Yohji is sat behind the counter in the flower shop, a magazine on the desk, which he is pretending to read, when really his eyes are focused on the red head working on the other side of the shop to him. Aya is busy with the flower arrangements. He is tending to them with the same cold discernment he uses for everything. There is no-one else in the shop except for them.

‘Fujimiya Aya, do you know how sexy you look doing that? Your sleeves rolled back like that, showing a tantalising amount of your ivory skin, its just calling out to be touched, the be rubbed, to be caressed. I just want to run my hands over that pale flesh, not mark or mar it, just touch. Oh fuck it, it’s not like anyone is going to come in. Omi and Ken are both out and won’t be back for hours, and there will be no customers as it is the middle of the day. Our clientele don’t arrive til Omi gets out of school. It can’t hurt, can it?’

Yohji slides from the stool he is sat on and, with the stealth born from being an assassin, he slides over to Aya. Once directly behind him Yohji rubs his tanned arms over Aya’s ivory skin, and resting his chin on Aya’s left shoulder, he purrs in a deeply seductive tone,

“You know how sexy you look doing that Aya?” As he finishes talking he twines his fingers between Aya’s, covering Aya’s hands with his own.
“Kudoh Yohji; we’re supposed to be watching the shop, not each other,” Aya says in a monotonous voice, as he continues to work on the flowers.
“Come on Aya,” Yohji purrs, “the shop is empty and will be until later. Ken is at soccer practice, and Omi is at cram school. Our clientele won’t appear until he does, so we have several hours to ourselves in this big empty house,” he says as he surreptitiously rocks into Aya.
“I still have the arrangements and deliveries to sort,” Aya says, in an equally monotonous voice, though his hands have ceased working on the arrangement and have curled over the top of Yohji’s fingers.
“Aya that’s a pitiful excuse,” Yohji says. “They don’t have to be done until tomorrow and you know it,” he says and then he says more quietly, “come on, let’s shut the shop for an hour, or three, and go upstairs.”
“But Omi, Ken. They could come back at anytime,” Aya says as he leans into Yohji, his defences obviously weakening. His head rolls back onto Yohji’s shoulder, exposing a tantalising amount of bare neck, and as Yohji talks he closes his eyes.
“They won’t be back for hours, and well if they do return, you’ll just have to gag me. You know how vocal I can be,” Yohji says while kissing Aya’s neck. Aya shudders at Yohji’s suggestion and Yohji grins, “now let’s shut up the shop and get ourselves upstairs.”

Yohji carefully moves away from Aya, who looks a little annoyed about the loss of Yohji’s support, and his warmth, but none the less he starts clearing up the area he was working in as Yohji brings in the things from outside. Aya is pulling down the grating at the front of the shop when Yohji walks over and, after Aya has secured it in place; he pulls Aya up and into himself, making the bulge in his pants evident to Aya. He kisses Aya hard and deep, running his tongue round Aya’s mouth to get a good taste of him before he breaks away from Aya and pulls him towards the back of the shop, and upstairs.

‘Hn, easier than I imagined, Aya normally puts up more resistance than that. I guess he really wasn’t committed to those flower arrangements!’

Once at the top of the stairs, Yohji pulls Aya in for another kiss, one which Aya dominates for as soon as the lips join, Aya thrusts his tongue into Yohji’s hot cavern, massaging his tongue against Yohji’s. Yohji groans into the kiss but pulls apart fairly quickly saying,

“Yours of mine?”
“Huh?” Aya looks up at Yohji in confusion, eyes full of lust.
“Oh don’t look at me like that or it will end up being right here. I meant your room or mine?”
“You have the bigger bed Yohji,” Aya replies, a slight blush running across his cheek bones.
“No need to blush Aya, it is true, and it has its uses,” Yohji says as he winks at Aya. Before he pulls Aya towards his room he quickly brushes his lips against Aya’s then pulls him into his room.

