Endless Dark

A/N: Well, it\'s done. It\'s a bit strange, and not at all what I planned on when I wrote the outline for this story. There will be a sequel, set during Gluehen or so. But, I have to finish the prequel first. Reviews and concrit are extremely appreciated. Please forgive errors, I just finished and I\'m going to be late for work because I took the time to post this. I\'ll give it a quick check and edit as necessary later.


Chapter 5 - “Hands on the Mirror”


Yohji chuckled, shoulders shaking as his head lowered, the sounds that emerged from his lips sounding almost like tiny sobs. He clenched his raised hand into a fist, hiding the blood that marred the lighter hue of his skin.

Aya shuddered, feeling the wires like strands of heat and pain around his body. Blood ran down his arm in a steady line, pattering to the floor with a thick, sticky sound. He drew in a long breath, staring at Yohji, who still hadn\'t lifted his head.

“Asuka would have killed you,” Aya forced the words from his throat, around the tight knot of anger that lay there. “It was a trap, you know that.”

At the sound of Asuka\'s name Yohji tensed, raising his eyes to Aya\'s face. When Aya stopped he laughed, splaying his free hand across his face and leaving streaks of cooling blood on his cheeks.

“Chasing after Aya didn\'t throw us right into a trap?” Yohji\'s eyes were cold as he stared out between his fingers. “We all knew it was a trap, but we were willing to do it. We ran into that trap for you; to try and save the one thing that was most precious to you.”

Aya was left speechless, realizing that there was at least a small grain of truth to Yohji\'s words. Omi, Ken, and even Yohji, would have done anything to help him, would have given up anything if it would have saved Aya-chan. He didn\'t even have to ask, they were just there.

“I made a mistake though,” Yohji continued, lowering his hand back to his side where it curled into a tight fist. “Rather than saving what was most precious to you, I saved what was most precious to me. But I lost you anyway.”

Aya\'s eyes widened as Yohji took a step toward him, fairly shaking with fury. Yohji gripped Aya\'s chin in his hand, his eyes narrowing dangerously. They stood for a long moment, frozen.

“I won\'t let you go,” Yohji growled before leaning forward to press his lips hungrily to Aya\'s.

Aya stood motionless, not opening his lips though Yohji\'s tongue pushed urgently against them. He closed his eyes, fighting the urge to just give in to Yohji\'s demand, to forget all the pain in the depths of passion. He could leave it all behind under the touch of Yohji\'s hands, the behest of his lips and tongue.

Yohji wrapped his arm around Aya, and the wires that still held Aya captive cut more deeply into his skin. He gasped against Yohji\'s mouth and when Yohji\'s tongue slid inside he bit down.

Swearing, Yohji drew back, lifting a hand to his mouth. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips and mingled with the darker dried stains of Aya\'s blood that still marred his hand. He stared at the stain and slowly the anger drained from his face, leaving his expression cool and somehow empty.

“The same,” he said in a strangled whisper, lifting his eyes to Aya\'s face. “What do we have left now, except for each other?”

The stinging pain chased across Aya\'s skin, rising and falling in time with his heartbeat. He could feel the stiffness of dried blood on his flesh and over that the warm slow flow of fresh. He stared at Yohji, shivering slightly under the blank gaze the other man held on him.

“Nothing,” his voice was a harsh croak that just barely rose above silence. “We have nothing. We are nothing.”

As he said the words he felt the tightness in his chest loosen, and he closed his eyes as he understood the the depth of the truth in his words. He was nothing now. His purpose in life was gone, all that had driven him before was lost.
He was nothing. There wasn\'t anything to tie him to his past other than ephimeral memories. It didn\'t matter anymore. He could do anything, be anything, or he could stay nothing forever. He had that choice, that chance.

He looked at Yohji, lips struggling to shape the words that would describe the truth he had just recognized. No sound escaped his lips, he could find no way to speak aloud the shattering, healing, realizations he had come to. It seemed as though there would be no need for him to try. As he watched, the same dawning comprehension crept into Yohji\'s eyes.

