One Night

A note from the author: Thank you so much to all of you who have read One Night. And a special 'thank you' to those who have taken the time to comment. It really helps and makes me happy to know that someone is enjoying the story. --mac

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Yohji groaned as Omi finished helping him get his shirt back on. They’d been doing the exercises to strengthen his shoulder for the past week and Yohji was finally able to leave the sling off now.

“Thanks, Omi. Do you think the doc will take the cast off soon so I can take a soak in the tub?” Yohji settled back against the pillows.

“Not for another week, Yohji. I heard her say yesterday when she stopped by that because of the pin, they couldn’t risk removing it sooner,” Omi answered while placing the massage oil in the nightstand.

“Did she happen to mention when I could stop being on complete bed rest?” Aya asked rather testily from the other side of the bed.

Since Omi and Ken knew about their relationship, plus the fact that there was just one bedroom on the first floor of Villa White, he and Aya had been sharing the only bed in the room this past month. Yohji bit his lip against a smile at his lover’s peevish look. Aya had pissed off the doctor so much that she refused to talk to him when she came by to check their injuries.

“She said as long as you’re able to walk around for a little while each day without any pain that you could probably be up and around without restriction by the end of the week.” Omi walked to the door before saying, “Do you want me to bring lunch in here or do you want to come to the kitchen?”

Yohji needed to get out of this bed for a while so he replied, “I’ll come to the kitchen and maybe stay in the living room for a bit. I need to get out of here for a few hours or I’m going to start climbing the walls. Beside, the doc said I could try using the crutches if it didn’t bother my shoulder too much.”

“Not until the end of the week, Yohji. I was there when she told you that, so don’t try to fool me,” Omi scolded.

“I’ll come eat at the table. I agree with Yohji. I think I need a break from these four walls.” Aya spoke quietly as he put his book down.

“Fine, it should be ready in an hour or so. Ken and I will come to help Yohji get into his wheelchair.” Omi closed the door behind him.

“Shit.” Yohji leaned back against the pillows. He was so fucking sick of that chair. Four weeks they’d been here with nothing much to do while they recovered from their injuries.

Feeling a hand brush back his bangs, Yohji opened his eyes to see Aya leaning over him. The first couple of weeks they’d been here, the two of them had done a lot of sleeping as they recovered. The next couple, Aya had been mostly wrapped up in his own thoughts but once in a while asking Yohji odd little questions - did he like American food, to which he jokingly replied there wasn’t such a thing, they stole everyone else’s. Or did he enjoy living near the ocean and Yohji laughed and said, ‘we live near an ocean?’. Another time he asked Yohji if he’d ever move away from Tokyo and Yohji said why would he, he loved the city. Aya would go quiet and thoughtful again after these odd little inquires and Yohji brushed it off as his lover trying to make small talk.

Only this week had he began to show Yohji any affection again. Yohji’d been worried that maybe Aya had been having second thoughts about their relationship, but the man once again started acting the same as before the last mission. Yohji grasped the hand to place a kiss on the fingertips before saying, “You shouldn’t be sitting up like that. You don’t want to put too much strain on your stomach.”

Aya leaned in for a soft kiss before saying, “I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

“Well, just humor me. As much as I want you close, you need to be careful. Here, lay down, you can share my pillow.” Yohji scooted over a bit as Aya carefully lowered himself back to the bed to lie on his side and Yohji wrapped his good arm around Aya. Instead of resting his head on Yohji’s pillow, Aya placed it on Yohji’s left shoulder and rested his left arm across Yohji’s stomach.

As much as Yohji had been worried about Aya aggravating his injuries, he had to admit that he was very happy at the moment. Four weeks in bed without being able to snuggle with his lover had been very frustrating. He’d wake up with a hard on most mornings and no way to relieve it, since neither of their injuries allowed for them to get a bit frisky.

