One Night

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--maclynn

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Aya woke a little disoriented. It took him a couple of minutes to realize that he was home, in bed. Or rather, he was in Yohji’s apartment, once again held tight in the man’s arms. Looking toward the window, Aya noticed that the sun was already firmly established in the sky.

Not really tired enough to go back to sleep, Aya didn’t want to get out of bed either since he remembered that Omi told them last night they wouldn’t be required to work in the shop today. As he relaxed into Yohji’s embrace, he thought back to the previous evening. After getting picked-up and taken home, Yohji had insisted that Aya come to his place to have his wound taken care of. Not really wishing to be alone anyway, he’d complied. After the wound was examined, he hadn’t wanted to bother with stitches, even though it was deep enough to require them, and had Yohji place butterfly bandages at the edges and medical glue for the deepest part of the laceration. When that was finished, Aya took a shower and after he was done, let Yohji cover the wound with a large gauze dressing pad held in place with tape and gauze wrapped around his middle. Feeling a bit tired, Aya had crawled into bed while Yohji took his own shower. That was the last thing he remembered before waking a short time ago

Aya tilted his head to he could look at Yohji as he lifted his hand and softly stroked a finger over his lover’s lips. Lover. Yes and no. Aya felt the time was now right to take that final step. Laying there musing, he realized that it was sheer luck that neither of them had been killed last night. With the understanding that he’d squandered enough time coming to this decision, Aya didn’t want to waste any additional moments. Yohji had proved over the past weeks that Aya was more than a one night stand to him. And truth be told, he wanted to experience again the pleasure that Yohji had made him feel. Add the fact that their lives were so precarious; and Aya didn’t want to wake up one morning regretting the fact that he could have enjoyed this time with Yohji to the fullest and failed to so do. He had more than enough regrets already in his short life to want to add to that number.

Impatient for Yohji to wake, Aya threaded his fingers through wavy hair and leaned forward to kiss the lips he’d just caressed. He knew the moment that Yohji began to wake because those lips parted to allow his tongue to slip inside for a taste. Aya couldn’t prevent a slight hiss of pain because of his injury when Yohji pulled him close. Suddenly, the arms around him loosened and the kiss ended. Aya moved forward to try to capture Yohji’s mouth once more, but was stopped short when he was gently rolled onto his back.

“Are you okay?” Yohji asked with a frown on his handsome face.

Aya reached up and attempted to pull Yohji down to him. “I’m fine. Come here.”

“No, Aya. You’re hurt and I’ll make it worse.” Resolution was reflected in Yohji’s voice.

“It’s only a scratch.” He couldn’t believe that Yohji was being so stubborn, but then he realized that the man might not know what Aya had in mind. Not willing to be denied now that Aya had made up his mind to have sex with the idiot, he said, “Are you going to let that prevent you from doing what you’ve wanted to for the past few weeks?”

Yohji’s eyes went wide when what Aya referred to finally sunk in. He moved in as if to kiss Aya then suddenly pulled back. “We can’t. You’re injured. This can wait until you heal.” The words belied the look of regret on Yohji’s face.

Aya stared at the blond in shock. If he hadn’t been convinced of Yohji’s sincerity before, this would definitely have done so. Yohji, of all people, was turning down sex!

But Aya wasn’t called stubborn for nothing. He gave Yohji a glare and said, “No, this can’t wait. *I’m* not willing to wait unless you don’t want me. And if that’s the case, I’m walking out of here right now and you’ll never get another chance.”

Aya watched as several emotions crossed Yohji’s face. Surprise, denial, frustration and finally desire mixed with something he couldn’t quite identify. Yohji said without any real heat, “You’re a manipulative bastard, you know that?” He sighed as if in defeat. “Fine, you win, but if your cut hurts, don’t blame me.”

“We’ll see.” Aya then smirked as he offered up a challenge. “If you make me feel good enough, I shouldn’t notice even if it does.”

Yohji grinned as he accepted the challenge, lying down beside Aya and tilting his face so he could place teasing kisses along his jaw and cheek before finally covering Aya’s mouth with his own. Eagerly parting his lips, Aya moaned softly when a tongue touched his. He reached up and tangled his hand in blond strands as his mouth was devoured. Again and again, they kissed. It was hard to know when one ended and another began. Aya felt a hand gently ghost over his chest and stomach, avoiding the bandaged area.

He was getting painfully hard just from the breath-stealing kisses and all Aya could think about was how good it had felt when Yohji had been in him that one night. He hoped it hadn’t been an aberration and that it would once again bring him such overwhelming pleasure. But first, it seemed, Yohji had other plans before they got that far.

Finally able to take in deep amounts of oxygen as Yohji trailed kisses down his throat and collarbones, Aya concentrated on the teasing touches. When Yohji began to suck on his neck, Aya’s hips flexed involuntarily forward and back. Deft fingers pinched and rolled one nipple as Yohji’s mouth worried the other, sucking and nibbling it to an almost painful hardness. Yohji then switched to the other one, giving it equal attention.

