Fic: Time
Title: Time
Author: white_cross_b
Type: Fiction
Pairing: Yohji & Aya
Rating: NC17
Beta:
whymzycal
Warnings: Wow, I have no idea where to begin. There's no real violence, and everything is consensual. This is total crack, written for my brilliant beta, whym. Thanks to
orlisbunny for her enthusiasm and encouragement.
Summary: Aya's face was pale, and Yohji almost felt sorry for him. Almost. "You can't just ignore this," Aya said. "It's real. It happened."
Once in a while, missions just went wrong.
This one had seemed easy enough. Omi hacked into the lab security system while Ken stood guard over him; Aya knocked out the security guard in the main entrance and looked for any others that were still on duty while Yohji downloaded information from the scientist's computer for analysis. He'd been at it for a few minutes before he was discovered.
"Oh my, a little mouse has come to upset all my plans." The doctor's eyeglasses glinted in the dim light. Yohji froze as the man pulled a gun out of the pocket of his lab coat. "Are you from a rival pharmaceutical company?" Yohji was too stunned to answer. Hadn't Weiß seen him leave the building before they entered? "Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock. Whatever will I do with you?"
Yohji grinned, slipping into the lazy persona he had so carefully crafted for himself, one which fit him like a glove. "You could just confiscate my flash drive and let me go. No hard feelings, right?" Where the fuck was Aya? Shouldn't he have been there to back Yohji up by now?
"What a marvelous idea," the doctor said, crossing the room to stand in front of Yohji. "How about we do this instead, little white mouse?"
From the other pocket of his lab coat, he produced a syringe. Yohji felt the cold steel of the gun muzzle pressed to his temple and the sting of a needle. The last thing he thought before darkness took him was, "Prick stuck me through my coat..." Then he thought no more.
***
Yohji woke to a world of pain, groaning as every muscle in his body screamed from the smallest movement. Beside him, a heart monitor beeped, somewhat erratically, and an IV was taped to his arm. He struggled for a minute, intent on ripping out the needle and getting the fuck out of wherever he was, until Omi appeared next to him, his face pale and drawn. "You're okay, Yoji-kun, we‘ve got you," he said, and Yohji relaxed.
"What the fuck happened? I feel like a truck ran over me, backed up, and then ran over me again." Yohji's voice sounded strange to his own ears, and he couldn't figure out why.
"I should get the doctor to tell you." Omi turned toward the door, but stopped when Yohji grabbed onto his arm.
"Tell me. Now," he said.
Omi shuffled his feet nervously. "You were injected with something. The doctor was a geneticist, Yohji, and... well... you've changed."
Yohji's body went cold. "Changed? How?"
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
"We don't think it's permanent," Omi said hurriedly. "Kritiker is looking into it. We'll find the guy, I promise."
Yohji growled a warning, "Omi..." then decided to see for himself. He threw back his bed covers and stared. Then he grinned.
***
"You're disgusting. Did you know that?" Ken said. The look on his face was one of absolute horror and disgust, and Yohji felt the urge to cackle with glee.
"Come on, Ken. You know you want to feel them, too." Yohji winked, both of his hands full with his new breasts as he gave them a squeeze. "They're perfect, just like the rest of me." They were, too, Yohji thought as he rubbed his hands over them. They were round and full, and very sensitive, he discovered, as his fingertips grazed over his nipples, hardening them into tight little nubs. If only he could lick them, he'd give them the attention they fully deserved.
"Aya, do something!" Ken whined, his face red with embarrassment.
Aya looked up from where he was leaning over Omi, both of them studying the computer screen in front of them as they tried to figure out where the doctor could be hiding now. "Tch," he snorted, turning away to ignore them both. Yohji smirked.
It wasn't bad, being a woman. He had always loved their softness, their round curves and gentle ways. He knew how to please them, mentally and physically, and he fully intended to explore this new body of his while he had it. Touching his breasts made him want to squirm, to rub against... something.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
"If anyone needs me," he said rising to his feet, "I'll be in my room." There was no mistaking his intentions, and Ken groaned. "I don't want to hear about it," he said. "In fact, I don't want to hear it, either. I'm out of here." He grabbed his helmet and disappeared up the stairs.
This could hardly get better, Yohji thought, squeezing his own ass as he went upstairs himself, thinking of all the ways he was going to spend the afternoon.
***
Two days later, Yohji decided that his own hands weren't enough.
"Do you think I'm a lesbian now?" he asked as he applied a generous amount of lipstick over his plump, pink lips, rubbing them together and then glancing back in his compact mirror.
"Yohji-kun!" Omi exclaimed, obviously scandalized.
"I'm sure you'll let us know," Aya said drily as he scanned the daily paper for news that might be of some interest to them. He seemed completely unconcerned about Yohji's sudden sex change, no matter how Yohji tried to rile him up.
Yohji tucked the lipstick away into his purse and smoothed down his skirt with a chuckle. It was short -- "Manx length," actually -- and paired with a midriff top and high heels. Yohji had spent an hour walking in them to get used to the feel, and he didn't find them to be very awkward at all in this feminine body. He knew he was hot with his long legs, flat stomach, and pert little ass, and he was eager to explore this new territory while he still could. Two girls getting it on was extremely hot, and now he'd get to participate as one himself. What could be better?
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
"Don't wait up," he called out with a wave.
***
Aya put down the book he had been reading, marking his spot with a bookmark before setting it aside and looking up at Yohji. "You're home early," he said glancing at the clock, which read 1:30 in bright red digital letters. "How was it?"
Yohji leaned against the wall of the mission room, arms crossed over his breasts, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Not really what I thought," he said, reaching up for the cigarette and flicking ashes into a nearby ashtray.
Aya seemed puzzled. "How so?"
Yohji squirmed a little, not sure how to put it exactly, and feeling for the first time a little embarrassed. "It just wasn't right. I mean, the sex was good, it just wasn't enough... I don't know." He shrugged, glancing away. He wasn't used to this, to not getting full enjoyment out of sex, and he was beginning to get a little worried about when exactly he was going to change back. His hand shook as he brought the cigarette to his mouth and took a drag, and he cursed silently to himself.
"Maybe you're not what you think," Aya said quietly.
Yohji snorted. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Aya rose from the couch and crossed the room, standing in front of Yohji. "I mean, you've changed. Maybe it's not just this," he said, and to Yohji's surprise, reached out his hand and placed it lightly on Yohji's breast. He cupped it gently, then moved his hand down Yohji's side down to his waist, where he trailed his fingers lightly across the bare skin of his belly.
Yohji shivered involuntarily. "What are you doing?" he asked, his high female voice now rough and husky as Aya's warm hand continued to touch him, raising goose-bumps over Yohji's arms.