Yohji was content to rub his hand up and down Aya’s arm, happy to have his lover in his arms again, so to speak. Aya lifted his head to kiss Yohji’s jaw and he turned his head to meet Aya’s lips. The kiss on for a long time and when it finally ended they were both breathing a bit heavy. Knowing that they really shouldn’t start anything right now, Yohji nonetheless groaned in disappointment when Aya settled against his shoulder again, instead of continuing the kiss.

Aya threaded his fingers through Yohji’s and seemed about to say something before sighing and nuzzling his head into the crook of Yohji’s neck. There had been several times in the past few days that Yohji was positive Aya was going to speak and the moment passed without anything forthcoming. It was starting to worry Yohji and he’d begun to weave the most absurd scenarios around in his head. Aya wanted to end their relationship. Aya was going to quit Weiss. Aya was going to shave his head and join a religious sect. Any number of things crossed his mind, but given Aya’s recent actions it made Yohji’s imaginings seem ridiculous.

Yohji was just drifting off to sleep when Omi came back into the room with Ken to help him into the wheelchair. As he was lowered into the cursed thing, he heard a chuckle behind him. When he looked at Aya, the man’s features were solemn as ever until a little quirk of the lips betrayed his humor. Glaring at his lover, Yohji settled for little grunt before saying to Omi, “I’ll wheel the damn thing myself; just get out of my way. It’s my leg that’s broken, not my arms.”

Omi said, “Let’s go, Ken-kun, we can go serve lunch while Grumpy makes his way to the kitchen by himself.

Aya walked over to Yohji and leaned down to give him a rather passionate kiss before saying, “It’s only a few more days, Yohji. If you behave until then, I’ll reward you on Friday when you graduate to crutches.” With that parting shot, Aya walked out of the bedroom, leaving Yohji to curse that Friday was three whole days away.

*******

Three days had never crawled by so slowly in Yohji’s life but the day - well, night actually - was finally here. Aya had been up and about for most of the day, as had Yohji. He’d been practicing using the crutches and had to admit that his shoulder was a bit achy, but he’d put up with that for the chance to escape from the wheelchair. Aya had been on the computer for most of the morning and then made a few phone calls but the rest of the day was spent with Yohji on the couch in the living room. Aya had a novel that interested him so the two of them read for much of the afternoon.

They had relaxed with Ken and Omi after dinner by watching a movie and now it was time for bed, and Yohji’s reward. He grinned at the scenarios running through his brain. They were a bit limited in what the two of them could do with their injuries but where there was a will there was a way. And Yohji had plenty of will.

Aya was currently finishing up in the bath. He’d helped Yohji take a shower earlier with him seated on a stool, his cast carefully wrapped in plastic against any stray droplets. It was frustrating having to be so careful, but it was nice to have Aya wash his hair, back and other body parts, he thought with a smirk. Yohji hadn’t bothered to put anything on before sliding under the covers. Why struggle to remove things later since they’d only be in the way?

Yohji was lightly stroking his cock while fantasies drifted through his mind when Aya returned to their room. He locked eyes with Yohji as he let his robe slip down his shoulders to pool at his feet. Yohji’s eyes were drawn to the semi-erect cock jutting out from red curls. The vision dimmed when Aya turned off the light and walked to the bed. He lifted the covers and draped them down at the foot of the bed before crawling onto Yohji’s lap.

Aya looked down at Yohji’s erection and said with a little smile, “You got started without me.”

Yohji grinned in return. “What can I say? I didn’t want to waste any time.” His breath hitched when Aya wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped lightly. Yohji watched as Aya scooted down a bit then lowered his head to lap at the precum dripping from his cock. He moaned at the feel of Aya’s tongue swirling around the head and teasing the slit. When Aya started to swallow his dick, he said, “Swing your hips up here, I want to taste you, too.”

Aya paused to look up at Yohji, still holding his cock, before nodding. He moved until his hips were above Yohji’s head. Yohji noticed the still angry scar from Aya’s surgery, but it seemed to have healed well and would fade in time. Yohji moved his attention to the dripping shaft above him as he grasped it in one hand to lead it to his mouth. His own cock was mostly engulfed in moist heat which had Yohji groaning around the thickness in his mouth.

