Yes, I'm aware the title sounds somewhat dirty. This isn't a dirty fic though, so sorry to disappoint. This is a sequel to the fic "Strangers." You could probably understand everything going on here even if you didn't read it, but then you'd be missing out on all the cute fluffiness I forced down my readers' throats the first time around. You don't want that, now do you?

WARNINGS: I do not own Weiss. (Surprising, ne?) This fic contains YAOI, meaning male/male relationships. It also contains strong language. I'll up the rating if anything changes that I don't know about yet.

"I'm just saying I warned you, right?" feeling sullen and disappointed, Yohji Kudoh turned his keys in the ignition. As he listened to the engine cutting itself off, he rested his elbows on the steering wheel and watched the crowd of people waiting to be seating mull around the restaurant's main entrance.

His partner remained the silent ball of ire he'd been all morning, but that didn't mean he failed to make his opinion known. Sometimes, for Aya Fujimiya, silence spoke a thousand words.

"So what if it was my idea?" Yohji demanded. Damn, but he didn't even feel like having breakfast anymore! "Just because I was a little slow getting ready doesn't mean I didn't want to go. Gods! How pathetic is your ego that you'd doubt me when I was the one to plan this?"

Aya's silence took on a colder, sharper edge – and Yohji suddenly felt as if he were being pelleted by a thousand tin shards of ice.

The blonde sighed, shivering a little despite his best efforts not to. No one waiting outside to be seated looked younger than eighty. He found himself wondering when he'd sunk so low that he'd try to take a date to a five o'clock – sorry, five-thirty now, because he'd had trouble waking up – breakfast. Hardly a hip or sexy choice, but he'd been desperate. He hadn't had a date with Aya in almost a month!

If he had known it would turn out like this though, would be have still bothered?

He chanced a glance at Aya. The slim man looked grumpy and disheveled, and Yohji realized it had probably been hard for him to drag himself out of bed, too. Krittiker had been running Weiss ragged lately.

Even grumpy and disheveled, though, Aya was still the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on. Would Yohji still have suggested the sunrise date if he had known they would just end up fighting before it even began? Yes. Would he still want to date Aya if he had known what an unrelenting pain in the ass the man could be? Hell yes. But mostly because he had known that ahead of time.

"Aya…you know I didn't mean that," Yohji sighed. Aya was far more important to him than a few hours of sleep, and he should have remembered that when the man tried to get him out of bed in the first place.

Yohji reached to take the smaller man's hand, but he might as well have been holding granite. Aya pulled away after only a few seconds.

"Do you want to go home?" Yohji asked.

Aya still refused to answer him, but he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car nevertheless. Yohji followed him into the restaurant where, with clipped and quiet tones, the man requested a table.

"Ah – the Fujimiya reservation?" the hostess asked, checking her book.

"Reservation?" Yohji echoed.

"We were expecting you half an hour ago; we had to give your table to one of our regulars…" the hostess gave a nervous laugh at Aya's look of annoyance. "Our staff isn't used to people reserving tables for breakfast," she explained. "They must have misunderstood something. I'll go see if there's anything I can do to get you seated as quickly as possible."

Reservations. Shit. Aya, in his own sweetly awkward way, had really been excited over Yohji's stupid sunrise date idea.

"I'm sorry," Yohji said sincerely.

Aya's eyes flicked to him, then away. "I just don't think you should have asked if it wasn't really what you wanted," he said.

"I wanted to spend time with you. That's what I wanted."

Aya's gaze rested on him a little longer this time. The man hesitated. "…sure?" he asked at last.

"Aya. Have you seen you?"

"Hn." Aya looked away again, though he did shift a little closer. Taking that as permission to touch him, Yohji wrapped both of his arms around his shoulders from behind and pulled him close so that the smaller man's back rested against his chest. While Aya didn't exactly relax in his embrace, he didn't fight it either.

"It's been so long since we could be alone together," Yohji murmured lowly. "Don't you like me anymore?"

"I'm debating that."

"Ouch. Cut right to the heart, don't you?" Their cuddling was earning some scandalized looks from the other restaurant patrons, yet Aya still had yet to pull away. Yohji spared a moment for a private, triumphant grin. It had been nearly a month since he'd had more than a few minutes at a time alone with Aya – it was good to know Weiss' sudden influx of missions had merely stalled their infant relationship, rather than set it back. The fact that Aya was letting him touch him at all, even though he was angry at him, was an even better sign.

The hostess returned after a few moments, looking hassled and stressed, and was initially so surprised at the sight of their embrace that it took her several tries before she managed to speak.

"Ah…we've got a table ready if you want to…"

Aya didn't need further prompting – didn't wait for further excuse to leave Yohji's arms. As he moved away, following the addled hostess, Yohji reached forward and snagged a finger in a back belt loop of Aya's jeans, keeping a hold on him as he followed. Aya turned his head to glance at him, but didn't demand he let him go.

