Shaking the Foundation Part II
Disclaimer: Same as in the first part.

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Darkness surrounded him, caressing his skin like a long lost lover.

Tossing his head, Aya looked up at his wrists. The silvery rings
that wrapped around them seemed almost like a compliment to his pale
flesh. They were unforgiving. So was the chain that linked them,
flowed over the metal pipe above, bound him so that he couldn't run
or hide.

Only a little patch of moonlight that streamed in through a dirty
window and slashed across his face gave him any chance of sight. If
he looked out, past the black velvet that cut off his sight, Aya
could see the cherry colored burn of a cigarette. Other than that,
he could see nothing else.

God, but he hated this… He was vulnerable and he knew it.
Vulnerability brought fear and Aya didn't like to fear anything.

He started when the tiny beacon of light dropped to the floor and was
extinguished.

Aya couldn't see who else had joined him in this darkened place, but
he suddenly felt hands on his ankles… tugging off his boots. It was
as though the shadows refused him – refused to let him see the other
who was now running gentle fingers up his leather encased legs.

He gasped as the buckle of his belt was undone by deft hands, "…
Stop…" His voice was weak - trembling. Fear, trepidation, and
anticipation were powerful things. All three of them sent a sudden
rush of blood to his cock; causing it to twitch in the leather and
silken confines.

Even his hearing betrayed him by distorting the voice of the other so
he couldn't recognize it, "Shhh… No words."

There was the rasp of a zipper and then slowly, ever so slowly, the
leather pants started to slip down his legs. Aya inhaled at the
sudden rush of cool air on his flesh. His violet eyes strained to
see the aggressor, trying to slice through the darkness for even the
merest glimpse. He tried to speak again, "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know that," came the strange voice's reply.

The shadow hands moved up, ghosting along his ribs underneath his
coat. Everything was heightened by Aya's vulnerability. Despite his
fear, those hands felt *good*. The redhead bit down on a moan and
let his head fall back, eyes closing, when fingers slowly circled
around a nipple. He couldn't help the dampened sound that escaped,
however, when those hands pulled away from his flesh.

A soft, distorted chuckle echoed.

The leather trench coat was opened and pulled back to his shoulders,
revealing the tight black shirt Aya wore beneath. More
vulnerability. More fear. More blood to the swelling naked arousal
that just didn't seem to share the crimson haired assassin's views on
just what was erotic and what wasn't.

"You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

Aya hissed, wanting to deny that voice. He bit his lower lip until a
tiny trickle of blood slowly trailed down from the corner of his
mouth. Out of nowhere, his head was turned away from the light and a
warm tongue lapped the tear-like flow into oblivion. The wet caress
didn't end there, but moved up and then brushed across his mouth.
Fighting all resistance; the tongue pushed into the moist cavern
between Aya's lips.

The taste was almost familiar. Cigarettes, spice, the tang of his
own blood… The redhead moaned at how the tongue stroked against his.
His head tilted to the side as he responded the way his body demanded.

Once he'd regained his senses, he tried to expel that intruder. How
dare this person make him react! When he couldn't stop the kiss by
pushing against it, Aya bit down on the invading tongue and tasted
more blood. He heard a satisfying yelp of pain.

"Gyah! Gonna fight me all the way?" There was almost an amused tone
to the stranger's voice.

Aya couldn't stop the hands that went to his shirt, pushing up on it,
revealing the alabaster skin of his torso. More cool air on his
super-heated sensitive skin. Good God, how did he end up like this?

Velvet dark fingers stroked over his bare flesh, drawing a gasp,
making Aya feel still more of the carnal need buried deep inside.
Somewhere in the haze of his rising desire, the young man heard
another chuckle, "Look at the heat you bury under all that ice…"

"What do you want," Aya hissed out, trying to identify his assailant.

The darkness still didn't part; still refused him his sight, "In a
word…" There was a pause.

"Tell me," the redhead spat impatiently.

"… You."

A kiss pressed to the base of Aya's slender throat, "I've been
watching you…" A second one to the center of his chest, between his
pectorals, "So beautiful…" Another to his taut abdomen, "So damn
tempting…" The invisible hands grasped his narrow hip bones and held
him steady. Aya could feel the gentle caress of hot breath on his
aching cock.

