Violet eyes
Chapter 5
"So did you hear about the new guy they got working at Bacchus now?"
"The red head? Hiromi was talking about him earlier, going on about how
hot he is. You get a chance to check him out yet?"
"Nah, just found out from Ryo that there almost was a fight last night
over this guy. Wanna go see if he’s worth the fuss?"
"Sure, why not. Nothing much going on here, besides I’m always up to scoping
out some new ass."
Yohji slammed his shot glass down onto the bar. The bartender he’d been talking
to eyed him curiously. "Something wrong?"
"Sorry, just remembered that I forgot to do something." Like borrow
Aya’s sword so as to chop a couple of idiots into pieces. Very little pieces.
This had not been the first conversation that the blonde had overheard concerning
his kitten. Each time he’d had to force himself to focus on the mission and
not turn around to knock some sense into the guys. It was getting harder and
harder to suppress the urge to maim and kill, especially upon hearing Aya being
treated like some new attraction, or as if he were a piece of meat. It seemed
that Yohji’s possessive display last night hadn’t discouraged the red head’s
suitors in the least. If anything, it had increased his appeal. ‘We’ll just
have to see about that. Nobody is gonna mess around with my red head, no one.’
Dredging up a smile as he pushed aside thoughts of homicide, Yohji returned
to his interrupted discussion. "You were saying something about your friend,
the one who got attacked a month ago?" Yohji had followed a lead he’d picked
up earlier, and used his considerable charm to get the bartender, Nakatani,
to open up to him. He’d found out the man was a good friend of one Koyu Saito,
the next to last victim. After almost an hour of sitting there, nursing drinks
and chatting, the blonde had unsuspectingly led the conversation to the attacks.
For the past fifteen minutes, Nakatani had described how his friend was trying
to piece back together his life, what with losing his eyesight, and the trauma
of the rape and abuse.
"Yeah, he’d just gotten home from the hospital when we heard about the
last guy, Katsura. We were afraid the news would put him back in the hospital.
Seeing how bad that sick bastard beaten’d Koyu up, it’s not surprising the other
guy died."
"So how’s your friend holding up?"
"The doctors got him seeing this psychologist, and he’ll start some physical
therapy in a few weeks, learn how to get around without being able to see and
all. His family has been great about being there for him, helping him out. They’re
talking about maybe moving away from the city, what with that psycho still being
out there. I don’t think Koyu’s gonna ever be able to really get over it while
he’s still running around."
"I don’t blame the guy. I hope he gets better soon." Yohji stood up,
and put on his coat. "It’s been nice talking with you, but there’s someone
I need to meet down at Bacchus. See you around." Yohji had turned to leave,
when he felt a tug at his jacket sleeve.
"You headed down to Bacchus?" As the blonde nodded, the other man
let go of the jacket, and fumbled around the shot glasses littering the bar
top. "I don’t mean to badmouth another bar, or try to scare ya, but…. just
watch yourself down there, ok?
"Is there something I should now about the place that I’m missing?"
"It’s just, you know my friend, Koyu, well he was leaving Bacchus the night
he got nabbed, and a couple of the other guys were regulars at the place. Seems
to me there’s a bad vibe around that bar right now. You and your friend might
want to head somewhere else." With that, the man hurried off to the other
side of the bar.
Yohji mulled this bit of news over in his head as he walked out the door. He
couldn’t remember the police report on Saito mentioning Bacchus at all, just
that the man had failed to meet a group of friends at the Palace the night he
was kidnapped. He wondered what else was left out in those reports. Was there
a stronger tie to the club Aya was working at than Weiss had previously thought?
He knew it was the most popular bar in the area, everyone seemed to stop in
at some point, even if they were on their way to another bar in the district.
That was one of the reasons Aya was working there.
The blonde’s fingers tightened on the cigarette he was smoking, crushing it.
Even though he knew Aya was at Bacchus just as much as bait as he was looking
for leads, Yohji went cold at the thought of his kitten catching the target’s
eye. He didn’t think he could handle the fact that the swordsman might be taken
as the next victim. Yohji knew that Aya was very good at looking after himself,
but he had thought the same thing about Asuka. Having lost someone he loved
once already, Yohji didn’t think he could stand it if it happened again. There
was no way he would risk losing his kitten, especially when he had just found
him.