"You of all people should know," Aya said into Yohji's ear, his breath hot and moist.
"Yeah," Yohji agreed. He let his head fall back against the wall, giving in to the sensations that were moving through his body and making him feel weak. This was a new feeling altogether, and while he didn't normally do guys, he wasn't about to turn down what was apparently happening between him and Aya right now. After all, he was a girl, right? It wouldn't make him gay.
Aya took the cigarette from Yohji's hand and brought it to his own lips, taking a drag and blowing the smoke off to the side, staring Yohji down with those deep purple eyes. God, he was sexy. Who knew? Yohji tentatively reached out his own hand, placing it on Aya, up under the soft cotton of his t-shirt to feel the rippling muscles of Aya's stomach and up higher, to his well-defined chest. "Mmm..." Aya closed his eyes.
"What, are you heterosexual now?" Yohji asked as Aya's mouth pressed against Yohji's neck.
"Are you really a girl?" Aya asked, voicing the question that Yohji really hadn't wanted to ask himself yet.
"Yes," Yohji said, tilting his head to give Aya better access to the tender skin. "No," he said as Aya's teeth bit lightly on Yohji's earlobe. "I don't know," he said weakly, feeling the need to grind himself against Aya, but he didn't have the right equipment to press anywhere. Shit. Fuck. When did Aya get so hot? He had Yohji pinned against the wall now, and after stabbing the cigarette out in the ashtray, he put his hand on Yohji's thigh, pushing up under Yohji's short skirt. Yohji whimpered when Aya pressed firmly against the front of Yohji's lace panties, moving in slow circles. Yohji felt the sudden need to get them off, to get... something... He squirmed impatiently.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
Yohji batted Aya's hand away and began tugging his panties down, catching them on the heel of his shoe and growling in frustration before kicking the annoying shoes off and flinging his underwear aside. Aya touched him again, pushing up Yohji's skirt and sliding one long, slim finger between his legs and inside his body, where it was soon joined by a second, and then a third. This didn't feel like it had with the woman he had been with earlier; this was entirely different, so masculine and so amazingly good. Yohji‘s voice came in gasps. "More, please, Aya. I need more."
Aya pulled his hand out and reached for his own pants, unbuttoning them, then catching Yohji's hand in a firm grip and placing it over his groin. Aya was hard, really hard, Yohji noted, as he gave his dick a squeeze through the black cotton briefs, his mind reeling. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. "Is this what you want?" Aya asked, his voice low in a way Yohji had never heard before. Yohji nodded. "Hell yes," he said, and watched as Aya shucked off his pants and briefs.
Yohji closed his eyes as Aya lifted Yohji's leg and pushed slowly up into him. Yohji knew how wet he was, could feel when Aya had his fingers up inside of him, and moaned softly as Aya slid fully inside. Oh god. Aya was thick and hard, and it was exactly what Yohji had been missing. He stood on his toes, hooking his leg over Aya's hip as Aya pushed up into him harder and harder. "More," Yohji said, his breath coming out in gasps as Aya responded, his head hitting the wall as Aya thrust into him. He was close, so close, and with a few desperate touches from his own hand, came harder than he ever had in his life, moaning Aya's name as he shuddered and shook. Aya didn't last much longer as he gave several irregular thrusts and came himself, nearly lifting Yohji off the floor.
Their mouths met for the first time, soft, tender kisses, as Yohji waited for his heart to stop pounding in his chest. "I don't think I can stand on my own," he said weakly.
"I'll carry you," Aya whispered against Yohji's cheek.
***
Yohji was irritable. It had been over three fucking months since his body had changed, and they still hadn't caught the bastard that’d done it yet. The novelty of his female body had worn off, and he was desperate to get his normal life back. He'd spent a fortune on clothes, which Kritiker had damned well better reimburse him for, he thought, as his body seemed to be continually changing. He was rounder now, not as slim, and his moods were chameleon-like with their never-ending variety of emotions. He had also been pulled from missions until further notice. He wanted his dick back now, thank you very much.
He and Aya had fucked a few more times, more leisurely and exploratory than that frantic first time in the mission room. It took the edge off of his attitude, but it left him feeling confused. What the hell was he now? Was there even a name for it? When a simple pricked finger from a rose thorn made him begin to cry, he stomped out of the Koneko and into his apartment, absolutely mortified. He heard knocking on his door and Omi's worried voice asking if he was okay, but Yohji ignored him, crawling into bed and pulling his pillow over his face.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
He dreamed that night that there was an alien inside his body like in that old American horror film, struggling to get out. When it burst through his chest, he woke, covered in sweat and shaking, a shout on his lips that he muffled with his hand as the clock on his bedside table struck 3:00 am. Fuck.
He padded to the bathroom, feeling his underwear digging uncomfortably into his crotch and needing desperately to empty his bladder. When he began to pull them down, he froze. His shouts woke the entire house.
***
"I don't know what's worse," Ken complained, "seeing you touch your own breasts, or watching you keep feeling your dick."
"Just making sure it's still there." Yohji winked at Ken over the top of his sunglasses. His body had changed overnight, and it was almost back to normal now. He was still a little softer, and his chest wasn't completely flat yet, but it was enough. Certainly enough to go out and get some tail. He'd feel normal again once he was between a woman's thighs after being on the receiving end for so long.
"Don't wait up," Yohji called out, jangling the keys to the Seven in his hand.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
***
Yohji's body began rejecting food. It went on for a week before Omi managed to convince Yohji that it wasn't just the flu. Worried about the possible side effects from his recent changes, Kritiker set him up with an appointment with one of their doctors, who ran a complete set of tests. The doctor frowned over the results and then ran the tests all over again.
When Yohji heard the news, he passed out cold.
Later, when he woke, Aya was sitting in the chair beside the hospital bed, holding Yohji's hand. "I hope you know that it's yours," Yohji glared. "Prick," he added for good measure.
Aya reached out his hand, brushing Yohji's bangs away from his eyes. The sweetness of the gesture made Yohji eyes water, and he turned away, embarrassed. "I'm here for you, for whatever you need," Aya said softly. "I'm in this with you all the way. You're not alone."
"You know I can't have it, right?" Yohji turned to face Aya, his voice cracking with emotion. "I mean, not only where would it come out of me, but fuck, Aya, look who the parents are."
Aya's face was pale, even more pale than Yohji had ever seen it before, but his voice was steady when he spoke. "If my sister doesn't wake up, Yohji, you're the only family that I have."
Yohji pulled his hand away. "Yeah, you say that now, but where have you been all this time we've known each other, huh, Aya? You get me knocked up in this freak-show life of ours, and now you want to be what? Best friends? A happily married couple? Yeah, right."
