Disclaimers: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters. If
you see this fic and want to sue me the only thing you will get will
be my anime collection, cuz I have no money J
Author: Max Ikari
Pairings: Yohji/Aya, Schuldich/Aya
Warnings: NC-17, Lemon, non-consensual sex, violence, adult language,
etc.
[] Inner thoughts
The Devil's Own
Chapter 4
Yohji was furious. Well more than furious, he was jealous that Aya
had been going out almost every night of the week and he came back
till morning. Aya would come looking confused. As if he was torn by
something but Yohji still couldn't figure by what. He decided that
next time he saw Aya come back he would confront him. However, that
had not happened, Aya had stopped going out, just kept to his room.
Yohji thought that he was training or destroying his room by the
amount of noise that was going on. Whatever it was it was driving
Yohji insane, made him want him more. He decided he was going to
confront Aya right this moment and ask him what the hell was going
on. He climbed the stairs to Aya's room and knocked on the door
softly. He didn't want to wake everybody up and have them wonder
what the hell he was knocking on Aya's door at, he checked his watch
to see, it was 3:23 am, damn its late.
The door opened quietly and all Yohji could see was the silhouette of
somebody peering form the door's opening.
"Yohji?" asked Aya, he sounded surprised to see Yohji at his door.
"Yeah its me, can I come in?" asked Yohji trying not to sound anxious.
Aya peering at him for a few more seconds and let him in. Yohji
looked around the room noticing the mess it was in. There were boxes
strewn all around the room and clothes were everywhere, it surprised
Yohji to say the least.
"Aya." said Yohji but just stared at Aya. He had his back turned to
him and was looking out the window and he looked breathtaking. The
moon seemed to enhance the pale features of his body giving him a
mystical air.
"Aya what's going on?" asked Yohji getting worried.
"Nothing," said Aya but he seemed to be thinking on something else.
Yohji could no longer stand it he had to know. He walked up to Aya
and grabbing him by the shoulders turned to face him.
"What's going on Aya? Who are you sleeping with?" snapped Yohji.
Aya's eyes momentarily widened but then assumed he assumed the cold
façade he always sported.
"It's none of your business Yohji and I would think you would have
better things to do than to spy on people," snapped Aya back at Yohji.
" I wasn't spying on you, I'm worried about you," said Yohji lowering
his gaze, " I wish you would let me help you."
They were silent for a moment and then a hand caressing his right
side of his face. Startled he looked down to see Aya looking at him
with an expression he had never seen before. Love? Not sure, Pity?
Maybe.
" Thank you," said Aya and brushed his lips against Yohji's.
"For what?' asked Yohji trying to look at Aya but hypnotized by his
lips.
"For being there for me," said Aya dropping his hand and turning away
from Yohji. However, Yohji wasn't going to let him go so easily. He
grabbed Aya's wrist and turned the latter to face him.
"Yohji." said Aya, but was unable to finish because Yohji captured
his lips with his own. At first Aya tried not to respond but was
soon kissing Yohji back as passionately.
"Aya.." breathed Yohji when they separated for air. Yohji started
stroking Aya's chest through the fabric of his shirt making Aya half-
groan. Aya was pushing at Yohji's chest trying to get him to stop
but his body was responding on itself.
"Yohji, I shouldn't." breathed Aya while Yohji kissed his jaw and his
neck.
" Please Aya I am going to go crazy if I can't touch you," said Yohji
between kisses. This last statement hit Aya right to his core. He
could feel Yohji awakening something that Schuldich wasn't able to
do. He actually felt lust for Yohji as with Schuldich is just out of
necessity. However, if he slept with Yohji everything would change
between them.
"I-I can't Yohji," said Aya trying to get his breathing calm enough
to say the words. Yet, his body wasn't listening to him, he started
thrusting his hips up to Yohji trying to add some friction to his
growing erection. Yohji growled in his throat and taking hold of
hips stared at him trying to figure out if this is what Aya wanted.
Aya wasn't even sure himself. If Yohji asked him they might stop, he
needed this, he needed Yohji to make him forget, make him feel clean
again, something he didn't feel ever since he started sleeping with
Schuldich.
This time Aya took the initiative, putting his lips against Yohji's
and kissing with all his might. This kiss was purely sexual and
Yohji felt it, however, he was too aroused to think about it at the
moment.
Yohji started moving them toward the bed while trying to undo the
buttons in Aya's shirt and get to touch, see, taste that skin.
Finally opening Aya's shirt Yohji lowered his mouth to one of the
pink nipples and started suckling like a babe.
"Yohji." breathed Aya between clenched teeth. His breath was ragged
and coming in short gasps. This was a totally different experience
from sleeping with Schuldich. Schuldich could never make him feel
the way Yohji did. Yohji who gave named him and seemed to know him
better than he knew himself.
Aya's thoughts left him when Yohji came up to kiss him deeply and
started undoing his pants. Yohji heard a small whimper escape Aya
while his eyes were closed and his lips were moving, he seemed to be
mumbling something to himself.
"Aya?" whispered Yohji, "Aya look at me," Repeated Yohji. Aya slowly
opened his eyes to look at Yohji. Aya's cheeks were flushed at his
chest rose and feel quickly because of his harsh breathing. Yohji
caressed his face, brushing the fiery red bangs from his face. Aya's
amethyst eyes searched Yohji's emerald ones, looking for something.
