Aya had just decided to put Lao
Shen’s treatise on healing on the bookcase reserved for soul gaki bound
talents, based on that many of the essays within dealt with the emotional and
mental well-being of the patient, when the door to the small attic library
opened and closed. As he felt a rush of happiness and peace at the unexpected
rival and was well aware that Yohji would not be returning home for several more
hours, he was clued in on the identity of his guest. "Does Rufus know that
Not for the first time, Aya
regretted the bond link between
"Eh, so where’s
Feeling a fresh wave of
annoyance, Aya frowned as he sat down on the edge of the table. "He’s out
with Mickey to negotiate some new contracts with several of the inn’s liquor
suppliers, considering the increased business."
While they were unable to sense
each other’s emotions as they could their mates, there was enough of a bond
between them because of their shinigami souls that Aya and
"Apparently, there is a lot
of socializing going on during these negotiations, and it was felt best that I
not participate in case I received any… unwelcome attention." A hiss
crept into Aya’s voice, which prompted the few shinigami lurking about in the
shadows of the room to once again resume their chorus of how he – and
"Please, don’t say that
out loud again in case you give him any ideas." Aya rubbed his temples as
he felt a twinge of a headache. His excursions outside might not be as
forcefully curtailed as
A surprised laugh burst free
"Hmm, most of those
involving mass destruction," Aya agreed as he began to flip through one of
the books that remained to be shelved. "But apparently, history must have
gotten that fact wrong as we seem to need to have our hands held at all
times." The room darkened in response to his turbulent emotions; he knew
that Yohji loved him and only wanted to keep him safe, and at least his mate was
nowhere near as over-protective as Rufus, but it still got very old, very fast
to be treated as if he had lacked all ability to look out for himself.
"Yeah, and Esset’s Wizard
really ended up tripping over his feet and splitting his head open one day,
instead of the Captain kicking his ass," Reno snorted, sparks once more
flying around his hands as he held them up to eye level. "Imagine all the
history books omitting a small fact like that."
"It definitely boggles the
mind," Aya murmured as he set aside the book to check to see if there was
any tea left in the pot. Disappointed to find it empty, he sighed and shook his
head. "I’m about to start beating people over the head with said history
"Now that’s something I’d like to see!"
Surprised not so much by the
question but by who was asking it, Aya cocked his head to the side as he stared
intently at his friend. "It’s a minor holiday devoted to thanking Kisei
for watching over the souls in her care." All of the major gods and the
more popular minor ones had at least one or two of these ‘mini-holidays’
throughout the year, though this one devoted to the goddess of death was often
over-looked because of Kisei’s Night only being a few weeks away.
"Don’t tell me you want to go to one of her temples and leave an
offering." While Kisei’s Night had a strong effect on him, Aya had never
felt any impulse to celebrate days such as this one, especially since he often
left offerings for his family.
"Eh, like I give a shit for
anyone I know who’s dead,"
It was not that Aya thought
"Rufus doesn’t have much
in the way of information on the shinigami, but there were a couple of
interesting books I found."
The shinigami in the room hissed
and whirled about, either in mention of Ban, the Captain’s son, or the loss of
their own holiday. Aya had the feeling it was probably the former that had set
them off, as it was his birth that had led to the kage, fellow shinigami souls
trapped in human bodies. "Well, I guess it’s difficult to celebrate the
shinigami when everyone is busy exterminating kage." Aya glared at the wall
opposite of him, all too aware of what humans thought of his kind. The fools
always failed to realize that if they just left kage and their loved ones alone,
quite a few cities would still be standing to this day. Then again, humans had
largely failed to grasp what it was that shinigami did in the first place.
Aya opened his mouth to say that Yohji wanted him to remain inside, that there was a slight chance that the wizard, Garcia, might notice them if they went out into the city and then he realized how foolish those thoughts were. He had – with Yohji’s help and encouragement – left one prison behind and refused to lock himself inside of the Koneko just because someone *might* recognize him as a kage. Not that they would have the chance to do so, when he and Reno could render themselves invisible to humans, and it was highly unlikely that Garcia would be wandering around the Western temple district looking for either a kage or a dubhach since he was unaware of their existence.
