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Notes: Sorry this took so long. x.X It was incredibly difficult to edit this to reduce it down to the R-rating. For those of you who are reading this from FF.net, I've cut out the lemon. Unfortunately, that meant that I had to rewrite the entire part down there so it didn't seem out of place. I'm really sorry! I don't want FF.net to cancel my account so soon after I've created it! If you want to read the unedited chapter, please go to Mediaminer.org and read it there, under the same title and author name!!!! Reviews will be appreciated SO MUCH! I would love to know how I am doing with this story. Arigato!!
Another note: The ------ something ------ denotes song lyric. Gomen, but the FF.net and MM.org has been acting really weird about my formatting.
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The drive was silent. Yohji dared not to look at Aya on the way, so he spent the time staring out the window at the passerbys. There goes a old woman with a cane cursing out a young boy, Yohji thought. How ironic. The people out there lived their lives everyday, unaware of what happens at the night, thinking that everything was fine and dandy with their world. Yohji knew better. Weiss had seen too much to ever think that the place that they lived in was good and close to perfect.
He was shaken out of his repertoire when he heard the car engines die down in front of a incognito-looking house. The house was on a poor street, and it looked ready to be torn down. In fact, it was about to be torn down until Kritiker brought it to be converted into a safe house for the Weiss. He got out, glanced around, then followed Aya right into the side door to the house.
As soon as they stepped inside, Yohji took a look around and sighed heavily. The inside of the house wasn't much to look at, tattered wallpapers, pictures that were cracked and not hung straight, and the carpet was torn. He looked around a bit more, and noticed that there was some chairs and a table. They must be in the dining room or a alcove to a kitchen of a sort, he thought, shifting uncomfortably in the room. His eyes finally came to a rest on Aya. Aya was just standing there, leaning against the wall, staring at him with his arms crossed. Somehow, Yohji's breath caught at the way Aya looked. He looked, well, beautiful despite the gloom that surrounded them. They just stood there, staring at each other in silence.
Finally, after some uneasy silence, Yohji couldn't take it anymore. He swallowed and tried to moist his suddenly dry lips. He cleared his voice, making sure he had Aya's attention.
"Uh, seeing as how we're um, here," Damn. He hated how his voice sounded, all slightly shaky. He wasn't used to feeling so….uncertain. Especially around the redhead. "Well…let's just get to the point. What did you want to talk to me about?" Green eyes stared into the amethyst eyes, searching for any clue that these eyes might give off. Of course, there was none.
"We need to talk about us." That was said matter-of-factly. Yohji's eyes widened in surprise. So they've finally come to this point. Once they approached this topic, there was the point of no return. Either they confront this or they'll make Weiss suffer even more.
"Us? Uh, what about us?" Yohji gulped, and he looked for a place to sit, his knees were about to cave in. He found a wooden chair that looked like it wouldn't fall apart if someone sat in it, and sat there. He sighed, and looked back up at Aya, which remained standing at the wall.
Aya stared at Yohji some more, and sighed a bit inwardly. This was going to be hard for him, but it had to be done, or Weiss would fall apart. He did not want that happening. They worked too well together to be split up into different groups. He set his face in a cold impassive mask, and spoke.
"We need to stop doing this. It's affecting Weiss negatively. I'll go to your room tomorrow and take some of my things out of there. We can't endanger Weiss anymore, as it shows in tonight's mission." With that, Aya uncrossed his arms, and set to go upstairs to change out of his mission clothes. He couldn't look at Yohji in the face as he was saying those things. In truth, he didn't want this to end, but it was for the good of the Weiss. Now, as he had said his piece, he wanted to get out of the room as quickly as possible. He didn't want to see Yohji's hurt face or hear him right now.
Yohji blinked, surprised at what Aya had said to him. He was certainly not expecting this twist. Then he grew angry watching Aya turn away from him and run upstairs. Dammit, this was not supposed to happen! They were supposed to sit down, have a nice long talk about everything, and finally come to the conclusion that they cared for each other a lot more than they admitted in the past, and then embark on a new relationship, as a couple. Aya was not supposed to back out of this thing because it interfered with Weiss! With that in mind, Yohji stomped upstairs, intent on making Aya see the light.