Once in his room they fall upon each other; kissing, caressing, and all the while heading in the general direction of the bed, their legs entwined. They bump up against the bed fairly quickly, as Yohji has a Western style double bed, and collapse onto the bed, Aya on top of Yohji. Hands entwined, Aya supports himself above Yohji on his knees, before reaching down and claiming Yohji’s lips in a passion filled kiss.

“Seme?” asks Yohji as they break apart for air.
Aya shakes his head and whispers into Yohji’s ear as leans over Yohji, “uke” before he attacks Yohji’s jaw line and neck with little bites and nips and kisses. Yohji arches under this treatment from Aya, but is unable to do anything as his hands are still held in place by Aya’s.

‘U … uke. That’s something I haven’t played with Aya for a while…’

All thoughts leave Yohji as Aya reaches one of his pleasure points, sending blood rushing straight to Yohji’s groin as Aya nuzzles in the hollow above Yohji’s right collar bone, which he has exposed. Yohji groans as Aya continues to tease Yohji’s pleasure point. Yohji’s hips buck upwards, seeking friction which Aya is denying him by holding him down.

“Ungh … Ay … Aya … please,” Yohji manages to groan out.

Aya looks up at Yohji through crimson bangs and lashes and seeing the need in the emerald eyes that meet his, he leaves the pleasure point and releasing his hands from Yohji’s, he kneels back, playing with the hem of Yohji’s skin tight top. Yohji grabs hold of fist fulls of bad sheets as Aya rubs the palms of him hands across Yohji’s flat stomach then up to his nipples, tweaking and making them into hard nubs of flesh. As his hands move up, as does Yohji’s top until it is bunched up under his arms.

“Lift your arms,” Aya whispers into Yohji’s ear, making him shudder. Nether the less Yohji complies and his top soon flies to the floor. Yohji looks up at Aya through half lidded eyes, and noting the loose orange turtle neck is still on, Yohji grabs the hem of it and yanks it upwards, eager to see and touch Aya’s pale flesh. Aya curves his back over Yohji, so it is easier for Yohji to remove his top as Yohji is still lying on his back. Once the offending object is removed and tossed away, Yohji caresses the pale flesh in front of him, reaching up to play with the red nipples only to return to the smooth, flat stomach. Aya arches his back at this treatment, his eyes closing in enjoyment as a half smile crosses his face. When Yohji’s hands move lower to Aya’s trousers, Aya pulls his head forward, and begins to fumble with the tight fastening on Yohji’s trousers. Yohji manages to get Aya’s trousers undone first and encourages Aya to leave his trousers alone and kneel up to help him get the trousers down. Aya gets up from the bed, so he can remove the trousers more easily.

“What, no underwear Aya?” says Yohji grinning.
“Thought you preferred me this way,” Aya purrs back.
“Oh most definitely yes. Come back here.”

Aya crawls back onto the bed to settle between Yohji’s thighs and continues to try and undo Yohji’s hip hugging trousers. As he successfully undoes the button, Aya gently undoes the zip over the bulge in the trousers and peels back the black material. He raises an eyebrow as his eyes feast on the erection in front of him. He looks up and says to Yohji,

“No underwear either Kudoh. I could start to suspect you planned this,” a wicked smile on his lips.
“No underwear either Fujimiya, I might start to suspect you were expecting this,” Yohji replies grinning.
“I know you Kudoh,” Aya replies.
“You’re right Ay-Ahhhhh,” Yohji exclaims as Aya takes the head of Yohji’s erection into his mouth. Yohji’s hips try to buck upwards as Aya sucks gently but he has a firm grip on Yohji’s hips preventing him from doing so. Yohji fists one hand in Aya’s crimson hair and the other in the bed clothes as Aya teases the head of Yohji’s cock with his tongue, pushing into the slit to gather the first beads of precum.

“Oh shit … oh … Gods … Aya. That feels … ugh … so good.”

