Beautiful Nights

Marie 'Mim' Efverstedt

Aya pulled the dark blue yukata a bit tighter around him as he soundlessly padded down the smooth, stone paved path on bare feet. The night cool slabs felt chilly under the naked soles of his feet, but it was as stimulating to his body and senses as the breeze sweeping its gentle fingers through his fiery hair. The deep shadows of the willowy trees and lush bushes lining the path made his approach the stealthy nature he liked it to be, none different than other nights when conducting other, darker and bloodier business.

But this was not one of those nights. This night was for him alone, to relax for once in its gentle, embracing darkness, unseen by others and untouchable.

Kritiker had sent Weiss to a remote hotel up in the mountains not far from Mount Fuji, admitting the assassins had worked hard enough during the past eight months to deserve a vacation away from Tokyo and her bustling life and activities.

That two of the team members had taken quite severe injuries on their most recent mission had probably something to do with it, but that was not something Aya wanted to dwell on, both Ken and Yohji had been close to death and to loose either of them was unthinkable. Aya berated himself for being negligent; he felt responsible for the others as their leader and pushed himself harder to make sure the three of them came out of every mission alive.

The redheaded assassin shook himself as if to escape the morose thoughts, he succeeded to the extent that they settled in the back of his mind for gloomier hours when he felt the need to indulge in misery. But not now. This was the time to relax, he told himself and as with everything else in life, he'd make sure he did it to perfection.

The pool came into view among the sleek, grey trunks of the trees where it lay in its own secluded little glade out of sight from the hotel, overlooking the valley below and surrounded on three sides by the sheltering trees, looked upon only by the flickering stars and a waning moon. Aya paused for a moment. If he really tried, he could imagine he was the only human alive in the world. And wouldn't that be a dream? No more dark beasts, no more fighting for the unknowing innocents or to struggle to keep hope alive for his sister. No memories, no dreams, no future.

He blinked slowly, a slight drawing of the eyebrows the only sign of emotion on his face, and continued down the rest of the path. Why was it a night free from missions always brought out these wretched thoughts in him? As if the free time allowed the past to haunt him in earnest when he didn't have anything to completely occupy his mind. All Aya wanted was for the night to be something wonderful, something where he could lie in his own bed, peaceful and safe and sleep for many uninterrupted hours, with dreams he actually cared to remember because they were beautiful.

He stopped all of a sudden, his acute assassin's senses warning him when an unexpected sound reached his ears. Unconsciously Aya tilted his head to better pick up and decipher the sound and then his shoulders relaxed a little as he heard it again, the sound of water splashing softly. He took the last few steps towards the pool, it was probably just the wind making the water ripple, no one here knew they were Weiss and no one besides Kritiker knew where they were. He really needed to unwind and forget the assassin's life for a while.

Then Aya stopped again for the second time, but out of surprise now, and stared at the tall, lean shape of his teammate. Yohji was chest deep in the water, leaning back against the smooth, curved edge of the pool with both arms stretched out to the sides and his head tilted back to blow out a long held breath of smoke. It curled misty white in the dark night and vanished bit by bit. He had his eyes closed even as he slowly brought his right hand to his lips to pull another lungful of smoke from the cigarette between his long fingers. The silver blue light from the lamps submerged in the pool gave his skin an almost surreal shade, somewhere between his natural golden and an ethereal white, and his hair glinted just the tiniest bit in the damp ends where the water kissed it gently.

Aya realized he was staring and abruptly shut his mouth.

But he remained where he stood, studying his oblivious teammate and glad for this moment when he could look at Yohji, who seemed different from his usual lecherous ladies man with his wide, charming grin and piercing green gaze that saw far too much.

At first Aya couldn't tell what was different about Yohji, but as he stood there, comfortably hidden by the shadows like the assassin he was, he slowly realized what it was. Yohji let out the breath he had held and slitted his eyes open for a moment to watch the smoke disappear. Then he sighed and closed his eyes again. He was relaxed.

