One Drunken Night
A night of drunken debauchery on Yohji's side leads to an unexpected encounter.
Warnings: Slight NCS. Lemon! PWP! YAOI!!! Please do not read if any of the previous
make you uncomfortable or if you're under the legal age limit. I will not be
held responsible for the twisting of your delicate (and undeniably little if
you know that you don't like this type of stuff and then read it anyway) mind.
Disclaimers: Ahh, do I have to? Okay, okay. Not mine (cries eyes out) not yours
(nanananana na, sticks tongue out and then dodges thrown katanas) but think
of the fun we'd have if they were (collapses into a small puddle of ecstatic
goo "ooh, yeah").
Pairings: My favorite from Weiss Kreus: Yohji/Aya
Archive: Please don't.
Author: ShadowMist
Finished: September 17, 2001
Notes: ::blah:: stands for thoughts. I apologize if the lyrics don't match up
exactly with the translations. Also, big thanks to my betas Hannah, Riizu, and
Sinsense. ^_^ I hope you guys approve of the finished product.
One Drunken Night
"...Sigh wo nagete hitori odoru
Kuroi tenshi hane wo hiroge tonda"
(I let out a sigh and danced alone
Then the Black Angel spreads its wings and soared)
Yohji fit the key into the lock as he continued to sing softly, his hand made
unsteady by the amount of alcohol he had consumed that night.
"...Kono machi wa ikite iru
Sou zutto"
(This city is a living being
Yes, like you and I)
He finally got the stubborn door open and pushed it wide.
"..Tsumi to jiyuu daite nemuru..."
(Resting, embracing both freedom and sin)
Stepping inside he made sure to take off his shoes and lock the door behind
him. There was no one around seeing as it was past midnight. He shrugged philosophically.
If no one was around, then no one could complain about his staying out all night
again. He looked up at the stairs, which, in his drunken state, seemed to go
up forever.
::Oh man, there is no way I'm making it up that tonight.:: Still singing to
himself drunkenly, Yohji sighed and turned to go down into the mission room.
::I can crash on the couch. No one will mind. Plus, it'll make it harder for
the others to find me to wake me up at some ungodly hour of the morning tomorrow.::
"...Furu no gairoju ni hora
Yume no nuke-gara tachi ga"
(Amidst the old roadside trees, look
There are those who cast away their dreams)
He paused when he saw the long, pale form spread out over the couch. ::What
the hell is Aya doing down here? Is he waiting up for some reason?::
Whether he had been waiting up or not Aya was now asleep, dark eyes closed and
face relaxed. ::Ah, man. Does this mean I *have* to try the stairs after all?
I don't think I can. If I try I'm liable to break my fool neck. Hmm, maybe we
can share. I'm thin enough.:: He shrugged then sort of let himself fall down,
over the back of the couch, landing flat atop its occupant. He heard a grunt
of protest as the form came awake and immediately tried to push him off.
"What the -"
"Konbanwa, Aya." Yohji grinned down at the pinned red head. Aya wrinkled his
nose as the heavy smell of alcohol assaulted him.
"You're drunk. Get off of me."
"Nah, I'm too comfortable." Yohji snuggled close to the red head. Aya tried
to push the tall blond off but, pinned as he was, he couldn't get any leverage.
"Yohji, get off."
"Nuh-uh. This feels nice." Yohji got more comfortable, making it even harder
for Aya to budge him. Aya pushed at him again but it only caused Yohji's face
to end up pressed into his hair. Yohji gave a long, drunken sniff.
"Hey, Aya, what is that? Is that lavender? Mmm, isn't that supposed to help
with headaches and such?" Yohji gave a drunken snort. "You must use a lot of
it. I mean all those glares you throw around must give you some killer headaches,
ne? And isn't it supposed to be good for tension, too? I'd suggest you buy more
of it cause it ain't working yet, you're still too tense. Mmm, but it smells
nice."
Aya flushed in rage as Yohji continued to sniff at his hair. He arched off the
couch trying to buck him off, but Yohji merely rode it out, shifting with him.
"Mhm, Aya, that feels nice."
Aya's flush deepened as he felt Yohji's drunken hands slide down his sides,
clumsy fingers caressing him through his clothes.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get off!"
"Ne, Aya, you're too tense. Why don't you relax once in a while? Look, doesn't
this feel nice?" Yohji began nibbling on Aya's ear, hands roaming over his body.