"I've always been here, Yohji," Aya said softly. "You just never looked at me before."
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
"Yeah, well, I'm not gay," Yohji said, turning away from Aya again to face the wall. The wall was nice. The wall didn't expect anything from him. The wall didn't say things that Yohji didn't want to hear. "I still don't understand why you slept with me," he muttered, mainly to himself.
"You were never a woman to me," Aya replied.
Yohji closed his eyes.
***
The doctors made up Yohji's mind for him by saying that they couldn't risk terminating the pregnancy when they didn't know how his body would react. It was frightening, knowing that no matter what happened, Yohji was going to be cut open. There were words like "second trimester," and "fully formed uterus," that Yohji didn't want to hear. There was also the possibility that his body would just change back to being completely normal, because nobody really knew for sure what going to happen next. Those words were ones that he did want to hear, and he held onto the hope that that would be the case, and every day when he woke up in the morning, he was disappointed.
"I'm not wearing women's maternity pants," he snapped. "I'm not a woman." He threw them back at Aya.
"They don't make them for men," Aya said, with all the patience of a saint. Yohji hated him. Really and truly hated him.
"Fine," Yohji snarled as he snatched the pants back. "Now get the fuck out. Don't you have someone you need to kill or something?"
"Let me know if you need anything." Aya ignored the pants that hit the wall beside him when he reached the door.
***
The morning sickness didn't go away. In fact, it wasn't just morning sickness; it was morning, noon, and night sickness. It was the pregnancy hormones conflicting with his male body, or so Yohji was told, but what the fuck did the doctors know anyway? He heaved until he thought he'd turn inside out, and then lay weakly in his bed, unable to move. Aya brought him tea and thin rice crackers, which Yohji was able to choke down from time to time, along with bowls of simple white rice. From there he graduated to miso soup, which Aya made, surprisingly, himself. It was good, Yohji had to admit.
"Are you okay?" Aya asked as Yohji rolled on his side facing the wall. "I mean, I know you're not, but are you?"
Yohji snorted. What was there to say? "I have a fucking alien baby squirming around inside of me, so just how okay can I possibly be?"
"Can you feel it move?" Aya asked.
"Yes, now can we talk about something else? I'm a person, you know, not a baby factory. I had a life before this, and a pretty good one." Yohji scowled at the wall as if blaming it for his predicament. When Aya didn't respond, Yohji rolled his eyes and sighed in resignation. "Do you want to feel it?" he asked.
"Can I?" Aya asked.
Yohji rolled over onto his back and took Aya's hand, placing it over his belly. "I just ate, so it's going to be moving around for a while." It took a minute, but then he felt it, a shifting inside his body. It felt fucking weird. "There. Did you feel it?" he asked. Aya didn't reply, but his wide eyes spoke volumes.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
"It might not even be there tomorrow, so don't get your hopes up," Yohji said, rolling back to face the wall.
Yohji felt the bed dip as Aya sat down next to him, then Aya's hand, rubbing reassuring circles on Yohji's back. "I'll still be here for you, either way," he said quietly, and Yohji could feel Aya's breath warm on the back of his neck. It shouldn't feel so good, but it did, and Yohji relaxed against Aya's touch, sighing contentedly. "Whatever. I'm not gay," he said. "It doesn't matter to me if you're here or not." He almost winced at the harshness in his tone, but either Aya didn't seem to notice, or he didn't care. His hand moved down Yohji's back, down to his waist, and then his hip. "Mmm... that feels good," Yohji purred.
Aya must have taken that as permission, for his hand then moved over Yohji's belly, then grazed over his erection. What the fuck? Yohji asked himself. When the hell did that happen? Aya stopped there, and this time he asked, "Can I touch you? Please?" His voice was low and husky, and Yohji flashed through several memories of being under Aya as Aya moved inside of him, Yohji so wet and so turned on that he had come more than once. It had been damned hot being a woman, and Aya was surprisingly good at sex.
"Okay," Yohji said, finally giving in. When Aya moved closer, his body flush up against Yohji's back, he could feel Aya's erection pressing into his ass. He felt a moment of panic until Aya touched him again under the waistband of his pajama pants with strong, sure fingers. He'd given up on wearing underwear when he couldn't find any that fit him comfortably, so it was all warm skin and sure strokes, with Aya's breath hot in his ear. His orgasm caught him by surprise as he groaned, his come slicking Aya's hand as Aya continued to milk Yohji for everything that he had. A minute later and he felt Aya stiffen against him, and a warm dampness against his ass.
"Yohji, I-"
"Shut up, Aya. Just shut up."
***
Yohji's appetite came back and so did his sex drive. With a vengeance.
"This doesn't change anything," Yohji said, rubbing up against Aya. "I'm still not gay, I just need to get off."
"It's nice to know I'm needed," Aya said drily. "You could always fuck me; that wouldn't change anything either."
Yohji's movements stilled as he took a minute to contemplate the offer. He'd fucked girls that way before, and it was good. Nice and tight and... "Yeah," Yohji agreed. "Yeah."
"You know what you're doing, right?" Aya asked sharply as Yohji began to tug Aya's pants down in a hurry. When Yohji had them off, along with Aya's briefs, he held up a bottle of lotion and grinned. "Who do you think you're dealing with? I know my way around."
It was good, Yohji decided as he slid into Aya. Really good. Exceptionally good. And if he just happened to lean down and kiss Aya while he was at it, it just made the experience that much better. Yohji enjoyed closeness during sex, and this was no exception. Aya made the most delicious sounds as Yohji fucked him, so that Yohji just had to get a taste of his mouth. And another. And another.
The sex was a bit weird at first with Yohji's belly between them, but when Aya came all over it from the friction, Yohji felt a personal satisfaction that he hadn't felt in quite some time. You had to work with what you had, he decided, and six months along, he was still a damn good lay.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
Yeah, he'd definitely do Aya again.
***
Yohji had felt so many different sensations in his belly that when the first pain came, he was unconcerned. When the third and fourth ones came, he knew something was wrong.
The doctor's mouth was a pale, thin line. "The baby is in distress. We have to go in now."
"It's only seven months," Yohji protested. "Will it live?"
"We'll do what we can," the doctor said, trying to be realistic, "but we just don't know. This is uncharted territory for us as well."
The last thing Yohji saw was Aya's face looking down at him, full of worry, and then nothing.
***
"Yohji... Yohji, can you hear me?"
The voice sounded so far away, and Yohji was so tired. He struggled against waking, but the voice was persistent.
"Yohji, wake up."
Fucking voice.
