Chapter 3
Aya
The rest of the duration in the car was spent in blissful silence, much to Youji's sincere displeasure. The Hoshiko Hotel was a grand site I suppose, that is if you are awed by architecture. One must strain their neck to the point of discomfort to see the top when standing at its base. The entire building looked like a mirror, reflecting the lights of the city. Seeing as evening was finally setting in, just now chasing away the lasts wisps of sunset orange clouds, the main sign had been turned on. That in itself was a sight. . .
"See what did I tell you? Nothing but the best for my Yuki!" Youji stated in a 'baby-talk' tone as he leaned over to kiss my cheek before surrendering seven to the valet. Walking around he opened my door for me in a chivalrous manner. Fighting the urge to gag, I smiled kindly at him. Well this was the mission, and much to my surprise he was handling it almost -too- well.
Walking hand in hand, we entered the grand main office of the hotel. As we were entering, two rather attractive women happened to walk by. Ruefully I glared at him with a shake of my head. I had anticipated such a problem.
"Oh Ay-Yuki! Just because I'm married doesn't mean that I'm blind. You know that you're the one I love."
"Honey it's not the wandering eye that bothers me so much, it's who you're letting it wander for. . . " Leaning in, I whispered icily against his ear. "If I see you even so much as give a woman a second glance I'll kill you. This is a mission."
"But Yuuuuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! (sorry , I had to! Hooray for Gravi) Can't I be a bisexual married man?"
The look that I gave him was all the answer he needed. "Flirt with the bellhop all you want but don't look at women!"
"That's like telling a shark not to swim! I'll die if I don't do it! I'll simply die!"
"Shut up Shuichi," I murmured, cutting him off with a kiss. Our eyes met as we did so and he knew that I meant what I said. Perhaps things weren't going to go so well after all. Hn, Youji's probably going to fuck it up within the first night here.
Youji
I could tell by the look that he was giving me that my new husband had little to no faith in me whatsoever. Truthfully, keeping my eyes off women wouldn't be so hard, so long as he was around to ogle and grope at my leisure, but Youji Kudou doesn't give up his without a fight, even if the cause was lost long ago. . .
As we approached the front desk, I placed my arm around his shoulders; he was stiff but I don't think that anyone else could tell.
"Good evening gentlemen," the receptionist said. He was old and short, but looked kindhearted enough. Actually, he looked like a male Momoe. Scary. "Name of reservation?"
"Shuichi and Yuki Fujudou please." Turning to the computer the man quickly typed in our aliases. "Yes, honeymoon suite, booked for ten days?" He asked, there wasn't any judgment of our sexual preference thus far, but that didn't take him off our list of suspects.
"Yes," I confirmed. "Just got married." Holding up my hand, I showed him the golden loop, which was a little too small for my finger and had been bugging me for a while actually. I'm sure that my poor, abused digit would turn purple and fall off at any moment now.
Swiftly there was discreet elbow-jab to my ribs. I had no idea what I'd done wrong until the clerk spoke up once again.
"Really? I didn't know that homosexual marriage was recognized by the government here?"
"Uh. . ." Oops, Aya had failed to mention that. Restraining an urge to yell at my lover, I quickly came up with something. "Well we're married in our hearts and that's what counts. Fuck the government. I married him for his looks not his money."
Laughing good-naturedly the clerk handed us two of those nifty little cards that are actually keys. Call me immature but I've always thought that they were just too cool after having grown up with normal keys that never seemed to fit in the holes properly. "Floor 43, room 1187. If you have any needs don't hesitate to call us. Your luggage, I trust, should be in your room already. I hope you have a wonderful stay here at the Hoshiko Hotel."
"Oh we will, thank you." With that, we both departed to the elevator.
"Oh darling, if we're not married then why do we have to wear wedding rings."
"It's called a commitment ceremony," he murmured so inaudibly that I almost couldn't hear him. "It's like marriage but without the legal bindings."
"Now you tell me," I sighed as we came to a stop in front of the silver doors of the elevator. Lightly I pressed the up arrow and waited. . . And waited, and waited. . .Then, just to make things interesting, I waited some more! It took the damn thing about ten minutes to finally open, only to let out a stampede of tourists. We did finally manage to board it, however, and luckily we were the only passengers for the time being.