“Nothing,” Yohji said softly, wonderingly, laughing to himself as he let the wires loose their hold on Aya\'s flesh. The dark strands pooled at Aya\'s feet as Yohji ripped the watchband from around his wrist and dropped it to the floor with a thump. He reached for Aya, the dark joy burning from from him nearly hot enough to scald against Aya\'s raw skin.

Aya hissed as Yohji\'s hands closed around the wounded skin of his upper arms. Yohji tried to pull his hands back, but Aya gripped his wrists and pressed his hands closer, violet gaze clashing with emerald. Yohji\'s fingers tightened and he jerked Aya\'s body toward him, lips descending to ravage Aya\'s mouth with harsh abandon.

His arms wound around Yohji\'s waist and their bodies met and clung. Aya could feel the fabric of Yohji\'s coat sticking to the blood-wet skin of his chest and he reazlied that what he wanted to feel was Yohji\'s skin sliding slick and warm against his own.

Frustrated, he moaned against Yohji\'s lips before canting his head back. He turned his face away as Yohji tried to follow, the thwarted kiss landing on his jaw.

“Your clothes,” the words spilled out of Aya\'s mouth on a desperate gasp of breath.

Yohji\'s hands slid down Aya\'s arms as he took a step bto pto put some space between them. The cool air drove a shiver through Aya\'s body. For the most part, the shallow slices that crisscrossed his skin had stopped bleeding, but he could feel places where the blood that marked him was still damp.

It didn\'t take long for Yohji to strip free of his clothes, revealing two dark patches on his chest where Aya\'s blood had seeped through the fabric. Thoughtfully, Aya looked at the smudges, before reaching out his own bloodstained hand to connect them with a dark line. Then, quickly, he crossed that line with another, starting on the upper left side of Yohji\'s chest and sweeping down at an angle so the line ended just above Yohji\'s right hipbone.

The cross that was written on Yohji\'s chest didn\'t remain so clear for long. Yohji had shuddered as Aya\'s hand drew the lines over his skin, and after glancing down at what Aya had done, he hauled the man forward to bruise his lips with forceful kisses that made Aya\'s head spin.

Aya\'s hand curled tight in Yohji\'s hair and he drew Yohji\'s head back sharply, seperating their lips. He traced a wet line along the length of Yohji\'s jaw with his tongue before lowering his lips to hover above the rapid pulse beside Yohji\'s throat. He bit down hard, pain like a promise thrilling across Yohji\'s nerves.

His fingers tightened in the sweat-damp strands of hair at the base of Yohji\'s skull and he felt Yohji shudder against him. Lips brushed lightly across the lobe of i\'si\'s ear, velvet soft.

“I want you to fuck me,” Aya whispered harshly, punctuating his demand with his teeth on the shell of Yohji\'s ear. “I want to watch you fuck me like I\'m nothing but for your pleasure.”

Yohji\'s hand rose and closed around Aya\'s throat, pushing him backwards. Aya didn\'t release his hair and Yohji\'s head pulled back, a hiss escaping his lips as his fingers tightened further around Aya\'s throat. Yohji lowered his head quickly, and Aya felt tension snap evereveral of the strands beneath his fingers parted. He could breathe, though only barely, and he stared at Yohji as he panted, feeling his skin heat under that darkened gaze.

Aya\'s fingers slid free of the heavy length of Yohji\'s hair, snapped strands dangling where they stuck to sweat-damp palms. He curled his hands around Yohji\'s wrist and could feel the rapid puffs of his breathing skim across his knuckles. He began to step backwards, eyes never leaving Yohji\'s as he led the way through the dark room.

Once through the doorway Aya flipped a switch and dim light flooded the bathroom they had entered. Broken bulbs made the shadows uncertain and somehow surreal. One wall of the room was done up as a mirror, cracks in the silver backing leaving crazed lines across their reflections.

