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Breaking Free
Chapter 3
When the beat changed up with a new song, it brought Yohji out of his rhythm induced trance. I need something to drink. He made his way over to the bar and motioned to the bartender. The cool bottle of beer appeared quickly and he gratefully began to drain it. He turned so he could look out over the club and admire the scenery and try to locate his teammates.
Ken was found quickly enough and Yohji raised an eyebrow as he watched the brunette coax a pretty blonde into the shadows. Kenken, you sly fox. Didn't know you had it in you. Although Aya is going to kill him when he finds out he chose to makeout with some girl during a mission. Speaking of fearless leader…
Yohji continued to scan the club, but didn't see any hint of the Weiss leader. He probably chickened out. Jade eyes continued to roam the crowd, appreciating all the beautiful creatures laid out before him. He spotted a redhead that wasn't Aya, but it served to turn his thoughts to the man. Maybe I was a little too mean this time. He can't help the way he is. He wouldn't be Aya if he wasn't so repressed, right? Although I hope I'm there the day he decides to join the world of the living and let loose. That will be quite a sight. Yohji took another drink of his beer, eyes lazily roaming over the writhing bodies when his attention was suddenly completely focused. Well, hello. Who do we have here?
Yohji's attention was captured by an ebony haired dancer no more than thirty feet away. From what he could see through the sea of people, it was a guy. The dancer's back was turned to him, but he watched, mesmerized as the lithe body swayed to the beat of the music. He was wearing a black wife beater that had, at the very least, a mesh back. The hair was tied back, but stray strands had come loose and the sweat had caused them to stick to the curve of the dancer's neck. And what a delicious neck it is, complete with black leather collar. Yummy.
Yohji's eyes roamed lower over the toned back and noticed equally toned arms. One of which had another black collar on the bicep. He gazed in wonder as the dancer moved his pale arms to hypnotize, like a snake charming its victim. They wound around the trim body, hugging tight, then releasing and resuming its loving caresses of the dancer's body. The simple yet effective look was finished off with a pair of tight, low slung dark crimson leather pants that looked almost painted on to the gyrating body.
My god, if the face is half as pretty as the rest, I might just have to follow Kenken's example, Aya be damned. Yohji checked out the other dancers around his ebony haired desire and noted that no one seemed to be his partner so he began to angle his way around to check out the dancer's face before moving in. It was a little slow going, so he was being teased with the smallest of glimpses. But finally, as if reading his mind, the dancer turned towards him slowly. Just turn around you mesmerizing piece of dance floor porn. That's it, keep turning, keep turning…
Yohji stood, mouth gaping, transfixed at the amethyst eyes gazing at him. AYA! The dark haired version of Aya never flinched at the sight of his shocked teammate. He just kept dancing. Before Yohji knew what he was doing, he began to make his way over to Aya in a trance. Those eyes….. They weren't the guarded eyes he was used to seeing. They were darker, lustful and Yohji was being dawn to them like a moth to a flame.
Aya was inwardly reveling in his triumph of making Yohji's jaw drop when he realized that the blonde was making his way over to join him. Oh shit! No! I won't dance with him, I won't dance with…. The taller assassin was now looking down at him, but Aya couldn't hold the gaze. He looked away, trying to ignore the hungry look in his teammate's eyes.
Aya turned his back on Yohji, hoping he would get the message, but it seemed to only encourage him as Aya felt Yohji's hand slide around his waist, their bodies now pressed against each other. Aya faltered, but Yohji had already caught his rhythm and he expertly guided Aya to his movements. Aya closed his eyes and tried to think of a subtle way to get Yohji away from him, but he couldn't concentrate on anything other than the feel of the other assassin's body against his own. Oh god…he feels so good…But we shouldn't be doing this…I shouldn't be doing this. Not with Yohji. This is just a game to him.
Aya felt the slightest tickle at his cheek and then he heard Yohji's voice in his ear. It was sensual, almost demanding and sent shivers down Aya's spine, despite his current overheated state.
"You are fucking amazing. You're driving me crazy."
As if to emphasize his point, Yohji ground his hips into Aya just a little harder and Aya's eyes flew open in surprise when he felt the extent of Yohji's appreciation against his ass. This spurred Aya into action. He didn't want to cause a scene, they still had a mission after all, so he turned within Yohji's grasp and locked eyes with him. He offered a coy smile as he brought two fingers up and kissed them, then placed the two fingers on Yohji's lips. Before Yohji could pull Aya's fingers into his mouth, the dark haired assassin pulled away shaking his head 'no' and melted into the crowd.
Yohji stood there a few moments, then quickly made his way outside for some fresh air. As he leaned against the brick wall, he pulled out a cigarette. He cursed Aya and his own weakness as he tried unsuccessfully to light his cigarette with shaking hands.
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Once he'd escaped Yohji, Aya headed to the bar, desperately needing a drink to ease his thirst and his nerves. Why did he do that? What was he thinking? And that look in his eyes….he looked….hungry. Aya felt a jolt to his chest at the recalled memory and he quickly took another drink of his beer. Yohji, what the hell did you do to me? He looked up at the mirrored wall behind the bar and caught his own image. He felt like he was staring at a completely different person. I wasn't the one turned on by Yohji. You were. The raven haired dancer. Not me. Yohji wanted you. Not me.
