Pretender

Dark Squall

With thanks to the yaoimongers, and apologies to scribbles for nicking a bit of her idea.

This belongs to me, but the boys don’t. ::sigh::

Pretender.

Yohji wondered just how he’d gotten into this whole mess.

Then looked back over his shoulder into those enchanting violet eyes and just knew. Fujimiya Aya could be extremely convincing when he put that surprisingly kinky little mind to it.

In the middle of the dance floor, moving in perfect sync with one another and the thundering, pounding beat of the rock music, Yohji could almost block out the entirety of the crowd who were watching them appreciatively. Every now and then an onlooker would get a little too personal before Aya’s glare and a muttered threat would send them away before blessing Yohji with a possessive little kiss.

And he looked sooo good, Yohji’s kitten, in those leathers so tight anyone who looked long enough to feel the red head’s glare could tell which side he dressed to, the black material stretched like a second skin over his long legs. Tantalising glimpses of the dusky pink flesh of nipples materialised through the half mesh half silk shirt.

He’d had Yohji continually hard since he’d walked into the bedroom, thrust a bag at him and muttered something about going out. There was no hope of him ever saying no to those captivating violet eyes. Especially when they were surrounded with a dark smudge of eyeliner.

Although, the outfit Aya had chosen for him had given him pause for thought…

A warm hand, with strong fingers slid along the inside of Yohji’s bare thigh, eliciting a soft murmur of pleasure from the blonde assassin.

‘Well,’ he supposed. ‘I’ll get my turn next time.’

As the fingertips rubbed just behind Yohji’s balls, just how he liked, he knew just why Aya had decided on the butter-soft, leather miniskirt for him and he spun to look at the swordsman in surprise.

“Aya…?”

His lips were devoured by Aya in a passionate kiss, so desperate and longing that it made his cock throb and grow impossibly harder and before his head had stopped swimming, he was being lead to one of the darker corners of the club. Pushed against the wall in the shadows, Aya was pressing against him, rocking and rubbing, blessing him with those hot, hard vodka tinged kisses.

“I want you.” The red head whispered, his lips bruised, his eyes locked with Yohji’s.

“Oh fuck… Aya…. Here?”

A smile flirted with Aya’s beautiful mouth and he nodded shortly, pulling a small bottle of lubricant from the back pocket of his tight pants, slicking his fingers and hitching up the skirt a little to brush his fingers over Yohji’s opening gently, pausing for just the briefest moment then pushing the fingers in slowly.

He moaned longingly, muffling the sound in another kiss as he rocked his hips encouragingly, the slender fingers curling and brushing over that spot deep inside him that made him see stars.

Whispering how good he felt around his fingers, Aya rocked them in and out, a little roughly, stretching him thoroughly.

His head thrown back, mouth open in a silent moan of pleasure that left no one who glanced at them as they pressed together in the shadows in the dark as to what they were up to, Yohji slipped a hand between them to unfasten Aya’s pants and tease his sex, trailing hot fingertips up and down the underside slowly. “Please... Now, Aya.”

Tutting softly and brushing Yohji’s hand away, Aya slicked his sex. “You have no patience Kudoh.”

“You’re as bad….” Yohji wrapped one bare leg around the red head’s waist and pulled him closer, cupping the back of his head and licking over his lips. He shivered as the head of Aya’s cock pressed against him. “Fuck me Aya.”

Bracing his hands on his lover’s hips, Aya thrust into Yohji as hard and deep as he dared without hurting him.

Yohji arched, almost enough to push Aya away, biting his lip to muffle a cry of pleasure and pain, his hands scrabbling to grip something, anything to keep him grounded, to keep him from coming already. He caught Aya’s shirt and held onto it for dear life.

He was offered no chance to get used to the feel of Aya’s cock inside him, the sensation of being fucked, claimed by his kitten, and that’s what it was. Fucking, claiming, Aya’s hidden dominance rearing it’s head and letting Yohji know just who was really in charge in their relationship caught somewhere between love and comfort.

Holding one hand at the small of Yohji’s back, where the slightly too small shirt didn’t quite meet the leather skirt, Aya slid his hand around to stroke Yohji’s cock firmly as he rocked deep and hard into the lithe body.

One of Yohji’s hands slid down to squeeze his leather clad ass and urge him to go faster, kissing him fiercely and almost whimpering at the pleasure that was assaulting him. Aya would have smiled if he hadn’t been so lost in the pleasure of Yohji’s body.

Yohji shivered, throwing his head back, so close…

Burying his head against Yohji’s neck, Aya moaned and thrust blindly, deeply, wildly, the head of his sex brushing over that spot deep inside him.

Yohji almost screamed, turning his head to muffle it to a moan in Aya’s crimson locks, coming hard into his hand. Aya spilled deep inside him barely a few heart beats later, crying softly against his throat.

Leaning back against the wall, Yohji clutched Aya to him, panting breathlessly, kissing his hair and nuzzling against the scarlet mane. “Oh… fuck Aya.”

“We just did.” The swordsman murmured.

Yohji watched the people dancing past, bodies, people blurring into one, no one lingered, no one paused. “Lets go?”

“Mmm. Give me a minute.”

Yohji let his gaze travel lower, eyeing the tiny white socks that peeked over his shoes. They were so familiar. “Where did you get the clothes?” He asked softly when he could form sentences of more than two words.

