© 2006 Jet Mykles for the story. The characters however are not mine. Click here for more info on these beautiful kitties. Or check out the Bishonenworks WK gallery, which is where my obsession began.
Authors note: This is a continuation of a work of love. Pure fan fiction. I get no payment or kickback out of this except pure enjoyment and a wish to share the image of Aya, Yohji, Ken and Omi in my head.
That’s as far as I’ve gotten so far with this one. I need to figure out what happens next.
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– HELP FROM THE PAST –
Yohji glanced into the rearview mirror again. He grimaced. “Damn.”
Aya didn’t even glance at him, eyes trained on the road while one slim and tried to hold back most of his flaming red hair. “We’re being followed.”
“Hn.”
“Can you lose them?”
“Depends. How obvious you think we should be?”
Aya said nothing, thinking. Yohji turned over a few ideas in his own head. Traffic around him wasn’t too bad. They were far enough outside the city proper that they couldn’t just get lost in a crowd.
Aya finally spoke. “Drive into the city. We’ve got to ditch the car anyway.”
“What about our stuff?”
Silence for moment. “How much can you lose?”
Yohji sighed. “I can lose all of it but I’d like to keep at least one bag.”
Aya nodded. “Any suggestions?”
“One. I’ve a friend who owns a bar. It’s place where one of my stashes is.”
“Hn. You trust him?”
“I don’t trust her that much, no. But enough.”
He watched Aya absorb the pronoun. Or, at least, tried to figure out what was going on behind that porcelain mask. He switched gears then reached over to squeeze Aya’s knee. “I haven’t dated her for awhile, Aya. She had a boyfriend the last I heard.”
Aya shrugged, keeping his eyes trained forward. He didn’t even acknowledge the hand.
Yohji sighed. Since Aya hadn’t objected, he went ahead and headed for Ayume’s place, keeping a careful eye on the blue sedan tracking them.
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Yohji glanced over at Aya just before they went into the bar. “Don’t take anything that I’m about to do seriously, Aya.”
All he got was a raised eyebrow.
He grimaced and leaned in a tad. “I want to kiss you.”
“Don’t. Lead on.”
He huffed a sigh, shrugged his bag further up on his shoulder, then pushed through the door.
“Yoshiki!”
Yohji winced dramatically at the shrieked sound of his alias. He faked a groan when a buxom brunette barreled around the bar to throw herself in his arms, barely letting him drop his bag before he caught her. “Ayume. Loud as ever.”
She kissed his cheek then swatted his arm. “Oh you! How are you! I missed you. You never come around anymore.” She noticed Aya behind him. Predictably, her eyes lit up. Aya, after all, was quite a looker. She batted her eyes prettily and extended her hand. “And who is your friend?”
“This is Aida.”
Aya didn’t bat an eye. His cool mask didn’t slip a bit as he nodded at Ayume, neglecting to take her hand.
She smiled, dropping it. Realizing she’d get nowhere with Aya, she turned to Yohji, taking his arm in both of hers to press her breasts against his bicep. “What brings you here, Yoshiki?”
“Haunting the old place, seeing what’s up.” He let Ayume pull him to the bar, trusting Aya to follow. Their bags were left by the door. There were barely a dozen people in the bar. Either Aya or Yohji would notice if someone got to nosy.
Ayume eyed the bags. “On the move again, Yoshiki?”
He smiled as she rounded to the back of the bar. “You know it.”
“Where to this time?”
“Not sure.”
“You need a place to crash?” She laughed at his hopeful look. “The room upstairs is still empty.”
“Ayume, my love, you’re the best!”
He ignored Aya’s stony silence.
They made nice with Ayume and her customers for awhile. Well, Yohji made nice. Aya ordered one Jack and Coke and nourished it in silence as he sat beside Yohji. Yohji was shocked that Aya ordered something alcoholic, but wasn’t at liberty to ask.
Finally, Yohji led him up to the small, one room studio that was across the hall from Ayume’s own apartment. It was drab and dusty, but not altogether bad. Both of them had stayed in much worse.
He dropped his bag on a rickety chair by the bed and watched Aya as he surveyed the room and briefly checked out the bathroom.
At last, the redhead turned to face him.
They shared a moment of silence.
“It was a long time ago, Aya.”
Aya shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Obviously it does.”
Aya took off his jacket, carefully extracting the katana from where it was stashed in the lining. “Should you go sleep with her to maintain our cover?” He laid the weapon carefully on the table.