Aya was in the process of pulling off his shirt when he was suddenly startled by large hands on his shoulders. The hands pushed Aya around, staring right into furious emerald eyes.
"What the fuckin' hell do you think you're doing? Have a little round of 'let's be fuck buddies without being buddies', then run away when it gets too serious? Oh, wait, let me think, since I'm quite obviously the little slut, you thought that you could come into my bedroom, rip off my clothes, and then proceed to sleep with me, and nothing more would happen? Well, which is it? What is it?"
Aya blinked, then his eyes turned cold. He glared daggers at Yohji, but that didn't unnerve Yohji like it would have in the past. Yohji just stared right back, still furious, obviously waiting for an answer of any sort. A stony silence ensued. Finally, Aya couldn't take it anymore, and began to push Yohji away. Yohji would have none of that, he grabbed Aya's wrists, and held them against the wall above his head, and growled.
"You better give me an answer or else!"
Aya snapped. "Or else what??! Let me go this instant, or I will-" His sentence was cut off by Yohji's mouth pressed against Aya's, an insistent tongue pressing against his lips. Aya tried to push Yohji off, but soon, he clenched his hands on Yohji's coat arms and started kissing back, too. He groaned softly as Yohji pulled away, he couldn't think after a kiss like that. They just stared at each other, in complete silence, then Yohji pressed his lips against Aya's again. Aya eagerly responded, and began to tug at Yohji's mission coat.
Yohji deftly shrugged off his coat, and began to guide Aya to the bed near them, and they both fell upon it, still kissing. Yohji slipped his hands underneath Aya's black shirt to feel the rising warmth of his skin. Aya's breath hitched a bit at the feel of Yohji's cold fingers on his stomach, making its way up to Aya's chest. He then started to tug at Yohji's shirt, wanting to rip it off. Yohji smiled a bit in the kisses, and pulled away slightly to pull of his shirt, wincing only slightly when he moved his wounded area a bit too much. Aya shifted a bit so he was sitting up a bit more than before, and pulled off his shirt as well. Yohji moved so he was on top of Aya, his emerald eyes boring into the amethyst ones.
"Do you really want to stop doing this? Would you have me stop doing this to you?" Aya gasped as Yohji licked the outer shell of his ear, then down a vein in Aya's throat, finally coming to a rest on the collarbone. "Do you really want me to stop pleasing you, after we've been doing it for so long?" Yohji then nipped the collarbone, eliciting some silent gasps from Aya. He bit on a area that would be hidden by his shirt, marking Aya as his. Aya's eyes just fluttered closed, trying to get his thoughts straightened out. Aya then pushed Yohji away from him, but not completely off him, and stared into Yohji's eyes.
"We're still putting Weiss at risk. Do you want Omi to be killed because you or I made a small mistake due to this distraction?" He stared coldly in Yohji's eyes. Yohji growled low in his throat.
"We'll be putting Weiss at risk no matter what! This is too big for us to ignore or stop, Aya. We'd be too distracted if we don't resolve this, and both agree to a solution." Yohji didn't move the whole time, still staring into Aya's eyes. Aya stared back, then he sighed.
"Hn." Yohji blinked, surprised for a moment, then began to chuckle a bit.
"Damn, Aya, why do you always manage to surprise me?" He leaned back in to kiss Aya, only to be stopped by Aya's turning his head sideway. "What now?"
"We're still endangering Weiss by doing this."
