The Sins Series

Elegant Arrogance: Sins Series - Pride

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Violet was a color one could drown in, fall in without a thought of ever getting out, Yohji believed as he stared up into Aya's eyes. It seemed like Aya was waiting for some kind of response, so Yohji nodded. Aya frowned as though he had expected something else.

“Why did you kiss me?” he asked, cool and blunt, arms crossed over his chest. Idly Yohji noticed that he'd put on that hideous orange sweater, despite the relative warmth of the day.

“I wanted to,” Yohji replied, determined not to give up anything more than exactly what Aya asked of him.

“Wanted to?” one of Aya's eyebrows rose and his lips curled into a faint sneer. “Not enough girls around for you to satisfy your... urges?”

Yohji stood, glaring angrily, “That's not what I...”

“Let me tell you,” Aya interrupted, stepping so close their bodies just barely missed being pressed together, “this is not a game. I am not something for you to play with at your whim.”

Yohji heard the faint thread of hurt that laced Aya's words, the want and the fear of not being wanted in return that haunted the edges of what he said. He shook his head, tracing the tip of his finger down the length of Aya's jaw.

“Never a game,” he murmured, feeling Aya tremble under his touch. He lowered his lips toward Aya's and was surprised when Aya turned his head away.

Drawing back to stare into Yohji's eyes Aya placed a hand on each side of Yohji's face. “Never a game,” he repeated softly, then lifted his face to fit his lips against Yohji's.

Realizing it was a matter of Aya's pride to be in control Yohji let himself be kissed. Aya's lips were warm and soft, at first held closed as he adjusted to the way it felt to really be in Yohji's arms. Tentatively his tongue slid out and he tasted Yohji's lips, gasping when Yohji's tongue joined his in heated exploration.

Each slick twist seemed to last minutes, each thoughtlessly released breath carrying with it all the things they didn't yet know how to say to each other. Aya ached, throbbing from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head, a knot of warmth spreading through his chest.

He felt Yohji's fingers slide beneath his shirt, fingers spread hot against the skin of his abdomen. The muscles contracted under Yohji's touch as the roving hands moved upward, examaning the peaks and valleys of his flesh.

Aya's hands traced the lines of Yohji's shoulders, a single finger drawn up the side of Yohji's neck and pressing the skin behind his ear. Yohji shivered and their lips broke apart, Aya moaning softly as Yohji's hips bucked forward, pressing the hardness there against Aya's body.

Yohji's eyes spoke the question, and Aya's mouth answered, hot against the side of Yohji's neck as Aya hissed the word.

"Yes."