Chapter 1
Aya didn’t stop trying to get free, even though he knew it was useless. Yohji had gotten the jump on him and he never had a chance. When the cuffs snapped around his wrists, he was beyond angry… but at himself. Why in the hells did he not see that coming? Aya had to admit he’d been distracted by seeing Yohji after such a long time. Now, what was he going to do? How could he get free? Aya decided he had nothing to lose so he tried the direct approach. “Let me go.”
Ryo struggled to keep the man beneath him under control. "Who the hell are you and why are you following me?"
Aya frowned and stopped struggling. That didn’t work. He forced himself to take a deep breath and respond in a calm voice, but it was just so hard when he was this close to Yohji after all this time. After a moment, he started to explain, "We used to work together before you lost your memory. If you’ll let me up, I promise I’ll explain and try to fill in the blanks as best I can."
"And how do I know you're telling me the truth?" Ryo didn't know what to make of the feeling that he somehow knew this man, that he wanted to trust him although his experience as a private detective screamed at him to use all caution.
"Give me a reason to trust you." Even though the man beneath him was no longer struggling, Ryo tightened his grip on the cuffed wrists.
"I understand that you don't remember me, but we really did know each other in the past. Wait... you have a tattoo on your shoulder that says ‘Sin’ and 'When You Gonna Learn'. Give me a chance to explain things... please."
Now, he was getting cryptic remarks from a man who claimed to be from his past. Ryo was suddenly hit with a mental image of this same form beneath him, but in a much different situation. Red hair fanned out against stark white sheets, his face a mask of unbridled passion as his body rocked in motion to Ryo's thrusts.
Startled, Ryo sat back and released his hold but made no move to remove the cuffs. "What the fuck was that?!" Ryo tugged at his hair, frustrated that he only got bits and pieces of his memory but no real answers.
Aya twisted to look at Yohji's face over his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?" As uncomfortable as Aya was, he was more concerned with what was happening with Yohji.
"I just..." Relying on instinct, which was the only thing he could do, Ryo pulled the keys to the handcuffs out of his pocket to release the restraints. "I'm going to trust you not to attack me once I get these off." He sighed, "I don't know why, but I get the feeling that we knew each other – very well." The cuffs came off and Ryo pushed himself onto his feet and moved a few steps away.
Aya stood, rubbing his wrists as he looked at Yohji. "Why don't we take this somewhere more private? We have a house over on—"
"I already know where it is," Ryo interrupted. Curious now, he desperately wanted to ask so many questions that this man could answer. This person should've felt more like a stranger yet there was something familiar at the same time. The contradictions chased each other around inside Ryo's head. Tugging on his hair again in frustration, Ryo asked, "What should I call you?"
"Aya." He answered, then had to suppress a smile when he thought about telling Chloe that Yohji had indeed tailed him back to the safe house without the blond’s knowledge. He knew it wasn't Ken who was followed; the brunet knew Yohji's style. “Shall we go?”
"Not to be insulting or anything but isn't 'Aya' a girl's name?" Ryo waited to follow Aya down the street.
Aya just turned and walked away. "I'll explain later," he said with an exasperated sigh.
Ryo frowned and continued to follow as they made their way toward the safe house. "Fine. You're going to be talking for a long time at this rate to explain everything, but I agree, we do need to go somewhere less public." Ryo kept a constant watch around them as they walked down the crowded street to reassure himself they weren’t being tailed.
When they arrived at the house, Aya led Yohji inside and invited him to take a seat. He then went into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water from the refrigerator. Aya returned to the living room and asked, "So, what do you actually remember?"
Ryo sat down on the couch and accepted the bottle of water. Turning it over in his hands, he looked up to study Aya's face, so familiar yet it wasn't. "I get the feeling we're both going to need something stronger than water before all of this is finished." Ryo set the bottle on the coffee table then got up and walked over to the stereo, “Do you mind?” Without waiting for permission, he turned the stereo on to cover their conversation. "Okay, I'm here. We're not in a place where we can be easily overheard and the music will cover anything else if someone's listening in. You promised to explain if I let you go, so start talking."
Aya studied Yohji recognizing the agitation made clear by the abrupt attitude, always an indication that the blond was upset. With a sigh, he started the tale. "Your real name is Kudoh Yohji. Several years ago we worked together. We were employed as elite assassins by an agency that took it upon itself to punish those who could not be touched by the law."
Aya spoke for the next two hours explaining how Yohji came to join Weiss as well as his own induction into the team. He went on to describe how they worked in a flower shop, the Koneko no Sumu Ie, during the day and took care of the 'dark beasts' at night. When Aya explained about Neu or Aya-chan, Yohji seemed lost in thought. The tale ended when he told Yohji about being forced to leave him behind at Yohji's own insistence. He purposely left out all references to what they had meant to each other and to what Yohji still meant to him.
Ryo listened to the incredible story and hoped it would bring more memories to the surface. The name Aya kept calling him seemed to fit better than 'Ryo', but it was unfamiliar in his own mind. "When you were struggling beneath me in the alley, I got a flashback of us... um... in bed." He didn't know how to continue and felt his cheeks flush at the vivid memory of them together.
Damn, of all the things that Aya thought Yohji mention next, he didn't think it would be that! What should he say? He decided to be honest... almost. "We were lovers, for several years before things began to take their toll and we parted. We weren't lovers at the time you got hurt."
Grabbing the water bottle from the coffee table, Ryo rolled it between his hands and stared at it as if it was an anchor of some kind. "Did we have feelings for each other or was it just something that was convenient at the time? For my part, with the little bit I remember, it seemed like it was something more but that could've just been from my point of view."
Damn. Damn. DAMN. Why did he have to zero in on that? Aya didn't know if he could answer Yohji and not give away the fact that he loved him as much today as he had before. The years without Yohji had been empty until Chloe coaxed his way into Aya’s personal life and bed. But even then, there was a part of him that would never be complete without Yohji. He got up from his chair and started to pace. How could he tell Yohji that they'd once loved each other as passionately as any two people ever could? He refused to reduce their time together to a fuckbuddy relationship. "Yes, we cared for each other. Deeply." The words 'and still do' hung in the air.
The lines on Aya's face smoothed out and he waivered in his explanation. The investigator in Ryo insisted that Aya was keeping something from him. "Was it something I did that forced the relationship to end?" Ryo watched as Aya paced back and forth. As Aya came closer, Ryo returned the bottle to the coffee table, seized Aya's hand and pulled him off balance. Aya landed in his lap. Seeming like a perfectly natural thing to do, Ryo placed his hand on the back of Aya's neck and tugged him closer. Their lips met, tentatively at first, then with more determination. Ryo's tongue teased at Aya's lips asking for permission to enter, to explore and connect.