*******
Aya was back to mentally chanting his litany as he waited tables for the second
night. While there hadn’t been any repeat attempts to literally pick him up,
the customers were quite busy flinging innuendos and passes his way. The red
head thought to himself rather caustically that if Omi had needed any fingerprints
in his search for their target, he could dust Aya’s pants for them. It seemed
as if every male in the bar had found some excuse to pat him on the lower body
at one point that evening. It was so bad the red head was about to lose his
voice from snarling all night long.
The only plus to his shift so far was that during a break he had found out some
background info on Teddy and his brother Mickey. It was the bartender that the
assassin was interested in, as one potential suspect. Teddy and Seiichi both
had been a valuable source of information, helping him identify several other
individuals he was suspicious of; between the two of them the servers knew everybody.
Aya’d had to put up with more of their teasing though, as they kept asking him
if he was looking to trade his boyfriend in for someone new.
Unfortunately, one of Aya’s customers had overheard that remark, and the red
head found himself in the absurd situation of defending his non- existent relationship
with Yohji to complete strangers. It was enough to make him want to bash his
head against the bar, repeatedly. Two more weeks of this, the red head lamented
as he smacked away yet another touchy hand. Two more weeks and I will be /begging/
the target to kidnap me, just to get away from this place.
‘I don’t know if it’s this place or what, but that assignment with Crashers
was never as bad as this one. I guess it really made that much of a difference
having Knight hang around, keeping an eye on me.’
Aya frowned fiercely at that thought, unknowing frightening away an older man
about to whisper something rather suggestive in his ear. The red head hated
to think that he needed anyone to keep an eye on him, he was fine by himself.
Yet here he was, wishing that Yohji would just show up or something, anything
to give him a break from being constantly hit upon. He was not a very physical
person to begin with, and he really didn’t think he could take another stranger
touching him. ‘Great, this is what I’ve been reduced to, waiting for Yohji Kudoh
of all people to come to my rescue.’
As if summoned by will, Yohji walked into the club at that moment. He began
to work his way to the bar, looking around to spot his teammate.
"Not you again."
Standing in front of Yohji was the manager from last night. "Kei, isn’t
it?"
"Kei Takeshi. What do you think you are doing here, Mr. Kudoh? I hope you
aren’t planning on another incident like last night."
"Yeah, as long as your customers are behaving themselves, we won’t have
to worry, will we. I’m just here to check up on, uh, Makoto, Red, whatever you
guys are calling him." Yohji was trying to use his height to search over
the crowd, looking for a familiar red head.
"I thought I mentioned last night that I’m not crazy about my employees’
dates hanging around while they work. This sound familiar?"
Yohji gave up his search with a sigh, preparing to duke it out with Aya’s boss.
"Yes, you did say that. Look, I’m not planning on staying here for the
kitten’s shift, I just want to check in on him, make sure he’s doing all right,
and find out what time I need to pick him up. It may have escaped your notice,
but there is some whacko out there with a thing for pretty men, and I’d feel
a lot better knowing my boyfriend is okay."
Kei managed a sigh of his own. "I’m very aware of that nutcase running
around, Bacchus lost a young man we all cared about to him, that makes it rather
difficult to forget." He stared hard at the taller man for a minute. As
much as he hated to give in, he knew the other man had made his point. "Alright.
You can hang out here for a while, but I don’t want any fights and you will
not bother Red while he’s busy. Just sit at the bar for a bit, and try to behave."
Knowing he won, Yohji tossed a parting remark over his shoulder as he headed
to the bar. "As much as I’m able to."
Shaking his head, Kei headed back to his office, deciding it would be best not
to be on the floor for the next while. ‘At least Mickey will get a break from
watching the new guy. Just hope the place doesn’t get too demolished.’
Yohji meanwhile had finally made it to the bar. Purloining a stool with the
ease of one well accustomed to crowded bars, he settled down. He recognized
the bartender as the foreigner armed with a bat the night before, and waved
him over. "I’ll take a shot of whiskey. Kei told me that I could sit here
for a while as long as I’m a good boy. My boyfriend still working around here?"
Mickey nodded, and pointed over to some crowded tables where a slender red head
was working. Pouring the shot, Mickey wasn’t that surprised over Kei letting
Red’s boyfriend back in the place. Try as he could, the manager usually ended
up giving in to the people dating his workers, he wasn’t a bad guy at heart.