Aya went rigid. ::How dare he?::
He began to push at Yohji in earnest now but the lanky blond simply rode it
out, shifting above him, using Aya's movements to rub against him lazily. Aya
blushed as he felt the older man's body reacting to him. He tried to knee him
but, tangled together as they were, all he ended up doing was forcing a leg
between Yohji's own which the blonde accepted to begin rubbing against.
::Yohji, as soon as I get you off of me, shine!:: He pushed at Yohji's shoulders,
trying to force him off but it only served to slide Yohji further down, placing
his head next to Aya's neck. The blonde shrugged and took advantage of the new
position by nipping at the pale throat. His warm lips moved over the graceful
neck. Aya gasped as he felt a slick tongue come out to taste his skin before
beginning a gentle suction. ::Shit.:: He pushed at the man again, trying to
twist away.
"Yohji. Stop."
"Aya, you taste so good. I never realized your skin was so warm and soft. I
always thought you'd be cool to the touch." Yohji's searching fingers found
their way beneath his shirt, warm digits moving across his skin. Aya gasped
in outrage and tried to pull away. One of Yohji's hands came across a nipple
and began to gently tease at it. Tapered finger circling the areola as the moist
mouth sucked on his throat.
Aya hissed, neck arching as he pushed hard at Yohji's shoulders, trying to get
him off.
"Mmm," Yohji nuzzled at his skin, his other hand sliding down lazily over his
chest, caressing him. The hand made its slow way down across his stomach, fingers
coming to rest on their goal, rubbing him through his pants.
Aya gasped, startled, thighs trying to close against the invading touch, but
one of Yohji's legs was in the way, forcing his thighs apart.
Yohji's fingers pinched his nipple suddenly, and Aya hissed, arching away from
the touch. Yohji grabbed his chin and forced it up higher, giving himself better
access to Aya's throat. Hands made clumsy by alcohol managed to get Aya's pants
open, warm palms sliding along his hips as they pushed the material down. Aya
tried to get way from them but no luck. One hand gently searched him out and
began to stroke him.
Aya shivered in reaction, panting from his exertions. He could feel the warm
palm wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly, sliding along his skin with
knowing fingers while Yohji's mouth continued to place sucking kisses along
his neck, along his collarbones, tongue dipping within the hollow of his throat.
"Yohji, get off of me." Aya demanded, a strange edge to his voice that he was
afraid to identify.
Yohji didn't listen. The warm, alcohol perfumed body moved against him lazily
as Yohji's mouth moved down lower, teeth coming out again to mark him before
tender lips closed over the spot, stroking away the sting with an apologetic
tongue.
Aya closed his eyes, the caress making him tremble. He felt an unexpected warmth
coiling low in his stomach, a strange anxiety taking over his limbs as he tossed
his head, hands fisting in Yohji's shirt. ::How long had it been since anyone
had touched him?::
::I can't. I shouldn't allow... No. Yohji is drunk, doesn't know what he's doing.
I have to get him off of me.:: Aya gasped, arching as Yohji ran a nail along
his nipple, the other hand fumbling at his waist. ::No. No.:: He pushed at Yohji
again, trying to force him off.
"Aya, stop. You aren't letting me concentrate."
::Concentrate?:: Aya glared up into verdant eyes; they returned the glare with
an alcohol-unfocused gaze
::I must not kill. Yohji is a teammate. The bastard is drunk and doesn't know
what he's doing. Must not kill. Yohji is a teammate. Must not kill. Teammates
are an asset when taking down well-known politicians. Must not kill. Rough up
a little, yes, definitely. But I mustn't kill.::
"Get. Off. Of. Me." He fought harder. He didn't want this. He couldn't afford...
Yohji growled in frustration as he finally let go of Aya's skin. Aya stilled,
hoping Yohji had finally come to his senses. Yohji gave him another alcohol
fuzzed glare then, before Aya could react, he pulled out his wire and wrapped
it around Aya's arms. Startled, Aya tried to fight it but too late, Yohji had
him pinned to the couch.
"There. Now don't move or you'll hurt yourself." Yohji gave a satisfied smile
then returned to sucking on Aya's neck.
Aya gave a cry of anger and heaved, tugging at his bonds and trying to twist
away from him. Yohji sat back and watched him, an annoyed look on his face.
As Aya struggled, the wire pulled at the sleeves of the shirt he'd been wearing
when he'd fallen asleep.
"Aya. Just relax. Come on. Just for once let yourself go."
