Chapter Two
Aya stared at the floor listening to the shower. Youji had said he wanted to wash Takatori from his skin and Aya couldn't blame him. The business tycoon was toxic. He had already replaced the car and was now trying to decide if he should take Youji to Russia or back to Germany. His source said that's where the blonde was from. Either place was fine with him. He hadn't been lying to Youji about a home. He really didn't have one.
It didn't bother him as much as it used to. He could remember nights lying awake and thinking about home and his parents. All of that was gone now and there was no use lamenting over that fact. Maybe he should just give Youji some starting money and send him on his way. He could just leave some cash on the bed and skip out, he didn't need more reason for Takatori to come after him. Aya shook his head and dismissed the thought. Reiji would always come after him and forcing Youji to be on his own wouldn't change that fact. The blonde would only be in more danger on his own.
The shower turned off distracting him. When the bathroom door opened only seconds later he looked up at Youji, clad only in a towel, with a question in his eyes. There was a determined look on the blonde's face. "You kill people for money right?"
"I do." Aya said warily as the taller man walked over to him. He stood carefully.
"What if a person has no money? Would you trade in favors?" Youji asked, coming even closer. Aya had a feeling he knew what the older man was offering. He just needed some clarification.
"I'm flattered really, but I will not trade sex for killing Takatori." When Youji's face flushed he knew the blonde had been about to make that very offer. It wasn't the fact that Youji wasn't attractive, he really was, or that he was a man, been there done that. It was more the fact that he didn't want to take advantage of a desperate man. That was Takatori's thing. "Once you are safe I will kill him for free. Lord knows that man needs-" He cut off as Youji's lips crashed into his. A dozen thoughts whizzed through his mind. The first and foremost being 'that feels nice'. The second being 'back away slowly. He's come unhinged'. He quickly grabbed Youji's face and pulled away gasping for air. "I will not take advantage." He whispered. His body ached to kiss the other man senseless. It had been a long time since he had had peaceful, normal contact with another human. He wasn't refusing Youji, he just didn't think the other man was thinking this through.
"Shut up and stop thinking." Youji put his arms around Aya. "I want you." He kissed the smaller man again. Aya broke away again, even though his body was screaming at him to just go with it.
"This is about my saving your life and all that. I get it, but-" Youji's lips found his again and the towel hit the floor.
"I said stop thinking." Youji gripped his shoulders and pulled Aya to one of the beds. "This is what I want." He pushed the assassin down and straddled his waist. "I need this." He whispered in Aya's ear. There was a note in his voice that the redhead couldn't deny. He put his arms around the other man hesitantly. Youji's body molded to his own and those hot insistent lips were on his again. A tongue slipped into his mouth and Youji moaned driving back his hips. Aya deepened the kiss and felt his body arc up into the blonde's. Youji's hands slid up his shirt then he pulled back to push it off. His erection was hard and warm against Aya's stomach. Youji made a small noise of concern and kissed a scar on Aya's shoulder made by a bullet wound from a couple years ago.
"Is this something you really want or do you feel obligated?" Aya panted.
"Shut up." Youji growled reaching down to push off the much smaller man's pants and boxers. A thrill ran through Aya as he realized what was really going in here. In Youji's mind he needed to dominate someone stronger. He might not be aware of it and he had no idea how much stronger he was physically. Aya felt Youji grip his wrists and knew the battle was already lost. His wrists were pinned above his head and he closed his eyes to brace against the pain.
It never came. Instead he felt Youji's mouth on the side of his neck. His eyes flew open and a gasp escaped his lips. The man above him stopped for a moment. Youji gripped both his thin wrists in one hand. It wasn't tight enough to not get out of. It was more of a light hold that was just keeping his hands where Youji wanted them. Aya was surprised when the blonde reached above him to grab a bottle of lotion from the nightstand. This was new.