However, that was not to say
that they should just leave without thinking things through first, as they had
the one time they had gone off on their run.
He did not want to have another fight with Yohji over this decision and
was determined to prove that this was not a ‘hair-brained’ decision on
either his or
The smile he got in return was
not at all reassuring, even if it was followed by a promise. "Sure, I swear
that no one will see us until we return back here." As if to reinforce his
oath, he drew the shadows around him, several of the shinigami curling around
his shoulders and back as they murmured their assent in his going outside.
Despite his misgivings, Aya did
the same. "We can’t be gone more than a couple of hours." He wanted
to be back before Yohji returned, and if Rufus found out about this… Aya was
left with serious concerns that
Now to hope that they could go
out to pay their respects and return home without causing too much trouble.
Things should be fine if they only went to the temple district, a brief
excursion that neither of their mates should be able to complain about, right?
Aya gave him a look that clearly
said ‘don’t even think of any mass homicide right now’, then shrugged his
shoulders and wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Kannon and Eisei tend to
respond to requests for healing, and Chiryoku for pregnancies if she judges the
supplicant to be properly fervent, but that’s about it from what I can
tell." Both of them shared a mutual look of disgust over humans beseeching
the gods for anything; from what Reno knew of their pasts, neither he nor Aya
had received much ‘benediction’ or succor from any fucking god. No, if
anything, their lives had been about seeing how much pain and shit could be
rained down on them… well, at least until the last year or so. He knew that
Aya was happy with Yohji, and there were times when he did not mind his bond
with Rufus. Too bad the anal, controlling, possessive bastard had gone mad the
last couple of weeks and refused to trust him to look after himself.
Aya motioned toward the left,
where an awful lot of people were gathered in black clothes with ashes smeared
over their faces. What stupid humans would not do…. "Just look for the
crowd of storm crows," Aya spat with distaste.
"What the hell’s up with that, eh?" When Aya could not give him any answer,
"I think most of the people
there are praying for Kisei to ignore them for as long as possible." Aya
tilted his head to the side, and to
They crossed the busy
intersection and made their way down the wide street, the sky overcast above and
threatening to rain at any moment. Despite the potential for bad weather, people
still mulled about, talking and praying and clapping their hands as they bowed
in front of various temples and artifacts.
Even if he believed that there
was no point in offering gifts or worshipping the gods, he had to admit it was
fun to be out and about, stealing purses and sticking his tongue out at people
who were oblivious to his presence. Rufus was busy at some stuffy function at
the palace, the link between them stifled enough that as long as Reno did not
let his emotions get out of control, his domineering mate should have no idea
what he was up to out here. Aya seemed to be having a good time, too, judging
from the way he smiled as he swiped an expensive looking silk scarf from some
stuck-up human, only to stick it in the pocket of a young girl a few meters
away. While this lacked the exhilaration of running over the rooftops, it was
still fun to get away for a while and not have to act so ‘human’.
Finally reaching Kisei’s
He tended to avoid temples in
the past, uncaring about the rituals that most people involved themselves in to
try to appease fickle as hell gods. So it was more than a bit disappointing to
find what little light there was in the large, open space was either filtered
through windows of dark red and blue stained glass or from candles of the same
color scented with rosemary and marjoram, of all things. As his stomach rumbled
in hunger, he noticed all the marigold flowers scattered about, especially
around the altar up front. "Now I know why you love plants so much,"
he teased Aya while rubbing his nose to prevent a sneeze.
Aya shot him an annoyed look
then focused his attention to the priest dressed in dark blue in front of the
altar. "Why are there cats up there? I thought they were associated with
Gosei, not Kisei." He motioned toward the various cages holding cats that
were black or dark grey in color.
"Uhm… maybe the priests
get lonely or something?"
