Dancing in the Dark

Dancing in the Dark

Author: keistje
Pairing: Youji/Aya
Rating: NC-17 – No warnings other than just pure smut! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys, unfortunately.

Summary: One-Shot - The music coming through Youji’s door was nothing more than an irritation. What Aya found on the other side was the complete opposite.

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Aya climbed the stairs slowly, beyond tired after the night he had had. Surveillance missions were never his favorite, and this one had gone all wrong when he and Ken had been stumbled upon in their supposedly secure position. They had been forced to fight their way out, trying their best not to kill anyone, though they had not had much choice. Manx had not been happy to hear about it, berating them for their carelessness until Aya thought his head might explode. All he wanted to do was shower and sleep.

He had vaguely heard the music the minute he stepped in the door, but had not really paid attention until now. It was getting louder as he climbed the stairs to his own and Youji’s rooms. Since he had not left it on in his room – and the style was not something he owned – it must be coming from Youji’s room.

By the time Aya reached his doorway, the sound was loud enough to vibrate the wood under his hand. The beginnings of a headache were making his skin tight, and the pounding bass added to the irritation. Shrugging out of his mission coat, Aya placed his katana on his bed, then stripped out of his clothes, throwing on a pair of cotton pants and a t-shirt. Even through his closed door the music pounded on him, and he gritted his teeth as he cleaned his katana, briefly running the sharpening stone over the blade. It was the bare minimum of what he usually did, but he did not have the energy for more.

Aya was surprised that neither Ken nor Omi came up to complain, but then he remembered that they were both out with friends, having made plans before the mission had come up. That meant it was just himself and Youji here, and he doubted that Youji had heard him come in, not with that racket. How could Youji listen to this stuff?

He had planned to let Youji know he was home after he showered, but when he opened the door to the hallway, the music swelled in, even louder than before. Aya’s face twisted into a pained scowl, and he strode across the hallway, towel in hand, to bang on the blonde’s door. There was no answer, so he knocked again, harder this time. Still no answer.

Aya twisted the doorknob, and was only slightly surprised when it turned in his hand. Youji would have been expecting him to stop by when he returned. With the door open, the sound hit Aya like a physical force, thrumming against his skin and twining around his bones. It sent his blood racing and his heart thumping, despite his exhaustion. For a moment, he could understand why Youji was listening to it.

Aya stepped into the room, shutting the door behind himself, and found it lit only by candles placed on every horizontal surface not taken by an overflowing ash tray. The perfume almost hid the lingering scent of cigarette smoke that had gathered over the years, though it smelled like Youji was working on replenishing it. It took a moment for Aya’s eyes to adjust to the light difference, especially with his senses being battered by sound, but finally he was able to see.

His exhaustion fled, replaced by a tightening in his groin and a growing heat in his stomach. Youji was standing on the other side of the bed, dressed in only a pair of the tight blue jeans he loved, clinging to a pair of boney hips that just peeked over the waistband. He had a cigarette in one hand, and as Aya watched, he drew it languidly up to his mouth and took a deep breath, then blew it out in small smoke rings, adding to the room’s smoke-filled atmosphere. His hair was down, swaying around his shoulders in a slow rhythm, and his eyes were closed, a look of bliss on his face. But it was how he was moving that riveted Aya’s attention. Youji was dancing – if such an erotic grind of hips and pelvis could be called dancing – to the music pounding out of his speakers. His free hand feathered across his bare stomach, caressing the skin there, and as he turned slightly, allowing Aya to see his face, his tongue darted out and traced his lips, wetting them to a light sheen.

The heat that had been building in Aya since he had set foot in the room burst into devouring flames, and he shivered. It was probably the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He had watched Youji dance in many clubs, with various partners, and he had often danced with Youji himself; but it did not compare with the scene before his eyes right now – especially since Youji did not know he was being watched. The blonde moved with the grace and sensuality that he always possessed, but there was an overwhelming element of sexuality to it. The flickering light danced over smooth golden skin, outlining tight muscles and reflecting off the light coating of sweat that covered the blonde’s torso. Aya watched as a bead of moisture ran down Youji’s chest, and he had to turn away, wanting to trace the path it had taken with his tongue.