Aya moves his right hand from Yohji’s hip to the base of his erection, still holding Yohji’s hips down with his left hand; he takes more of Yohji’s erection into his mouth. Yohji arches off the bed as Aya does this, but holds back from thrusting into the hot cavern engulfing his erection to make sure he doesn’t hurt Aya.

“Oh fuck … Aya please … don’t … stop.” Yohji begs, unable to do anything else.

Aya hums, sending vibrations down the length of Yohji’s cock making Yohji shudder in pleasure.

“Ungh,” Yohji groans as Aya leaves his cock and taking his hand from Aya’s hair he twines it with one of Aya’s he pulls Aya up for a kiss. “You sure like to tease don’t you love?” he asks before he claims Aya’s lips in a bruising, passion filled kiss, tasting himself on Aya’s tongue. Aya grunts into it and breaking apart he says,

“Couldn’t wait much longer,” Aya says, and crawling up the bed he reaches for the bed stand, where he knows a tube of lub is hidden. Yohji, on being presented with Aya’s erection mere millimetres from his mouth, reaches up and licks the tip of it.

“Unh,” Aya groans as Yohji takes just the tip into his mouth and gently sucks. All strength leaves Aya’s arms and he collapses on the bed one arm in the draw, fingers curled round the tube, the other under his head, his knees supporting him above Yohji’s head.

“Yo … Yohji … stop … I can’t … hold out … much … un … longer … and I … want to be … oh gods … inside you.”

Yohji, upon hearing the need in Aya’s lust filled voice, releases Aya’s cock from his mouth and helps Aya down the bed back so he is eye level with Yohji. Yohji gently prizes the tube from Aya’s right hand and Aya says,

“Trousers … have to go Kudoh.”

Aya gets off the end of the bed, and grabbing hold of the end of the trousers, he pulls them off Yohji’s slim form, dropping them on the floor before climbing back onto the bed. Yohji sits up in anticipation of Aya’s return, catching him into another deep kiss. As they kiss Yohji uncaps the lub, squeezing out a generous amount he rolls it around his hands, warming it before he rubs it over Aya’s cock. Once Yohji is happy that it is prepared enough, he gently begins to coat Aya’s hard length in lub. The second Yohji’s fingers wrap round his length Aya pulls back from the kiss and trusts into Yohji’s hands, unable to do anything else as Yohji gently caresses the flesh coating it in lub.

“Mmmm, that’s right Aya,” Yohji says, watching the expression on Aya’s face as he gently thrusts into Yohji’s hand. Aya reluctantly opens his eyes and pulls out of Yohji’s hands saying,

“Y … Your turn Yohji,” and he starts to reach for the tube. Yohji grabs the hand heading for the tube and shaking his head he says,

“No Aya, I can’t wait, I want you inside me now. I’m ready enough as it is.”
“Yohji … I don’t want to hurt you, and without preparation, the pain will be unbearable,” Aya says, cupping one hand on Yohji’s cheek, forcing him to look into his violet eyes.
“Aya, as long as it is you doing it I don’t care.” Yohji replies and pulling Aya’s legs out from under him so Aya’s legs are round him and Aya’s cock is standing up straight nestled between his thighs. Yohji straddles Aya’s legs, his legs round Aya’s back, leaning on his left hand, right on Aya’s shoulder, he quickly kisses Aya and says,

“Lets get this going,” he flashes a smile before he carefully positions himself over Aya’s cock before he starts to push down. As he pushes down his grip on Aya’s shoulder tightens and his left hand fists round the bedding. As the head of Aya’s erection pops into Yohji’s body, he clutches hold of the sheets in his hands, which are behind him supporting him upright, and his eyes shutter closed. His head tips backwards as Yohji pushes himself further and further down, and he clutches the bedding harder to try and prevent himself from thrusting upwards into the warn tightness of Yohji’s body.

‘Oh GODS … Aya said i-it would h … ungh … urt, but t-this much? … ’

At a small whimper from Yohji, Aya drags his head forward and opening his heavily lidded eyes he looks up at Yohji … and his eyes widen. Yohji is sat halfway down Aya’s length, breathing heavily and erratic, his eyes tightly shut and a couple of tears leaving the corners of his eyes.