Aya froze at the first touch of Yohji's lips on his. A tongue swiped across his lips and he melted. There was no other word for it. The years that separated them faded away and he was in the arms of the man he loved more than life itself. Aya opened his mouth and surrendered to the power of the kiss. After the initial shock wore off, Aya buried his hands in Yohji's hair and kissed him back. He'd missed this. He missed Yohji so much. As the kiss progressed, Aya became lightheaded. He no longer had any thoughts other than wanting to reclaim that which had been taken from him. Aya moved his hands to undo the buttons of Yohji's shirt. Finally, the last button came free and he could reach in to caress the familiar chest.
Words were getting them nowhere but this reaction couldn't be fabricated. He felt Aya arch into his touch, felt when Aya surrendered to him. A soft sound, suspiciously like a sob, escaped from Ryo as he continued to plunder Aya's hot and willing mouth. Their tongues waged a battle for dominance and surrender. Aya's fumbling fingers undid the buttons of his shirt as his own began to reciprocate. The buttons weren't cooperating and refused to unfasten. Ryo seized a handful of material and simply pulled the offending garment apart, too intent on getting more skin on skin contact to worry about a ruined piece of clothing. He ran his hand over Aya's chest, felt the numerous scars that were like his own. This felt so right.
Aya arched into the familiar hand on his body, yearning for more of Yohji's touch. He slipped the shirt down Yohji's shoulders until it wouldn’t go down anymore. He slid his own torn shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Aya broke the kiss off and pushed himself from Yohji’s lap so he could lie down on the sofa before reaching up to drag an unresisting Yohji on top of him. He quickly wrapped his legs around Yohji's thighs while grinding his erection against an answering hardness.
Ryo shrugged his arms out of his shirt and let it drop to the floor unheeded. Shifting his body to better align their cloth covered cocks, Ryo tentatively moved his hips to rub himself against Aya. A long, pale neck arched and Ryo bent his head to run his tongue over its smooth line, tasting the skin before he moved up to nibble on an earlobe. Ryo unfastened his pants and pushed them down as far as he could. He tried to undo Aya's pants as well but his fingers wouldn't cooperate because Aya's breathy moans were driving him to distraction.
*****
Chloé entered the safe house, glad to be back after the long morning he'd endured courtesy of Mamoru Takatori. "Aya, I'm home!" he called out as he removed his shoes. "Sorry I'm so late. Mamoru was decidedly displeased that Yohji tailed us. He really is quite a shit, isn't he? During the meeting, KR called and requested Ken's presence back in London immediately. We're to wrap things up here and follow within the next day or two." Chloé paused, glanced down at the row of shoes present in the foyer and frowned slightly. "Are these Ken's shoes? I dropped him off at the airport after the meeting and promised I would pack his belongings personally to make sure we brought everything back." Picking up the shoes in question, Chloé walked down the short hall and headed for the living room. "Aya? Hello? I don't remember Ken having shoes like this. They don't seem to be his style..." The sound of the shoes hitting the floor didn’t disturb the two men on the couch. "Oh. Dear me. I believe I'm interrupting... something."Ryo started when he heard a strange voice over the sound of the stereo. He turned his head to see who it was, heedless of his state of undress.
Aya heard a soft thud but was too lost in passion to bother to investigate. When Yohji pulled away from his ear, Aya turned his head to see what he was looking at. Aya's mind couldn't quite make sense of anything as he just stared at his other lover.
Chloé cleared his throat and let his gaze wander over both Aya and then Yohji. His eyes lingered on the curve of Yohji's exposed ass. "Well then, isn't this a lovely picture? Truly. Aya , darling, he's as well-built as you always said he was." Craning his neck, Chloé added, "But I can't yet tell if he's as well-hung as you said."
Ryo rested his forehead against Aya's collarbone, heaved a heavy sigh and overcame his embarrassment at being caught with his pants down. Literally. "Well, far be it for me to keep you in suspense." Ryo pushed himself off Aya and sat back on the couch allowing the stranger an unrestricted view of his large, erect cock. "Do I meet your expectations? And who the hell are you? Even though I've seen you before, I don't think we've been properly introduced."
Aya felt as if he was watching a tennis match. He looked from Chloé to Yohji and back again, witnessing his current lover's eyes widen at Yohji's display. Guess Chloé thought he'd exaggerated about Yohji's attributes as an attempt to keep Chloé's ego in check. Aya finally sat up and said, "Chloé as you know, this is Yohji. Yohji, I'd like you to meet Chloé. Or would you prefer to be called Ryo?"
"Yohji's fine. Ryo never did feel right anyway." In keeping with Chloé's style of speech, Yohji imitated the man, "Delighted, I'm sure."
"I'm charmed to make your acquaintance at last," Chloé replied back. "As for meeting my expectations, I may have to scrutinize that more carefully." He narrowed his eyes at Yohji, letting his gaze drop down to the exposed cock, studying it intently before rendering his verdict. "Ah yes, you do indeed. In fact, I believe that Aya has done you an injustice. You are certainly better equipped than I was led to believe."
Aya just sniffed at the comment and didn't deign to qualify it with a response.
Ryo was getting used to being called by his real name and was beginning to think of himself as 'Yohji'. He moved his hand to stroke his hard cock a time or two and looked over at Aya with a raised eyebrow. "Is he telling me that I was less than enough for you, Aya?" Yohji feigned a hurt look and pouted a little. This situation was utterly ridiculous. Here he was, exposed in front of virtually two strangers and yet he didn't feel embarrassed. Yohji wondered what kind of person he must've been in the past for this to feel so comfortable.
"If that's how you want to take the comment, the choice is up to you. Chloé is just jealous that he's not as, um, well-endowed in some respects as you are. If Chloé has been enough for me this last year, I assure you, you were always more than enough for me in the past. But you don't have to take my word for it." At that point, Aya got up from the sofa and made to leave the room, but his pants drooping down his hips made him pause to pull them back up and fasten them again.
"Oh no, Aya dear, you're not going anywhere." Stepping forward, Chloé wrapped a hand around Aya's arm, holding him in place. "Actually, Yohji, you were more than enough for Aya. If he hasn't mentioned how much he loved you yet, let me be the first to tell you that, not only did he love you to distraction, but he still loves you just as much now." Letting go of Aya's arm, Chloé smoothed a hand down the man's face, giving him a gentle smile. "However, the fact remains that I've caught you both with your pants down — or nearly so — and while I'm not a particularly possessive or jealous man, I don't like being left out. Not to mention that I think a challenge has been issued, has it not?" With that said, Chloé began to unbutton his own pants.
