" What did you say?!"

" Huh?"

" What the hell did you just say?!"

Yohji looked down at the woman on her knees in a daze. Why was she yelling? Why was she so angry? Damn...she’s even more beautiful when she’s angry.

-------------Four Hours Earlier-----------------

Yohji had dressed quite demure for his taste this evening. He didn’t feel like picking anyone up. He felt like drinking. He had walked to the bar instead of driving because it was a pleasant night. The kind that held a warmth behind the gentle cool breeze. He had pulled his hair back in a loose ponytail and he stuffed his hands deep into his tight faded jeans. He smirked, as he came up on the bar. He really didn’t like the music played there, but there was a remarkably diverse group of patrons that engaged at the bar. He knew he would find a someone to chat with, someone who could drink with the best of them.

The moment Yohji entered the bar he was overwhelmed by the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. He walked over to the long cherry oak bar and asked for a simple beer. The bartender frowned a bit, he looked like he wanted to make a mixed drink for the handsome blond. Yohji took the beer and nodded his thanks, leaning against the bar with his legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles. It was at this moment that he saw her.

She was walking up to the bar and the crowd seemed to part at her presence. She was tall and sleek, with beautiful hazel eyes that were set in a feminine face graced with high cheek bones and full, sensual lips. Her wavy raven hair cascaded down around her face and some tendrils rested on the swell of her tan breast that sat high within her silky navy tank top. She swayed when she walked her small waist and healthy hips twisting with practiced allure. She approached the bar area and ordered her drink, a beer, and turned her back to Yohji.

Yohji didn’t plan to pick up anyone tonight, but he’d be damned if he let this one go. He boldly snaked his hand beneath the woman’s hair, which flowed down to her tight ass, and placed his fingers gently on her waist. The woman turned her head to the side, her profile was glorious as well.

" My, don’t you got guts," her voice was husky and added to her beauty.

" I am not used to having women turn their backs to me," Yohji smirked tightening his grip.

She turned abruptly then, her hair caressing the length of Yohji’s body as she did so, " There is always a first time for everything." she smiled and Yohji’s mind swooned and he had the vague thought that this is what women must feel like when he’s laying on the charm.

She chuckled then continued, " However, I do like strong, aggressive men." She tilted her head back and studied him through narrowed eyes, " You intrigue me. Wanna sit and talk a while?"

Yohji smiled and nodded following her to the back to a far wall lined with tables. He wouldn’t have smiled so wide had he known she wasn’t being cute or coy. She really wanted to talk and did so for hours. It took all of Yohji’s charm to get her aroused and eager enough to leave the bar with him. They walked back to her place and had been engaged in various forms of foreplay, until her outburst.

" Yohji, what did you mean by that?" She had stood now her hazel eyes having gone dark in her anger.

Yohji cock his head....what the hell is her name.....Sara?Sally?Stacy? Yeah, that was it!

" Look Stacy," Yohji started.

" God!" The woman raised her arms and cried out in horror, " my name is Melaena. Are you such a man whore that all the names just jumble together? First you call me Aya and now Stacy!"

Yohji saw the slap coming and didn’t try to resist it. Damn Melaena...I was so off. Wait...Aya! Yohji’s eyes widen...surely I didn’t....

" Get out!!!!" Melaena started to push against Yohji’s lanky form, " GET OUT!!!"

Yohji raised his hands, " Alright, alright...I’m really sorry."

" Screw you! Just leave!"

Yohji picked up his shirt and tucking himself back into his pants, walked out of Melaena’s apartment.

Yohji walked back to the Kitten in the House slowly, still holding his rumpled shirt. Surely I didn’t call her Aya? When would I have done that? Yohji thought back and remembered the gorgous woman had been on her knees during her initial outburst. Yohji threw back his head in nervous laughter. Wow, I called out his name during orgasm. Yohji’s laughter stopped. What the FUCK!

Aya had been sitting at the table in the kitchen for fifteen minutes before he decided to address the shirtless man stumbling around in the darkness.

" What happened to your shirt?"

Yohji whirled around and gripped the sink, " Shit Aya! What are you sitting in the damn dark for?!"

" What happened to your shirt?"

Yohji sighed, " It’s in the living room, on the green couch."

" Hn."

" Don’t you judge me! You have no idea!" Yohji pointed at Aya accusingly.

Aya smirked in the darkness, " Bad lay?"

" What?! No, well yes...well," Yohji sat down and loudly thumped his head on the table, " You could say that."

Aya nodded, " Tea?"

" Huh," Yohji lifted his head, " Yeah, sure."

Aya stood silently and walked over to the tea maker, he poured Yohji’s mug and refilled his own. Walking back he placed the cups on the table before he spoke,

" Couldn’t preform?" There was a hint of amusement in Aya’s voice.

Yohji took the mug and arched a brow at Aya, " On the contrary, I was standing long and strong."

" Women like girth you know." Aya replied flatly.

Yohji snorted, " So they say. I haven’t had a complaint yet."

" That’s because they know they will never see you again."

" Aya, shut up."