Yohji’s eyes narrowed. “No, damn it. I told you…”
“It was a long time ago, yes. But would Yoshiki fall into her bed when he came back?” Violet eyes pierced him but gave him nothing of Aya’s thoughts or emotions. Abyssinian was in lethal charge.
“Possibly.”
Those eyes shuttered, glancing toward the window. “Then you should go.”
“No.”
“It’ll seem odd and we don’t…”
Aya broke off, immediately on guard as Yohji stalked up to him. Yohji didn’t care. “I don’t give a damn about cover. We’re not going to be here all night anyway. The reasons I brought us here are threefold.” He held up one hand between them, one finger raised. “One, Ayume doesn’t talk much as a general rule, despite what you saw tonight. If you think about it, she didn’t really say anything.” Second finger. “Two. My stash is up in the corner of that ceiling.” Third finger. “And three, there’s a poorly guarded car lot that we can get to through alleys and a back way out of here. If anyone did follow us, there’s a hell of a chance they won’t see us leave.”
Aya blinked at him, beautiful even in the harsh light of the single, uncovered bulb above their heads. “So what are we waiting for?”
Yohji grimaced. “This.” He snapped out with the hand between them, managing to catch Aya off guard. Surprising. He caught Aya’s chin and held the shorter man’s face tilted perfectly to receive his kiss.
Those hot, pliable lips didn’t respond immediately. In fact, Yohji thought he’d lose his hold or get a punch to the gut. But after a brief moment of tension, Aya sighed. No, it was too much for a sigh. It was almost, but not quite, a whimper. He melted. He stepped into Yohji’s body, chest bumping chest, and wound his arms around Yohji’s waist.
Thank god! Yohji thought, releasing Aya’s chin so he could slide his arms around the man’s neck. “Aya, I…”
“Fuck me, Kudoh,” Aya rasped, strong hands tugging at Yohji’s jeans.
Yohji blinked. “Huh?”
Aya snarled, yanking Yohji’s jeans open. “I want you inside me.”
Yohji shuddered. Be strong. “Aya, we don’t have time…”
“We’ll make time, damn it.” Aya’s mouth took Yohji’s in a brutal, desperate kiss as his hands freed Yohji’s half hard cock from his jeans.
Yohji hissed as Aya squeezed his shaft. He lost track enough to be caught off guard when Aya dropped to his knees and shoved all of Yohji into his mouth. “God, Aya!” He grabbed onto Aya’s strong shoulders for balance. Felt his cock surge with blood, forcing Aya to release most of it as it grew. Didn’t seem to bother Aya, who squeezed the base then bobbed up and down the length, torturing Yohji with rough, wet caresses.
Yohji swallowed, trying not to come. It was a difficult thing. Peeking down at Aya, he groaned, watching Aya not only devour his dick but also open his own pants to free that beautiful red cock of his own. “Aya.”
Grunt. Aya made him wet, made his cock glisten with saliva. He pumped it, watching it almost critically, getting it just right. When satisfied, he stood. His white coat flew aside, landing in a heap on the faded comforter on the bed. His pants dropped halfway down those long, pale legs. He turned and bent over the pock-marked table. “Now, Kudoh.”
“Aya…”
“Yohiji, please!” That desperate tone, almost heard. Just like that first night.
Yohji couldn’t resist it. He stepped up behind Aya, spread those alabaster cheeks with one hand, aimed with the other, then slid slowly into the most perfect ass ever.
Aya arched back, moaning softly. The back of his skull bumped Yohji’s shoulder as he leaned forward to wrap an arm around Aya’s chest.
“Aya…”
Aya pushed back. Blindly, he found Yohji’s other hand and brought it to his cock. Together they pumped it while Aya rocked back onto Yohji’s cock and Yohji pressed forward into Aya’s body.
Yohji shut his eyes, completely caught by the beauty of it. Making love to Aya. Not so much fucking. Loving. The frantic moves that they started with slowed. Aya shut his eyes tight but didn’t insist on speed or strength. He gripped Yohji’s hand on his length, content to match Yohji’s slow slide in and out of his body.
“Aya,” Yohji sighed again, face buried in the back of his lover’s neck, breathing deep of the deep rose spice of Aya’s skin.
Urgency took them slowly. It was inevitable. They didn’t have the time for a leisurely fuck and were too frantic for each other to make the slow pump last. Yohji jerked forward. Aya gasped. Aya gripped Yohji’s hand harder on his cock. Aya fell forward, free hand braced on the table. Yohji’s hips escaped his control and he pumped hard into Aya. He came first, but Aya’s jerk to completion was only a moment behind.