Aya could've carefully gutted Chloé at that moment and not had one moment’s remorse. Aya didn't know why he didn't kill the man when they first met. The damned idiot just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Aya hadn’t told Chloé his secrets for him to break his confidence like that. But considering it was the know-it-all blond, Aya shouldn’t be surprised. Chloé would just say it was done for the greater good, or some such nonsense.
Still lightly stroking himself, Yohji watched with rapt attention as Chloé began to unfasten his pants. Without removing his gaze from the show in front of him, Yohji directed a question at Aya. "Is that true, Aya? I think you forgot to mention a few things when we were talking earlier. Why didn't you want to tell me how you feel?" There were still so many questions that were left unanswered but he could wait. His body wasn't willing to be so patient.
Aya could hear the bit of hurt in Yohji’s voice when he asked those questions. Still, Yohji couldn't seem to tear his gaze from his Chloé's actions. He had to bite back a grin as Chloé finally got the fastenings of his pants undone before he took them off. Chloé didn't have anything to be ashamed of either. If he had to have two lovers, he at least had two who were extremely blessed by nature.
Yohji's mouth dropped along with Chloé's pants as an impressive erection was unveiled. Chloé was wider than Yohji but not quite as long. His mouth became suddenly dry as he waited for Aya to answer him.
Aya realized that he hadn’t answered Yohji yet so he tried to explain. "Yohji, I didn't know how to tell you how much I loved you when you didn't remember anything. Nor how to explain how deep the feelings were that I never thought to feel them ever again. Chloé's right. I never stopped loving you. I never will but I just don't know how you feel."
Chloé picked up his discarded pants and folded them, placing them over the arm of one of the room's recliners before removing the rest of his clothing. He glanced briefly at the other two, but refrained from commenting, leaving them to continue their much needed discussion.
With his eyes still on Chloé, Yohji had a hard time concentrating on Aya's statement. "I'm definitely attracted to you and I feel something but I'm not sure what that is – yet." Unsure if his comment would be taken the right way or not, Yohji nevertheless felt he had to be honest about his feelings. Another memory surfaced. This time, it was a voice saying, '...less talk, more fuck'. He repeated it out loud before he could stop himself and smiled. "That seems like a good suggestion. Who was it that said that, Aya?"
Aya cursed when he felt a blush creep up his neck to his face but felt compelled to answer truthfully. He grumbled quietly, "You always talked too much during sex." He continued, "So, now that you know how I feel, aren't you even more confused? Doesn't that make you want to get as far away from me as possible?"
Crossing the distance between him and Aya, Chloé once again caressed Aya's cheek before kneeling in front of him and undoing his pants. He tugged them off and helped Aya to step free, all the while looking up at his lover's face. "Of course he doesn't want to get away, Aya. Do you, Yohji?"
Staring at Chloé kneeling in front of Aya with Aya's cock in front of his face, Yohji nearly missed the question that was aimed his way. "Ah... at the moment, moving away is the farthest thing on my mind." With that, Yohji pulled his own pants completely off and now, fully naked, he walked over to the two men. One hand cupped Aya's cheek turning his head so Yohji could kiss him. With a quick swipe of his tongue against breathless lips, Yohji looked down at Chloé and smiled. "Are you just going to let that wave in front of your face or are you planning to put your mouth to use in a more productive manner?"
Aya shuddered at the thought of Chloé taking his cock in his mouth while Yohji once again kissed him passionately. Aya reached a hand to tangle in the hair of each of his lovers as he gave himself over to both of the men.
Chloé's fingers played over Aya's balls before they teased up along the length of his erection. "As lovely as Aya's cock is to look at, I much prefer to use my mouth. You may not remember, Yohji, but the taste of him is utterly delicious." To prove his words, Chloé suckled Aya's cock into his mouth, taking him deep without difficulty. The man was intent to prove his obvious skill.
Aya gasped and pulled back from Yohji's kiss as his cock was suddenly enveloped by Chloé’s talented mouth. A low moan escaped before he bit his lip against another. He just hated how smug Chloé got when he was able to elicit these little noises from him during sex. And now, with Yohji added to the mix, he didn’t know what type of teasing he’d receive between the two of them.
Aya willed himself not to thrust into Chloé’s mouth before he conceded, “Enough, I don’t want to come yet.” He was pleasantly surprised that Chloé listened to him until the man pulled back and gave him satisfied smirk that he longed to smack off his face.
Yohji frowned when he was unable to bring forth any memories of intimate times with Aya. Dropping to his knees, he came face to face with Chloé. "Let me see if the taste of his cock brings back any memories." Swiping his tongue up from the root to the tip of Aya's cock, Yohji slowly lapped at a small drop of precome leaking from the tip. Hearing Aya's low moan reassured Yohji that he hadn't lost his skill.
"Mmmm, you must let me taste too, Yohji." Chloé leaned forward, touching his mouth to Yohji's, letting his tongue dart forth to trace the contours of Yohji's lips. Finding no resistance, he slipped his tongue inside, tasting the tang of Aya's precome and the unique flavor that was Yohji.
Yohji sought to explore Chloé's mouth as one hand reached out to slowly stroke Chloé's hard cock while his other hand smoothed down Aya's back to tease at the crease of his ass.
Aya closed his eyes when Yohji licked his cock while he fought the urge to come. When he felt that he was no longer going to spurt over the faces of both his lovers, he opened his eyes. Aya groaned and almost lost the battle when he saw both men kissing. It took every last ounce of willpower not to embarrass himself when Yohji’s fingers started their teasing exploration of his ass.
“S-st-top. I’m going come and it's way too soon. I want you, Yohji. I don’t care how but this isn't enough for our first time together again.”
"Tsk, Aya, such wantonness," Chloé teased a moment before a soft moan fell from his lips, his body reacting to Yohji's clever touch. "I admit I can't argue the sentiments. Yohji, if you're agreeable with the idea, I suggest you fuck Aya while Aya fucks me. Then, we can all enjoy and poor Aya isn't made to wait."
Yohji glanced at Aya with a puzzled look on his face, his hand stilled on Chloé's cock. "Aya, have I ever done anything like this with two men before?"
Aya shook his head to try and clear the lust that had fogged his brain as he tried to follow what the other two were saying. He looked at Yohji and answered his question, "Not that you ever told me." Aya then turned to Chloé and said, "Since this is all your idea, how do you suggest we go about this?"
"Why do I have to direct this escapade?" Chloé wondered, slowly getting to his feet and standing. "It's not as if I have much experience either. Certainly, logistics need to be taken into account..." His words trailed off as his eyes skimmed the room, finally settling on the couch. "Hmm, the couch might work."