After delicately pressing in both 4 and 3, the younger assassin walked over to where I leaned against the wall in the corner. He caught me off guard a little as he pressed his body up against mine sensually, wrapping his lithe arms around my waste. His hot breath against my neck, when mixed with the proximity of our bodies, had my tight jeans feeling even more constricting.
Pressing his lips to my ear he whispered, "most likely our killer knows we're here and has bugged our rooms with hidden cameras. There's one in here for sure. When we get to the room we have to look for them but be discreet about it."
"No problem," I whispered as I bent my head to begin lightly kissing the flesh of his neck. "Might as well give the bastard a show before we kill him." Smugly I grinned as his breath began to quicken ever so slightly.
Much to Aya's sincere relief, I'm sure, the elevator stopped at about the eighth floor to load more passengers, brining an abrupt halt to the ministrations that I had in store for that lovely sensitive throat of his.
Aya
I'd just about lost it when the bastard started to lick my neck. Now he knew that it was one of my most sensitive spots. I'd be damned, in both the literal context as well as the figurative, if Kudou ever sees me with an erection. Much less, one that was induced by him arousing me.
Thankfully, we reached the room without further incident. Furtively we exchanged a knowing look before entering the room.
"Wow," I gasped, hoping to God that it didn't sound too utterly fake. "You really. . . Shuichi! This is too much!" I let my fingers graze the polished marbled tops of all of the furniture. Discreetly my eyes studied every which corner of the room. Yes, I know that the hidden cameras insured that the culprit would be able to verify our homosexuality, but it also meant that we'd actually have to have sex, which was something that I doubted Youji really cared to do.
"Hey, come look at this honey! It's like a fuckin' swimming pool!" I knew instantly that he didn't really care if I saw the Jacuzzi or not. Following the sound of his voice, I was lead into a spacious bathroom which a large hot tub like bath in one corner and a spacious, dual shower in the other.
"Wow, think of all the fun we can have in here. . ." I purred, doing my best to sound sultry. Pressing myself against him, I half wished that my actions could be in earnest. It was too damn hard to keep pretending like this. . . And yet it was heaven as well. Finally, I had my chance to be close to him, to touch him, to show the warmth that really was there like I never could before.
Huh, I laughed mentally to myself. Youji must think that I'm one damn good actor.
"Sorry darling but there's no hidden camera in here," he laughed. A good minute or two after I'd began to cuddle him.
"Oh," I muttered as I vehemently pulled away from him. "Why didn't you say so sooner."
"Sorry, I was kinda enjoying myself." His tone of voice made it very difficult to decipher whether or not he was kidding.
Youji
Whoever though that someone so cold could be so warm? I loved the way that Aya was being so affectionate, the way that his head fit perfectly at the crook of my shoulder. It hurt to hold him like that, feeling so much yet knowing that nothings returned. . .
"Come on," he icily told me. "I've located one camera. I'm pretty sure it's the only one. It's built in to part of the VCR on top of the television, pointed at the bed. I'm almost certain that there's no microphone built into it."
"You're positive there's only the one?" My fellow assassin nodded his assurance. "How're we going to get rid of it?"
"Just follow my lead. . ." Trusting Yuki, I let myself be lead by the hand back into the bedroom. Stopping in front of the large, luxurious looking bed, Aya took both of my hands and brought them to his own waist, releasing mine his own came up to tangle themselves in my wavy blonde hair.
"I love you so much." His words were spoken slowly and deliberately. . . Oh! So that his lips could be read, I got it.
"I've been waiting for this for so long," I spoke softly, but just as pronouncedly as he had. Feeling bold, I let my hands slip down to his ass. It was both firm and soft at the same time.
Much to my surprise (and believe you me, it was a pleasant surprise) his look didn't falter in the slightest. Actually, he smiled a little, a come-hither smile. Wow, I didn't know that Aya could make a come-hither smile. . . It had me instantly hard though. His hands came down to begin unbuttoning my shirt, his lips lowering to kiss exposed skin. "Lie down," he whispered icily, bringing me back to reality somewhat.