Aya ignored him and instead tugged harder only to feel the wire bite through
the thin material of his shirt and into his skin. He hissed at the sting and
stilled. He knew how lethal the wire could be and, if he continued, he might
sever a vein or artery.
"There, see. I told you. Look, just relax. I won't hurt you. Come on, just let
yourself go for once, okay?"
Yohji smiled and leaned down, face drawing closer as sought to capture Aya's
lips. Aya wrenched his face away. Yohji shrugged and settled for Aya's ear.
He gently nuzzled at the fragrant hair before sliding down to nibble on the
perfect shell of Aya's right ear. He slid his tongue into it feeling Aya tense
further under him. He smiled and moved down to nuzzle behind it. He heard a
small gasp. ::Bingo.:: He let his tongue slip out to taste the spot he had found
and Aya began to struggle even more.
"Aya, stop. That's dangerous."
Yohji slid a hand back down Aya's pants, feeling the warm cock as it fit into
his hand perfectly. He stroked it, teased at it as he nibbled at the warm skin.
He moved his mouth down the pale column of Aya's throat, gently sucking, using
his teeth. He knew he was marking the pale flesh but couldn't seem to help himself.
Aya's body heaved beneath him as he continued to fight the bindings.
::Shit, Aya, you're going to hurt yourself::
"Yohji. Stop."
Yohji ignored him, warm mouth moving down his throat as the callused palm wrapped
around his cock, stroking him, sliding on his skin with knowing fingers.
::No. I can't afford -::
One delicate finger stroked across the head, teasing at his slit before dipping
below.
Aya arched, gasping, legs clutching hard at Yohji's sides as he felt that touch
spreading outward, warmth infusing his limbs, making his whole body tense. Yohji
released his cock for a moment, hands tugging at his shirt. He felt a couple
of the buttons pop as Yohji forced it open, pushing the shirt to either side,
revealing his chest.
Aya glared up at the still fully clothed figure above him, still fighting the
restraint of the wire as Yohji ignored him, seemingly entranced by his bared
skin. He slid both hands carefully up Aya's sides, fingers tickling along his
ribs, thumbs reaching across to brush against hard nipples, pinching lightly.
Aya hissed, tossing his head, trying to get his hair out of his eyes.
Yohji bent down, hot mouth suddenly closing over a nipple and Aya gasped, arching
unconsciously into the touch. The hands slid back down his sides, slipping under
him to cup his backside, pushing his pants down further, granting Yohji better
access.
Yohji had heard Aya's sharp intake of breath and felt Aya's body shaking within
his grasp. He took the nipple between his teeth and gently chewed on it, tugging
at it carefully. Aya tasted sweet, the pale skin a combination of exotic fruits
and male musk. Yohji moved his head lower, placing a soft kiss to the hard sternum
before sliding down to run his tongue along each rib. He bit at the quivering
abdomen, liking the way the muscles trembled beneath his mouth. He painted a
wet line along their definition with his tongue before dipping into the hollows
of the belly button. Aya felt unexpected warmth coiling in the pit of his stomach,
a strange anxiety slowly taking over his body.
Aya growled, squirming, tugging at his bonds, feeling the wire slip again to
touch his skin. Yohji began to rock against him, long body rubbing slowly along
his own. Aya could feel the hard cock still trapped within Yohji's jeans straining
to get out as the denim-covered hips rocked against him, the cloth of the jeans
creating a harsh friction against his naked skin.
Yohji's mouth moved lower, leaving marks where it had been. The hands pushed
his pants further down, one hand coming back to reclaim its hold on his cock,
squeezing him. Aya bit his lip, a small sound escaping him non-the-less as he
felt his hips rise into the touch. Yohji's mouth closed over a nipple, teeth
tugging at it. Aya gasped silently, mouth opened wide as he struggled for air.
Yohji's mouth slid lower, teeth nipping at his abdomen. Aya inhaled sharply,
trying to pull away. One of Yohji's hands caressed his hip, urging him to relax.
Yohji's teeth nipped at him again, now on the other hip, tongue stroking the
small sting before his mouth closed over the spot, forming a warm vacuum over
the hollow of his hip.
Yohji's head moved lower and Aya could feel the long strands of hair as a tickling
touch along his thighs before a warm breath blew along his cock. His hips bucked
and he growled in frustration, trying to command his body to stillness, but
it wasn't listening. Yohji's tongue made a slow line along his root, the tongue
wet and hot on the sensitive flesh. Aya gasped, head tossing as he felt one
of his legs wrap around Yohji's body.
