Pairings: Yohji x Aya
Inner Trinity (6/?)
By Max Ikari
"You are Ryo," said Yohji quietly avoiding eye contact with Aya.
Finally after about five minutes of silence he gazed at Aya. Aya was
only staring at him, his face a mixture of surprise and anger. He
seemed to be deciding which emotion to choose.
"Aya. . ." said Yohji trying to grab his arm again.
" Don't you dare touch me," hissed Aya his eyes narrowing in anger. "
What kind of sick fuck are you?"
Yohji was just surprised. He had never heard Aya get that angry,
besides when he remembered what had happened to his family. Even
when
he got angry he usually became quiet and ignored everybody else.
"Aya, I swear I am not kidding," said Yohji, " You need help."
Aya smiled ruefully at that and said, " I need help? I am not the one
who is constantly brooding about a dead woman."
Yohji only stared at Aya becoming angry himself. Aya regretted the
words the minute they left his mouth. He wasn't that angry but he
needed to get rid of some of his frustration and the only person
there
in his face right now was Yohji.
"Fuck you," said Yohji narrowing his eyes, " I have no idea why I
fucking care, you surely don't. You know what? You can go crazy for
all I care," and with that Yohji left the kitchen.
Aya just stood there until he heard Yohji enter his room, before
retreating to his own room himself. He was so incredibly tired and
no
amount of sleep seemed to help. Maybe Yohji was right, but then that
would mean he was crazy. He felt like laughing at that. Turning the
light on in his room he noticed the amount of disaster, clothes were
thrown everywhere, a lamp was broken, his bed was unmade. "Damn it!"
He bent down to pick some clothes trying to figure out what the hell
was going on.
"What's wrong with me?" Aya asked no one in particular, and fell to
his knees in the middle of the mess.
Yohji was more than angry, he was furious. Aya's denial was
incredible. He couldn't believe it, damn him, and then he had the
gall to throw Asuka's death in his face. Yohji felt like punching
him. The bastard. He raided his room for a cigarette and brought it
to his lips. His hands were shaking he noticed, after three tries he
was able to turn on the cigarette. He stood there looking out his
window taking a long drag.
" Maybe it wasn't Aya," said Yohji trying to convince himself that
Aya
wouldn't hurt him on purpose. However, he knew that had been Aya,
only Aya would say something so cold. Though Yohji had seen Aya's
expression when he had told him that he was Ryo, he was afraid. He
would be too if he had no idea how he was losing time without
noticing
it. Aya seemed to be changing too much lately; he had to be noticing
it. "Fuck it," said Yohji before putting out his cigarette to go
talk
to that idiot.
"Aya!" said Yohji banging open Aya's door. Aya turned to see him, he
seemed wary of seeing him again. He quietly locked the door again
and
turned to face Aya.
"Not now Yohji," said Aya picking up some pants from the floor and
looking for a hanger.
"What a mess," said Yohji quietly. Aya looked at him coldly before
continuing to pick his stuff. Yohji started picking a trashcan to
help Aya pick the mess of the broken lamp.
" Yohji, leave it," said Aya quietly.
" I can help you," said Yohji continuing to pick the shards and
dropping them to the can.
" Damn it Yohji, fucking leave it!" screamed Aya frustrated.
Yohji just stared at him for two seconds and kept on picking the
mess.
Aya dropped himself in the middle of the room, staring at the floor.
" Why won't you leave me alone?" asked Aya brokenly.
" You need someone even though you are too stubborn to accept it,"
said Yohji not looking up from what he was doing. Aya lowered his
head to his hands he was exhausted.
" I am so tired, I can't get enough sleep these days," said Aya
warily
rubbing his temples.
Yohji looked up and got up to sit next to Aya. He just sat there
beside Aya quietly; trying to comfort him, reassure him.
" I am sorry to hear that but you can talk to me," said Yohji quietly.
"Hn," snorted Aya starting to get up.
"You can," said Yohji grabbing hold of Aya's chin so Aya would look
at
him, " I mean it."
Aya stared at him; Yohji felt so much love for him. He wished he
could kiss him, just a small kiss.
" Why do you care so much?" asked Aya quietly trying to turn from
Yohji
" Because I care about you," said Yohji closing the distance between
both of them. Aya seemed to notice the closeness because he started
to tense up. "It's okay I won't hurt you," Yohji purred.
" I care about you so much and you have no idea," said Yohji ghosting
his lips above Aya's.
Aya couldn't breathe, couldn't find anything to say. He saw how
Yohji
was staring at him and he started to feel a blush creep to his face.
" Now that is interesting," purred Yohji a smile coming to his face.
He leaned in and kissed Aya gently, it was a comfort kiss. When Aya
didn't immediately pull away he sought to deepen the kiss. His tongue
touched Aya's lips asking for entrance and he heard the moan that
escaped Aya's throat when his tongue entered his mouth. It made
Yohji
lose his self-control and he started kissing Aya hungrily. Aya was
responding with as much fervor trying to keep up. This felt good, it
was right. He started lowering Aya on his back. Aya tensed up when
he felt the floor.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you," said Yohji in between kissing his jaw
and his hands caressing Aya's chest through his shirt.
