Express Yourself - 3/3

by Mishaela

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Disclaimer: I’m just babysitting them until their real owner comes home. Only of-age perverts should be reading this yaoi fic, please.

Author’s Note: This is the conclusion of the fic. I hope everyone enjoyed. I know that this won’t be the last time I foray into the world of the WK boys…

And to all of you who gave the favorable reviews – Thanks! And remember… I do take requests for fics that I know the series of!

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After two weeks of waiting for the contact, Yohji was starting to get edgy. It was getting harder and harder to resist ‘Sexy Aya’s’ nightly plea for a good fucking. And well, frankly, the oral sex – while mind-blowingly good – was starting to not be enough for the blond. His team mate was becoming more and more irresistible each night.

It took three weeks for the target to finally make his move.

Yohji watched the approach like a hawk. Partly because it was his job, but mostly because Aya was wearing this nearly transparent bodysuit that only barely hid the essentials. As decided, the redhead led the man into the dressing rooms so that they could discuss the ‘agreement’ in depth.

He finished his smoke and followed. Yohji and Omi had prepared for this very carefully. Inside of Aya’s mouth was a tiny trigger that could be bitten down. Doing so would set off an alarm that hung on the blond’s hip, which looked suspiciously like a pager.

The idea was simple. The target would most likely want to give Aya’s ‘attributes’ a sample. The redhead was to go along with it for as long as he felt comfortable with and then send out the alert. While it did send a stab of anger through him that someone else would be allowed to touch the sweet, sexy Aya he’d released; Yohji knew that it had to be that way because of the mission.

In the hall near the dressing rooms, the blond assassin found two bodyguards waiting outside of Aya’s door. "Fuck," Yohji breathed. This would mean that it would take even longer for him to get to the redhead if something went wrong. He couldn’t help but wonder how the two men had gotten there without him seeing them.

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"Crimson," Matsuo said with a slight leer, "Such a wicked name for such a naughty boy…" He licked his lips as his eyes swept over the lithe body of the dancer. They finally settled on the young man’s groin, "Very pretty… Why don’t you have a seat on the vanity for me, Crimson."

Aya obeyed silently. Already, he didn’t like this slimy excuse for a man but he had to go along with things for now. Who knew how long it would take Yohji to get into position? He sat up on the small ledge, spreading his legs like the man wanted, and waited to see what he would demand of him next.

"I’ve got a lot to offer a lovely boy such as yourself," the man said, moving closer and putting a chair within two feet of Aya’s seated form. His eyes were riveted to the spot where the youth’s cock was straining the front of the fabric, "Touch yourself through the material for me… I want to see how responsive you are."

With a smirk that only partially hid his disdain for the bastard in front of him, Aya teasingly trailed his hands along his inner thighs before bringing his palm up against his aching hardness. His eyes closed as he reminded himself just how he’d gotten that erection. How Yohji had reached down, through the low vee of the bodysuit, and fisted his length until Aya was ready to explode. He moaned at the memory, which pleased the man, and opened his now lust darkened eyes.

Matsuo licked his lips again, "Oh, yes… just perfect… Take it off, Crimson. I want to see that sexy body of yours."

‘Just a little longer… I have to endure him for just a little longer…’ Aya brought both hands up to his shoulders and shrugged out of the suit, lowering it oh so slowly, drawing out the moment. This sick bastard liked it when the boys he chose teased him. He peeled it over his boots, leaving those on, and kicked it away, "You like so far?"

"I do… I do… Turn around and bend over the vanity."

Burying his anger, Aya did as he was told. Inside his mouth, his teeth crushed the button harder than they were supposed to, but he felt the buzz that said it activated. He was distracted for a moment when he felt two hot, sweaty hands spread him open for view.

"Now, that’s a lovely sight… You look just as perfect as a virgin, Crimson…"

It was unexpected when two meaty fingers rammed into him. Aya gave a sharp cry of pain at the unlubricated entry and his hands gripped the vanity until his knuckles were white. Those digits were nothing like the gentle thrust of Yohji’s fingers. They sawed in and out, driving through his entrance like a jackhammer, and then they lanced that spot inside that always had the redhead seeing stars, "AHHH!"

Unwillingly, his body responded to the brief touch against his prostate, making him fully hard again. He endured it as much as he could, his pulse starting to thrum at the repeated thrusts, wishing desperately that it was Yohji doing this to him.

He also was wishing he’d thought to bring his katana so that he could take care of this fucker himself.

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The small box at Yohji’s hip vibrated and that meant it was time to move. Snapping out his wrist, the blond sent wires down the hall to entangle the bodyguards and drag them down. He tossed the ends over a steel pipe that lined the ceiling and pulled, lifting both of them off their feet. Securing it, the young assassin moved to the door and heaved against it, throwing it open with a loud slam.