"It's time to give in to temptation…"

The darkness seemed to pulse as that hot, wet, sucking, divine mouth
descended on the engorged flesh. Aya gave an inarticulate cry at the
feelings and sensations. The breath in his chest constricted,
denying him its benefits, making him dizzy. Vertigo set in, causing
him to pull on the restraints above, feeling them bite into his soft
flesh. Even that slight pain added to the act going on below.

Aya had never felt so alive. The hot tongue on his length swirled
around him, caressing him, drawing more of his liquid need to the
tip. Fingers wrapped the width of him; stroking up as the heat
descended. Every nerve came to life under his flesh, flaring bright
with each and every stimuli that assailed him.

The closure of night – the slight chill to the air – the heat of the
unknown kneeling before him – his own gasps and cries – the now warm
steel encircled around each of his wrists – the soft jingle of the
chain binding him to the pipe – the groan of metal as he strained
against it – the sound of his heart as it pounded in his chest…

Then, Aya was dying… his heart skipping a beat as it all began to
come into focus. It was a swelling surge that started from his
testicles and radiated out. Flowing along every vein, artery, and
nerve until his entire body was suffused with it.

He fought it.

Or, at least, he tried.

`Give in,' his body begged. Then, he did, unable to deny the sheer
sensual pleasure that swept through.

Aya came with a ragged, shattered gasp. He could feel his seed erupt
from the tip of his manhood; pouring out onto the greedy tongue that
had been worshipping him. In the end, he could hear a moan of
satisfaction and realized that it had come from himself. Coloring in
the dark, he turned his head aside, rising shame making him tremble
even worse.

"Hmmmm… That was sweeter than I expected, Aya."

The redhead closed his eyes; angry at himself for letting this
stranger get the better of him, "Fuck you."

"Not quite how it's going to work," came the low chuckle of that
damned irritating voice.

He heard movement, the crisp sound of crinkling plastic cellophane,
the snap of a lighter, the crackling of a cigarette flaring to life.
His eyes opened, but it was too late. Aya had missed sight of his
captor. His eyes fixated on the burn of the slender cylinder.

Aya felt a kinship with the addictive thing. He was still aflame
from the heady rush and feared that, when this was over, he'd be
nothing but ashes. Every pulse of the sweet pleasure was as though
he were being drawn from. Every climax like a flicking of ash off
the end.

When this strange interlude ended, would he be dropped… stepped on…
and then forgotten?

The end of the cigarette was put to his pursed lips and Aya accepted
the solace, inhaling greedily. The smoke filled his lungs, sent a
wave of familiarity through him, but he couldn't get a grip on it.
Why couldn't he put the puzzle together?

He started as he felt the hand that wasn't holding the cigarette on
his stomach. Teasing circles moved lower and lower, until they
sifted through the nest of darker scarlet curls surrounding his limp
cock. "Don't," Aya whispered softly.

"You should know by now," the voice said, interrupted by a drag from
the smoke, "That's not going to work." The sound of another
inhalation, "You can't run from this anymore, Aya. It's time to give
in."

The truth of the words took some of the desire to fight out of him.
Aya lifted his head, locking his eyes on the handcuffs, wondering
just what he would do if they suddenly vanished. Would he run? Or
would he stay to see this strange experience through? He could see
the darkened berry colored stain of the bruises he'd inflicted on
himself by fighting their hold over him.

The soft hand started trailing his drooping length. It twitched,
causing a strangled moan to escape the redhead. The tormenting
fingers wrapped around him and began to slowly pull on the flesh.
Aya was still sensitive from his previous climax and there was a gasp
as his blood suddenly rushed towards the affected area.

Again, he was coming to life under the silhouette's agonizingly
gentle aggression.

"Fighting is easy," reasoned the voice, "Giving in to what you want
isn't, is it?" More stroking caused Aya's hips to follow that hand
on him, "Is it so bad… giving in to the temptation?"

Aya shook his head minutely.

"Say it," urged the voice, dripping with a mixture of desire and
authority.

"… No."

The cigarette dropped to the ground, forgotten, as one of Aya's cream
colored legs was pulled up and set over a high shoulder. The
position forced his hips forward and his body became even more
vulnerable. He heard more rustling, identifying the source as the
leather coat his assailant was wearing, and then felt a gloved hand
slide under the smooth curve of one buttock.

Cool, slick fingers ran little circles around his tiny opening,
making him shudder and give out another gasp, "Please…" Aya bent his
stretched leg, drawing his lower body higher against the other,
lifting his other foot off the ground. His trailing leg sought out
and wrapped around the silhouette's, holding him in place.