"Yohji, we shouldn't. . ." said Aya breathlessly. His mind was in
chaos; Yohji's hands didn't let him think straight. He couldn't have
told Yohji to stop now, even if he had wanted. He felt like letting
go, losing himself in the feel of Yohji's hands roaming his body, the
heat of Yohji's body on top of his, just let himself go.
Yohji felt Aya's body relax, the surrendering, it only excited him
more. He started unbuttoning Aya's shirt, he wanted to feel the pale
skin, wanted to taste it. He opened Aya's shirt, he could see how
Aya's chest was rising and falling. He took one pink nipple and
started suckling it all the while massaging with his hand the other
one until he felt it getting hard.
Aya's breath hitched and he buried his hands in Yohji's hair, his
breath was labored and his eyes tightly closed. Yohji started kissing
Aya's chest, abdomen, at the navel he put his tongue inside the
opening.
" You are so beautiful," said Yohji starting to unbutton Aya's pants.
He could already feel how his own pants were beginning to feel
uncomfortable. He discarded Aya's pants on the side and lowered his
head to take Aya in his mouth.
"Oh God!" breathed Aya thrusting his hips up instintincly and digging
his fingers in Yohji's shoulders. Yohji smiled noticing that Aya was
holding himself back for fear that Ken and Omi would hear. Yohji
started to establish a rhythm, passing his tongue over the head. All
the while he searched for Aya's opening slipping a finger inside.
Aya
tensed at feeling Yohji's finger, but could not pay much attention
with Yohji driving him insane. Then he slipped a second and a third
finger, feeling Aya tense up again but after a while Aya started
thrusting back at his fingers. He heard Aya moan and he knew that Aya
would not be able to hold anymore. He climbed up to kiss Aya. Aya
kissed him desperately, thrusting his hips to feel any kind of
friction. Aya was pulling as Yohji's shirt wanting to feel his skin.
Yohji wasn't going to argue with him, just seeing Aya beneath him
panting and out of control made him harden to the point of pain. He
quickly took off his own pants and said, " I can't wait anymore, Aya,
this will hurt a little."
Lifting up one of Aya's legs and putting it on his shoulder he
settled
himself between Aya's legs. Putting some lotion on his manhood he
slowly slid himself into Aya's opening. Aya arched in a wordless
cry,
opening his eyes at the sudden pain of the invasion.
"I'm sorry, it will get better I promise," said Yohji kissing Aya.
"It's okay," said Aya breathlessly. Yohji waited a while for Aya to
get used to his length. Carefully he pulled out and pushed himself
back in. He was staring at Aya's face to notice any sign of
discomfort and then he hit something that made Aya toss his head back
and moan his name. Yohji smiled and started pumping making sure to
hit that spot every time. He picked Aya's length with his hand and
started pumping it at the same time as he was doing with Aya. He
knew
Aya was reaching his climax by the way he tensed up and two seconds
later he orgasmed spurting his seed between their bodies.
"Oh God, Yohji. . ." breathed Aya. Aya's muscles clenched because of
his orgasm causing Yohji to bite his lips and hold his hips down
trying to reach his own orgasm. One last thrust and he buried
himself
deep within Aya's body spilling his seed. " Aya. . . gods. . ." It
surprised him how powerful was his orgasm and then fell on top of Aya
spent.
Aya stayed still feeling Yohji's sweat coated body on top of his own.
He was barely getting his mind in some kind of order, wondering what
the hell had been going through his head to allow Yohji to do this to
him. However, that was the problem he hadn't been thinking only
feeling. He shifted his body pushing at Yohji's shoulder trying to
get him of himself. Yohji finally shifted pulling out of him, which
made Aya pull in some air.
" Sorry," said Yohji softly and climbed up trying to kiss him. Aya
turned his head so Yohji caught him in his cheek.
" Aya, what's wrong?" asked Yohji staring down at him.
"Nothing," said Aya starting to get up, " I am going to take a
shower."
" No you are not," said Yohji grabbing hold of his waist so he
wouldn't get up.
"Yohji let me go, I am all sticky," said Aya and he pushed Yohji off
managing to get up.
" You are regretting this aren't you?" asked Yohji seriously
"It was a mistake," said Aya looking around his clothes for his robe.
Locating it he wrapped around himself.
" Aya, don't do this, don't try to deny that this ever happened,"
said
Yohji his eyes imploring Aya not to do this. But Aya was afraid of
the emotions Yohji had brought forth and he did what he did best,
escape the situation.
" I am taking a shower," said Aya before leaving the room.
Yohji stared at the door for a while before getting up and putting
his
own pants on, not even bothering to get his shirt on before
retreating
to his own room.
TBC