Aya bit his lip to prevent a moan from leaving his mouth, the soft gasps escaping were embarrassing enough. He felt at a disadvantage since Yohji was giving him such pleasure while he did nothing in return. He attempted to switch their positions but Yohji only said, “Stay still, it’s my turn to make you feel good, remember?”

Because of his lust-filled mind, it took Aya a moment to remember the challenge before he grudgingly conceded. He relaxed his body and let Yohji take charge once more. Aya felt a hot, wet mouth create a trail of licks and kisses down toward his bellybutton. There Yohji paused to torment him with ticklish caresses. His hand, still threaded through Yohji’s hair, clenched and unclenched while his free hand did the same to the sheets beside his hip. When Yohji moved lower, Aya almost whimpered in relief, but the sound soon turned to frustration as Yohji parted Aya’s legs and settled between them to kiss Aya’s thigh instead of where he needed it most.

Yohji placed a hand beneath each knee and tilted Aya’s hips up to expose him completely. Aya gasped when he felt wet warmth against his entrance. He shuddered in bliss when something firm, yet agile penetrated his hole. No longer able to smother his excitement, Aya cried out loudly, “Yohji!”

He’d never felt anything like it before in his life. The licks and touches were more thrilling than a caress to his cock. Hypersensitive to everything, Aya felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple as he trashed his head back and forth on his pillow. Not sure how much longer he could take the pleasurable torture, he breathed a sigh of relief when Yohji moved his mouth, but it didn’t last for long because one of his balls was drawn into that wonderful, hot mouth to be rolled on a tongue. Crying out again at the astonishing feelings, he panted for breath before the process was repeated to his other ball while Yohji nuzzled the base of Aya’s cock with his nose.

With the sensations overwhelmed him, Aya never realized when Yohji penetrated him with a finger until it withdrew, only to return moments later. This time he felt two fingers enter his hole and Aya was torn between rocking his hips backward or forward, not sure which feelings he wanted most. With the fingers stretching and preparing him, Aya felt Yohji release his ball and place kisses up the length of his cock. As much as Aya wanted those lips around his erection, he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep from coming.

When Yohji engulfed his cock and sucked, that was the end for Aya. With a hoarse shout, Aya’s orgasm consumed him as tremors wracked his body. Wave after wave of ecstasy poured though Aya and when it was over, he found Yohji beside him, holding him close as Aya just lay limply in Yohji’s arms.

Finally gathering his strength, Aya rolled on his side and looked up at Yohji as he tugged on a lock of blond hair and said, “You didn’t come.”

Yohji had a smug grin on his face. “I was supposed to make *you* feel good.” He leaned in to rub his nose against Aya’s.

“Idiot. You were supposed to make us *both* feel good.” Aya glared at his teasing lover.

Yohji swept in to kiss Aya and he tasted himself on Yohji’s tongue. Not sure why that was so erotic, he decided it just was. Soon the kiss and taste had him hardening again. With a groan, Aya wrapped his arms around Yohji’s neck to deepen the kiss, only pulling back when he was desperate to catch his breath.

Aya tucked Yohji’s hair behind one ear as he said with a sultry smile, “Maybe this time you can get it right.” He then placed Yohji’s hand on his cock.

Yohji squeezed the newly erect flesh, his smile a bit smug.. “I aim to please.”

Aya watched Yohji retrieve a condom from his nightstand and put it on. The discarded tube of lubricant was put to use as Yohji slicked his sheathed cock and applied a bit more lube to Aya’s hole.

Anxious for that thick cock to finally fill him again, Aya lay back and splayed his legs wide as he reached for Yohji’s erection to guide him inside. Yohji groaned loudly when he slowly breached the tight entrance but paused when Aya tensed up. He reached over to stroke Aya’s cock until the muscles relaxed, then continued to push in.

Aya was torn between discomfort, the feeling not quite pain, and the gratification of being filled. Taking a deep breath, he tried to relax and accept the invading presence, knowing that soon the feelings of pleasure would override all else. Yohji leaned down to kiss him and Aya welcomed the distraction. Slowly, oh so slowly, Yohji began to move in and out as they broke apart. When Yohji tilted his hips and thrust, Aya was surprised by an intense burst of pleasure.

Yohji began a paced rhythm that quickly had them both covered in a sheen of sweat, their breathing labored. Aya looked up at Yohji and they stared deep into each other’s eyes, neither one wishing to break the contact. It felt so good; Aya never wanted these feelings to end. Yohji had released Aya’s cock to allow both hands to support him on the bed, so Aya focused on how incredible it felt to be filled again and again. Just when he felt empty, Yohji would push back in and make him feel whole once more.

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Yohji looked down at Aya and felt a tug on his heart so strong it almost hurt. He’d really fallen hard for the man. Knowing that he couldn’t stave off his orgasm much longer, Yohji tilted his hips and aimed for Aya’s sweet spot with each plunge forward while he wrapped his hand around Aya’s cock. Speeding up both the thrusts and strokes, Yohji was rewarded with Aya stiffening up before his come splattered them both.

Not waiting any longer, Yohji kept thrusting deep with disjointed movements until he too shuddered his own completion over Aya’s spent body. Wanting nothing more than to collapse on top of the body below, Yohji remembered the injury just in time as he pulled out and flopped on the bed beside his lover. Draping an arm across Aya’s chest, he just laid there as he recovered his breath.