The other gloved hand moved to his face, running over his cheek
carefully before going into his hair, "Looks like you're starting to
accept your fate, Aya."

"Yes," he moaned just as two fingers plunged into him, driving deep,
sending a mix of pleasure and pain through him. Aya shuddered at the
onslaught and twisted his hips, aching with the need to feel them go
fully into him. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to turn
around, fall into place, give him little hints as to the identity of
the shadow against him.

The long fingers pulled back and then pushed further, filling the
void a little more, making Aya whimper. His body was slowly becoming
a bundle of need that couldn't help but want to be sated. It wasn't
enough.

"More," he croaked, "Please… give me more…" His cock was fully hard
now, brushing against the smooth leather and giving Aya excruciating
chills that echoed all along his spine.

There was a sharp sting as he was widened by another gloved
finger, "Ugn…" Aya was losing himself in the way those fingers
delved into him. He'd closed himself off for too long. His body was
starting to fully waken to the waves that passed through him. His
body was starting to feel nothing but blind need for what was being
forced on his senses.

Wet warmth lapped at the side of his throat, drawing another moan.
Aya wanted to feel that tongue in his mouth again. He wanted to
taste the flavor of this unseen lover who insisted that he let
go. "Kiss me," he begged, his voice breaking at the fingers that
stroked his insides.

His wish was granted.

Aya welcomed the invasion this time, dancing his tongue with his
assailant's, letting it dominate him. The hand at the back of his
head pressed him closer to the source, keeping him from pulling
away. Not that the redhead wanted to pull back. He whimpered deep
in his throat, submitting to the silhouette, wordlessly begging to be
used.

More pieces of the puzzle fit together… Aya was almost there when
those delightful fingers were taken from him. He lamented the
loss, "Please…"

He heard a long zipper descend and then felt hot skin against his
own. Smooth flesh that felt so good against him. There was a second
rasp of metal and he felt more heat below, brushing teasingly at the
stretched ring.

"Is this what you want, Aya?" Soft hair brushed his cheek as the
mouth uttering the question moved close to his ear. The cock
touching him gave a tiny leap, as though it could tell how close
fulfillment was.

"It's what I've always wanted…" The final piece fell, completing the
puzzle, "… Yohji."

Lips smiled against his ear, "Took you long enough to figure it out,
Aya…" Before the redhead could respond, the tip of the blond's cock
pushed against him.

With a dual moan, Aya's body gave way to the pressure. Slowly and
inevitably, the length slid into the heated channel. The crimson
haired assassin let his head fall back, the pain/pleasure mix
shattering him, "Yoh-ji…"

Reaching up, the taller man ran his gloved hands down Aya's arms. In
the small patch of light, Yohji's face came into view, "Does it feel
good?"

Yohji had to know if he'd succeeded in breaking through that icy
shell. He'd prepared the abandoned house well. Gotten it ready for
this… claiming. Aya had been fighting his emotions for too long.
The blond assassin had watched the path of self-destruction and felt
helpless…

Until the idea for this had come to him one dark night after a
completed mission.

Aya's eyes closed and he nodded twice. Neither moved as each grew
accustomed to the sight and feel of the other. Finally, the redhead
looked up at the beautiful face of his team mate. "Yohji… please… no
more waiting…"

Teeth ripped one of the leather gloves off, "I promise, Aya… No
more." Yohji gave a shallow thrust as he ran tender fingers over one
pale cheek, watching the play of emotions on the bound man's visage.

Moaning, Aya closed his eyes and let the sensations ravage him. He
wanted to feel more. He wanted to be completely taken, possessed,
plundered… "Yohji…" Sweltering heat shot through him, melting the
last little shards of ice in his heart.

Both hands dropped to the slim hips and Yohji began to thrust in
earnest. "God, Aya… you feel so good…"

"Need you deeper…" Aya's voice was little more than a moan. He felt
his newfound lover comply, driving hard upwards, forcing his slender
body to ascend against the support behind him. Violet eyes fixed on
the handcuffs again. Hating them for not allowing him to touch the
blond. Loving them because they denied him the solace of running
away.

Yohji surged in and out, pushing his aching cock into Aya's body.
His gloved hand reached between them, finding the neglected column of
the bound man's arousal, and pumping it in time with his deep thrusts.