Yohji stood as well and shifted to stand behind Aya. Wrapping his arms around Aya's shoulders, Yohji softly rubbed his cock along the crease of Aya's ass. "Since this all seems new to me, I'll need one of you to take the lead. I'm... um... a little rusty at this. I think." Yohji stammered his confession with not a little bit of embarrassment at his lack of knowledge of what to do in this situation. He lowered his head against Aya's neck and mumbled in a soft voice, "For some reason, I can't remember what to do. I know it's not like being with a woman so can you give me a few pointers?"
Aya turned around in Yohji's arms and lifted his head up for a soft kiss before he pulled Chloé's arms around them both so Chloé was resting against his back. He whispered in Yohji's ear as he reassured him, "I don't think you'll have any trouble. Just follow our lead, Yohji. It wasn't just experience that made you a wonderful lover." Aya nuzzled Chloé's cheek before he asked, "Would you mind getting the lube from the bedroom?"
"Work, work, work. You're such a task master, Aya." Chloé met Aya's lips in a brief, but tender kiss before he extracted himself from the two gorgeous men. "I'll be right back, so don't get along too well without me," he teased before rushing to the bedroom.
Now that they had a few minutes alone, Yohji turned his gaze toward Aya; his eyes held a hint of uncertainty and amusement in equal parts. "Aya, it's been a while since I've done this – obviously. Be gentle with me?" Yohji couldn't hide the small smirk any longer. He bent his head to kiss the lovely man before him, running his hands down a sleek, well-muscled back until they fell on two firm globes of flesh and squeezed. "Hmmmm. Seems familiar. Wonder what else I'll remember once we get going?"
Aya purred in pleasure to feel those hands roam over his body once more and couldn't resist rubbing his cock against Yohji's. He smiled at the quick gasp from the blond before he commented, "Well, considering that I've never been with two men before and I'm positive neither has Chloé, you are in as unfamiliar waters as much as we are. Don't worry, whatever you don't remember, we'll be happy to remind you." With that, Aya initiated another kiss until he heard a throat clear.
"What did I say before I left?" Chloé chided, holding up the well-used tube in his hands and grinning broadly. "I have completed the required task. Shall we play, gentlemen?" Crossing the distance to the other two, he wrapped his arms around them both and took turns nuzzling each neck in turn. "You two are so incredibly gorgeous to watch together. However, parts of me want to do far more than merely watch." As if to prove his point, Chloé rubbed his hard cock against Aya's thigh.
Yohji's right arm moved to wrap around Chloé's waist while his hand settled on Chloé's ass and pulled him closer. "Playing sounds like a good idea," he said and leaned over to tease Chloé's bottom lip with his tongue before slipping it inside Chloé's mouth for a taste.
Aya enjoyed the sight of his two lovers kissing while he grabbed the tube from Chloé and opened it up. He squeezed a generous amount out and, as a little payback, didn't warm it before he circled Chloé's hole. He smiled at the start of surprise and then gently slipped a finger inside before he pulled back for more lube. Next, he pushed in two fingers to stretch his lover as he began a teasing rhythm.
Chloé moaned into Yohji's mouth, his body shuddering with pleasure as Aya prepared him. Precome gathered around the tip of his cock, spreading over Yohji's skin as they continued to kiss and rub against each other. The more Aya teased him, the more Chloé began to squirm and tremble, alternating between pushing back against those delicious fingers and thrusting forward against the heat of Yohji's skin.
Moving his hand lower, Yohji rubbed some of the lube from Aya's fingers onto his own and carefully inserted one finger into Chloé's ass. The tight heat he felt there almost overwhelmed him. Breaking away from their kiss, Yohji looked deep into Chloé's eyes, "Are you supposed to be this tight? Won't it hurt when you're penetrated, Chloé?" Yohji hated that he couldn't seem to remember little things, especially at a time like this, but he had to ask so he didn't inadvertently hurt one of his lovers.
Aya nuzzled Chloé's neck and waited for him to reply to Yohji's question. Just the thought of both his and Yohji's fingers inside Chloé at the same time caused a spike of lust to travel throughout his body.
The higher functions of Chloé's brain were starting to shut down as he lost himself in the erotic delights the two men were bestowing upon his body. A few moments passed before he realize Yohji had asked a question and even longer before he was able to reply. "Ah yes, that is one of the joys of fucking another man, Yohji. Imagine that tight heat wrapped around your cock. Trust me, as long as you and Aya continue to stretch me and as long as enough lube is used, there is no pain involved unless such pain is desired. Am I not right, Aya?"
The earnest look on Chloé's face convinced Yohji that what the man said was the truth. He'd have to trust that Chloé knew what he was talking about. Yohji brought up his left hand so Aya could place some lube onto the fingers. Once Aya squeezed a line of it out, Yohji automatically rubbed his thumb around and warmed it a little before he moved his hand down and spread it around the outside of Aya's tight pucker. Yohji pushed his fingers inside just a little and wondered how they would fit, since Aya seemed even tighter than Chloé. Aided by Chloé's movements, his finger continued to slowly move in and out of Chloé's ass.
“No, no pain. Nothing but pleasure." Aya would've said more to explain, but Yohji's instincts seemed to have taken over and Aya quietly moaned when Yohji pushed a finger completely into his body. With his fingers still buried inside Chloé, Aya leaned closer so that he could better angle his hand to reach the man’s prostate with a twist of his fingers. The shudder of pleasure that racked his lover’s body was the reaction he was looking for. "Just like that." Aya repeated the motion to bring Chloé to that point where he would insist Aya fuck him now.
"Aya, you are truly a terrible tease," Chloé groaned as Aya's fingers inside him stroked across his sweet spot again. "Gods man, you need to fuck me now. Someone needs to fuck me now. Yohji, you're welcome to have the honor, but somehow I thought you might enjoy fucking Aya for your first time with a man. That you remember."
"...what Chloé said. Someone needs to be fucking someone right about now." Yohji's two fingers were slowly and gently moving inside Aya's tight hole, carefully spreading the lube. Each sensation his fingers felt was so new yet familiar. Moving his fingers around the walls of Aya's passage, he noticed a small, lump that was firmer than the softness that enveloped his digits. He placed his fingertips on it and rubbed gently. Aya's body jerked in reaction.
"Aya, what I did just now – are you all right? Did that hurt?" Yohji was worried that he'd done something painful from the expression he saw on Aya's face.
Aya's knees went weak and he answered in a voice that shook, "...didn't hurt. Well, it felt so good it's almost painful. You brushed my prostate and it feels too incredible to describe. That's one of the reasons why anal sex feels so good. Just wait, Yohji, we'll show you soon. But first, it's time to let you fuck me, if we can make it over to the couch."