Yohji’s green eyes narrowed as he saw the mix of pleasure and pain on the redhead’s face in the mirror. The fat motherfucker had three fingers buried inside *his* Aya! Without any preamble, the blond lashed out with a garrote wire, wrapping it around the bastard’s throat and pulling back.

"I hope you enjoyed it, you sorry son-of-a-bitch," Yohji growled, reeling the man towards him like a fish, "Because that’s the last bishounen you’re ever going to touch." His gloved fist buried in the greasy hair and lifted, making Matsuo stand up, "You couldn’t satisfy yourself like a normal man, you had to get your kicks from killing those boys, too. This time, though, you fucked up."

His hands stretched the line tight, "Because Aya is *mine* and I can’t stand the thought of a sick fuck like you touching him."

Aya’s knees gave out at the exact moment Yohji let the lifeless body fall. In an instant, the blond was lifting the slender frame and looking at his face, "Are you okay, Aya?" He felt the lithe arms go around his neck and hold on tight, "Shh… It’s okay… I’m here now."

"Take me to the apartment, Yohji… I don’t want to stay here another minute." The redhead threw on some clothes and followed the other assassin out the back door. They got in the car just in time as the portal slammed open again and several men with guns poured out.

Yohji depressed the gas as they opened up with live fire and the car sped out of the parking lot. He flicked his concerned gaze to the other seat, where Aya was sitting, "Hey… Did he hurt you?"

"N-Not really," Aya stammered softly. He was somewhat ashamed that his body had betrayed him so easily. He found he couldn’t even look at the blond driver, "It just caught me off guard, that’s all."

The older man lifted his arm, "Come here, Aya." There was some hesitation before the redhead complied with the request. Yohji took note of this and looked at his team mate, noting that there was a hint of shame to the violet eyes. "Hey."

"What, Yohji?" Aya stared down at his hands as the long arm wound over his shoulders, feeling miserable inside.

"I still want you, you know." Yohji couldn’t help but think that his companion was the sexiest creature alive, even though the younger man felt like shit at the moment.

"His fingers… they…" The redhead couldn’t seem to get the words out. Every time he tried, his tongue stumbled over them, unsure.

"Got you a little hard, did they?" The blond shook his head at Aya’s nod, "So? Doesn’t mean that I don’t want you now. When I get you back to the apartment; that sweet, tight, hot ass of yours is mine." Yohji heard the low moan that his companion issued, "You like it when I talk to you like that?" His fingers felt through the thin shirt that Aya wore and rolled a nipple, drawing another moan.

The response was a breathless whisper, "Yes." Knowing that he wasn’t spoiled in the other assassin’s eyes lifted his worries. Aya leaned his head against the flaxen haired man’s shoulder and dropped one hand to Yohji’s lap so that he could stroke over the bulge, "I want you to fuck me - hard."

"As long as I’ve been waiting for this, there shouldn’t be any worries there," Yohji chuckled. He eased the car into the garage and then got out, leading Aya by the hand. The elevator was blessedly empty and they ducked into it with relief. As soon as the doors closed and it started to rise, the redhead pressed his back to Yohji’s chest, drawing a moan.

"God, Aya… I’m having enough trouble waiting as is."

Halfway through the short ride, the youth hit the stop button, "I’ve been fantasizing about this since that first night, Yohji." Aya shoved his ass back against the taller man’s hips, "Could you take me here first?"

Yohji blinked, "Right now?" Thoughts were becoming harder to process with that tight backside rubbing against his covered cock.

Aya moaned, "I want it, Yohji… now… here… with you…" He pulled the man’s hand to his lips, taking the fingers into his mouth and sucking on them relentlessly. The redhead felt Yohji’s other hand on his pants, opening them, pulling them down from his narrow waist.

Suddenly, the younger man turned and dropped to his knees, opening the slacks to grasp Yohji’s hard cock in his hands, and lick all over the head. Groaning, the blond leaned back against the wall, running his fingers through that silky scarlet hair. He knew to enjoy it while he could, because Aya was just getting him wet enough to do what they’d both been wanting to for weeks.

As soon as that beautiful mouth let him go, Yohji had his team mate turned around and pressed up against the cool metal wall of the elevator. He positioned himself and gave a little push into that sweet, tight heat with a moan born of pure rapture, "… Aya…"

Gasping, the swordsman tried to shove back, drive that insistent hardness inside him, fill the void of his body with it. He couldn’t imagine how he’d gone so long without this. Aya’s hips rolled, working more of the cock into him in increments, his gasps becoming one long loud moan. Yohji was a perfect fit.

"So good… you feel so fucking good, Aya…" The blond folded his hands over the narrow waist and pulled back before he was all the way in. The way his sexy little Aya was acting, he didn’t think one hard drive would be out of the question. Yohji slammed his pelvis forward, fully entering that snug ring in a single smooth thrust.