"Damn, is that all you can think about??! Forget Weiss for now. Will you trust me on this?" Yohji stared into Aya's eyes, waiting for a answer. Finally, after a long moment, Aya nodded slightly. Yohji leaned in to capture Aya's lips in a kiss. He began to kiss Aya slowly and gently, very different than what he had done earlier. Aya sighed into the kiss, Yohji's hands sought out to memorize every inch of Aya's body, as if it would be their last time together. Aya's breaths quickened with each passing of Yohji's hands over his body. Finally, Yohji's hands came down Aya's chest again, this time grazing Aya's nipples, which elicited a louder gasp from Aya. Yohji then began to twist and pinch Aya's nipples lightly. Aya's hands came up and grasped into Yohji's hair, unintentionally tugging on it to make Yohji move further down. Yohji just smirked to himself, then he began to nip and lick alongside Aya's jaw line, heading down to his neck. Aya just tilted his head back, exposing his neck for Yohji to nip at some more.
Yohji pushed himself up a bit, and took a look at Aya. He sighed. "God, Aya, you look beautiful…" Aya frowned, and began to object.. Yohji stopped Aya's objection by leaning down and kissing him breathlessly. When Yohji finally came up for the air, Aya was gasping slightly. Yohji smirked slightly, and leaned down to kiss both of the nipples on Aya's chest, and kissed his way down to Aya's stomach. Aya just shut his eyes, and tried to get his breathing under control
Yohji kissed the navel, slightly jabbing his tongue into the small hole on Aya's stomach. Aya gasped again, his hands soon found Yohji's hair and tried to push Yohji down further. Yohji refused to budge a bit, he bit his way to Aya's side, marking him right there. Aya groaned slightly and he tugged Yohji's hair lightly to guide him down further. Yohji didn't obey, he went back up to Aya. Yohji took a few moments to glance back up at Aya, his eyes were now a mixture of dark purple and black. Yohji smirked, then he heard Aya's gasp as Yohji took his erection in his hand and began to jerk him off.
Aya thrashed about under Yohji, but Yohji's strong hand on Aya's hips prevented him from being able to take charge of this in any way he could. Aya moaned slightly at not being able to seek any sort of relief from Yohji's ministrations. Yohji suckled lightly at the nook of Aya's neck again, sweeping his tongue over the bruise, earning small mewls from Aya. Aya's hands in Yohji's hair clenched, tugging a bit painfully. Yohji winced slightly at his hair being pulled on. Aya noticed this, and he gently loosened his hold on Yohji's hair. Yohji resumed his job with fervor, seeing what mewls and shudders he could draw out from Aya. Aya then gasped again as Yohji started to move faster, trying to get him to reach climax but not letting him yet.
"Yoohjii…" was all that Aya could manage to get out of his mouth as Yohji mercilessly teased him with his ministrations, bringing Aya to the brink, then pulling back. It was unfair….Yohji was doing all this to him, after Aya had tried to break it off with him! Aya came to his senses a bit, and growled low in his throat. "Kudoh….."
Yohji heard Aya's growl, and glanced up as his name was called, eyebrows raised in question.
"Finish it, dammit!" Yohji's eyes grew wide, and he began to chuckle as he looked into Aya's eyes. Aya glared at Yohji a bit, then he gasped again as Yohji suddenly started to move faster than before. With a muffled moan, Aya finally came. Yohji grabbed a small cloth that was at hand, and wiped Aya clean of any messes, kissing Aya deeply.
Aya was still in a haze from what had transpired between them recently, and sighed in the kiss. Yohji reached over and opened a drawer, obviously seeking something. There was the sound of something being taken out of the drawer, then the drawer snapping shut and a sound of popping. The next thing Aya noticed was something cold and long gently rubbing his entrance. Aya widened his legs and continued kissing Yohji. Yohji gently slipped a finger in Aya's entrance, sighing at the heat contained inside.
Aya's hips jumped a bit at the intrusion, Yohji leaned down to kiss Aya softly, while running his hand up and down Aya's side to distract him. Yohji smiled in the kiss as Aya sighed a bit, then Yohji pulled away, prodding his finger at the back of Aya's prostate. Aya gasped, and jerked his hips upwards at Yohji's ministrations. Yohji drank in the sight of Aya, then moved his other hand so that he was bracing Aya as he kept repeating the caress.
"You should see yourself…." Yohji murmured. Aya heard, he opened his eyes and blinked in slight confusion.