<Foolish, foolish humans, to
think those minor deaths will appease us or Kisei,> a shinigami whispered
<Yes, there is nothing worth
feeding on from such pitiful creatures. Long ago were the days when we would be
offered several human lives, brimming with energy and potential,> another one
commented with wistfulness from somewhere near Aya.
"Wait, you mean they’re
going to kill those cats for no reason? Don’t the priests just want some coins
and incense?" Aya’s now-silver eyes narrowed. "I thought they no
longer worshipped you and only were here to celebrate Kisei’s care of their
deceased loved ones." His voice roughened with a hiss the longer he spoke.
<Who knows why humans do what
they do. It makes no difference to us or Kisei,> one of the shinigami
admitted, a confused note to its hissing voice.
"Don’t kill him
here," was all Aya said as he stepped closer to the stacked cages; the cats
inside stopped mewing and yowling as he approached, their senses much sharper
"Oh, sure, keep spoiling my
fun and I’ll start calling you ‘Rufus’." He blew a kiss toward his
friend when Aya turned that glare in his direction, and won a quick smile before
Aya did something to the priest trying to get a cat out of the cage so the
sacrifices could start.
In front of the altar, the head
priest waved his arms about before reaching for a bright, sharp knife that was
stuck unsheathed through his red leather belt. "Oh powerful Kisei, the
summoner of souls, the guardian of the dead and collector of all life, receive
our thanks for your diligent duty and endless concern for those in your
The knife must only be coated
with silver, as it certainly conducted the energy he shot into it with great
effect. The priest screamed in agony, his hand clenched around the blade as
"If you want to offer up a
life, slit your own damn throat!"
As the priests dragged their
still shrieking leader toward the back of the temple, Aya approached him while
holding a grey and black tortoise kitten in his arms. "I would have thought
that for people gathered to worship a god, they would handle the situation a bit
better." He sounded as confused as
Aya continued to stroke the
purring cat in his arms as he surveyed the massive damage around them. There was
a small fire on the altar, the overwhelming stench of urine from both cats and
humans, several of the stained glass windows were shattered as people gave up on
exiting through the doors, and very few remaining benches in one piece. "I
think… we had better get back to the Koneko as soon as possible," he said
in a quiet voice, his eyes no longer silver and his face paler than normal, save
for the bright red spots on his cheek. "And
if anyone asks, we spent the day up in the library."
"Less talking, more
running," Aya commanded as the screams from outside gained in strength and
numbers. From what they could see once they were outside, the panic from the
temple was spreading through the whole district if the mass chaos around them
was any indication. "Oh, *hell*."
Who knew that humans could
become so hysterical? At least the
shinigami thought that this was the best celebration held for them in centuries,
judging from their pleased laughter and whispers.
Yohji almost choked on the wine
he was sampling when he felt a very faint, familiar sense of energy and
fulfillment over the link he shared with Aya, which was then quickly stifled.
While not as strong as usual, he could *swear* that Aya had just ‘fed’ on
energy just then, which meant that there had been a death near his mate.
However, there had been no sense of hunger or rage from Aya right before the
feeding, just disgust, confusion and a touch of anger. Since those emotions
could occur merely from Aya observing humans around him, it made no sense to
Yohji. Had a patron died from natural causes, or perhaps a horse nearby? There
were times when he really wished that he could read thoughts as well as
Uncertain on if he should be
worried or not, he gestured to Mickey that he had to step away from the table
for a few minutes. His foster brother’s grey eyes narrowed a little, a mix of
annoyance and concern radiating from the large man, but Mickey nodded and
resumed the last bit of negotiations with Okun.
Yohji attracted a fair amount of
attention as he made his way outside, needing the fresh air and relative lack of
emotions to help clear his head. The threat of rain had people either gathering
indoors or hurrying on their way to finish their errands before the rain
started, so there was not the press of emotions as he stood in the Red Rose’s
small courtyard as there had been inside the inn.