Yohji moved lower sliding his hands down to play with Aya's sac, his fingers
twisting the soft balls back and forth. Aya tried to close his thighs against
him but his body was in the way. The skin here was salty, muskier, different
from that of Aya's chest or neck.
Yohji nuzzled at him lazily, taking his time as he tasted and teased him, tongue
and teeth both pressed on Aya's cock as with his mouth he placed gentle, sucking
kisses on him. Aya bit his lip, hips rising against his will as his leg tightened
around Yohji, holding him in place. ::Hot. Gods, so incredibly hot.:: Encouraged,
Yohji tried it again. Aya's whole body stilled, his muscles tensed.
As Yohji took a larger taste, licking up the underside of the cock, he felt
it twitch within his grasp, hardening as he began to suck on it. A chocked sound
escaped Aya. Curious, Yohji nibbled on it carefully. Aya's movements seemed
to change, he still twitched and twisted beneath him but now, almost hesitantly,
the direction of the movements changed, slightly forward instead of completely
back.
He looked up at Aya whose body had completely stilled. Aya had closed his eyes,
hands clenched into fists as he held himself rigid. His lips were closed in
a thin, angry line as his chest rose up and down furiously. Said chest was framed
by the shirt, revealing the trail he had taken down Aya's chest faintly glistening
with his saliva, the pebble hard nipples standing up tall and red from his kisses,
a few red marks spread along the long column of the throat. Sculpted legs revealed
to mid thigh, which was as far as the pants and underwear had gotten, met to
frame a long, nicely rounded penis whose head was now flushed a rosy color from
his handling of it. Arms bound within sleeves and his wire. Aya's muscles were
standing out in harsh relief on the tense form.
::He still hasn't relaxed. Man, maybe it wasn't lavender that is supposed to
relax you. Maybe honeysuckle? Or freesia?:: Musing drunkenly on what was supposed
to help Yohji reached into the pocket of his pants. Searching, he finally came
up with a small tube. Absently switching his mouth's hold on Aya he began to
coat his fingers. ::Maybe its... oh, screw it, whatever it is doesn't matter.
I know one sure thing that always relaxes *me*.::
He took Aya's cock into his mouth again as he let his fingers wander below the
red head's hips. As he swallowed more of him he saw Aya throw his head back,
long pale throat arching as his arms again tugged at the wire, legs pressing
hard into Yohji's sides.
Yohji smiled as he let his hands lift Aya's hips up, feeling the faint upward
thrust that Aya couldn't completely keep himself from making. Letting his hands
slip between the soft cheeks he let one finger gently tease at Aya's opening.
Aya was so focused on *not* reacting to the warm mouth wrapped around his cock
that it took him a moment to realize that the odd tickling he was feeling from
behind, teasing at his entrance, was Yohji's finger. Gasping he arched up, raising
his hips away from that invading touch but only managed to force himself deeper
into that wet, hot, demanding mouth. He stilled, body arched off the couch and
tense, his hard cock held within Yohji's mouth. If he tried to pull further
away from Yohji's intrusion of his body he would only manage to drive himself
deeper down that hot, moist throat. But if he pulled back he'd be forcing himself
back onto Yohji's hand. Indecisive, he kept his body tense, raised in an awkward
arch off the couch and Yohji's hand, onto Yohji's finger. But even assassin-trained
bodies could not hold that position for long and he reluctantly let his body
back down. The slick finger slid inside him eagerly but carefully, not pushing,
teasing at his entrance with a cream covered finger before attempting to enter
him, making his body accustomed to it before it pushed further in than the clenching
anus.
Yohji's suction on his cock grew harder, tongue dancing along his length as
he sucked, humming softly, causing vibrations to slide all through his body,
following the pathways of his veins and nerves, awakening every inch of his
skin. Aya tossed his head and tried to keep himself from thrusting into that
hot mouth, but he knew he wasn't succeeding. He could feel his hips rising,
plunging him down the blonde's throat as the finger slipped in and out of him.
He moaned, legs wrapping once more around Yohji's body.
::Stop, stop.:: he commanded himself, but Yohji undermined his control by urging
his hips up higher, deeper down his throat and his body was not listening to
him, liking what Yohji was doing to it way too much to obey him. Yohji's finger
withdrew for a minute and he groaned, hoping it was gone for good. He forced
his eyes open to look down. The fully clothed blonde man rested between his
spread legs, golden locks tickling at his inner thighs as he spread more lubricant
on two fingers. ::Two fingers?:: Yup, Yohji was back at his entrance, urging
him to raise his hips a bit more and then pushing both fingers inside of him.
