Disclaimer: see chapter 1.

It's a bit of a long one people. But it should prove to be very……interesting.

Breaking Free

Chapter 5

Once the Weiss boys reached the Koneko, they piled out of the van, took care of their respective equipment and quietly dispersed within the personal quarters. Ken and Omi went upstairs to their rooms, wanting to avoid whatever confrontation they knew was coming between Aya and Yohji.

Aya started to make his way upstairs to his bedroom as well but was stopped by Yohji's voice.

"What the hell do you think you were doing tonight?"

"My job."

"Bullshit."

"Look! I did what needed to be done. I attracted the target's attention, got him isolated, and took care of him."

"You made out with him in the car! We all heard it!"

Amethyst eyes went wide. He hadn't thought Omi would allow the others to listen in on his feed. It was bad enough that Omi heard, but knowing that Yohji knew what he did…..He swallowed hard and fought to restore his scowl.

"It was just a mission."

"You're not that good of an actor, Aya."

Without thinking, Aya sent a fist at Yohji. But the taller assassin was expecting it this time and he easily dodged the shot.

"You bastard! You're just jealous that I got his attention and not you! For once you weren't the center of someone's desire. I was. And I bet that just kills you."

Yohji shoved Aya up against the wall, their faces an inch apart.

"You're right, Aya. It does kill me. But not for the reasons you think."

They stayed there against the wall pressed together, just staring at each other. Finally, Yohji growled and pushed off Aya and headed for the kitchen, running his hands through his hair.

"I need a drink."

Aya stood there, his mind working overtime trying to figure out the night's events. Especially Yohji's last comment. The only thing he was sure of was Ryo was dead. Aya closed his eyes and played the scene back in his mind. They'd started making out on the sofa, Aya skillfully deflecting Ryo's attempts at removing his pants. He'd easily taken Aya's shirt and arm cuff off, but Aya distracted Ryo by starting to remove his clothing. First the shirt, which revealed a toned, but not quite 'cut' abdomen and chest. Aya ran his hands down the warm flesh, his mouth working its way down Ryo's neck and chest. The further away I am, the longer I keep my pants on and the knife hidden. Once I'm on my knees, I can---

Ryo reached down and found Aya's ponytail. He pulled on it, forcing Aya to look up at him from his lowered position on his stomach. Aya stayed as submissive as possible as blue eyes gazed hungrily at him. Ryo's free hand caressed Aya's cheek, then his fingers lightly played over his slightly parted lips.

Aya took his cue and his tongue slipped out to taste Ryo's fingers. Then he opened his mouth just enough to allow the two fingers in, his tongue now massaging them as he sucked them in. He started to close his eyes, unable to hold onto the illusion of being with someone else while having those blue eyes eat him alive.

"Look at me."

Aya hesitantly obeyed, holding Ryo's gaze as he sucked on his fingers. Meanwhile, ever so slowly, he was reaching down for his knife. I'm going to kill you, Ryo. I'm going to take my knife and plunge it into your heart and this whole bizarre evening will come to an end.

Aya had the knife in his hand. He needed to get Ryo's hand out of his hair.

"Let me go, Ryo." Aya let his free hand move to the man's erection, applying enough pressure to elicit a small moan. "I want more than just your fingers in my mouth."

Ryo let go of Aya's hair and allowed Aya to move further down his body. He sat there and watched Aya intently. How am I going to bring the knife up and stab him if he's watching every move I make?

"You're so fucking beautiful, Kisho."

Aya placed his knife on the floor next to him and offered a wicked grin as he unzipped and pulled down Ryo's pants, kissing and nipping along his inner thighs. Ryo moaned again and thrust his hips up slightly. Aya began to remove Ryo's boxers, his mind fighting to keep him calm. This is a mission. This is a mission. I just need to distract him long enough to kill him. But how far will I have to go? I can't have sex with him. I can't. Oh gods Yohji….you were right.

As Aya looked up from removing Ryo's boxers, he saw the blue eyes locked on him beginning to glaze over. Aya smiled and saw his opportunity. He grabbed the knife, pushed himself up and gave Ryo a long, deep kiss.

"Do you want me, Ryo?"

"Oh gods yes, Kisho. In the worst way."

"Do you want me to be your slave?"

"What?"

Aya pulled back and thrust his knife into Ryo's chest, piercing his heart. The lustful blue eyes were suddenly wide and quickly becoming dull and lifeless.

"Ki…sho…"

"Die you sick bastard."

Ryo weakly clutched at Aya's pants, but he soon gave up and his head fell to the side, eyes wide open staring into oblivion. Once Aya was satisfied that Ryo was dead, he removed the blade and stood up to retrieve his shirt and armband. He used Ryo's shirt to wipe the blood off his chest and hand and then calmly walked out of the house.