"N-nani…..?" Yohji swept down to give a light kiss to Aya on his lips, pulling back a bit, but not stopping the caresses.
"You're beautiful when you're like this." Yohji withdrew his finger, earning a sigh from Aya, then he added another finger back into Aya's heat, hearing him gasp lightly at the feeling. "I can't believe you'd want to break this off between us…"
"It'd….only interfere with Weiss…" Aya responded stubbornly, while gasping at the ministrations that Yohji was giving him. Yohji narrowed his eyes as he began to increase the pressure on his fingers slightly.
"Interfere in what way? That we'd care about each other? That I'd be willing to go greater lengths to make sure you're safe?" Yohji all but snarled out. Aya groaned softly, then looked up to glare at Yohji even more.
"So much that you'd put me before Weiss? Putting all of our lives in greater danger?" Aya glowered at Yohji, propping himself up on his elbows slightly.
"No, I wouldn't put it that way. I wasn't just saving your life, I was trying to save you." Yohji pinned Aya down further, making him lie flat on his back a bit more, moving his fingers in and out in a more insistent rhythm. "Don't you understand?"
"Yeeess…. I understand perfectly. You want to put us first. That's not the way to operate. Breaking up is better, less risky!"
Yohji clenched his teeth and growled. "No. It's not about us. It's about you. I, at least, wanted you to know that if you faltered, if you failed by your own weakness, I would try to be the one that can make up for it, to compliment you, help you, instead of you going on and on about how honorable it is to die alone if you made the mistake on your own." Aya growled.
"What about Omi and Ken. Would you do the same for them?" He all but snarled out. Yohji tightened his hand on Aya's shoulder a bit too harshly, getting furious.
"Yes. Weiss is my family. But unlike them, when I rescue you, it's not just your body and your life that I save." Aya glared once again, then he looks away from Yohji's face.
"Hn."
Yohji let go of Aya's shoulder to move his hand up to Aya's face to tilt his chin up to look at him in the eyes.
"When I rescue you, I also hope to save your soul, because you always act like a man hoping for his execution. And I also rescue myself, because without you, I am also dead. Think, Ran. When you endanger yourself, you endanger the two of us, because with you gone, I don't have much reason to be alive." Yohji then glared at Aya. Aya glared back, then sighed and looked away, turning his head to the side. Yohji and Aya remained like this for a few moments, then Yohji chuckled sadly.
"Think about it. You give me this whole crap about endangering Ken and Omi. But when you kill yourself, it's the whole team that gets destroyed. Ken and Omi need you alive, not dead, and I'm sure they too, would want to risk something, if not doing so would kill you." He then pulled his fingers out of Aya, and waited for a response from the stubborn redhead. Aya remained silent for a few more moments, then he sighed.
"I was saying that you tend to overlook Omi and Ken and focus on me. It's not good, it's too distracting. We can't do the jobs if we're distracted." Yohji sighed angrily.
"Of course I would focus on you!" Yohji took Aya's face and forced Aya to look at him. "At least I know their souls are intact. I know that they're fine. You are the one who is twisted with all this masochistic shit. I'm trying to set things as best as I can. Why blame this on something that I believe is right?" Aya only growled in response to that. Yohji smirked and kissed him fiercely. "Is that all you can say?"
"Hn." Aya glared at Yohji for a moment, then turned away, not looking at him. Yohji growled in frustration.
"No, don't avoid me like that. Look at me, Ran." Yohji stressed Aya's real name to get his attention. Aya sighed, then looked at Yohji. "You think I endanger Weiss because I'm willing to take a bullet for you?" Yohji bent down closer to Aya, almost kissing him, but not quite. "Why am I the only one talking here?" He asked in a low whisper. They stared at each other in silence.
Yohji was the first to break the silence, again. He pinned Aya's shoulders back into the mattress. "C'mon, say something!! So I screwed up for a minute during a mission, and you almost get killed, but I'm the one who took the bullet anyway. Is that it?" Aya glared at him, and shook his head in frustration.
"Iie, that's not it."