They took their time, each sucking and nibbling while their hands explored. Aya fondled his balls while Yohji paused to suck on two fingers, getting them slick with spit, to gently insert one at a time into Aya’s ass. He returned the cock to his mouth as he slid his fingers in and out of Aya’s hole. He was rewarded with a gasp from Aya as he pulled back from Yohji’s cock when Yohji pressed on that special spot. After a few moments, Aya sucked one ball into his mouth while rubbing Yohji’s perineum firmly. This time it was Yohji’s turn to gasp when Aya drew back while rolling his ball on a clever tongue until it popped out of his mouth. Aya quickly lowered his head again, this time to engulf both of Yohji’s balls. Yohji could only chant Aya’s name as he continued to finger Aya while stroking his cock.

When Yohji felt himself getting close, Aya shifted away and Yohji reluctantly removed his hands from Aya’s body. The redhead resumed straddling Yohji and leaned down for a kiss. Yohji threaded his hands through Aya’s hair to keep him from pulling back too soon while he savored the taste of himself on Aya’s tongue and their cocks rubbed enticingly against each others.

“Hmm, that was nice.” Yohji murmured. “What’s next on the agenda?”

Aya sat up and gave him a wicked smile. “What makes you think there’s more? Wasn’t that reward enough for being good?”

“Not a fucking chance in hell,” Yohji growled as he yanked Aya back down for another kiss. Yohji put all his skill into the endeavor, tasting, nibbling and sucking until the two of them broke apart at the same time to catch their breath.

Aya’s eyes were alight with passion as he panted above Yohji. “Maybe you’re right,” was all he said as he reached into the drawer of the nightstand to pull out the massage oil. Yohji had wondered what they were going to use, since all their lube was at the apartments.

He watched while Aya dribbled a generous amount on his fingers then reached between his own legs. Yohji’s cock twitched when Aya’s breath hitched. “Let me help, you can’t get in far enough…”

Aya only shook his head as he leaned forward so that his arm could move further toward his ass. He saw Aya bite his lip and Yohji groaned and said, “Well, at least turn around so I can watch.” His excitement over what Aya was doing driving him crazy with lust.

Another wicked smile graced his lover’s face as he turned around but kept far enough away from Yohji so he couldn’t interfere. Yohji broke out in a sweat as he watched Aya’s fingers plunge again and again into his hole.

Yohji cursed the cast since he couldn’t surge up and cover Aya’s body right now and replace those fingers with his aching dick. “Aya…” That was all that he could manage to say as he wrapped his hand around his erection to stroke lightly. Aya looked over his shoulder, the need and want clear in his face as he watched Yohji jerk himself.

Aya removed the fingers from his ass and crawled back to straddle Yohji. He poured out more oil to coat Yohji’s erection, which prompted the blond to say, “What about condoms, Aya? I have a couple in my wallet.”

Shaking his head, Aya replied in a husky voice, “We don’t need them. If we weren’t clean, they would have said something at the hospital.”

Yohji felt a bolt of lust flash through his body and pool in his groin at the thought of fucking without a barrier. He hadn’t done that since he lost his virginity. Even with Asuka, they had used them because she didn’t want to go on the pill.

Yohji’s mouth was dry and he was almost shaking with desire as he watched Aya guide the head of Yohji’s cock to his small pucker. He grasped Aya’s hips to make sure the man didn’t go too fast as it had been several weeks since they’d last had sex. That thought made him groan, realizing that Aya would be incredibly tight. Slowly, oh so fucking slowly, Aya began to lower himself onto Yohji’s cock. He could see Aya’s thighs tremble from the strain of not going too fast. Aya’s erection never waned as he gradually engulfed Yohji’s shaft.