“I’ll tell you later.” Aya lifted his head, gazing into Yohji’s emerald green eyes as he slid out of him soooooo slowly that he couldn’t help but moan.

Straightening his skirt and smoothing his little silver gauze shirt back down, Yohji stole another kiss as Aya somehow managed to fit into those impossible pants.

“Back to the hotel.” Aya said in his I-won’t-take-no-for-an-answer tone, his hand slipping into Yohji’s almost shyly, a sharp contrast to his voice.

Even if his vulnerability was still as clear as day in his violet eyes.

“Sure.” Yohji gave him his reassuring fuck-me-now smile.

And they strolled out, trying to ignore the various cheers they got as they made their way through the crowd.

Yohji kicked off his shoes, fell back onto the bed and grinned at Aya. “I never knew you had such a… different side to you.”

“Hn.” Aya crawled onto the bed between Yohji’s legs and peeled off one of the small, white woollen socks. His voice had that ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ tone, but Yohji couldn’t resist a challenge.

“So, when do you want to do it again?”

That got his attention. Tugging off the other sock too, Aya slunk up the bed to straddle Yohji’s hips. “We’ll see.”

And in some way Yohji would never be able to work out until later, only knowing that it involved kissing, tongues and Aya being way too fast for Yohji’s good, Aya tied his wrists to the head board with the little white socks and sat back between Yohji’s legs.

“Aya!” He tugged and squirmed but his hands were stuck fast to the metal. And those socks were looking more familiar all the time.

“When did you do her?” Aya asked softly, his voice emotionless, his eyes cold.

“Who?”

“Manx.”

Yohji blinked at the red head and then at the socks. And burst out laughing. Which trailed off a little when he saw the look on Aya’s face. It was probably a good thing they were in the hotel room and not in the shop; it would have wilted half of their stock.

“Aya, I’ve never slept with Manx. It was Ken, I swear…. How did you get her socks?”

After a long pause Aya muttered “It’s probably best that you don’t know.” He stretched out and lay against Yohji, burying his face against his throat. “I’m sorry.”

Yohji kissed the top of his head. “Aya, why would I go for anyone else when I have you? I told you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Aya nodded a little, his face still hidden.

“But… while you have me like this…”

Aya’s fingers were already working open his buttons, pushing his shirt open, sliding the skirt down over his narrow hips, fingertips brushing along his sex. And it took all of Yohji’s control to tell him to: “Stop.”

The violet eyes were on him again, unsure, uncertain. “What?”

“I want to see you Aya. Touch yourself, while I can’t.”

The eyes narrowed. “Kudoh……”

“Please?” He pouted, almost teasing, but barely able to believe it when Aya sat back on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head.

Unfastening the black leather pants, Aya slid his hand in to free his semi-hard sex, teasing over the tip of it with his thumb gently. Yohji watched avidly, eyes flickering from Aya’s violet gaze to the curl of the slender strong fingers around his length.

“Why this?” Aya asked a little breathily, stroking firmly but slowly from base to tip, leaning back and resting his weight on his free hand.

Oh what a sight to behold. With every movement of Aya’s hand Yohji could almost feel it on his own sex. Aya rolled his hips slowly, thrusting into his own fist and moaning.

“Because I want it. You look so good when you come.”

Yohji thought that perhaps the thing which was most attractive about Fujimiya Aya was not the hauntingly sad and cold violet eyes, nor the luscious head of crimson locks, pale skin or long limbs, but the combination of all those with someone who didn’t realise just how breath taking he was.

The violet eyes slid closed and Aya moaned huskily. Louder than before. Almost… purring with pleasure. “Yohji….”

The redhead dipped a finger in the drops of precome gathering on the tip, spreading it in small circles before lifting his fingers to his mouth and licking them off, his other hand coming up to stroke himself, leaving him swaying, trying to move his hand faster. A flush spread over his cheeks, bleeding through the pale skin enchantingly.

“Yes, Aya. I’m watching, make yourself come. For me.”

Aya’s eyes snapped open and locked onto him, and he shook his head, his fingers squeezing tighter around his own length. “No.”

“You then.”

“Us.” He whispered. And came, crying out incoherently, throwing his head back.

Yohji was almost speechless from the sight, letting out a breath that he wasn’t aware he’d been holding.

The red head took a moment to catch his breath and blushing, curled up against Yohji’s side, his hand trailing over the angle of Yohji’s hip. “Your turn.” He murmured.

“Oh you don’t have to…” He moaned as Aya’s strong fingers curled around his sex. “But… if you really want to….” Yohji rocked his hips, thrusting into Aya’s touch eagerly. The calluses from Aya’s regular use of a blade provided a heart wrenching contrast to the soft skin of his palm. It felt so good Yohji almost wondered for a moment if he deserved it.

“I want to.”

Gasping softly, Yohji sought Aya’s mouth, kissing him eagerly, longing to be able to touch him.

All too soon, he came, with Aya’s name, and mouth on his lips.

Aya gazed at him. Possessive, needing…. Beautiful.

“Untie me?” Yohji murmured softly.

Aya did.

He slid out of the leather pants and pulled the covers over them.

He let Yohji hold him as they drifted towards unconsciousness.

Aya pretended not to hear that whisper of “I love you Aya” that fell from Yohji’s lips as he fell asleep.

He pretended not to care.