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Yohji wrinkled his nose at the heavy musty smell of his room. He'd been gone a long time. Still though, he couldn't be happier to be back home. He leaned on his cane a bit, not really needing it but feeling a bit more secure with it under his hand, as he walked over to his window and threw it open. He took a deep breath of the fresh cool air. Autumn would be changing over to winter soon, he could feel the chill in the air, still though he left it open hoping nature would cleanse the staleness of his room.

Omi knocked on his door frame with a small smile, "Good to have you back. House has been too quiet without you."

Yohji chuckled as he turned to look at him, "Not what I hear from Aya?"

Omi furrowed his brow, confused.

Yohji clarified just as Ken stepped up to stand beside Omi, "You're a screamer little one," at both of their horrified looks Yohji let out a hardy laugh. It pulled a bit at his scar, but it was worth if for those embarrassed flushed faces alone.

Aya slid between Omi and Ken and into Yohji's room, "Behave," he gave him a stern look with a raised brow.

"Oh come now!" Yohji was grinning wickedly at Omi and Ken, "We're all adults! A little sex talk won't hurt any of us!" He waggled his brows at Aya and that was the only indication he got that the blonde wasn't quite finished teasing his teammates yet, "I wonder what kind of kinky things you do to Omi to make him holler like that!"

Ken was the first to recover, "Wouldn't you like to know, but I'm not sure I'll ever be able to top your fetish of fucking a woman who looks like Aya," he gave him a smug smirk.

Yohji's smile dropped but he looked impressed, "Well, never let anyone tell you you can't dish it."

Omi let out a sigh, "Now that these strange...hellos are out of the way..."

Aya took a seat on Yohji's bed and Ken joined him inside but leaned against the dresser.

"Yeah?" Yohji still had a playful look on his face.

"What would you like for dinner? First night without hospital food."

"It wasn't that bad," the blonde smiled, "but yeah...I'd love something greasy."

"Delivery?"

"Yes," Yohji took in another deep breath of fresh air, "what about that American fried chicken place?"

"Sure," Omi smiled when he saw Aya's frown of discomfort. Aya didn't eat anything fried. He asked, "So I need to get enough for...how many people?" He tried to be delicate about it. He gathered from Aya that at the very least he and Yohji had admitted to feeling something for one another, but he didn't want to speak about Miaka. Omi had no idea the state of Yohji's relationship with her.

Yohji looked startled by the question, "Uh...four," he waved his hand between them all.

Omi nodded, but Ken, not realizing the delicacy of the situation just flat out asked, "So Miaka isn't coming? It's your first day out man! Would've figured she'd at least drop in."

"Ah," Yohji finally understood, "well we're not together anymore," he crossed his arms over his chest.

Ken's brows shot up, "Because of you and Aya?"

Yohji nodded, "Yeah."

When Omi had told him of his teammates' predicament, he didn't believe him at first. He had been a little wary of it still, so hearing Yohji's unflinching answer solidified the situation for him. He looked at the older man, "So are you two..." he prodded.

Yohji smirked, "We haven't gotten that far into the conversation yet," he saw Aya drop his head from the corner of his eye.

Ken lifted his hands, as if in surrender, "Alright man, I get it," he backed out, "Same order? 20 piece?" He took Omi's hand, he was glad he didn't have to hide anymore. He smiled over at him when he felt him give a little squeeze.

"Yeah, sounds good," Yohji shook his head, "no, it sounds great! Get a double order of the fries too!"

Aya spoke up, "Do you mind calling that vegan place for me? I would but...well..." he glanced at Yohji, clearly he wanted to stay and speak with him.

"Sure," Ken nodded, "what do you want?" Even as he asked he and Omi were already turning to head back downstairs.

"A large garden salad with extra tomatoes."

"Gotcha!" Ken gave a thumbs up then gave Omi a kiss on his neck causing him to giggle before the two of them were out of sight.

Yohji walked over to the bed and sat down next to Aya. There was a bit of silence before Yohji asked, "Do you want to have that conversation now?"

"Not really," Aya looked over at him a bit sympathetically, "I know how I feel about you...how we feel about each other, I just don't know if I am ready for a relationship..."