Aya knotted a hand in his yukata. He wanted this for Yohji, wanted the older assassin to feel peaceful if even for just a moment, for Yohji to forget the ghosts of Asuka and Neu who haunted him in his dreams and nightmares alike, and it seemed just then like Aya's wish had come true. They all hid behind carefully crafted and adopted masks, and for Aya to see behind Yohji's were as unexpected as it was elevating.

Aya let out a deep breath and looked again at his teammate; Yohji was still leaning back against the edge but had sunk deeper into the water, the surface lapping around his collarbones. He turned his head slightly as he stubbed out his cigarette but then tilted his head back again, comfortable with the smooth edge supporting his back and the water holding him up gently.

Aya could glimpse the rest of his naked body through the distortion of illuminated water, the outlines of a leanly muscled chest and abdomen, slim hips and impossibly long legs. The red scar from his injury. It marred the left side of his stomach and stretched up towards his ribs. Aya bit his teeth together, he had never wished for Yohji to get hurt, but he was grateful for his selfless sacrifice this time; if not for Yohji, Aya would have been dead now.

He started a little where he stood. He had not noticed what Yohji was up to as he had been lost in memories of the last mission, but now he couldn't help but stare. One long-fingered hand drifted slowly down into the water, slipping along the sternum and down towards the navel. It hesitated for a moment before it moved to the scar, feathered touches along its angry line as if examining its condition. Green eyes narrowed slightly in what could've been pain.

Aya knew Yohji was still sore, even the otherwise simple task of bringing his own luggage from the car up to his room earlier that day, had made him wince. Aya had seen it even though Yohji bravely attempted to hide it from the others. He wasn't as ignorant of his team as they might think, he was their leader after all, and if they couldn't perform at top level and he failed to see it, it would mean greater danger for them all.

Yohji's hand moved back to the skin below his navel, still smooth and unmarred, and was pressed for a moment over the center of his being, his Qi. Then Aya instinctively held his breath as Yohji's hand drifted lower, almost tantalizingly slow, fingertips twirling in the hair at the junction of his legs before curling gently around his shaft, already swelling from the touch.

Aya darted a look at Yohji's face, afraid that he might look up and see him even in the dark, but Yohji still had his eyes closed. Yohji's lips parted a little as his hand began to move, long strokes up and down, making the water ripple just a little bit more around him. He let out a soft breath and rolled his hips.

Aya forced himself to breathe and swallow. He admitted to feeling a bit shameful standing here, watching as the older assassin pleasured himself, but couldn't turn his eyes away. He was entranced by the sight. So beautiful. Yohji was beautiful when in pleasure and Aya wanted to take part of it, let Yohji banish the dark that kept hold of Aya in the night. He wanted his own nights to be like Yohji.

He felt his own body begin to stir at the sight of the other man's ministrations, warmth spread from deep in his gut and filled every limb, making his groin tighten and his flesh fill with molten heat. Aya drew a slow breath and let a hand slide down his body, closer to his groin but not touching, not yet. He splayed his fingers over his centre and kept looking as Yohji took a deep breath and then gasped as his body rose towards that high. Not quite there, but close. So close Aya could feel it.

Yohji's hand moved faster, making the water stir around him as if it was rocking him, swaying him closer to the edge and the ecstasy beyond. He moaned and the husky sound made Aya gasp, his body tightened and he could no longer keep his hands put where they were. He slipped a hand inside the folds of the yukata and curled long, pale fingers around his own ache. He stroked slowly but with a firm hold, knowing his body and the tingling that rushed through him told him it wouldn't take much more before he found his release. His long lashes fluttered lower and he watched Yohji through glazed amethyst slits.

Then Yohji arched, his body a graceful line as it shuddered with pleasure and released his essence in the water. His hand slowly came to a stop, cradling his softening flesh in a gentle grip as his breathing slowed and he blinked glazed eyes open. He stared at the night sky for a moment and then sighed. He seemed content, relaxed. He was so beautiful. Aya closed his eyes to make sure he remembered this moment for dark nights to come.