Aya sighed and opened his eyes to the darkened room, leaving the rest of tonight's memories behind. What the hell came over me tonight? What was I trying to prove? And who was I trying to prove it to? Myself or Yohji? He made his way to the kitchen to make some tea. I need something to help me calm down and sleep. Thank goodness tomorrow is Sunday.

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Just as Aya turned the corner to enter the kitchen, he realized someone was sitting at the table in the dark. Yohji. He didn't acknowledge his fellow assassin as he entered the room. Damn it. What's he still doing up? Yohji was in his usual position at the table, legs sprawled out for anyone to trip over.

Yohji watched with keen eyes as Aya entered the kitchen and began to prepare some tea. Why isn't he turning on the lights? I know he knows I'm here. He's probably still pissed with me. Well I don't care. He's got some answering to do for what he did tonight.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?"

Aya listened to the question that sounded like an accusation. He didn't bother to turn and face Yohji, he just continued to prepare his tea.

"It's not hard. Listen to the music, watch everyone else, and just…..move."

Yohji's only response was to scoff as he made to light a cigarette. At the sound of the lighter, Aya whirled around to grab the cigarette from the assassin's mouth.

"No smoking in the kitchen, Kudoh!"

But Yohji was ready for him, grabbing his wrist. He smirked around the unlit cigarette as his eyes raked over Aya.

"I could say the same for you, Aya."

Yohji was rewarded with a strangled gasp from Aya who quickly pulled away and returned to making tea. Yohji didn't light the cigarette. He just kept it in his mouth as a taunting promise.

"Well I must say, the look suits you. Not sure about the hair though. I like the fiery red. It matches your personality."

"Hmph." Aya sat down at the table and stared down at his steaming cup of tea. He was thankful for the darkness. He could hide his blush at Yohji's comment.

"What made you do it?"

The assassin shrugged as he cooled his tea by blowing on it. Yohji watched Aya's lips part slightly and blow. He unknowingly licked his lips, once again unsolicited thoughts of Aya and his many hidden talents started to flood his mind. Thankfully, the deep voice of the assassin broke the trance.

"Like you said, I'm not the type. So I decided to be someone….different." Aya looked up, expecting to see a smirking Yohji. Instead he found the blonde just….staring at him. He looked confused, like he'd never seen Aya before. "Yohji?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I guess I just don't understand why you'd want to be someone different."

Really? Aya thought Yohji of all people would appreciate his reasoning of wanting to be someone else. Of wanting to lose himself, even for just a little bit. Aya took a tentative sip of his tea and returned his gaze back to his cup.

"Dancing in that club, with the mindset that no one knew me, or expected certain things from me……it felt good."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Aya sighed and took another sip of tea. "But then he showed up." Yohji's brows furrowed with Aya's at the mention of their target. "I….I can't believe I did those things. I…I kept telling myself it was for the mission, and that it would spare so many others …" Aya involuntarily shuddered as he stood up and went over to the counter to dump out his tea. He suddenly didn't like the taste of it anymore. "I just pretended I wasn't me. I just pretended…." Aya clenched his fists and took a slow, calming, deep breath. ….that he was you.

"I see."

Yohji gets up and walks over to Aya whose back is turned to him. He's standing at the counter, head hanging down and hands braced on the counter's edge.

Yohji swallowed hard before he spoke, still uncertain of why he was daring to make a move on Aya. "What about with someone you know?"

Aya's head shot up but he didn't turn around. He could feel how close Yohji was and once again he felt that jolt in his chest.

Yohji gently brushed aside Aya's hair from his neck. He risked leaning in and letting his lips brush against the warm exposed skin as he spoke. "What if you were doing those things with someone you know? Someone who knows you're more than just a hot piece of ass."

Aya shivered at the light contact and allowed himself to be turned around by the older assassin. He was trapped between Yohji and the counter, and kept his head lowered. But the other assassin was insistent. A finger under his chin guided his face upwards and he was forced to look into those jade eyes. Yohji….Aya saw that hungry look in Yohji's eyes. The same look he saw at the club that he couldn't hold. It told him too much. Made him feel too much.

Yohji saw something in Aya's eyes that he couldn't identify. Fear? Apprehension? Confusion?

"Well, Aya? Would you need to pretend?" Yohji's voice was soft in the darkness, a caress all its own. Aya closed his eyes against the assault of Yohji's very presence. "Would you pretend with me?"

Yohji licks his lips as he leans in, his hands coming up and brushing the ebony locks behind Aya's ears as he cupped the assassin's face. Hesitant lips brushed against quivering lips, with the only sound in the dark room being the sharp intake of air at the small electric touch.

