Chapter 6
Youji
I couldn't help but notice the odd expression that stayed on Aya's features as we made our way back to the room by means of stairs.
"Aya? Daijobu ka?"
"Hn?" He looked up. "I'm fine. I was just wondering, did you find her suspicious? She knew how long we were staying here and also I wouldn't think for a minute that the incident with the elevator was an accident."
Oh my poor, neurotic red head. "I agree with you wholly on the elevator part but Junko-san is probably harmless. Besides, she said a week, not 10 days. It was probably just a way to cover her ass so that she doesn't get sued."
Fishing out my key card, I got prepared to open the door as we made the last turn to the hall in which the said door was located. Ah, room 1187. With a quick slide, the green light lit up and we were permitted access into the nice, cozy room.
Hurriedly pushing past me Aya went straight for his bag to fish out some, not only warmer, but also considerably drier, clothes. Passing a glance at the clock on the wall I realized that it was getting bit late even for this night owl. . . almost. With a yawn, I opened my own duffle bag and got out a pair of sweat pants, like anything more was necessary for sleeping in.
As Aya walked by me stripping, he shot me a glare and menacingly barked, "Do you mind?" The effect though was killed by a red tint to his cheeks.
"Insecurity problems Aya-koi?" Was my drawled response. All I got in retaliation was some incoherent grumble as the younger man slammed the bathroom door.
Aya
Slipping my chilled legs into the welcoming pajama pants was like heaven, the nice large tee shirt was just a bonus. Throwing my wet pants over the towel rack and discarding the mangled thong into the trashcan I made my way back into the hotel room.
Youji was sitting upon the bed looking intently at the menu on the television. . . Wait a minute, the television?!?!
"Youji!"
"What?" I think that my yelling startled him, but right now I didn't care. How the hell were we supposed to cover the camera now?
"You're blowing our cover!"
"Huh?. . . Oh, relax Aya; the VCR is still covered up." Looking over I saw that the idiot was right. "Really Aya you're so tense and paranoid. . . Come here."
"Why?" My words were questioning but my body disobediently walked towards him.
"Lay down. . ." My eyebrow rose. "I just want to give you a massage."
"Haven't you done enough for me tonight?" My words were softly spoken and sincere, as I recalled him saving my life. I owed the beautiful idiot now. . .
"Considering the thong I'd say we've broken even," sheepishly he rubbed the back of his neck. "So c'mon Aya. I can make you feel like jelly! Trust me. . ."
"That's quite alright, I assure you-"
"Aya. I saved your life and I order you to let me massage you!"
With a conceding sigh, I began to lie down but Youji stopped me. "Wait, you've gotta take your shirt of. . . C'mon it's nothing I haven't seen before."
"You've seen me in a thong before but that doesn't change the fact that you never will again."
"Aya, stop being so damn stubborn!" With that, the blonde stood up and began to manually strip me.
"Stop! Alright." With a characteristic grin, he backed off letting me remove the garment myself. Then I lay face down on the bed, oddly I didn't feel as vulnerable as I'd previously thought I would.
Youji
The redhead stiffened beneath me as I straddled his thighs. Yes! Aya ala carte, with a side of strawberry scented massage oil compliments of Youji's seduction kit.
"Relax Aya," I purred as I poured a healthy portion of the smooth liquid onto my hands. Setting the bottle aside, I lowered my fingers to his taut shoulders. "You really need to learn to unwind, even if we are on a mission."
The skin of his neck was smooth beneath my fingertips, so kissable. Softly I heard him sigh as I rubbed up near his hairline. "Feel good?" My words sound cocky and I know it.
"Hn. . . Youji, what were you looking for on the TV anyway."
"Huh?. . . Oh, that! Well there's movies you can rent for your rooms here, kinda like Payper View and man you wouldn't believe how much porn we can get up here!"
"Hentai." He scolded.
"Yeah, some of that too." My hands were now at the bottom of his shoulder blades and rotating inward down to the small of his back.
"Mmn," the soft moan was stifled, but nothing gets past a pro like me. Scooting back further down his thighs, my hands were working dangerously close to the waistline of his pants. Hmm, that could be fixed.
"Youji-" He began to argue but I cut him off.
"Oh no! More of my ungodly white skin for the world to see!. . ." He 'hn-ed' at me. "Get over it." I then tugged down the loose pants until they were almost at the plumber's butt line. Needless to say, I lingered in this area of his body far longer that anywhere else.
Seeing as how my little Aya was being oh so very compliant tonight, I decided to dare a little more. My fingertips gently grazed the skin beneath his sweats.
"You-" Suddenly there was a light knocking at the door. Shit.
Aya
"Oops, Aya, excuse me. I forgot that while you were in the bathroom I ordered some food. Boy they're fast." Lifting himself off me Youji went over to answer the door. Hn, baka.
Taking the opportunity while I had it, I sat up and grabbed one of the hotel pillows and placed it over my lap in such a manner that it looked natural, not at all erection concealing. . .
Coming back into the room, I saw Youji carrying a bottle of some sort of liquid, probably something alcoholic, and a bag of potato chips.