Aya breathed deeply and allowed his body to take over, let it lead him to the edge and his hand picked up the speed and the rhythm of his hips. He thrust himself into the circle of his fingers and bit down on his lip not to moan out loud or the other man would hear him. His other hand dipped between his legs and cupped his sac, caressing it as it drew up tight to his body only moments before he pushed for the last time into his fist and came.

His lips parted around a gasp even though he tried to keep quiet and he opened his eyes to look towards the pool, even as he held his still weeping length in a gentle grasp. But Yohji hadn't noticed him; he had tilted his head forward now and was staring into the water. What he saw there other than his white seed, Aya could only imagine.

He took a deep breath and looked down at his hand and his own semen covering his fingers. It would soon dry and stick to his skin, make him feel dirty again like he did so many other nights when he had pleasured himself. Why couldn't he be like Yohji? So beautiful.

With a disgusted wrinkling of his nose he wiped his hand clean on the grass sprouting along the edge of the path and soberly tucked his yukata into order. He straightened his back and took the few remaining steps out from the trees and up to the pool. He let nothing show on his face as Yohji lifted his head in surprise and stared wide-eyed at his approach.

"Aya?" Yohji's eyebrows shot up towards his hairline and he put his feet down to stand up properly in the pool. He seemed to suddenly realize how naked he was and darted an uncertain eye at his own yukata not far away from the edge, a deep green one that matched the green of his eyes, Aya noted with approval.

"Yes," he said in response to the nearly shocked utterance of his name and stepped up to the edge across from Yohji.

"Whu… What are you doing here?" the older assassin asked, a bit uncomfortable with the sudden appearance. His hands flexed as if he tried to keep them from covering himself.

"Taking a bath," Aya answered shortly and squatted down to dip his fingers in the water. It was heated and was pleasantly warm in contrast to the cool night breeze. He held Yohji's gaze as he slowly stirred the water with his fingers, Yohji was nervous but met his eyes bravely. The green of his irises gleamed in the light from the water. Aya had to swallow.

Yohji tilted his head to the side and looked more closely at him, forgetting for a moment his own nudity. "You okay? You seem a bit flushed."

Aya lowered his eyes and pulled his hand back from the water. Did Yohji suspect? "I'm fine," he said quietly and rose. He felt his loins heating again under Yohji's close studying, but steeled his control over his body. He would not turn back now, the lure was too enticing.

Aya untied the sash around his waist and dropped it where he stood. He resolutely kept his eyes averted from the other man as he slipped the yukata from his shoulders and let it flow down to lie around his feet. The cool breeze swept in around him and made him want to hurry into the pool; nevertheless he forced himself to take it slow. But he could feel Yohji's gaze, he could hear his intake of breath at the sight of Aya's pale, slender body. He still kept his eyes down when he lowered himself into the water without hardly disturbing the surface.

Only when he was chest deep in the warm water did he look up and what he saw made him feel self-conscious all of a sudden, staring back, stunned. Yohji was staring at him, his lips parted and the pink tip of a tongue flicking out to moisten his lips. One of his hands had slid down his body again but only cupped him now, as if to keep his flesh from rising again. The other hand was splayed wide across his sternum.

Aya narrowed his eyes in consideration and Yohji must have taken it for disapproval, for he twitched and looked away guiltily. Aya mourned the loss of that green gaze. He yearned for the beauty. Perhaps Yohji was what Aya needed to vanquish his own ghosts.

"Yohji, don't," he murmured deeply as he began to wade across the pool towards Yohji. Large, green eyes turned back to him in astonishment and Aya had to smile, the corners of his mouth angling up slightly, he looked so adoringly shocked at Aya's approach.

"Don't what?" he asked slowly, taking a step back when Aya came too close.

Aya let his eye wander over Yohji's face and down his neck and shoulders, lingering at the softly shadowed hollow between his collarbones before it slid lower to pierce the water to the skin and limbs below. "Don't leave."