“Y … Yohji,” Aya manages to gasp, as his breathing is also rather erratic. Upon getting no response from Yohji, he unfists the sheet from his right hand, and touches Yohji’s cheek with this hand. Upon feeling the contact Yohji’s eyes flick open, releasing the flood gates on his tears, revealing emerald eyes swimming in tears. Tears run down Yohji’s face as he looks at Aya.

“Yohji … Stop.” Aya says regretfully. “It’s hurting … you too much.” Yohji shakes his head as he continues to slide down Aya’s slickened member.

“Yo … Yohji … ” Aya tries again. Yohji looks Aya in the eyes before he slams his hips down, taking the last of Aya’s member inside him in one go, biting down on his bottom lip to keep him from screaming aloud. As it is he moans once fully seated in Aya’s lap. His hand releases the bedding and he holds onto Aya in a bruising embrace, head on Aya’s shoulder. Aya feels damp tears fall onto his shoulder, cooling his heated skin. Aya releases the bedding in his grasp and puts his hands round Yohji, holding the shaking man gently in his embrace. They sit like that for several minutes as Yohji tries to get himself under control.

“A … Aya … ” Yohji breathes against Aya’s skin making him shudder. Aya can only grunt in response, his restraint from holding still in Yohji’s tight body almost failing.
“Move,” Yohji whispers.
“What?” Aya manages to gasp as he pushes up against Yohji accidentally.
“I said … move. This is … damned uncomfy for me … and I know how hard it is to … hold still, so … move.” Yohji says his breathing still erratic.
“Yohji … you sure?”

Yohji nods against Aya’s shoulder, pushing himself down onto Aya further to re-enforce this decision. Aya can feel his throbbing need pulse within Yohji’s body so he slowly and gently rolls his hips under Yohji, pulling himself in and out of Yohji’s body. Yohji moans as Aya pushes in and out of his body, creating the friction he desires.

“Oh Gods yes Aya … like that, … keep going like … ungh … that.”

As Aya continues thrusting into Yohji at the same pace, Yohji starts pushing his hips down to meet Aya’s upward thrust, becoming more vocal at each thrust.

“Fuck Aya … keep … going, harder … faster …”

Aya keeps thrusting into Yohji gently but unconsciously he increases the pace. It becomes slowly faster and bolder with each fading second. Their lips caress one another and tongues clash; Aya’s attempt to quieten Yohji, who still manages to voice himself through moans. As they break apart Yohji whispers,

“… mmmm faster Aya … harder …”

Aya pulls almost fully out of Yohji only to roughly plunge back into him, making him break the kiss and arch his back as Aya’s erection jams into his prostate.

“FUCK … YES AYA, … LIKE THAT …” Yohji shouts, “Ungh … just don’t stop …” he exclaims. Aya pushes Yohji onto his back so that he can increase the pace and force. Yohji helps best he can from his position, pleasure eclipsing any pain he was feeling.

They become lost in each other, Aya brutally yet delicately pulling in and out of Yohji, right into the same spot that made Yohji loose his sanity. Yohji thrashes beneath Aya in a fit of moans and strangled breaths, unable to form words due to the amount of pleasure Aya is giving him.

A sword callused hand aggressively wraps its strong fingers around Yohji’s throbbing hard shaft. Yohji’s entire back lifts from the bed and into Aya’s hard awaiting chest, screaming in pleasure as Aya fondles his raging hard on with long strokes, his knuckles blanching, his grasp is so tight. Yohji’s breathing hitches as Aya strokes him off in time with his thrusts into Yohji, both their bodies taking on a glistening sheen of sweat.

Aya feels Yohji’s erection contract under his palm and ready to explode with what he’s waited for for so long, he sees the dire need in Yohji’s emerald eyes which are locked with his. He is also close to release, thrusting harder and faster into Yohji, pulling him off in time with his favoured long, hard strokes.