He tried to pick up any emotions
from Aya, but the link between them was still blocked. There might be a number
of reasons for that; Aya was annoyed by something and unwilling for his foul
mood to affect Yohji or needed to shut out Yohji’s emotions so he could better
understand his own. It could also mean that the redhead was up to something, a
suspicion that grew stronger when Yohji felt a ‘press’ against his mind
which signaled that a soul gaki bound wanted to telepathically speak to him. He
sighed and answered the thought, quickly surprised when it turned out to be
Rufus and not Schuldig or Eri.
<Kudoh. Are you at the
Koneko?> Besides being in an obvious hurry, Rufus was really annoyed and
anxious about something.
Having a bad idea that he knew
what was worrying the lord, Yohji wished that he had thought to bring along a
bottle of Okun’s ‘samples’ with him. <No, I’m at the Red Rose in the
Western market district.>
There was silence for several
seconds, as Rufus’ annoyance turned into anger. <I see. So you’ve no idea
Oh, fuck. Yohji banged the back
of his head against the wall he was leaning against at the revelation that
<I didn’t know that you
wouldn’t be at the Koneko. My understanding was that you were remaining close
to Aya while Victor Garcia was in town.> Rufus came across as both pissy and
worried, and only the second emotion kept Yohji from insulting the highhanded
<I’m with Aya a hell of a
lot more often than you are with
<Rod and Cyril accompanied
<So there’s no way of
knowing if the two idiots are still up there, eh?> Yohji thought of Aya and
Reno diving through the attic window that one day and headed back into the inn
so he could tell Mickey that he was returning home.
<No.> Rufus’ annoyance
turned into a hot anger as he spat the answer into Yohji’s mind. <
Yohji swore under his breath as
he ran out of the Red Rose. <What the hell would they be doing there?> Aya
only went to the temple district unless there was a specific holiday, and always
<*I* *don’t* *know*.> If
Rufus’ thoughts had been chilly before, they were down right frigid with
suppressed fury, concern and disgust right now. <That’s why I’m talking
to you – I’m unable to leave the palace until I’ve spoken with the queen
or risk angering several important people and attracting unwelcome attention. Go
find out what those two idiots have just done and send
About to lash out at the lord,
Yohji reminded himself that Rufus was ordering him about more out of concern for
his senseless mate than the belief that he could boss Yohji around whenever he
wanted. <I can get there a lot faster if you’re not bothering me, you
know!> he snapped, and would have sighed in relief at Rufus severing the
telepathic connection between them if he was not quite so busy dodging around
people as he raced to the Koneko. Someone called out his name in greeting, but
he refused to slow down to be social when for all he knew, an angry mob was
converging on his home to lynch his mate and friend. Well, to try to lynch the
two and end up as dead bodies scattered all around… which would be a bitch to
Why did today have to be one of
the days when Reiichi was busy running errands for Yuushi? Yohji swore that the
gods were trying to drive him prematurely grey by sending
To be fair, he reminded himself
as he jumped over some goods waiting on the sidewalk to be carried into a small
fruit stand, it was not as if Aya thought up ways to drive him crazy with
concern like this. Ever since their fight over Aya running off with
The problem was, Yohji was
unwilling to allow Aya outside of the Koneko while there was a wizard wandering
about who recognized the signs of a kage. His demon nature railed at him to keep
his mate safe from any possible discovery, even if his rational sense realized
that Aya would not go along with that for much longer. Aya may dislike most
interactions with humans, but he did enjoy his hard-won freedom and ability to
go where he wanted. Trying to placate his demon soul and his lover was a
balancing act that Yohji realized he had stumbled in today, and knew that it
would make matters even worse if he arrived home ranting at Aya. Dammit.
Even with keeping his speed
within barely human limits, Yohji managed to reach the Koneko in under twenty
minutes. As he barged through the kitchen, he spared the breath to tell a
startled Jo and Maddox that
He came across an anxious Rod
and Cyril as they made their way down from the attic. "Did you see
them?" he asked, breathing heavily as he waited for an answer.
