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A pair of skilled hands ran tantalizingly down his chest, only to be chased up by a hot mouth. He moaned deep in his throat and arched his back, reveling in the shivers his lover's touch sent down his spine. Two deep violet eyes opened to gaze warily into the depths of his lover's lust-filled ones as his fears came rushing back.
Aya snapped awake and groaned as he tried to slow his breathing, cursing Yohji for what had to be the hundredth time in the past month. Sure, he'd always thought the tall blond to be attractive, but the man seemed to go out of his way to antagonize him. And then Yohji had had to come out and say he loved him. Aya had thought he'd been hallucinating that first time in the hospital, but Yohji had confessed his love for him yet again when they'd brought him home after the doctors had released him. Aya snorted, Yohji probably just wanted a chance to get in his pants.
Sighing, Aya put his book down and went downstairs to get a glass of water seeing as he couldn't manage to read more than two sentences at a time. Leaving the kitchen to return to his room, Aya saw a tense Yohji heading out for a smoke. He shrugged it off and turned to go back up to his room when he saw Yohji's feet start to sleep on the floor. Without thinking and forgetting about the glass in his hand, he ran down the hall, catching Yohji as he lost his precarious footing. Aya righted Yohji and rolled his eyes as he caught the heavy smell of alcohol on his breath.
Both men turned as Omi and Ken appeared, bearing towels. "You two did this?" Aya scowled, pointing at the large puddle of water on the floor.
"We were just coming to clean it up," Omi explained, the smiles on both boys faces having evaporated like so much water as soon as they saw Aya.
"Hn," Aya replied non-committally as he strode past the gaping pair. He was not in the mood.
Both boys stood still, having expected the redhead to yell at them. Behind them, Yohji was grinning like an idiot. "Thanks you two," Yohji said, ruffling both boys' hair as he slipped past, cigarette forgotten. "I couldn't have planned it better myself." Chuckling softly, the blond playboy disappeared up the stairs, leaving the two younger boys to stare after him blankly in confusion.
"Uh…what just happened there?" Ken asked, breaking the silence.
Omi continued to stare in the direction their two friends had gone before turning to Ken and shrugging his shoulders.
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"What is it?" came an annoyed voice from the other side of the door. Taking it as an invitation, Yohji opened the door and stretched out of Aya's bed, saying nothing. "Yes?" Aya asked at length, raising a slender eyebrow at Yohji.
"Thank you," Yohji said, his eyes glinting with his suppressed grin.
"For what?" Aya asked, startled.
Yohji grinned inside as he noted Aya's reaction. "You caught me," Yohji said simply, sitting up on the bed and looking at Aya like an eager child, studying him.
"Hn," was all Aya said as he turned back to his book, pretending to read it. After a while he looked back at Yohji who had lain back again, but was still watching him intently. "Why are you still here?" Aya asked, wincing internally at the harshness of his own voice.
"Because I like it here," Yohji answered, seeming nonplussed by Aya's harsh tone. Aya studied him for a while before turning back to his book.
Unable to concentrate on his book, he leaned his head on the windowsill and gazed out at the fading sun breaking through the thick dark clouds. Getting an idea, Aya turned his gaze briefly over to where Yohji was now dozing fitfully and quickly scratched a short poem in his journal. Aya read the poem over and, once he was satisfied with it, he set the journal back in its hiding place and turned his gaze back out the window.
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Ken and Omi made their way up the stairs of the dark apartment and paused as they came across Aya's open bedroom door. "That's odd," Omi thought aloud, "Aya never leaves his door open." Curious, the two boys peered into the dark of the room and their eyes widened as they made out the two slumbering forms. Not wanting to disturb them, Ken quietly shut the door and they giggled softly in wonder as they headed to their own rooms.