Return To Me

Yohji was walking several meters ahead of Aya, threading through the throng of people but careful not to walk too fast. They were headed to Yohji’s other bank where he remembered having an account at so he could make a transaction, hopefully alerting the person who was trying to kill him.

They still had no lead on who was behind the attempts on Yohji’s life. Nagi had reported that Kritiker had come up with nothing. Ken was not being targeted and neither was Mamoru, with the exception of being a very powerful man who had regular death threats made against him. Aya clenched his fists in frustration. He hated going in blind and using Yohji as bait – *especially* using Yohji as bait.

The past three days had been a whirlwind of sex, food, working out and more sex. Aya was surprised he could even walk normally at the moment, but he wasn’t going to put a stop to things. He’d missed Yohji so much and, while he hadn’t forgotten, it seemed the memories didn’t come close to the actual act of sex. Every touch, every movement was more intense and vibrant than he remembered. Or maybe it was the fact that he was with the man he loved. When they had been together before, Aya had convinced himself that they didn’t mean a thing to each other. And while Aya had yet to say the words he’d come all the way from London to do, he still felt that might be the difference between their sex life then and now.

He wondered where he stood with Yohji. Yohji had admitted to dreaming about him and being obsessed with his memory, so maybe the blonde loved him in return but was reluctant to say it out loud. Aya was about to delve deeper in that thought when he noticed a man with an angry look on his face staring intently at Yohji. When he turned to approach Yohji, Aya sped up his steps and was about to tackle the stranger when Yohji caught his eye and signaled him to stand down.

Yohji turned back to the man and said, “Dr. Machiko, what a coincidence meeting you here.”

“Where the hell were you, huh? You were her husband and you couldn’t even be bothered to show up at her funeral?” The doctor was clenching and unclenching his fists as he ranted at Yohji.

Aya watched while Yohji pulled a cigarette out and lit it, a thoughtful look on his now unblemished face. “So, you were the lover she was divorcing me over, nah?” He blew a plume of smoke in the doctor’s direction.

The man sputtered angrily then said in a rough voice, “It’s your entire fault that she’s dead, Ito. What was she doing in your car? Why was there a bomb in it? The police wouldn’t tell me anything.”

Aya knew that Kritiker fixed things with the police to keep Yohji out of it. Otherwise, with him disappearing like he had, he’d be a prime suspect.

“It was a mistake. The police told me that my car was mistaken for a Yakuza gang member’s and it was unfortunate that Asuka asked to borrow it. I was advised not to appear at the funeral because they still haven’t solved the case and weren’t sure if the reporters would mess up their investigation,” Yohji deftly lied. As always, Aya was amazed at how convincingly Yohji could do that. Then Yohji looked at his watch and said, “I’m sorry, Machiko, I need to be somewhere else. Good-bye”

And before the doctor could say anything else, Yohji quickly disappeared into the crowd. Cursing under his breath, Aya hurriedly caught up to his idiot lover, grumbling all the while about morons who didn’t wait for their back-up.

Aya lingered across the street from Yohji’s bank while the blond was inside transacting his business. When Yohji emerged from the building, Aya knew that he’d head straight back to Aya’s car parked a few blocks away. They figured the chances were relatively slim that Yohji would be tailed today and planned to go back to the bank the next day and hopefully have someone lying in wait for Yohji then.

Arriving at his car, Aya began to worry when he didn’t see Yohji there waiting for him. He pulled out his cell phone and was about to call the idiot when someone tapped his shoulder and offered him a can of tea. Aya could have punched Yohji for scaring him like that. “You should have called me and said you were stopping for a drink.”

Yohji looked at Aya funny and replied, “I was just down the block at the vending machine. Look, I know how to take care of myself.”

All Aya did was snort as he unlocked the doors and got inside. “Yeah, this from the man who can’t seem to stay away from explosions,” Aya grumbled.

Yohji got into the car, popped the top of his can of coffee to take a drink and then said, “Fine, you’ve made your point, what are we doing for the rest of the day?”

Aya’s smile became just a bit wicked. “Well, I was thinking that you might need to lay down after all the work you did today.”

