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Not Now, Not Ever	By : Blythe Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2476 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Alas, but Weiss is not mine. This is a work of fanfiction and is not for
profit.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing:
Aya/Yohji

A/N: For Phoenix. Happy Birthday, sweetheart.

Marasmine, thank you so much for being such an awesome
beta! Also, thank you to everyone who has reviewed. It really makes it easier to finish the story
if I think someone’s waiting for it!

‘thoughts’

Chapter 8

Aya nearly shouted in triumph!

He’d managed to find every article of clothing on the floor
except for the one he really wanted.
Finally, he spotted a pant leg peeking out from under the bed. He must have kicked them off harder than he’d
meant to. Picking up the elusive jeans,
he rummaged through the pockets until he located the small tube he’d grabbed
from his room earlier.

Just as his hand emerged from the pocket with his prize, he
heard a quiet, choked noise from the bed.
He wasn’t sure exactly what he expected to see when he turned around
again, but it definitely wasn’t this.
Yohji’s face was to the door. His
hair had fallen forward again, obscuring most of his features. Through the veil, Aya could just make out one
eye, which was squeezed tightly shut.
Hands still attached to the headboard, Yohji had somehow managed to
twist and fold in on himself, nearly achieving the fetal position. He looked damned uncomfortable.

Coming around to the other side of the bed, he could see a
few tears leaking from the shielded eyes.
He realized that the sound he’d heard was a throttled sob. This was so confusing! A few moments ago, Yohji seemed to be
enjoying himself and now he was trying to make himself invisible. Had it really been that bad? Had Aya misunderstood? Taken things to far?

‘I wanted him to submit, not shatter,’ he thought.

Yohji could feel Aya’s eyes on him again. He wished the man would stop staring at him
and just go! He felt like such a fool,
crying over the redhead like a lovesick teenager. He’d seemed in such a hurry to leave a moment
ago, so why was he just standing there?
Yohji couldn’t stand the scrutiny.

“Just go,” he whispered.

Aya was startled when Yohji spoke. The words were so quiet that he was certain
he’d misheard them. Yohji hadn’t really
just told him to leave, right?

“What?” Confusion was
plain in Aya’s voice, but it didn’t register through the haze of hurt
surrounding Yohji.

“Just go! Fucking leave already! Get out!” Yohji lifted his head to scream at Aya,
wanting nothing more than for the man to move.
He couldn’t see the surprise and uncertainty on Aya’s face for the tears
in his own eyes. He dropped his chin
again, wishing the world away.

Aya didn’t understand what was going on, but it was clear
that his presence was agitating the already dangerously unstable blonde. He wanted to ask for an explanation to somehow
mend whatever he had rent, but was afraid to push things. Not even thinking of Yohji’s captured wrists,
he started back toward his clothes, intent on gathering them up and making good
his escape. He needed time to figure
this out, even though time was something he knew he didn’t have the luxury of.

Bending to retrieve his shirt, he paused, stilled by a
blinding flash of clarity. His prayers,
it seemed, were being answered. The gods
were coming to the aid of the emotionally inept swordsman in order to save
Yohji. He knew, without a doubt, what
had happened. He was so grateful that,
at least in regards to Yohji, he’d occasionally have these moments of insight. He’d somehow understand the other man’s
thinking. Of course, this always
happened after he’d made some mistake and hurt him somehow, but it often kept
the damage from being irreparable. This
time, he hoped, would be no exception.

He settled on the side of the bed Yohji was facing. He saw the already tense form clench even
tighter as he moved closer. The blonde
had always seemed so confident and cheerful before. Duck-skinned, he’d called him once, everything
just rolling off of his back. Aya
sometimes forgot how soft this man’s heart really was. He was learning quickly, though, how easily
it could be damaged. The more Yohji
cared for someone, the easier it was for him or her to wound him. And, though Aya regretted ever having hurt
him, his reactions to Aya’s carelessness revealed the depth of his feelings for
the redhead.

For that, Aya was grateful.

He reached out and stroked the sweat damp locks away from
the scrunched face and Yohji flinched at the initial touch. Aya briefly wondered if there was more here
than met the eye, but that was a question for another time.