"This isn't a crush," Yohji reached out and touched Aya's thigh. He felt him tense and he rubbed it to try to soothe him, "I love you," he looked at him and when Aya didn't look back he reached up and moved Aya's eartail and tucked it behind his ear. He smiled when he saw Aya's violet eyes slide his way, "I'm not trying to rush you. I'll wait. Of course I'll wait."

Aya parted his lips to speak but instead just placed his hand over Yohji's and held it against his cheek. Yohji enjoyed the closeness and he was content to just...be."

Aya had to admit Omi was right. He hadn't realized just how much energy Yohji contributed to their dinner conversations until this moment. Yohji was effortlessly charismatic and watching him make Ken laugh and Omi blush was a treat. Aya was taken with his voice, his easy smile and no matter what he said he exuded confidence and theatricality. Aya watched as Yohji let out a soft chuckle, his emerald eyes sparkling with mirth and he desperately wanted to kiss him. As if Yohji could read his mind he looked over at him and winked. Aya turned his head, embarrassed suddenly and popped a cherry tomato into his mouth.

After dinner they all went into the living room and watched a new release movie Omi had picked out. It was some action drama about an undercover assassin. 15 minutes in and all four of them were pointing out poor gun discipline, shoddy hand to hand and ridiculous cover stories. Omi and Ken had opted to snuggle together in the chair and a half, free to express their relationship. That left Aya and Yohji on the couch. They had all changed into lounge wear and Aya wondered why he had rarely opted to hang out with his companions more often.

Ken spoke up, "I vote we make this a thing. Find a movie about assassins and rag on it!"

"Seconded," Aya answered and he could feel the shock throughout the room. He let out a huff, "Really? Do you all think I don't know how or want to have fun?"

Ken frowned, but it was Omi who spoke, "Well...it's not like you've fostered relationships with us outside of making sure we don't die..."

"Yeah," Ken chuckled, "I have no idea how Yohji fell for you. You're antisocial as hell!"

Aya blinked, caught off guard by the sudden assessment of his character. Yohji felt him tense beside him and he discreetly took his hand. He wanted to defend him, but he knew that would make Aya more upset.

Omi nudged Ken and gave him a look that read 'why would you say that'. Ken bit his bottom lip then added, "I'm not saying it's a bad thing Aya. Some people are just aloof."

Aya nodded, "No no, you're right. I haven't made much of an effort in the past. Just hearing it so bluntly like that..."

"Dude, I'm sorry," Ken looked pained, "I didn't mean...well...it could have come out better..."

Aya waved his hand in dismissal, "Truly I am not angry. Quite honestly I've had the same thought."

"Huh?" Ken lifted a brow.

"How Yohji fell for me."

Yohji looked over at him, now it was his turn to be taken aback, "Shall I count the ways here?" He smirked, covering his initial shock.

"No," Aya looked over at him sternly.

Yohji's smirk turned into a playful grin. He took that as a challenge. He lifted the hand he had been holding and gave it a deep kiss then he place it over his heart trapping it there. Then in an over the top Shakespearean accent he began, "Number one! Your leadership skills!"

"No no!" Aya looked mortified, "We are not doing this!"

Ken and Omi laughed and Aya felt the tension he hadn't even realized was there break. Now he understood why Yohji was being ridiculous. He was impressed that he had read the room so well.

"Number two! Your smile!"

"You've seen him smile?" Ken teased with a laugh.

"Stop it!" Aya pursed his lips at him, "Don't encourage him!"

That just made Ken laugh harder.

Yohji suddenly stood, still gripping Aya's hand to his chest, the action made the leader jerk forward and he let out a grunt then glared up at him. Yohji winked then licked his lips and Aya had no idea how Yohji could sneak in flirtation in the middle of his exaggerated monologue.

"Number three!"

"We're missing the movie!" Aya hissed.

"Have you seen his ass in jeans?"

Aya blanched and yanked his hand back. Omi was chuckling and Ken was still laughing.

"I'm glad you are so amused by my embarrassment," Aya rolled his eyes and leaned back against the couch.

