Yohji woke slowly, hazily. The first thing he noticed was a lock of hair lying over his nose, making it itch. The second thing he noticed was he couldn’t move his right arm to brush it away. His left wasn’t speaking to him either. What the–
Casts. He’d managed to pry his eyes open enough, he could see two white casts sticking out in front of him, hooks through hoops set in the plaster, wiring him to a metal rack above a hospital bed. Oh shit. What had he done?
He couldn’t remember any reason he should be in a hospital. They hadn’t been on a mission. They’d been–clubbing? Yes. He’d finally dragged Aya to a club, but the damn man hadn’t drank, hadn’t enjoyed being shown off, had danced, but refused to go make out in the bathroom, and had an all-around miserable time. Then–what?
That hair was still irritating. Yohji tried to blow it away while he thought about why his arms were immobilized. He was pretty sure he hadn’t gotten in a fight with Aya–
“Finally.” Yohji felt the rush of pleasure Aya’s voice always gave him. And the cool hand that pushed the hair aside. “I was starting to think you really could sleep the clock around twice, Kudou.”
“Thirsty,” Yohji pushed out, and as soon as he spoke, the hangover hit. Yohji groaned. Damn vodka, he really needed to quit drinking the stuff…
Aya appeared in his vision, holding a cup with a straw. “I should hope your head hurts, you idiot. What were you thinking?”
“Umm…”
“Oh, right. You weren’t.”
“Ayan…” Now the first need was taken care of, another was making itself felt.
His redheaded lover was doing the mindreading trick, with a chuckle he twitched the blanket aside and made the necessary adjustments for Yohji to use a bedpan. The blonde sighed in relief, and wiggled as Aya washed him off. Felt great, but–he looked down and goggled as he saw two more casts on his legs, just a little off the bed and also wired to the rack.
Fuck! What the hell had he done?
“Better?” Aya asked. Yohji nodded.
“Kitten, what happened?”
“What do you remember?” Aya asked, being difficult. Of course. This was probably the beginning of his revenge for the horrible time he’d been having, before whatever it was happened. And for however long it would be until Yohji was able to–
Oh. God. Oh god. Oh god. How long? How long would it be before he could reach out and touch that walking wet dream glowering at the side of his bed? Damn it, why had they even bothered putting him back together? He was never going to survive, never, no way, wasn’t happening. He’d be nutty as Farfarello, just give him a straitjacket–
Goddamnit, he was already in a straitjacket!
Aya picked up the control for his bed. And the look in his eye worried Yohji.
“Wh–what are you doing?”
“You’re thinking about our sex life, aren’t you?”
No point in denying it. Yohji nodded. “Ayan, I’m sorry. Whatever I did–“ the head of the bed started going down. “Ow, ow, you’re not supposed to move me!” Aya shot him a bland smile, and his legs went up. And apart. “Aya, kitten, what are you–baby, what are you doing?”
“Adjusting your bed, Yohji. You don’t want bedsores, do you?”
Oh shit, he did not like the way Aya said that. Calm was never a good thing in Aya, the calmer he seemed, the less he really was. Yohji had done something, sure as hell. Aya probably had been the one to break his limbs, he’d threatened to more than once–
Yohji was wearing only a hospital gown. But now he was mostly off the bed, it was quick and simple for Aya to remove it. Leaving him naked and hanging and afraid to move.
“Ayan?” he said in his best I’m-sorry-don’t-hurt-me voice. “Plea–eeep!”
That last was as Aya’s hand circled his limp cock. Which suddenly wasn’t limp.
“Don’t worry baby,” Aya said, low and intense. “I’ll take care of you.”
Yohji shivered.
Aya was standing by his hip, just holding Yohji in one hand. Yohji felt himself stiffening at only the touch. Then the redhead bent and licked a line from Yohji’s navel to his chin.
“Mm-umm-mmm!” Yohji encouraged, trying not to move or make too much noise. Movement would hurt, noise would bring a nurse…
“What do you remember?” Aya asked again, a whisper in his ear before attacking with lips and tongue and teeth and hot sweet breath.
“Mm–dancing. You wouldn’t dri-ee!-ink, but you da-ANC-ed.”
