Disclaimer: see chapter 1.

Breaking Free

Chapter 9

As Aya made his way down the hallway heading towards his room, he passed Yohji's room where the door was wide open. He stopped. He stood in the doorway and stared at the bed, remembering every kiss, every caress, every moan. Damn you, Yohji. Aya walked into the room and went over to the bed, running his hands over the covers. He cursed himself for being stupid enough to ever let Yohji touch him.

Suddenly he growled and turned away, heading straight for the closet. He pulled out a dark green shirt and a pair of black leather pants amid the chaos of Yohji's closet and fled to his own room for shoes and keys. I don't need Yohji. I can feel that way without him.

Aya left the Koneko and headed for the club formerly owned by Ryo. He sped through the city streets and it didn't take him long to reach his destination. He entered the club and let the pulsating rhythm draw him in and he willingly surrendered to its trance.

I want that feeling again. I want to feel alive again. Like that night. Aya danced, moving his body to the music, drowning in the flashing lights and the sea of warm bodies all around. I want to feel that pleasure again….Oh gods, help me. I want….him….to make me feel again.

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Yohji walked into the club and began to scan the crowd. He figured if Aya came here, he would probably be on the dance floor by now so he slid into the sea of bodies and expertly made his way through the dancing throng looking for the telltale crimson tresses.

After several minutes of searching he was beginning to think his mission hopeless when he heard a familiar growl to his right. He turned to see Aya standing over a clearly shocked man, his fists clenched at his sides and his eyes clearly stating the danger the stranger was in if he dared to get up. Yohji made his way over to Aya but the redhead saw him and started to walk away.

Yohji wasn't sure he was going to be able to catch Aya but luck was on his side as a guy grabbed Aya's arm and pulled him in to dance. He could tell Aya had been taken off guard because the guy's arm wasn't instantly snapped for making such a bold move on the assassin. This gave Yohji the time he needed to catch up to Aya and the man who obviously was too drunk to understand what kind of danger he was in.

"Excuse me, but do you mind if I take my boyfriend back now?"

The man's grip loosened from around Aya's waist and he used the opportunity to slip from his arms completely. The stranger just looked at Yohji rather indignantly.

"Your boyfriend? You should know better than to let something that looks like that roam around free. He's dancing with me right now. You'll have to wait your turn."

Yohji couldn't really argue with the man's logic. He'd picked up many a boyfriend or girlfriend who had been left "unprotected". But he was damned if he was going to let anyone steal Aya from him.

"Let's be fair. Why don't we just ask him?"

They both turned to face Aya who had just started to regain his senses and slip from the confrontation. Now he was the center of attention. Something he truly hated.

"Well? Who's it going to be, Red? Me or the blonde?"

Aya looked from one man to the other, his mind reeling from the surreal situation. Am I seriously being asked to choose between these two? He obviously didn't want some strange guy who really wasn't all that attractive in his eyes, but to go with Yohji would be humiliating. He didn't need Yohji to rescue him.

He thought about what had happened to him since he'd gotten here. It seemed that the last time he was here was a fluke. Once he stepped onto the dance floor, he had people coming up to him, wanting to dance with him. Some of them he danced with, but every one eventually tried to take the dancing further than he wanted and he left them behind. The last guy got punched because he had the nerve to try and slip his hands down the front of Aya's pants as he grabbed him from behind.

And the whole time on the dance floor, whether he was dancing with somebody or alone, he could think of only one thing. Yohji. He wanted to dance with Yohji. He wanted to feel those hands on his body again. He wanted to smell the combination of spicy cologne tinged with cigarettes and sweat as they danced close. He wanted to feel the warm, lean body pressed against his own. He wanted those lips to….

Aya gazed at Yohji as if in a trance and Yohji was getting a little worried as Aya began to slowly approach him. His body instinctively tensed as Aya reached a hand out and pulled Yohji to him with a firm hand on the back of his neck. Aya kissed him hard, with no concern for anyone else around them. His tongue delved right into the blonde's mouth and he moaned as Yohji didn't hesitate to respond in an equally passionate manner.

Yohji wrapped his arms around Aya and held him tight. He didn't know if Aya was just acting or if he truly meant the kiss but right then and there it didn't matter. The object of his desire and obsession was in his arms and he was going to take full advantage. All those weeks of tension and of waking up with painful erections at the mere thought of the redhead had taken its toll.

"Dance with me."

Jade eyes tried to decipher the meaning behind the invitation but Aya was too damn good. He felt Aya's fingers playing with his hair and he closed his eyes, distracted by the surprisingly wonderful sensation.

"Dance with me, Yohji."

Yohji opened his eyes and just nodded. They began to dance, their bodies never losing contact. Yohji watched Aya slowly relax and let himself go, falling prey to the driving beat. He cautiously let his hands come to rest on the redhead's hips and he guided Aya to his rhythm. Aya didn't put up the slightest protest.