::Aah!:: Aya thrust upwards into Yohji's mouth, trying to get away from those
invading digits as they moved within him, stretching and stroking him from the
inside.
"Yohji, stop." He panted.
Yohji ignored him, gently slipping the two fingers in and twisting them around.
Aya gasped as the fingers stroked him, teasing at the walls of his anus. Yohji's
mouth was hot and wet on his now undeniably hard cock. His body was trembling
and he had stopped fighting, moving only as Yohji's hands and mouth guided him.
He could feel warmth spreading, trying to reach deep inside of him from every
point of contact between their two bodies. His body trembled as Yohji continued
to touch him, one hand caressing his heated skin as the other touched him from
within. The hot mouth moved along his length as the soft strands of hair slid
along the inside of his thighs.
::Stop, gods, stop.::
He felt himself shaking, his body moving against his will first to plunge down
the working throat and then back to impale itself on the long fingers. He tightened
his legs, clutching at Yohji as he threw his head back with a gasp, feeling
how a third finger joined the other two within him. It was too much: he tried
to lift off them even as he spread his legs further, trying to accommodate them,
to give them room within him.
Yohji's tongue teased at his slit, outlining it, gathering the reluctant moisture
leaking there before slipping beneath.
"Aah!!" He shook his head no and wrapped a leg around Yohji's back to keep him
in place and himself from moving, from plunging down his throat as his body
was clamoring that he do.
Yohji pushed at his hips pulling away.
::Wait, where are you -?::
Aya opened his eyes to find Yohji tugging at the red head's pants, pulling them
the rest of the way off before tossing them aside, leaving Aya in nothing but
the torn shirt. Yohji then proceeded on to his own pants, alcohol clumsy fingers
working at the tight things for several minutes before finally managing to force
them open. Pushing them down low on his thighs, but not attempting to pull them
off in his drunken state, Yohji moved back towards Aya. Aya turned his face
away as Yohji tried to capture his lips. Yohji nuzzled at him.
"Come on, Aya."
Hands pushed his thighs apart, guiding them back around Yohji's narrow hips
as his warm mouth kissed Aya's throat. He felt the hard cock at his entrance
and tensed, body going completely stiff as he tried to pull away.
"Shh. Just relax. Come on." One warm hand moved over his face while the other
stroked down his side, slipped beneath to tease at his entrance. Aya bit his
lip as the fingers slid back inside, stroking him again, teasing him. He shook
his head, tugging at his bound arms.
::No.:: Aya shook his head unable to speak as Yohji took one nipple into his
mouth. Aya gasped and tried to pull away, tugging at his arms. Yohji's fingers
slipped from within him, hands coming to stroke at his hips, at his thighs,
warm flesh feeling extremely hot against his own as his legs were urged open,
thighs spread apart to let Yohji slip down further.
"Shh, relax, Aya." Yohji's strong hand pinched one nipple and Aya gasped, arching
into the touch. Yohji bent down to suckle at it and the hand wandered lower,
stroking lightly across his stomach as the other hand moved back within him
and began to move more urgently. Aya moaned, body trembling.
Yohji's mouth returned to sucking on Aya's neck warm tongue slipping up to lave
at the spot right behind his ear. Aya tensed and tried to pull away again. Yohji
sucked on his neck pinching one hard nipple as he forced the fingers in deeper.
Aya gasped, arching, legs clutching at Yohji as the warm body rocked against
him.
One hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing him, and Aya was unable to help
the push upwards, into the warm palm, then back, onto the invading fingers.
Soon he had begun a rocking motion, thrusting upwards into the demanding fist
before pressing himself down onto Yohji's hand and then up again.
::Yohji.::
Teeth tugged at his nipples, hard, body moving against him, the clothes Yohji
still wore a painful friction against his own naked skin. He gave a low voiced
groan as the fingers dug in deeper, harder. No. He pushed back onto them only
to find them gone.
::What?::
Yohji was pulling his legs higher and moving down lower. Aya gasped, body arching,
as Yohji slipped in without warning. Aya stilled completely, not wanting to
move.
"Shh, its okay." Yohji's hands moved on his skin, gentling him, urging him to
relax. Yohji kissed the side of his neck, lips warm on his throat as he remained
still within him. "Shh, just relax."