Yohji's lashes fluttered and his lips parted at Aya's deep voice and he held himself more firmly. "Why?" he asked quietly. "I've bathed already, I could go and let you -"

"Don't," Aya interrupted and stepped closer still. He could feel the heat from the other man's body now; sense the water that shifted between them as they moved. He raised his gaze again and looked into Yohji's eyes, saw a gleam of interest and wonder there, and leaned closer to smell Yohji's neck.

Yohji gasped softly when he felt Aya's warm breath against his damp skin and stiffened slightly at the darting touch of a moist tongue tip. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice just a little bit shaky and telling of uncertainty as well as a measure of curiosity.

"I want to smell you," Aya said calmly, not letting any of the heat rushing through his own body to be heard in his voice although the physical evidence couldn't be concealed as easily, he felt his flesh stir and swell at the sound of the other man's voice.

Yohji laughed nervously, his shoulder lifting slightly. "What do I smell like?"

Aya breathed deeply through his nose, the tip just brushing Yohji's long neck. "Good. Earth, salt, sweat." He angled his torso closer to Yohji's, the tiny hairs on his skin rising in response to the nearness of the other's body. He slipped a hand through the water and feathered his fingertips against Yohji's skin. Even that brief contact sent a thrill up his arm.

Yohji shifted stiffly but didn't move away. "What are you doing?" he asked again, but his voice held nothing of the uncertainty any longer, it had dropped to become low and mellow.

"I want to feel you," Aya whispered with his lips brushing down Yohji's shoulder.

The older man took a slow breath. "And what do I feel like?"

"Strong. Smooth, velvet, heat..." Aya splayed his fingers and pressed his palm to Yohji's abdomen. "Beautiful."

He felt the shiver that ran through Yohji's body as his other hand slid around the slim waist to hold Yohji still when he moved closer. Yohji's body was tall, wiry and held a strength that belied his lean form. Aya could feel it now when he slipped close to the other man, his own body slightly wider across the shoulders, slightly more mass to his muscles. He wondered idly who of them would come out on top if they were to fight for real, not just sparring to keep reflexes and tactics sharp. Yohji had height and range and was more flexible than Aya, though Aya had speed and agility and a better head for planning his moves, at least when he didn't let his emotions get the best of him.

Yohji sighed when Aya's hand moved up his back, mapping the dips and knobs of his spine on its way up into damp, blond hair. He massaged Yohji's scalp in slow circles, enjoying how responsive the taller man was as he tilted his head back into Aya's hand, his lips falling open on another sigh.

Aya stared at the sight before him, his gut filling with heat at Yohji's unconscious offering of his bared throat. Aya sealed his lips to the soft skin below an ear. He shuddered when Yohji groaned and when hands that had up till now been idle slid up his chest to his shoulders, Aya couldn't help himself, couldn't keep from sucking just a bit to get more of Yohji.

Yohji gasped and gripped harder around Aya's shoulders. Aya quickly soothed the darkening skin with tender licks of his tongue, before placing soft kisses down the taut muscles towards the collarbone. Yohji's fingers flexed and he pulled a breath.

"Aya…" he began breathlessly, but had to break off to swallow. He raised his head out of Aya's hand. "Aya, what is this?" he asked.

Aya placed a lingering kiss on the curve of Yohji's shoulder and neck before he lifted his lips just enough to speak. "I saw you, just now," he said quietly and felt Yohji stiffen. "You looked relaxed, content." He moved his almost touching lips closer to Yohji's ear, his breath wafting across the shell. "You looked beautiful. I want that. I want that beauty."

Yohji turned his head to look more directly at Aya and his green eyes were wide in bafflement and curiosity. "Want… me?"

"Yes," he murmured deeply and nuzzled his nose around Yohji's ear. He smiled when the other man shuddered. "You, Yohji."

Yohji tilted his head to give Aya more room to kiss his neck and Aya gladly accepted the invitation. Yohji's hands moved a little, hesitantly as if he wasn't sure whether he was allowed or not. Aya didn't mind leading in this, as well as in the field.