Yohji obviously warmed to the idea as he played along. “Oh, yes. I’m a bit fatigued. I think bed is the best idea right now. And I need someone to join me to keep an eye on my condition, don’t you think?”

Aya bit back on a smile while shaking his head at his irrepressible lover as he started the car. “We’ll see.”

*******

The minute the hotel room door closed they were all over each other. Aya didn’t know if he’d grabbed Yohji or the other way around, all he knew was that they were kissing each other passionately as they stripped their clothes from each other and stumbled to the bed. The two of them landed on it in a tangle of limbs, rolling over again and again until finally Aya was on top.

He ended the kiss so he could stare down at the handsome man beneath him for a few moments, burning the memory of this instant into his mind forever. Yohji reached up a hand to cup his cheek and nodded as if he were answering a question. “Yes, love. I want you in me this time.”

Surprise widened Aya’s eyes. They’d switched a few times when they were lovers in the past but mostly Yohji had fucked him. Aya remembered each and every time he was ‘on top’ and shivered with emotion at those memories. Aya smiled at Yohji then lowered his head to kiss him. This time the action was slow and deep while his hands moved gently and without haste over Yohji’s body, finding all the spots that made his lover moan in pleasure, and using past memories to make Yohji feel so good.

Aya’s lips followed his hands as he reverently kissed and caressed Yohji. He’d missed his lover so much, loved the man to distraction and, because he still couldn’t get the words past his lips, he used his actions to show Yohji how much he loved him.

“Aya...,” Yohji moaned out his name, caused shivers down Aya’s spine when he licked the top of Yohji’s cock. He wrapped his hand around the engorged organ and sucked in the head and a bit beyond, stroking the rest of its length as he did so. The bitter taste of precum along with the essence that was all Yohji made him moan around the hardness in his mouth.

He reached for the lube on the nightstand, releasing his hold on Yohji’s cock to pour a bit of lube onto his fingers. Aya circled Yohji’s puckered opening before pushing one finger slowly inside. Amazed at how tight Yohji was, he released the cock from his mouth to say, “Yohji, when’s the last time?”

He watched as Yohji opened his eyes to look down at him, his look a little dazed. “With you, Ayan. There’s never been anyone else but you that’s ever fucked me."

Aya looked at Yohji in amazement. He’d been Yohji’s first? Something felt tight in his chest as he leaned in to kiss Yohji passionately. When the kiss ended, Aya slipped another finger inside, watching Yohji closely for any signs of pain. He was desperate to be buried into that tightness, but would make sure Yohji was more than ready for him. He’d never do anything to purposely hurt Yohji. Aya took his time, kissing and finger fucking Yohji until his lover was rocking his hips and moaning out Aya’s name.

“Now, Aya. I want you now.”

Aya kissed Yohji one last time, brushing back strands of hair from Yohji’s face. “Alright, Yohji.”

Moving to kneel between Yohji’s spread thighs, Aya coated his cock thoroughly with lubricant. Taking a deep breath, he guided the tip of his cock to Yohji’s hole, pressing in just until the head was inside. He wrapped a hand around Yohji’s cock and stroked while rubbing his other hand on the outside of his lover’s thigh until the tightness eased.

“Are you okay?” Aya asked with concern. Yohji reached up and tugged him down for a kiss. Assuming that was a ‘yes’, Aya slowly continued his slide in. Yohji panted against his lips while Aya stayed still, but eventually Yohji began to kiss him again so Aya began to move. Slowly at first, but then with more speed and confidence as the pleasure began to build.

Aya reluctantly ended the kiss as it became difficult to breathe, and also he wanted to watch his lover. Yohji was so beautiful, his expression so open at the moment with his eyes locked on Aya. Those eyes closed a brief moment later when Aya angled his hips and struck hard. Yohji flung back his head as he yelled out his delight.

Picking up the pace even faster, everything became a blur of the senses. Yohji’s ass wrapped tight around his cock while Aya stroked Yohji’s in return. The slap of skin upon skin and his moan joined with Yohji’s cries and babble while their bodies became covered in a sheen of sweat.

