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Spirtual Cramp

by Cyn

DISCLAMER - These characters in no way, shape or form belong to me. They are the property of their creators. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.

Another afternoon alone
in the shop. No one to bother him, and that was how he liked it. Ken and Omi
had stopped trying to drag Aya out of his shell months ago, leaving him to work
by himself most days while school was in session.

It didn’t matter what they
thought of him. He knew they complained about him and his attitude whenever
he left the shop.

Years of behavior are hard
to unmake in months, and though he had his sister back safe and sound it did
not mean that he had to befriend the fools that worked and killed with him.
Ken wasn’t too bad of a person aside from being amazingly loud. Omi was a hard
worker and more intelligent than any person had a right to be but he was over
emotional. And Yohji was just a royal pain in the ass. Sure he was good in a
fight but he shirked his work in the shop constantly and was continually parading
around his string of happy little fuck toys. The smug look on the self appointed
playboy’s face after a successful date was enough to make a person sick.

He didn’t need them around.
He didn’t need them distracting him. Now that his namesake was returned to him
he had a new mission. No longer was he in Weiss for revenge. He now fought for
the White Hunters for the simple reason of trying to support himself and his
sister. His immouto was a smart girl. She would most likely wan go go to college
in a few years and the work for kritiker paid very well.

One thought nagged at him
more than the others, why did it bother him so much to see Yohji bringing home
his dates? Up to a few weeks ago he could have cared less what Yohji did in
his free time. Now the arrogant little prick was on his mind constantly. This
was disturbing Aya’s orderly, logical little world and he was determined to
get to the bottom of it.

The bells above the door
rang announcing a customer and breaking him out of his thoughts.

Work came before almost
anything else.

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

Four hours later, just as
Aya was beginning to close down the shop Yohji staggered in. A weary, filthy
grin etched on his features.

Aya glowered at the sight
and at the smell of his teammate. Hadn’t the man even bothered to shower before
coming home?

"A. Wh. What’s wrong Aya? RougRough day in the shop?" Aya could hear the effect of too many cigarettes roughening
Yohji's voice. He didn't feel like dignifying him with a response so he turned
and returned to cleaning. The flowers under his hands began to take shape when
he sensed the older man behind him. Yohji's presence was etched into his mind.
He could feel him walking towards him. It was a bit of a shock though when his
arm came around his shoulder. The reek of sweat and musk hit his nostrils.

"Being anti-social again
Aya? Don't you want to know where I've been?"

Thoughts of just where Yohji
had been flashed through his mind. An image of him with his back arched thrusting
into some faceless female, his toes curling with the onslaught of orgasam.

"No"

"What? No interest in my
lurid tales?" The blonde's face broke into a filthy gin. "Or are you just jealous
that I'm getting more than you are?"

That was the straw that
broke the camel's back. Aya turned his glare onto Yohji, hoping the blonde would
get the hint and shut his mouth. Sex was a forgotten thing. Something experimented
with before, when he was still himself. Not something for his life now.

Aya couldn’t let a crack
like that slide. He cleared his throat and let ice creep into his voice. Here
was his chance to let out some of his frustration at the older man. "At least
I’m not out courting every sexually transmitted disease known to man".

Much to Aya’s chagrin his
words didn’t seem to faze Yohji. If anything the grin on his face grew. "That
may be true…" The grin on his face turned lecherous. "But at least I know I’m
in good working order. Yours is going to shrivel up and fall off if you don’t
use it every once in a while…"

The sound of blood pounding
in his ears was almost deafening. But not loud enough to completely drown Yohji
out.

"Won’t drink, won’t smoke,
won’t swear, won’t fuck…hell. I bet you don’t even beat off Aya!"

The shocked look on Aya’s
face let on that the last comment had hit the mark.

Living up to the title of
insufferable pain in the ass that Aya had gifted him with Yohji pressed on.
There was nothing better in the world than getting their resident polar bear
to squirm.

"I was right. You don’t
beat off Aya." The grin grew on his face as he continued. "You really should
you know. It might help dislodge that stick outta your ass. I’ve got some magazines
up in my room if you want… Just don’t get any stains on them"

One crack too many had been
made. Bad enough to have to listen to Yohji gloating over how he needed to masturbate,
but then to have him offer visual aids was just too much.

Hairline cracks appeared
in his composure.

"Not even bothering to deny
it Aya? What are you worried that you would enjoy it too much?"

Aya could hear the blood
pounding in his ears. Most of Weiß knew that there was a definite line
that you could not cross with Aya…and still Yohji delighted in crossing that
line. Maybe it was just to watch their self appointed leader loose some of his
composure.

"I’m not going to tell you
again Kudou. Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

"Awww. No fun Aya. Now come
on I’ve got this great tape over here. You’re gonna love this chick here. She’s
even got that same look that your sister has. That long violet hair thing going
on……"

The words had barely had
a chance to leave Yohji's mouth before he had him pinned up to the wall of the
shop.

"Let's get one thing straight
here Kudou." He growled. "You are not to mention my sister at all. You mention
one more word about her…one single solitary fucking word and I will proceed
to break every bone in your hand."

