Touch

Chapter one "Living in Illusion"

Standard Disclaimer: Weiss does not belong to me, all things owned by their respective owners. Terms from Anita Blake vampire hunter series belong its own respective owners. References to other stuff I do not own either are sprinkled here and there.

Warnings: YAOI! Lemony goodness, finally. Anyway there will also be boatloads of angst and the bastardization of quite a few characters. General OOCness in the plot, everyone else more or less bears some resemblance to who they were in the series. Ocs are here as well. Minor spoilers, if you haven't seen at least up to tape two, well this is your warning. I tried to keep the timeline straight, however there will be diversions from the series. Also, I am mixing the anime and manga so some references may be confusing. Before this happens I'll let you know. That's all I believe for this and the later parts.

A/N: I have had this plot line running through my mind for quite some time, its not something I was originally going to post because I felt to many events had to be altered. I guess I haven't totally changed my mind, making this adhere to the series' timeline is giving me a headache. I did post this for one simple reason, though, I happen to love it. Browsing the web I have come across many, many Weiss fics with strong influences from Anne Rice. Yet no where can I find one similar to this, so I decided to go against my first inclination and put this up. Read and review, let me know if you would be interested in reading anymore of this. Enjoy, and remember, if I don't think people are reading I won't continue to post, this goes for all my other stories as well. More than one person needs to review before I consider it worth my effort to continue, or post anything.

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Youji snuggled closer to his lover's lighter frame. Pale skin the color of moonlight and soft as satin underneath his fingertips, sighing in contentment the blond rested his cheek on his partners shoulder. The person on top of him stirred, pressing their lithe frame closer to the older man underneath.

"Hold still." The redhead sounded grumpy, even while curled up on the playboy.

"Are you sure that's what you want, Aya?" The groan of annoyance from the younger man provoked the blond into a laughing fit, oblivious to the death glare his young lover was giving him.

"Hmph. You know maybe if you spent more time at night actually sleeping you would be able to be awake for your morning shift." Aya scowled his voice sharp. Youji looked up at his redhead uncertainly.

"Aya?" Confusion evident on his honest features, the blond shifted, suddenly uncomfortable, under the still scowling redhead.

"Oh never mind. I don't know why I bother."

A pained sound escaped the older assassin's lips as his lover curled up on his side, back to his hurt partner.

It was just a joke. The words in Youji's mind never escaped. Why is he so upset? I thought… I thought… Oh, give it up Youji! He's never going to stop thinking you as anything more than an easy lay. Nothing, more. You're nothing more. Without really thinking about it Youji had pressed his body against his unresponsive lover's back. Hn. I guess some habits are hard to break ne? Well, at least we both get what we want this way. I have him, if only in a purely sexual relationship. And he has me, though to more of an extent than he might have realized. He has me…

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The scalding liquid so quickly followed by the heady taste of a cigarette did little to improve Youji's temperament as dawn rode across the horizon of Japan. The fight plagued his mind, the knowledge that his lover lay tangled up in he white sheets only a few feet behind him pressed against his mind. Does he really think so little of me? Does he really believe all I am is a playboy? After we've been together for this long, he still… Baka! He hasn't exactly been announcing that little fact now has he? Never mind that another member of Weiss has made it clear that his interest isn't totally platonic… To you, he feels like he can confide in me. Like he can tell me how much he loves Aya but… I said no to him. Why Aya first said he wanted me I said no. I was loyal to a friend; a friend who I knew loved him. But then, I love that redhead to. And all he wants is an easy lay. Irony, what a bitch.

"Youji? Yo… Youji? What are you doing up?" Think of the devil… Ah well, maybe he'll just forget what happened last night…

"Are you trying to prove me wrong? Don't tell me I got through to you last night." Nope, no such luck.

"No, Aya, this has nothing to do with what happened last night." I'm always up around this time anyway. Except…except when I'm with you. I feel safe with you. I felt safe with you. And now lets see where that got me, standing on the balcony at dawn brooding. Great. A little more time in my love's tender care I'll start turning into him. Next thing you know I'll be antisocial and a patented death glare. Got the brooding thing down to an art, yep, next you'll see me throwing a katana at departing helicopters.

"Hn. To much to hope." Yeah, too much to hope. Too much to hope the man I share a bed with most nights might actually feel something from me aside from contempt. To much…

"Youji?" Is that… concern? If it weren't Aya I'd say it was, but Aya doesn't give a damn. So why does he sound so, well, concerned about me now? Is it a fluke? Or am I reading too much into his voice?

"Youji?" Sharper now the redhead sat up in the bed, tangled sheets gripping his waist. His lover's thin body silhouetted by the on coming day was causing every inch of him to react. It is a while before work, I'm sure Youji wouldn't mind spending a little more time in bed before work. But… He seems so, distant. This isn't like Youji. With a quiet grace he slid from the hold of the covers. Moving so he stood behind the blond, Aya delicately rested a pale hand on the taller mans shoulder.

Damn. Does he know what he is doing to me? So close, so damn close and he doesn't want me. No, who would when the whore is a much more convenient tool for them to use. Why did I think Aya would be any different? Why did I hope, I should have learned by now? No one like Aya could ever love me; I'm only a passing fancy, good for nothing.

"You know, Aya, we do have a few more hours before work." Here we go again. Nothing ever changes and nothing ever will. But at least…as least I can pretend this way. Pretend that the man above me loves me, if only for a moment.

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