And he was probably hoping the blonde’s presence would calm Red’s customers
down a bit. The new guy was turning out to be rather popular, and the strain
of all that attention was beginning to tell on the red head. Also, Mickey could
now resume keeping an eye out on his younger brother.
Yohji downed the shot, and waited for his moment to pounce. He didn’t need to
wait for long. After a few minutes, he spotted his kitten storming up to the
bar, the glare on his face almost up to Shi-ne level. Catching him has he walked
past, Yohji hugged the smaller man, and kissed him on the forehead. "Hello,
Beautiful. What’s happening?" The blonde felt some of the tension leave
his body, as he held his kitten safe in his arms.
Aya blinked up at the taller man. He felt a wave of relief and desire wash over
him to see the blonde, and was immediately anger with himself over it. ‘I /do
not/ need Yohji to rescue me.’ Out loud, the red head demanded to know what
Yohji was doing there.
Smiling at the frown his kitten was giving him, he ran his fingers through red
hair, marveling at its texture and coolness. Feeling Aya lean ever so slightly
into the caress, Yohji’s green eyes sparkled. "Just thought I’d stop by,
have a drink or two while finding out what time my kitten gets off work tonight.
Why? Want me to leave?"
The red head found himself equally torn between shouting "Yes" and
"No". He settled for just nodding his head. Aware of all the attention
the two of them were attracting, Aya stepped closer to Yohji, and wrapped his
arms around the man’s neck. "I should be done by two thirty. Are you allowed
to be here?"
Feeling a jolt surge through his body at the red head’s actions, it was Yohji’s
turn to nod. Bending his head to nuzzle at his kitten’s neck, he dazedly noted
that the red head still smelled of roses. Touching his lips to the alabaster
column, he felt as well as heard Aya’s gasp. His tongue darted out to taste
smooth skin, so sweet and slightly salty from sweat. Unable to stop himself,
he began suck on the red head’s neck, determined to leave a mark so all the
men here could see that Aya was taken.
Stunned by the blonde’s actions, Aya just stood there, leaning even more into
Yohji’s arms as his legs became wobbly. He tilted his head to the side, allowing
the blonde better access, and felt a moan build deep in his throat. All thoughts
escaped his head, and he could only feel the man’s lips and tongue on his neck.
He came back to himself as he heard the catcalls and cheers from his customers.
Feeling heat spread across his face, Aya tugged on Yohji’s long hair, trying
to get the man’s attention.
Finally breaking free from his kitten due to the almost frantic tugs on his
hair, Yohji tightened his hold on the slender man. "Mmm, you taste so good,
Kitten," he drawled, green eyes staring down into violet. He licked his
lips slowly, watching as those violet orbs followed his tongue. Looking down,
a wolfish smile appeared on his face as he took in the impressive love bite
on the pale neck.
"Yohji." Aya stopped, frowning at the quaver in his voice. He tried
it again. "Yohji, I’m supposed to be working. Sit here if you want, but
let me go." The ice was back in Aya’s tone, but only by a supreme effort
of will. His knees still felt weak, and his scalp was tingling.
Letting go of his red head rather reluctantly, Yohji leaned back against the
bar. "I’m not going anywhere yet." He watched his kitten walk back
to his tables, a little uncertain on his feet. He smirked upon seeing this,
and tried to find a more comfortable position on the barstool. His pants had
become almost unbearably tight. The blonde turned around, hoping a strong drink
might help him settle down. He looked up to find the bartender watching him,
a big grin on his hairy face.
"You call that being good?"
"Yeah, well, I didn’t completely ravish the poor kitten, did I? I call
that being very, very good."
The big man laughed while pouring Yohji a double. "Well, I think you’ve
given Red a reprieve." He decided to elaborate when this statement was
greeted by a raised eyebrow. "You sorta took the wind out of a lot of sails
with that display. A lot of guys just realized they can’t compete with what
you and Red got."
"Oh, and how is that?"
"Let’s just put it this way. You’re not the only who’s sitting a bit uncomfortable
right now, and all /they/ were doing were watching. I’d say that is pretty impressive
chemistry. I don’t even want to think what the two of you are like at home in
bed. Might blow a gasket or something." Chuckling, the big man moved away,
busy pouring a drink for another customer.