Rod growled in the back of his
throat and shook his head. "
Yohji thought of the distance to
the temple district and how fast Aya could run, then remembered his mate’s
penchant for using windows instead of doors. "Just fucking great. Wait
here, I’ll be kicking
Running up the last few steps
three at a time, he charged down the attic hallway and hit the library’s door
hard enough to almost knock it off of its hinges. Two pairs of silver eyes
glared at him for his intrusion, Aya busy reading a book and Reno lounged in the
padded leather chair, busy playing with several strands of his long hair.
"Eh, what’s the rush? You
that desperate to get laid or something?"
Yohji’s eyes narrowed as a
grim smile curled his lips. "You know me, I’m always up for sex."
That seemed to put both redheads at ease – until he continued. "But right
now, I’d rather know what the hell happened at the temple district a short
"What makes you think we know anything about that? You should be asking the Guards," Aya mumbled as he closed the book in his hands and went over to shelve it. "Not all of us are allowed to wander around the city, in case you forgot." His deep voice contained a biting edge of disappointment and simmering anger.
Okay, Yohji was getting the hint
that he never should have left Aya alone like this, and could only hope that he
had learned his lesson while parts of the city were still standing. However, he
was *not* going to let his mate slide on this one, no matter how sexy the man
was, considering that ‘riots’ had been mentioned in conjecture to Aya’s
possible outing that day. Few things panicked people like a kage….
"Look, yell at me about
being an overprotective bastard later, just tell me right now what the hell
happened and if a lynch mob is about to descend upon us!" Yohji put all of
his concern, fear and love for Aya into the words as he could, and felt the link
between them begin to open up.
Unconcerned about the sparks,
Aya approached his friend and put a hand on his left shoulder to calm him down.
"Aw, you know they’re not
gonna shut up about this until we tell them something. Next time, we need to
block the links before we go out and have some fun." Unrepentant in the
Now that they were alone, Yohji
approached Aya in three long steps and pulled his mate into a tight hug.
"I’m really, *really* trying very hard not to be pissed off here, but it
would help if you tell me what the hell happened and swear to me that you’re
not going to deliberately go out and cause trouble with Reno!" He would
panic each time Aya stifled their link in the future, he just knew it.
Aya sighed and hugged him back
for several frantic heartbeats, before pushing against his arms to get him to
loosen them a little. "It’s not like we intended to cause any trouble in
the first place. All we wanted to do was get out for a little bit and give
observance to the shinigami on their holiday." The last bit confused Yohji,
until he remembered that the day was dedicated to Kisei. Hearing that the
shinigami were involved somehow made him scowl at the shadows gathered in the
room and feel a little less upset with
"Cat, you better start
explaining things faster than that," he said as he tucked back the bangs
falling onto his lover’s face. "Why is there mass panic in the temple
Now violet eyes downcast, Aya
nibbled on his bottom lip for a few seconds before answering. "We were
cloaked in shadows the entire time, so no one saw us. When we got to Kisei’s
temple… they were going to kill a bunch of cats for no reason, Yotan." He
looked up, his eyes shadowed and his emotions confused and angry. "I
don’t understand it, cats aren’t associated with Kisei so the sacrifice made
no sense. And the shinigami don’t care for animals. It’s human energy they
prefer to feed on."
"Eh, cats?" Yohji knew
that some gods preferred animal sacrifices, but few of them were worshipped that
way within the city limits, other than the occasional goat or bull on certain
high religious holidays. Too much blood and death could attract flesh gaki,
which *no one* wanted. "Maybe they thought that no one would notice if they
killed a bunch of strays." He had a feeling that the Guard would need to
pay close attention to the temple districts as the war approached; people were
growing aware that there was trouble brewing between Kritiker and Esset, and
their worshiping would most likely take on a fervent and desperate edge. That
might be what had prompted Kisei’s priests to offer up sacrifices in the first
"So you found a bunch of
priests about to kill some cats, what happened next?" Yohji was almost
afraid to ask that question, but knew he needed to hear the answer.