He stretched his body out alongside the curled form and
began smoothing his hands down it from shoulder to knees, guiding it toward
repose. Upset as he was, Yohji still
felt connected to Aya, still felt bonded by his submission, his
acceptance. It was so easy to follow
Aya’s lead now as he would in the field, to react to even his most subtle
cues. He responded to Aya’s touch by
stretching out again and laying flush against his leader’s warmth. Aya brought his hands back to Yohji’s face
and lightly traced each line and angle with his fingertips, the arch of his
brow, the planes of his cheekbones, the slope of his chin, the bow of his
lips. He propped his head on one hand,
still facing his lover.

“Yohji, open your eyes.” He spoke with quiet command and
after another quivering breath, reddened emerald eyes appeared, but were still
averted. “Look at me,” a pause and then,
“please.”

Again, after a moment of hesitation, Yohji complied. His expression was guarded once more and Aya
could practically see the strategic retreat of his emotions. His own heart seized with the thought that,
had he really be leaving the room, he would likely have never seen this man
alive again. He leaned in and tenderly
kissed the tightly drawn lips. Yohji
sighed and Aya took advantage to once again taste him. He pulled back after only a few seconds.

“I wasn’t leaving you.”

Yohji got the deer-in-the-headlights look he always wore
when Aya seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. It really was uncanny how frighteningly
accurate the man could be. No one, not
even Asuka, ever understood him that well.
Aya had to laugh a little in the face that panic-stricken look.

In response to Yohji’s unvoiced concern Aya said, “I don’t
understand it either, but I know. Somehow, I just know. I know you.”

Yohji didn’t know what to say. His heart leapt and he nearly wept in
relief. Aya wasn’t leaving him. Aya understood him. Hell, Aya had practically read his mind. It was a little scary, but immensely
reassuring as well. He stretched his neck
up and Aya bridged the gap between them for another kiss. A toe-curling kiss, heated by the passion
that suddenly flared back to life in each man.

Without breaking the kiss, Aya reached up and untied Yohji’s
hands. He wanted to feel the calloused
palms on his skin, the wiry arms wrapped around him. As soon as they were freed, they did just
that. Yohji pulled Aya closer with one
arm around his back and one hand is his hair, cradling his skull. Remembering his place, he rolled onto his
back, dragging Aya on top of him, grateful again for the added warmth and
comforted by the weight of him on his chest.

He took advantage of his newly emancipated hands, smoothing
his palms and teasing his fingertips over every inch of alabaster skin he could
reach. He felt his arousal spike with
each moan from his redheaded lover as his nipples were pinched and rubbed. Pushing Aya’s shoulders back, making him
support himself on his arms and expose his chest, Yohji dipped his head to lave
more attention on the sensitive nubs with teeth and tongue.

‘Damn, but the man has
a talented mouth,’ Aya thought as he was driven wild by his gifted lover.

Aya’s thoughts spiraled back toward reality as Yohji moved
his attention back up to his neck, another highly sensitive area. He became aware of the lube still clutched in
his fist and decided to put it better use.

Letting his arms go slack, he landed back on Yohji’s
chest. The blonde was busy making a few
marks of his own, but Aya couldn’t bring himself to care. Truth was, if Yohji belonged to him, he
belonged to Yohji just as much. Besides,
it felt so good!

With his full weight on Yohji, elbows on either side of his
face, hands above Yohji’s head, he finally managed to un-wrap the little tube
and get the cap off.
He quickly squeezed a generous amount into his hand and carelessly
dropped the container off the side of the bed.

Lube already warm from being held for so long, Aya wasted no
time in coating several fingers. He
eased back to sit on his heels and was pleased when Yohji spread his legs a
little farther, bent his knees, and planted his feet on the mattress. He took a moment to enjoy the view of Yohji
exposed for his pleasure.

The heady feeling of ownership rushed through him again and
he gave his lover a feral smile. Yohji’s
half-lidded, lustful eyes met his for a moment before he tilted his chin up,
brandishing the marks Aya had already made.