"And what is? I've never heard a thank you from you. And this is what I get!" Aya glared some more, then he sighed in defeat. "What do you mean by that, Aya?" Aya just simply glanced away for a few seconds. He then looked back up at Yohji, moving his hand to grasp the back of Yohji's neck lightly. They watched each other in silence. "So, what now?" Yohji tentatively reached out to touch Aya's face. "What are we?"
"I don't know." Yohji half-chuckled at that. Aya raised an eyebrow in question.
"And to think we're the older half of Weiss. We are such a big idiots."
"Hn." Aya finally pulled Yohji down to kiss him, parting his legs wider for Yohji to settle in down between. Yohji lowered himself down as he began to kiss Aya, sighing at the feeling of their bodies touching each other. They kissed for a short while. Yohji pulled back a bit, and stared down at Aya.
"Let's go to sleep, ne?" Aya only half-nodded at that. They both dozed off in a peaceful slumber for the first time in a long time, entwined in each other's arms.
Later that evening, Aya woke up, and detangled himself from Yohji's embrace. He then sat up, and looked at Yohji, just watching him sleep. He sighed to himself, as he remembered a moment that they had shared back then when they had first started sleeping together.
--------But lovers always come and lovers always go-------- ***flashback***Aya was in the den, reading his book on the big easy chair, when Yohji came in and sat down on the couch, turning on the TV. After a few moments, Yohji looked up, and sighed a bit.
"Saa, Aya, is this a one time thing, or will it happen again?"
Aya knew what he was talking about. They had slept together a few nights ago, when Aya was slightly drunk and more uninhibited. He had propositioned Yohji, and he had accepted. Now the tension between them was too uncomfortable.
"Hn. I don't know. Maybe, maybe not." Yohji looked frustrated at that.
"What do you mean by maybe, maybe not?? I just asked if we were gonna fuck each other or not!"
Good thing Ken and Omi weren't here. They had gone out to see a movie and eat some dinner together, their first date in a few weeks. Aya sighed a bit, and looked up from his book.
"I suppose we could do this again, to relieve our frustrations. Other than that, it's business as always." Yohji nodded in agreement to that.
"That sounds good." Aya nodded, then went back to reading, and was startled when Yohji asked the next question. "How long has it been since you had someone before me?" Aya shifted uncomfortably.
"Why do you ask?" Yohji shrugged at that.
" Just wondering. If you want to know, I don't usually stay with the same person for a long time. Usually, it's just a one-time thing, or it might be an on and off thing."
"Aa." Aya nodded at that.
***END FLASHBACK***
Aya looked down at Yohji again, sighing a bit. How the hell did they get this so messed up in such a short time? He couldn't even fathom the idea of Yohji being serious about anybody other than Asuka. In fact, the thought scared him. He didn't want to become dependent on another person, not while his sister laid in the hospital. He sighed, then lied back down in the bed, still thinking.
--------An' no one's really sure who's lettin' go
today--------
--------Walkin' away…--------
Yohji felt the warmth of the sun on his face, causing him to wake up. He yawned, and looked over to his side, looking for Aya. Aya wasn't there, which wasn't odd for the redhead. They usually left the safe houses separately, so people wouldn't take too much notice of them. Aya had probably already returned to the Koneko. Yohji stretched, and got up.
After getting dressed and getting his daily dose of coffee, Yohji headed back into the Koneko after leaving the mission house, to find Aya working a shift in there. There was no one else in the shop, so Yohji took up an apron, put it on, and looked up to see where Aya was. Aya was in the back, arranging the flowers. He seemed to be avoiding Yohji.
--------If we could take the time to lay it on the line-------- --------I could rest my head-------- Aya avoided Yohji all day in the Koneko. Every time Yohji could corner him to talk to him or ask him a question, he would always find a way to slip out, or a consumer would come in and he would quickly move and help that consumer, no matter how much Aya disliked strangers. Yohji began to get frustrated, and at the end of the day, Yohji cornered Aya for the nth time that day."Aya. We need to talk. Now." Aya hn'ed, and he moved away from Yohji again, angering him. Yohji growled, and he began to follow Aya into the living room. Omi and Ken were out, again, on a date, so they had the privacy of having a discussion there if they wanted. "Aya! Quit avoiding me! You know we need to talk. Now." Aya turned, and glared at Yohji.