Aya just stood there, unable to move or say anything. Ever since their confrontation in Yohji's bedroom earlier that night, the assassin had been on his mind. At first he was trying to prove Yohji wrong. He could guess that it was his stupid pride driving him to such insanity to begin with. But as the night wore on, he found he liked certain aspects of this new persona. He liked the abandon of dancing in the club full of people who didn't know him. He felt free moving to the pulsating beat, his body becoming sweaty, relaxed and yet energized at the same time. What he didn't understand was why he liked dancing with Yohji so much. Or why he enjoyed Ryo's attention. And touch. And kisses.

"Yohji….why are you doing this?"

Yohji's chuckle was deep and throaty and he rested his forehead against Aya's.

"I honestly don't know, Aya. It's the craziest thing."

"This isn't me."

"Then what is, Aya?"

"I….I don't know."

"Then let me help you find out."

Yohji kissed Aya before the man could protest. It was a soft, hesitant kiss and Yohji fought every urge in his body and kept things moving slowly. He tastes so good. And he's warm. I always expected Aya to feel cold for some reason.

Aya thought he was going to lose his mind. His body immediately reacted to Yohji and it irritated him. It's just a physical attraction. Nothing more. Yohji began to press the kiss further, and Aya felt his tongue gliding along his upper, then lower lip, and Aya couldn't deny it access. Suddenly Yohji's tongue was massaging his own and he could taste the beer Yohji had been drinking only moments ago.

Aya moved his hands up to Yohji's chest, ready to push the other assassin away and run upstairs to his room. But when his palms made contact with the firm chest he lost all train of thought. He clutched at Yohji's shirt and made a small whimpering noise.

When Yohji heard the little noise that Aya had obviously fought to squash, it blew away all his self control. He wrapped his arms around Aya and the kiss became hungry, desperate. He felt Aya pulling at his shirt and before he knew it the former redhead had pulled it over his head and let it drop to the floor. As Yohji's lips traveled down Aya's neck, he encountered the collar. Yohji let out a small growl. Wanting more flesh to kiss and taste, Yohji quickly removed Aya's shirt and let his mouth indulge in the salty sweet skin of Aya's chest and, once on his knees, the assassin's abdomen. He let his tongue swirl around Aya's belly button as he made quick work of the button and zipper on the crimson pants.

"Yoh….ji….oh….no…not here….ah…"

Yohji had already removed Aya's pants and was delighted to find he was wearing nothing else. He was kissing the toned thighs and making his way to Aya's erection when he heard the other man's strangled words.

Yohji stood up, kissed Aya deeply and dragged him down to the kitchen floor, speaking against the crushed lips.

"Yes….right here…..now…."

Aya was on his back, about to protest when his cock was enveloped into a warm, wet mouth. He arched his back and clenched his fists as he moaned loudly, not caring who heard.

In a much practiced situation, Yohji's mouth tantalized Aya's cock while his hands were busy removing his own pants, making sure to retrieve the small packet of lube he always kept with him. Pretty soon he had Aya squirming and moaning on the kitchen floor as he sucked his cock and used his lubed fingers to prepare him.

As he positioned himself above Aya, the tip of his cock pushed at the tight opening and a thought suddenly occurred to him. If this is Aya's first time, I don't want it to be on the kitchen floor. He reached out and caressed Aya's cheek, making the man focus on him.

"Aya…Aya….tell me….is this your first time?"

Aya's amethyst eyes sparkled in the dim light as he brought Yohji's palm to his lips and nipped it. Then he began to suck on his middle finger, his eyes never leaving the jade gems hovering above him.

Yohji watched in fascination. Is this Aya? Or is he pretending again? He saw what the amethyst eyes were saying. No, they were screaming. So Yohji slowly pushed his way in, and any worries he had about Aya or what they were doing disappeared.

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Aya lay there, trying to break free of the haziness in his mind. His body and eyes felt heavy but he was trying to concentrate on his surroundings. He could feel and hear Yohji's steady heartbeat from his position on the assassin's chest. What have I done? I let Yohji….no, I wanted Yohji….how could I let my first time be on the kitchen floor with him!

Suddenly, both assassins tensed at a noise coming from the hallway, their post coital trance broken. Bracing themselves for the horrified expression of Ken or Omi, they were grateful when the Koneko's orange tabby made an appearance and both visibly relaxed.

Aya pushed himself off Yohji into a sitting position looking around for his clothes. As soon as he spied the leather pants he got up and retrieved them, pulling them up, but not bothering to fasten them. He grabbed his shirt and started to leave the kitchen.

"Aya."

He froze, and turned his head just enough for Yohji to catch a profile.