"Mmmf." Yohji's throat felt dry. So did his eyes when he managed to crack them open before closing them again, because the light was just too fucking bright.
"Here," the voice said, and Yohji felt a straw being put in front of his lips. He drank the cool water gratefully, then tried opening his eyes one more time.
"Welcome back," Aya said with a small smile.
Everything came rushing back to Yohji then, and he flailed, trying to sit up, but Aya's hands were firm, keeping him down. "Take it easy," he said. "You've been through a lot. Just relax."
"What happened?" Yohji croaked. The aftertaste of anesthesia was in the back of his throat, making him want to gag.
"The uterus just decided to disappear," Aya said softly. "It's gone now. There's nothing female left inside of you."
That should have been comforting, but Yohji was beginning to have a very bad feeling that something was still wrong. "Did it live?" he asked, and his voice sounded small and scared to his own ears.
"He's in intensive care," Aya said, giving Yohji's hand a squeeze. "We're going to have to wait and see."
"He?" Yohji asked. "It's a boy?" He closed his eyes at Aya's nod, feeling heavy and sleepy again. "Why are you here?" he asked. "Why aren't you with him?"
"Idiot. You still don't get it, do you?" he heard Aya say as he drifted off again.
***
Omi and Ken came to visit him in the hospital, bringing get well balloons, and contraband food from McDonald's, which Yohji wolfed down with enthusiasm. His room was filled with flowers from the Koneko, courtesy of Manx and Persia, but when a large potted orchid was delivered, Yohji regarded it with a frown. The card that accompanied it was unsigned, but Yohji didn't need a name to know who it was from. The note was simple and to the point.
Thank you for the data, little while mouse.
Yohji ordered the flowers out of his room.
***
The thing that had lived in Yohji's belly wasn't an alien at all: it was a tiny little boy. Yohji pressed his face to the observation window to get a better look, his breath steaming up the glass as most of his fears were put to rest, despite the ultrasound results he had been getting all along. "I want a paternity test," he said to the nurse, who nodded and rolled up Yohji's sleeve.
Later, when the results were in and he was back in his bed, Yohji sighed with relief. "I thought we could name him Ran, since you're not using it anymore."
Yohji smiled at the look on Aya's face and closed his eyes.
***
Yohji was determined to get his life back to normal as fast as possible.
"Yohji, we need to talk," Aya said, as he had several times since Yohji had returned back home. His stitches had come out and he was feeling more like himself than he had in several months. He couldn't wear a short shirt with his fresh scar, but he could fit back into his pants like nothing had ever happened. He brushed Aya off as he slipped into his jacket, feeling in the pocket for his keys. "Can't right now," he said with a wink. "I'm going out."
Aya's face was pale, and Yohji almost felt sorry for him. Almost. "You can't just ignore this," Aya said. "It's real. It happened."
"Don't you think I know that?" Yohji snapped. "This isn't about you, Aya, this is about me. What I want. I never asked for any of this," he said, gesturing wildly. "What am I supposed to do, assassinate dark beasts and then come home and change diapers? Get real, Aya, it just can't work that way."
"Fine," Aya replied, and his voice was like ice. "You keep thinking only of yourself. That's what you're best at."
Yohji slammed the door on his way out.
***
Getting back to his old life wasn't quite as Yohji had expected, he soon found out. The club music was too loud, and the girls just weren't as hot as they used to be. Sure, they were all right, and he still managed to get one of them to take him home with her, but for some reason he just couldn't get it up, even when he was between the girl's thighs and she was begging him for it.
"Sorry, baby," he said, lighting up a cigarette uncomfortably. "I guess I'm just not over my surgery yet."
"It's okay, Yohji, we can just hold each other." All feminine understanding, and yet, somehow it reminded him of Aya. In fact, he couldn't stop thinking about Aya. Yohji's stomach turned.
"I gotta go," he said, scrambling for his pants and hurrying out of her apartment, his shirt unbuttoned and his heart pounding in his chest. He took in several deep breaths of the cool night air as he tapped out a cigarette, his hand shaking too much to light it, so he slipped it behind his ear instead as he got behind the wheel of the Seven. He knew a quiet bar nearby where he could sit and have a drink and not have to think about what had gone wrong with his life.
***
Yohji was drunk when he got to the hospital, and that's how Aya found him, with Ran's tiny hand wrapped tightly around his finger.
"The nurse called me," Aya said gruffly. "She said you were drunk and less than pleasant."
"She wouldn't let me see him," Yohji protested. "He's mine, I should be able to see him if I want."
Aya sat next to Yohji and reached out his hand to brush his fingers lightly over Ran's cheek. Yohji scowled. "I hope you washed your hands."
"Shut the fuck up, Yohji," Aya said sharply. "I've come here every day to see him. You don't get to act like you're the doting parent."
Yohji opened his mouth to retort, then thinking better of it, closed it again. He was sobering up now, in more ways than one.
"What do you want?" Aya asked. "Why are you here?"
"I tried to get laid tonight," Yohji began, making himself look Aya in the eyes, to see the hurt that he knew he caused there. "It didn't work out. All I could think about was you. I think I want you, Aya."
Aya sighed. "Well, that's a start."
***
Giving in, Yohji decided, was delicious. He didn't have to analyze anything and wonder what it meant. Aya had him against the wall of his room, his mouth on Yohji's, all wet and warm, and it felt amazing. More than amazing, judging from the sounds Aya was making. Wait, no, that was himself. Well, okay, that was fine too; after all, Aya was hot. And fuck he felt good. "I want you to fuck me this time," he panted against Aya's neck as he reached for Aya's zipper.
It felt nothing like Yohji had imagined it would. Aya had been very attentive, and by the time he slid inside of Yohji, there was almost no pain. It just felt good. Why hadn't they done this before? Oh, right, because he had been a bastard, that's why. It didn't take long and he was coming so hard he thought he might pass out. Aya began to thrust harder, harder, and Yohji felt a deep satisfaction when Aya came moaning Yohji's name. They lay in a tangle of sweaty limbs, tongues tangling around each other, and Yohji's last words before he fell asleep were the last three words he ever expected to say to another person, much less Aya. But it was true.
***
The walls had fresh paint, and a new sign hung on the outside of the building.
Kudoh & Fujimiya, Private Investigations
There was a desk in the front where a receptionist would sit and two more in the room in the back. There was a crib against the far wall where Ran lay cooing at the fish mobile hanging overhead, waving his chubby little fists and drooling.
"He takes after you," Aya said with a smirk. Yohji could only agree.