“And?” Aya was moving back down now, but slowly, teasing every step of the way. Yohji knew the bastard would damn well leave him hanging, naked and hard, if he didn’t play along. Aya might be his kitten–but the man was Abyssinian as well.
“I wan-mmm-wanted to-to make out–“ damn it was hard to concentrate with Aya’s teeth on his nipple! “–in the-the bathroom, but you–“
“Go on,” Aya breathed on his ribs, and started tracing them with his tongue. Yohji tried not to wriggle.
“We danced s-SO-some more…”
“And?” Aya took his jacket off. Then his tongue was back on Yohji, trailing around his lower stomach.
“Ay-ann…” Yohji whined. “I don’t remem-mmm!-remember!”
The bed hummed, Yohji’s legs went higher. And farther apart. “Ayan?”
“Do you remember how much you drank?” Aya demanded, climbing onto the bed. Oh shit. The most vindictive person Yohji had ever known knelt fully dressed between his upraised knees, right in front of his cock that thought Aya was its friend, and Yohji couldn’t move, had no clue what to apologize for, and didn’t know how much he’d drank.
“Umm…too much?”
“You could say that.” Aya leaned forward and breathed. Yohji’s eyes tried to close at the heat pouring through him, he shook his head. Focus, Kudou, never, never, never let your guard down when Aya was in this mood–
“Do you remember who we ran into?” Aya hinted, then licked. Just tongue, nothing else, not even a brush of lips… Yohji groaned and tried to think, god, he’d better come up with it, he was completely vulnerable and damn it that shouldn’t be such a turn-on…quick, quick, run through everyone they knew, oh god Aya was good with that thing, Yohji moaned and writhed and remembered no socks
“Manx!” he gasped out. “Manx and Birman, in matching leather.” And oh damn if he hadn’t already been with the most beautiful creature on the planet Yohji would have gotten himself in so much trouble–
Shit! Maybe he had? Oh, hell, did he flirt with them? Grope one or both of them? Oh, shit, if Manx and Birman and Aya had been pissed, the only question left was why he was still breathing at all–
“And?” Aya asked, and went back to driving Yohji insane, god he loved that pointy little tongue, especially when Aya wandered off the beaten path and–
“Yrrrrnggg!” Yohji answered.
“Maybe I should let you think,” Aya said, and climbed off the bed. No, no, shit, oh fuck–
“I saw them!” Yohji blurted, as lust screamed at memory to wake the hell up, and memory responded. “I knew they were there, you didn’t!”
“Go on.” Aya folded his arms.
“I–I thought it would be funny,” Yohji continued. Oh damn, he had been drunk. “I…felt you up. Flashed them a couple times.” Aya, the blonde reminded himself, had not been drunk. He would know if Yohji left anything out, and would be even angrier at the omission than he would be at hearing it. Still he had to clear his throat. “Don’t worry, baby,” he’d said when Aya protested, “I’ll take care of you.” As he’d– “…jerked you…off…on the dance floor…”
“And then?” asked that relentless Abyssinian voice.
“Then I…danced you past them and–and asked if–if they…enjoyed….the…show.” Now he remembered Aya hitting him. Only once, but that wasn’t surprising. That once must have knocked him out. It was completely within the realm of a vengeful Aya to have broken his bones while he was unconscious. In fact, it was unusually merciful of him, to have let Yohji sleep through the worst of the pain.
“Kudou,” Aya said softly, “I take it all back.” Yohji lifted his head at the gentle tone, Aya shook his head. “You really are an idiot.”
“I know.” Pout, Kudou, for god’s sake, if you love Aya and sex and life, pout… “Kitten, I’m sorry. I was stupid and drunk and I’ll never do it again.”
“Do you think I would let you?”
Oh hell. Shit, damn and fuck! “Give me another chance, baby. I’m sorry, I just love showing you off, you’re so beautiful–“ that had softened Aya’s face, he still didn’t believe it, “–truly, love, you are, and it drives people nuts that you’re mine, and I just love it, that makes me feel so–“
Aya moved back to the foot of the bed. Yohji held his breath. Maybe, maybe he was okay, maybe he still had a beautiful somewhat forgiving boyfriend. Aya was amused and trying to hide it.
“Perhaps,” Aya said, eying the view, “there are some advantages to this.”
