DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor wish to appear to be the owner of Knight Hunters/Weiss Kreuz and any merchandise related thereof.

AN: This is the last chapter and I had a great time writing it. I am aware of how contrived this chapter is, but I just couldn't stop myself from going this way. Full circle and all that! I hope you all enjoy it anyway!

"Connor," Aya smiled gently, "such a nice surprise."

"Likewise," the man shifted his eyes over to Yohji briefly, "I don't want to keep you though..." he trailed off, clearly fishing for information.

Aya lifted his hand to acknowledge Yohji, "Connor, this is Yohji," after the two men shook hands Aya said, "Connor and I used to talk online."

Yohji and Connor were staring at one another. Connor was Yohji's height, a bit broader but not by much. He had brown hair, pulled back into a low ponytail and the same shade of green eyes as Yohji. Connor cocked a brow and smirked.

Yohji let out a soft knowing chuckle, "Talk online? Is that what we're calling it now..."

Aya furrowed his brow, "What do you mean by that? We did talk."

"We did a little more than just talk," Connor was grinning now, "or...do we not want your boyfriend to know," he gave Yohji a wink.

Yohji laughed outright at that then slid his arm around Aya's waist, "Oh please tell!"

Aya looked between the two men and he realized he was missing out on some hilarious mutual understanding between the two men. He huffed, "I don't know what the two of you are on about. You've just met an I already feel like I'm the butt of some joke."

"No no babe," Connor cooed and he watched Aya's eyes narrow and he chuckled, "It's me. I'm just realizing why you stopped calling."

Aya shook his head, "There is no reason. I told you I was getting busier with work. I hadn't lied."

Connor glanced at Yohji again and both men said 'okay' in unison. That seemed to upset Aya and when Yohji felt his body tense he pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, "Shhh...calm down love," he glanced at Connor, "I should probably get this angry kitten home."

"I am not a kitten!" Aya ground out, but when he turned his head to glare at Yohji he was given a peck on the lips by him. He pulled back and furrowed his brow, "Stop that Yohji."

Connor chuckled, "Hey, I need to get going anyway. It was so nice to see you Aya...not everyday I get to meet someone as gorgeous as you. Glad I got to see you again," he reached out and ran his fingers though Aya's eartail, "God...I always wondered what that felt like," he dropped his hand then nodded his head at Yohji, "make him happy will ya?"

"That's my goal," Yohji smiled, "nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Connor then gave a cute little wave and went on his way.

Aya watched him go but when he turned back he was met with Yohji's amused grin, "What?"

"Seriously Aya?" He chuckled.

"What?" Aya stated more firmly.

"And y'all gave me flack for Miaka..." he shook his head, still grinning then started to walk back towards the Koneko.

"Yohji, what the hell," he thought about how the two men seemed to be in tune with one another, snickering like school children. He pursed his lips, "did you already know Connor?"

"Nope," Yohji swept his hand across Aya's backside as he held open the door for him.

"You two seemed...familiar..."

"My God Aya you really don't see it do you?" Yohji locked the door before he and Aya quietly made their way upstairs.

Aya didn't say anything more until both of them were in his bedroom. He only turned on one light, wanting to keep the room semi dark. He sat on a small armchair in the corner and pulled off his shoes, "Yohji," he glared over at him as the older man took a seat on the edge of his bed.

Yohji smiled, "Aya...Connor looks like me."

"No he doesn't," Aya started to unbutton his shirt then stopped. He lowered his eyes and considered Yohji's words. The two men had seemed amused. Connor even implied that Aya had stopped talking to him because of Yohji. He shook his head slightly, still not looking at Yohji, as he went over their features in his head.

"His eyes are literally the same color."

"They are just green..." Aya said, but his voice was soft, he was still analyzing.

Yohji pulled his top over his head and tossed it towards Aya. His leader's head snapped up and he caught it. Yohji whistled, "You sexy beast. Get over here."

"Stop that," Aya tried to sound grumpy, but it didn't read on his expression.