A CD case on the bed caught his eye, and he leaned over to read the title: “Phalliphalia: Music for Cock Sucking and Worship.” Aya snorted. Not something he had ever seen in Youji’s stack of CDs before; it must be a new purchase. Only Youji would have something like this, but Aya had to admit, there was something about the music that was driving the blood from his brain in a southward direction. Whoever had created it knew something about the male body.

With the volume as loud as it was, Aya had no worries about Youji hearing him, and since the blonde had not yet opened his eyes yet, he was not concerned about being seen either. After laying his things on the bed, he pulled his t-shirt over his head in one swift movement. The cool air of the room hit him, making him shiver despite his internal fire. A few steps brought him behind Youji, watching his movements, and at just the right moment he stepped into his body, molding himself against the older man’s back.

Youji started at the sudden contact, but immediately relaxed again, murmuring, “Aya,” in his throaty voice. The hand on his belly drew back to caress Aya’s side. Aya wrapped his arm around Youji’s waist, drawing his hand across the blonde’s stomach as he had watched Youji do earlier, feeling the muscles ripple under his fingertips. He dipped his hand down to tease at the waistband of Youji’s jeans, and was amused to find them already unbuttoned, with nothing underneath, and it was no work at all to slip his fingers inside.

Youji was already hard, apparently affected as much by the music as Aya. He ground back against Aya, stealing his breath away. They danced together for a few minutes, skin against skin, pressed together as tightly as they could be. Aya lost himself in the music, in the feeling of Youji’s body swaying with his, the heat under his fingertips pulsing every time his hand shifted with their movements.

And then Youji crushed his cigarette out, turning in Aya’s embrace to face him, reaching for his lips with consuming passion. A thigh slipped between his legs and pressed against his erection as their tongues tangled and they ground together, hot and hard. Youji’s hands trailed through his hair, then ghosted across his shoulders and down his arms, leaving fiery trails behind. Aya slid his hands down Youji’s back, gripping his ass to pull him closer. Their tongues danced, sliding together and apart, twining and tangling.

Youji pulled away first, leaving Aya gasping for breath, and then his lips were on Aya’s neck, nipping and sucking, and Aya’s knees felt weak. Being with Youji was always intense, always full of mind-blowing pleasure, and he thanked whatever gods were out there that they had finally admitted their mutual feelings. The sucking on the juncture of his neck and shoulder drove all thoughts from his mind, and Aya’s head tipped back of its own volition, baring his neck for more attention.

Youji was more than happy to provide, working his way up to Aya’s ear and sucking the lobe into his mouth. Aya could no longer keep silent. “Fuck, Kudoh.”

He could feel Youji’s lips curve into a smile as the man purred, “You say the sweetest things, Aya.”

Aya snarled, spinning them around to press Youji up against the wall. The blonde did not protest, slouching against the wall to bring them to the same height and pulling Aya between his legs. They rubbed against each other as Aya assaulted Youji’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises, later proof that he had had Youji writhing beneath him in pseudo-submission.

Youji’s hands were in his hair again, and Aya raised his head just in time to see a frown cross Youji’s face as he held one out to peer at it in the dim light. “There’s something in your hair… is that blood?” Youji’s voice sharpened at the end.

Aya shook his head, dismissing the question as unimportant even as he attacked Youji’s throat again. “Doesn’t matter. It isn’t mine.”

Youji put a hand on his chest and shoved him gently away. “What the fuck happened? It was a recon mission, you weren’t supposed to engage.”

Aya was not happy about being pushed away, desire turning instantly to irritation. He growled. “I’ve heard enough about it from Manx, I don’t need to hear it from you, too.” He turned from Youji, ready to leave the room, but a hand on his arm stopped him.

“I just worry about you, babe.”

Aya turned again to face concerned green eyes. He allowed himself to be tugged back into the circle of Youji’s arms, to be held as soft kisses were placed on his bare shoulder. Although it irritated him, he could not blame Youji for his concern. He felt the same when the blonde was out facing their demons without him.

Aya relaxed with a sigh, finally releasing the tension that had stretched his nerves all night. He always felt better in Youji’s arms, with the reassurance that there was someone who cared whether he came back from a mission or not. Omi and Ken were good friends, and would mourn him if he was lost, but it was for Youji that he fought hardest against seemingly insurmountable odds.

Youji murmured something against his skin that Aya did not quite catch, and he pulled back to see Youji’s face. “What?”

“Shower with me?”