Suddenly Aya's thoughts were interrupted by a voice very close to his ear.
"My boss was admiring your dancing. He'd like to buy you a drink."
Aya suddenly became all business at those words. Yohji would have to wait. He had a mission to complete. He didn't turn to face the man, he looked at him in the mirror, adopting a coy, almost arrogant posture and tone.
"If he wants to buy me a drink, he can tell me himself."
Aya took another drink from the bottle of beer, watching the man's reaction in the mirror. A smile spread across the thin lips and he chuckled.
"I'll give him the message."
And with that, the man was gone. Aya quickly finished his beer and started to get up to dance some more when he turned and was faced with brilliant blue eyes and a smile.
"Leaving so soon? I was hoping to buy you a drink."
"So you're the boss, huh?"
The man gave a self deprecating laugh and stepped back a pace from Aya. "Yeah, that's me. But I'd rather you call me Ryo."
Aya sat back down and motioned for the man to sit on the stool next to him.
"Why don't you join me at my table? It's a lot more comfortable and we'll be able to hear each other a little better."
Aya shrugged and got up, heading towards the table the man indicated, not waiting to be led. He slid into the booth and the man with the brilliant blue eyes and smile slid in right next to him, their legs touching. Two drinks immediately appeared, a beer and whatever cocktail the man was drinking. Aya took a drink and waited for the man to make his pitch.
"You had some nice moves out there."
"Thanks." Aya scanned the club for signs of Yohji or Ken, but didn't see either one. I hope Omi's getting this.
"I haven't noticed you in the club before."
Aya offered a crooked smile. "So you're a regular who picks up the new comers?"
There was that smile and chuckle again. This time he hung his head and stared down into his drink. "No, no, nothing like that. I own the place so I'm in here every night. You have a tendency to notice regulars night after night, whether you want to or not."
"So what are you doing sitting out here? Don't you have a private table?"
"No. I only come out for extended periods of time maybe once a month. Usually I just come down, meet with the bouncers, bartender, have a drink and go back upstairs."
"So why are you down here tonight?"
"I came down and met with the bouncer when I saw you come in. When I went to the bar to talk to Rich, I saw you again. You were dancing, lost in your own little world. I couldn't help but stay and watch."
"A voyeur, huh?"
A slight blush crept to the man's cheeks and Aya found himself smiling. He liked the idea of being able to make this man blush. And he realized he liked the idea of being watched by him too. What the hell is wrong with me!
"Actually, I'm more of a 'hands on' kinda guy, but I wanted to make sure you were alone." Aya met the blue eyes and now it was his turn to blush. "When I saw that guy move in, I'll admit, I was very disappointed."
"Hmph. That guy was uninvited."
"That's good to hear."
They sat there in silence for awhile, Aya's mind reassuring him that everything he was doing was for the mission. That whatever he may do tonight, would ultimately save young people's lives. I'll do whatever it takes to complete this mission successfully.
Aya felt a light caress on his hand and turned to see a pinkie finger lightly tracing his ring finger.
"I'd like to dance with you but…..I haven't been invited."
Aya lifted his ring finger and trapped the pinkie. He turned and openly assessed the man. He appeared to be in his mid 30's, shiny chestnut colored hair that fell to his shoulders, but was currently tied back, blue eyes and a smile that could charm a nun out of her habit. He was definitely good looking, the picture in the mission folder not doing him justice. His build was about the same as Yohji's. This is Yohji. Aya smiled and began to slide out of the booth, pulling the charming club owner with him.
Aya and Ryo melt into the crowd and Aya finds himself in the capable hands of the club owner, their bodies as close as they could get without actually touching. Despite his out of place attire of slacks and a tight t-shirt, Ryo proved he belonged on the dance floor. It was Aya who was mesmerized this time and he allowed Ryo to pull him in tight to whisper in his ear.
"Tell me your name."
Aya pulled back slightly, their bodies still moving together to the rhythm. He met the blue eyes and saw the same dark hunger he saw in Yohji's eyes. He leaned up, his lips hovering over Ryo's.
"Kisho."
The pair danced until both were sweaty and Ryo's hands were beginning to stray. Ryo leaned in to Aya's ear again to talk.
"Let me take you away from here."
Aya turned his head so he was now at Ryo's ear.
"Where?"
"My place."
"How far?"
"Across the bridge. The High Grounds."
"Let's go."
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"Ok guys, get out here! The target has Aya and they're on the move!"
Omi came through the earpiece loud and clear and Yohji looked up from his cigarette just in time to see Aya getting in a car with the target. His stomach lurched and what little calming effect the cigarettes had on him was gone. He waited for them to pull away and then made his way over to the surveillance van.
Ken groaned when he heard Omi's voice in his earpiece. He pulled away from the blonde and offered an apologetic grin and puppy dog eyes.
"I'm sorry. I have to go, my friends are leaving."
"What? Just like that?"
"Here."
Ken leaned in and nibbled on the blonde's ear as he spoke and slipped a card in the waist of her skirt.
"If you want to continue this, call me."
Ken gave the blonde one last deep kiss before pulling away and heading out the door with Yohji yelling in his ear.
"God damn it Ken, get your ass out here now! Ditch the blonde and let's go! That bastard has Aya!"
To be continued….