Yohji watched as Aya's eyes roamed to look at his now bare chest. Yohji was proud of his physique, he was lean, but his corded muscles were well defined. He was smooth, so his strong pectorals and taut abs could be seen clearly, each divot and peak contrasting starkly in the shadows of the dimly lit room. His pink nipples hardened now exposed to the slightly cool air and he saw Aya hungrily looking at them.

"Fine," Yohji stood and walked over to Aya, "I'll come to you," he stood in front of him, acutely aware that his crotch was right at Aya's nose.

Aya looked up and continued to actively compare Yohji and Connor's features. His eyes darted around taking in every inch of Yohji's face; the arch of his brows, the contours of his lips, the strong jawline and those stunning green eyes. His lips parted and he sucked in a breath.

"Oh. My. God," he whispered, looking mortified.

Yohji reached down and pushed his fingers though Aya's hair with a triumphant smirk, "Yeah..."

Aya licked his lips, "So all this time...we both..."

"Apparently," Yohji's smirk turned into a full smile. He pulled gently and watched as Aya's expression changed from one of fresh revelation to amusement. His leader turned his head just in time so it was his cheek and not his lips that pressed against Yohji's zipper.

"Yohji," Aya's voice was soft, almost a bit playful, "are you gloating?"

"Only in my head sweetheart," he moved his hand, sliding his fingers down Aya's hair until he was stroking the soft skin of his neck. He lowered his voice to just above a whisper, "tell me what you and Connor did when you weren't talking."

Aya pulled back a bit and looked up at Yohji, "Come now...you know what lovers do over webcams," he lifted his hands and placed them on the back of Yohji's thighs. He felt the muscle flex and he forced himself not to moan in delight.

Yohji's fingers continued to move, dancing over Aya's soft cheek until his thumb slipped between his lips. He felt Aya's intake of breath before he felt his tongue lightly lick his nail. His eyes narrowed in lust and he whispered, "I want to hear you say it..."

Aya's breathing picked up as he turned his head slightly until Yohji's thumb slid from his mouth, leaving wetness on his chin. He never took his eyes off him, "I would watch him stroke himself for me."

"You never performed for him?" Yohji lifted a brow and now his hand was at the back of Aya's head.

"Rarely," Aya licked his lips, "but when I did I was completely naked," he let out a hiss when Yohji's fingers tightened in his hair.

"Legs wide?"

"Yes," Aya felt his body heat rise.

"Tell me," Yohji pulled Aya closer and with his hand in his hair Aya couldn't turn his head. He groaned when he felt Aya's chin dig into his awakening erection, "how did you touch yourself?"

"With my fingers," Aya lowered his head a bit so when he spoke next his lips mouthed against Yohji's cloth covered member, "sometimes toys."

Yohji swallowed hard, his fingers were flexing in Aya's hair, kneading his scalp, "Toys."

"Toys," Aya gave him a wicked grin and tilted his head back, he felt Yohji's cock twitch against his face, "I loved how they felt, slick and deep inside."

Yohji grunted and yanked, pulling Aya off his crotch. The sudden movement made Aya grip his thighs harder and Yohji felt a jolt of pleasure rush to his manhood, "Gods Aya..." he never would have dreamed Aya could be so seductive. It was a thoroughly pleasant surprise. He reached down with his other hand and slid it into the soft red hair. He held Aya in place, each hand on either side of his head and he stared at him full of desire.

Aya looked back, his lips slightly parted, his breathing still quick and his body warm. His nipples were tingling with pleasure, his stomach was tight with anticipation and he desperately wanted Yohji to touch him more.

"Yohji..." he slid his hands to the front of Yohji's thighs and squeezed, then he slid them up, bypassing the erection to lay flat on Yohji's stomach. He felt the flutter of his muscles as Yohji sucked in a breath. He curled his fingers and dug his nails into the flesh, not too hard, but as he dragged them down he left light pink lines. When Yohji groaned Aya shuddered in reaction, it was such a lovely sound, "Yohji," he repeated, "are you just going to touch my hair?"

