Author: Max Ikari
Pairings: Yohji/Aya, Schuldich/Aya
Warnings: NC-17, Lemon, non-consensual sex, violence, adult language,
etc.
[] Inner thoughts
/Mind talking/
The Devil's Own
Chapter 14
You whom I could not save
Listen to me.
Try to understand this simple speech as I would be
ashamed of another.
I swear, there is in me no wizardry of word.
I speak to you with silence like a cloud or a tree.
What strengthened me, for you was lethal.
You mixed up farewell to an epoch with the
beginning of a new one.
Inspiration of hatred with lyrical beauty,
Blind force into accomplished shape.
Here is the valley of shallow Polish rivers. And an
immense bridge
Going into white fog. Here is a broken city,
And the mind throws the screams of gulls on your grave
When I am talking with you.
Czeslaw Milosz " Dedication"
Aya woke up groggy from the lack of sleep. Yesterday, Mr.
Barry/Richard appeared at his doorway and went out of his way to make
himself comfortable in Aya's home. The guy was practically
throwing himself at Aya the rest of the evening. When Richard was
leaving he had tried to kiss Aya goodnight, like he was one of the
man's dates. Thank the gods the guy was gone. Of course after
Richard was gone Aya had spent the rest of the night jumping at
shadows and noises resulting in his present predicament. Tired and
already moody, Aya got up wanting very much to sleep the day away.
[What's stopping me?]
[A shower]
Getting up, Aya walked to the bathroom to take a shower. Twenty
minutes later and a very fogged up bathroom, Aya emerged from the
bathroom. Putting on an oversized green tweed sweater and his blue
pajama pants he walked to make himself a cup of tea and eat some
cereal. Aya ate in relative silence only the quiet sounds of Enya
and rustling of the newspaper he was reading breaking it. After
washing his dishes and making sure the kitchen was in perfect order,
Aya settled to watch the morning news. There was nothing that
interested him causing him to doze off ten minutes after.
Richard paced his room for about the twentieth time that day.
Richard couldn't think so as a result he was having a creative
block. He sighed. Yesterday at dinner he had spent all the time
staring at Aya. Richard was still surprised at the way the redhead
looked. When they met at the Space Needle restaurant, he had been
flirting because he wanted Aya to think him non-threatening.
However, now he wanted Aya. The redhead had just evaded his flirting
or comments with a shrug. Aya wasn't interested, actually he was
angry at the invasion of his privacy. Hopefully Aya had no ideas of
killing him at least not yet, if the redhead wanted to kill him after
the job was done that was another matter. By then his luck should
have kicked in making Aya respond to him. Richard wanted to make the
redhead moan and sigh under him. Wanted Aya to accept everything he
had to give him. Wanted Aya to want him as much as Richard wanted
him. Smiling to himself Richard called his secretary.
" Susie, I am taking the rest of the afternoon off. I have an
important meeting," said Richard into the intercom.
" Of course Mr. Barry. Should I reschedule your appointments?" asked
Susie.
" Please do," said Richard cutting the connection. Picking up his
coat and briefcase Richard left to get something to eat for him and
Aya.
Yohji felt guilty. Now that his sexual high was gone he felt like a
traitor. An amused laugh escaped his lips while he thought about
Aya's reaction to this. Coldness was for sure. The redhead wouldn't
say a thing and turn around saying that he didn't care. Just the
thought of it brought a surge of anger forth. Picking up a flower
vase he threw it into the opposite wall totally shattering it.
" Damn him! Damn him," murmured Yohji feeling wetness on his cheeks.
Funny how he didn't notice he was crying.
" Yohji-kun?" asked Omi at the other side of his bedroom door. " Are
you okay Yohji?"
" I'm fine Omi," said Yohji voice sounding strange to his own
ears. " Go away please."
" Yohji I-I want to talk to you," said Omi quietly as if confessing
his sins. " It's about Aya."
That got Yohji's attention and he opened the door abruptly. He may
have looked dangerous because Omi stared warily regretting ever
mentioning the name to Yohji.
" Talk," said Yohji dangerously.
