't care.

Aya knew Yohji wasn't going to drink the sake, the man hated it. So he sat there and drank the entire bottle.

"Hey, Aya, your sister knows you use her name," Yohji said, grinning at him with drunk eyes.

Aya giggled, feeling the world spin around him. He launched at Yohji tackling him to the floor.

"You are such a cute drunk." Yohji tackled him back. They struggled for dominance, laughing so hard that the others came running down the stairs to see what was so damned funny.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Ken asked, chuckling. Aya and Yohji continued to struggle until Aya finally pinned him.

"You saw, I win!" Aya said triumphantly, trying to get to his feet only to fall on his face in a heap of giggles.

"What exactly do you want for your prize?" Yohji asked, sitting up. He helped Aya sit up, laughing.

"Um, you have to cook tonight."

"No drunks by the stove," Ken interrupted. He had a good point, they would probably burn the place down.

"Um, oh! I know, take your clothes off and run down the street screaming that you love me!" Aya giggled. Every time he moved the world moved with him, making him laugh even more. It felt good. Everything had gone to shit for so long that now it didn't matter if he would be totally embarrassed tomorrow, he was happy.

"Done!" Yohji started to strip.

"You two are insane. If the cops drag you in its your own damned fault," Ken reminded.

"What else do you want, Aya?" Yohji asked, sounding disappointed by Ken's reminder.

"Dinner tomorrow? All of us? Your treat?" Aya knew that was probably the only thing that he would get. I mean he could ask for any sexual favours, but he would get them anyway. What he really wanted was for all of them to spend time together before Aya-Chan had to leave for school again.

"Okay. But only if you wear one of those sexy outfits you bought." Aya nodded, he could do that. They were sexy, but not obscene, so he wouldn't be traumatizing Aya-Chan.

He leaned against Yohji's shoulder and smiled.

"Ran, I'm home!" Aya-Chan announced, skipping into the room. She held out a gift to him.

Aya smiled, accepting it. He unwrapped it. A sword cleaning kit. She really was okay with everything. She wasn't just pretending for his sake.

He smiled at her. Things were going to be okay. Missions were going to go back to normal now that Schwartz was dead. He had Yohji by his side and his sister still loved him.

Author's notes: I wanted to end it on sort of a cute note. And what better way than to have Aya plastered and giggly like he was in the first one.

I hope you liked the stories and I hope you liked the final result.

Thank you so much for reading them.

I'm probably going to write some more Yohji Aya fics, but not related to this one. This one is finally finished. ;P