Arching into the blond, Aya gave a cry of unequaled pleasure. He
tensed, sending his release between them through several dizzying
waves of sensation. In reflex, his body clamped down on the hardness
driving inside of him. The redhead felt the difference in Yohji's
thrusts, knew that his team mate would find his own zenith in a
matter of a few heartbeats.

Gloved hands slid up under the chocolate colored leather coat,
folding over the slim white shoulders as Yohji slammed home one last
time. His emerald eyes closed as his body let go of the tension that
had been building inside his lean frame, "AYA!"

For a few minutes, neither man moved. Then, slowly, boneless legs
slid to the floor as the crimson haired assassin's breathing returned
to normal. He opened his eyes, framed by long lashes, to look at the
face of this lover who had forced him to accept what was
offered, "Yohji… I…"

"Shhh, Aya… Not yet." One hand pressed to the support behind the
redhead while the other held him around the waist. Yohji knew that
Aya didn't have the strength to stand on his own and he wouldn't risk
further abuse to the slender wrists above them.

Finally, after several more agonizing minutes of silence, Yohji
pressed his lips to the other man's in a kiss of possession that left
Aya breathless. When it broke, he looked into the luminescent
eyes, "How do you feel?"

Aya looked up at him with wide eyes full of trepidation, "Weak…
shattered…" Would Yohji cast him to the floor like the burned out
cigarette, "What… What happens now?"

A soft jingle of keys echoed through the small chamber, "Now, we get
cleaned up and you get dressed." Yohji unlocked the handcuffs and
freed the smaller man.

Falling to his knees, Aya gasped and rubbed his bruised wrists, "Is
that all?" His eyes were riveted to the floor, which he couldn't
really see, and starting to well up with hot tears.

Leather creaked as Yohji knelt down and tilted his face up, "No.
When we get back, you're going to have to figure out what you want."
A cigarette flared to life between them, briefly illuminating the
blond's face, making it look severe and sinister. "I've claimed you,
but it's up to you as to what comes from that."

A decision put into his hands. Aya looked into the shadowed face of
his team mate, "I already know what I want." Shaking hands plucked
the cigarette from Yohji's slender fingers, "I want you."

"Me? Are you sure?"

Aya took a drag from the smoke he held, "Yes."

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Waking to the bright swath of sunlight that didn't seem to want to go
away, Yohji brushed the strands of hair from his eyes with one hand.
It took a moment of foggy realization as to why he couldn't use the
other. When it finally dawned on him, his emerald gaze slanted over
to find his redheaded team mate sleeping in the crook of his pinned
arm.

A smile formed on Yohji's lips as he looked at the pale face, so
serene in sleep. They'd gotten in late last night and Aya had
followed him to his room. Truth be told, the blond hadn't thought
his plan would work so well. Perhaps his team mate had needed this
more than his friend had originally thought?

He let his fingers glide gently over the high cheekbones of Aya's
face, relishing the smoothness. It was real. No dream or fantasy or
hallucination. The fiery but cold redheaded swordsman was actually
in his bed, naked, and asleep next to him. Yohji could almost swear
that the dark circles under those crimson lashes were fading
already. He smiled softly then, "So beautiful…"

At the sound of his voice, Aya woke up, his eyes opening halfway to
gaze at the blond, "Liar."

Yohji chuckled at the sleepy denial, "Says you. I happen to think
you're very beautiful." His hand slid down to pull one leg against
his hip, letting the redhead feel the fact that morning brought its
own surprises.

His team mate slid closer and put their foreheads together, "Yohji…
can you just hold me for a while? I'm still a little sore from…"

The answer came not in the form of words but in the tightening of
Yohji's arms around Aya's torso. The redhead let his head come to
rest under the older man's chin and gave a contented sigh as his
hands moved up to clasp each other around the back of the blond's
neck.

There was a softer chuckle from Aya after a few minutes, drawing a
questioning look from Yohji, "What's so funny?"

Aya tilted his head back to look up at his new lover, "Ken's going to
have a heart attack when he finds out…"

Pulling the slender form back against him, Yohji relished the silent
companionship. Surprisingly enough, he was content to just lay like
this with someone who had spent the whole night in his bed and arms.
He smiled, more to himself than anything, and let himself doze back
into a light sleep.

If for only a little while, things just seemed right in the world
this morning…

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-=The End=

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