Youji popped open the bottle and coated his hand. Aya gasped and felt his body arch as a slick finger entered him. The sensation was not unpleasant. He moaned as another finger went in and began stretching him slowly. In moments they found his prostate and began massaging gently. Aya moaned and writhed against the man above him. They were well beyond the point where they could stop. Sure he hadn't exactly tried his hardest. The need for what Youji was offering was just to great, but he had tried.
All thought was driven from his mind as Youji entered him. He threw his head back and bit his lip to hold back the cry on his lips. It didn't hurt the way he had expected and he wasn't prepared for the intense wave of pleasure that washed over him. "That's it." Youji moaned. "Stop thinking and just feel." Aya peered up at him through slightly watery eyes and wondered how the blonde knew. The larger man's grip on his wrists tightened and he began to thrust his hips. The assassin was helpless under the onslaught of heat and desire. Sex had never meant good things to him before, but now...he cried out as a particularly intense wave of pleasure rolled through him. "Stop." Youji growled. His thrusts quickened. He was now hitting that prostate with each movement. Aya broke his wrists free and clutched at the bigger man's shoulders. It was too much...he couldn't even see anymore and he knew his climax was building. It would be intense.
When his release hit him like a ton of bricks he almost screamed. It was difficult to hold it back and he heard Youji cry out. There was a rush of warmth and then the older man collapsed on top of him breathing heavily. Aya was pinned by his weight, but oddly enough felt no fear or unease as was normally his situation. Hell that was pretty much the only time he had enjoyed sex. He moaned as Youji pulled out and rolled off him. "Wow." The blonde gasped. Aya would have agreed if it didn't go against his nature.
A relationship wasn't really in the cards for him. It wasn't because of a weird sense of nobility. He knew his psyche was a bit fragile. Most people in his line of work were damaged somehow. Aya more than most, and he knew it. Even now in the warm after glow of what he had shared with Youji his mind was telling him to run. As far and as fast as he could. If he took what Youji was silently offering there would be consequences. All of them dangerous.
"You have as much fun as me?" The blonde asked, trailing his fingers down Aya's chest. After a long silence the other man sighed. "You know I'm not asking for a commitment here. Just wanted to know if you enjoyed yourself." Aya turned his head to meet those brilliant jade eyes. He could see how vulnerable the older man was in the silence. On impulse the redhead leaned forward and initiated for the first time, in pretty much his whole life, a kiss of his own. Youji grabbed the back of his head and deepened the kiss with his tongue.
"I do know what you are asking and I find myself unable to put my thoughts to words." Aya whispered as he pulled away.
"That speechless huh?" Youji said breathlessly.
"More like too much to say." Aya replied, slipping his arms around Youji's neck. "You're lucky I'm holding back."
"Holding back what per say?" Youji looked down at him warily. For a moment Aya struggled with the language barrier. He was fluent in English, but there were some words he still struggled with. He sighed. Might as well tell the blonde how he was feeling.
"Since I was 16; sex hasn't been an enjoyable act, until now." Youji's eyes widened slightly at the admission, but Aya wasn't done yet. "My mind is telling me to do two things, neither of which would be a good idea. The first thing is to run. I do not handle any kind of relationship well. Not even friendship, which brings me to the next thought."
"Which is?" Youji whispered.
"Take you with me when I run." Aya looked up as he translated in his head. "Yes, that is what-" He quieted as a pair of lips touched his. Youji pulled him close then cupped the back of his head. The assassin moaned, closing his eyes. There was no use fighting the insane attraction running through his mind. He opened his mouth to the blonde's tongue and molded their naked bodies together. He bit back a small cry as Youji pulled him on top and drove into him. The pleasure far outweighed any pain and he felt heat pooling in his groin.
"I like that plan." Youji groaned as his hips moved. Aya clutched the larger man's shoulders and ground his teeth to hold his cries at bay. "I like you." The redhead would have made a snarky comment, but then Youji found his prostate and all thought was wiped from his mind. He even lost control over his own vocal cords and threw his head back with a cry.