When Aya was firmly seated in Yohji’s lap, ass against Yohji’s balls, he stopped as they panted and looked at each other. It was all Yohji could do to keep from pushing up into that incredibly tight heat. It felt so intense without the condom and he almost came from the thought of how much better it would be when they got moving. Taking a deep breath, he backed away from the edge of orgasm just as Aya began to lift himself up.

With a leisurely ascent before a decent that was just at slow, Aya began to fuck himself on Yohji’s cock. Again and again, Aya repeated the motion until both of their bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, their cries and moans getting louder as the minutes went by. Eventually Aya moved a little faster, but not by much. It seemed Aya was determined to stretch this out forever. Yohji watched Aya begin to caress his own body - never once faltering as he continued to ride Yohji - jerking himself off in time to the movements up and down Yohji's cock while his other hand reached up to caress and pinch his nipple.

Yohji knew that he should be doing something but it was just so incredible watching Aya pleasure them both. Little by little the pace picked up, and Yohji never knew quite how much he was overwhelmed until he was surprised by the orgasm that ripped through him with no warning, his vision going dark for several moments. When he came back to his senses, his cock was clenched tight while Aya’s cock erupted to coat Yohji’s belly with his come. Aya moved his hands to the side as he collapsed onto Yohji’s chest, panting while he tried to catch his breath.

When Yohji could finally move, he wrapped his arms around Aya. He tried to speak but only a hoarse croak came out and Yohji realized that his throat was a little sore. Maybe he hadn’t imagined someone yelling when he was mostly out of it. Trying again, he managed to say, “Now that’s what I call a reward.”

He smiled at Aya’s amused snort as he nuzzled his lover’s ear. They remained like that for a while until their cooling bodies became chilled. Aya shivered and sat up, reaching for the wet naps that they’d had available during their convalescence. He cleaned them both before curling up next to Yohji and tugging the blankets up to cover them.

Aya was asleep within minutes, but Yohji remained awake a little while longer to enjoy the afterglow of good sex with the person he loved. He frowned a little as he thought about the fact that he hadn’t told Aya that he loved him yet. Yohji decided that he needed to rectify that situation very soon. Even if Aya didn’t return the feelings, and Yohji was fairly certain that he did, Yohji felt the need to declare his love to Aya. He decided that he’d tell him tomorrow. Now that Yohji had made that decision, he let himself fall deeply asleep, never realizing that he was hugging Aya tight as if to never let him go.

**********

Yohji slowly opened his eyes the next morning to an uneasy feeling that something wasn’t quite right. He opened his eyes to find that Aya no longer slept beside him and wasn’t in the room, either. Yohji sat up only to gasp loudly at the pain in his shoulder. Using the crutches yesterday had caused his shoulder to ache; but it had stiffened up overnight and was a bit painful this morning. He reached over to get the bottle of pain pills that he hadn’t needed for over a week. Shaking out a couple even though he was only supposed to take one at a time, he swallowed them down before getting up to dress. The pills would kick in soon and he was sick of not wearing clothes, only pajamas. It took a bit of time and effort but by the time Aya returned to their room, he was fully dressed and the pain had lessened because of the medicine.

“Where have you been?” Yohji asked.

“I needed to do some things on the computer.” Aya looked at Yohji a bit warily as if trying to figure something out.

“What?” The feeling he’d been having that Aya was keeping something from him the past few weeks reared its ugly head again. “What is it that you won’t tell me?”

“Yohji…”

“Just spit it out, you’ve never had trouble telling me things in the past. What the fuck is going on, Aya?” Yohji’s patience was stretched thin at the moment. He really didn’t know why he was acting like this and never even considered that the meds he’d taken might affect his rationale.

Aya frowned at Yohji but then said, “I’m leaving Kritiker. In fact, I’m leaving Japan completely. It’s not safe for me in Japan. I’ve decided that I want to take care of my sister and, since she’d be in danger if we stayed here, we need to leave the country. I’m thinking of going to America.” He took a deep breath and continued in a less confident voice and what seemed like a hopeful look on his face, “What do you think of America, Yohji?”