Even after all that Yohji
still had the audacity to laugh at him.

"You sure it's just a brotherly
thing you've got going on there Aya? Seems to me like she's the only one you're
going to be able to get it up for. Hell. Seems to me like she's the only one
that can get you to do much of anything besides stumble around in your little
world of angst."
/P>
Well the first comment might
have been off the mark, but the second one was dead on.

Hit the bull's eye. Hooray,
you win the grand prize.

And it just served to make
Aya even angrier.

"You've got this coming
to you now Kudou."

"What you fucking think you you can take me Aya? You're not the thought police, you can't control what I
say"

He was going to make him
pay for that little stand of bravado. He vividly remembered Yohji and Ken fighting
once or twice and all it had taken was a right hook from Ken to send the boy
off into slumber land.

Easier said than done.

When Aya threw the punch
it landed perfectly. But he had forgotten one crucial thing. It takes more upper
body strength to wield a set of claws than it does a katana.

All Aya had managed to do
was get Yohji from 'arguing-bitchy mad' to 'pound your face into the cement
mad'

"I've been waiting to do
this for a long time you little prick"

White stars flashed across
Aya's field of vision as Yohji landed one straight across his cheekbone.

The two men started circling
each other like rabid dogs. Both of them sporting matching bruises. Aya's on
his cheekbone and Yohji's on his jaw. The two of them circling and waiting for
the other one to strike.

"Aya-kun! Yohji-kun! Just
what is going on here!"

Aya whirled around to see
Omi standing in the front of the shop with his little fists balled up and on
his hips. His sweet face screwed up into a grimace.

Yohji took that moment to
strike.

One sweet beautiful blow
and Aya was out.

"Yohji-kun would you mind
explaining to me just what exactly was going on in here?"

"Just a little disagreement
chibi…just a little disagreement."

****

Aya came to in his own bed.

Omi must have gotten one
of the others to drag him up here. He was really good at that…Getting the rest
of them to do what he wanted them to do; with out having them feel manipulated.
Must be one of the reasons Kritiker was grooming him to take over for Persia.
That whole diplomacy thing. Omi had it in spades while the rest of them were
sadly lacking in that department.

Yeah. It had to be Omi.
Yohji would of just left him where he fell in the shop and Ken would have just
dragged him over to the couch.

Aya's mind was running in
circles. How had this afternoon's argument gotten so out of control? He and
Yohji had spats like that almost daily. Though this was the only time he had
brought up Aya's sister. This was the only time that one of his comments had
hit close to the mark.

Aya-chan might be good at
getting her brother to snap out of his little world of pain…but there was someone
else in the house that could do it just as well…

That was what the problem
was. Just like he couldn't ignore Aya-chan, Aya couldn't ignore Yohji.

And it bothered him. Bothered
him that he couldn't just block out Yohji like he did everyone else. Bothered
him that Yohji d bed be so free with himself. Bothered him that Yohji knew all
the buttons to push on Aya to get him to react.

He spared a moment to wonder
if he would have been more like Yohji if his life had been different.

It was a nice thought.

Falling back into his pillow
Aya let himself drift on his thoughts of what if and if only's.

Letting thoughts of what
might have been lull him back into sleep.

***

Feel. Just feel.

Warm and grasping and
moaning.

Warm mouth sliding down
him. Taking him and swallowing.

Almost enough. Almost
there. Then stopping.

Green eyes looking up
at him and grinning

*Told you this would
help you get that stick out of your ass*

No no no no no

Don't leave me here like
this

Don't leave me alone

Warm here. Safe as houses.

*It's gonna be all right
Aya*

***

Warm morning rays eased
their way into Aya's dreams in the morning. Gradually waking him up. Much nicer
than his usual bolting awake at the first sign of dawn. Gentle probing proved
that his cheekbone was still swollen and sore to the touch, ditto for the egg
on the back of his head.

Still…all things considered
Aya couldn't remember having a better nights sleep. He had felt safe and warm.
Something that hadn't happened in years. Not since he was living with his parents.

And his dreams involved
Yohji and Yohji doing such wonderful things to…

Wait. Don't go there.

Yohji doing wonderful things
to his…

Don’t even open that can
of worms. Don't even think the word and maybe it won't be true.

Yohji doing wonderful things
to his cock.

Should have listened to
yourself.

It was just a dream. Just
a fucking dream.

But damn it had felt good

All warm and soft and Yohji's
mouth right by his ear telling him just what he was going to do to him. Each
detail punctuated with a tongue swipe to the outer curve of his ear or a nip
at his earring. So soft and so hot and his hands were reaching down to try and
recreate what Yohji had been doing to him in his dream.

It wasn't the same, couldn't
be the same, but still so good at the same time. Pretending his hands were his
mouth and the sheet covering it all was soft wavy hair. Just an illusion, but
it worked.

Until the sheets were mussed
with semen and the illusion dissolved with Aya's feelings of disgust.

How could he sink so low?

Just one more sin on his
soul; but this one wasn't going to wash away as easily as the blood of the guilty.

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