Aya managed to lean down for one more passionate kiss before pulling back and shifting Yohji’s hips to rest on his thighs so he could pound into his lover even harder. Yohji began babbling again when Aya resumed stroking his cock, “Oh fuck, Aya. That feels so good, don’t stop. I missed this so much, don’t ever leave me again. I love you!”

Not quite sure if that’s what he heard, Aya was about to pause when suddenly wetness coated his hand and his dick was gripped in a viselike hold, and he couldn’t fight back the orgasm that crashed in on him. Shuddering as the wave of ecstasy swept through him, Aya finally collapsed on top of Yohji since his limbs would no longer support him.

Aya murmured happily when Yohji wrapped his arms around him. When he finally had the energy, Aya turned his head to nuzzle Yohji’s ear and asked a question very important to him. “Did you really mean that or was it the heat of the moment talking?”

Yohji pulled back until he could see Aya, a look of confusion on his face. “What? Did I say something?”

Wondering if he should even mention anything, Aya took a chance and explained what he was talking about. “Before, when you… when we… while I was fucking you, you said...” Aya bit his lip and looked away from Yohji before screwing up his courage and meeting Yohji’s eyes again. “You said you loved me. Did you mean it?” The last was spoken in almost a whisper.

Aya’s heart sank when Yohji released him and sat up, but only for a moment as his lover adjusted the pillows to rest against the headboard before pulling Aya closer to straddle his lap. Yohji brushed his hand against Aya’s face as he said, “Yes. I love you, Aya. I love you so much it almost hurts. I guess I’ve felt that way for a long time but was too messed up before to admit it.”

Yohji pulled Aya in for a deep kiss and Aya felt the love that he should have recognized had been there all the time. Threading his hands through Yohji’s hair, he wouldn’t let the kiss end until Aya could in return show his love for Yohji. When they finally parted, Aya looked deep into Yohji’s eyes and said, “I love you, too. That’s why I came back to Japan – to tell you that. Even if you didn’t feel the same, I needed you to know.”

With a groan, Yohji pulled Aya back for another kiss, this one even more passionate than the one before. Aya felt as if his heart would burst from the happiness he felt as he hugged Yohji even closer to him. Aya had been about to ask Yohji if he would return to England when he did, but all thoughts of discussions fled his mind when Yohji lowered him down to the bed.

******

The woman was ecstatic. Yohji had resurfaced again. This time at a new bank, but one that she’d tracked down and had flagged. And this time Yohji wouldn’t slip away. Too bad he’d soon be joining his wife, but sacrifices sometimes need to be made.

Smiling in happiness and anticipation, she felt that her goal was now firmly within her grasp. Soon she would have what should have been hers years ago.

******

Yohji whistled as he walked into the bank. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this happy. Granted, there was some psycho out there trying to kill him, but Aya loved him. There was nothing in the world that could dampen his spirits as long as that fact remained true.

While he was a bit sore, and very careful to walk slowly so he wouldn’t limp, yesterday and last night had been fabulous. He and Aya had made love again and again until they’d both passed out from exhaustion. The sheets had still been a bit damp this morning when they’d woken, but that was the nice thing about room service. When they returned, they’d have nice fresh sheets. To mess up again, he thought with a leer.

Yohji hurried with his transaction so that he could leave the bank and hopefully be back in bed with Aya again. He couldn’t believe how they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, but the two of them were making up for lost time.

So distracted by his thoughts, he started when Aya’s voice came through his earpiece. “Yohji, snap out of it. You’re being tailed.”

Yohji was so surprised he almost turned around for a second before snapping into mission mode. It had been so many years since he’d had to do this, it didn’t come as naturally as it should have. He walked another block through the crowd to the alley that he and Aya had scoped out earlier. Yohji entered the alleyway and wasn’t at all surprised when someone ran into him and shoved him against the wall.

If he hadn’t been expecting the move, Yohji might have been knocked out or dazed but all he did was spin around to see his attacker as he reached for his wire. But the shock of seeing who the assailant was gave him pause as he said her name out loud while facing the gun in her hand.

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