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~