Chapter 5
Youji stared at a paper. It was odd to him that the death of a Japanese businessman would be in the French news. He and Aya were staying in one of the assassin's safe houses in France. He knew a bit of the language. Enough to know that the French were reporting it as a Yakuza hit. His mom had been questioned, but the police believed that she didn't know anything. He had called to talk to her that night after he and Aya had left.
He had woken her up and told her the basics and apologized for involving her. She had told him it was fine and his father had been the one to start it all, not him. She would be fine and it wasn't as though she had done anything wrong or against the law. This had reassured him. Now he was waiting for Aya to come back. The younger man had gone out to get something. The paper had been delivered to a neighbor and he felt bad for stealing it, but he'd grabbed it on impulse seeing Takatori's face on the front page.
His curiosity satisfied, he set the paper down as Aya walked in. He had a few bags and handed one with clothes in it to Youji then began putting some food in the fridge. The apartment was again a studio that was only occupied by necessities. A couch, table with chair, bed. There were also weapons covering almost every surface. Youji began to wonder if Aya had a relaxed mode.
"Normally I don't need much." Aya explained. "I only chose apartments rather than hotel rooms for the anonymity."
"You can give a fake name at a hotel."
"True, but there are cameras and a lot more human interaction." The assassin replied. "I can come and go as I please from here, with no one the wiser."
"Don't you ever want to just settle down?"
"Sure." Aya shrugged. "All the time. Just never had enough reason to or the desire."
"And now?" Youji stood and walked over to him. The assassin watched him warily.
"I would say that the desire is there, but the reality is-"
"Not impossible." The blonde put his arms around the smaller man. Youji had been attempting to keep his distance because it had only been a few days since Aya had been injured.. He couldn't anymore. His body ached to touch the smaller man's. To hold Aya in his arms.
"I was not going to say impossible." The younger man looked up at him. "I was going to say that the reality is a bit different. Just because I want to stay in one pace with you, does not mean that it would be safe. There are consequences for my past actions and I would prefer if you weren't caught in the crossfire." Youji leaned in and pressed his lips to the redhead's. Aya moaned and put his arms around the blonde's neck as he opened his mouth. The older man delved in with his tongue and was pleasantly surprised when Aya's tongue slipped into his mouth. He was further shocked when the assassin's legs wrapped around his waist. "I have been waiting days for this." Aya whispered.
"You were hurt though." Youji sputtered.
"I thought I already told you that I'm not fragile." The assassin reminded him.
"Yeah, but I don't want to hurt you."
"Cute." Aya smirked. "You won't." He tightened his hold and leaned in. His lips covered Youji's and the older man settled his arms around the tiny waist. It always amazed him how small and weightless the other man was. One did not expect such a man to be dangerous. "Stop underestimating me." Aya murmured against his lips. His mouth became more insistent and Youji couldn't deny him any longer. He carried Aya to the bed and laid him down then covered the younger man with his own body. Aya's hands clutched at his shirt. Youji was desperate to also feel skin on skin so he helped the assassin get their clothes off. "I need you." The redhead's words spurred the older man on. Once they were naked Youji pulled the assassin close and kissed him with everything he had. Aya matched his passion. His arousal pressed into the taller man's stomach.
"Jesus when you make up your mind." He gasped. Aya's response was to put an arm over the side of the bed. It came up with a bottle of lube. His eyes met Youji's as he pressed it into the other man's hand.
"I don't ever do things halfway." He said quietly.
"An all or nothing kind of guy." Youji commented, taking the bottle. "I can handle that." A small smile touched Aya's lips.
"You sure about that?" He asked with some amusement. "You might change your mind."
"Never." Youji kissed him deeply. Whatever this conversation was; he was done with it. He preferred Aya beneath him silently begging him for more. While he had the assassin sufficiently distracted; he coated one hand with lube then eased one finger into Aya. He felt he had been a little rough the last time no matter what the other man thought. Aya went still for a moment then his passion increased. Youji pushed in a second finger and was rewarded by a small moan and Aya gripping his shoulders. Their tongues dueled for dominance as Youji reached for the bottle again. He knew he wasn't going to last very long. Not with how Aya was tonight. It wasn't as though he was usually passive or anything; he was just so intense.
He coated his erection carefully then pulled back his fingers and pushed in slowly. The assassin's head fell back and a groan escaped his lips. It was one of pure pleasure. Youji kissed the exposed throat as he thrust his hips. He felt the other man's grip tighten. Neither had been expecting their relationship to continue nor had they expected the intensity, but both had decided that they wouldn't change a thing. It had only been a few days and yet Youji knew that; could he go back and choose; he would make the same decision again and again.
"Stop thinking." The soft words brought him out of his head and he looked up to see Aya smiling at him...it was more like smirking. The older man pushed his hips forward with a bit more force to wipe that smug look off the assassin's face. Aya's eyes widened a bit and he made a soft sound of surprise. Youji did it again then began to thrust harder and a bit faster. He was rewarded by a deep groan and he knew he wouldn't last more than a few seconds. It was so intense. They came so close together it was hard to tell who hit their climax first.