"And you fuck me, let's not forget that, Aya," Chloé said, a note of pleading in his voice. He wiggled on the fingers inside him and demanded, "Now, dammit. Now! Couch, floor, table...I don't care which, just NOW! Of course, that would mean we'd all have to disengage long enough to arrange ourselves."
Yohji smiled at Chloé's obvious impatience and slowly withdrew his finger from Chloé's hole. "Not a little anxious to speed this along, are we?" He deadpanned. Yohji also removed his fingers from Aya before he placed his wrists on Aya's hips to turn him around. "What in hells am I supposed to do with all this lube on my hands?" he grumbled.
"Get used to it, Yohji, and besides, you need to add some to your cock." Aya removed his fingers from Chloé before he squeezed more lube to thoroughly coat his own cock. "If you must, just wipe the excess lube off on my shirt since you ruined it already." Aya then moved to the side of the couch and raised an eyebrow at his two lovers as if asking what was taking them so long.
Chloé gave his cock a couple of strokes before joining Aya. He sat on the arm of the couch and pointed to one of the big cushions used for the couch's back. "Aya, love, put that behind me so I can prop myself up. Then you can have at my ass, I can wrap my legs around you and Yohji can fuck you from behind."
Yohji was mesmerized by Aya's ass as Aya helped position Chloé on the cushion. He bent down and retrieved Aya's discarded shirt giving his hands a cursory wipe before joining the two men. Taking the lube from Aya's hands, Yohji applied a blob of it onto his palm and quickly stroked his cock, spreading the slickness all the way down to the root. Hissing at the coolness of the gel, Yohji squeezed the base of his cock to keep from coming too soon. Aya was giving Chloé a heated look that contained enough sexual tension to spark a fire in the room. "Chloé, Aya never told me what a demanding lover you were. Are you always this impatient?" He couldn't resist teasing the man who so obviously wanted – no, needed to be fucked into next week.
Just the image of what Chloé verbalized was almost enough to send an orgasm crashing through Aya's body. With great effort, he got himself under control and sent his lover reclining on the couch a smoldering look. He hooked Chloé’s knees over his arms to expose the small target. Aya said, "You will learn that Chloé is always impatient when he's going to be bottom and usually much more demanding. He must be on his best behavior in order to impress you." With that, Aya leaned in just a bit and placed the head of his cock against Chloé's entrance. The teasing had continued too long, but he was going to take it slow so Yohji would see by example the best way to penetrate a male lover.
"And Aya is a bastard when he's doing the fucking, Yohji. You'll learn this soon enough. A smug, teasing bastard who is showing off for your benefit, no doubt," Chloé stated. He threw his head back against the cushion and gasped as Aya's cock teased his entrance before slowing penetrating. "So good, Aya, so good..."
Truly captivated by the sight before him, Yohji noticed how slowly Aya sank into Chloé's body, how Chloé seemed to stop breathing as Aya's cock disappeared inside him, how beads of sweat developed on Aya's face to trail down his neck in tiny droplets with the effort of keeping his pace excruciatingly slow...
They were beautiful together.
How could he have forgotten such a thing when he and Aya had shared this and so much more? His breath hitched as he continued to watch, almost feeling like an outsider.
Aya moaned softly when he was completely sheathed in his lover. He paused a moment before he thrust in and out several times, slow at first and then a number of thrusts that literally pounded into Chloé. Aya shuddered and forced himself to stop. While this felt so good, there was something missing, an important someone missing.
He turned to look at Yohji with all the love he'd ever felt for the man shining in his eyes and said, "Yohji, I need you to come back where you belong."
Chloé reached up with one hand and stroked his fingertips across Aya's chest, pausing to toy with one of his lover's sensitive nipples. He kept his gaze on Aya's turned face but, when he spoke, his words were for Aya and Yohji. "We both want you to come back where you belong, Yohji. That is, if you'll have us?"
Shaking off his melancholy mood that had overtaken him unaware, Yohji continued to stare at the two on the couch while his hand, still slick with lube, worked his flagging erection back to full hardness. He walked over to stand behind Aya. "How can I resist an invitation like that?" he asked. Rubbing the head of his cock against Aya's tight hole, Yohji positioned himself and, like the example Aya had set when he penetrated Chloé, began to push slowly. The feeling was incredible as his cockhead penetrated and pushed past the first ring of muscle. Hot. Slick. And oh, so very tight. He wondered if he wasn't hurting Aya despite the care he was taking to move at a snail's pace. Yohji felt Aya clamp down on his cock and something told him to wait until Aya relaxed again before moving once more. "Oh, gods. So tight. Aya, are you sure I'm not hurting you?"
Aya panted, "No! It doesn't hurt, don't stop, please... I need all of you inside me. Now." Aya knew he was babbling and it was all he could do to prevent himself from pushing back to take Yohji's cock completely, but he didn't want to startle Yohji. That and the fact that Chloé was playing with his nipples, he was positive it wasn't going to take long before he came. Aya counted to ten to keep from coming right that second. He wanted this to last a little bit longer.
"If you don't hurry up and start fucking, I'm going to die down here," Chloé whined, giving Aya's nipple a tweak out of frustrated spitefulness. "Trust me, Yohji, he's loving every second of your cock inside his ass and if you don't get around to moving anytime soon, you'll be the one who's hurting."
Snaking his hand around, Yohji formed a ring with his forefinger and thumb around the base of Aya's cock and squeezed, creating a make-shift cockring with his fingers to keep Aya from coming. He then pulled halfway out before sliding back inside the tight sheath, testing to see if it was okay to move faster. Aya remained relaxed so Yohji repeated the motion until just the head of his cock was still inside of Aya and then slammed home. He set a frantic pace, gritting his teeth to keep from coming as he felt each thrust force Aya's hips into Chloé.
"Your threats are sexy as hell, Chloé. I feel like I'm fucking you through Aya... "
Aya wanted to smack Chloé when he tweaked his nipple and to kiss Yohji breathless when he instinctively prevented him from coming. Not able to do either, he moaned helplessly while Yohji fucked him into Chloé, his breath forced out of him with each forward thrust. Aya bent down to kiss Chloé before he leaned back and twisted so he could reach Yohji's lips. He wished he didn't have to breathe, but was forced to end the kiss long before he wanted.
Chloé moaned loudly when Aya's lips left his. Finally wrapping his own hand around his neglected erection, he slowly began stroking himself. "Ah... yes... fuck me through Aya, Yohji... it feels so damn good. So close now, so close..."