The lanky assassin got up, not bothering to find his clothes and walked over to Aya, wrapping his arms around the man's waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Let me get my clothes and I'll meet you in my room." He kissed Aya on the cheek and nuzzled his neck, still amazed at how thoroughly….intoxicating….Aya was. Why do I still want to be with him? Any other time I would be jonsing for a cigarette and my bed all to myself.

"I'm going to shower then go to bed."

"Then I'll join you."

Aya was about to protest when Yohji turned him around and kissed him deeply, pushing him against the doorframe with just the force behind his lips. Yohji broke the kiss and pulled back to get Aya's answer. The assassin's voice was husky and Yohji smiled.

"Fine. Get your clothes."

Aya made his way upstairs as quietly as his training had taught him to do, soon followed by Yohji. When Yohji closed the bathroom door he locked it just in case a sleepy Omi or Ken didn't notice the running water.

Aya got in the shower and started to wash his hair.

"Hey, slow down. This isn't a race."

Yohji guided Aya's hands down to his sides and began to massage the assassin's scalp. He could tell Aya was instantly soothed by having his hair washed, but was surprised that he leaned against the wall with a groan. As Yohji took the shower head from its holder and brought it down to rinse Aya's hair, he was happy to see grey soapsuds washing down the drain, leaving the familiar, and much preferred crimson tresses.

Once Aya's hair was clean, Yohji grabbed the washcloth and began to slowly and gently wash Aya's body. Everything had happened so quickly in the kitchen, he hadn't really appreciated Aya's body as it should have been, so Yohji decided to make up for it now. As he washed his fellow assassin, he noticed little things like a scar that ran along his rib cage on the left side, and a beauty mark behind his knee.

"You are so beautiful, Aya."

Aya decided to ignore the comment and the way it made him feel. He was tired and quickly regretting letting Yohji wash him. For one thing, it felt so good that the thought of washing himself seemed course at best. And because it felt so good and maybe even because it was Yohji making him feel this good, Aya could feel his body reacting to the attention. But I'm so tired. How could my body possibly want more?

Yohji smiled as he rinsed Aya's body and watched as the man squirmed in pleasurable tension. He replaced the showerhead and proceeded to wash himself, figuring Aya would never wash him even if he wasn't so tired and preoccupied.

As Yohji washed his hair, he felt two slippery hands swirl a pattern on his chest, then make their way down to his abdomen. With the last of the shampoo rinsed out, he took a step out of the water and opened his eyes to see Aya on his knees, using only his soapy hands to wash Yohji's body. The sight took his breath away and he just stood there in awed fascination.

Aya's soapy hands moved upwards and smoothed over Yohji's erection and continued on up until he was standing, facing Yohji's awe struck green eyes. Aya kept his face a mask as he brought his hands up and washed Yohji's neck then reached up and gently fingered his ears clean and then leaned in for a kiss. He found that once he started to wash Yohji, he wasn't so tired anymore. He marveled at the toned flesh beneath his hands. He had no idea what he was doing, only that it felt good and he wanted it.

Yohji dragged them under the running water to rinse himself off. He reached a hand back and turned the water off, all the while reveling in the taste and feel of Aya's tongue and lips. They stood in the shower for a few more moments before finally breaking the kiss to breathe.

"This is dangerous."

Yohji smiled and his eyes glinted at the redhead. "Which part?"

Aya didn't pay him any attention. He got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and left the bathroom without another word. That son-of-a-bitch. Yohji grumbled under his breath as he yanked the towel off the rack and stomped towards his bedroom. He thought of going to Aya's room and bitching the man out for being such a tease, but it was late and he knew it would end badly. Besides, I guess technically he's not a tease since we screwed on the kitchen floor. But still!

He opened his door and stopped in the doorway when his eyes fell upon Aya, lying in his bed, looking at him expectantly. Yohji knew better than to say anything. He closed the door, threw the towel carelessly on the floor and got into bed, immediately burying the redhead under him.

As Yohji trailed kisses and playful nips down Aya's neck, he heard the deep voice struggle to sound confident.

"Just tonight."

Yohji pushed up and looked down at the amethyst eyes which were leaving no room for arguments. Yohji had never argued such logic when it came to sex. As a matter of fact, it was his policy. But with Aya…..he hadn't approached this as a one-time, get-it-while-you-can deal. He thought the closed off redhead was finally opening up, proving he was human and had needs and desires. He thought this was the real Aya, no pretending. He thought……….

"Yohji."

The deep command brought him out of his thoughts and he found Aya looking up at him with something akin to impatience. He's not here for me. He's here for….himself? Yohji swallowed hard at the realization and leaned down to kiss Aya trying to banish the hurt he suddenly felt.

To be continued……