Something shifted in Yohji then, he felt like Aya was challenging him and he suddenly reached down and scooped up Aya by his armpits, turned and flung him onto the bed. Aya let out an ungraceful yelp but before he could catch his bearings Yohji was over him, bracketing him in with his lanky legs and arms. He looked down at Aya for only a moment before he dropped his head and bit his lower lip.

Aya gasped at the bite but blood rushed to his center and he felt his cock jump. He reached up and gripped Yohji's shoulders and dug his nails in again. Yohji pulled away, leaving Aya's lip tender and a bit red.

"Tell me more beautiful," Yohji nuzzled Aya's neck, "tell me what Connor saw."

Aya sighed, "He saw everything Yohji," he turned his head just enough to nip Yohji's ear before he whispered into in, "he watched me grow hard, he saw it leak and twitch."

"Fuck."

"He saw me stroke myself to completion. He watched as I prepared myself for my toy."

"Tell me," Yohji licked Aya's neck.

"I used my fingers. I spread myself. I let him see me while I was open."

Yohji lowered his hips and they both let out a groan when their erections touched.

"He saw me make it slick, he saw me insert my toy."

"What does it look like?" Yohji rolled his hips as he panted against Aya's cheek.

"A penis."

"No," Yohji pulled back just enough so he could look Aya in the eye.

Aya shivered, knowing exactly what Yohji wanted. So he smirked and gave it to him, "It's a thick purple cock and I shove it up my hole and fuck myself."

Yohji let out a little growl before he kissed Aya roughly He rolled his hips and was pleased when Aya joined in. They rocked together as they kissed deeply, recklessly, tongues and teeth clashing. Heated breath and soft whimpers between them ratcheted up the arousal and soon Yohji's hands were undoing Aya's buttons.

With a gasp Aya hid his fingers in Yohji's hair and panted out, "You're such a good boy Yohji," and was pleased when he heard his lover groan 'fuckin' A Aya'. He licked Yohji's upper lip them rolled his hips and begged, "Ran. Please."

Yohji pulled away just enough to part Aya's shirt and put his fair skin on display. He was panting, his erection nearly painful in his pants. He splayed his hands over Aya's chest and gave him a small smile, "You're gorgeous Ran," he ran his thumbs over the hard nipples and started when Aya's reaction was a violent shudder as he arched his back, "Oh, you like that huh..." he did it again and his smiled widened when Aya practically purred. He used his index fingers to flick them, over and over again until they were so hard they barely moved.

Aya was writhing on the bed as each flick of Yohji's sent pleasure straight down to his toes. His cock was leaking now, he could feel the wetness on his boxer briefs and he was rolling his hips trying to get more friction. He let out a long whine when Yohji started to pinch and twist his nipples.

"Look at you," Yohji's soft voice praised, "Beautiful, undone," he pulled on the tips and watched Aya's mouth fall open, "I can't wait to see you come."

Aya gasped and his hips became more frantic. He bit his bottom lip as Yohji continued to play with his nipples. They were tingling and sensitive and Yohji was being relentless with them. Yohji began plucking them and Aya felt his sac draw up.

"Oh God," he moaned out, throwing his hands above his head to grip the sheets, "Yohji, Yohji,"

"Yes baby?" Yohji pinched the nipples and held them between his fingers and pulled. It made Aya arch yet again and he bent down and with the tip of his tongue dragged it along the tip of Aya's right nipple. His leader cried out and started to recite Yohji's name over and over again. Yohji removed his fingers and just used his tongue, lapping at them rapidly, moving from one to the other until both were glistening and swollen.