THE END
[[Any similarities between this fic and
vom_marlowe's girl!yohji series is completely unintentional, and this is posted with her okay]]
Author: white_cross_b
Type: Fiction
Pairing: Yohji & Aya
Rating: NC17
Beta:
whymzycal
Warnings: Wow, I have no idea where to begin. There's no real violence, and everything is consensual. This is total crack, written for my brilliant beta, whym. Thanks to
orlisbunny for her enthusiasm and encouragement.
Summary: Aya's face was pale, and Yohji almost felt sorry for him. Almost. "You can't just ignore this," Aya said. "It's real. It happened."
Once in a while, missions just went wrong.
This one had seemed easy enough. Omi hacked into the lab security system while Ken stood guard over him; Aya knocked out the security guard in the main entrance and looked for any others that were still on duty while Yohji downloaded information from the scientist's computer for analysis. He'd been at it for a few minutes before he was discovered.
"Oh my, a little mouse has come to upset all my plans." The doctor's eyeglasses glinted in the dim light. Yohji froze as the man pulled a gun out of the pocket of his lab coat. "Are you from a rival pharmaceutical company?" Yohji was too stunned to answer. Hadn't Weiß seen him leave the building before they entered? "Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock. Whatever will I do with you?"
Yohji grinned, slipping into the lazy persona he had so carefully crafted for himself, one which fit him like a glove. "You could just confiscate my flash drive and let me go. No hard feelings, right?" Where the fuck was Aya? Shouldn't he have been there to back Yohji up by now?
"What a marvelous idea," the doctor said, crossing the room to stand in front of Yohji. "How about we do this instead, little white mouse?"
From the other pocket of his lab coat, he produced a syringe. Yohji felt the cold steel of the gun muzzle pressed to his temple and the sting of a needle. The last thing he thought before darkness took him was, "Prick stuck me through my coat..." Then he thought no more.
***
Yohji woke to a world of pain, groaning as every muscle in his body screamed from the smallest movement. Beside him, a heart monitor beeped, somewhat erratically, and an IV was taped to his arm. He struggled for a minute, intent on ripping out the needle and getting the fuck out of wherever he was, until Omi appeared next to him, his face pale and drawn. "You're okay, Yoji-kun, we‘ve got you," he said, and Yohji relaxed.
"What the fuck happened? I feel like a truck ran over me, backed up, and then ran over me again." Yohji's voice sounded strange to his own ears, and he couldn't figure out why.
"I should get the doctor to tell you." Omi turned toward the door, but stopped when Yohji grabbed onto his arm.
"Tell me. Now," he said.
Omi shuffled his feet nervously. "You were injected with something. The doctor was a geneticist, Yohji, and... well... you've changed."
Yohji's body went cold. "Changed? How?"
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
"We don't think it's permanent," Omi said hurriedly. "Kritiker is looking into it. We'll find the guy, I promise."
Yohji growled a warning, "Omi..." then decided to see for himself. He threw back his bed covers and stared. Then he grinned.
***
"You're disgusting. Did you know that?" Ken said. The look on his face was one of absolute horror and disgust, and Yohji felt the urge to cackle with glee.
"Come on, Ken. You know you want to feel them, too." Yohji winked, both of his hands full with his new breasts as he gave them a squeeze. "They're perfect, just like the rest of me." They were, too, Yohji thought as he rubbed his hands over them. They were round and full, and very sensitive, he discovered, as his fingertips grazed over his nipples, hardening them into tight little nubs. If only he could lick them, he'd give them the attention they fully deserved.
"Aya, do something!" Ken whined, his face red with embarrassment.
Aya looked up from where he was leaning over Omi, both of them studying the computer screen in front of them as they tried to figure out where the doctor could be hiding now. "Tch," he snorted, turning away to ignore them both. Yohji smirked.
It wasn't bad, being a woman. He had always loved their softness, their round curves and gentle ways. He knew how to please them, mentally and physically, and he fully intended to explore this new body of his while he had it. Touching his breasts made him want to squirm, to rub against... something.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
"If anyone needs me," he said rising to his feet, "I'll be in my room." There was no mistaking his intentions, and Ken groaned. "I don't want to hear about it," he said. "In fact, I don't want to hear it, either. I'm out of here." He grabbed his helmet and disappeared up the stairs.
This could hardly get better, Yohji thought, squeezing his own ass as he went upstairs himself, thinking of all the ways he was going to spend the afternoon.
***
Two days later, Yohji decided that his own hands weren't enough.
"Do you think I'm a lesbian now?" he asked as he applied a generous amount of lipstick over his plump, pink lips, rubbing them together and then glancing back in his compact mirror.
"Yohji-kun!" Omi exclaimed, obviously scandalized.
"I'm sure you'll let us know," Aya said drily as he scanned the daily paper for news that might be of some interest to them. He seemed completely unconcerned about Yohji's sudden sex change, no matter how Yohji tried to rile him up.
Yohji tucked the lipstick away into his purse and smoothed down his skirt with a chuckle. It was short -- "Manx length," actually -- and paired with a midriff top and high heels. Yohji had spent an hour walking in them to get used to the feel, and he didn't find them to be very awkward at all in this feminine body. He knew he was hot with his long legs, flat stomach, and pert little ass, and he was eager to explore this new territory while he still could. Two girls getting it on was extremely hot, and now he'd get to participate as one himself. What could be better?
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
"Don't wait up," he called out with a wave.
***
Aya put down the book he had been reading, marking his spot with a bookmark before setting it aside and looking up at Yohji. "You're home early," he said glancing at the clock, which read 1:30 in bright red digital letters. "How was it?"
Yohji leaned against the wall of the mission room, arms crossed over his breasts, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Not really what I thought," he said, reaching up for the cigarette and flicking ashes into a nearby ashtray.
Aya seemed puzzled. "How so?"
Yohji squirmed a little, not sure how to put it exactly, and feeling for the first time a little embarrassed. "It just wasn't right. I mean, the sex was good, it just wasn't enough... I don't know." He shrugged, glancing away. He wasn't used to this, to not getting full enjoyment out of sex, and he was beginning to get a little worried about when exactly he was going to change back. His hand shook as he brought the cigarette to his mouth and took a drag, and he cursed silently to himself.
"Maybe you're not what you think," Aya said quietly.
Yohji snorted. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Aya rose from the couch and crossed the room, standing in front of Yohji. "I mean, you've changed. Maybe it's not just this," he said, and to Yohji's surprise, reached out his hand and placed it lightly on Yohji's breast. He cupped it gently, then moved his hand down Yohji's side down to his waist, where he trailed his fingers lightly across the bare skin of his belly.
Yohji shivered involuntarily. "What are you doing?" he asked, his high female voice now rough and husky as Aya's warm hand continued to touch him, raising goose-bumps over Yohji's arms.