Yohji leaned in and whispered against Aya’s ear, “That was incredible.”

Aya mumbled an incoherent agreement, but seemed too relaxed to do much more than that.

Feeling the condom become a bit loose, Yohji took care of discarding it before returning to clean Aya’s stomach with a tissue. After tossing it in the trash, he lay back beside Aya, and as carefully as possible, pulled him into his arms.

“Rest, now. I’ve got you.” Yohji quietly murmured and soon Aya’s breath evened out as he fell asleep.

Not feeling the urge to sleep, he stroked his hand through bright red hair as Yohji thought about what had just happened. The sex with Aya had been just as unbelievable as he’d remembered, but he was puzzled as to why Aya had insisted that it happen right then. It wasn’t as if they couldn’t have waited until the injuries healed a bit.

Not that he was complaining, he was just a bit surprised. Irregardless of whether they’d had sex or not, Yohji was determined that Aya recuperate a bit more before he got back to normal activities. Well, other normal activities, he thought with a sheepish grin.

Yohji decided that he’d take a quick nap and then go get some food for the two of them. He might even get a couple of movies to keep them occupied later that night. He didn’t think Aya would be up to much more than cuddling later and Yohji was more than willing to go along with that agenda.

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Several hours later, Yohji had come to the conclusion that Aya was a contrary son of a bitch when he was injured, even more so than normal. How he could have fallen in love with such a surly bastard, he had no clue. Aya had done nothing but complain non-stop since Yohji had returned with dinner. He wasn’t hungry and then when he finally decided to eat something, it was cold and no, he didn’t want Yohji to reheat it. Next, the movies that Yohji had gotten didn’t interest him. He wanted to practice his katas, but when his laceration began to bleed because he broke one of the butterfly bandages, he was forced to stop or risk further injury that would keep him out of commission longer.

After he finished bandaging Aya back up, Yohji only sighed when the grouch walked out of the room, not even bothering to thank Yohji. He had a few options, a couple he’d get in trouble with Omi over so he decided to pass on those. Yohji could let Aya continue his current snit or he could try and take Aya’s mind off his frustrations.

When Yohji walked back into the room, he saw Aya toss a magazine to the coffee table then lean back and rub his eyes. Yohji took the opportunity to cross the distance and sit next to Aya. Turning to face him, Yohji threaded his fingers in red hair before rubbing the back of Aya’s neck soothingly. When Aya sighed softly, Yohji coaxed Aya to lean forward on his elbows so Yohji could massage his neck, shoulders and back in earnest.

Slowly but surely he felt the muscles loosen little by little. Yohji kept up the massage until long after his hands were cramping just to make Aya feel better. When Yohji felt him move to sit up straight, he finally stopped but only long enough to pull Aya into his arms.

“Feeling better?” Yohji murmured against Aya’s temple.

Aya nodded in response and wrapped his arms around Yohji’s waist and the two of them sat quietly. Yohji didn’t know how long they sat there before he started drifting off. When Aya spoke he roused a bit, but had missed what his lover had said.

“Hmm, what?” Yohji mumbled sleepily.

“I’m sorry,” was the quiet response.

Momentarily stunned speechless, Yohji finally said, “That’s okay.” And it really was. Those two little words made all the grief he’d put up with that night worth it. Yohji didn’t even know until then that Aya had any clue what an ass he’d been all night.

Yohji was distracted from his musings when Aya pulled his head down for a kiss. Not unhappy in the least by this turn of events, Yohji surrendered completely to Aya’s kiss as their tongues chased and clashed within the confines of Yohji’s mouth. He was always taken aback by how incredible Aya’s kisses made him feel, with his heart pounding while his breath became labored. It was all he could do to prevent himself from throwing Aya down on the couch and ravishing him silly, but he had the presence of mind to remember that Aya was recovering and really need to rest.

When the kiss ended, Aya nuzzled Yohji’s neck a little before saying, “Do you still want to watch a movie?”

Wisely, Yohji didn’t point out that Aya hadn't liked any of the offering he’d brought home, but said instead, “Sure. Why don’t you put one in and I’ll get us something to drink?”

Aya agreed and Yohji went to gather some sake and glasses. Since Aya wasn’t on any medication, there was no reason not to indulge. The rest of the evening passed in a pleasant manner with the two of them curled up in each other’s arms while watching the movies Yohji had rented.

True to form, they both fell asleep before the last movie ended and Aya was the first to wake and usher them into bed. Once Yohji was there, though, he wasn’t tired any more. He was ecstatic to find that Aya was as awake as he and willing to repeat their morning activity. They took their time, each exploring the other’s body’s while bringing each other to a fevered pitch. Every touch, kiss and caress enflamed them until they came together with a passion that exceeded their earlier encounters.

After the heat settled to a warmth that soothed Yohji’s soul, he curled around Aya’s back, holding him close while drifting off. The last thought in his head was now that he had something worth living for; it was time for fate to snatch it away again. Falling asleep to that disquieting thought, Yohji held on tighter to Aya, as if determined to beat fate this time around.