Aya had almost forgotten that he had been on his way to shower, but the idea of having Youji in there with him was much more pleasing. He nodded, and Youji grinned at him, as interested as he was in continuing the game they had started. Aya picked his things up off the bed and waited as Youji gathered together the items he needed, then let the blonde take his hand and lead him into the bathroom.

The door had barely shut before he was pressed up against it, Youji’s lips descending on his. Hands roamed his body, caressing his skin, but Aya was familiar enough with Youji’s touches to know there was something more there than desire. Irritation flared again as he pushed the blonde away. “I told you, I’m fine.”

Youji looked back at him, both heat and annoyance evident. “Of course you’re so good at telling me when you’re not.”

It was true that he tended to ignore his own wounds to the point of forgetting to mention them, but it did not mean he wanted to be checked over under the guise of sexual desire. It sent doubts into his mind, questions of whether the heat between them was real. “Damn it, either check for wounds or feel me up, not both.”

Youji stared at him for a moment, as if contemplating whether killing him would be worthwhile, and then moved. Aya found himself shoved back into the door again, hard enough to bounce his head off the wood, though not enough to hurt. Youji’s hands gripped his face, forcing him to look the blonde in the eye. “You want to be difficult? Fine. I can do that.”

Youji pinned Aya with a look as effectively as if he had used his wire, warning him not to go anywhere, then began his inspection with business-like efficiency. Aya stood stiffly, staring at the distant wall, determined to ignore the indignity. His efforts were fairly effective, despite how good Youji’s hands felt as they skimmed across his skin. He managed to ignore everything until Youji dropped to his knees in front of him. It caught Aya by surprise, and he looked down despite himself. Heated green captured him, and he could not look away again.

Youji snagged his waistband with both hands and pulled sharply downward, leaving both his pants and underwear in a puddle at Aya’s feet. Youji never looked away from his face as he leaned closer and drew his tongue up Aya’s stomach.

Aya felt like he was a yoyo, springing from desire to irritation and back to desire in moments, the peak of each more intense than the last. But how could the heat not flood his body with Youji looking up at him like that, trailing his tongue over Aya’s rapidly stiffening cock. A determined Youji was intense enough to bring even a statue to life; Aya would be fighting a losing battle if he tried to resist.

Youji skimmed his hands up Aya’s legs, feeling gently for any hidden wounds. This time Aya could not find it in himself to protest, not when Youji was doing such wonderful things with his mouth to distract him. He was glad now that the door was behind him, and he leaned hard upon it for support. His hands found their way into Youji’s hair, partially to steady himself and partially because he enjoyed the way it felt as he tangled it between his fingers. The blonde’s hair was soft and luxurious, and he never tired of running his hands through it.

Youji was humming now, a vague counter-melody to the music that even in the bathroom assaulted their ears. Aya groaned as the vibration thrummed through him, raising his pleasure to ever-higher levels. Months of experience together had taught Youji exactly what Aya liked, and tonight he was using all of his considerable skill to bring him quickly to his peak.

Aya’s moans escalated in volume despite his attempts to holding them back. He was swept up in heat and suction and that little thing Youji did with his tongue that made him see stars. After the day he had had, he was very close, but he did not want it to end here.

Aya tugged gently on Youji’s hair, pulling him back until the blonde released him with a final kiss on the tip of his erection. He hauled Youji to his feet and yanked him into a deep kiss, reveling in the taste of himself on the blonde’s lips. Youji kissed him back eagerly, thrusting his tongue into Aya’s mouth with a need bordering on desperation, pressing his still partially clothed body against Aya’s naked one. The denim was rough against the redhead’s skin, and he frowned into their kiss.

Never releasing Youji’s lips, Aya worked his hand between their bodies, reaching for Youji’s jeans. He slipped only his fingertips in first, just enough to feel and tease, to barely brush the throbbing heat captured there. Youji pushed him harder against the door in response, cupping the base of his skull with both hands as he plundered his mouth. It felt so good to be here, to be so desired, that for a moment Aya forgot his purpose, until Youji pressed his hips forward, deliberately pushing himself into Aya’s hand.

Aya took the hint, and slid his hand the rest of the way into the blonde’s jeans. He cupped Youji teasingly with one hand as he used the other to slide the zipper down the rest of the way. He then used that hand to shove at the pants, pushing them down Youji’s thighs. He had kept his palm curved around the blonde’s length, and now he rubbed gently, sliding the skin up and down, pulling a gasp into his mouth from the blonde.