"Just keep still for now, Yohji," he whispered and after a moment felt the other man relax slightly. "Let me taste you." He kissed and nibbled his way down to the hollow between Yohji's collarbones, dipped the tip of his tongue once and then licked a moist line up the other side of the long neck. Yohji's breath was coming faster now and his grip just a little bit firmer on Aya's shoulders. When Aya curled his tongue around a soft earlobe and then took it into his mouth to suck gently, Yohji moaned and leaned into him. Aya was not quite prepared for the added weight but quickly shifted to accommodate.

"Aya," Yohji breathed and Aya groaned. The husky tone of the other's voice caused a shiver to run down his spine and made his groin tighten. "Aya," Yohji said again, more strength in his voice now. "We're in the pool, someone might come."

"No, not at this hour." Aya was determined not to let dubious privacy distract him now and it was unlikely any of the other guests or any of the hotel staff was going to walk in on them, the pool was secluded enough to be private. And if they were to be disturbed, Aya would make sure that person never ventured outside in the night ever again.

"Aya." Yohji interrupted Aya's exploration of his ear by tilting his head slightly away. "What about the others?"

Aya knew Omi had probably made himself at home in Ken's room by now, more precisely in his bed, taking care of the dark-haired assassin in every way desirable. Aya hadn't been surprised when he found out the two younger men were more than just teammates, the coupling was rather unavoidable.

Narrow, violet eyes met glittering, green ones. "Are you afraid, Yohji?" he had to ask and a tingling thrill went through him at the thought. He'd gladly ease Yohji's fears.

Yohji pulled back just enough to look levelly at him. "Afraid?" he smiled briefly but then lowered his lashes to give Aya a smoldering look. "Not of you," he said in a seductive purr.

"Good," Aya growled and pulled him close to press their bodies together. Yohji smiled again and wrapped his arms around his neck. He didn't even blink when Aya pressed his lips to Yohji's in a heated kiss. He forced his tongue past moist lips into the heat beyond and was immediately met by Yohji's tongue. They twisted around each other briefly before Yohji surrendered with a deep groan and let Aya deepen the kiss further, submitting control, trusting his leader to guide him in this clash as well as in fights of other nights. Aya's heart swelled with warmth at Yohji's utter belief in him. He'd treasure it greatly.

They eventually broke apart for air and Yohji leaned his forehead against Aya's, slowly lifting his eyelids to look into Aya's eyes. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispered.

Aya blinked and raised his head. "You have?" he asked, his turn to be surprised now.

Yohji smiled, one of his inviting, wide smiles that always made Aya jealous of the woman or man receiving them. "Yes."

Dark red eyebrows drew into an annoyed frown. "Why haven't you said something?" he was genuinely puzzled, Yohji never failed to let his objects of desire know he wanted them.

"I was afraid you'd reject me. I…." he trailed off and Aya encouraged him to go on by massaging his hands in slow circles down his back. "I didn't know if you wanted any kind of relationship, or even if you wanted…" he hesitated, "well… a man."

Aya looked at him, this beautiful, sensual creature, and wondered how he would ever be able to make Yohji understand just how much he wanted him.

Yohji seemed troubled by Aya's close look and continued quickly. "You've always been so cold towards others, never told us anything of your past or who you are or what you like. How was I supposed to know you would be open to me?"

Aya leaned closer. "Did you doubt your skills as a lover?" Yohji blinked. "That would be a first."

"Well, I…" he looked a bit lost.

"Don't," Aya murmured and Yohji met his gaze.

"Don't what?" he asked hesitantly.

"Don't doubt yourself. Let me show you just what you do to me." Aya brushed his lips over Yohji's mouth and after the first hesitant moment, Yohji answered.

Aya held him close as he kissed his way from Yohji's mouth, down his jaw and neck to nibble and bite gently at the muscle of his shoulder. He heard the taller man's every shallow and fast breath, felt the shivers that made the strong, lean muscles tremble just a bit, and enjoyed the fact that it was he who made Yohji this way.

But he wanted more; he realized when he couldn't put his lips to the pebbled flesh of Yohji's nipples because the water was too high. Yohji's hands flexed around his shoulder and neck where they had migrated, when Aya stopped.