Aya stayed as he was, eyes clenched shut and body immobile as Yohji touched
him, hands sliding along sweaty skin, fingers teasing at him. One hand moved
down to wrap around his cock again, fingers stroking across the slit. Aya moaned,
moving into the caress hesitantly, feeling Yohji's hard length slip from him
as he thrust forward. The hand on him squeezed gently in encouragement and Aya
moved back slowly, feeling Yohji holding still, allowing him to take him back
in at his own pace. Carefully, he did it again. Thrusting up into the warm channel
of Yohji's fist then back down on the hot flesh, feeling the thick cock parting
him, reaching deeper than Yohji's fingers could have. Before he knew it he had
developed a rhythm again, thrusting up into Yohji's welcoming hand then impaling
himself on the immobile cock within him. He began to move faster, legs wrapping
around Yohji more securely he forced the hard cock deeper within him. He arched,
panting, small moans escaping him as he began to move more urgently.
Yohji's hand moved away from him and he growled at the loss. He forced his eyes
back open so he could look at the man still holding so god damn still within
him. Yohji's own eyes were clenched shut, teeth bared in a grimace as he supported
his weight on trembling arms.
::Move, damnit. What are you waiting for?:: He tugged at his bonds, feeling
the thin wire biting into his skin and not caring, wanting his arms free, needing
them free, so he could - he could - He HHhh
"Yohji. Yohji." ::Damn it, what is he waiting for? MOVE.:: "YOHJI."
The position was awkward, he couldn't... it wasn't enough. He tugged at his
arms harder, feeling the wire cutting deeper. He hissed and then felt Yohji
moving, but not inside of him, instead he was reaching up, restraining Aya's
arms. Aya gave a cry of frustration then realized that Yohji was merely trying
to set him loose, alcohol clumsy fingers having trouble as he tugged and twisted
at the wire.
As Aya felt his arms come free he growled and immediately reached forward, arms
clutching at Yohji, wrapping around the broad shoulders as his legs tightened
their hold on Yohji's hips.
"Move, damn you. Please."
Aya threw his head back in a scream as Yohji immediately surged forward, thrusting
into him hard. Aya clutched at him harder, hips rising to meet him as he pushed
in again, deeper. His whole body shook with the wild thrusts, back arching off
the couch. Aya was unable to stop the moan that escaped him as his body was
rocked by Yohji's. He tangled one hand around the cloth of Yohji's shirt, clutching
at it, tightening his legs further. Pressing his sweaty forehead against Yohji's
shoulder. The warmth he had felt within him earlier began to spread from that
point of contact, seemed to travel from Yohji's hard length within him up the
pathways of his nerves, sending off little flashes of pleasure as the man moved.
Aya shook with Yohji's movements, his body rising to meet the man's thrust,
both legs now wrapped around Yohji's hips pulling him forward, keeping him close.
Feeling the heat of his moist skin sliding against his own, the hard chest teasing
at his own as their nipples would occasionally touch.
"Yohji."
One hand wrapped itself again around his arousal and began to pump in time with
the harsh thrusts.
"Aaah."
Aya slipped a hand under Yohji's shirt, short nails raking down the slim back.
Yohji gave a strangled cry and slammed into Aya. Aya gave a small cry in return
and bit down on Yohji's shoulder, muffling the yell that threatened to escape
him as he arched, convulsing violently around Yohji as he came between them.
Aya slowly came back to himself. Opening dazed eyes he looked up at Yohji. At
his own orgasm Yohji had simply collapsed atop of him, pinning him, once more,
to the couch. Aya pushed at him, limbs weak from the aftershocks of pleasure
still coursing through him. He managed to slip out from under Yohji and onto
the floor. He landed on his behind and winced. He looked at Yohji. The taller
man was pressed into the couch, completely lost to the world as he snored slightly.
Aya glared, noticing that Yohji had never undressed. Were it not for the scent
of sex heavy in the air all around them and the jeans pushed down slightly on
narrow hips it would appear that Yohji had merely walked in and crashed on the
couch.
Aya looked down at himself. Except for the ruined shirt still clinging to him
he was completely naked. He noticed the blood on the sleeves and slowly pulled
one down to look at his arm. All up and down the length of his pale limb there
were scratches: some deep, most not. He looked back at the couch. Yohji mumbled
something in his sleep and snuggled down deeper into it. Aya glared, body trembling.
Reaching out he quickly retrieved his scattered clothing. He pulled his pants
on and began to make his way across the room and up the stairs on still unsteady
legs. At the top he paused and looked back on the slumbering form. Then he disappeared.
Owari
ShadowMist