"YES! Oh, God, Yohji… Do that again!"

Yohji did, surging into Aya repeatedly. His blood boiled hotter with each cry for more. God, Aya was so responsive! He worked in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder, until sweat poured off him in thick rivulets. The redhead was pushing off the wall against him, trying to get as much as possible out of each and every stroke.

Feeling his partner pound into him was the most intense thing he’d ever experienced and Aya wanted more. He couldn’t let his hands leave the wall or he’d get nailed to it in a bad way. But, his cock was crying out for some friction, demanding that it be touched. "Yohji… touch me, please… make me scream for you…"

Slender fingers wrapped around the column of Aya’s arousal, pumping it with every thrust his body was getting. That was the final stimuli the red haired youth needed to complete his ascension and his voice rose to a shrill pitch in the small cubicle, "OH, GOD, YOHJI!"

Tight was not what described the way Aya’s body felt just then. It was more like a vise that wouldn’t let go until the blond had given over his release. Two more thrusts and Yohji was pulling back on the narrow hips as his pelvis rammed forward, hot spurts of come jetting out to fill his lover, "AYA!"

Immediately, Yohji fell to his knees, dragging the shorter man with him, crushing the lithe body against his desperately. He couldn’t think or breath for several seconds. It was Aya who finally broke the silence, "Yohji…"

"Fuck, Aya… You’re more intense than I thought," Yohji breathed into the redhead’s ear, "I definitely *won’t* be able to get enough of you."

"Good," the younger Weiss said softly, "Because I want more."

Yohji smirked, "Guess I won’t be sleeping until you’re sated… Sounds like a plan."

The pair righted themselves and then set the elevator running again. Yohji loved how it felt to have the warmth of Aya right there against him. He spared a glance down at the younger man, pleased that the earlier events of the night hadn’t put him off. Unconsciously, his fingers stroked one smooth cheek, making the young man moan softly.

Leading the way, Yohji opened the door of the apartment and let the redhead go in first. He shut the door, locking it tight, and then turned to Aya, "I’ll go run a bath."

"Good idea," came the purred response. The violet-eyed man began stripping off his clothes, tossing them into the nearby hamper, and beat Yohji into the bathroom. Aya moved to the counter by the sink, perching there, his sleek body tense as though he were a predator ready to strike.

The beautiful redhead had finally gotten a full taste of sex and he was very hungry for more.

Yohji bent over and started the water, getting it temperate, and let the tub fill. He crossed his arms and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, before tossing it into the corner. When he turned to look at his lover, he found Aya giving his cock a few slow tugs, "Like what you see?"

"Oh, yes… Can I see more?"

Stripping to nothing, the blond noticed that the slender hand had begun to move faster over the hard flesh and it was dripping nectar over the long fingers. He leaned over, locking his lips to Aya’s, and gave him a very thorough kiss. Almost as if by instinct, the shorter man unfolded from the counter and pressed against him, letting his long arms go up around Yohji’s neck.

The kiss broke and Aya looked up at his new lover with dark violet eyes. The other man’s hands slid up his body, sweetly igniting his flesh, giving his pulse another boost. He moved his gaze down towards the tub, "I’m ready for that bath now."

"Me too," Yohji agreed, stepping back and into the water, drawing the redhead with him. With quick, efficient movements, the taller assassin got himself clean and then started doing the same, though much more slowly, to Aya, "Gives me a really good excuse to put my hands all over you."

Aya gave him a look, "You had that anyway." The slow caresses felt wonderful. When Yohji started washing his hair, the redhead couldn’t help but accept the lavished attention. After so long of pushing people away, he’d never imagined how nice it would be to have one that didn’t let that happen.

"You know, if someone had told me a month ago that this would happen," Yohji started as he rinsed his companion’s hair clean, "I would have laughed in their face." Aya turned around, facing him, and he stopped speaking. Those eyes were just gorgeous. The way they glittered in the low lighting of the bathroom was just entrancing.

"I was just thinking something similar," the redhead admitted softly. He moved in between Yohji’s knees, brushing his body against the half-hard cock, willing it back to full life. Aya leaned in close, brushing his lips teasingly over the taller man, "Did you mean what you said earlier?"

"About what?"

"That I was yours?" Aya had heard those words and, at the time, the meaning hadn’t really dawned on him. Now, he wanted to know. He wanted to know just where he stood when it came to Yohji Kudou.

"I suppose so," came the rather stunned reply, "If you want it to be like that." Yohji gave a slight smile, "I was just so mad when I saw what he was doing to you. The words just came out before I could think about them…"

A finger went to the moving lips, stilling them, "Shh… I like that…" The idea of meaning more to Yohji than just a sexual conquest made Aya want him even more and he expressed that desire by taking the rising cock in hand and stroking it in a firm fist.

