Dont Tell Me You Love me
by Aimless
Chapter 3
The smirk was back on Aya’s face as he crawled back up on the bed. He stopped when he was straddling the blond once more. He lowered himself onto Yohji’s thighs and looked at the blond assassin. He was sleep tousled and sprawled under Aya. Still warm from his nest of blankets he looked so damned fuckable.
Yohji looked back at the red head and drew in a harsh breath as Aya grabbed his half hardened arousal. He gave it a few brisk strokes that had Yohji gasping at the almost too tight grip. His eyes closed as Aya’s rough hand job catapulted him from interested to painfully, throbbingly, hard in just a few moments.
“Look at me Yohji.” Aya waited until those startlingly green orbs fastened on his face. Yohji was now squirming under him as Aya varied his strokes as he spread the moisture that now steadily leaked from the tip. “Are you sure you want this? Do you want me to stay?”
The blond groaned and arched into the hand that drove him closer to the edge. “Stay. Don’t you dare leave.” Yohji groaned again as Aya’s hand ran up and down his slick length.
The light from the opened blinds washed the room in a silvery glow. Yohji looked at the man sitting astride him. Aya’s face was an expressionless mask. The only evidence that he felt anything was his quickened breathing and the erection pressed into Yohji’s thigh. Decorating one alabaster cheek and the side of his neck was a pattern of brownish droplets. Yohji realized it was the evidence of a completed mission. Aya must have literally come straight to his room after getting back. He knew now that this was how the newest member of Weiss coped. How he escaped the harsh realities of what they did for a living. The blond also understood all too well the need for such a release. To ease all the pain and sorrow in a flood of emotion and sensation. It was a fleeting and temporary solution but one that they both sought after. That was why Yohji went out night after night looking for companionship and the mind numbing oblivion of sex and alcohol. It was to prove that he could still feel anything besides aching numbness. A sharp jerk on his pre-cum glistening cock pulled him abruptly from his musings. Yohji could not bite back a moan as Aya’s damp finger slowly circled the small puckered opening behind his balls.
Yohji arched his back at the slight burning intrusion as the red head slowly pushed two fingers inside his tight passage. “Aya! Ah... wait. Slow down.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He slowly pressed his fingers all the way inside. Then scissored them as he pulled them most of the way back out and then in again.
“Gods no but wait.....ah...ah... a second.” Yohji panted as he groped the nightstand beside the bed till he was able to pull open the drawer. He fished around inside till he came out with a fat tube. Aya caught the tube one handed as Yohji’s arm dropped one more to the mattress to grip the sheets.
Yohji watched as Aya squeezed a generous amount of the clear gel onto his fingers. His breath hitched as the redhead lightly stroked his opening. He grunted slightly as Aya slipped three fingers into his tight passage. His back arched as Aya unerringly found that spot inside him that made him see stars. One teasing brush and the sensation was gone. The damned infuriating man had removed his fingers.
“You’d better be replacing them with something else Aya. I’m not in the mood to be teased.” Yohji really wasn’t in the mood to wait. He was so hard he ached and to see the aloof redhead straddling him made his cock throb with need.
“So what should I do Yohji?” Aya’s lip quirked up in a little sneer.
Yohji growled in frustration. Damn Aya for making him need the redhead and damn him for making him ask for it. He knew though that in this contest of wills he would be the loser. Tonight would not be the night that he broke through Aya’s impenetrable mask to find the man beneath. Tonight was for slaking their lust and to forget their troubled lives. Even though Yohji wished otherwise he gave Aya the only answer he was willing to hear.
“Fuck me Aya.” Yohji spread his legs wide.
He watched the redhead use the lube again. This time spreading it thickly on his weeping cock. Aya ran his hands up his thighs and pushed them up and back towards the blond’s chest. Yohji tensed when he felt a blunt hardness pressing against him. He exhaled harshly as Aya slowly pushed himself inside. The swordsman was in no mood to take it slow and easy. With one hard thrust he was seated to the hilt enveloped in Yohji’s warm tightness.
Well he had asked for it hadn’t he? Yohji hissed as Aya filled him. The burn from his abrupt penetration made him grit his teeth. Before he could even get used to the invasion Aya pulled almost all the way back out and thrust in again hard. “God Aya… Ah… slow down a bit.” Yohji bit out as he was impaled again.
"Can’t… I need… need to forget. Let me forget.” Aya had his eyes closed as he thrust into his teammate. “Put your legs around me.”
