Chapter 7
Aya
I was awake before I opened my eyes; maybe I could still feign sleep if I kept them closed. Generally, I am a morning person. Hm, I remember how Aya-chan used to tell me that the roosters would come and get me for making them look bad. . Yeah, it was a lame joke but it never ceased to bring a smile to my face. . . This morning was not like other mornings though. Always there was a stiff sheet, my only warmth against a cold room and a hard mattress. I could afford, but did now allow myself, such luxuries as a comfortable bed. This morning though I was surrounded by warmth and comfort, all of which I can't honestly attribute to the mattress.
Thus, I continued to fake sleep, and as I came more to the distinct presence of arms wrapped around my bare shoulders was detected. Not only that but my own arms were going numb from being tucked under the warmth of someone. . . Hn, Youji. He must still be asleep as well, if he'd continue in this intimate embrace.
But no. . . I realized, he was awake! The conclusion dawned on me when I felt a rumble in his chest as he laughed at something. . . I was aware of the faint buzz of the television but the blonde had the volume so low that I could not tell what it was.
"What are you laughing at?" I tried to slur my words to make it seem as though I had just been awakened.
"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to disturb you Aya-KoI," he rolled the taunt off his tongue. "You just looked so cute while you were sleeping that I didn't have the heart to wake you."
With an all too common hn I reluctantly forced myself to get off Youji and sit up. Sparring a glance over at the TV caused me to nearly faint.
"What the hell are you watching?!?!?!"
Youji
The utter look of shock, disgust, and faint excitement was priceless.
"It's called Boku no Sexual Harassment. I heard some girls in the shop talking about it. . . Didn't know that we were serving such little ecchis, didya Aya?" Having woken surprisingly early this morning I let curiosity get the better of me and rented one of the bad Hentai Porn movies, YAOI or whatever it's called. I needed more ideas for when I finally seduced my little redheaded koibito.
Stealing another glance at the dumbfounded man caused me to stifle a laugh. Never before had I seen the man look so utterly uncomfortable. Pointing at the screen, he began to ask timidly, "Is that. . . "
"A beer bottle? Yeah. If you think that's bad you should've seen the thing with the corn!" Perhaps I should have rented a little less. . . Food oriented film to get ideas from.
"Corn?!?!. . ." Frowning at me, he muttered with a pout. "Now you've ruined corn for me! Thanks a lot Youji."
"How the hell was I supposed to know that you even liked corn? All you ever eat is junk food!" For such a slender, in shape man Aya did eat a lot of crap. If he couldn't admit that to himself, he was more in denial than I had previously imagined.
"Hn. Well how was I supposed to know that you liked animated men having threesomes?" Hmm, good question. . . "And I do not eat that much junk food."
"I don't like animated gay porn! I just think it's funny! And you do too eat a lot of junk food Miss Piggy." All that earned me was one of those icy shi-ne stares. Damn the man should patent them or something! "Don't get your thong in a snarl biseinen. It's for the mission. Just because the titles aren't on the receipts doesn't mean that they don't know what you're renting."
"Hn. Porn is more expensive than the mainstream films."
Cocking an eye up at him, I smile wickedly, "speaking from experience Aya?"
"It's a simple case of supply and demand. My father was a banker, I know a lot more about money than I've ever really cared to."
Aya
I have no idea what drove me to admit something like that to Youji. My past was none of his business, even worse was the fact that he hadn't even asked me about it in the first place!. . . Strangely, though it didn't seem too uncomfortable.
"What did your mom do for a living? Or was she a stay at home kinda mom?" Wow, he actually sounded genuinely interested in my youth, and yet not pushy like I had known him to be in the past.
"She was a homemaker."
"Ah, I never knew that you were into political correctness."
"Not politically correct, just truthful. With a strict grouch like my father and a hyperactive child to deal with it is a career."
Laughing the blonde man turned sparkling green eyes up at me. "So you were hyper active? I find that hard to imagine."
