Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Cold Day in Hell ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: I do not own the Weiss boys.

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"Damnit Aya, sit still!" Omi growled as he tugged the needle gently back from the elder's wound. It was deep enough that it needed stitches and located across one of Aya's shoulders, stopping at the point just between his shoulder blades. It had taken a good amount of convincing to get the red head to agree to let Omi take care of it.

"It's just a scratch. It doesn't need stitches, Omi." The assassin spoke quietly as the youth made another stitch in his skin. He closed his eyes slightly at the pain. Aya wouldn't let Omi numb the skin before he began his work.

"Aya, the back of your shirt was covered in blood, your blood, by the time we got back. It is not just a scratch," Yohji reasoned as he came into the room, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. "Quit being such a wuss and let Omi close the wound."

Aya set his jaw and remained unmoving as the blonde bishounen finished closing the wound. Ken wandered into the room about the second to last stitch and blinked at the work. "I didn't think that needed stitches." Aya gave a grunt."Urusai Ken," Yohji growled as Ken slowly backed out of the room.

"Grumps..." he mumbled as he navigated the stairs to the second floor.

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Persia's image melted away from the screen and all attention moved to Manx. She stood silently at the base of the stairs for a few moments before speaking. "Well, who is in? It should only take two of you."

"I'm in." The youngest of the Weiss assassins vocalized his agreement from his perch.

"Me too," Aya spoke. It earned him a glare from Omi and Yohji.

"You can't, Aya. You can barely even raise your katana." Yohji gave the red head a cold look that looked all too warm compared to the look he was receiving from Aya at the moment.

"I can."

"Prove it." Yohji tossed the steel sword toward the red head, who caught it. He lifted his arms about half way up then stopped. Aya's gaze moved to Yohji for approval. "Higher." Aya complied and he seemed to be ok as he lifted his hands to about his face. "Higher." Yohji pressed him, his gaze trained on the younger assassin's eyes. The red head did so and a glimmer of pain flashed in his eyes before returning to normal. "See. You are in pain. We can't have you hesitating out there, Aya. I'll go."

Aya's infamous death glare was all that Yohji received.

"You could tear the wound back open. Don't accept this one, so you don't get hurt even worse." Omi was reasonable. He knew that Aya had a good chance of getting himself and his teammate killed if he attempted the mission.

Aya stood up and pushed passed Manx and walked up the stairs without a word. Surprisingly, Ken had kept his mouth shut about the argument. Manx shifted her gaze to the jock of the team. "Well?"

"Someone should stay here with Aya, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid," Yohji spoke up.

"He's not a child." Ken was trying to get out of staying with the ice-cold assassin alone.

"Yeah, but he knows he is missing a shot at Takatori and when it comes to that man, Aya doesn't know when to stop."

Ken shrugged. "Fine. There is a soccer game on that night anyway."

Manx watched the trio as they fell silent, her gaze moving between each of them carefully. "Good luck," she spoke as she turned to walk up the stairs.

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"I really wish you'd switch positions with me, Yohji," Ken mumbled. The dark haired youth sat on the corner of the elder's bed, watching the blonde tug at his liquid black jacket.

"Aya hates me. He'd want nothing more to get me alone and slice me into a million little pieces." Yohji reached for his watch and tested the wire hidden within it. He turned to face Ken. "Besides, there is that soccer game on tonight you wanted to see."

"I was going to tape it to begin with."

Yohji sighed. "Just be glad for the night off." He watched the other's body language signal that he was giving in. Ken stood and walked across the room to follow Yohji out. They were partially down the stairs when Yohji stopped and faced him. "I won't blame you if you end up fucking him either." The smile that slipped on his face was full of sarcasm and teasing.

Hidaka glared at him. "It'll be a cold day in hell before I fuck that cold bastard."

Yohji burst into laughter as Omi came up behind Ken, giving a puzzled look. The older of the three tried to stifle his laughter as he turned and continued down the stairs. Omi looked stunned and curious to what had made Ken look so pissed off and Yohji laugh so hard.

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Settling into the couch, the television was brought to life and the channels surfed until the soccer game was found. It was starting in a few minutes, the VCR giving away that fact. Ken taped most of the soccer games that Japan's team competed in, even if he had the chance to watch them while they were on.

