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It's been two weeks since that little scene in Aya's bedroom. Since that time he has done an excellent job of ignoring me. No, not ignoring me, because he still talks to me when needed so I am sure that the other two have no idea what is going on. However, he is doing a damn well good job of making sure we are never alone together. That's why it was quite amusing when Ken asked us if we wanted to go watch his kids play a soccer match.

Okay, the question wasn't amusing rather more like Aya's reaction to it was. It is a silent rule that while Ken asked the question to both Aya and I out of politeness every Thursday we were never ever to say yes. That was his and Omi's time, though the two never came right out and said it, and there was no tangible proof of a relationship, it was just kinda known.

So I stood there, leaning against the long counter top of the flower shop with my arms crossed and I'm sure with a smirk or curl of the lip of some kind watching as Omi's face went so dark with a 'you-better-not' stare that he looked like Lucifer himself. Even this stare didn't stop Aya's gears from turning as he weighed the pros and cons, but really no one could out glare the Ice Queen himself anyway. Ken almost choked on his bottled water when Aya didn't give an immediate 'no thank you' and he looked at me almost in a panic. I just shrugged and turned my eyes back to Aya. He looked almost painful in his thoughts, with his eyes downcast and a slight wrinkle splitting his brow, but finally he looked up and grumbled out some incoherent word that made Omi break his angry face and Ken sigh in relief. With that settled Aya went back to working on an arrangement, though no one would ever buy the damn thing with how he was tossing and shoving flowers into the vase. I went back to the register and Omi and Ken said their good byes and the game of cold shoulder began.

I was a good boy, doing my work for the remaining hour of the work day, counting out the register and clearing and cleaning the counter tops. I didn't try to engage Aya in conversation and he sure didn't try to with me. Though a soccer match is only two hours give or take a few minutes, Omi and Ken wouldn't be back until midnight, or later, so I had plenty of time for conversation…and hopefully other things.

Finally the work day ended, I turned the sign to close as Aya turned off the lights and we both made our way to the kitchen. Aya sat across from me, reading the newspaper and holding it up high so he wouldn't have to see me in his peripheral vision. I sat down with a stretch then asked for the sports section, which Aya promptly tossed at my face.

I chuckled, "Is being alone with me really that awful?"

Aya lowered the paper just enough to glower at me.

"Aw, come on now!" I laughed this time, "If I remember correctly you seemed to enjoy the last time we were together…" I stood up and made my way around to Aya's side of the table.

He gave me a growl then lowered the paper, "Sit down."

I smiled as I ignored him and continued on my path. Once next to him I leaned against the side of the table, crossing my arms with a smirk, my hips close to his cheek, "You are really cute when you are angry," I teased. Aya narrowed his eyes and I chuckled, leaning down to whisper near his ear, "Really, nothing has changed, I'm still me and you're still you. I'm just a little more...friendly now."

Aya looked up at me then, scowling, "Friendly? Friendly?! You have been molesting me!"

"What?" I lifted a brow with a small grin, "You were the one moaning for me."

Before I could get my chuckle out, Aya had thrown the paper down and had attacked me. Twisting my arm behind my back and slamming my torso onto the table top a firm grip to the back of my neck. He leaned over me and hissed in my ear, "Leave me be!" he raked his hand up and fisted my hair, lifting my head then smashed it onto the table for a second time.

That pissed me off and I found myself fighting back. I was up, spinning and gritting my teeth against the pain of working my arm back to the front of my body. I pinned Aya to the wall, pushing him into it just as roughly; my left forearm across his chest and my right hand pinning his wrist to the side of him. The action lowered my stance so I was looking up at him and I just knew that angle made my emerald eyes look even more menacing and hard lined.

