Turning Tables

A/C/N: Set a bit after the first chapter. Ran has gotten a lot better, and returning more to his former, before Weiss self. But the cold Abyssinian still lives within.
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“Where have YOU been?” Yohji bounced on the balls of his feet as now, FINALLY, after many years, the tables were turned.

Ran glared at Yohji and started past the Euro-Asian, not even going to answer him. His head was still throbbing from his first appearance back at a club he used to frequent, and the alcohol seemed to just slosh in his stomach rather than be useful. He was not in the mood for the perky snideness of Kuduo.

“Looks like kitten had a rough night.” Yohji purred as Ran passed.

Ran froze, glaring at Yohji sidelong.

“Ah, there’s that nerve, been missing hitting that here lately.”

“Go to bed Kuduo.” Ran slurred, leaning a little on the banister going up the stairs. It had been a while since Yohji had picked at him. A couple of years since their last mission as members of Weiss, a year since Yohji found him on the street dieing because some kid stabbed him and six months since Yohji had started to remember his painful past.

“Ah, Aya-Ran is that an offer?” He listened as Ran grunted a no and muttered that Yohji was married. He smirked, “She’s working double shifts at the hospital, I have that awfully large, soft bed all to myself…” He chuckled as Ran swayed on the top stair and came back down two, amazingly still keeping his feet. He supposed Schwarz had it right calling that one a kitten at least. “I quite remember someone enjoying my bed.”

Ran muttered as he made it past that top, deadly stair that liked to throw him back, cursing under his breath about man-whores who don’t know when to stop. He looked back at Yohji, who was growing his hair back into the long golden tresses it used to be. “In your dreams.”

Yohji followed slowly, leaning against the wall on the top stair that Ran seemed to have so much trouble with. “That’s all I have now isn’t it…Aya?” He watched Ran stop at his door, his face holding an expression Yohji didn’t ever remember it holding before. He stared at Ran, swallowing down the drool of a hope filled night.

“Goodnight, Kuduo.”

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Yohji lay in bed. Asuka was sprawled over his chest, sleeping soundly. He played with her hair idly as he stared at the ceiling. Ran’s just next door. Alone. Asuka’s hair was soft, her shampoo smelling of peaches and cream, something he had picked out for her.

He had gotten her a whole basket of bath stuff: scrubs, shampoo, conditioner, lotions and soaps of peaches and cream, when he had been released from the hospital. After all, she was the only one that acted as if she truly cared. He soon learned she had lost her memory as well, all she could remember was a gunshot and someone yelling the name Asuka. So she had taken the name, in hopes that one day, one fateful day, she would remember her past. The hospital she had spent her time in during her coma hired her, because she had a tender heart. Not to mention she knew what to do with basic emergency care for a reason she could not remember. It had just been there.

After Yohji had set himself up as a private eye, he had taken her on a date. It had been a fancy restaurant, one of their favorites now because of their table by the big windows that looked out on a pristine harbor. She had admitted to him there that she had been drawn to him, she didn’t know why, but she had.

It was if he was familiar.

Like seeing Ran bent over on the street had seemed familiar. Ran leaning on him as he half carried him to the hospital had seemed familiar. The way Yohji had spilled from Ran’s lips had seemed familiar. The way Aya had spilled from his own; it had all been too familiar.

Now he was growing his hair out again. He caught himself looking at Ran, feeling a tug in his heart and groin simultaneously during the day. Yohji had even moved his office into their apartment, not because he wanted to be around his wife, but because he wanted to be around Aya.

Ran.

It was Ran now. Had been Ran since Weiss had learned of his sister, pretty little Aya-chan. Ran who had more skeletons in his closet than any of the lowlifes he had been investigating lately.

“Have you slept any?”

Yohji blinked up into Asuka’s dark eyes. “Er…sorry, no, too much on my mind.” He smiled at her, drawing her down to give her a kiss, having all intentions of keeping it chaste. It just didn’t work out that way. His tongue toyed with her lips then with her tongue.

He made a purr-like sound as she straddled him, her hips grinding into his. He dragged the light gown up over her head, cupping her breasts in his hands he lifted his hips up into hers, the head of his cock brushing her clitoris. He smiled as she moaned and arched her back, her perky breasts pressing heavily into his hands.

“Have you forgotten yet?” She purred into his ear as she lay flush upon him, moving against him still.

“Forgotten what?” He closed his eyes and smiled a little, moaning as he felt her wetness spread onto his groin.

Ran would be just as warm, but not as wet.

He groaned at the thought, cupping her hips and lifting her. He watched her gasp, her eyes shining in lust and love, waiting for him. He thrust his hard cock into her, her head tossed back as she moaned loudly, her nails digging into the skin of his chest. He kept a grip on her hips, branding her with his fingers as she rode him.

Skin slapped wetly against skin. Asuka’s moans and cries bounced back to him off the walls of their bedroom.

Aya wouldn’t be so vocal. Would Ran though?

Yohji growled, rolling them both over. He propped himself up on his hands, staring openly at Asuka, knowing it was her he was fucking, but wanting someone else. He pounded into her, the head board banging against the wall with each thrust.

Ran would be tighter.

She cried out his name as she came. Not Yohji. Not his name. Her claws dug into his shoulders as he moaned and spilled his seed into her. She held him on top of her, panting and wrapped around him so wet and warm.

Ran wouldn’t be clingy.