"Aya," he pleaded and rubbed his palm down Aya's spine.

"Yohji," Aya urged and green, lust glazed eyes met his. "I want more."

Yohji blinked, his lips parting as if he was about to say something, then closed them again.

"You're hesitating," Aya murmured. The suave, flirtatious assassin who had never denied his own or his lovers' sexual desires, was hesitating. Aya had to smile.

"Well, I…" Yohji lowered his eyes for a moment and when he looked up again, his expression was serious and determined and his eyes a deep, heated green. "I want this to be right, Aya. I want our first time to be as good as I've imagined it to be."

Aya stared at the tall blond, letting his eyes drink in every line and angle of his face, his eyes, his full lips. Yohji had fantasized about them together. Not that Aya was very surprised that Yohji thought about sex, but what did surprise him was that Aya had been a part of that fantasy. A very pleasurable part, apparently. He vowed to live up to the expectations.

"It will be as good as you've imagined, Yohji. Trust me," he murmured and leaned in to seal his vow with a kiss. Aya kissed gently until he felt Yohji respond, before he slowly slid his hands down his flanks, the skin smooth under his fingers. He carefully avoided the sore scar, only feathering his fingertips over it to let Yohji know he knew of the pain, and partly to examine it for himself, unable not to make sure his teammate was alright. He let his hands linger for a moment on the angular juts of hipbones and then slipped them around to the soft dip just at the end of Yohji's spine.

Yohji smiled against Aya's lips and returned the tender gesture. He stroked his palms flat down Aya's back, grazing the odd fingernail along the spine. He murmured unintelligible encouragements into their kiss when Aya growled deep in his throat and nipped at Yohji's bottom lip.

Aya couldn't stand the torment of unfulfilled pleasure any longer. They had both come not long before, but the closeness of another hard body was quite enough to reawaken their lust. Aya teased his fingers along the crevice of Yohji's buttocks and gasped as a thrill rushed through him when Yohji inserted his thigh between Aya's legs.

He had to take it further before it became unbearable, the blood ran hot through his veins and the heat in his groin had him fully erect and riding on Yohji's thigh. And judging by the sharp exhale and pleasurable shudder that traveled through Yohji's body when a fingertip pushed inquisitively against his tight opening, he was eager and burning too.

Aya pushed a little more, curious to see Yohji's reaction to being entered, hungry for the moans he made when the tip of a finger slid just inside.

"Uhnn… Oh, Aya." Yohji couldn't keep his hips from shifting back against the invading finger. "Yess," he husked when Aya obliged him and pushed the finger deeper. He panted and arched against Aya, his eyes closed and his moist and lust-reddened lips parted, shuddering when Aya began to slide his finger in and out.

"That's it," Aya murmured approvingly. "Yohji…" He leaned in and covered those compliant lips with his own, pushing his tongue past them in concert to his finger. The hands around his waist gripped harder and Yohji pulled their hips together, garnering strangled groans from both of them as their erections was trapped between them.

"Yohji," Aya ground out. "I want you." He couldn't wait any longer. "Now."

Yohji slitted glazed, emerald eyes open and seared Aya's soul with the desire and intensity in them. "Yes. Oh, Aya. Take me." His hand was suddenly on Aya's erection, stroking firmly in an urgent pace that threatened to make Aya come right then and there. He gasped and had to tear the hand away.

Yohji complained when the finger was removed from inside him, but soon fell quiet in anticipation when Aya began to move them both towards the ladder a few steps away. Aya made sure to keep constant contact with as much of Yohji's body as possible each step of the way, afraid that if the physical contact was broken the beauty he had in his hands would flee his grasp. But he needn't worry; Yohji was as willing to be closer to him as ever a lover.

He urged Yohji back against the ladder and up a few steps until his hips was out of the water and he could sit down on the pool edge. Yohji seemed a bit self-conscious at the eager erection that was suddenly very visible, but Aya only smiled, his mouth turning up at the corners and dipped his head without warning to take the blushing head into his mouth in appreciation, clamping his lips tight around the hard, velvet length.