“Ay … Aya,” Yohji manages to choke out, pleading with Aya for release. Aya notices the raw need in Yohji’s voice, strokes him harder, thrusting into him harder and faster, making it feel to Yohji as if Aya’s erection never leaves his prostate. With one last hard squeeze Aya draws off Yohji’s release, white ribbons of cum cover both Aya and Yohji’s chests, Yohji screaming Aya’s name as he releases. Aya thrusts into Yohji a couple more times, feeling Yohji’s anus clamp down and pulse round his member before he follows Yohji over the edge, coating Yohji’s insides with his seed, breathing Yohji’s name as he collapses on top of his lover.

Yohji, upon feeling Aya collapse on top of him, pulls Aya out of himself and up into his arms so that Aya is resting on his chest. He feels Aya’s seed leak out from within him as their breathing returns to something resembling normal. Yohji tips Aya’s head upwards so he can kiss Aya, a lazy kiss, reflecting their status. Aya wriggles on top of Yohji’s chest saying,

“Sticky.”
“I know love; we should get tidied up or something.”
“Shower?” Aya asks yawning.
“Probably best, but too much effort, here use this,” Yohji says as he hands Aya a towel. Aya gently and carefully wipes Yohji down first, then himself, before he drops the towel down onto the floor and curls up in Yohji’s arms again. They lie in each others arms for fifteen minutes and Yohji is on the verge of dropping off when he hears Aya whisper,

“Ran.”
“What did you say?” Yohji asks, trying to draw his mind back from the hazy mists of sleep.
“Ran,” Aya repeats but still in a hushed voice.
“I can’t hear you Aya, I’m sorry.”
“No not Aya, Ran, that’s me.”
“Hn, I figured your name wasn’t Aya,” Yohji says smiling down at Aya.

Aya shifts on Yohji’s chest so he can see into Yohji’s eyes through his sweat soaked hair. “When did you work it out?”
“You remember when you first arrived here and you woke up in my bed after being beaten?”
“Yeah,” Aya replies looking down so he no longer meets Yohji’s gaze.

Yohji hooks his finger under Aya’s chin lifting Aya’s gaze so it is returned to his. He gently moves some strands of Aya’s hair so it is no longer in Aya’s eyes. “That day, just before you woke up, I was stood in the doorway watching you, thinking how much of a bishounen you are,” he smiles at Aya, “well before you woke up you muttered the name ‘Aya’. People don’t normally say their name in their sleep, so I figured your name wasn’t really Aya. It did hurt though, when you shot me down that day though, after I had moved you to my room, and tendered to your wounds.”
“Yohji, I … I love you, I never meant to hurt you that day, I was hurt and embarrassed. I’m sorry,” he reaches up and captures Yohji’s lips in a kiss.
“Aya … Ran,” Yohji says as they break apart. “Can I ask you … who is Aya?”

Aya curls up against Yohji’s side, his left hand entwined in Yohji’s right. He lies silent for a while, obviously deep in thought.

‘Ok … I think I pushed it a little too far this time with Aya. Ran I mean. I guess it really is some one special to him. He means a lot to me, I can’t loose him by pushing this.’

“My sister. Aya is my sister. The reason I joined Weiß. Takatori Reiji killed out parents while we were out at a carnival. I got trapped in rubble and he ordered his driver to run over Aya. In exchange for joining Weiß she was moved from the county hospital to the Magic Bus hospital. That’s who my earring I wear belongs to. I bought the pair for her that day at the carnival. I wear it to remind me what Takatori Reiji did to her, whom I am trying to avenge. She holds the other in her hand while in a coma.”

Yohji feels something wet hit his chest and he hugs Aya closer to himself.

“Thank you Ran,” Yohji whispers into Aya’s hair, kissing him on top of his head. He holds the shaking bishounen close to his chest as they both drift off to sleep.

~Owari~

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