Yohji barely heard Aya through the haze of emotional pain. Aya was leaving Kritiker and Japan, was leaving him. He couldn’t believe that after all this, it wasn’t death that caused him to lose Aya. The man was walking away from him just when Yohji was going to confess his love for the man.

“Would you consi…” Aya began but Yohji cut him off mid sentence.

“So, after all that bullshit about me using you as a fuck buddy, you were the one to use me! You wanted something to help you forget for a while, how you’d screwed up and lost your sister. Now that she’s back safe and sound, you dump me because my usefulness is gone,” Yohji said bitterly.

Aya tried to speak again, “No, Yohji, you’ve got it wrong, I want…”

“Wrong?!” Yohji interrupted a second time. “What do I have wrong? You got what you wanted from me. Was last night a payoff fuck?” He was so upset that he never noticed when Aya’s features became a cold mask and his eyes went blank before the man turned around.

“If that’s what you think, fine. Good-bye, Yohji.” Aya never looked back as he left the room.

Yohji needed a drink. He grabbed his jacket and wallet before he hobbled into the kitchen on crutches to demand the keys to the van from Omi.

“You can’t drive, Yohji-kun.” Omi tried to reason with him.

“Omi, just give me the fucking keys or so help me, I’ll walk to town.” Yohji couldn’t stay here another minute. Omi must have realized that Yohji was perfectly serious as he handed over the keys.

“Drive careful, Yohji.”

He never even responded to the kid as he made his way to the van. It took a bit of time and maneuvering, but soon Yohji was on his way into the nearest town about five miles away. He knew there was a bar there from other times they’d been at the cabin.

Yohji drank the afternoon and most of the evening away until the owner of the bar told him that he couldn’t be served any more liquor. He tried to stand and get in the man’s face and practically toppled over before the bartender caught him. Guess pain meds and alcohol weren’t the best combination.

“I don’t want you in jail for being drunk and disorderly. There’s a hotel next door that’ll rent you a room until you sober up. I’ll help you over.” The man helped Yohji get his coat on and grabbed the crutches before helping him next door.

Yohji barely remembered paying both the bartender and clerk at the hotel before being led to a room on the first floor. He was laid on the bed then the door closed and that was the last thing Yohji remembered.

******

Pain. That was the first thing that Yohji felt when he woke with the sunlight directly on his face. His head felt as if it would explode and he had the worst taste in his mouth. He opened his eyes as he tried to figure out what was going on. It took him a few moments to recognize that he was in a cheap hotel before the memories of what had happened yesterday returned. Then there was a whole different kind of pain, this time emanating from his chest.

Yohji sat up with a groan then made his way carefully to the toilet. After he relieved himself, he looked into the mirror and groaned again. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like shit. The feel of cottonmouth didn’t help much, either. Stripping off his shirt, he washed up, shaved and brushed his teeth with complimentary supplies. For a dumpy hotel, they had a nice variety of toiletries, Yohji thought as he wiped off the extra shave foam from his face.

Now that he was a little calmer, his thoughts drifted back to Aya. Yohji realized that he’d handled everything all wrong yesterday and suddenly felt the urgent need to return to Aya and somehow work things out. He finished dressing and made his way as quickly as he could hobble to the van.

Yohji broke most of the speed limits as he traveled back to the cabin. Omi was out the door before he even had the van in park. Yohji got out of the vehicle and was immediately lit into.

“Where have you been, Yohji? You’ve been gone all night! I was so worried about you! You could have at least called.” Yohji ignored Omi as he made his way slowly into the cabin.

“Aya! Where are you?” Yohji called immediately once he was through the front door.

Omi came to stand in front of him and said, “He’s gone, Yohji.”

“Gone?” Yohji sat down on the nearest seat, his legs refusing to support him. “What do you mean, gone?”

Omi looked sad, “Right after you left he packed up and drove off. He didn’t say where he was going but told us that he wouldn’t be back. What’s going on, Yohji?”

Yohji only shook his head as the pain in his chest increased and said, “It’s over.”