"Oh, you don’t want to know just how much I’ve been thinking about it,
" was the moaned response from Yohji.
*******
Yohji spent an hour hanging out at the bar in Bacchus. He considered it time
very well spent. Between nursing another couple drinks, and glaring down some
of Aya’s more enthusiastic customers, he spent the rest of the time watching
his kitten. It was one of his favorite activities, watching that graceful and
beautiful man move. And for once he had a legitimate excuse for his staring.
Twice more during the shift the two Weiss put on a show in an attempt to drive
home the point that ‘Red’ was taken. The first time was when Yohji snatched
Aya away from a table of men who were attempting to trap the red head against
the wall. Trying out his own Shi-ne glare, the blonde pulled the swordsman back
to the bar, and commenced to do some serious slow dancing. Aya had been stiff
at first, but as Yohji held him close and rocked their pelvises together, the
red head slowly relaxed. By the end of the first song the two men were moving
in perfect sync, bodies melded into each other. Aya broke it off after the second
song, almost desperate when he felt his body starting to respond. Yohji was
left once again to try and cool down.
The second time was when Yohji had to go; he decided to leave the guys, and
Aya, with something to remember him by. He all but pulled the red head onto
his lap, determined to leave Aya as frustrated as he was, and another mark on
that slender neck. He was successful in both attempts. The blonde swore that
his kitten had been purring when he finally pulled back, violet eyes glazed
over and body limp in Yohji’s arms. It had taken the red head a minute or two
to grasp the fact that Yohji was saying goodbye, and that he’d be back in another
hour or so. The only consolation the older man could take in leaving his kitten
there like that was the fact that he had finally gotten a definite response
from Aya’s body. He had felt the other man’s hard on when he hugged him goodbye.
Not that it helped him much with his own problem.
The brunette, Seiichi, caught his attention as he made his way to the door.
The other man made a fanning motion with his hand as he grinned in approval.
Yohji grinned back, and mouthed ‘watch the kitten’. Seiichi nodded. Before he
could leave, another young man, this time with long hair and wearing of all
things a plaid skirt, patted him on the back and gave him a thumb’s up sign.
This managed to distract the assassin from his discomfort somewhat, as he tried
to figure out if he had had too much to drink and was now seeing things.
*******
"I told you, the bar’s closed, time for you to get home, or wherever. Now
leave."
Aya looked up from the table he had been clearing, eyes blinking as the overhead
lights were suddenly turned up. Mickey was half carrying a rather inebriated
customer to the door. Noting the man’s strength, the red head once again turned
back to the task at hand, eager for a distraction. He felt his body tense up
at the thought that any minute now Yohji would be walking through the door,
ready to drive him home.
The red head had been unable to think of anything beside the blonde ever since
the other man had left. Fortunately the displays that the two of them had put
on did have an effect on the bar’s customers; they had been much better behaved
the rest of the night, content to just tease their server about his ardent lover.
However, this reprieve did not allow Aya much peace of mind. He was once again
obsessed with trying figuring out Yohji’s motives, and trying to calm his hormones
down.
He just didn’t get it. This time a week ago the blonde had acted as if it physically
pained him to be in the same room with Aya for more than a few minutes. There
had even been a couple of days when Aya hadn’t seen the other man at all, so
intent the blonde was to avoid him. Now here he was, escorting the red head
around, and pretending to be his boyfriend. And appearing very willing to do
whatever was needed to keep that illusion going. Aya had the marks to prove
it after all, and would probably be wearing turtlenecks for days to come. It
just didn’t make sense, this abrupt one-eighty in attitude.
If Yohji’s sudden change of heart was a bit confusing, then Aya’s own was even
more baffling. Before this mission had started, the red head had been ready
to run Yohji through with his katana, that was how upset and angry he had been
towards the man. And just tonight he had allowed said man to maul him in public.
Several times. Aya was so confused he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; both
reactions were rather telling signs about his emotional turmoil.