Youji aimed his thrusts carefully and soon had Aya practically keening in his arms. He'd wanted this for them almost since he woke up in the small assassin's apartment. It wasn't just because the redhead was insanely hot. Neither was it because he felt some weird obligation. He genuinely liked the quiet man and now that they were in bed together he could see why Takatori wanted the redhead so badly as to follow him for three years. Youji couldn't get those desire darkened violet eyes out of his head and he doubted Aya had ever looked at Takatori that way.
Youji knew he didn't want to be on his own. It wasn't that he was so co-dependent that he needed that Master/Slave relationship. He could make it on his own; just didn't want to. The blonde would much rather have a companion. Aya was perfect really. No ties, street smart, apparently book smart, attractive, and available. Well that last one hadn't ever stopped Youji before.
They both cried out an almost simultaneous climax before collapsing on the bed. Youji put his arms around Aya as he pulled the blankets over them and hoped the man would still be there in the morning. His night was fraught with nightmares. Mostly about Takatori. He woke up with a start.
"I promise they will pass." Aya's arms wrapped around his waist and his head rested on Youji's chest.
"Will they?"
"Eventually you will find something better to replace them with." Aya kissed his chest then lifted his head. "Right now you are still coming to terms with what happened."
"How can a younger guy be so much wiser?" Youji laughed and Aya frowned at him.
"Similar life experience." His words sobered the blonde. "Now go back to sleep." With Aya in his arms it was easy enough to do so. The assassin's heart was a never changing beat that he could fell through his own chest. Youji let it lull him back to sleep.
When he woke the next morning the bed next to him was empty. He almost started to cry when Aya walked through the door putting a cell back in his pocket. Youji got up and put his arms around the redhead. He began to sob into the younger man's shoulder. His words were unintelligible even to him. Youji seriously thought Aya had abandoned him. Slowly the assassin's arms wrapped around the taller man's waist.
"So my source says that for now Takatori has no idea where we are." Aya said as Youji pulled himself together. "You might also be interested to know that your mother is alive and well in Japan." Youji stared at the man in disbelief, but Reiji had told him...he frowned. Why had he believed anything that came out of that man's mouth. "Your father did meet an untimely demise at the hand's of a drunk driver, but even were he alive I doubt you'd want anything to do with him." Youji curled a lip and shook his head. "Right, so here is the course I have decided to take. I will take you to your mother, drop you off-" He held up a finger as Youji opened his mouth to protest. "Let me finish. I will drop you off while I go kill Takatori. Once that is finished I will come back to tell you then you will decide where you want to go. After I kill him you will no longer be in danger."
"What about you? Will you still be in danger?"
"Of course." Aya half grinned. "I chose a dangerous life."
"I want to be with you." Youji blurted. Violet eyes widened slightly then Aya shook his head.
"Once you are safe you might not feel that way." He sighed. "I don't stay in one place for very long and I basically go from one ordeal to the next. It is high stress and not for everyone."
"Won't you be lonely though? You'll just be going from one empty place to another," Youji cocked his head as Aya barked out a laugh.
"I have come to terms." The assassin shrugged. "I have basically been on my own since I was 16. Loneliness is an old friend." Youji grabbed him in a hug.
"You don't have to be alone anymore." He whispered, starting to cry again. This time it wasn't for himself. It was for a man that apparently had no idea how sad his solitary life was. Aya moved away and looked up at him.
"You have no idea what you are trying to sign up for." He held up a hand, palm out. "I have told you more about my past in the last day than I will probably ever share. I do not like to talk about it and rarely, if ever, will be more open to you about it. I am a little OCD and do not deal with emotions well."
"I kind of already figured that last one out." Youji smiled.
"Yes well I also am tenacious. If you come with me I might not want to let go."
"That's fine by me." The blonde said quietly then took the smaller man's wrists and pinned them behind the assassin's back as he moved in for a kiss.