"Not yet, Chloé. Wait." Yohji accentuated each word with another powerful thrust into Aya. Hips pistoning, Yohji tightened his hold on Aya's cock while his hand was battered against Chloé's ass. "We'll come together." Panting, trying desperately to catch his breath and to control his own urge to come, Yohji continued his assault on Aya's willing ass. "So good. Gods, this is incredible." Yohji threw his head back, squeezed his eyes tight as all the muscles in his thighs and ass clenched in a supreme effort to hold his impending orgasm back. Small whimpers escaped from him with his effort. "Nearly there. Chloé. Aya. Ready?"
"Yes, I need to come. Now! Let me come, Yohji... I can't wait any longer!" The feeling of Yohji inside him and his cock surrounded by Chloé was imprinted on Aya's brain. Even through the haze of lust, Aya knew his orgasm couldn't be held back any longer.
"Yes, now, please!" Chloé groaned in turn. His hand sped up on his cock, jerking faster and harder. He was desperate to come, desperate to have Aya fill him and to know Yohji was doing the same to Aya. "Now, dammit!"
"Ungh." Yohji grunted, his hips slapping Aya's ass. "Now. Come for me now." As he pulled back, he released Aya's cock and seized Aya's hips, setting a final punishing pace toward their completion.
The sounds that filled the room, of hips slapping into hips along with moans, groans and cries of passion, never consciously registered on Aya but all combined together to take him to a level of existence that was purely sensory. With Yohji pounding into him, which in turn forced his cock deeper into Chloé, Aya could only ride the onslaught and enjoy the indescribable pulse of pleasure that spiked with each thrust. He wanted this to go on forever, needed it to go on forever, but then his orgasm ripped through him. Aya yelled his fulfillment in unintelligible words as the muscles surrounding Yohji's cock clenched tight and his own cock spurted deep within Chloé. With great effort, he forced his body not to collapse forward with the sudden lack of strength and waited for his two lovers to follow.
With his head thrown back against the cushion, Chloé cried out as he reached his climax. A stream of come struck his chin before the rest jetted out across his chest and stomach, finally pooling low on his belly. Gasping breathlessly, he tried to get his breathing under control.
Yohji couldn't hold back any longer. The tightness increased until it was almost painful in its exquisite, sweet torture. His mouth opened on a low groan as he finally, finally let go. His own orgasm echoed after his two lovers' within mere seconds. Yohji's cock swelled inside Aya's ass and twitched with each spurt. His body shook with the force of his release and he realized he was well on his way to hyperventilating as he fought to control his breathing. Resting his head on Aya's shoulder, Yohji ran his hand over Chloé's thigh tenderly. "Even if I don't remember my past, I doubt I've ever come that hard before."
Aya had to clear his sore throat twice before he was able to respond to Yohji, "That would apply to me, too. I've never felt anything like that before." He released Chloé's legs and shifted a bit so he could rest against the back of the couch for support. Unfortunately, the movement caused his cock to slip from Chloé while Yohji's slipped from inside him.
"As I, too, know I've never experienced anything quite like that in my lifetime," Chloé added. "I also know that I'm a mess." He hissed softly when Aya's cock slipped from his body and pouted at his lover. Correction – his lovers. "That was utterly incredible and I adore you both. Nothing will ever compare, unless we repeat this activity on a regular basis."
With his own hiss of regret, Yohji's softening cock slipped out of Aya when he moved. Running shaky fingers through his hair to push it away from his sweaty face and neck, Yohji stretched, feeling the vertebrae in his back pop a couple of times. "If Aya's agreeable, I'm all for that plan, Chloé. Now that we've started... whatever this is, there are several different positions and combinations I'd like to try." Yohji smirked at the two men and scratched at his crotch to try to ease the itching the drying lube caused. "Gods, with all of the modern technology and medical breakthroughs, you'd think they could invent a lube that didn't dry out so damn fast."
If Aya wasn't thinking about Yohji remaining in his life, he might have smiled at his antics. He straightened up and frowned when he considered what his next words were going to be as he looked into Yohji’s eyes. "All kidding aside, Yohji, would you consider returning to London with us? I'm not asking you to give an immediate answer but we have to return tomorrow. Could you meet us for an early dinner in a couple of hours after you've had a chance to think things through without any pressure?" His voice was almost a whisper, "Do you think you might consider the idea?"
Chloé carefully sat up and reached over to give Aya's hand a quick squeeze. "I happen to think that's a wonderful idea, Aya, love. But if you two will excuse me, I think I'll go find us a warm, wet cloth to clean up with." Not waiting for a respond, he made his way to the bathroom, leaving the pair alone to talk.
*****Yohji blinked at Aya. He was shocked by the news that they were leaving. Tomorrow.
"So, you knew you were leaving all this time? You were going to let me fuck you and, if I decided not to go to London, you would just leave?" Yohji couldn't think rationally. Aya had just come into his life; they were beginning to form a new bond and now this. "I..." He swallowed a couple times to clear the lump in his throat. "I'll have to think about this. At least there's time enough for that, right?" He looked at Aya with hurt in his eyes. "Would you really leave if I decided not to join you, Aya?" he asked in a low whisper. The warm afterglow from their lovemaking had disappeared in the wake of this new development.
Aya leaned against the wall next to the couch with his arms crossed in front of him. He forced himself to drain all emotion from his face to hide behind the facade he'd worn as Kritiker's Aya for so long. He refused to acknowledge the tightness in his chest and throat as Yohji's words slashed at him and tore his heart apart. "I never intended for this to happen. I'm sorry if you think I misled you. You were no less caught up in the moment than I was, but you're correct, I should have told you before we had sex. My apologies for this oversight, I never meant..." Aya bit his lip and looked away. When he got himself under control once more he continued, "I have responsibilities and obligations that necessitate my return to London. I can't ignore those commitments. I'm sorry if that hurts you, Yohji. If you think it's best to part ways now, I'll understand."
"So, you're willing to walk away from me just like that? Dammit, Aya, you just told me you loved me, you cold-hearted bastard. You can say something like that and then it's 'oh, by the way, I've gotta leave tomorrow, are you coming with or not?'" Yohji knew he was hurting Aya with his words but he was hurting too and lashing out blindly. He bent down to grab his clothes that were strewn across the floor and began tugging his shirt on. In his anger, he pulled on the material too hard and heard the sleeve rip. "Fuck! Can everything just get any better?" Yohji eyed the offending sleeve that had come away from the rest of the shirt. He quickly ripped the other sleeve off to make it a match and used these to clean himself off before pulling his pants on. "How can you just stand there, Aya? Don't you have anything else to say?" His voice broke, he was hurting too much to care.
"Stop this nonsense at once!" Chloé demanded as he quickly returned to the room, wet cloth in hand. "Yohji, this situation was not preplanned as Aya explained. And while yes, we do have commitments that require us to return home, I daresay we can postpone our departure until we can get this sorted out." Tossing the cloth onto the couch, he went to Aya and gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "The pair of you are acting like fools and I refuse to let a spat ruin fantastically stunning sex. Now, I want both of you to sit down and behave like civilized, rational adults so we can discuss this."