"You of all people should know," Aya said into Yohji's ear, his breath hot and moist.
"Yeah," Yohji agreed. He let his head fall back against the wall, giving in to the sensations that were moving through his body and making him feel weak. This was a new feeling altogether, and while he didn't normally do guys, he wasn't about to turn down what was apparently happening between him and Aya right now. After all, he was a girl, right? It wouldn't make him gay.
Aya took the cigarette from Yohji's hand and brought it to his own lips, taking a drag and blowing the smoke off to the side, staring Yohji down with those deep purple eyes. God, he was sexy. Who knew? Yohji tentatively reached out his own hand, placing it on Aya, up under the soft cotton of his t-shirt to feel the rippling muscles of Aya's stomach and up higher, to his well-defined chest. "Mmm..." Aya closed his eyes.
"What, are you heterosexual now?" Yohji asked as Aya's mouth pressed against Yohji's neck.
"Are you really a girl?" Aya asked, voicing the question that Yohji really hadn't wanted to ask himself yet.
"Yes," Yohji said, tilting his head to give Aya better access to the tender skin. "No," he said as Aya's teeth bit lightly on Yohji's earlobe. "I don't know," he said weakly, feeling the need to grind himself against Aya, but he didn't have the right equipment to press anywhere. Shit. Fuck. When did Aya get so hot? He had Yohji pinned against the wall now, and after stabbing the cigarette out in the ashtray, he put his hand on Yohji's thigh, pushing up under Yohji's short skirt. Yohji whimpered when Aya pressed firmly against the front of Yohji's lace panties, moving in slow circles. Yohji felt the sudden need to get them off, to get... something... He squirmed impatiently.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
Yohji batted Aya's hand away and began tugging his panties down, catching them on the heel of his shoe and growling in frustration before kicking the annoying shoes off and flinging his underwear aside. Aya touched him again, pushing up Yohji's skirt and sliding one long, slim finger between his legs and inside his body, where it was soon joined by a second, and then a third. This didn't feel like it had with the woman he had been with earlier; this was entirely different, so masculine and so amazingly good. Yohji‘s voice came in gasps. "More, please, Aya. I need more."
Aya pulled his hand out and reached for his own pants, unbuttoning them, then catching Yohji's hand in a firm grip and placing it over his groin. Aya was hard, really hard, Yohji noted, as he gave his dick a squeeze through the black cotton briefs, his mind reeling. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. "Is this what you want?" Aya asked, his voice low in a way Yohji had never heard before. Yohji nodded. "Hell yes," he said, and watched as Aya shucked off his pants and briefs.
Yohji closed his eyes as Aya lifted Yohji's leg and pushed slowly up into him. Yohji knew how wet he was, could feel when Aya had his fingers up inside of him, and moaned softly as Aya slid fully inside. Oh god. Aya was thick and hard, and it was exactly what Yohji had been missing. He stood on his toes, hooking his leg over Aya's hip as Aya pushed up into him harder and harder. "More," Yohji said, his breath coming out in gasps as Aya responded, his head hitting the wall as Aya thrust into him. He was close, so close, and with a few desperate touches from his own hand, came harder than he ever had in his life, moaning Aya's name as he shuddered and shook. Aya didn't last much longer as he gave several irregular thrusts and came himself, nearly lifting Yohji off the floor.
Their mouths met for the first time, soft, tender kisses, as Yohji waited for his heart to stop pounding in his chest. "I don't think I can stand on my own," he said weakly.
"I'll carry you," Aya whispered against Yohji's cheek.
***
Yohji was irritable. It had been over three fucking months since his body had changed, and they still hadn't caught the bastard that’d done it yet. The novelty of his female body had worn off, and he was desperate to get his normal life back. He'd spent a fortune on clothes, which Kritiker had damned well better reimburse him for, he thought, as his body seemed to be continually changing. He was rounder now, not as slim, and his moods were chameleon-like with their never-ending variety of emotions. He had also been pulled from missions until further notice. He wanted his dick back now, thank you very much.
He and Aya had fucked a few more times, more leisurely and exploratory than that frantic first time in the mission room. It took the edge off of his attitude, but it left him feeling confused. What the hell was he now? Was there even a name for it? When a simple pricked finger from a rose thorn made him begin to cry, he stomped out of the Koneko and into his apartment, absolutely mortified. He heard knocking on his door and Omi's worried voice asking if he was okay, but Yohji ignored him, crawling into bed and pulling his pillow over his face.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
He dreamed that night that there was an alien inside his body like in that old American horror film, struggling to get out. When it burst through his chest, he woke, covered in sweat and shaking, a shout on his lips that he muffled with his hand as the clock on his bedside table struck 3:00 am. Fuck.
He padded to the bathroom, feeling his underwear digging uncomfortably into his crotch and needing desperately to empty his bladder. When he began to pull them down, he froze. His shouts woke the entire house.
***
"I don't know what's worse," Ken complained, "seeing you touch your own breasts, or watching you keep feeling your dick."
"Just making sure it's still there." Yohji winked at Ken over the top of his sunglasses. His body had changed overnight, and it was almost back to normal now. He was still a little softer, and his chest wasn't completely flat yet, but it was enough. Certainly enough to go out and get some tail. He'd feel normal again once he was between a woman's thighs after being on the receiving end for so long.
"Don't wait up," Yohji called out, jangling the keys to the Seven in his hand.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
***
Yohji's body began rejecting food. It went on for a week before Omi managed to convince Yohji that it wasn't just the flu. Worried about the possible side effects from his recent changes, Kritiker set him up with an appointment with one of their doctors, who ran a complete set of tests. The doctor frowned over the results and then ran the tests all over again.
When Yohji heard the news, he passed out cold.
Later, when he woke, Aya was sitting in the chair beside the hospital bed, holding Yohji's hand. "I hope you know that it's yours," Yohji glared. "Prick," he added for good measure.
Aya reached out his hand, brushing Yohji's bangs away from his eyes. The sweetness of the gesture made Yohji eyes water, and he turned away, embarrassed. "I'm here for you, for whatever you need," Aya said softly. "I'm in this with you all the way. You're not alone."
"You know I can't have it, right?" Yohji turned to face Aya, his voice cracking with emotion. "I mean, not only where would it come out of me, but fuck, Aya, look who the parents are."
Aya's face was pale, even more pale than Yohji had ever seen it before, but his voice was steady when he spoke. "If my sister doesn't wake up, Yohji, you're the only family that I have."
Yohji pulled his hand away. "Yeah, you say that now, but where have you been all this time we've known each other, huh, Aya? You get me knocked up in this freak-show life of ours, and now you want to be what? Best friends? A happily married couple? Yeah, right."