Aya sighed before waving his
right hand about. "I let the cats out of their cages while
"There was an elderly
person among the worshippers, as far as I can tell. I guess the shock of seeing
‘Kisei’ interact with her priests was too much of a shock." Aya was the
slightest bit upset over that fact, but Yohji was unable to tell if it was
because a human had died or that the death had led to Aya and
For a moment sharing in Rufus’
urge to throttle his mate, Yohji took another deep breath. Part of him was
jealous that Aya kept running off with
"So what happened to the
cats?" he asked after a minute or two of silence, his curiosity getting the
better of him.
The tender smile he received
from his love made him feel much better about not going off on a rant about
idiotic behavior. "All but one of them ran away as soon as they were free.
I brought that one home, since Ichiro and Jason were talking about having a cat
around the barn to keep the horses company."
So at least there would only be one cat in his bedroom for the time being. For a moment, Yohji worried about how Aya was more concerned about a cat than the majority of humans out there, only to remind himself that too many people had hurt his lover. "Only you would create such chaos over saving a bunch of cats." He tugged on an eartails to take the sting out of his words. "And you wonder why I call you ‘Cat’ so much," he teased.
"Idiot," Aya mumbled
as he batted Yohji’s hand aside. "We really didn’t mean to cause so
much trouble. Humans never react like we think they will." Confusion shaded
Aya’s voice, his brow furrowed as he obviously tried to make sense out of the
Yohji sighed and held his lover
close. They had been together for over a year, and in that time Aya had moved
past some truly heinous trauma to become strong and independent. Yet with all
that Aya had learned to love and trust people once again, he still had trouble
understanding humans. Yohji was left with the sinking suspicion that Aya would
never be able to grasp them, their motives and reactions more than he could
Knowing that he would never be
able to explain things adequately enough to someone who possessed a shinigami
soul, he held Aya cradled in his arms and kissed him with all the love, passion
and understanding that he could. As for his own demon soul, it was pleased that
his mate was safe and sound.
Aya kissed him back, confusion
and upset flaring into need, relief and love. He had probably thought that Yohji
would be distant with him again because of what happened, but all that did was
hurt the two of them in the long run. Yohji could try to teach his lover a
lesson that would never be fully understood, deprive them both of sex for a few
days and only give Aya more of a reason to run off with Reno for a bit of fun,
or he could accept that things were the way they were.
He meant to show that he was no
longer angry about Aya’s actions that day when his hunger and desire for his
lover gradually overwhelmed him. How could he yell at Aya for not thinking
things through when all it took was a wave of delicious sunlight pouring into
him, a rush of love and need from his mate blazing across their link and Aya in
his arms, utterly willing and smelling so incredible for him to lose control? A
growl reverberated in the back of his throat as he clenched his arms around his
mate, his legs shifting apart so he could rub his arousal against Aya’s
At first, Aya went still in his
arms, and just as Yohji expected to be pushed aside with a ‘not in the
library’, there was another intense wave of sunlight. Not one to turn down an
opportunity like this, he moaned in delight as he took stumbling steps backwards
toward the comfy chair. Aya kissed him back with such a fervent intensity that
it was as if Aya was the succubae bound of the two of them, and even released a
rare laugh when they tumbled into the chair.
About to say something along the
lines of how his mate was breaking one of his most obsessively observed rules,
Yohji decided to nibble on Aya’s exposed neck instead. Oh yeah, there was
something to be said for not yelling and over-reacting, even if the western
Temple district was barely still standing at the moment. What the hell did he
care about a bunch of old buildings, when he had a squirming cat in his lap
trying to remove his shirt? Rufus could learn a thing or two from him....
His thoughts lost any coherent
order when Aya hissed in annoyance and tugged the shirt over Yohji’s head, his
eyes a swirling mix of violet and silver. Yohji felt it was only proper to
return the favor, and barely remembered in time that the dark grey shirt was a
favorite of his mate and so not to be ripped. Upper bodies taken care of, he set
to work undoing the laces of Aya’s pants, and refused to feel guilty when he
ended up snapping the thin leather strands.
