Current mood:	working
Entry tags:	aloha, weiss_kreuz

Ficlet: Aloha
Aya/Yohji. Continued from here. NC-17.

ETA: The first part's here now too. Easier that way.

Aya watched Yohji rub tanning oil into his skin. It smelled of coconuts and hot sun. Yohji himself smelled faintly of rum from the Blue Hawaii that sat next to him, dripping condensation down the stem to clot the sand it sat in.

He stood back until Yohji had finished. The lei was heavy in his hands, pale yellow plumeria only a few shades lighter than Yohji's hair, now bleached by long days in the sun.

Yohji turned when the lei fell around his neck, head tilted back and up, smiling. Aya bent and kissed him. Their hands met on Yohji's shoulder over velvet-smooth flower petals.

"Romantic son of a bitch," Yohji murmured.

"They were selling them down the beach. It wasn't out of my way."

The corner of Yohji's mouth turned up. "Of course. Because you'd never go out of your way for me."

"Of course not." But Aya's eyes went to the raised red scar across Yohji's stomach. It had been several thousand miles out of his way to retrieve Yohji from the Eszett cell operating out of New York, and he'd almost been too late.

Yohji sighed. "I'm fine, Aya."

"I know that."

Enough doctors had told him so in the weeks since Yohji had been released from the hospital that he had started to believe it.

"Then sit down and stop fussing."

"I don't fuss."

"You've done nothing but fuss for the past two months. Try something new."

"Such as?"

Aya was forced to lean closer as Yohji's hand wrapped in his shirt and yanked. Yohji's lips touched his ear, and he heard him whisper, "Fuck me." Yohji released him and smiled. "Now."

"You're not well enough--"

"I've been well enough for weeks."

"You're still weak."

"Sex is good exercise." Yohji touched Aya's lips, ran a hand, slightly slick with oil, down his neck. "You can do all the work if you like."

Aya stood dumb while Yohji got up and walked away, towel over his shoulder, skin gleaming, black speedos concealing almost nothing. Aya picked up the glass and took a long drink. It failed to cool him in the slightest.

He followed, smiling to himself, faint scent of plumeria drifting back to him.

He walked ahead of Aya and kept his step light, kept a smile on his face. Aya had claimed in the past that he could tell if Yohji was smiling from the set of his shoulders. He'd been right every time so far.

Yohji wasn't about to tell Aya that his wound still hurt. Not all the time, not when he stretched or bent or twisted. There was no consistency to the ache to suggest that something had gone wrong inside him again. Sometimes he thought it was phantom pain from the length of intestine the doctors had finally been forced to remove.

He hurt now, maybe at the thought of doing something so normal after so long. The pain was clear and sharp and drained from the pit of his stomach down to the scar across his abdomen. That was where all his pain settled these days. Headaches, muscle aches, the sprained ankle he'd gotten from trying too hard in rehab. It was like a magnet, reminding him every day of what they'd done to him, reminding him he'd never be the same.

He was missing a kidney in addition to that short piece of intestine. Not because of the doctors. Eszett had taken it. Put it in a jar and showed it to him. Not to sell, he'd been told. Because we can. Because we can take you apart piece by piece, and this is only the beginning.

The scar from that was white and clean and small. It never hurt. He touched his side and immediately felt a hand on his arm.

"Yohji? Are you all right?"

He tried to force his smile back, but it was gone. "I'm fine," he said. "I told you. I've been fine for--"

"You're not fine." Aya's face was almost blank, but the concern was there if you knew how to look.

Yohji laid a hand on Aya's cheek, leaned in slowly, and kissed him almost too hard. He pressed their mouths together and slid his tongue against Aya's, bit down softly on Aya's lower lip as he drew back to hear him gasp.

"I was just thinking," Yohji said. "Make me stop."

Aya took his hand and pulled him into the hotel. The chill of the air conditioning made Yohji shiver, made his nipples tighten, made him move closer against Aya's side.

Inside the elevator, Aya pressed him up against the wall, body against his. Aya was warm from the sun, and his mouth felt almost burning as he sucked just below Yohji's ear.

Elevator to room was a haze of touch, Aya's hands on his, his mouth on Aya's skin, and then they were on the bed.

Aya paused, and Yohji wanted to yell at him for it. Now wasn't the time to stop. But Aya wasn't stopping.

Yohji bit his lip as Aya licked slowly over one nipple and then the other. Back to the first one, lapping, teasing with the point of his tongue. Propped up on his elbows, Yohji watched him.

Aya slid down his body, lips, teeth, and tongue all unnaturally hot. His teeth grazed Yohji's ribs and made him shiver. His tongue dipped into Yohji's navel and thrust lightly, not even giving Yohji time to moan before he moved on.

The soft touch of lips on his scar was a surprise. Kisses, licks, gentle sucking all felt ticklish. Yohji squirmed, but said nothing.

Aya looked up at him, brushed the hair out of his own eyes, and smiled. Then he bent his head and took Yohji's cock in his mouth.

Yohji's hips came off the bed, and his elbows slipped out from under him. Aya's tongue teased and played around the head, and Yohji was moaning before he knew it, breathing raggedly, clutching at the sheets.

"Thought...you were going to fuck me," he got out.

"Next time," Aya said, and slid his lips right down to the base. He pinned Yohji's hips hard with both hands and slid his mouth back up to the head.

"God," Yohji heard himself say. "God, fuck...Aya..."

Aya was fucking his own mouth on Yohji's cock, moving up and down quickly, throat muscles tensing and swallowing as he took Yohji deep every time.

Aya hadn't touched him in months, and it was too much. Yohji came with his eyes closed and his upper body arched, Aya's name barely a breath before he bit down hard on his bottom lip.

The next thing he was aware of was a hand patting his cheek and Aya's voice, sounding worried and a little rough.

"Yohji? Wake up. You have to..."

Yohji opened his eyes and smiled. He watched Aya's face relax and snaked an arm around his neck to pull him close enough to kiss him. Their lips brushed, and Yohji turned his head to speak in Aya's ear.

"And what can I do for you?"

"Nothing. This time," Aya added when Yohji pulled back to protest. "You said I could do all the work."

"I also said you should fuck me."

"Later," Aya said. His arm curled around Yohji's shoulders, holding him close.

"Promise?"

Aya smiled briefly. "You have my word. Now sleep."

"I'm not sleepy."

"Yes, you are."

And whether he was, or whether he was just so used to Aya being right about that sort of thing, Yohji found his eyes closing. He slept with no pain and no dreams.