Broken Wings

He hesitated as he stood outside the door, one hand on the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and turned the knob. He knew he had to do this, for that man’s own sake, if not for the team’s.

Stepping into the dark room, Aya closed the door behind him, effectively shrouding himself in the darkness. It took a while for his eyes to accustom themselves to the minimal lighting, but when they did, they immediately sought out a familiar shape on the bed. Taking yet another deep breath to calm himself, Aya took purposeful steps towards the bed.

“Yohji.”

“…”

“Yohji.”

“…”

“I know you can hear me, Yohji. You’ve got to stop this. You’re going to jeopardize the team sooner or later.”

“…”

Aya lost his patience. Violently flinging the blanket that was covering the older man away, Aya forcefully grabbed Yohji’s shoulder and turned him around so that emerald eyes met amethyst ones. What Aya saw in once brilliant depths scared him. Gone were the warmth and life, the love and laughter, even the hurt and pain. Nothing was left. Bracing himself against those lifeless eyes, Aya tried again.

“Yohji, think of the team, if not for yourself. If you’re going to continue down this path of destruction, you’re only going to bring the team down with you,” Aya tried to reason, “Think of Ken. Think of all those kids who need him. Think of Omi. Think of how his smile and innocence greet you every morning at the Koneko. Are you willing to kill all that? Are you willing to throw all that away for a woman you don’t even know anymore!?”

The blond’s reaction to this outburst was spectacular. He shot out of bed and grabbed Aya’s shirt in the front and slammed him against the wall.

“Don’t you dare mention Asuka! You never knew her!” Yohji grated out between clenched teeth, “She’s Asuka. I know she’s Asuka…. I’d never mistake someone else for her… I know she’s Asuka, yet I killed her… Again…”

Hearing this, the redhead could not contain himself any longer. The blond’s hold on him had weakened slightly. Using all his strength, he pushed Yohji away from him. Relinquishing his hold on Aya, the blond stumbled backwards a few steps, giving the redhead a little more personal space.

Aya could not help the tears welling up in his eyes. “When will you wake up!? Why can’t you see that the woman you loved is gone!? Hadn’t you decided to let her go? Hadn’t you decided to start anew?” He then added in a smaller voice, “Aren’t I enough?”

When Yohji heard this, something snapped inside him. Stepping forward once again, he placed both arms on either side of the swordsman’s head, efficiently trapping Aya between himself and the wall. The redhead immediately grew wary, and tried to shift as far back as possible, struggling for distance between the blond and himself.

“So, you want to take her place, don’t you?” There was a predatory glint in Yohji’s emeralds.

“N… no… I…”

Aya looked away, a faint tinge of pink gracing high cheekbones as he tried to stutter his denial to the accusation. Using his right hand, Yohji lifted Aya’s chin and forced distressed amethyst eyes on his own face. Hungry lips covering his own shaking ones silenced any response Aya wanted to make. Pale trembling hands rose between the two bodies to try and push the older man away, only to have them grabbed by tanned ones and slammed into the wall to be held there. Holding both hands in a tight grip, Yohji raised those arms above Aya’s head and trapped them there with one hand. His free hand then roamed down to cup the swordsman’s head so as to deepen the kiss.

Yohji’s tongue licked at Aya’s lips, prying them open to reach into the depths of the redhead’s mouth. The wet appendage swiped at the roof of Aya’s mouth before attempting to shove itself down as deep into the swordsman’s throat as possible.

Amethyst spheres involuntarily clenched close at the assault. Feeling Aya’s body going limp, Yohji took advantage of the situation and threw the redhead onto his bed before climbing atop him to pin him down. The blond then slid his hands under the swordsman’s white cotton shirt and lifted it up. He pulled it higher and higher up Aya’s arms until he reached the wrists, where he tied them together, and knotted them to the bed railing above Aya’s head.

Realizing his position, the redhead squirmed and struggled to get free, to no avail. He tried to demand that Yohji unhand him, but looking into lust-filled eyes filled with madness, Aya knew he could no longer reach the blond. Closing his eyes, the bound redhead tried to ignore what was happening, and the sensations on his body.

Feeling a sharp pain, shocked amethyst orbs flew open to see Yohji biting and sucking on his nipples. Against his will, Aya felt himself starting to get hard. He tried to hold in his moans and whimpers as Yohji bit and lapped his way down his body. When he felt the blond remove his sweatpants and underwear, Aya could not bite back a gasp of surprise as the cold air hit his erection.

Staring at the engorged shaft before him, Yohji let out feral laughter, causing the bound man on the bed to blush furiously and avert his eyes. Moving further up, Yohji straddled Aya’s chest. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting his own erection spring free in front of Aya’s face. When Aya saw the massive member before him, high cheekbones again tinted a crimson that rivaled his hair.

Holding his erection in one hand and Aya’s chin in the other, Yohji nudged the head of his shaft against Aya’s soft lips, pushing past them and into the warm cavern behind. He slid in and out of the orifice languidly, coating his member in a generous layer of saliva. Aya did his best to use his tongue to aid in the lubricating. He knew where that was going.

Considering the lubricating to be adequate after a few thrusts, Yohji slid out of Aya’s mouth and moved southwards. Lifting creamy thighs, the emerald-eyed man placed them over his shoulders and started to thrust slowly into the hidden Eden exposed by the crimson assassin’s current position.

Both men let out moans and groans of pleasure and need. When Yohji was all the way in, he pulled out slowly without waiting for Aya to adjust to the sensation of being filled, and slammed in without warning. After a few thrusts, Yohji changed his angle of entry and slammed in yet again, squarely hitting Aya’s prostate, tearing a scream from the normally silent assassin.

As they both felt their climax building, Yohji grabbed pale hips and sped up his thrusts. Again and again, he plunged into the pliant body beneath him, snarling unintelligible words. Feeling warmth pooling at his nether regions, Aya knew he could not hold back anymore, and tried to warn the blond, but no decipherable word would escape his lips. When he finally came, the swordsman screamed his partner’s name in ecstasy, tensing all the muscles in his body. Feeling a vise-like grip clamp down on his shaft, the blond lost control and released inside Aya, before collapsing on the body beneath him.

Both men stayed that way for a few moments as they fought to catch their breath. When Aya recovered from his orgasm, he was surprised to feel water flowing down the side of his body. He tried to wipe it away, only to find his arms still bound to the bed railing.

“Yohji?” Aya tried to direct the blond’s attention to freeing him.

Hearing his name, the blond assassin only lifted his head briefly to look into Aya’s eyes. Amethysts widened in astonishment to see emeralds shedding tears, the lanky blond looking like a sun-kissed angel whose wings have been ripped out, and cannot find his way home. A choked “Asuka” escaped quivering lips before Yohji resumed his earlier position, hugging the redhead tighter and sobbing into his body.

Aya could only take all this in silently. He knew that Yohji was in a place that he could no longer reach. His own tears tugged at exotic violet eyes, causing him to close amethyst orbs in a bid to force those unwanted water away. However, Aya was fighting a losing battle. A single tear made its inevitable course down his flawless face.

‘Why? How did things come to this? You were supposed to have put her behind you, Yohji… You were supposed to start anew with me… So, why, Yohji? Why?’

Those were Aya’s last thoughts before he succumbed to the darkness.

~Owari~


ShirouKamui: whoa, been a long time since i've written a story. hopefully i've gotten better, not worse..so do leave reviews to tell me how i'm doing hmm? reviews make me as happy as ice cream does ^_~