"This is perfect, thanks," Yohji said quickly as the hostess stopped them at a semi-secluded table by the windows. Though shades were drawn over said windows, the bright morning sunlight still managed to squeeze its way through. Yohji was just ready to be rid of the hostess – not wanting to waste a second of his time with Aya.

"So?" he asked after they'd been left alone with their menus.

Aya, his eyes on the list of breakfast specials, didn't even look at him. "So what?" he asked, voice blank.

"So are you gonna decide to be nice to me, or what?"

Those breathtakingly beautiful eyes rolled upwards at last, fixing on him with their usual intensity. Yohji laughed at the expression on his boyfriend's pretty face.

"Is it just me, or are you extra grumpy today?"

"Let's consider he question," Aya sat back in his seat, glaring at Yohji. "I was the last one to get home last night, and I had to stay up to help Omi with the mission report because he had homework that couldn't be put off for another night. In total I got one hour of sleep before getting back up to get ready to go out with some bimbo who kept me waiting an extra half hour because he wanted to get some extra sleep. Yes, Yohji. Yes, I think I may be a tad bit 'grumpy' today."

Yohji considered it. "You think I'm a cute bimbo, though, right?"

"Yohji!"

The blonde smiled, and slid his foot against Aya's leg under the table. "I know you like me," he teased.

Aya kicked at him, but as he turned his attention back to the menu, there was no mistaking the miniscule smile that spread across his lips.

"We can always take a nap when we get home," Yohji suggested.

"You get handsy when we 'nap'," Aya dismissed the idea without even giving it the consideration Yohji thought it deserved. "Besides, I have orders coming out of my ears at the shop. I don't have time for a nap."

"Ken can cover for you."

Aya's snort told him exactly what he thought of that idea.

"Come on – don't be hard on me just because I'm trying to get you into bed! I promise to behave myself this time!"

"Yohji, last week you told me your room had a strict 'no pants' policy."

"A policy which you violated, may I remind you."

"Yohji!"

He had finally managed to coax a smile out of the redhead. Yohji sat back, satisfied with a job well done.

"I can't help it, Aya. Rules are rules, you know. When I say no pants, I mean no pants!"

Aya's eyes rolled up from his menu to glance at him once more, and Yohji's heart leapt at the soft, fond expression he saw there. He had never once seen Aya give that look to anyone else, and though it was hard to earn it, it was always, always, worth the trouble.

Yohji reached across the table and Aya let him take hold of hand.

"Come on," he coaxed, "As crazy=busy as we've been lately, don't you think it'd be more time-efficient if you'd just go ahead and succumb to my manly advances?"

Aya's lips twitched into a slight smile as he continued to watch him through the thick curtain of his lashes. "I don't think you'd appreciate it if I made it too easy on you," he stated.

Yohji blinked, caught completely off guard. "A…Aya Fujimiya! Are you flirting with me?"

That adorable, dare he even say 'naughty' expression vanished as if it had never been.

"No."

It was Yohji's turn to give a wicked smile, despite his boyfriend's denial.

It was hard to tell exactly how long he and the other man had been dating. Did those first, painfully awkward dates count? Had it begun with Aya's embarrassed admission of attraction? Or maybe the night they had both verbally committed themselves to a relationship? Two months, maybe, if one were feeling generous and decided to count the last month of non-stop missions, nerve-wracking close calls, and hour-upon-hour of work in the shop. As they were fighting to form a friendship alongside a romantic relationship, time had become a funny thing. Yohji didn't know, for instance, when Aya had begun to try to match his teasing, when the man had begun to feel comfortable enough to flirt with him, or allow him to hug him without hesitation. Yohji wasn't sure when he himself had stopped hesitating, stopped wondering whether or not it was all right to touch or kiss the man he was becoming so very fond of.

The only things he was sure of were that he was just as addicted to the man as ever, that he would never grow tired of learning Aya's odd little quirks, and that he never got nearly enough time with him.

Yohji gave his boyfriend's hand a squeeze. "How about a temporary reprieve, at least?" he suggested hopefully. "Maybe even some kind of third base action? Just, you know, for as long as everything's so crazy. As soon as things settle down and we can go more than two days without getting a new mission you can put me back on lock down – make me beg for each and every little kiss, just the way you like it. Unless…"

"Unless?" Aya repeated.

"Unless you're just scared that if you give me a fair chance you won't be able to resist becoming my panting, desperate love slave." Yohji waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Yes," Aya said flatly. "Yes, Yohji, that is exactly what I am afraid of."

"Seriously?"

"No."

"Mean!" Yohji whined playfully, leaning across the table. He held Aya's gaze as if those violet eyes held the very secrets of the universe within their dark depths. "How will you ever sooth my hurt feelings now?"

"I'm sure you have something in mind."

"Mmmm…."

"I'll be right there to take your orders!" a waitress, struggling with a tray covered with coffee cups and breakfast plates, called – ruining the moment with Yohji only inches away from Aya's lips.

Aya frowned at him, looking as if he suspected Yohji of trying to trick him. Yohji pulled on his hand, forcing him forward, and shamelessly stole that interrupted kiss.