"Ready for another go, are you," Yohji asked huskily. At the fervent nod, he pulled Aya to his feet and began kissing all around the flat belly, "I can’t believe how you’ve changed in the last few weeks, Aya."

Aya smirked, "The glacier’s melted?" He gasped when perfect lips wrapped around the head of his organ, "Yoh-ji."

God, but the blond loved that sound. The way Aya said his name was a serious turn on. He put all his attention to suckling the arousal, making his younger lover squirm, "You taste divine, Aya." He went back to work, devouring every drop of the clear fluid, making the redhead writhe in front of him. Yohji felt fingers in his hair, clenching tight, holding on to something tangible in the sea of sensations.

When Aya started to really moan and cry out, Yohji pulled back, "Not yet…"

There was a pained whimper, "But… Yohji… It felt so good…" He watched as the blond squirted some hair conditioner on his hand and spread it over his fully hard cock, "Oh… that’ll feel even better."

It was Yohji’s turn to smirk, "I thought you’d change your mind." His gentle guidance brought Aya onto his lap, letting the eager Weiss member lower himself down on the length, impaling his hot body in the exact way he wanted. It felt even better this time around, the tight grip on his cock, milking him and already trying to make him let go, "Hmmm… God… Aya…"

Finally ending his descent, the pale young man got a good grip on his lover’s shoulders, "Yohji… move please…" Aya could feel the throbbing cock, how it pulsed with each of the blond’s heartbeats, and nothing else in the world mattered except what he was being made to feel. The first upward thrust gave him a gasp, the second made him shudder, the third brought a delighted cry, "Oh, YES! Yohji, don’t stop! Right there!"

Hands held Aya’s waist in an almost bruising grasp and he was brought up and down on that cock faster. Yohji thought he could maintain a semblance of control over himself, until that cry happened. Hearing that plea, voiced so loudly with his name, drove all other thoughts out of his head.

Yohji fought within himself until he finally got the lust under control. He slowed down the pace, fighting his own urges and Aya’s rhythm, until he’d completely stopped the redhead, "Please… Aya… let’s move to the futon."

The redhead nearly whined in frustration, but agreed, and they eventually got themselves settled on the mattress after pausing along the way for several hot kisses. Yohji rose over the trembling body, spreading the thighs and lifting the knees, "You are beautiful, Aya… So hot and incredibly sexy…"

Hearing his team mate say that stirred his ardor even more and Aya pulled the man down, wrapping those long legs around his waist, "You made me this way, Yohji."

The blond shook his head, "No. All I did was give you the chance to express it. The rest was all you, Aya." Yohji positioned himself and pressed in, feeling for the third time that night how Aya’s body gripped him. He moaned as he slowly slid to the hilt, settling himself down on the lithe body beneath him and embracing it tightly.

Aya tossed his head back, his body accommodating Yohji’s length and sending skitters of pleasure arching up his spine, "Oh… Yohji… so good…" He used his legs for leverage and started thrusting back when the blond above him moved. The pale youth felt his partner’s hands slide down and get a hold on his ass, tilting his hips.

The next internal stroke lanced across that special place deep inside and Aya nearly screamed as the next one did the same. He couldn’t recover before the next thrust did similar delightful things to him. Aya raked his short nails down the blond’s back, leaving trickling furrows, making Yohji groan harshly and just slam in harder.

"… Aya…" The young willowy man above was barely restraining himself after his back was clawed. That was something he’d always loved when it came to sex. Sure, the redhead dug a little too deep, but he could forgive that. He continued to drive into the heat, not slowing down his pace like he’d originally wanted. Aya just felt so damn good inside that he was having difficulty keeping anything even resembling wits about him.

Yohji let one hand slide between their sweat-soaked bodies, his long fingers wrapping around Aya’s cock and giving a slow pull. The effect was both dramatic and instantaneous as the redhead arched off the futon with a loud cry of rapture, "YOHJI!!!"

The blond felt warmth seep over his fingers at the same time that he was, again, gripped in that vise called Aya. Just as he climaxed, he kissed the redhead passionately, being met by the eager mouth of his lover. Aya swallowed his shout, answered it with a muffled moan as his body was filled to overflowing, and then they collapsed – their tongues still twining about each other.

A comfortable, sated exhaustion started to creep in around Aya and he gave his older lover a sleepy smile, "That… that was worth the wait."

"I agree," Yohji whispered, pulling out and settling next to the pale young man, his arms tightening around the lean form. He tucked the crimson head against his shoulder, feeling sore and satisfied. "I think we’re going to have a lot of fun exploring this new side of you, Aya."

"I know *I* will," came the soft murmur before the redheaded assassin dropped off to sleep. With a smile, Yohji clicked off the lamp nearby and followed suit.

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~The End~

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