Pulling at his eartails in an attempt to get his emotions under control, the
red head paused in his duties. It had been a long time since the assassin had
been afraid for himself. All of his concern and fear had been directed towards
his sister; making sure she was looked after and safe. But the young man was
a bit scared by the emotions and longings Yohji had awoken in him. He had desired
the blonde from afar ever since he had woken up in the older man’s bed, finding
him nearby watching him. But that desire had been for the most part controllable,
especially when Yohji went out of his way to avoid him. The older man had been
put off by Aya’s mask of ice and indifference. This mission however, had changed
the dynamics of their relationship.
Somehow, Aya found himself forced into close contact and more with the blonde
while working this case. The mask was no longer holding Yohji at bay, and for
some reason his teammate seemed as determined to notice and provoke a reaction
from the swordsman as he had been to ignore before. And he was proving quite
skilled in getting those reactions. Aya had been strongly rattled to find his
body responding to Yohji’s caresses not once but twice tonight, and that was
what had him scared. He didn’t know how he was to counter what the blonde was
doing to him. He was so inexperienced in the matter of passion that it was laughable.
Hell, he hadn’t even had a hickey until tonight, and here he was sporting two.
Compounding the problem was the fact that it wasn’t just desire that he felt
towards his teammate. Simple desire could have been given into, either with
the blonde or some other willing body. Aya had certainly had enough offers the
past two days to suit even his picky nature. But for some reason Aya had always
had a soft spot for Yohji, had felt closer to the blonde than the other members
of Weiss. Aya knew if he gave in to his feelings with the playboy, it would
be equal measures of lust and affection, maybe even love. Which would be incredibly
stupid, what with Yohji’s romantic track record. The red head would find himself
dumped as soon as the blonde got bored. And it was a well established fact that
Aya didn’t deal well with loss.
Lost in his thoughts, Aya all but jumped when he realized that a hand was being
waved in front of his face. "Earth to Red, come in Red. Everything’s taken
care of out here, just relax until your boyfriend shows up."
"Maybe that’s why he’s so distracted Seiichi. He was probably thinking
about what the two of them could get up to at home, and there you go disturbing
him." Teddy leered at the red head. "You know, a couple of us here
got a betting pool going on how many more love bites you’ll be sporting tomorrow.
You wouldn’t want to help a poor guy out and maybe deal some inside information,
huh?" The American tried to look innocent at that last remark, but the
attempt was ruined by the wicked gleam in his light blue eyes.
"Hn."
"Really Teddy, can’t you Army brats think of anything but sex? Ignore the
hentai bastard, Red, some of us think it’s just romantic how your boyfriend
can’t keep his hands off you. You’re lucky to find such a sexy guy like him."
"Hn." Aya was sooo not willing to have this conversation. He began
to look around for something to distract the two young men with.
"Speak of the devil, there’s your ride home. Or is he the one doing the
riding?"
"Teddy!! Try to show some manners for once. I don’t know how your brother
or your boyfriend puts up with you."
"Yeah well, Mickey’s family, he has to, and I make it worth David’s while."
"Pervert."
"Yep"
Aya pinched his nose, trying to will away the headache he’d gotten during the
two servers’ banter. He briefly wondered if there was someplace where he could
hide before Yohji spotted him. That idea was shot down by Teddy loudly shouting
out "Oy! Loverboy, over here." Aya wondered just how mad Mickey would
be if the swordsman killed his brother.
Resigned to his fate, Aya headed over to door, where Yohji was waiting. Fortunately
for his health, Teddy just winked as Seiichi wished the red head good night,
and didn’t add anything else. As soon as he was within arm’s reach of the blonde,
he found himself once again swept into an embrace.
"Miss me Kitten?" Yohji smiled down at the exhausted red head. He
had spent the past hour or so sitting in yet another bar, half-heartedly listening
for any talk about the attacks. Most of his attention had been on fantasizing
what he would when he got his kitten home for the night. Now that he was sure
Aya wanted him, there was no reason for the blonde to hold himself back from
declaring his feelings.
Sighing, Aya responded back. "Yohji, can we just go home, I’m a bit tired
right now."
"Sure thing," Yohji replied back, frowning in concern. "Your
chariot awaits. Here, put your coat on, it’s a little chilly out there."
The ride home was just as quiet as the earlier trip. Yohji kept glancing aside
at Aya, who was silently sitting with his eyes closed. The blonde noticed that
the smaller man was tense, and doubted that he was sleeping. He decided to just
let his kitten rest and unwind.