" Calm down first," said Omi bravely. The young blonde knew he was
risking it but he would not have Yohji angry while he was talking to
him.
Yohji nodded and walked back into his room with Omi at his heels.
Omi closed the door when he entered the room waiting for Yohji to
calm down. In the corner were the shattered remains of a vase but
Omi refrained from commenting. Omi watched as Yohji took a calming
breath before talking.
" Okay, I guess it is something important," said Yohji looking at Omi
for confirmation.
" Yes, kind off. Well ever since Aya…left I…I started trying to
track him down," said Omi walking to look out of Yohji's room
window. Everything looked so calm from up here. " I tracked down
his flight to USA. However, Aya being Aya took about six different
flights to lose us. Good technique because it took me forever. You
can't imagine how many flights arrive in US every day."
Yohji smiled at that comment, which made Omi smile back.
" Anyway his last flight was in the Washington state. After that I
totally lost track of him until about two days ago. While I was on
the computer I was searching some names while someone else was doing
it. You see it was Aya and you know Aya is not that good with
computers. I may have not been there for all the notice he gave me.
Still it seems Aya has become rather good with the computer because
it took me about ten hours to track down his line. You wouldn't
believe it!" said Omi throwing his hands up " Lines from everywhere
London, Germany, Brazil, Colombia, you name it.
" I thought you had to stay online long enough to track him down,"
said Yohji quietly.
" Normally yes but I used a kind of virus. It like a leech sticks to
the connection and allows me to track the person calmly. Still Aya
has a lot of protection in his computer because I could only get an
area not the exact location."
" What do you think happened?" asked Yohji looking hopeful.
" Well either he disconnected the computer from the modem or he has a
defense that killed the virus. The latter is more probable."
" Where is he?' asked Yohji looking at Omi from behind blonde bangs.
He seemed afraid to even ask.
" He is in the Seattle area. In Washington. What should I do?" asked
Omi quietly.
" Have you told this to Ken?" asked Yohji quietly.
"…No. I..I didn't want him jumping to go get Aya," said Omi twisting
his long sweater between his hands.
" Omi I am surprised. You minx," said Yohji smiling but the smile
didn't reach his eyes. Yohji was trying to look relaxed when he was
actually far from it. " Don't tell Ken. We at least know where Aya
is. Don't do anything to make him bolt."
" Okay. Are you okay with this?" said Omi. " I ..I just thought you
would feel better if you knew."
" I do. Thanks," said Yohji giving the most genuine smile. Omi
hadn't seen Yohji smile like that in along time.
" I was just worried about you that's all," said Omi smiling.
" Yeah, memories are always a bitch," said Yohji turning his gaze to
look out of the window.
Okaasan can I go to the movies?
Ran you know you have tests this week.
I know but I was hoping to take Aya to watch that movie she wanted to
see.
You are going to spoil her. Remember that you are leaving to college
next year
I know …
Somebody is knocking go get it.
Okay, okay I am coming.
Who is it? Hello? Okaasan it's so dark out here
Go on Ran its where you belong
No Okaasan!!!
Another bang at the door, it was so loud. The noise started
streaming into Aya's conscious mind making him wake up from the
nightmare he was enveloped in. Aya had no idea why he was so tired
today, he really needed some sleep. Grumbling angrily Aya picked up
a gun and headed for the door yanking it open in his hurry to chase
the offending person away.
" What the fuck…" said Aya before he saw who it was. " Damn it go
away, " said Aya trying to close the door on the guy's face but the
latter's leg was between the door.
" Hello beautiful," said Richard giving Aya a smile that must have
worked many times to get what he wanted from women.
Aya decided he had already reached his limit. He could not stand
Richard anymore. Lifting the gun Aya pointed it between Richard's
eyes.
" I don't know who the hell you think you are but this is my house.
This little excursion of yours may have cost me my privacy. So I am
asking you nicely, Leave me the fuck alone!" said Aya feeling his
temper rise at the smug expression Richard had.