"Idiot," Aya muttered
in response to needing to repair his pants later, and seemed to make a show of
undoing Yohji’s without any incident. Was it sad that a word that most people
considered an insult only got Yohji even more hot and bothered?
He was about to remove his
lover’s pants when he realized that, thanks to Aya’s nonsensical ‘no sex
in the library’ rule, there was a depressing lack of lube on hand. Growling
once more, he settled for pushing the pants as wide apart as possible and
spitting in the palm of his right hand before reaching for his mate’s hard
cock. The rush of sunlight filling every inch of his being washed over the faint
twinge of pain from sharp nails digging into his shoulders in response.
Tugging Aya closer onto his lap, he opened his hand enough that he could grasp both of their cocks, a slight hiss escaping him at the feel of smooth skin and friction rubbing against him. He buried his face in the crook of Aya’s neck, for a moment left heady from the addictive scent of the man he loved. He could feel Aya’s warm and the strong pulse racing beneath thin skin, could taste sweat and passion as his tongue lapped against the thundering blood. Each and every action of his only sent that pulse beating even faster and the sunlight to burn into him even hotter, his and Aya’s emotions hopelessly entwined and all the more powerful for that union. It was as if their bodies were in synch as well, shuddering breaths exhaled at the same time, each movement a compliment to the other’s, all pleasure and lust and desperate need for release. As the ecstasy grew with each stroke of Yohji’s hand, each fraction of pressure as his teeth pressed against Aya’s neck, each sharp ache of nails along his shoulders, Yohji wondered if he was the only one driven on by hunger. Aya seemed just as desperate for completion as he did, for that searing maelstrom of emotion and energy.
Sensing that they were both
close to the edge of their endurance, Yohji’s hand stroked faster and harder
against their cocks, the increase of pressure and friction an explosion of
sensation that wonderfully became too much. As tied as their emotions were just
then, they came together, Yohji’s body feeling incinerated by the rush of
ecstasy that filled it completely.
The only downside to such
powerful orgasms was that it took Yohji a minute or two to regain his senses
afterwards, as overloaded as he felt with energy and emotion. He was certain he
lived up to Aya’s assessment of him being an utter idiot at those moments,
especially when it took him some time to remember to return some of that
exquisite energy to his mate. He received a sharp dig of nails into his left
shoulder in return, along with the adorable sight of Aya all flustered and
tired, eyes drooping closed and emotions languid from the release.
"Okay, you can destroy
however many districts that you want as long as things end up like this,"
Yohji teased after a few minutes of silence. His laughter was tinged with a hint
of pain as his shoulder was abused again, but there was a clear sense of relief
from Aya over his acceptance of the situation.
"We didn’t try to destroy
it in the first place, just stopped a bunch of morons." Aya snapped his
teeth together in warning, but sounded too tired to carry through with the
threat. He looked about for a moment, then leaned back to grab Yohji’s shirt
to wipe them both clean.
Figuring that a dirty shirt and
the missed opportunity to wallow in anger at his mate was well worth the
sunlight tingling through his veins and *finally* being able to get some action
up here, Yohji merely smiled as he cleaned up. "I’m not even going to
attempt to explain the proper definition of ‘destruction’ to you until I’m
wearing a suit of armor and you’re suffering from a toothache." He smiled
in pure happiness at the dreadful glare being directed his way. "As I
always told Schu, ‘just make sure you don’t get caught’."
Aya snorted in derision either
at mention of Schu or that bit of sage advice. "I’m a kage. The only time
people know it’s one of us doing the destroying is when we want it that
It was rather hard to argue with
that, so Yohji just hummed for a few seconds while wrapping his arms around
Aya’s lower back and pulling him in close for another kiss. Being a very
intelligent person, he knew a lost cause when he saw one, and figured it would
be much, much more amusing to let Rufus tackle that mission one night than him
end up with a pissy mate and no sex for a day or two.
Now not to give into the urge to
call the new resident in the stables ‘Aya Junior’ while his lover was
around, and things should be fine for the time being.
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