The sports anchor babbled on until the game started and the privilege of calling the plays was given over to an obnoxious announcer. Two goals for Japan and one for the American team. It looked like the Japanese team would win this one, considering how the American team was playing. Ken smiled at the fact. He knew some of the people on the Japanese team and knew how they would play when confronted by some of the American team's tricks. This game would prove to be very interesting.

The broadcast broke at half time and Ken had seen very little of Aya until he came thudding softly down the stairs. At the sound, the soccer fan had looked up to see a stunning picture. Aya had on a black, silk shirt and a pair of leather pants. "Why the hell are you dressed up?" he asked, once he could find his voice.

Aya stopped and blinked at the youth, his cold façade breaking slightly to let a look of confusion pass on to his features. Then he remembered. "My other shirts make my shoulder sore."

"Pants?" Ken's gaze traveled down to the leather garments. Aya did look pretty good in leather. Yohji, you bastard, you knew he was dressed like this. The blonde was going to pay next time Ken saw him.

Aya's reply was a shrug as he walked into the next room, ignoring any further questions from Ken. It left the dark haired assassin alone with the television again.

His gaze moved over the image on the screen again and found the game to still be on hiatus. A sigh and he stood, moving into the kitchen.

Returning with a can of soda, Ken stopped dead in his tracks to see his place on the couch occupied. His gaze drifted to the television to find a random movie on. Moving his gaze back, he glared at the red head who was in his seat. "I was watching that."

Aya turned to him, not giving a reply before turning back to the television. Provoking the athletic youth, perhaps?

It worked. Ken moved over to the couch and reached to pick the remote off of the table next to the couch. Aya quickly picked it up and held it out of the shorter's reach. "Aya..." Ken warned as he reached further across the red head. "You are more mature than this." He made a grab at the remote as Aya leaned back further. Ken lost his balance and soon found himself in the other assassin's lap.

Aya still held the remote out of Ken's reach as the brunette made another grab at it, ignoring the fact that he was in the red head's lap.

Ken sighed and leaned back, as if he were giving up. He saw Aya noticeably relax before quickly pinning the elder to the couch. "The remote, please." Ken watched as Aya still held on to the remote, hiding it close to his body. Aya was more mature than this, wasn't he?

Surprising Ken, Aya rolled the pair to the floor, pinning the dark haired man beneath him. He smiled slightly at the assassin. "You are taping the game, aren't you?"

"Yes, but I still want to watch it now." Ken moved swiftly, forcing Aya to be on the bottom once more. The remote wasn't in the red head's hand anymore but that didn't stop Ken from pinning him.

Aya made a grab at the remote and got a hold of it again before Ken could pick it up from where it fell on the floor. Ken growled at him and the pair continued to wrestle over the remote control, the channels on the television changing as one of them accidentally hit a few buttons.

Ken finally gave up, crouching above Aya's thighs. His gaze moved over the disheveled red head, his shirt tugged to disarray and his hair a mess. He tilted his head and his gaze traced the disorder of his team leader. Good looking, almost irresistible like this.

The red head remained quiet as Ken stayed above him. It should have bothered him, should have made him go cold again, but it didn't. There were a few reasons why, but he wouldn't let them enter his mind. His gaze met with Ken's briefly before Aya looked away.

Hidaka shifted his weight forward, carefully inching his way up Aya's body. He stopped and watched Aya turn his face away, a light rose color creeping onto his cheeks. The younger scooted back slightly. A hand moved gently to Aya's cheek, then left to trail down his body, gently caressing the assassin. It slowed and slid over the waist of the leather pants, finally downward to brush over Aya's semi-hard body.

The blush on the red head's face deepened and Ken smiled lightly to himself. He had thought the ice king would have been asexual or unable to react like this. It was refreshing to know he did. Light optics shifted once again over the picture sprawled beneath him. Irresistible.

Aya's face was guided back to face his teammate's. Amethyst tinted optics found a face just barely inches away from his face. Aya stiffened in an instant reaction but soon relaxed, Ken's breath coasting lightly across his reddened face. Moments later, he found his lips engaged in a furious play with Ken's.

Ken parted his lips, asking Aya to do the same. The elder complied and the brunette crushed his lips against the open mouth of the red head, tasting him with a probing tongue.