Yohji smiled, "You're cute when you blush."

"Shut up!" Aya glanced away only to feel Yohji's lips on his cheek.

Before he pulled away Yohji whispered for only him to hear, "I can't wait to see your whole body flushed beneath me."

Aya bit the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't gasp aloud at the implication and to stay his sudden arousal. Yohji flopped back down onto the sofa, closer to Aya this time and as if he hadn't just disrupted every brain cell in Aya's head he called for Omi to rewind the movie. He took Aya's hand again, this time playing with the fingers. During a particularly loud scene Aya leaned over and whispered, "What makes you think am a bottom?"

Yohji smirked and turned his head, uncaring that they were close enough to kiss, "What makes you think I'm talking about sex?" At Aya's cocked brow he added, "Sparring. You know," he turned his head back to the film, clearly amused with himself, "honing our skills."

Aya clicked his tongue but had to admit he was amused too.

Omi fell asleep during the last 10 minutes of the movie. Aya actually enjoyed the finale, the camera work was decent and this fight actually looked better choreographed than the former ones. Ken was running his fingers through Omi's hair, the room having gone dark enough that it afforded them a little privacy. Once the credit's began to roll Ken gently shook Omi awake and helped his groggy lover out of the room and up the stairs. Yohji and Aya remained, Yohji learning that Aya liked to read the credits.

After a time Yohji whispered, "Did you mean that? That you're unsure why I love you?"

Aya was glad for the dark, he didn't know if he would have been able to say what he wanted to in the light, "Yes. I mean, I know what you've said, but...is that enough to build anything off of? Are we worthy of each other merely because we kill together?" He let out a defeated sigh before admitting, "I don't know why I love you either."

Yohji frowned but leaned in closer and nuzzled his nose against Aya's neck, he heard his little gasp of surprise, but he was glad he didn't pull away, "Look, I'm not saying I don't understand, because I do. I had to work though that too. But Aya, we not only work together but we live together too. Are you really saying you don't think we'd pick up something about each other's personality or character? I might not know what your favorite animal is but I know in the grand scheme of things that's not important."

Aya let out another sigh, "No, yes, I know you have a point. And really the details don't matter. Not this far into it I think. I know that my feelings for you are true," he closed his eyes, "You affect me in...pleasant ways..."

"You do that for me too," Yohji began to leave little kisses against Aya's skin, "I think I've always been drawn to you."

"I knew you were handsome and charming from the start," Aya turned his head slightly and Yohji slid his lips along his jawline to readjust, "I remember having to tell myself not to fall for you..."

"Really?" Yohji's voice held a tinge of awe, "I remember the first time I saw you fight...you looked so powerful...beautiful," he kissed Aya's cheek, "I felt ashamed that I had been caught off guard during a mission."

Aya let out a stuttering breath, "I...I felt the same...I thought you would be reckless...difficult, but you took orders well."

Yohji made a soft sound that warmed Aya's body. The television shut off, plunging them into total darkness. Aya felt Yohji's lips at the corner of his and he shivered.

"Do you like that? Giving orders?" Yohji's soft words ghosted along Aya's lips and he unconsciously licked them.

"It depends," Aya turned his head and touched his lips to Yohji's, "will you continue to obey?"

Yohji groaned and finally. Finally kissed Aya. It was gentle, exploratory and sweet. Just lips for now, warming each other until they found their bodies were pressed together. Aya experimentally licked Yohji's bottom lip and he felt them part for him. They met in the middle, tongues stroking sensually against one another. Yohji placed his palm on the flat of Aya's back and pulled him closer, he fought the urge to lie down. He was startled to realize that he wanted to take his time with Aya. He was incredibly aroused, but he didn't want to proposition Aya like some eager adolescent. So he continued to kiss him gently and was pleased when Aya let out a little whimper. Aya pulled back, embarrassed.

"It's okay," Yohji leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, "I liked it. Please don't hold back," he took his lips again and Aya, apparently comforted by Yohji's words, moaned softly.

Yohji drank in the sound and felt his pleasure increase. He moaned himself, his body warming as he pulled Aya even closer, the act forcing Aya to lift his leg and drape it over Yohji's thigh.