Concealing a small smile, I corrected myself. "No, my sister was."
"So what was Aya like when he was little boy?" Now by the look on his face I could tell that I really had his interest.
". . . Not that different." I hesitated before answering. "Perhaps a bit happier but that goes without saying."
"True. . . So when did this Aya becomes a sexpert come in if you were still so shy?" I just wanted to slap the ecchi grin off his face.
"Just full of questions this morning aren't we?"
Youji
Oooh, bonus points! He used the murder voice on me! Seriously, though I had been making such progress with him, I didn't want to loose that now. . . Not to mention that I wanted a pretty mental image of Aya in my mind to drown out the nasty YAOI film that was still running on the screen, consequently .
"Please Aya. Just tell me about it and I'll tell you anything you want to know!"
He hesitated as if in though. Honestly, I doubted that he would even consider it, having never been a curiosity-filled kitten like myself. "Fine. . ." He conceded after a moment or two. Staring me down though, he requested, no, ordered, roughly: "but you'll never say a word to anyone!"
"Cross my heart and hope to die." Eee! This was gonna get good.
Taking in a deep sigh, he began softly. "I lost my virginity when I was 13-"
"Huh?!?!" That could not be right. That bastard couldn't have beaten me to the finish line! I only lost mine when I was 15!
"Do you want me to continue or not?"
"Yeah but. . . 13?!?!"
"Urusai. . ." Finally giving it up I silenced myself. "When I was eighth grade I was having trouble with algebra and my father, being a banker and all, wanted me to excel in math. So he hired me a tutor. An attractive, high school aged tutor. After a while. . . Well you're not brain dead, put two and two together."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. . . For a moment, I was afraid that I might faint. . . "You were willing?"
"I wasn't raped if that's what you asking."
"Man. . . I was 15 when I lost mine and I was too drunk to remember it!"
Aya
Sucks to be you. My relationship with my tutor had only lasted a year. Upon my entering the same high school that he attended things became too awkward and he broke it off. It had hurt for a long time, but I'd gotten over it.
Breaking away from my short reverie, I realized exactly why I had been telling all of this to Youji. "So now it's my turn. . . What did you mean last night?"
"Uh. . . Heh heh, mean about what?"
Hn, just try to avoid it Youji, there is a three-foot long piece of steel in my suitcase that might bring you to my way of thinking.
"You know very well what."
"Okay, what I said about replacing the thong. . . Well it's cause I wanted one! To uh. . . Give as a gag souvenir to Ken and Omi. Who knows, they might actually like it."
"Huh? What the hell are you talking about."
"Well," he countered. "What are you talking about. I can't very well answer a question if I don't know what it is Aya!"
"What did you mean when you said-"
"Hey! Look Aya! That cartoon guy looks like a Takatori!" Stupidly I looked at the television. . . Hm, he actually did look like a Takatori. Suddenly there was a remote control whizzing by my head as Youji yelled out in an impression, and a very embarrassingly bad impression of me. "SHI-NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Youji you ba. . ." Suddenly the remote hit the sweater covering the camera sending it down to the floor. "Ka. . ."
Youji
My do I ever have a talent for evading subjects! Suddenly the act was put back into place as I rolled over to be on top of my artificial lover. Breathing lowly against his ear, I murmured. "We're still under the covers, you think that we could just make it look like we're having sex?"
"I still need an answer. . . " He demanded with a pout. What a stubborn baka! Quick Kudou, think of something fast, think of something fast. . .
"Err, what I was talking about was that there was this one time that I saw a drag queen and mistook them for a girl." I felt bad for lying but I think that I'd probably feel worse if I confessed and told him how much I really enjoyed being atop of him like this. "Later when I learned that they were really a man though, I didn't really care. . . But that was a long time ago."
"Oh. . ." God, why did he look so disappointed? Suddenly I felt like I had kicked a puppy or something. . . Maybe, just maybe he felt the same for me. "Well, now that you've blown our cover we'd better get on with it." He mumbled brining his arms around my back as he spread his legs around me and bent them. God it felt so good to be close to him like this.