Yohji cried out, as much in surprise as with the pleasure that burst along every nerve and rocked his hips, more on instinct than intention.

Aya lifted his head and met wide green eyes, filled with astonishment and affection. "You taste good," he said, his voice a husky, deep timbre.

Yohji pulled a breath before he could answer. "I wish I could taste you as well."

"There'll be time for that," Aya promised. "Now, lie back," he urged with a hand to his sleek abdomen and Yohji did so, presenting Aya with his body, loyal and willing.

Aya's heart filled with warmth and he took Yohji in his mouth again in pure gratitude and wrapped his tongue around it, his eartails tickling the skin of Yohji's thighs as his hands massaged the swell of his buttocks. Yohji groaned and spread his legs as wide as the hand bars on the ladder would permit.

Aya didn't waste any time. He pushed a finger inside Yohji's tight passage again, sliding it slowly in and out a few times before he added another digit, stretching as well as he could, preparing Yohji's body for something larger, more vital.

"Aya," Yohji panted. "Aya, please. Now." He writhed and pushed back against the fingers inside him, trying to impale himself deeper, wanting Aya to find the spot inside him that would make him feel like every nerve ending was on fire.

Aya reluctantly let his stiff erection go and took the necessary steps up the ladder to align himself. He was wet from the water in the pool, but not wet enough, he knew. "You're not ready, Yohji. It'll hurt," he said quietly, searching for the other's eyes.

"I don't care," Yohji almost pleaded, lifting his head enough to look at Aya across the expanse of his body. "Please, now, Aya." He cupped himself, lifting his sac out of the way and letting his head drop back down, he raised a knee and hooked it over Aya's shoulder, moving the other up against his chest and rocked his hips against Aya.

He was forced to bite back a groan, his flesh swelling further at the look of Yohji offering himself so completely. With one hand curled around the base to his erection and the other braced on Yohji's hip, he pushed forward against the puckered opening to Yohji's body. He felt Yohji make a conscious effort to relax, and smoothed his hand soothingly along Yohji's flank.

The first tight ring of muscles gave way to his slow but decisive invasion, letting the head of Aya's cock pop inside. He held there for a long moment when Yohji cried out, his body clenching around them both in the instinctive reaction to repel the invader.

"Shh," Aya murmured. "Relax." His voice sounded steadier and calmer than he had thought it would, his own body was screaming at him to drive himself all the way in to the hilt in this tight, burning heat that was Yohji. But he forced control on his body, considering Yohji and the pain he had to endure when being penetrated without sufficient lubrication or preparation.

Yohji pulled a deep breath and Aya moved his hand to his erection. It had softened a little and he curled his fingers around it, stroking it slowly and firmly from root to tip, coaxing it back to hardness and with it Yohji's lust and need. The flesh stiffened and swelled in Aya's hand and when Yohji moaned and rolled his hips, Aya continued to push inside.

He took it slowly, pulling back a bit from time to time to ease the tight muscles, letting them adjust to his presence. Yohji soon breathed easier, his hips angling more to accommodate Aya and his hands searching for something to hold on to.

Aya reached out and twined their fingers together. Yohji looked up at him with a smoldering expression and pulled Aya to him to seal their lips together, sucking on Aya's lower lip and thrusting his tongue into Aya's mouth as he made a first rocking with his hips. Aya met him halfway and Yohji cried out as he hit his prostate.

"Come here," Aya said and pulled him up against him; Yohji wrapped arms and legs around him and rocked their hips together again.

"Ah, Aya," he wailed, his head falling back in abandon as he took him in deeper. "Please. Move."

"So impatient," Aya smiled but he had other ideas, he wanted to make this last, he'd never get another first time with Yohji, never get to see Yohji's face crease when he came around Aya for the first time. With a steady arm around Yohji's waist, he lowered their joined bodies back down into the pool, the water lapping around them, flowing between them as Aya made his first deep thrust and Yohji writhed against him.

"Uhnn… Aya, again. More, give me more."