As soon as the car pulled into the garage and came to a stop, Aya got out of
it, intent on reaching the relative safety of his bedroom. Cursing softly, Yohji
turned off the engine and raced after the other man. ‘You’re not getting away
so easily, Kitten.’
He caught up with the smaller man in the kitchen. Grabbing a slender wrist,
Yohji yanked the man into his arms. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"I told you, I’m tired. I just want to go to bed right now. Alone."
Aya glared up at the taller man. Struggling to get free, he just found himself
pinned even tighter to Yohji’s chest. Feeling the blonde’s warmth soak in as
his long hair tickled Aya’s face, the swordsman found himself unconsciously
relaxing. As soon as he realized this, he tensed up again.
Keeping one arm in a firm hold around his kitten’s waist, Yohji lifted a hand
to brush red hair away from a delicate face. Cupping the smaller man’s chin,
he forced Aya to look up at him. Tracing the fine cheekbones with a finger,
Yohji bent down and gently bit on Aya’s right earlobe, tugging gently on it.
Hearing an indrawn breath, he let go, only to place a kiss on the skin right
beneath the ear. Feeling his kitten shiver, he asked huskily, "Are you
so sure about that?" He began running his fingers through Aya’s hair again,
remembering how much the red head had liked that before.
Feeling his resolve start to crumble, Aya tried to answer back. "No, yes,
I mean ye…" He found himself cut off as Yohji bent down and captured his
mouth, tongue delving deep.
Feeling the smaller man begin to relax once more, Yohji kept up the barrage
on his red head’s senses. Aya was much more agreeable when he was feeling, not
thinking. He thrust his tongue into his kitten’s mouth, teasing and licking
and just tasting that wonderful Aya flavor that had him craving more. Letting
go of his hold on the swordsman’s waist, he began to run teasing caresses up
and down the man’s spine. His other hand was buried deep into that glorious
hair, tilting the man’s head this way and that as Yohji plundered his mouth.
Aya was lost once again in the sensations that the older man provoked, feeling
safe and warm and cherished. He tentatively began to kiss Yohji back as his
arms crept up around the blonde’s neck. Unsure of what exactly he was supposed
to do, but willing to follow Yohji’s example, he used his tongue to taste Yohji.
Feeling Aya start to respond back, the blonde pulled him in even closer, rubbing
his erection against the man’s hip as his hand cupped the red head’s ass.
Realizing that things were moving way too fast, into areas that he was way too
unfamiliar with, Aya suddenly pulled back. Not managing to break completely
free, he nonetheless got his arms inbetween his and Yohji’s body, and gained
some needed space.
"Yohji, stop. Now."
Feeling as if he had just slammed into a brick wall, Yohji opened his eyes,
breathing heavily. About to ask the red head what the hell was the matter, he
paused, stunned. Aya was looking up at him with what could only be fear in his
eyes. Speaking softly, "Aya, what’s wrong?"
Shivering slightly, Aya closed his eyes, so as not to see the confusion and
desire on Yohji’s face. "This is what’s wrong Yohji. Why, why are you doing
this? Why now? Why me?"
Trying to push down his desire long enough to string together two coherent thoughts,
Yohji shook his head. "I don’t think I understand Aya."
Anger quickly replacing fear, Aya grabbed a handful of the blonde’s shirt. "Why
are you acting like this? A week ago you wouldn’t even look at me, now you’re
trying to get into bed with me. Why this sudden change? Can’t go screwing around
during the mission so you decide I’m the next best thing? Is that it?"
Yohji glanced down into violet eyes flashing with anger. "Is that what
you believe this is all about? Do you really think I’d treat a teammate, a friend
like that?" Those eyes only continued to glare back at him.
Running a hand through his blonde locks, Yohji tried to figure out how things
had come to this. Just moments ago his arms had been filled with one very willing
and submissive kitten. Now he was being glared at while having absurd accusations
flung in his face.
As an uncomfortable silence spread throughout the room, Yohji realized that
Aya wasn’t going anywhere until he got an answer. Thinking back on what the
red head had said, he guessed it did make some sense. Yohji had gone from one
extreme to the other, from avoiding Aya to being dead set on having him. But
it was only because the blonde had realized that it was possible for Aya to
want him too, that maybe he didn’t have to suffer in love from afar when there
was a chance of Aya loving him back. If he hadn’t of had an excuse to touch
and kiss the red head, under the pretext of the mission, none of this would
of come about. But how did he convince Aya of that.