"I've always been here, Yohji," Aya said softly. "You just never looked at me before."
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
"Yeah, well, I'm not gay," Yohji said, turning away from Aya again to face the wall. The wall was nice. The wall didn't expect anything from him. The wall didn't say things that Yohji didn't want to hear. "I still don't understand why you slept with me," he muttered, mainly to himself.
"You were never a woman to me," Aya replied.
Yohji closed his eyes.
***
The doctors made up Yohji's mind for him by saying that they couldn't risk terminating the pregnancy when they didn't know how his body would react. It was frightening, knowing that no matter what happened, Yohji was going to be cut open. There were words like "second trimester," and "fully formed uterus," that Yohji didn't want to hear. There was also the possibility that his body would just change back to being completely normal, because nobody really knew for sure what going to happen next. Those words were ones that he did want to hear, and he held onto the hope that that would be the case, and every day when he woke up in the morning, he was disappointed.
"I'm not wearing women's maternity pants," he snapped. "I'm not a woman." He threw them back at Aya.
"They don't make them for men," Aya said, with all the patience of a saint. Yohji hated him. Really and truly hated him.
"Fine," Yohji snarled as he snatched the pants back. "Now get the fuck out. Don't you have someone you need to kill or something?"
"Let me know if you need anything." Aya ignored the pants that hit the wall beside him when he reached the door.
***
The morning sickness didn't go away. In fact, it wasn't just morning sickness; it was morning, noon, and night sickness. It was the pregnancy hormones conflicting with his male body, or so Yohji was told, but what the fuck did the doctors know anyway? He heaved until he thought he'd turn inside out, and then lay weakly in his bed, unable to move. Aya brought him tea and thin rice crackers, which Yohji was able to choke down from time to time, along with bowls of simple white rice. From there he graduated to miso soup, which Aya made, surprisingly, himself. It was good, Yohji had to admit.
"Are you okay?" Aya asked as Yohji rolled on his side facing the wall. "I mean, I know you're not, but are you?"
Yohji snorted. What was there to say? "I have a fucking alien baby squirming around inside of me, so just how okay can I possibly be?"
"Can you feel it move?" Aya asked.
"Yes, now can we talk about something else? I'm a person, you know, not a baby factory. I had a life before this, and a pretty good one." Yohji scowled at the wall as if blaming it for his predicament. When Aya didn't respond, Yohji rolled his eyes and sighed in resignation. "Do you want to feel it?" he asked.
"Can I?" Aya asked.
Yohji rolled over onto his back and took Aya's hand, placing it over his belly. "I just ate, so it's going to be moving around for a while." It took a minute, but then he felt it, a shifting inside his body. It felt fucking weird. "There. Did you feel it?" he asked. Aya didn't reply, but his wide eyes spoke volumes.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
"It might not even be there tomorrow, so don't get your hopes up," Yohji said, rolling back to face the wall.
Yohji felt the bed dip as Aya sat down next to him, then Aya's hand, rubbing reassuring circles on Yohji's back. "I'll still be here for you, either way," he said quietly, and Yohji could feel Aya's breath warm on the back of his neck. It shouldn't feel so good, but it did, and Yohji relaxed against Aya's touch, sighing contentedly. "Whatever. I'm not gay," he said. "It doesn't matter to me if you're here or not." He almost winced at the harshness in his tone, but either Aya didn't seem to notice, or he didn't care. His hand moved down Yohji's back, down to his waist, and then his hip. "Mmm... that feels good," Yohji purred.
Aya must have taken that as permission, for his hand then moved over Yohji's belly, then grazed over his erection. What the fuck? Yohji asked himself. When the hell did that happen? Aya stopped there, and this time he asked, "Can I touch you? Please?" His voice was low and husky, and Yohji flashed through several memories of being under Aya as Aya moved inside of him, Yohji so wet and so turned on that he had come more than once. It had been damned hot being a woman, and Aya was surprisingly good at sex.
"Okay," Yohji said, finally giving in. When Aya moved closer, his body flush up against Yohji's back, he could feel Aya's erection pressing into his ass. He felt a moment of panic until Aya touched him again under the waistband of his pajama pants with strong, sure fingers. He'd given up on wearing underwear when he couldn't find any that fit him comfortably, so it was all warm skin and sure strokes, with Aya's breath hot in his ear. His orgasm caught him by surprise as he groaned, his come slicking Aya's hand as Aya continued to milk Yohji for everything that he had. A minute later and he felt Aya stiffen against him, and a warm dampness against his ass.
"Yohji, I-"
"Shut up, Aya. Just shut up."
***
Yohji's appetite came back and so did his sex drive. With a vengeance.
"This doesn't change anything," Yohji said, rubbing up against Aya. "I'm still not gay, I just need to get off."
"It's nice to know I'm needed," Aya said drily. "You could always fuck me; that wouldn't change anything either."
Yohji's movements stilled as he took a minute to contemplate the offer. He'd fucked girls that way before, and it was good. Nice and tight and... "Yeah," Yohji agreed. "Yeah."
"You know what you're doing, right?" Aya asked sharply as Yohji began to tug Aya's pants down in a hurry. When Yohji had them off, along with Aya's briefs, he held up a bottle of lotion and grinned. "Who do you think you're dealing with? I know my way around."
It was good, Yohji decided as he slid into Aya. Really good. Exceptionally good. And if he just happened to lean down and kiss Aya while he was at it, it just made the experience that much better. Yohji enjoyed closeness during sex, and this was no exception. Aya made the most delicious sounds as Yohji fucked him, so that Yohji just had to get a taste of his mouth. And another. And another.
The sex was a bit weird at first with Yohji's belly between them, but when Aya came all over it from the friction, Yohji felt a personal satisfaction that he hadn't felt in quite some time. You had to work with what you had, he decided, and six months along, he was still a damn good lay.
Time is running out. Tick-tock tick-tock...
Yeah, he'd definitely do Aya again.
***
Yohji had felt so many different sensations in his belly that when the first pain came, he was unconcerned. When the third and fourth ones came, he knew something was wrong.
The doctor's mouth was a pale, thin line. "The baby is in distress. We have to go in now."
"It's only seven months," Yohji protested. "Will it live?"
"We'll do what we can," the doctor said, trying to be realistic, "but we just don't know. This is uncharted territory for us as well."
The last thing Yohji saw was Aya's face looking down at him, full of worry, and then nothing.
***
"Yohji... Yohji, can you hear me?"
The voice sounded so far away, and Yohji was so tired. He struggled against waking, but the voice was persistent.
"Yohji, wake up."
Fucking voice.