I growled at him, my voice low, but full of venom, "Where the hell was all that strength when I was 'molesting' you?!" then before he could answer I was crushing my lips to his. He started an immediate struggle, pushing at my shoulder and neck. I grabbed his wrist and threw his arm down and now both were pressed into the wall behind him and he grunted against my mouth. I continued to kiss him, though I wasn't stupid enough to put my tongue between his lips, Aya was just heated enough to bite it off. Finally I pulled away, panting some, and looked at him, still annoyed and angry that he lashed out at me. He had his eyes narrowed and his lips were tinged red and moist from my mouth.

I held the stare for some time, my brow still furrowed, but I had softened my gaze. I didn't want to fight with him; I wanted to hold him and kiss him and hear him moan again. As I held on to him I loosened my grip, trying to show him that at heart I meant no harm and my emotions must have seeped out through my fingertips. For I felt Aya twist his wrist and watched as Aya's features slowly softened and his breathing quickened as my attraction was finally becoming clear to him. I allowed my hard edge to fall further until I was looking at him with a pleased and slightly lustful gaze. He parted his lips and his breath washed over me and it made me shiver despite its warmth.

I tilted my head then, my lips parting slowly as I leaned forward, still a bit wary as I kept my eyes on him. Aya looked a little unsure, maybe even a bit scared and that only made me fall deeper for him. I started to stroke his small wrist with my thumbs as my lips touched his. This kiss was gentle, working his lips and tasting his flesh with a languid caress of my tongue. This time I did enter his mouth, my tongue pushing through the line of his supple lips gently. Aya sighed and lifting his tongue he touched mine tentatively a small act that forced a pleasurable moan from me. This was a nice kiss. I loved how soft he was, how hot his mouth was and the little sounds he would make (which I am sure were against his will). He was skilled, the way his tongue moved with mine, it was clear that he had kissed before and I vaguely wondered with whom and when, but my thoughts were interrupted when Aya lifted his head and pressed our lips even harder together. Excitement raced through me, heating my blood and building my arousal. I moaned as my right hand stroked up his arm and my left slid over to his abdomen. My fingers crept up his damned orange sweater and I placed my palm flat on his belly, feeling the muscle beneath the smooth skin. My right hand had now made it up to his neck and I caressed it gently as my tongue continued to dance in his mouth. I broke the kiss with a moan and licked my lips as I looked at him.

Aya's beautiful violets were unguarded for once and I could see the desire swimming in the depths of them. Still though he whispered, "We can't," this from the man who willingly deepened the kiss.

I tilted my head slightly a brow rising as my hand slid higher under his sweater, "Why? Give me a viable reason…" I touched his sensitive nipple and he sucked in a breath, clenching his jaw to stay a moan I'm sure, "Aya you tell me what would be wrong with this?" my thumb and forefinger pulled at the pink nub as I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "This every day. Sweet kisses…soft touches…" I licked up the shell, nipping the top once I reached it.

Aya graced me with moan, so lovely when they come from low in his throat like that. He whispered, "Stop just…stop."

He almost pleaded and it took me aback. I pulled away and looked at him with furrowed brows, "But you clearly like it…" I was actually confused, but my fingers continued to pleasure the hard nipple as it strained into my touch.

Aya frowned then, "My body does, that doesn't mean I do," he used his left hand to reach across his body and pull my arm out from under his sweater. When he spoke again his tone was harsh, "I don't want to be lumped into the list of people who have slept with Yohji Kudou. I prefer to remain one of the few who haven't."

Okay that stung. My eyes went wide and I took a big step away from him. Did he really see me that way? Just some slut that ran through as many bodies as I could? Is that what he thought this was? Just another notch in the belt, another checkmark in my little black book?

I let out a shaky sigh, then without another word I turned and left the kitchen. I made it to the middle of the stairs when I heard Aya's call for me to wait. I stopped walking then after the time it took to stay my features I turned to face him. He was looking up at me his hand on the banister.

"What?" I asked suddenly exhausted.

"Tell me I'm wrong," Aya spoke on the defense, like I had no right to be hurt from his earlier statement.