"Aya…." Amethyst eyes slowly opened and focused on him, causing his heart to skip a beat. "I'm….I'm sorry. I should have never….I mean, that night….." Yohji saw the change in Aya immediately. The amethyst eyes hardened and in a panic, he hugged Aya to him, burying his face in the crimson locks against his neck. He just muttered whatever was in his head, not caring how stupid he sounded. He just wanted to get it out. Maybe if he told Aya everything, then he would be free of the torment. Aya could hit him, tell him he was being ridiculous and he could start to get back to normal.

"I should have never kissed you…..I'm sorry…..I know you didn't want me but I couldn't help myself. You were so fucking beautiful and…..I don't know why I was jealous…..but the thought of him, or anyone touching you….oh gods I'm such a hypocrite…..the next day, I should have known what to expect…..but I couldn't help myself….I got angry at you….I didn't want to be your one-night stand…..I'm sorry….just tell me to go to hell….."

"I thought…..I wasn't a one-night stand to you? But the next morning…?"

"You ignored me……you wouldn't even look at me. Aya…." Yohji floundered trying to find the right words. He'd never had trouble expressing his feelings before but for some reason, Aya was proving to be a challenge to him.

"Shut up, Yohji."

Aya closed his eyes and squeezed Yohji a little tighter. He couldn't believe that all these weeks of torture and anger were the result of a misunderstanding. He had to clear this up now. No more holding back and trying to guess. He would lay everything on the line and hope that Yohji didn't laugh in his face.

"I…..need you, Yohji. I thought I didn't need anyone. But then…..you stupid sonofabitch…..you kissed me. I tried to ignore it. And you. But the more I ignored it, the worse it got and now…."

Yohji pulled back to look at the redhead in utter shock. Was he hearing right? Did Aya just confess to wanting him? "But you said 'only for tonight'."

"Is that what you want?" Aya started to pull out of Yohji's grasp but the blonde yanked him back roughly and kissed him.

"I want you, Aya. I want to kiss you and hold you and slowly undress you and taste you and listen to you scream my na---"

Aya kissed Yohji and they stood there for several minutes just kissing and pawing at each other. Finally Aya broke the kiss and spoke against Yohji's kiss swollen lips. "Then let's get out of here."

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Two months. It had been two months since that night and Omi still wasn't sure what the hell had happened. But that was ok because his teammates were together and happy. Very happy. Omi typed away, completing the latest mission report. It was getting late and as he typed he heard Yohji and Aya upstairs arguing. He thought back to that fateful night and smiled.

Flashback

Omi's eyes flew open and he sat up, instinctively grabbing the darts he kept stashed under his pillow. He listened to the noises coming from downstairs, trying to determine the source and direction.

He slowly and silently crept from his bed and opened his door a crack to confirm his suspicions. The noise was from two people, maybe three, and they were heading upstairs. He quickly slipped into Ken's room to wake the man.

"Ken! Wake up! There are intruders in the house and they're headed this way!"

Omi was surprised at how quickly Ken became alert and battle ready. Soon the two were poised behind Ken's bedroom door, ready to spring an attack at just the right moment. They listened as the intruders headed up the stairs.

Omi thought it rather odd that intruders into an assassins' house would be so loud. Very unprofessional. And how did they get past the security system? Something about the situation wasn't sitting right with Omi.

Suddenly hushed whispers could be heard from the hallway and Omi and Ken tensed. Omi strained to hear the conversation but he was only catching random words. "….lips….can't wait….no running away……shut up…..shower…..I like it dirty….."

Realization set in on Omi two seconds too late. Ken threw the bedroom door wide and leapt out into the hallway, bugnuks raised for a strike.

"Ken, no!"

Omi didn't see what happened. In a rare moment of panic he closed his eyes and remained frozen in place. He heard Ken cry out followed by Yohji yelling and a loud thump. Silence reigned for a few moments and then it was chaos.

Omi peeked out of the room to see a very embarrassed Ken trying to pull his bugnuks out of the wall where they were firmly embedded while Yohji and Aya yelled at him. The youngest assassin just stood there and smiled.

"And what are you smiling at, chibi?"

Omi blinked a few times and saw all three staring at him.

"Oh, uh, well…..It's nice to see you and Aya getting along again."

Yohji smiled and Aya managed to blush while still keeping his scowl in place. Ken just looked from Omi to his teammates and back again, his confusion obvious.

End Flashback

That was the night Yohji and Aya found each other and ever since then things have been much happier around the Koneko, if not livelier and louder. There was no doubt in Omi's mind that Yohji and Aya cared for each other. But they still butted heads on occasion and would end up having shouting matches which would ultimately lead to bouts of equally loud make-up sex.

As if on cue, Omi's eyes lifted skyward at the noise that had started up only seconds ago, replacing the yelling. Omi heard Aya cry out Yohji's name and he couldn't help but blush.

Oh well, at least they're not killing each other. A loud thump, then another cry, this time angry and heated, suddenly made Omi rethink his thought. Or maybe not…… The youngest assassin shrugged his shoulders and continued typing, content to know that his teammates were happy, no matter what they were doing to each other.

The End.