Aya sipped his tea. He would never admit it aloud, but he rather enjoyed Yohji and his relationship. Somehow they had become friends, the exact turning point was unknown to Aya. All he knew was that when Ken and Omi were out of the room he and Yohji would conversate and at times he had even made Yohji laugh. There had even been times were Yohji would enter his room at night and they would talk for hours. Aya found that he was opening up more, telling things to Yohji that he hadn't told anyone in years. So comfortable was he that he had even told Yohji about his sister and his true name. Yohji respected Aya's desire to hold that aspect of his life secret and so he never spoke of it to anyone. Yohji felt that Aya seemed more in touch with his emotions now. There were even times when Aya would say something and he sounded like any other male Yohji would encounter at a bar. Yohji enjoyed this side of Aya, a side that Yohji knew deep in his heart was the real Aya. Likewise, Aya also Yohji's company and actually looked forward to their time together and found it odd that they hadn’t became friends sooner, considering how comfortable it was.

Aya looked up, " So, what happened?"

Yohji shrugged, " Like you said, a bad lay. A bad night, period."

" The night could not have been all that bad," Aya waited until Yohji gave him that ‘I’m waiting’ look before he continued, " Your breath smells like pussy."

Yohji frowned, " God, and people think I’m crude at times."

"Hn," Aya took another sip.

It was Aya and Yohji’s day to open the flower shop and even though Yohji didn’t tell Aya about his experience last night he felt good that he didn’t feel awkward around him. They had finished off the tea and had even changed the subject and talked some more. Yohji felt much better knowing that he didn’t feel a ‘stirring in the loins’ as he spoke to his friend and so he wrote off the whole incident as a slip of the tongue. He simply said Aya’s name because they were friends. That was all. Really.

Yohji took his usual seat at the register and idly stroked the back of a fat orange tabby cat, finding its purring quite comforting. The bells hit the door tingling the arrival of a guest. Yohji looked up a bright smile on his features. A smile that abruptly dropped.

" Damn small world," Melaena took off her large sunglasses.

" Hello Melaena," Yohji’s voice was unusually flat and it made Aya look up from his arrangement in momentary concern. Once seeing the woman Aya rolled his eyes, more than likely one of Yohji’s past lovers.

" Wow, you remembered my name!" She clamped her hands together in exaggerated joy, " You should get a cookie!"

Yohji smirked, " Is there something I can help you with? A bouquet or an arrangement perhaps?"

" I need an arrangement. My sister is having her birthday and I won’t be able to see her. I know she likes Birds of Paradise," She frowned cutely, " Will it be hard to make an arrangement out of those."

Yohji shrugged, " I suck at arrangements, go ask Aya," Yohji pointed to the silent red head before the realization of his words hit him.

Melaena saw Yohji wince, but ignored it, " Aya’s a man?"

Yohji frowned, " Melaena please...."

" You called out a man’s name during sex?" her voice was calm and she didn’t hide the fact that she was finding pleasure in calling him out.

Aya raised his brows, but said nothing. Yohji sat back on the seat and sighed loudly before he heard Aya speak.

" When will you need the arrangement by?"

Melaena pouted upset that she failed in ruffling the red head, " Forget it." She turned on her heels and rushed from the Koneko.

" Uhm...Aya..." Yohji didn’t know were to start.

Aya raised his hand, " Don’t even...that was awkward enough."

Yohji ignored him, " It really wasn’t like that...I mean I did say your name, but I didn’t feel it. I don’t lust after you or anything."

Aya had started back on the arrangement and refused to look up at Yohji. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, thank god Omi and Ken were not here.

Yohji kept babbling and Aya was doing a great job at ignoring him until Yohji said something that couldn’t help but crash through Aya’s barriers.

" You are not my type."

" Why?" Aya looked up then, his violet eyes glaring, " Because I’m a man or because of the way I look?"

" Huh?" Yohji rested his hand on his hip, " You don’t make sense sometimes. You are beautiful."

Aya blinked then dropped his head. Yohji ran his fingers through his hair then sighed, " Why? You want to be my type?"

" This is not about me."

" Whatever!" Yohji let out a little chuckle, " You are insulted."

Aya looked up again, " I am."

Now it was Yohji’s turn to be taken aback. He had to gather his thoughts before he dared to open his mouth, " Don’t be. I meant what I, you are beautiful. However, you do have an obstacle I would have to get around. No matter how striking you are I’m just not into sword fighting."

Aya grunted, " Have you tried it?"

Yohji eyes widened, " No..."

" Then don’t assume." Aya went back to his work.

" So," Yohji scratched the back of his head, " You have?"

Aya just looked up with a raised brow, " Does it matter? I’m not your type."

Yohji opened his mouth to speak then thought against it. He didn’t mean to hurt Aya. He really respected the man, but now he was just confused. Was Aya hurt because he had inadvertently insulted his sexual orientation or because he couldn’t openly admit his attraction? Yohji frowned, his attraction? He wasn’t attracted to Aya, he liked women. He liked breast and hips and sweet pink pussies. He didn’t like flat hard chest and no ass and he definitely didn’t like sweaty cock. For some reason, though his mind begged to differ and fought tooth and nail for him to reconsider. Yohji sighed, maybe he should.....his thoughts must have gotten those ideas from some where. Right? It was decided, Yohji would keep an open mind and try to find out why, all of a sudden, he was subconsciously thinking of Aya.