Gently I stroked firey red pieces of hair away from his smooth features as I lowered my mouth to his in a gentle kiss. Tentatively my tongue brushed against his soft lips, requesting access that was soon granted. Morning breath aside, it was wonderful. Warm and passionate, or mouths making love as my hands crept between us to stroke a small nipple.
His lips closed momentarily against mine, trapping my tongue in his mouth as he moaned. It was so inadvertently erotic that I was four to seven in seconds flat. My lips trailed away from his momentarily so that I could look at his face. His violet eyes were burning with passion, as were his cheeks. Longish tendrils looked like blood spilled out over the silken white pillow. Saliva slick lips were parted as they took in short gasps of air.
"You're so beautiful." Oops, that wasn't supposed to slip out! He had to know that it wasn't for the camera because the camera could not see it! His brows drew together in a look of slightly scared confusion. Before any protests could be vocalized, my mouth went in again for a more heated, ravenous kiss.
His cock was hard against mine through the thin confines of his silky pajama pants. Thrusting against him the soft material of my sweats rubbed against me, sending a tremor of ecstasy throughout my body. "Youji. . ." he sighed as my lips, teeth, and tongue worshiped that slender neck of his.
Soon his own hips found a rhythm with mine. I hope that the thick blankets and comforter still piled atop of us made the show convincing. It was certainly good enough for me! Never before, at least not since high school, had dry humping been so utterly satisfying.
Moving to nibble on his ear caused a shift in positions, my hardness rubbing against his other erogenous area.
"Mmnnn. . ." Stifle the moans all you want Aya-koi, just so long as I know that I'm getting to you. "Youji. . . Youji. . . Stop."
"Why?"
"Youji this is enough! I think we've convinced them-" I cut off the protests with a kiss. Wouldn't want those serial killers to think that Youji Kudou has no stamina. His hands were pushing at my chest, but not all that hard, not risking revealing our true identities. Why was Aya being so pushy anyway, he was hard so I could tell he was enjoying it.
. . . Then it hit me as I felt his legs tremor beneath mine and his thrusts against me became a bit more erratic. Aya was enjoying this too much. Breaking our kiss he buried his face against my neck and, despite previous protest, held me as close to his body as was humanely possible as he came. There wasn't any great yelling of my name or gratuitous moaning, only a soft whimper and hitched panting as his thrusts slowed and then finally ceased.
Despite my remaining erection, I stopped my movements as well and contented myself with lying atop of him as he came down from an unwanted high.
"Aya. . ." his head was turned to the side and his eyes refused to meet mine. The look of shame of his face was breaking my heart. If I did not know my fellow assassin better, I would say that he was about to cry. "Aya. . . I'm sorry. I-"
"It's not your fault," he cut in.
"I should've listened to you! Aya. . . Don't be upset. I'm not. I'm glad that I could make you feel good!. . . Don't be angry." It was only half the truth but he needed to hear it. Honestly though I wished that I could've made him feel nice willingly.
"I'm not angry. . . Get off me Youji."
Aya
I could've died right about then. Willingly he rolled over so that I could move off the bed.
"Wait!" He stopped me.
"What now?" I nearly growled. I was not mad and Youji, although I had every right to be. Mostly I was just frustrated and disappointed in myself.
"Um, you should probably take your pants off." Oh, yeah, I had forgotten about that. Despite the fact that his words were innocent and it was very much the truth, it still did nothing but damper the terrible mood that I was in. Not only had I cum because of humping his leg like some dog, but also my dreams had been dashed when I'd found out that he'd been attracted to a cross dresser! I cannot believe that I'd have ever deluded myself so much as to believe that my feelings were reciprocated.
"Don't worry." His words drew me out of a trance as he looked over at me with a reassuring smile. "I won't look." True to his word, he closed his eyes and laid back. Thank you Youji.