" Now I would think you would be glad to see me since I brought lunch
and all," said Richard moving to get inside. Aya was too tired and
shaken from the recent nightmare he had been experiencing to give too
much of a fight. Lowering the gun Aya released a sigh of defeat and
locked the door after Richard came in. Aya could already hear
Richard walking around the kitchen opening cabinet doors. Lifting
his hand to his forehead Aya could feel the beginnings of a fever.
[Maybe that is the reason I am so tired]
" So what do you want to eat? I brought some Cavatini from the best
Italian store in the city…" said Richard trailing off when he saw
Aya. The redhead looked sick. " Aya are you feeling okay?"
" Hm? Yeah I'm fine," said Aya moving from where he was leaning in
the kitchen doorway. Richard walked toward Aya and put his hand in
Aya's forehead to check his temperature. Aya slapped the offending
hand away.
" Don't touch me," hissed Aya remembering how Yohji had gotten to
him. Showing concern, telling him that everything would be alright,
and ending up getting into his pants. " I don't need your help or
concern. Why are you here?"
" Well I thought we could have some lunch while we talked about that
mission in Vienna," said Richard turning to put the pasta into plates.
" Look…" said Aya rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "
I think we should talk about this `mission' another time."
Richard arched a brow and his smile faltered. The American was not
used to the kind of indifference Aya was showing. Damn, he didn't
have to work so hard to get a woman's attention.
Clearing his throat Richard resumed his smile saying, " Well I will
leave after we eat lunch not before."
Aya looked at him a few seconds before taking a chair and sitting
down. At his side Richard was thinking about how a person could lose
himself in those eyes. [So much intensity in those eyes no wonder he
is good at his job]
" So are you thinking of taking the mission?" asked Richard while
serving the salad.
" Only if you stop harassing me," said Aya taking a bite of his salad.
Richard smiled a predatory smile then, " You know you like the
attention."
" I'd rather not have it," said Aya not lifting his eyes from his
plate.
" Do you mean you have never…" said Richard trailing off.
" I never said that. I said that it makes people make mistakes,"
said Aya looking at Richard. " You should know."
Richard stopped smiling. The redhead could be cold. Richard hadn't
noticed that with lust taking over his senses every time and all.
" Well forgive me but I don't think you know shit about my life to
comment about it," said Richard voice dangerously low.
Aya looked up to see him shrugging the comment as if it was
irrelevant. It wasn't irrelevant to Richard.
" I meant it Aya," said Richard getting up and pacing the room
angrily. " You have no idea how much I have gone through to get
where I am."
" Neither do you. Do you think I am some kind of whore that sleeps
with her clients and kills people at the same time? Get it through
your head, I am not interested in you. You Americans are so damn pig
headed," hissed Aya through clenched teeth. After saying this Aya
took hold of the end of the table, the whole place was spinning.
" Aya are you okay?' asked Richard placing a hand out to steady the
redhead.
" I am fine just go away," said Aya sitting on the chair to stop the
room from spinning. It didn't help.
" Aya you need help, let me see…" said Richard before he placed a
hand in Aya's forehead. " You are burning up, didn't you notice?"
" I guess not," said Aya giving a wry smile. The redhead simply sat
there trying to get his head in some kind of order. How he wished he
could be alone, how he hoped Richard wouldn't be so damn persistent
and go home. Richard got up and went to the bathroom to look for
some medication. Aya just laid his head against the cool of the
table trying to get cold. It was too damn hot inside here, he felt
as if he were suffocating. Getting up Aya walked out the door into
the chilly afternoon air. He sat down in a bench on his backyard
cooling off. Richard came out with the medicine and a glass of water.
" I think you should take these," said Richard quietly. Aya could
see that he felt guilty. [Let him]
" I am sorry," said Richard quietly looking into the forest. " You
should go get some sleep. I will check on you."
" Please just go," said Aya already tired of Richard's intruding
presence.
" I will leave once you are feeling better, I promise," said Richard
trailing a finger against Aya's cheek. Aya evaded the caress before
getting up and walking into his bedroom to fall asleep. Richard
stayed to take care of Aya. He walked around the house noting how
Aya didn't have anything personal. The house looked like it belonged
in a catalog. Entering Aya's room he noticed that the redhead was
mumbling in his sleep.
