Aya sighed, he felt weak wanting to come to Yohji’s home. And even weaker that he had eagerly anticipated it all day. The pained face Yohji held during the burning of the Museum hurt Aya deeply and for the first time hated his position as an Angel of Death. A few people had managed to get out with only a few bruises from being pushed or hit. The Curator had died. Aya had taken him knowing that the man was Yohji’s friend. Aya was now standing at the foot of Yohji’s bed staring down at the sleeping man.

Yohji was already asleep when Aya had appeared in the living room and after a little searching Aya had found his bedroom. It was dark, but not so late that the man should be in bed. Aya frowned he knew he must be exhausted and grieving from this morning’s activities.

" I am not sleeping Aya," Yohji was speaking into his pillow so his voice was muffled a bit, "come here."

Aya walked over to the side of Yohji’s bed and waited until the man had turned over onto his back. The sheets shifted and Aya saw that he still wore his suit. Aya looked somewhat hurt.

" What? What’s that face?" Yohji propped up on his elbows.

Aya pointed, " You should change. Being in those clothes will only aid in the memory of this morning."

Yohji smiled, " Are you worried about me Aya? How sweet."

The angel cocked a brow and Yohji thought the action made Aya all the more handsome. Yohji sat up all the way still smiling then standing he faced Aya looking him in the eye, " Why is it that I can see you?"

Aya shrugged and in a whispered voice answered, " I don’t know..."

Yohji began to unbutton his coat, " You don’t like it? You regret meeting me?"

Aya shook his head, " No...you are...interesting."

Yohji’s coat fell to the floor and he started to work on the buttons of his dress shirt the two men still staring at one another. At least he had the mind to remove his tie before lying down. Yohji was halfway through when his hands stopped and he asked, " Why did you come here?"

" You asked me to."

" You could have said no."

Aya looked away then, " I didn’t want to."

Yohji smiled, " Damn you’re sexy."

Aya met Yohji’s eyes again and felt the heat between them. He looked at Yohji’s smirking mouth and remembered their kiss. Aya stepped back, whispering, " What do you want from me?"

Yohji snaked his arm behind Aya’s neck and drawing him to himself whispered into his ear, "You know what I want..."

" I can’t..."

" Why?" Yohji was still whispering in his ear, but in between words was outlining the sensitive flesh with his tongue, " Because I’m a man?"

Aya closed his eyes, " Because you are human."

Yohji chuckled, " You are not stupid Aya. You knew what I wanted..." he slowly moved tilting his head so that his lips now rested on the angel’s, " you knew...and you still came."

Aya sighed as Yohji kissed him. It was brief, but passionate. Yohji side stepped Aya and made his way to the bathroom, " You can always leave," with that he closed the bathroom door.

~~~

When Yohji stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of navy silk pajamas, he was disheartened to see an empty room. Sighing he made his way over to his bed pulling back the covers he slid inside, grateful he had chosen a King size. He yawned and stretching he flipped on his stomach and his arm slammed into something warm and soft. He heard a low yelp and he sat up, " What the hell?"

" No, I do not work for him," Aya’s voice was soft as a hand went up and stroked the wing that Yohji had hit, " Be careful, these are fragile and sensitive."

" I am sorry..." Yohji touched the wing gingerly, " does it still hurt?"

Aya shifted away from the touch, " No..." his voice dropped lower in volume, " I said they were sensitive...don’t touch them so gently."

Yohji smiled slyly, " Are you serious?"

" Yes," it was a whisper.

Yohji ignored the warning and began to stroke the wing reverently. Aya was trembling and even though Yohji couldn’t see his face he knew he was bitting his lip trying to hold back a moan.

Yohji smiled, " Why did you stay?"

Aya’s moan finally was set free. The combination of the gentle caress and Yohji’s sensual voice was just too much. His voice was breathy, " You are correct in saying that I am not stupid. I knew what you wanted from the moment I met you. Why else would you have taken my gem?"

Yohji chuckled then rolling Aya onto his back, straddled him, " You are right, I found you beautiful from the start. None the less you could have sent another to get your ball back. You didn’t have to come here tonight. You didn’t have to stay," Yohji was working on the many buttons of Aya’s coat, " How did this happen? I never believed in love at first sight before..."

Aya’s brows rose, " You think you’ve fallen for me?"

" Yeah," Yohji could see Aya’s pale chest now, " I don’t think I could just fuck you then let you go."

Aya snorted at Yohji’s choice of words, " You do not have to say that for me to sleep with you. I was prepared for that ending anyway."

Yohji’s hands stilled and he leaned down hugging Aya and burying his face in his neck sighed, "You thought that and still stayed? Idiot. Why?"

" Because, regardless of the outcome..." Aya bit his lower lip and Yohji pulled away to look him in the eye, " I do believe in love at first sight..." the words trailed off and Yohji realized that Aya was someone who rarely showed vulnerability.

Yohji smiled and ran both hands down the length of Aya’s wings and was pleased to watch Aya arch slightly off the bed and gasp. Yohji continued to stroke the feathers until Aya’s face was flushed red and he was moaning freely. Then leaning forward Yohji kissed the panting mouth, his tongue tasting Aya’s sweetest. He shivered when he felt Aya’s hands tangle in his hair clenching around the locks and pulling him closer. Yohji moaned then began a slow rocking of his hips rubbing his heat against Aya’s.

" Shit Aya..." Yohji was panting now also, his words tumbling out, thick with desire, "...you’re this hard already?" his lips took the angel’s again, holding for what felt like an eternity, before they parted, " I want you. Let me have you."

Aya was looking up at Yohji though heavy lidded eyes, but he could see his own want and need reflected in Yohji’s emerald depths. Aya reached up and slipping a long fingered hand beneath Yohji’s shirt he touched the over heated flesh and when he felt the man tremble his own arousal reacted. Yohji felt the pulsating heat and pressed back, the friction of the silk against his sensitive flesh was maddening. He heard Aya moan and closed his eyes as the angel began to mimic the delicious rocking. Yohji’s eyes fluttered open and he took in the handsome face that was beneath him. Suddenly Aya’s eyes fully opened and the glow of the amethyst mingled with his passion took Yohji’s breath away. A light sheen of sweat looked sensual against Aya’s skin and Yohji ran a finger down the length of Aya’s visible chest. Yohji leaned down, his breath tickling Aya’s cheek, " Can I have you? Will you let me inside?"

Aya turned his head so he could watch Yohji’s reaction. Aya spoke, his voice was deep and it seemed to soothe Yohji’s entire being, " You may enter..." then Aya was turning his head and whispering commanded, " Take me."