Aya loved the way Yohji said his name, the way his voice sounded, husky and smooth at the same time, deeper and richer than the tone he usually used when he spoke. This was Yohji in passion, Aya realized, and he was so beautiful. He had to tell him.

"You're so beautiful, Yohji," he whispered and buried his hand in Yohji's hair. The damp long strands felt like silk to his touch, like honey spilling between his fingers.

Yohji looked at him for a moment before he smiled softly. "So are you. So sexy. Who knew you could be so hot." Yohji tightened his muscles around Aya's length inside him and Aya ground his teeth together when his body threatened to disobey him.

"Move," husked Yohji and rolled his hips in demand.

Aya did so without hesitation, pulling out almost all the way despite their submerged bodies and drove himself all the way inside firmly, thrusting all the passion and desire he felt into Yohji's body.

Yohji tilted his blond head back and breathed in time with Aya's movements, his breath hitching when Aya jabbed against his prostate. He tightened his hold around Yohji's waist and buttocks and watched him through slitted eyes. Yohji's insides felt like velvet around him, tight, burning friction that squeezed every time he hit the older man's spot of pleasure. He picked up the speed a little, but kept the thrusts just as deep as before. Yohji began to roll his hips to meet him and opened heated green eyes to look at him.

"Oh, yes. Right there," he breathed and held Aya tighter with his thighs around Aya's waist. He snaked one hand down Aya's chest and tweaked a stiff nipple, smiling smugly when Aya moaned, though he wasn't able to make his rhythm waver. "Kiss me," he demanded and found Aya's mouth before he had a chance to answer.

Aya felt Yohji's tongue tip against his lips and opened his mouth to let him enter. He suckled on Yohji's fleshy tongue to distract him from the hand he wrapped around his erection. Yohji moaned into their kiss and thrust into Aya's hand.

"So hot," he breathed when they broke apart for air, his forehead against Aya's. "You feel so good inside me, so big and strong and so good, Aya. Oh, give me more…"

His words threatened to take Aya over the edge and he refused to go alone. He bit his teeth together and moved into a faster rhythm, stroking Yohji faster, kissing and licking down his neck to make him feel as much as possible, goose bumps rising on his skin and his muscles quivering. He wanted to make Yohji come.

Yohji seemed to hold his breath, as if in anticipation, just before the moment when his whole body clenched down around him. His muscles tightened around Aya, an incredible constriction that wrung a groan of painful pleasure from deep in his throat. Then Yohji trembled in his arms and cried out as he came, his hips thrusting one last time into Aya's hand.

Aya tried to keep his eyes open and look at Yohji in his moment of release, but his body had its own demands. He drove himself into Yohji's clenching channel one, two, three more times, each push longer and deeper than the last, before he couldn't bear it anymore and spilled himself as deep inside as he could. His vision spiraled into white for a moment and he wasn't aware of anything else than the satisfying, fulfilling bliss that filled him.

Then there was a warm, moist mouth placing lingering, sweet kisses on his face and he dragged his eyes open. Yohji still had his long legs firmly wrapped around Aya's waist as if he was reluctant to let go, one hand smoothing down Aya's spine and the other edging into his hair.

"That was so good, babe," Yohji murmured. "I never thought I'd get to do this with you but now that I have, I want to do it again." He closed the distance between them and brushed his lips over Aya's.

"Hn." Aya wasn't quite ready to speak just yet; he was still basking in the afterglow of a wonderful, breathtaking fuck. He suddenly felt the urge to devour the lean, smooth body in his arms.

The other man grinned. "I take that as a yes."

Aya allowed a smile on his lips and Yohji smiled back, that inviting smile again, but now, somehow it seemed more genuine. Aya would make sure he was the only one who ever received it again. The only one to hold this sensual, generous creature in his arms.

Aya had been afraid his nights would remain the horror filled dark existences they had always been to him. But now, with a new heat coursing through his veins and his body warming with the deep green gaze firmly holding his, Aya knew how to vanquish the dark. He'd sought beauty. Now Aya though he had found it. With Yohji by his side, in his arms, his nights would be beautiful.

~Owari~