"I don't want to talk now." With that, he began to move out of the living room. Yohji growled, and grabbed Aya, and held him against the wall, immobilizing him. Aya struggled to get out of the grasp, but Yohji refused to let go.
"What the hell do you mean? You don't want to talk? What about what we did last night? Didn't that mean something to you?"
"I said I don't want to talk now!" Aya finally pushed Yohji away a bit, but he didn't leave yet. Yohji glared at Aya, then sighed softly. He began to calm down, and then he spoke in a soft voice, while he was looking down, avoiding Aya's eyes.
--------Just known' that you were mine…----------------All mine…--------
"You know, Aya…I really truly want to be with you. When I was growing up, I didn't really have anyone that I could truly love. My mother was gone. My father wasn't around. Then Asuka showed up….she was probably the first person I had ever fallen in love with. We became partners and solved many cases together. Then that day came, with that case which got her killed. After Asuka died, I didn't think there would be anybody that I loved as much as I loved Asuka. I nearly died when she did." Yohji looked up to see if Aya was listening. Aya was silent, but listening. This encouraged Yohji some more.
"After I passed out….Kritiker found me. They offered me a way of getting Riot back. Avenge Askua's death. I accepted. I was put in this unit. I began to go out to clubs, drink myself in a stupor every night and having sex with a different woman who didn't even care if I called our her name or not. At least that was it until I met you. When I saw you passed out on that floor…" Yohji smiled a bit at the memory. "I thought you were beautiful. And so fragile…..even though you didn't appear to be that way when you were coconscious. After a few months of us dancing around each other, we finally started sleeping together, ne? I think I fell in love with you moments after meeting you…though I never knew it or thought about it until now. Aya, I want to be with you. Is that so much to ask? I want to be part of the reason that you're alive today. I want to protect you with my life. I don't think I've ever felt this way with Asuka. Can't we work this out and just, be together?"
--------So if you want to love me, --------
--------Then Darlin', don't refrain…--------
Aya was silent throughout the whole confession, not knowing what to think or what to say. They stood there, staring at each other for a long moment in silence after Yohji asked his question. When it finally hit him that Yohji was serious about him, he panicked.
"I-I….I need to go! I'll be back later!" Aya ducked under Yohji's arms, and ran out, leaving Yohji behind. Yohji stared at him in confusion.
'Oh……SHIT.' Yohji quickly regained his senses and ran in the direction, but he couldn't find Aya anywhere. He tried all of the usual haunts that Aya would visit, but Aya was nowhere to be found. He kept searching the city for any signs of Aya.
Later on, in the evening, Yohji finally returned to the Koneko, wondering where Aya had disappeared to. He was very worried about him. It had just begun to become very cloudy and windy when he was returning to the Koneko, and he hoped that Aya was back there, safe and warm. He padded into the kitchen after toeing off his shoes and slipped on his house slippers, only to find a piece of paper on the kitchen table. It was in Aya's handwriting. A sick feeling came down upon his stomach, and he shakily picked up the piece of paper.
After reading the piece of paper, Yohji slammed down the paper on the table, and he ran upstairs to Aya's bedroom, not wanting to believe what he read on the note. When he rushed into Aya's bedroom, it confirmed his worst fears. The room was empty, devoid of anything that Aya had put in there to make it a bit more inhabited. Aya had left Weiss. He left Weiss because he was afraid of being with Yohji, or even by being around him.
--------Or I'll just end up walkin'----------------In the cold November rain…--------
Yohji headed out to the balcony numbly, as the raindrops began to fall. Eventually, the light drops became a downpour, and Yohji refused to go inside. Omi, who had returned home from the date with Ken, had to come out and drag Yohji back into the house in order to keep him from getting too sick.
To be contd….