They hung there for a moment, Aya’s hand stroking Youji gently, their lips locked together as their tongues warred, until Aya felt like he was going to explode with the tension inside of him. He pulled away from the kiss roughly, banging his head against the door. He could not draw a deep enough breath to replace what had been stolen from him, and his words were interspersed with panting gasps. “Are you… going… to fuck around… all night?”

Youji grinned at him, a slow sexy thing that only heated Aya’s blood more. “If you insist.” He ripped his pants the rest of the way off, even as he pulled a tube out of his pocket. Aya recognized it instantly – it had come in handy more than once when the urge had overtaken them. And then Youji had his hand under Aya’s leg, encouraging him to wrap it around his thighs, which Aya lost no time in doing. It was a somewhat awkward position, but they had done worse.

Youji was kissing him again as one hand roamed across his chest, tweaking his nipples in a way that made him gasp. He would never know quite how Youji managed it one-handed, but suddenly a slicked finger was circling his entrance, teasing. The touch was feather light, not nearly enough to satisfy. Aya pulled back just enough to growl, “Kudoh…” before sucking Youji’s tongue into his mouth again. The finger slipped inside him a tiny bit, just enough to increase the wanting, the yearning.

Given their positions, it was nearly impossible for Aya to do much of anything to speed things along, so he did the only thing he could; he stroked harder on the cock in his hand. Youji moaned, but got the message loud and clear, and his finger slipped in all the way, quickly followed by a second, no tension impeding their way. Aya was too ready for this, wanting Youji with every inch of his body. He could feel Youji’s fingers scissoring inside him to ease the way, but even as they brushed the spot that made his whole body quiver, it was still not enough.

Aya detached his lips from Youji’s only to attach them to his neck. He sucked hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder, hearing Youji moan into his hair, feeling a third finger slip in and stretch him a little bit more. And then Aya could not take it any more. He bit down on Youji’s shoulder hard enough that the blonde winced and looked at him in surprise, motions stilling. Aya stared straight into his eyes, in total control. “Now. No more playing.”

Youji tried to pout, but the lust clear in his eyes spoiled the effect. He surprised Aya by not making a smart remark, and the redhead noticed how his hands shook slightly with the effort of control as he reached for the bottle he had placed on the sink. Youji wanted this as badly as he did.

The lube was poured over the hand he still had wrapped around Youji’s cock, and Aya smoothed it around, coating him thoroughly. Youji shuddered at the cool temperature, then pulled Aya’s hand away gently. They exchanged another deep kiss, slower this time, but no less passionate. Aya felt himself pressed into the door, and a vague part of his mind hoped it was made of thick wood. Youji’s wire-strong arms circled around him, lifting him slightly until he was perched on the ball of his foot, the other leg still wrapped tightly around Youji’s body.

Aya reached above himself and found the edge of the doorframe, hooking his fingers onto it. Pulling himself up was a strain, but the added height was just enough to allow Youji to nudge his entrance, and then slide inside him as Aya relaxed his arms and let himself down slowly. A groan rose in his chest as he was filled, utterly and completely, and he heard the sound echoed from Youji’s throat.

Aya curled his protesting arms around Youji’s shoulders, leaning into the support of his strong arms and the thick wooden door behind him. Youji was fully seated in him now, buried to the hilt, and he filled Aya with so much heat that it was almost overwhelming.

When Youji began to move, Aya was pressed almost painfully into the door, but he could not have cared less. All that mattered was the pleasure of being filled over and over again, the feeling of wholeness that only Youji could bring forth in him. The sounds that escaped from his lips were wordless pleas for more, harder, faster, and even though he could not say it, Youji understood. The blonde increased his pace, driving into him deeper, slamming them together. The bathroom was filled with the sound of their joining, flesh hitting flesh, overlapping with their sounds of pleasure and the undercurrent of the erotic music still reverberating from Youji’s room..

Youji was getting louder, every moan vibrating through Aya as if it were his own. His own cries were impossible to suppress, driven from his very bones. He could hardly believe that there had been a time he had not known he could feel like this, feel this good, especially with Youji. Yet there was no one else but Youji who could do this to him. No one but Youji would ever see him like this, flushed and sweaty, face contorted as he sounded out his passion.