" …sorry Yohji…Ai shiteiru…" mumbled Aya before Richard put a cool
cloth to his forehead.
Suddenly Richard was very jealous. He knew a little Japanese enough
to understand Aya's ramblings. He put his face near Aya's so close
he could almost taste the redhead.
" You dream of them…your past lovers," said Richard staring at Aya's
lips. " I want you so much and you won't let me have a taste.
Usually it is easier for me to get under someone's pants."
Aya mumbled something and raised a hand to wave Richard away.
Richard was hypnotized, he wanted to taste Aya very much but now Aya
wouldn't know fantasy from reality. Lowering himself Richard brushed
his lips against Aya's feeling how soft Aya's lips were. Groaning he
deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue past Aya's lips. Aya moaned
and put his hands around Richard's neck. Richard cupped Aya's face
and started kissing fervently feeling Aya starting to respond. Aya
shifted breaking the kiss making Richard get up and watch the
redhead's face. Aya didn't seem to notice anything. Trailing a
finger across Aya's face Richard wanted to take Aya then and there
but something Aya said stopped him. Listening to what Aya was saying
Richard recognized the name " …Yohji…"
Hearing the name made Richard furious. Walking out of the house
Richard left Aya alone needing to get away.
Yohji could hear the moaning sounds coming from Ken's room. [I guess
there at it again] Those two couldn't keep their hands away from
each other. Sometimes Yohji would pleasure himself imagining it was
Aya doing it. Afterwards he would feel the cad for doing it but at
least for those moments he felt contented. However, now he didn't
feel up to it. All day yesterday he had spent thinking about what
Omi had told him. Aya was in the US and had kept on with his life.
At least that is what Yohji wanted so when he saw the redhead, he
could beat him to a pulp. Tomorrow he was going to ask Omi if there
was any way of getting a telephone number or something to talk to
Aya. Of course thinking about it Aya would flip and skip town.
Getting up from where he was resting Yohji picked up his coat and
slipped out of the apartment as quietly as possible. Noting the
forth room Yohji chuckled at the irony. When they had first moved
here the three of them had decided to leave a room open just in case
Aya returned. Well that had been about nine months ago and still Aya
gone. Yohji loved walking when he was thinking of a way to resolve a
problem and the problem right now was Aya. Did Aya even care about
him? Love him? Yohji didn't know. The redhead was very good at
hiding his real emotions. Yohji was now sure that he loved Aya, which
was funny considering that they only slept together once. Once and
Yohji had become addicted. How he wished they had a mission that way
those two inside wouldn't be screwing each other silly and he
wouldn't be thinking about Aya.
Aya was waking up by degrees, a feeling of being cold made him regain
consciousness. Then Aya wondered when he had fallen asleep. That
made him bolt out of bed and succeed in making the world spin around
him.
" Damn," whispered Aya looking for a bottle of aspirin. It had been
a long time since he had gotten sick, at least sick enough to be bed
ridden. He was still sick but at least now he could function.
Trailing a hand through his hair to the back of his neck Aya noticed
the amount of sweat clinging to his body. He needed a shower fast
and with that went ahead to take a shower. While in the shower Aya
was trying to remember most of his fever induced dreams but could
only remember a particular one. The dream that involved Yohji doing
some wonderful things to him. It had almost been a shame to wake
up. Aside from the fact that he had enjoyed the dream it troubled
him more. Dreaming of Yohji was not a good sign since Aya was trying
to forget Yohji not create new fantasies about him. Toweling his
hair Aya raided his closet to get something to wear, khakis with a
white shirt. While brushing his hair Aya noticed that he needed a
haircut if he didn't want his hair to become shoulder length and
start being a bother. Entering the kitchen he noticed a flowerpot
with violets and a note.
" What is he thinking?" mumbled Aya getting close enough to smell the
aroma of the flowers and read the note.
THOUGHT YOU NEEDED A LITTLE LIFT. I WILL SEE YOU LATER. SINCERELY
YOURS RICHARD.