At his command, I did so. So much for being the man. Coming over me, he straddled my hips in such a manner that my arousal pressed against his rear, okay so maybe I still was the man. Seductively he crossed his arms, pulling his shirt off, revealing a slender and smooth body to me. . . I'd never seen him even half-naked before. . . My God, he was gorgeous.
Taking said shirt, he threw it over his head in a manner that most would perceive as careless, but I knew better. "Did it land right?" He whispered the query to me. Trying my best to look inconspicuous, I peaked behind the beautiful man that was now straddling me. The hideous orange sweater had indeed landed so that the camera was concealed.
"Yes," I affirmed, but made no effort to move.
"Good." With that said, he abruptly got off me and walked over to his suitcase (the clerk had been correct in stating that they would've already been delivered. . . much to my current disappointment). Roughly, he unzipped it and pulled out the first shirt that his hands came to and pulled it on.
"My but aren't we the shy one," I teased at his eagerness to be dressed once again. All that this earned me was a glare. "Ya know you're really good at pretending to be into it. . . I bet you could make a lot of money in the porn industry!"
"You weren't so bad at pretending yourself." In response to his seemingly innocent commentary, I did something that I, Youji Kudou, have not done ever since I lost my virginity!. . . I blushed. He was referring to my hard on and we both knew it. I couldn't help it! Why'd the man have to be so damned sexy?
Recovering quickly, I countered good-naturedly with: "Well the cock knows better than the brain what the libido has desire for."
"How. . . poetic of you. . . "
"Ain't it though?" I smiled lustfully at him. By his snort, I'd say that it was safe to assume that he took the gesture as mere teasing. "So is that hideous garment of yours going to be hanging over our TV all week or are we going to come up with a plan?"
"We? I already have. . . It stays there for tonight. Tomorrow we'll call the front desk and say that there is something wrong with the VCR and it wasn't playing our movies. Rather than send some repair man up here to fix this one they'll simply bring a new one to save time."
"Oh smart and beautiful! How'd I ever get to be so lucky?"
After a long pause, he feebly mumbled ". . .What's wrong with the sweater?"
"Huh?"
"You said that the sweater was hideous. . . What's wrong with it?"
Oh. . . My. . . Kami-sama! Aya was getting in panties in a snarl because I insulted his fashion sense?!?!. . . Despite my most sincere and strongest efforts, the violent waves of laughter would not subside and I was forced to submit to them. "Waahahahahahaaaaaa!" My eyes were watering and my stomach began to cramp, but I paid them no mind.
"Urusai!" He shouted at me in the "shi-ne tone," as we had all deemed it.
"I'm sorry Aya but you. . . Actually giving a damn about whether I like your ratty orange turtleneck or not? It's kinda perverse don'tcha think?"
"I don't give a damn about fashion," his growl was now subdued to the 'ice vocalized' tone that he was so fond of. "My sister made it for me. . ."
Suddenly I kind of felt bad. I don't know why I did, I just did. I mean I wouldn't let the matter go when Omi wore that hideous pink sweater that Momoe-san knitted him, but this thing with Aya's sweater seemed very different somehow. It showed that the bastard was human, in some small way.
"I never knew you had a sister," I admitted. Previously I had thought his entire family to be dead. Knocking off the concerned act I quickly added: "Is she cute?" My God, this could be the cure to my ailment. Someone with the Fujimiya beauty that was actually a girl!
"She's. . . Not well. Even if she were I'd kill you with my bare hands before you came within a hundred feet of her." Man, that glare always gets me! It was a perfectly innocent question. ". . . She's too young for you besides."
This talk about someone that was obviously very close to the redhead had my attention grasped and I wanted, no needed, so desperately to know more! "Does she know that you're in Weiß?"
"Hn." The shake of his head indicated that this was one of his negative hn's, which were not too particularly different from his affirmative hn's.
"That must be difficult," I sympathized. "How come she never comes to visit you? Or comes to the Koneko?" Nearly every girl in their right mind (or sexual orientation) in Tokyo spent every waking moment of their free time in the Koneko no Sumi Iie. Even if Aya's sister were too young for me she could always drool over Omi.
"I told you. She's not well." Those were his spoken words but it was quite clear that he meant to say, drop the subject before my katana acquaints itself with your intestines.
"Well. . . I, uh, hope that she gets better. . ."