Aya clung to Youji tightly, both the source of his torment and his deliverer from it. Every thrust had him gasping, as Youji stroked inside him perfectly every time. Aya was barely aware enough to realize they were sliding down the door until he felt Youji’s legs fold up underneath him. He shifted his legs back until he was straddling the blonde, giving him more control, allowing him to ride Youji to his pleasure. And he did so, with an abandon that almost scared him.

Aya pulled Youji’s lips to his, smothering both their cries, mimicking their actions below by thrusting his tongue into the heat of Youji’s mouth. The blonde wormed a hand between their bodies to caress his neglected erection, and Aya cried out loudly. He moved more frantically, rising up to plunge himself into Youji’s hand, then sinking back down with a rush of dizzying pleasure.

Youji’s other hand gripped his hip tightly, encouraging his wild bucking, sliding his lips to Aya’s neck and shoulder. The redhead threw his head back, baring his neck even further. And then Youji’s moans changed to one keening cry, and the blonde froze beneath him. A split second later Youji exploded within him, the rush of heat and the clenching of his hand driving Aya into his own descent over the brink.

Aya came with a loud cry of his own, splashing his seed over both of them. His eyes closed of their own accord, but he could see nothing anyway, his vision a splash of white. His heartbeat drummed in his ears, and his breath rasped through lungs that would not cooperate. He collapsed forward onto Youji, his muscles unable to hold him upright. His mouth caressed the skin under his lips. A shaking hand trailed up his back to bury itself in his hair, and Aya almost purred from the gentle touch. He was so exhausted and sated he nearly fell asleep right there on the floor, soothed by Youji’s caresses.

Youji chuckled quietly, the movement vibrating through Aya. “Feel better?”

Aya did not bother to reply, just raised his head slightly to kiss his lover, lips sliding against soft lips, honest answers expressed with gentle touches.

Youji sighed in pleasure, his breath washing over Aya’s face. “Good. But now we really need that shower. You made me all sticky.”

He did not want to get up, but now Youji had mentioned it, he could feel his release cooling on his skin, and there were streaks of blood on Youji’s skin where it had rubbed from his hair. His lover was right, they really did need to shower.

It took him a moment to convince his legs to take his weight as he rose from Youji’s lap with only a slight grimace as they separated. With one hand on the sink, he offered the other to the blonde, helping him to his feet. As soon as they were both standing, Youji pulled him into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Don’t scare me like that. I love you too much now to lose you.”

Aya leaned back to look at the other man. Youji was studying him, a swirl of emotions visible in his brilliant eyes: love, passion, care, admiration, and much more. Aya was astonished as always that they were all directed towards himself. As many times as Youji said it, it was still hard to believe that the man loved him. He had spent too many years feeling unlovable to accept it so easily.

He could not say it as effortlessly as Youji, but it was getting easier with time, and right now, sated with the pleasure they had brought each other, exhaustion overwhelming his doubts, he could give voice to his emotions. Aya leaned back into Youji’s embrace, pressing his face into the blonde’s neck, and whispered into his ear, “I love you, too, Youji.”

Youji froze for a second at the quiet admission. Aya knew he was not used to hearing it, but the other man recovered quickly and just hugged him all the tighter. “Baby, I love it when you say that.”

Aya frowned at the affectionate term, but let it go. He was too content right now to care. He would ‘remind’ Youji not to call him that later. After their shower. He leaned down and turned on the water, letting it run over his wrist until it was hot enough. He was about to straighten up when Youji’s hand landed on his ass with a sharp crack. Aya turned swiftly, a scowl on his face, but Youji looked at him with innocence on his face and mischief in his eyes.

Aya was swept up for an eternal moment in a feeling that he had never thought he would experience again: Happiness. It was so alien that it took him a while to recognize it. He was happy to be here like this with Youji, to love and be loved in return, to feel alive again after being dead for so long. But his fears were still too real to let Youji know how strong his sentiments were. “Kudoh, you’ll pay for that.”

With a hand on one hip, Youji grinned at him saucily. “Oh, I will, will I?”

Aya straightened to his full height and glared at Youji, keeping his face purposefully cold. He watched with amusement as the grin slipped slightly. “Yes, you will.” Pure promise bled through his words, and he saw the heat kindle in Youji’s eyes again. “But… after our shower.”

Youji quickly followed him into the tub, wrapping his arms around Aya from behind as they stood under the spray. Aya leaned back into him, the combination of warm water in front of him and warm body behind relaxing him. There was no place he would rather be than right here, right now.