The kiss was held until both of them were left gasping for breath at the lack of sufficient oxygen. Ken's lower body had ended up pressed against Aya's, letting Aya know that Ken wasn't just teasing at the kiss. At least his body wasn't after a joke.

The younger sat up, his gaze on the changed face of his teammate as he shifted his position. The face showed a disappointment briefly before it vanished. Ken made a slightly frown at the face and shifted forward again. He forced their lower bodies together and moved his hips slowly against Aya's, then in a few quicker movements. He heard the red head gasp and smiled.

Aya reached a hand up and grasped the collar of Ken's shirt, trying to pull him back down to him. Ken refused to come back down and shook his head. "Your back..." Aya gave a puzzled look and a dull aching pain let him know that he was still injured. He shifted to sit up, ending up with his chest pressed against Ken's.

It was nice, but not good enough. Ken shared a few, short, teasing kisses with his team leader before finally deciding that kissing wasn't going to be enough. It wasn't fair to either of them to start anything else here. He didn't want to hurt Aya and his shoulder was still sore. It had still been bleeding slightly last time Omi checked on it.

"Upstairs." A one-word command was issued to the brunette. His hands moved to the hem of Ken's shirt but were stopped.

The younger stood and offered Aya a hand up before moving towards the stairs. He led the red head up the stairs and pushed open the door to his room.

Aya had never really bothered with coming into Ken's room but the walls dotted with soccer posters were no surprise. The distraction of the new surroundings put him off guard when Ken reached for the buttons of the shirt and began to help Aya strip.

Ken worked quickly at the buttons, hesitating only to crush his lips against Aya's. The silk shirt hit the ground as the brunette was brought roughly against the body of the red head. He ended up moving forward, causing Aya to back towards the bed.

The red head nearly tripped when he reached the edge of the bed. He allowed himself to be pushed over as Ken climbed to be on top of him. His hands moved to the hem of Ken's shirt again to try to get it off. This time, he was allowed to discard the shirt. Aya groaned as Ken forced their lower bodies together again.

Aya immediately moved his hands to Ken's jeans, tugging at the buttons and zipper. Ken caught one of Aya's wrists and pulled the hand away from the tab of his zipper, moving to press the hand above the head of his lover. Aya's free hand left its task of unbuttoning the pants and slid around the waist of the brunette. There, the hand kneaded the bare flesh and crept slowly up the tanned skin of Ken's back.

Ken closed his eyes and bit his lower to lip to keep from moaning out loud. He leaned down, kissing Aya again, parting his lips and diving his tongue into the red head's mouth. The hand he held above Aya's head was released, letting both of Ken's roam over a patch of pale flesh.

Both of Aya's hands came to roam over Ken's back, kneading and gently sliding all over the tanned skin. His touch was feather light in some places, causing Ken to lean forward to try to evade the stimulating caresses. Aya gasped when Ken nipped gently at the skin just above a nipple then proceeded to run his tongue across the all too sensitive flesh.

One pale hand became tangled in the short brunette locks a Ken continued his assault on the red head's chest. Ken smiled and continued to Aya's stomach before reaching the point where leather pants prevented him from going further. He ran his tongue in a wet line over a small length of pale skin, his hands sliding to the front of Aya's pants. Ken hesitated and looked up to the red head's face, as if asking permission if he could go further.

Aya noticed that the sensual assault on his body had stopped. Ken was waiting for something. He looked down into the brunette's eyes, seeing the questions. "Yes..." he spoke quietly, not wanting Ken to stop.

At Aya's words, Ken began to strip him from the waist down. It took a little effort on both their parts to get the leather pants off but soon Ken had a beautiful pale body stretched out before him. He leaned forward, stretching to press his lips firmly against Aya's before attempting to slide back down the red head's body, his hands already lightly teasing the red head's erection.

A pale hand clenched Ken's shoulder, digging fingers lightly into the tanned flesh. "Ke-" His voice was cut off by a moan. He dug his fingers harder into the shoulder. "No.."

"Aya?" Ken stopped, froze. God how he wanted Aya, but he didn't want to force himself open the stoic leader. That would probably only lead to himself being chopped into tiny little pieces. He started to move away from the red head.