Aya seemed fearful of something.
"I won't hurt you Aya, I promise you," said Yohji looking deeply into
Aya's eyes.
"I believe you," was all Aya said before closing his eyes again.
Yohji kept on with the attentions he was giving Aya. He started to
feel Aya tugging at his t-shirt trying to take it off. Yohji wasn't
going to argue with Aya and helped him by removing it himself.
Yohji finally removed Aya's pants and traveled Aya's chest placing
kisses or nipping at it here and there. He put his tongue in Aya's
navel causing the latter to thrust his hips up at Yohji again.
"Yohji, please." mumbled Aya moving his hips trying to get some
friction.
Yohji smiled at this. He had always dreamed of being able to have
the red head whimpering and panting beneath him and this night it was
happening. He was very glad he had decide to come and talk to Aya
tonight even though this was not his initial intentions when he had
climbed the stairs toward the room.
"Okay Aya," said Yohji stopping a minute in his torture of Aya to
come up and kiss the red head. Aya returned the kiss almost in
desperation; he seemed to want this as much as Yohji did. Yohji
lowered himself to the proof of Aya's passion and kissed Aya's inner
thigh and bit trying to leave a mark. Aya had his hands buried in
Yohji's hair encouraging him. Yohji finally took Aya into his mouth
making the red head emit a whimper while uttering Yohji's name.
Yohji took Aya as far as he could and started moving his head up and
down while he moved his fingers to Aya's opening and putting a finger
inside.
"Yohji!" uttered Aya when he felt Yohji's finger enter him. Yohji
just mumbled something to assure him that everything was okay and
kept on trying to drive him insane and it was working. Aya couldn't
form a coherent thought while Yohji kept pumping him. At that moment
Aya felt another finger penetrate his opening. He drew a breath in
at the pain but didn't utter anything else only kept his hands in
Yohji's hair urging him on. Yohji kept pumping and heard that Aya
wasn't going to hold much longer, he did not want Aya to come yet.
Stopping which emitted sounds of disapproval from Aya, Yohji inserted
a third finger just to make sure he would hurt Aya when he penetrated
him. Aya opened his eyes at the pain but Yohji was looking for that
special spot in Aya that would make all the hurt go away. When Aya's
hips shot up Yohji knew he had found it. He started pumping his
fingers into Aya in a rhythmic motion becoming painfully hard by
hearing Aya's whimpers.
Being unable to handle it any longer, Yohji removed his fingers and
looking for a lubricant, which was some body lotion, Yohji found
lying around Aya's room. Putting some on his shaft Yohji fully
penetrated Aya waiting a while for Aya to get used to his length. He
moved carefully watching Aya's face for any sign of pain. Not
finding any he started pumping in and out of Aya looking for that
spot in Aya and upon finding it hitting it every time he pumped.
Aya was the first one to come climaxing and spilling his seed in
between their bodies, Yohji feeling Aya's body tighten around him
followed soon afterwards. They lay there trying to bring their minds
into some semblance of order, Yohji wondering what the hell just
happened and Aya thinking if the was high because he had just slept
with Yohji.
"Yohji, you are heavy," said Aya while pushing softly at Yohji's
shoulder. Yohji looking at Aya finally pulled out of Aya and kissed
Aya deeply.
"I didn't come here to sleep with you" said Yohji looking into Aya's
eyes.
"But you did," said Aya getting up of the bed and gathering his
clothes to put them on.
"Aya this really meant something to me," said Yohji quietly almost
shyly.
"Good because it is not happening again," said Aya coldly. Yohji
stared at Aya thinking how that cold bastard could say that after
what they just did. Aya seemed to notice this because he stopped and
leaned in to kiss Yohji again. Breaking the kiss and resting his
forehead in Yohji's Aya said," I don't deserve the happiness you want
to give me."
"Why? Haven't you suffered enough in your life time to deserve some
degree of happiness," asked Yohji.
"I- I can't," whispered Aya lowering his gaze to the floor. Yohji
picked his chin making Aya meet his eyes and he saw that Aya's eyes
were moist with unshed tears.
"Aya, what's wrong? You can tell me," said Yohji smiling and tracing
his finger in Aya's jaw.
"I can't tell you this," said Aya trying to get away from Yohji.
However, Yohji held tight to Aya not letting him get away.
"Why do you have a mess in your room? What are you running from Aya?"
asked Yohji looking at Aya lovingly.
Aya couldn't stand the look; he knew that in a few seconds that gaze
would look at him with hate and contempt. He was a sinner and this
was his punishment for killing so many people. At first he had
thought himself a defender of the weak and that that gave him the
right to kill, however, Schuldich had shown him what people like Aya
did to the families of the people they killed. He was no longer one
of the saved he was damned.
"I am sorry Yohji," said Aya managing to get up and turn his back to
Yohji," I can no longer be a member of Weiss, I am leaving Weiss."
Yohji simply stared at Aya and felt as if someone had knocked the air
out of him. He had no idea what to say but he knew one thing for
sure, Aya's mind was made up and he was going to lose love as soon as
he found it. Aya was a selfish bastard.
TBC