"Nh…Yohji…"

"Oh!"

The waitress' loud gasp was the only waning they had. She had been passing by their table, still laden with her precarious burden, when the man at the table next to theirs suddenly pushed his chair back, hitting her and throwing her off balance. Her tray and all of its contents came spilling down – a good portion of the hot coffee splashing over Aya.

"I'm so sorry!" the waitress cried, grabbing up handfuls of napkins. Yohji's attempts to reassure her that they were fine were halfhearted at best - so frustrated was he over his bad luck this morning. Aya was just loosening up, damn it!

"Did you get burned, Aya?" he asked, noticing that the man had wrapped the napkin around one hand.

"I am so sorry!" the waitress said again. Her nametag read Judi, and she looked to be on the verge of tears. "Are you okay?"

"I've fine." Aya jerked his hand away as Yohji tried to check it.

"I think we have some ointment in the kitchen!"

Yohji barely noticed as she hurried away. He moved to the other side of the table and grabbed Aya's wrist. Though the man glared, he didn't try to pull away as Yohji took a look at his hand. The skin was red and angry, but not blistering. Though he had no doubt it was painful, it wasn't anything serious.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom and run some cold water over it?" Yohji asked.

"I told you," Aya's voice was tight, "I'm fine."

Yohji glanced at the table beside them, realizing belatedly that the man responsible for the accident had yet to offer an apology, despite the fact there was no way he could have missed the commotion.

"Yohji…" Aya had followed his gaze and guessed his train of thoughts. His voice was full of disapproval.

The bastard responsible was younger than most of the restaurant's patrons – maybe just a year or two older than Yohji himself – and he was sitting calmly reading a newspaper, completely unconcerned with the chaos he had caused.

Aya grabbed his arm. "Kudoh."

"Least he could do is apologize!" he said loudly enough for the man – and, in truth, half the restaurant – to overhear.

Aya squeezed his arm, digging nails into skin. "I don't need you playing vengeful boyfriend!" he hissed.

"But - !"

"No, Kudoh."

They were spared further argument as the waitress returned with a veritable army of coworkers armed with cleaning supplies and a first aid kit. The manager came over and promised to comp their meal, then offered to move them to a new table.

Yohji hung back a little as they were led away. He times himself carefully, waiting for the bastard who had caused the accident to raise his coffee cup to take a sip. Only then did Yohji move, purposefully bumping the back of his chair along the way so that the man spilled his coffee all over himself.

He glanced over his shoulder after he had passed, wanting to assess the damage. Satisfied by the large brown stain on the once-white t-shirt, he offered the clearly-outraged man a grin and a shrug and continued on his way.

"You couldn't even try to be mature, could you?" Aya demanded after they had been settled in their new seats and their orders had been taken.

"Saw me do that, huh?"

Aya rolled his eyes. "You're impossible."

"I know, I know. I might be impossible, though, but you have to admit I'm also irresistible. Even now all you can think about is picking up where we left off, am I right?"

"Not quite."

"Excuse me?" the bastard who had caused the accident had approached their new table, looking furious.

Yohji leaned back in his seat, grinning brazenly up at the angry jerk. He had an insulting, smart-assed comment ready on his lips, prepared to rip into the bastard for his rudeness…

And then Aya looked up, glaring, and both Yohji and the asshole found themselves frozen in place.

Yohji watched the surprise flash in the man's eyes. Aya was a stunningly gorgeous man, but somehow he was incredibly talented at hiding it. Yohji wasn't sure if it was his glares or his silences, but somehow Aya managed to never stand out as much as someone as beautiful as he was rightfully should.

That look in the stranger's eyes meant that he had noticed, however belatedly, just how gorgeous Aya really was.

"Ah…" the fucktard in question cleared his throat, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I believe an apology is in order."

"Damn right," Yohji began.

"No, I mean I should apologize."

"I wasn't offering ass-hat!"

He ignored the blonde, totally focused on Aya. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"He's abso-fucking-lutely fine, so get lost," Yohji growled.

"Can I pay for your meal?" the bastard asked Aya.

"It's already been taken care of." Aya dismissed the man, ignoring him as if he'd ceased to exist entirely. It was one of the many tricks in the Aya Fujimiya repertoire, and Yohji had had it used on him often enough to know just how very effective it was.

Still, despite himself, Yohji felt relief that Aya hadn't responded in a more friendly manner. He offered the man his biggest grin. "Thanks so much for the concern though," he said, nowhere near sincere. "Now get lost. This is a private date."

Aya kicked him under the table.

tbc

Anyone who reads my lj will know this little fic has been giving me trouble. But sometimes just gritting my teeth and fighting through it is the best way to go, as sometimes my reviewers send me down twists I never would have gotten to on my own. (Yes! It's all your fault! I blame Inferno on the reviewers!!)

Anyway, I promise to try to keep updates semi-regularly, and will also strive to answer reviews. Don't be shy.