It took Aya a moment to collect himself before he could make his move. His hold on Ken's shoulder remained and he used it to force the brunette onto the bed. He felt the athletic male stiffen at the movement and leaned down, pressing his lips gently to Ken's. Aya's hands helped Ken out of his jeans.

Watching the red head carefully, still unsure since the other man had managed to mutter a no. This Aya was different from the one usually found stalking around the Koneko, giving everything an ice-cold glare. His thoughts interrupted, Ken gasped in surprise as he felt a tongue tease low over his abdomen.

The red head continued lower, lips and tongue teasing until he reached Ken's erection. A tentative tongue moved over the tip. Ken held his breath as Aya took him into his mouth. Hands clenched in the bed sheets as the red head began to apply suction to the organ. The athlete began to thrust upwards, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to restrain himself. Aya felt so good.

Ken tried to keep himself from releasing but Aya was just too much. The man was very talented, bringing Ken in a cry of his name. He felt the throat of the other man relax, swallowing everything he gave out. "Aya..."

The red head pulled away, letting Ken go. The lithe man made a move to climb off the bed before Ken grabbed his wrist, dragging him back. Ken pressed his lips harshly to the red head's, nearly bruising them as he rolled him to put Aya's back on the bed. Aya closed his eyes in pleasure as Ken forced their pelvises together.

Ken was already hard again by the time they came up panting for air. The soccer player leaned across the red head's body, never losing contact, as he rummaged in a drawer. When he found what he was looking for, he came back with a small tube. Aya lifted his legs to allow Ken access for what he knew was coming next.

A slick finger entered him and he moaned. A second entered, carefully working the muscles looser and exploring the swordsman. "Ken... please.." Aya wanted more than just the two fingers inside of him.

Ken leaned down for a short, hungry kiss before he quickly slicked a good amount of lube over his erection. He began to slowly and gently push his way into the red head. Aya growled at the pace and tried to force himself onto Ken but was steadied by the strong hands holding his hips.

"Damnit, Ken.." He tried again to get the brunette inside of him faster but once again failed. Finally, Ken was in and began to thrust into the redhead at a slow pace. "Fuck, Ken!" He dug his fingers into Ken's shoulders and tried to make him go faster.

Ken couldn't help but smile at the swordsman as he quickened his pace. "God, Aya..." he mumbled as he continued faster, closing his eyes in passion as he felt himself coming closer to he second release.

Hands fell from the brunette's shoulders and clenched into the bed sheets. Soft sounds began to spill from his lips as Ken continued. It took the brunette few thrusts before hitting that spot in Aya that made him cry out. His nails bit into his palms through the sheets as Ken kept hitting that spot, sending his vision blurry.

Ken moved a hand from Aya's waist and began to stroke the other man's erection in the same rhythm he was thrusting. He barely saw Aya close his eyes as the red head was sent over the edge, releasing into Ken's hand and over his own stomach. "Ken!" Aya shouted as he body clenched and shuddered. Ken soon followed, releasing into the lithe figure below him, shouting "Aya!"

Aya felt the athlete withdraw himself from inside him and collapse to his side. He had a towel pushed at him which he used to clean himself up then discarded it to the floor. Strong arms wrapped around his thin, pale waist as he was drawn into Ken's embrace. He put his arms over Ken's and relaxed, drifting off into a quiet, comfortable sleep.

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Yohji held a cigarette between his lips as he sleepily walked out of his bedroom to head towards the bathroom. He heard the door open up the hall before he saw it. "Hey, Ken. How was Aya-sitting la-" The lanky blonde froze, seeing Aya in nothing but a pair of jeans, that obviously weren't his, come walking out of Ken's room and crossing to the bathroom.

The red head cast a glare towards the frozen blonde. "I will personally kill you if you burn down the house, Kudoh." Violet eyes glanced at the cigarette laying on the floor before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

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For Koy-chan and the rest of the members of the WKSluts mailing list.

This is my first real lemon. I've done a minor lemon a few times. Anyway! Gift for the people of the wonderful mailing list I was asked to join. He.. I'm off to finish my jpophelp shopping. I love Boxing Day...

~Trinity `Wondering why the damn giraffe changes names constantly' Bennett