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Posted first on LJ.

Title: N/A
Author: Genuinelie(s)
Rating: NC-17ish
Note: Ficlet

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"That was my kill."

Yohji turned his head away from the road to catch a glimpse of his teammate not looking at him, jaw clenched. Rain splattered on the windshield.

"Shit, Aya, does it matter?" He turned back to the road. The highway was deserted in the forgotten hours of the night.

"Yes," Aya snipped. "I don't need protection..."

"I wasn't protecting you, I was helping you, like a good teammate!"

"You were showing me up." The redhead's voice was steely.

"No, I -" Yohji clenched his teeth.

"Who was she."

"What?!" The car swerved before Yohji got it under control again. Amethyst eyes were watching him now, their owner silent. "Aya..."

"You were in Gustav's with a blonde."

Just like that. No explanation of how he'd seen them, only that simple, cutting statement of fact. How like him.

Shit.

The swordsman fucking deserved to be jealous, for spying on him. He should writhe, just a little, especially after all the years of making Yohji suffer under the ice of his disinterest. But...

Shit. "Aya, I was breaking up with her."

Two days, how did the man expect him to be monogamous in two days? He wasn't that much of a bastard...breaking things off took time...

"Don't feed me that bullshit!" Aya suddenly exploded. The punch hit Yohji in his bicep, awkward and impacting lightly in the restricted space of the car. They swerved yet again on the slick road. Yohji followed through, steering to the shoulder and parking, unstrapping himself quickly.

Aya made for the door handle, unbuckling his seatbelt. Yohji grabbed his arm and pulled him back inside, slamming the door. "Listen to me! Aya, I was seeing Je-her for a long time! It didn't mean anything! I took her to dinner to let her down nice, understand?"

Aya's punch got him under the jaw. "Let me go."

Yohji cursed and threw his weight on top of his teammate to stop him from clocking him anymore. He cursed again as his knee hit the horn. "I told you I was going to make this work."

"It's off," Aya spat.

Yohji wedged a knee between the man's legs, using his chest to keep his arms pinned as he struggled. Damn him. It shouldn't be like this. He was going to have to teach him that there was a difference, that it didn't have to be like this...

They were both hard already. Looked like he would have to teach himself, too. "I didn't do anything with her! Listen to me!" He grabbed Aya's ankle and tugged it across the driver's seat. He struggled, but Aya let him. "Got it?" Yohji demanded, and waited.

"You told me no more women." Aya's tone was softer. "No more anyone," he added, the steel back in his tone.

"There isn't!" Yohji snapped, frustrated. "Dammit, Aya!" He bent down and kissed him, hard, pulling away before Aya could bite him, and moved to his neck. Twisting his own arm back, he managed to pull Aya sideways to a more accessible position. The man smelled like leather, metal, sweat and blood, and always - always - the barest hint of flowers.

He tugged his left boot off. It took a minute to undo the buckles, and miraculously, Aya waited, watching him with unreadable eyes, dark beneath his red bangs.

He stuck his foot through the steering wheel.

"What-" Aya's eyes narrowed.

"Keep it there." Yohji ordered, green eyes containing some irritation as they snapped back to Aya's face. For once, he was doing the right thing, and Aya still didn't believe him.

He pulled Aya's coat open, cautiously releasing his arms by doing so. Aya grabbed his arms, digging his fingers in, and looked for a moment like he might try to head-butt him. Instead he yanked him down, kissing him hard enough to feel teeth beneath the skin. Yohji relaxed and awkwardly pulled his own pants down, along with the black briefs he wore on missions, and palmed Aya's cock through the cloth still covering him. With his other hand he opened his glove compartment, finding the lube he kept there, still kissing Aya fervently.

"I told you, only you, only you..." he muttered. God damn it, it didn't even matter. He'd give up everything for this...

Aya was stroking him, skin on skin. His hips bucked up. He unscrewed the top of the tube with one hand and tugged Aya's briefs down with the other, too much fabric rubbing on his thighs with the swordsman's frantic movements. He pulled away to find the lever beneath the seat, pushing them both back and the seat down to a thirty-degree angle, as far as it would go. He could feel Aya's thigh muscles straining, but the man actually obeyed him, keeping his leg locked in the wheel.

Yohji shimmied between his legs, slipping himself in front of the pants Aya was still wearing. He pulled his shirt up enough to reveal white skin marked with a scattering of scars, moving up and down with quickened breathing. Yohji kissed his chest and slipped slicked fingers inside. Aya made a brief noise before cutting himself off.

Yohji moved his other hand up to lace fingers through his hair. He pulled out and wedged his hand between their bodies, watching his partner's face carefully. He slid in and Aya doubled forward, hands sliding around to grip his back as Yohji moved. He jerked into him as Yohji thrust, Aya pulling himself harder onto Yohji, gaining leverage with his trapped leg. He shoved against the dashboard with his other booted foot.

"No one else," Aya rasped out, eyes shut.

Yohji shuddered into him as he came, moving his hand frantically between them until Aya grunted and shook into his body, wracking, forceful movements.

Yohji collapsed onto him, their breathing out of sync, hearts beating unsteady rhythms on their chests. He watched Aya beneath lowered eyelids. The man had his head thrown back against the headrest, eyes closed, shutting him out.

There was a quirk to Yohji's lips as he muttered, "I know what's good for me."

Aya cracked an eye.

"Hn."

Ah, he was going to have to clean Seven when they got back. The seat was a mess.

The rain was beating down, as steady as ever. Aya extracted his leg and Yohji pulled his pants up, climbing back to the driver's seat. Yohji started the car and pulled back onto the highway. After a moment, there was a gentle pressure on his thigh as Aya placed his hand on his leg, though he was looking away from Yohji, out the window.

They drove home.