Aya shrugged Chloé's hand off his shoulder before he said, "Stay out of this, Chloé. If Yohji thinks that badly of me, there's no sense in discussing this any further." Aya started to leave the room.
Yohji began pacing. In his frustration, he alternated between tugging on his hair and running his hands over his face as he tried to come to terms with what he'd just heard. "Aya, wait. It's your house. I'll leave. I need some time to get my head together before I say anything more I'll regret later on. Just..." He turned pleading eyes to Chloé, begging him to understand since he somehow instinctively knew Aya would retreat behind a wall of silence. "...you said earlier that I should take a couple of hours to think about things. Let me use them and I'll come back here with an answer." Or with even more questions, he thought.
Chloé frowned at Aya but wisely said nothing. Instead, he turned to Yohji and nodded. "Very well, Yohji. I hope that you will consider the nature of the offer and not the manner in which it was presented." He gave Yohji a wan smile. "Remember, all the sentiments expressed during the moment we just shared were genuine."
Aya stopped and turned around when Yohji spoke but he knew there would be no immediate resolution. The frown he gave Chloé for not listening to him should've had the man trembling in fear but Aya realized a long time ago, the man was too arrogant to know when he was in danger of losing his life. "It's up to you, Yohji. We'll be here the rest of the day. If you don't return, that will be answer enough." With that, Aya turned away and left the room.
Still staring after Aya, who provoked such strong emotions in him, Yohji said, "Yeah, Chloé. I'll keep that in mind. I just need to be alone for a while to think about everything." Changing the subject, he looked at Chloé and asked, "Is he always like this? Running away from a fight when it doesn't go his way? Somehow, I didn't think that was his style."
Chloé's gaze followed Aya's retreat and he sighed. "No, he's not always like this but he's lived without you for a long time now. He never thought to have you back. Aya never allowed himself to consider the prospect." He turned his attention back to Yohji, expression serious and a touch sad. "He loves you so very much. He acted without thinking, something Aya does not often do. He had to show you how much he needed you. You must understand, he's not good with words. And when he seems to be nothing more than a 'cold bastard', it's only a means of protecting himself. The fact is, Yohji, if you walk out of his life, I doubt the man will recover. But, as you said, you must think about it. I just hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive him."
Blinking to clear his eyes, Yohji swiped at his face with a shaking hand that came away suspiciously wet. He looked down at his hand as if it belonged to someone else. "All the time I was with Asuka, there was something I was searching for but didn't know what it was. I felt complete for the first time when I kissed Aya just a little while ago and thought I'd found it. Now, I'm more confused than ever." A small ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth but didn't reach his eyes when he looked up once again. "I'm not looking for pity if that's what you're thinking. My amnesia and everything that comes with it has become a part of me, no matter how much I hate it. Small memories come out of nowhere from time to time and knock me off my feet. I've gotten used to that, too." He turned his gaze to the ceiling as his eyes filled again. "That's what it felt like when Aya said he was leaving tomorrow. I don't know what to do..."
"Yohji..." Chloé took a step closer to him, then finally seemed to notice his state of undress. "You realize that trying to have this type of conversation when I'm stark naked and you're dressed has me at a bit of a disadvantage. Will you excuse me for a moment while I fetch my robe? Then perhaps you'll let me make a cup of tea for you and we can sit and talk. Or I can even offer you a beer if you'd prefer."
Surprised at the abrupt change in topic and the absurd picture it presented, Yohji began to laugh. He shook his head in disbelief and, this time, his smile was genuine. "Go get a robe, Chloé. Gods, I'm a mess if I didn't even realize there was a gorgeous naked man standing before me. If you've got something stronger than beer, you'll have my eternal gratitude."
"There are at least two full bottles of sake in the refrigerator," Chloé replied. "Help yourself. I'll only be a moment."
"Thanks, man. Really." As Chloé left the room, Yohji made his way into the kitchen to get the offered liquor and two glasses. He returned to the living room and set the glasses on the coffee table while he opened the bottle. About to pour the sake, he stared at the glass, changed his mind and drank straight from the bottle. The sake burned going down and left him gasping a little. But it had the desired effect. He could feel the alcohol coursing through his body, warming him. Yohji sat heavily on the couch and waited for Chloé to return.
True to his word, Chloé returned to the room after only a few minutes. He wore a simple, yet stylish robe of black silk and he'd obviously taken the time to tidy his appearance. "Does it meet with your approval?" he asked, nodding toward the bottle. He sat down beside Yohji and watched as he took another drink straight from the bottle and then held it out for Chloé. Following Yohji's example, Chloé took the bottle and drank directly from it. Setting the bottle back on the table, Chloé said, "I don't know about you, but I was in desperate need of that. In fact, if I didn't know how imprudent it would be, I would toss back the entire bottle and say 'to hell with it'."
"Thought about that, too, while I was waiting for you to come back. Somehow, getting drunk and doing some heavy thinking didn't seem to mix well though." Yohji lifted his arm and brought it to rest on the back of the couch behind Chloé. Unconsciously, he began playing with a strand of Chloé's hair. "How do you handle Aya when he gets like this? Or is this something that's specifically for me only?"
"Specifically for his lovers, I think, of which the sole sum is two and they both happen to be sitting right here," Chloé answered. He gave Yohji a tired smile as he gently brushed his fingertips over Yohji's thigh. "Sometimes, I simply let him brood. Others, I track him down and coax him forcefully out of his funk. Still, at other times – and these are rarer – I go to him and apologize. Right now, I don't think it's me he needs to talk to."
Rolling his eyes at himself, Yohji grabbed the bottle from the table and took another long drink before offering it to Chloé. "This is so stupid. How much more fucked up could I get? Here I am, feeling sorry for myself after having the best sex in my life and having the offer made to be with not one but two of the sexiest men I've ever seen, who also want me to go to London with them. There's nothing to keep me here in Tokyo. My old life is gone beyond salvage but I still can't decide what I should do..."
Chloé took the offered bottle and helped himself to a generous gulp of the rice wine. Smiling, he handed the bottle back. "Yohji, I admit that Aya's timing left much to be desired but, as I said before, the offer was genuine. And if you aren't able to come to London now, then it means the three of us will be spending a lot of time on the phone together between visits." The fingers casually stroking Yohji's thigh lifted up to caress his cheek instead. "But, as you said, you don't have anything keeping you here. You could easily set up your business in London and we can offer you a place to live with excellent company. Not to mention the most incredible sex that you'd dared to dream about. It's quite the win-win situation, don't you think?" Chloé leaned closer to Yohji, cupping his cheek and holding his gaze. "Of course, I'm assuming that you have feelings for both Aya and me, or at least for Aya. Am I wrong in that assumption?"
