Chapter 38

Aya smiled as Yohji pulled him close. He felt safe and warm. Ken and Omi were somewhere else in the club dancing together. It had made him feel less skittish when Yohji asked those two to tag along.

He felt like there wasn't anyone else around, just Yohji in his arms smiling at him with that warm look in his eyes.

"Are you having fun?" Yohji asked, like there was a chance in hell that Aya didn't love being in his company. Trying to stay away from Yohji had hurt him far more than he ever wanted to admit to himself.

Aya nodded, a small smile quirking his lips. He did something that was out of character for him, he leaned in and kissed Yohji without a care for who saw them.

One of Yohji's hands left his lower back to reach up and slide through his hair. It stung, too many wounds on his head. But he wasn't about to let Yohji know that, the man might stop touching him, thinking that he was fragile.

They'd been dancing for half an hour. Their hips pressed tightly together, leaving no room for misinterpretation as their hard members pressed together. It was such an amazing tease.

"You're so beautiful," Yohji whispered against his lips before deepening the kiss, plunging his tongue into Aya's mouth. Aya opened for him, his hands tightening their grip around his shoulders, nails digging into Yohji's back.

"I want to make love to you," Yohji whispered in his ear before grabbing the lobe in his teeth just hard enough to make Aya's breath hitch.

Aya looked around. Why the hell would Yohji want to do that here?

"Not here, at home," Yohji chuckled, reading his face. Aya laughed softly, surprising himself as much as he surprised Yohji. It was a sound that was very few and far between for him. But right now he felt at peace with Yohji, like there were no missions, no enemies.

Aya nodded. He wanted to lay in Yohji's arms.

Yohji took him by the hand and practically dragged him over to where Omi and Ken were dancing.

"We're leaving." Yohji shouted over the music. Ken nodded, having brought his bike.

Yohji kissed Aya soundly before leading him to the doors that they had come in.

The drive felt like it was hours when it was really a matter of minutes. Aya was impatient, all but attacking Yohji as the man fumbled with his keys. Aya was kissing him hard, his hands sliding down Yohji's back and moving to his front, one hand moving up his chest and the other moving down to his zipper.

"Calm down, Aya, wait until we get inside," Yohji chuckled, unlocking the door. As soon as he had the door locked he lifted Aya up into his arms. Aya grinned as he wrapped his legs around Yohji's waist, letting the man hold him up as he made his way up the stairs.

"You're so eager," Yohji teased before pressing Aya against the wall, kissing the hell out him while grabbing the doorknob and pushing it open. Aya didn't care, they could do it right out in the hallway right now for all he cared. He needed Yohji right now.

Aya grinned, rocking his hips against Yohji's, teasing him as Yohji kicked the door closed and ran to the bed.

Aya was already fighting with Yohji's zipper. Yohji dropped him down on the bed and started to undress hastily. Aya did the same, getting rid of the clothes that had been a huge barrier for him on the dance floor.

"Get down here now!" Aya hissed, grabbing him around the waist and yanking him down.

He was startled when Yohji flipped them so that Aya was seated on top of his hips. Yohji pressed against him, his member sliding against Aya's ass.

"Now!" Aya hissed. Yohji was grinning at him as he reached under the pillow where he often hid lube. Aya growled impatiently as Yohji slid a finger into him. That wasn't what he wanted and Yohji knew damned well. He didn't need to be stretched, he wasn't that delicate. But Yohji was insisting, adding a second finger, and soon a third.

Aya yanked on Yohji's wrist, pulling the fingers away. He lined up Yohji's member and slowly slid down.

"So beautiful," Yohji whispered for the hundredth time, his hands guiding Aya's hips. Aya let him take control of the rhythm. He still felt like he was in control as he rode him slowly. If Yohji wanted to go slow Aya wasn't about to deny him, even though he wanted to ride him hard.

"You're so impatient," Yohji teased, thrusting up hard against him this time. Aya gasped, that felt damned good. Yohji was big enough to snap his hips up to hit his prostate over and over.

"You feel so damned good." Aya didn't answer, just leaned down and kissed Yohji, biting his bottom lip hard before leaning down to kiss his neck. He found the spot where his bite had started to scar from last time. He bit hard enough to make the scars bleed just a little bit.

"God damn it, Aya. Love you so much." Those words were all Aya needed to make him come hard.

Yohji snapped his hips up a few more times before filling him with his seed.

"I missed you," Yohji whispered in his ear as Aya slid off him to lay in his arms.

"This is what is real," Aya admitted. Everything else, all doubts, all worries, were gone, silenced by Yohji's embrace. He felt at peace for the first time in a long time. He lay still as Yohji used the edge of the blanket to clean them off.

"More real than anything," Yohji agreed.

Author's notes: I hoped you like the end. I know it took a long time for this story to finally end. I think there's going to be one more story to it and then it will be over. If you enjoyed the story thus far, I am writing one called 'search for revenge'.

Anyone who loves Schwartz might not want to read the next story. =)