"I thought you said food?" I snorted.
"Chips are food."
"I wouldn't eat anything from here if I were you," I cautioned him. "Just look what happened with the elevator."
"I'm way ahead of you," he assured. "I made sure to only order packaged stuff." Unscrewing the lid off the drink he was about to take a sip when I stopped him.
"No!"
"Oh c'mon I don't want to get a cup-"
"What?!- I don't care if you drink out of the bottle. It might be poisoned."
"Pft." He snorted at my well-justified caution. The killer, whoever they may be, had been working fast on us!
"Youji!"
Quickly I sprang up from the bed and yanked the bottle out of his hands. "Hey! Aya!" He groaned with frustration.
"You'll thank me for this later," I mumbled as I walked over to a houseplant in a corner. "Watch," I instructed as I poured some of the liquid into the flowerpot. . . Okay, come on plant, you are supposed to die right about now. . .
"Wow Aya, that might have scared me if something actually happened to the plant. . . Then again, what would happen, the plastic melt?"
Huh? Upon further inspection, I realized that Youji's words were the truth. The plant was indeed plastic. . . Oh my.
"It could still be poisoned," was my dejected and incoherent protest as I walked past him and back towards the bed.
"Oh Aya, seeing you blush is worth a drink any day."
Youji
But I was still thirsty! Oh well.
Silently I observed my husband as he turned down the covers of the bed, the way his muscles were shadowed in the dim lighting was utterly erotic. The bulge in his pants only served to heighten my own. . . Passion. ;)
Walking over I turned off the TV and went around to the opposite side of the bed. As we were both about to climb in our eyes met. Yay! Another awkward moment in a long string of awkward moments! He was the first to avert his eyes as he lay down, making sure to stay as far to his designated side as possible.
"Mind hitting the light Aya?" I requested with a yawn as I crawled in beside him but more towards the middle.
"Hn." There was a loud click of a switch and then all was dark with the exception of the faint glow of the television. I have never really understood the glow-in-the-dark quality of TVs but it is damn creepy. Luckily, the effect usually wears off in a minute or two but it always makes me think of this crappy foreign film that we rented once, The Ring or something like that. Pft, it was soo not scary. . . Okay, well maybe a little.
"Hey Aya."
"What?" Funny, his voice didn't sound as irritated as I had figured it would.
In a scratchy voice I whispered, "Seven daysssssssss."
"Oh God." He groaned. I was surprised that he even remembered the terrible movie, but then again it was hard to forget after the weeklong paranoia that had gripped Ken like a vice. He had crawled into bed with Omi every night!. . . Hey, wait a second. . .
"Aya. . . Do you think that Ken and Omi are hiding something?"
"Like what?"
"You know, do you think they're a couple?"
Turning over to face me, our eyes met in the dark. Although all I could see was his silhouette, it still felt like we were making eye contact, it was kinda intimate actually.
"What brought that up?"
"Well I was thinking' about how Ken kept crawling into Omi's bed after he saw that crappy Ring movie."
He pondered this for a moment, and then answered. "It wouldn't surprise me. Ken had a rather close relationship with that Kase guy."
"Yeah and that Ouka chick kinda forced herself on Omi. . .it's a possibility." With that, I kinda chuckled, feeling like some dumb teen girl gossiping at a slumber party. "So who do you like?"
"Hn?"
"You heard me," I teased. "You got the hots for the Chibi or the Jock?"
"Oh please," I almost detected a laugh with that answer. "Just go to sleep Youji."
"I will when you tell me who you are interested in!" I knew I was pushing it but something deeply residing in me was urging me to find out the truth. Even if it hurt, I wanted to know. . .
"That's none of your business."
"Aya- Please. . . I'll tell you who I like!"
"Youji, we're not 13."
"Please!"
Aya
God just shut up Youji! I could not tell him of my feeling for him. He would either kill me or die laughing. Then again, if I said nothing then it would be obvious that I was hiding something. "Fine," I surrendered. "I like someone that I can never have and someone that I can't even understand why I want. Now goodnight Youji."
"Aya!. . .Hn. Well I'll tell ya who I like." Even in the dark, I could just feel the pout on his face. "Let's just say that Youji Kudou doesn't always walk in a straight line if you catch my drift."
Was Youji actually admitting to something! "Huh?"
"It's called bi-curious Aya, now goodnight." He mocked.
"Youji!"
"ZzzzZzzz." He fake snored.
"Bastard," I muttered.
Youji
"Wow, you guessed right." My words were barely above a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"Nothing."
Finally, I let the silence hang between us and just relaxed into the warm sea of blankets. The mattress was soft and the pillows were fluffy, if only regular hotels came like this.
As I felt myself sailing out into dreamland, I lazily scooted up next to my dosing companion and held him against me.
"Huh?" I could tell that he was nearly asleep but the cutely slurred tone.
"'Night Aya. . ." I smiled as I buried my face into the sweet smelling crook of his neck. The smooth skin of his bare torso against mine was blissful. . . If only we could stay like this forever.