“Oh, baby, please…”
In a heartbeat Aya was back on the bed, and this time there was tongue and lips, gentle teeth and warm hands. Yohji was gasping and moaning in seconds, trying to writhe without moving his limbs, oh god…
“Please…” he begged, wanting to wrap his fingers in silky hair and cursing that he couldn’t, “oh, please, baby, give it to me…”
Yohji’s legs started higher still. “Ow, ow, Aya, ow–“
“Shut up, Kudou.” Aya snapped on a rubber glove with an evil grin. “I’m the doctor here.”
Oh god just as soon as he got out of these casts they were fully exploring Aya’s kinky side, the man had depths he’d never–
“A-YA!!”
The redhead responded with another nibble, nuzzling and sucking and licking while gloved fingers teased Yohji’s ass. Shit, yes, felt–mmm, felt good, god Aya had incredible fingers, “urrgg!!” and great– “yurrrmm…” and wonderful– “Please! Come on, kitten!”
“My diagnosis,” Aya straightened, unbuttoning his fly, “is chronic stupidity. My prescription–“
“Fuck me, baby, I don’t care if it hurts!”
“–is for you to get screwed until you learn.”
“Yes! Please?”
The bed hummed again, Yohji’s arms went down, until his shoulders were solidly on the bed. Hot, hard flesh poked at him, Yohji writhed, trying to get it inside him. Aya held his hips, one hand gloved, one not.
“Are you really sorry, Kudou?” Poke.
“Ahh! So sorry! Please, kitten–“
“Have you really learned?” Poke.
“I won’t–ahh!–I won’t get drunk again, I’ll never, never risk losing you, god please fuck me, Aya!”
In one push Aya was inside him. The redhead froze, his head thrown back, waiting for both of them to adjust. Yohji fought the passion to keep his eyes open, stared at his stunning lover and wished oh god he wanted to touch…
“Move, baby,” he gasped. “Please. Need to feel you, need more, please…”
Aya set a slow rhythm, hands pulling, hips thrusting, fucking, fucking, fucking…Yohji tried to set his shoulders, tried to move with him but damn it he was stuck, but still…oh shit, yes…
“So…good,” he moaned. “So…fucking…good…”
Aya’s eyes fluttered open, the redhead gave him the still-rare smile.
“Love you…” Yohji panted. “Yes, god, yes, feels so…love you, baby…love you…Ayan…kitten…love…”
“I know…” Aya whispered, taking Yohji’s breath away. Usually that declaration earned a glare. Aya grasped Yohji’s cock, instantly the blonde stiffened and came with a shout he bit off. His lover bowed his head and groaned, soft and deep and long. Aya stayed there for a long moment, both of them enjoying the connection. Then he pulled away with a sigh, and found a warm washcloth to clean Yohji up.
“Poor Yohji,” he said, planting a quick kiss on the blonde’s forehead after he threw the gown back over him, then lowered him to the bed. “Try to heal fast.” He picked up his jacket and turned to the door.
“Where are you going?”
Aya checked his watch. “I’ve got afternoon shift, Kudou. I’ll be back after. For a while. I’m still taking Aya-chan to the movie tonight.”
“Did you have to break everything, Aya?”
The redhead chuckled and came back. “You have an itch, Kudou. Right–“ he touched his finger to a spot on Yohji’s right arm cast. “–there. It’s like there’s a hair in there, it’s driving you crazy.”
“Ayy-annn…” Yohji whined, as the itch started on cue. “Hidoi!”
“Did you think you were forgiven, Kudou?” Aya kissed his lips this time, but pulled away when Yohji tried to involve his tongue. “I’ll be by later, you beautiful idiot.” And he left. Yohji stared at the door in disbelief. He’d left. Aya had left him. Aya never left Yohji when he was wounded.
Well, he’d never been wounded by Aya before.
Never drink again. Never drink again, he was never–
Wait a minute. He had a hangover. He was clear-headed, and he had a hangover. That meant–he wasn’t on pain medication. No pain meds and no pain meant–
“FUJIMIYA!!” he roared. “I’m going to kill you!!”
The door popped open to frame Aya’s evil grin. “Gotta catch me first, Yotan!”
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