“And how do you feel about all this, Chloé? I mean, it seems like you and Aya are already in a relationship and here I come, barging in. You don't even know me, for crying out loud. Why are you being so kind and generous about sharing Aya? If I was in your shoes, I highly doubt that I'd be so accepting. As a matter of fact, I'd probably be a real bastard about it. What's in it for you, gorgeous?" Yohji's hand moved to cover the hand cradling his cheek.
"Aya. And now you. I happen to know for a fact, despite what Aya might say about it later, that if I forced him to choose between the two of us, I would lose," he said quietly. "I adore Aya. When I was first introduced to the prickly man, I had my doubts about the decision to put him on the team. We clashed, because frankly, we're quite a bit alike. Then, slowly, I got to know who he truly was. It was a privilege, I assure you. We became good friends and eventually lovers. Aya gave his heart to me and I gave mine in return. I'd be a blithering idiot if I threw such a gift away. If he's willing to have us both, then I consider myself blessed. Not to mention, I'm deeply attracted to you, Yohji."
Yohji looked at the bottle in his hand then lifted his gaze to Chloé's eyes. "Level with me. Do you want me to bow out? There's something there between Aya and me and I'm very attracted to you, too. Who wouldn't be? But, whatever I felt for Aya before... I don't remember and don't know if what I'm experiencing now is the same." His voice dropped so it was barely audible. "I don't want to hurt Aya any more than I already have, but what if I can't be the man he wants me to be? Wouldn't it be better to walk out of his life now rather than put him through it all again? You could have him all to yourself without having to share. I know I couldn't be as generous as you've been despite your reasons." His hand dropped away from Chloé's and fisted in his lap, so tight he nearly drew blood. What was this burning ache in his chest when he thought about never seeing Aya again? Strangely enough, he felt a similar pain but not quite so strong when he thought of Chloé leaving as well.
Chloé dropped his hand away from Yohji's face. "Whenever Aya spoke of you, Yohji, he failed to mention you could be an idiot at times. Pity that." He sighed, shook his head and reached for Yohji's empty hand. "Yes, I would have Aya all to myself as you said. I would also have a man who was only half there. If you left now, it's highly likely that he would leave me in turn. You see, he would probably believe that he deserved to be alone and unloved. This isn't about me, Yohji. It's about Aya and it's about you. I'm not losing anything here. If you join us, I'm gaining a friend, a lover, perhaps something more. Only time will tell. As for what you're experiencing now? For gods' sake man, how could it be the same? You're not that same man anymore. Aya has changed, too. Think more about the present than the past."
Yohji stared hard at the gentle hand on his then turned to glare at Chloé. "Great. So now I'm not only an idiot but will also be responsible for breaking you two up if I don't come along and play nice." Just as suddenly, his anger left him. "Aya doesn't know me anymore, dammit. He's still expecting me to be the man I used to be. How can we build a new relationship from that? While everything would be new when it comes to you, I'm..." Yohji trailed off, unable to continue. He sighed and went to take another long pull from the bottle only to find it empty.
"Guess this bottle is a lot like me. Empty. Fuck. Don't I sound just oh, so pathetic?" It was easy to see what drew Aya to this man sitting next to him. Chloé was extremely perceptive, patient to a fault at times and he was also very easy on the eyes. In a lightning change of mood, Yohji cocked a lopsided grin at Chloé. "Think you can put up with me for awhile longer? You're right. I should move forward instead of looking back. It's a short view anyway, so there's no point in staring. How long do you think I'll need to grovel before Aya forgives me?"
Chloé did nothing to hide his evident relief. "For a moment there I thought I was going to have to hit you on the head with that bottle. Although I'm pleased at the sudden change of heart, I'm puzzled by it as well. Yohji, I may be right, but at the same time you expressed some reasonable and not so reasonable doubts. Before we go any further, I want to know what you're really thinking."
Yohji flopped back on the couch, his knee touching Chloé's. Looking at the ceiling, he said, "Ticking off all the points one by one, I don't have many memories of who I was before. What few I have seem to be strongly associated with Aya. There's also this tightness in my chest whenever I think of never seeing him again. My marriage is long dead and there's nothing of value keeping me in Japan. Looking at the positives, there's Aya, Aya and a stubborn bastard called, Aya in my immediate future. The piece de resistance is this other gorgeous blond I'm dying to nail... not to mention several different positions I'm anxious to try."
"I can't fault your logic but I can question it. Regardless, I've said what I have to say on the matter. Save one more thing. You mentioned during your brief pity party, that if you left, you would be responsible for breaking up the relationship between Aya and me. I want to be clear about this... If you walked out on Aya without talking to him then, yes, you would harm him greatly and thus harm our relationship. This is the power you hold in you hands. Now, if you could see your way clear to listening to my advice, I would suggest that you seek Aya out. Knowing my beloved, he would've taken a shower by now and is most likely sitting in his room, mentally berating himself. Why don't you go and have a nice, long chat with him? I'll make myself scarce by getting dressed then going out to buy us the ingredients for a home cooked meal. I'm rather a good cook, actually. Does that seem acceptable to you?"
Sitting up on the couch, Yohji ran a hand through sweat dried hair. "How about giving me that time we talked about before so I can go home, shower and change? You go talk to Aya for a bit and I'll be back within the hour to grovel at his feet to beg his forgiveness. I still need to get a few things straight in my head before we talk." He cringed at the hurtful things he'd said to Aya earlier and needed to figure out how to keep it from happening again.
"A compromise then," replied Chloé. "At least tell Aya's closed door that you will in fact be back within an hour to talk to him. So he hears from your lips that you do plan to return."
"Deal." Yohji got up to leave but stopped at the hall and looked back at Chloé with a sheepish grin on his face. "Uh... which would be Aya's door?"
Chloé held back the chuckle trying to escape. "Down the hall, second door on the left."
Smiling at Chloé, Yohji felt much better, "Thanks, Chloé, for everything but especially this talk. I'll be back in a bit." With that, Yohji went down the hallway and stood at the door. Now that he was here, he felt nervous about talking to Aya again. Hesitantly, he rapped his knuckles quietly on the wood. "Aya? It's me. I'm leaving now but I'll be back in about an hour. We'll talk and make our plans to leave when I get back, okay?" Hearing nothing from the room, Yohji muttered under his breath, "It's much easier to communicate if you say something back, dammit." He waited a few seconds longer, then quietly turned and left the safe house.