"Mmmf." Yohji's throat felt dry. So did his eyes when he managed to crack them open before closing them again, because the light was just too fucking bright.
"Here," the voice said, and Yohji felt a straw being put in front of his lips. He drank the cool water gratefully, then tried opening his eyes one more time.
"Welcome back," Aya said with a small smile.
Everything came rushing back to Yohji then, and he flailed, trying to sit up, but Aya's hands were firm, keeping him down. "Take it easy," he said. "You've been through a lot. Just relax."
"What happened?" Yohji croaked. The aftertaste of anesthesia was in the back of his throat, making him want to gag.
"The uterus just decided to disappear," Aya said softly. "It's gone now. There's nothing female left inside of you."
That should have been comforting, but Yohji was beginning to have a very bad feeling that something was still wrong. "Did it live?" he asked, and his voice sounded small and scared to his own ears.
"He's in intensive care," Aya said, giving Yohji's hand a squeeze. "We're going to have to wait and see."
"He?" Yohji asked. "It's a boy?" He closed his eyes at Aya's nod, feeling heavy and sleepy again. "Why are you here?" he asked. "Why aren't you with him?"
"Idiot. You still don't get it, do you?" he heard Aya say as he drifted off again.
***
Omi and Ken came to visit him in the hospital, bringing get well balloons, and contraband food from McDonald's, which Yohji wolfed down with enthusiasm. His room was filled with flowers from the Koneko, courtesy of Manx and Persia, but when a large potted orchid was delivered, Yohji regarded it with a frown. The card that accompanied it was unsigned, but Yohji didn't need a name to know who it was from. The note was simple and to the point.
Thank you for the data, little while mouse.
Yohji ordered the flowers out of his room.
***
The thing that had lived in Yohji's belly wasn't an alien at all: it was a tiny little boy. Yohji pressed his face to the observation window to get a better look, his breath steaming up the glass as most of his fears were put to rest, despite the ultrasound results he had been getting all along. "I want a paternity test," he said to the nurse, who nodded and rolled up Yohji's sleeve.
Later, when the results were in and he was back in his bed, Yohji sighed with relief. "I thought we could name him Ran, since you're not using it anymore."
Yohji smiled at the look on Aya's face and closed his eyes.
***
Yohji was determined to get his life back to normal as fast as possible.
"Yohji, we need to talk," Aya said, as he had several times since Yohji had returned back home. His stitches had come out and he was feeling more like himself than he had in several months. He couldn't wear a short shirt with his fresh scar, but he could fit back into his pants like nothing had ever happened. He brushed Aya off as he slipped into his jacket, feeling in the pocket for his keys. "Can't right now," he said with a wink. "I'm going out."
Aya's face was pale, and Yohji almost felt sorry for him. Almost. "You can't just ignore this," Aya said. "It's real. It happened."
"Don't you think I know that?" Yohji snapped. "This isn't about you, Aya, this is about me. What I want. I never asked for any of this," he said, gesturing wildly. "What am I supposed to do, assassinate dark beasts and then come home and change diapers? Get real, Aya, it just can't work that way."
"Fine," Aya replied, and his voice was like ice. "You keep thinking only of yourself. That's what you're best at."
Yohji slammed the door on his way out.
***
Getting back to his old life wasn't quite as Yohji had expected, he soon found out. The club music was too loud, and the girls just weren't as hot as they used to be. Sure, they were all right, and he still managed to get one of them to take him home with her, but for some reason he just couldn't get it up, even when he was between the girl's thighs and she was begging him for it.
"Sorry, baby," he said, lighting up a cigarette uncomfortably. "I guess I'm just not over my surgery yet."
"It's okay, Yohji, we can just hold each other." All feminine understanding, and yet, somehow it reminded him of Aya. In fact, he couldn't stop thinking about Aya. Yohji's stomach turned.
"I gotta go," he said, scrambling for his pants and hurrying out of her apartment, his shirt unbuttoned and his heart pounding in his chest. He took in several deep breaths of the cool night air as he tapped out a cigarette, his hand shaking too much to light it, so he slipped it behind his ear instead as he got behind the wheel of the Seven. He knew a quiet bar nearby where he could sit and have a drink and not have to think about what had gone wrong with his life.
***
Yohji was drunk when he got to the hospital, and that's how Aya found him, with Ran's tiny hand wrapped tightly around his finger.
"The nurse called me," Aya said gruffly. "She said you were drunk and less than pleasant."
"She wouldn't let me see him," Yohji protested. "He's mine, I should be able to see him if I want."
Aya sat next to Yohji and reached out his hand to brush his fingers lightly over Ran's cheek. Yohji scowled. "I hope you washed your hands."
"Shut the fuck up, Yohji," Aya said sharply. "I've come here every day to see him. You don't get to act like you're the doting parent."
Yohji opened his mouth to retort, then thinking better of it, closed it again. He was sobering up now, in more ways than one.
"What do you want?" Aya asked. "Why are you here?"
"I tried to get laid tonight," Yohji began, making himself look Aya in the eyes, to see the hurt that he knew he caused there. "It didn't work out. All I could think about was you. I think I want you, Aya."
Aya sighed. "Well, that's a start."
***
Giving in, Yohji decided, was delicious. He didn't have to analyze anything and wonder what it meant. Aya had him against the wall of his room, his mouth on Yohji's, all wet and warm, and it felt amazing. More than amazing, judging from the sounds Aya was making. Wait, no, that was himself. Well, okay, that was fine too; after all, Aya was hot. And fuck he felt good. "I want you to fuck me this time," he panted against Aya's neck as he reached for Aya's zipper.
It felt nothing like Yohji had imagined it would. Aya had been very attentive, and by the time he slid inside of Yohji, there was almost no pain. It just felt good. Why hadn't they done this before? Oh, right, because he had been a bastard, that's why. It didn't take long and he was coming so hard he thought he might pass out. Aya began to thrust harder, harder, and Yohji felt a deep satisfaction when Aya came moaning Yohji's name. They lay in a tangle of sweaty limbs, tongues tangling around each other, and Yohji's last words before he fell asleep were the last three words he ever expected to say to another person, much less Aya. But it was true.
***
The walls had fresh paint, and a new sign hung on the outside of the building.
Kudoh & Fujimiya, Private Investigations
There was a desk in the front where a receptionist would sit and two more in the room in the back. There was a crib against the far wall where Ran lay cooing at the fish mobile hanging overhead, waving his chubby little fists and drooling.
"He takes after you," Aya said with a smirk. Yohji could only agree.
THE END
[[Any similarities between this fic and
vom_marlowe's girl!yohji series is completely unintentional, and this is posted with her okay]]