‘And soon I’ll mark
you again,’ was all he could think as he slipped one finger into the
puckered entrance. ‘So tight!’

Though he’d known it was coming, Yohji couldn’t help but
tense upon feeling Aya’s finger invading his body. He consciously relaxed, earning another smile
from the swordsman. Aya soon added a
second finger and began scissoring them, stretching the ring of muscle. He kept his gaze fixed on his lover’s flushed
face, vigilant for signs of discomfort.
It wasn’t long, however, before Yohji was restlessly riding three
fingers and begging for more.

“Please…please, now. Need it. Need you, Aya. Ohgodspleasewantyouneedyounow. Aya!” The last cry a result of a rather firm stroke
over his prostate.

Aya couldn’t stop the smug grin that stretched his
face. He was getting what he’d wanted
for so long. Yohji, laid out before him,
sweating, panting, fists clenched in the sheets and begging to be fucked. They’d already played out Yohji’s dream, now
it seemed that a second dream would be coming true that night.

Aya efficiently slicked his eager erection with the
remainder of the lube in his palm and positioned himself. Another glance at Yohji’s face told him that
the blonde was plenty ready for him.

He couldn’t help watching as his length disappeared into the
incredible clasp of Yohji’s body. He
went slowly, pausing twice to allow Yohji a moment to adjust before he was
fully seated. He waited again, this time
to bring himself under control and not just end it right there.

Yohji wiggled his hips impatiently and Aya indulged him in
another smile. It was worth it to see
the wonder spread across his friend’s features.
Wonder at seeing Aya smile and wonder at that smile being for him. Aya swooped in for another kiss before
building a rhythm of long stokes.

Yohji was mindless with the pleasure. Aya’s body fit his like they were made for
one another. He felt stretched and so
full. Experiencing a tiny loss each time
his lover pulled back, only to then be overwhelmed by the bliss of him surging
forward and filling him again and again and again.

As the need for completion became unbearable, Aya increased
the intensity; shorter, more powerful strokes, fucking Yohji into the
mattress. Reaching between their bodies,
Aya grabbed the blonde’s woefully neglected cock and gave several firm strokes
in counterpoint to the rhythm of his hips.
He bent close and kissed moist, swollen lips, then moved along his jaw
to a studded ear.

“Come for me,” he whispered.

And Yohji obeyed his leader’s command. He threw his head back and screamed his
release for the entire world to hear.

Still, it wasn’t the sound of Yohji’s voice or the way his
body suddenly contracted around him that sent Aya over the edge as well. It was the power. The knowledge that he had done this. That he had caused another person to feel such
bright, sharp pleasure was what caused him to flood Yohji’s body with his
release.

Yohji moaned again as he felt Aya’s final few thrusts and
then the pulsing warmth within him. He
was being marked in the most intimate way possible and he was lost to the
bliss.

********************************************************************

The descent back to reality was slow and, to be honest,
unwelcome. Aya pulled the covers over
them, suddenly self-conscious. As he
settled next to Yohji, he met his eyes.
The question there was evident, but Aya wasn’t prepared to answer it
yet. He wasn’t even sure he knew the
answer.

He willed Yohji to understand. He knew that he wasn’t giving this up; he
just didn’t know exactly what that meant.

‘I don’t know where to
go from here. I wasn’t even sure we’d get this far, so I didn’t plan the next
phase.’ He needed time. He needed sleep.

The intimacy of the past few hours had clearly strengthened
the connection between them and Yohji nodded minutely.

‘I guess I don’t
really need to know right now,’ he thought.
‘He doesn’t seem to be going
anywhere and, for now, that’s enough.’
He just didn’t want to be alone.

Yohji leaned over the side of the bed, rummaging around on
the floor until he came up with a discarded towel. It was never pleasant to wake up sticky or
itchy, so he cleaned them up the best he could.
He dropped the towel back to the floor and flipped the bedside lamp
off. Rolling over, he found Aya’s arms
waiting for him. Soon, both men were
drifting toward unconsciousness legs tangled, arms holding each other close,
blonde head tucked securely under the redhead’s chin.
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