Yohji pulled away breathless, "Aya...fuck."

"Yes, I know," Aya panted, "me too..." He reached up and placed both hands on either side of Yohji's head as he kissed him again.

Both men were already hard and they were near enough each other to feel it. Yohji gave Aya's entire mouth a quick lick then he rolled his hips, drawing a strangled groan from his leader.

Yohji ended the kiss, his tongue running over his own lips, still tingling in delight. He took a deep breath and lay his forehead against Aya's, "We gotta slow down Beautiful, alright," he let out a breathy chuckle, "I'm trying to be good."

"Why," Aya's voice was husky.

The sound of it made Yohji's cock jump, "Gods Aya..." He ignored his libido and tried to explain himself, "I just...I don't know...you're not like the others. You mean more...I just..." he let out a growl of frustration.

"Yohji," Aya slid away from his teammate, "I understand. You want it to be special."

"Yeah," Yohji ran his hand through his hair, "pawing you on a sofa feels...I don't know..." he looked away, not really sure why he was even feeling this way, "It feels...disrespectful somehow."

Aya forced himself not to laugh, but he did smirk in amusement. He reached out and took Yohji's hand, "You don't have to do anything different for me. Your emotions for me will make it feel different enough. We don't have to make this some grand thing," he lifted Yohji's hand and kissed the back of it, "it's just sex."

Yohji frowned a bit, "I want to do this the proper way."

Aya did laugh that time, a soft chuckle, "Okay, we'll do it your way then. What do you wish?"

"I want-" he cut himself off then leaning back he turned on the table lamp. There was just enough light that it made the violet of Aya's eyes give off a gemstone like glint, "There, that's better," at Aya's grin Yohji let out a chuckle, "Okay, so I know I'm overthinking this. I get that. Never the less, I'm gonna do it because it won't hurt anything," he took Aya's other hand and he said, "I want to take you out. Wine you and dine you. Woo you the right way."

Aya didn't really think there was a guideline to this, but he didn't say anything. He knew that this was important to Yohji. He wasn't sure if he liked the idea of being put on a pedestal though. The reason Yohji wouldn't sleep with him now was because he saw Aya as somehow better than his one night stands. Aya didn't put that much stock into sex, but then again he didn't have one night stands, perhaps it did fall into a realm of sex and intimacy he didn't understand.

"If this will please you Yohji, I do not object."

"Thank you Aya," the blonde gave him a beaming smile, "I will make you so happy!"

"I'm already happy Yohji."

"Yeah...well happier then."

Aya chuckled at that.

After they had straightened up and double checked the locked doors, Yohji and Aya went up the stairs towards their rooms. Passing by Ken's they could hear the rhythmic creak of bed springs and Omi's soft mewling.

"Oh dear God I didn't think of that..." Yohji made a face.

"You mean that now that they know we know they don't have to keep quiet?" Aya smirked.

"Don't look so amused," Yohji smirked back, "you share a wall."

Omi let out a cry and Ken grunted loudly.

Aya's eyes widened a bit then he said, "Well with they way they are going at it I think you're gonna hear it though your wall too."

Yohji laughed then leaned over and gave Aya a peck to his lips, "God it feels so nice to finally kiss you."

Aya felt his cheeks warm and he looked away, "Go to bed Yohji."

The taller man leaned forward and slipped his arm around Aya's waist and pulled him close. He whispered into his ear, "Is that an order?"

"Yes," Aya placed his hands softly on Yohji's chest. His expression became seductive then, just enough to have Yohji almost regret not taking him on the couch. Aya's fingertips found the nape of Yohji's neck and he whispered against his lips, "Goodnight Yohji," he stepped back, looking regal and utterly gorgeous.

Yohji took in a deep breath and before he could catch himself he whispered, "Yes sir."

Aya felt a tingle of arousal and power race though his body and he lifted a brow at Yohji. The leader looked like a predator suddenly, with a gleeful smirk spreading across his face. Yohji shivered at the look and his dick tried to come to life again so he turned and waved his hand rather sloppily in good bye. Aya turned too with a smile and both men closed their bedroom doors at the same time.