" I don't understand with I always get the stalkers," said Aya while
picking up the pot to put it near the kitchen window.
Richard was very anxious to get off work. Even though he was the
owner of the company that didn't mean he could just skip work
everyday. Two days ago after hearing what Aya was mumbling he had
been furious. Jealous even that Aya didn't pay any attention to
him. The redhead still saw him as a client nothing more. Well maybe
a little more but not as Richard wanted. Richard wanted Aya to be
physically attracted to him. However, that wasn't happening. Aya
was more stubborn than he looked. Maybe he should just make himself
scarce and Aya would miss him. [Yeah right] Aya would be glad to
have him off his back. Happy at not having to deal with an
infatuated person.
" Mr. Barry, Mr. Smith here to see you," said Susie through the
intercom.
" Send him in," said Richard putting on his false smile.
Scott Smith entered the room. This was a man that knew he drew
attention. He was about 6ft. brunette with pale blue eyes. His
posture gave an impression of pure strength of character, someone
that never lost.
" Scott," said Richard signaling the chair in front of him. " How
are you today?"
" Oh spare me the bullshit Richard. We both know you don't mean it,"
said Scott staring at Richard through slitted eyes.
" Are you angry?" asked Richard amused. Scott was very jealous and
the fact that almost as soon as they broke up he was after Aya…
" So you got a new whore?" asked Scott putting on a fake smile.
" Not a whore," said Richard not saying more because he knew what
Scott wanted was information. Try to get rid of the competition.
" Well we all know your tastes," said Scott waving a hand as if to
end the discussion. " So am I still going to the Vienna convention
next week or not?"
" Yes, that is business," said Richard seriously. " I don't mix
business with my personal life."
Scott snorted at that. " Yes, yes…"
" Anyway I want to stay about a week after the convention ends. I
was just wondering if the company could pay for that," said Scott
looking at Richard as if to say `Don't you dare say no.'
" Hmm, I will have to think about it," said Richard sarcastically. "
I really don't see why you need the company to pay for it. You have
enough money."
" That doesn't mean I want to spend it," said Scott raking a hand
through his hair. " Don't get cheap on me."
Richard laughed at that. He had never been cheap when it came to
Scott, had spent a lot of money in keeping the man happy. Guess it
wasn't enough.
" Okay I will see what I can do. No promises," said Richard amused
at how daring Scott was. Well that is Scott for you. Scott got up
to go pausing in the doorway to say, " Is it a guy or a girl?"
" A guy, a redhead," said Richard smiling.
" Hmm, you were always a sucker for red," said Scott giving Richard a
wry smile.
Omi had woken up content with the heat emanating from the body lying
next to his. They were both exhausted after going at it all night.
Ken stirred beside him, he was starting to wake. Getting up Omi put
on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before going downstairs. When he
entered the kitchen Omi noticed that Yohji was already up. Seemed to
have been up for a while. The blonde's hair was damp from an early
shower and he was all dressed in black.
" Ohayo Yohji," said Omi cheerily.
" Ohayo Omi, sleep well? Oh what I'm I saying you didn't sleep," said
Yohji teasing Omi. Omi blushed ten shades of red before telling
Yohji to shut up.
" It's okay Omi-kun. I looove you guys," said Yohji sarcastically.
" Are-are you okay Yohji-kun?" asked Omi quietly.
" No. I am grouchy because I didn't sleep," said Yohji turning to
read the paper.
" Why? Was it our fault?" asked Omi sitting down besides Yohji.
"No, don't worry about it kiddo. I was thinking. Hey is there anyway
you could get a phone number or something?" asked Yohji eagerly.
" Well there is but like I told you I have narrowed down to an area.
That area has about five thousand people. That is a lot of phone
numbers," said Omi smiling wryly.
" Will you tell me when you get something?" asked Yohji quietly. "
Don't tell Ken I asked."
" Sure Yohji –kun," said Omi giving Yohji a hug. " We will find him
just have a bit of faith.
" The only thing faith has done for me was screw me over," said Yohji
putting on a fake smile.
" I know," said Omi.
TBC