"Please please," Aya was begging, huffing out Yohji's name between pleas. He couldn't seem to stop himself, wasn't sure he even wanted to. His cock was rock hard and his underwear was soaked. He turned his head and screwed his eyes shut, "Yohji please!"
Yohji opened his mouth and latched on. He began sucking the hard tip while his hand pinched the bud that wasn't in his mouth. Aya made a keening sound as he spread his legs and rolled his hips, angling his member so it slid along Yohji's strong thigh. Yohji indulged him for a time before he reached down and gripped Aya's pelvis and pushed it into the bed. Aya tried to move, but Yohji held tight, not letting his beautiful leader rut against his thigh.

Aya bit the inside of his cheek to stay a whimper he felt gathering in his chest. His eyes were still closed, which only served to heighten his awareness. With each pull of Yohji's lips he felt warmth settle in his belly, his teeth caused his cock to jump and his tongue laving over the tip made shock waves of pleasure shimmy up his spine. He could feel his pleasure mounting, he was growing more and more aware of his body's reactions and he knew he was on the verge of a soft orgasm. The realization stunned and thrilled him.

Yohji was enjoying every moan and gasp Aya made beneath him. It turned him on so much that his lover's nipples were so sensitive. He had to restrain himself, he wanted nothing more than to strip them both down and bury his cock to the hilt in Aya's tight heat. As it was, he concentrated on bring Aya continuous pleasure. Alternating between the two tips he played with them with his mouth, warming them as he nibbled and sucked. He would pull back, drawing them out until the stretched so far he could look up and see Aya's flushed face. He would release them now and again, letting his tongue dribble his saliva over them before taking them once more into his mouth. Every time he bit them Aya would hiss and his body would shiver and the reactions made Yohji's erection press ever harder against his jeans. Yohji wasn't sure how much more he could take, Aya was too sexy, too willing and he was eager to see what other reactions he could draw from his leader.

He suddenly felt Aya's fingers in his hair, his nails digging into his scalp almost painfully. Yohji groaned in discomfort, the sound vibrating against Aya's tender nipple. The redhead tensed, letting out a long moan before he called out Yohji's name, yelled 'yes' then shuddered into a climax. Yohji was stunned, but didn't stop sucking until Aya was pushing at the top of his head whimpering pleas for him to stop.

He pulled off with an audible pop and licked his lips with a grin, "You're so fucking sensitive."

Aya was blushing, one hand over his eyes, "That's never..." he was heaving for breath, "I've never."

"No?" Yohji felt a bit of pride at that, "Well fuck was it sexy."

Aya lowered his hand and looked up at Yohji, "I want you too feel good too."

"I'm glowing," Yohji smiled, "We should get you cleaned up. Plus, if I don't get these pants off my dick is gonna go numb."

Yohji rolled his neck then stood up off the bed and unzipped his jeans. Aya sat up, ignoring the sticky warmth in his pants. He watched as Yohji slid his clothing off, his cock bouncing out of the confines of his underwear, flinging precum, some of it landing on Aya's cheek.

"Oh shit sorry," Yohji stepped out of his clothes and reached down to swipe his come away with his finger.

Yohji watched as Aya caught his hand and slipped the finger into his mouth. Yohji let out a groan then said, "Come on, you're not playing fair. We need to clean you up so can you stop being sexy for like...I don't know, five minutes," he pulled his finger from Aya's mouth.

Aya chuckled then stood and removed his clothing. He took his shirt and wiped up the mess his cum had made on his thighs then laid back down.

"Uhhh," Yohji cocked a brow, "what are you doing?"

"Laying down. I'll shower in the morning," Aya lifted his arm, "come lay with me."

Yohji gave him a small smile then joined him on the bed. He wrapped his arms around Aya and closed his eyes, "You feel amazing," he whispered as he rubbed his hand up and down Aya's strong back.

"You still haven't come..." Aya lifted his head.

"That's fine," Yohji smiled, "intimacy is about showing affection and being satisfied. I've done both tonight. Besides," he ran his fingers through Aya's crimson hair, "I'm hoping I'll be in your life for a long while...so there will be other nights."

Aya nodded, "Alright," he lowered his head and snuggled in closer, "and yes, there will be other nights. Many many other nights."

-END