Yohji became aware of how the younger man was trembling in his arms. Suddenly
he remembered that flash of fear he had spotted in Aya’s eyes as the red head
broke from the kiss. This is about more than him being angry, the blonde realized.
Pieces of a puzzle were beginning to form in his head. The awkward way the man
kissed back, as if he’d never done it before, the way his reactions were just
a touch off, as if he was unsure of how he was supposed to act. The fear and
startlement if Yohji moved too quick, or provoked a strong reaction. Shit, thought
the blonde, I don’t think he’s ever done anything like this before. I knew Aya
was repressed, but could he possibly still be a virgin?
He knew better than to ask the red head that question, especially at that moment.
He was willing to be that the answer would be yes. And with that realization
all of his fantasies and plans of seduction went out the window. No wonder his
kitten was so confused. Feeling and doing these things for probably the first
time in his life. To have all this happen so suddenly, with a man who hadn’t
seemed to care for him the day before. There was no way Aya would believe that
Yohji was doing this because he was in love with the man, he’d only think the
worst. But Yohji wasn’t going to let the matter drop. If anything, Aya’s inexperience
just made the blonde want him more. It just meant that he truly would be Yohji’s
and Yohji’s alone.
You still have to convince him to trust you though, the blonde reminded himself.
Aya was a person who tended to believe actions better than words. Yohji realized
that he would have to prove himself to the red head first, and that meant letting
him go tonight.
Raising a hand to tenderly brush back crimson bangs, Yohji looked deeply into
violet eyes, trying to convince them of his sincerity. "Aya, I would never
treat someone I care about the way you just described. I know you probably don’t
believe me right now, but I truly do care about you. I’m sorry to have been
such a jerk lately. I’ve been trying to figure a few things out. I wasn’t angry
at you or Ken or Omi. It was just easier to think things through elsewhere."
"This may be hard to believe, but I happen to find you a very beautiful,
very desirous man. I’ve always thought so, from the moment I first saw you.
Maybe it took this mission to finally give me the courage to make a move on
you. You have to admit you tend to keep people at arm’s length, it’s not easy
to find an excuse to hold you and kiss you, let alone touch you. So while it
may seem sudden to you, this is actually something that has been building in
me for a long time. I guess that’s why I’m moving so fast, I tend to forget
that maybe this is all new to you. But believe me, this is about more than trying
to get into your pants. I care about you and our friendship too much to do something
as stupid as that."
Startled by the sober change that had overtaken the older man, Aya could only
stand there, staring back into earnest green eyes. Part of him desperately wanted
to believe that Yohji was telling the truth. He truly wanted to trust the older
man, but only time would tell if he could.
As he felt his face being tilted up again, Aya prepared for another assault
on his senses. Instead he only felt lips lightly brush against first his forehead,
then his mouth. He was held for a few more seconds, and then let go. His hands
came up to rub his arms as he suddenly felt cold.
"Go to bed, Kitten. You do look tired. And try to get some sleep tonight.
Let Ken and Omi worry about the shop in the morning." Aya was amazed at
how soft and concerned Yohji’s voice sounded. He could only nod his head as
he headed for the stairs.
Watching his kitten leave the room, Yohji sighed deeply. ‘I’m going to do whatever
it takes to convince you to love me, Aya. There is no way I’m letting you go.
You might not know it now, but you’re already mine. You just need to figure
that out.’
*******
Well, there it is, hope you like it. I /am/ going to have to focus a bit more
on the mission in the next chapter. It will be so hard to tear myself away from
torturing these lovely men. They’re more fun to torment than undergrads (sorry
sorry, couldn’t help myself there).
Now for a bit of warning. You might notice little things, like dates or years,
changing a bit in the following chapters. I reread the story and only /now/
realized that there are a few inconsistencies, like what day of the week it
is and how long Aya has been an assassin, that I really feel the need to correct.
So I will do so from this point, and when the story is all done go back and
fix the earlier chapters. Along with all the minor typos that for some reason
I can’t notice when I write and edit the story, but can spot the second /after/
it is posted. I apologize for my incompetence, and believe me, I am hanging
my head in shame.
Ja ne….