Yohji reluctantly pulled his hand away from Aya\'s throat, fingers lingering briefly in the hollow just above Aya\'s collarbone. For a moment, Aya didn\'t relinquish Yohji\'s wrist, fingertips digging hard enough to leave bruises behind. He stared at the smudged cross on Yohji\'s chest and felt Yohji\'s pulse speed under his fingers as his eyes drifted lower, caught on the prominent press of Yohji\'s hipbones under his skin.

Slowly his fingers uncurled, open hands drifting up Yohji\'s arms, palms pressed to skin. He felt Yohji shudder under his touch, sensed, rather than saw, Yohji\'s body sway toward him. Aya lifted his face and met the hungry demand of Yohji\'s lips.

Aya\'s tongue tasted the depths of Yohji\'s mouth, a rough-slick tangle of warm flesh. A moan vibrated against his lips and he wasn\'t sure which throat it had come from. His hands framed Yohji\'s face, their gentle touch a startling contrast to the hard, demanding caress of his tonuge.

It was Yohji who found himself unable to resist, unwilling to let the distance remain between their bodies. His hands found Aya\'s hips and he pulled forward and up, rocking his own pelvis down so that his unfettered erection met the hardness beneath Aya\'s pants. The points where their bodies touched burned; hands and lips, hips and cocks.

Yohji\'s teeth closed viciously on Aya\'s lower lip and Aya tasted the salty sweat and the copper richness of earlier shed blood at the corner of Yohji\'s mouth. Yohji\'s hands left his hips and slid around his back, fingertips feathering lightly over the scabbing wounds.

Aya hissed and pressed back against Yohji\'s touch, surprised when he was suddenly spun around and pushed against the mirrored wall.

“I want you to watch your face as I take you,” Yohji\'s breath was warm against his ear and Aya shivered, meeting the burning emerald gaze in the cracked surface of the mirror.

Yohji quickly pulled Aya\'s pants off his hips, and Aya kicked them aside even as Yohji\'s knee slid between his thighs, nudging his legs apart. He felt Yohji\'s fingers, cold and slick with the lubricant he must have grabbed from the counter, slip inside him. Aya gasped, Yohji was moving quickly and roughly and Aya felt a faint burning sensation mingle with the sting of his wounds and the hard velvet throb of desire that pulsed through his veins.

He pushed back as Yohji withdrew and watched his face contort with frustration in the mirror. He pressed his palms and forehead to the cool glass and his breath made small puffs of fog across the surface. Yohji\'s hands closed over his hips and Aya bent at the behest of those hands, spine a long curve that thrust his chest forward.

Fingers tightened on Aya\'s hips to hold him steady as Yohji slid home with a ragged exhalation. Aya thought he could feel the seconds tick against his skin as Yohji withdrew with a slowness and intensity bordering on agony. He whimpered, knees trembling, turning his head to rest his heated cheek against thrrorrror as he thrust back against Yohji.

A rough hand in his hair startled him, pulling his head back and turning it so that he again faced his own gaze in the glass. He saw the red flush of desire spread across his skin, anguish and wanton need reflected in his eyes.

“Watch,” Yohji hissed, tugging the crimson strands tangled in his fingers before releasing them. His hand trailed slowly down Aya\'s bowed spine and then slipped around Aya\'s side to close around his cock.

Aya gasped and Yohji drove forward with a gutteral moan. Open-mouthed Aya panted, Yohji\'s hips setting a quick rythym that rocked Aya\'s chest into the wall on each thrust and drew him back with each withdrawl. Yohji fucked Aya with a brutal desperation that set fire to Aya\'s every nerve.

Pleading sounds spilled from Aya\'s lips, falling into the cracks in their reflections. His eyes widened, tongue gliding across his lower lip, quickly followed by closing his teeth on it. He tossed his head and writhed in time with the pounding of Yohji\'s hips and the quick, hard strokes along the length of his cock.

Yohji\'s other hand rose to cover Aya\'s on the mirror, their fingers twining and gripping down so tight that they were white with the strain. Suddenly it was too much and with an inarticulate groan he came, closing his eyes as Yohji collapsed against his back, the image of their tangled hands burning behind his eyelids.