I just stared at him, wide eyed and shocked by his audacity. I slowly walked back down the stairs until I was standing right in front of him. I looked him in the eye, my countenance oozing seriousness then I spoke:

"You. Are. Wrong."

He stepped back shaking his head slightly, "I'm in my room every night, but I know you go out. I don't respond, but I can hear you when you are bragging over breakfast to Ken. How am I wrong?!" he challenged.

I actually chuckled, "Fine, then if I can't change your mind why did you ask?" I slid my hand around his waist, "Why is it so important to you?" I smiled, "Aya I think you are beautiful, I like touching you, isn't that good enough?"
Aya's eyes flashed then and I actually let him go when I saw the emotion flaring within the depths of his violets. They were suddenly angry, with a hint of accusation and maybe if I dared say a little pain. I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by a tone so dark that it made me step back, "Of course that isn't good enough! It never is and never will be good enough!"

I didn't know how to respond to that outburst. I just looked at him wide eyed, but when I reached out to touch him he just slapped my hand away then stormed up the stairs. What the hell just happened? Though my words triggered a response that reaction was due to something else. Is my attraction bringing up memories Aya rather not have? I suddenly remembered the kiss and Aya's skill level with it…but he seemed so new at being hit on before. In his room he seemed almost naïve…unless I read him wrong, maybe it was more like surprise that something like this was happening again. I furrowed my brow in thought. That had to be it. He just had a bad experience with a date or something in the past. This I could deal with, it was all a matter of getting him to understand that I am not like whom ever it was that hurt him. I smiled, proud of my deduction then raced up the stairs, if I was careful with my words, I could fix this right now!

I didn't knock, I just threw open the door and I heard Aya sigh before he lowered the book he was reading and looked up at me annoyed. He had his legs crossed, sitting in a small armchair. He crossed his hands over his lap and raised his brows as if saying 'well?'

"Listen Aya, I don't know who it was that made you so untrustworthy when it comes to relationships, but I'm not that person, I won't ever-"

"Shut up," Aya grumbled, "I have never been in a relationship before," he glared up at me, "This has everything to do with you and me."

Huh? I didn't get it…my deductions are, for the most part, always flawless. So if it wasn't about someone else then…what the hell do I do now?! "Just you and me?"
"Yes. Now leave," Aya spoke flatly.

I sighed, "I'll admit I'm confused..." Aya's brow rose, but as a whole it was clear he didn't care, "It sounded like…I mean…you kiss like a pro."

Aya actually smirked, "I said I was never in a relationship, not that I have never been kissed."

"Umm," okay that took me aback, "Okay then…why can't we just do this? Why can't we just…" I slid a bit closer to his chair and waggled my eyebrows, "just have a little fun?"

Aya sighed, more than frustrated with me now, "Get out."

Instead I sat on the arm of his chair, daring to push a little more, "Aya…don't be this way…" he turned his head to glare at me and I reached out and stroked the side of his face, he averted his eyes with a soft growl. For some reason that made me mad, "Why are you so damn cold all the time! Here I am trying! Trying to get close to you and all you do is huff and puff-"

"And blow your house down," Aya looked at me again with narrowed eyes, "I get it. Now go."

"No you don't get it!" I looked down at him with narrowed eyes of my own, "Because I would be damn happy if you were to blow anything of mine!"

Aya's eyes went wide at that then he spat out, "I'm through! Get out now!" he stood and grabbed my wrist and jerked me rather hard and I stumbled off of the chair. I regained my footing and reached out and grabbed his wrist. So we stood there staring at one another, holding each other's wrist, both with angry faces. This was all so high school, really it was.

I sighed then pulled Aya close, he didn't resist so I whispered softly, "Why are we doing this? Fighting over something that feels so good?"

Aya looked away, "I don't want to feel good…"

"That's a lie," I smiled.

"You're right…" Aya turned his head up and looked at me pointedly, "I don't want to feel good with you."