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Thicker Than Blood	By : SylverIce2 Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Brianna became accustomed over the
next week to falling asleep wrapped in Yohji’s or Ken’s arms, and waking up
with Aya. Every night when she got home
from work with Aya, Yohji or Ken would be getting home from the flower shop,
and Omi would come in from school to do his homework. Slowly, more and more of their things invaded her apartment. Soccer magazines, school books, random items
of clothing, and even weapons sometimes appeared in scattered areas where the
guys spent the most time.

            After everything
that she had been through over the past couple of years, Brianna found it remarkable
that she relaxed into a routine with four men that was so comfortable.

            She dreaded,
however, the day that Sarisho came back with real demands on her. She avoided her sketchpads, concentrating only
on work for the company, and also avoided contacting her cousins in any way.
The relief that she felt when Aya quietly informed her that Jade was
going to a large, self-contained, high security city was palpable, and she collapsed
into her chair with a sigh.

            Aya stood
next to her, his hand going to her shoulder in comfort. The weight of one worry off of her mind made
her realize something. Ken and Yohji
both touch me, kiss me. The only time
that Aya touches me is when we’re sleeping in the mornings. She stared up at the redhead, trying to see
his eyes.

            He looked
down at her when she tugged on his sleeve.
“Mm?”

            “Aya-kun,
why don’t you ever hug me?”

            For the first
time since she had met him, Aya looked startled. His mouth opened, then shut, and he blinked
a few times, obviously at a loss. The
pair was motionless, staring at one another in the middle of Brianna’s kitchen.
Finally, a look of stoic resolve tightened his features, and he leaned
down and pressed his lips against hers.

            She gasped,
not expecting the contact, and he took advantage of her parted lips to sweep
his tongue into her mouth, coaxing her to return his unanticipated passion.

            As she ran
her tongue along his bottom lip, tasting the peach juice that he’d been drinking
moments before, he lifted her out of her chair, standing her up in his embrace.
His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and she stood on tiptoe
to keep her lips against his.

            The raw passion
hidden inside of the normally cold man undid her, and she ran her fingers through
his hair, across his shoulders, nails scratching at his skin lightly.
His fingers tightened on her hips, and she knew that she would have bruises
there in the morning. The thought didn’t alarm her; the realization
that she wasn’t alarmed upset her.

            She broke
away from the kiss as she felt those long fingers sliding up her hips under
her loose top until they touched skin. The
assassin and the artist were both breathing hard as she stood locked in the
circle of his arms. Aya’s voice was
husky. “I’m sorry.” He ran his fingers lightly over her skin, and
she shivered slightly at the sensation. “I
– “ He stopped, sighing impatiently.
“I am not good with words.”

            “It’s all
right.”

            His gaze was
desperate, the emotion cracking his icy veneer. “I don’t want to make a mistake.”

            She reached
up and touched his cheek. “Aya-kun,
you don’t have to worry so much.”

            He closed
his eyes, his voice the barest whisper of sound. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” He pressed his hand over hers, holding her touch against his flesh.

            “I’m sure
that I couldn’t be.” She put her other
hand to his face, and his amethyst-colored eyes opened.

            He bent his
head, kissing her again, but this time, he slid his hands all of the way up
to cup her breasts, and Brianna’s knees went weak at the contact. Aya growled deep in his throat as she let his
hands linger and his kiss deepen.

            Suddenly,
he pulled away, sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her to her bed. He laid her down, following after her to capture
her lips again. Her hands timidly ran
up his chest, and her reticence made him pull away and lean his forehead against
hers, breathing heavily.

            “I’m sorry.”
She closed her eyes. “I’m not…”

            “It’s all
right.” He sat up, not looking at her.
“I’m not your first choice. I apologize for getting carried away.” Before he could leave the bed, she caught his
shirttail, tugging him back down.

            “I was going
to say, I’m not very good at this.” She
moved to put her arms around him. “My
ex is the only person that I have ever been with, and he expended a lot of energy
to make me doubt that I was any good in bed.” She leaned her head on his back, arms wrapped
around his waist. “I don’t have any
‘first’ or ‘last’ choices among the three of you. All I have is a fear that I’ll disappoint all of you.”

            Aya was shaking
his head. “I don’t know what to say.
I’m not good with words –“

            “You’ve said
that already.” Brianna teased.
“You’re doing all right.” His rare smile appeared.

            “Your ex-husband
is a bastard who didn’t deserve you. We don’t deserve you either, but at least we know that.” Aya’s eyes were fierce. “And we’ll protect you, not hurt you.”

            She didn’t
get to say anything. He silenced her
with a kiss, trailing more down her throat as he pushed her back down on the
bed. She felt his teeth as he dragged
her collar down to kiss her collarbone. When
she made no move to stop him, he unbuttoned her shirt slowly.

            Her hands
went to his shirt, returning the favor, and he helped her sit up so that they
could rid one another of the garments. His
long fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra for a moment, then the scraps
of lace made way for Aya’s mouth.

            She gasped
as he nipped delicately at her skin, his fingers already moving to unzip her
skirt and drag it off of her. She clutched
at his shoulders as he caressed her, licking a path down her stomach as he tugged
her silky underwear off, and she arched as his mouth found more sensitive areas.

            Even as his
fingers touched and parted her, he looked into her eyes. “Just you.
Only you.” His voice was a growl
of sound, deep and masculine. She shivered
again as he lowered his mouth to her.

            The room was
silent but for her panting breath as he drove her closer to climax with his
mouth and fingers. Her body was tense,
her hands clenched in the sheets, completely silent as she shuddered and arched
in release.

            Aya licked
his fingers as he moved to hold her. He
flipped the blankets over them both. “All
right?” He felt her nod against his
shoulder, but she didn’t say anything. He saw a flash of blonde hair in the doorway. “Stay here.
I’ll be right back.” Brianna
nodded again, her eyes still closed, a blush blooming across her cheeks.

            Yohji stood
at the window in the living room, framed by the Tokyo skyline. His leather pants were a slick shadow, and
his silk dress shirt was tossed carelessly over the back of the couch. His sunglasses were on the coffee table, along
with his wallet. His watch, as always,
was strapped to his wrist, ready at any moment to be employed in his duties
as an assassin.

            Aya joined
the older man, the blonde turning to press his body against Aya’s; hands ran
over skin, sliding over muscles as the two men embraced, their mouths meeting
in a deep kiss. When they pulled apart,
they both licked their lips; Aya shaking his head at the taste of alcohol and
cigarettes that Yohji always tasted of, Yohji smiling at the mingled tastes
of peach-sweet Aya and Brianna.

            They leaned
against one another, looking out into the night as they talked softly. “She’s quiet, Ayan-koi. There’s a world of hurt hiding inside.”

            “We should
understand that. Better than anyone.”
Aya’s hand crept up to catch a finger in one of Yohji’s beltloops.
“She’s so terrified of disappointing us.
I think she’s scared that we’ll suddenly turn into her ex if she isn’t
good enough, or obedient enough or strong enough.”
His voice trailed away as he leaned forward a little to rest his forehead
against the cool glass of the window.

            The taller
man hugged him tighter. “Neither of
you have to be strong enough alone. You’ll
have to help her see that.”

            “As you’ve
helped me, Yotan?” Aya’s tone was wry,
his smile twisted slightly into a smirk.

            “We need to
get through to her somehow. Or we’ll
lose her to her own demons.” The blonde
ran his hand through Aya’s hair, trailing fingers down the younger man’s back.
The two stayed close together, drawing comfort from the familiar touches.

            “In time.
There’s time.”
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