Yohji shifted until his legs were wrapped around the redhead’s waist pulling him even deeper into his body. The blond threw his head back as this new position hit a spot inside him that made him cry out. “Oh God Aya… yes. Harder… you feel so good. So deep ah… yes.” He arched into every thrust. The swordsman was so hot and hard inside him. It was a feeling like no other. Yohji did not usually ever bottom but with Aya it was different. He wanted to be possessed, used and debauched. Just this one glimpse of the passion Aya held inside was intoxicating.
Aya got the solace he so desperately needed. He lost himself in the clinging heat of Yohji’s body. Sensations flooded him; washed away some of his sins at least for a little while. He did not question why he sought out the infuriating blond. He did not want to dig too far below the surface and find that he actually did care for the lanky assassin. He could not afford to care for anyone. It hurt too much to open himself up to all the emotions he kept bottled inside. He would never be vulnerable again. Yohji was simply convenient and willing. It saved him from having to go out and find a companion for the night. Yohji’s cries and pleas of harder and faster enflamed the redhead’s lust. He grabbed the blond’s hips and held him in place as he drove in and out of the writhing man’s body.
Aya slid his right hand over the damp skin of Yohji’s abdomen and wrapped it around the blond’s rock hard shaft. He pumped Yohji’s cock in time with his thrusts till the blond was crying out his name. Wringing these responses from the normally laid back assassin was satisfying a need Aya did not know he had. He wanted to drive Yohji wild with desire. Something that usually did not concern him in his usual one night stands. He was lying to himself by thinking that the man under him was nothing more than a fuck toy. It was a realization that he had to keep to himself. Yohji’s hand joined his and together they jerked him off. Yohji’s legs gripped him tightly as Aya pistoned in and out of his slick hole.
“Aya… so close. Gonna come. Oh god… ugh... yes. Right there...harder.” Yohji chanted as he was driven closer to the edge.
Aya’s only answer was his harsh gasping breaths and the slap of wet skin on wet skin. The redhead felt Yohji tense under him and he cried out Aya’s name as jets of creamy fluid covered the blond’s abdomen and their joined hands. Aya felt his own orgasm build. Liquid heat spiraled from his groin to encompass all his senses as he pounded into Yohji’s trembling body. He gripped Yohji tight enough to bruise as he relentlessly thrust into him over and over. It felt so good and he did not want it to end. As the pressure built Aya groaned at the intensity of his impending release. He could not help it. No matter how hard Aya tried to stay detached from the experience the dam broke and with a hoarse cry he spilled himself inside the moaning blond.
Aya’s vision went white and he shook as he rode out the throes of his climax. He continued to thrust shallowly unwilling to separate himself from his partner. Unable to remain upright any longer Aya collapsed on Yohji’s chest still joined with the blond. He gasped for breath and lay there with his eyes closed. He did not want it to end. He did not want to remember. He lay there shivering as he felt a hand tentatively stroke his sweat soaked hair. It was comforting and for a moment he relished the tender caress. Then reality intruded and he remembered where he was and who he was with. He was wrapped in Yohji’s arms as the playboy petted him like a lover. It could not happen…he would not let it. Aya abruptly sat up pulling away from Yohji. The blond hissed at Aya’s sudden departure from his body. Aya was already retreating. Damn him. The redhead felt so good in his arms and he had been content to lie there. Now as he looked at Aya’s coldly impassive face he sighed. Determined more than ever to see the younger assassin like he had been but a moment ago; amethyst eyes half closed and a slight smile on his face.
“Happy to be of service. Please come again. Leave the money on the table by the bed.” Yohji said sarcastically as he watched Aya gather his clothes.
“Yohji I…” Aya started to say but was interrupted before he said more than a few words.
“Just go Aya. You got what you wanted. I got what I wanted. Hey it was better than jacking off alone.” Yohji rolled over on his side and closed his eyes. He would wait until the redhead was gone before getting up to wash away the evidence of their frantic coupling.
Hurt flashed in the depths of Aya’s violet eyes before the chill seeped back in. He picked up his Katana and mission coat as Yohji’s hand reached out and turned on the radio that sat on his bedside table. Clearly dismissing the younger assassin Yohji did not hear the door open.
Aya paused in the doorway. He looked at Yohji’s back and could not suppress the feelings that he had tried to hide. He needed Yohji even if he only ever admitted it to himself. Earlier that evening the blond had asked him if it mattered who he fucked. Aya realized in that moment that it did.
“Yohji?” It was barely more than a whisper but the blond heard him.
“What Aya?” Yohji turned over in bed and stared at the ceiling. Without even looking he snagged his cigarettes and with a practiced move lit one and tossed the lighter onto the table. He lay there smoking waiting for an answer.
“It matters Yohji.” Aya said quietly then slipped out the door.
Yohji lay there stunned at Aya’s admission. He was wondering if he had even heard it at all.
(Work in Progress)