Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Aftermath ❯ Aftermath ( One-Shot )

Title: Aftermath

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or its characters.

Warnings: NC 17; lemon;

Pairing: AyaxKen

Author: Tearis

Author comments: This is the first time I worked with a beta and - I love my beta. Thank

you soooooooo much. *hugs beta*

Aftermath

Ken sat on a chair in the middle of Aya's room. The sunlight was streaming in, warming his legs. His eyes were lowered to the ground in front of him.

He had knocked, like so often in the last month. However, this time the door had opened. It had opened and had not stayed closed or been slammed shut. It had opened and Aya had stepped aside to let him in. Stunned by that action, Ken had forgotten what he wanted to say or better he wasn't able to get the words over his lips anymore. In his taken aback state, it took a moment for him to move inside. Another moment's hesitation before he complied with Aya's silent order to sit down.

The other man must have been waiting for him, because the chair that he was now sitting on usually stood by the desk. The door had opened immediately after his knock.

Although he knew Aya's room perfectly, it felt foreign. He hadn't been allowed to come in for the whole of the last month. The thought that he had spent so many nights and days in here with his beautiful lover made him shiver with the fear of having lost that forever.

Ken let his eyes roam over the mahogany desk at the wall in front of him, about three feet away. There was nothing on it but a single silver pen that glistened in the sunshine and made an extreme contrast to the dark wood it lay on.

The green curtains hung motionless next to the window, no wind moved them. A hot, dry day outside had heated the room up to an almost unbearable degree. Ken was sweating all over his shirt was already clinging to his body. The heat wasn't the first reason he was sweating. He felt himself losing control over his body, and he stared down at his shaking hands. He tried to stop the shaking but failed. Maybe it would stop, if he looked somewhere else. So he affixed his eyes to the gray carpet.

"So, you allowed him to touch you."

Ken jumped. He hadn't heard Aya reentering the room. The red haired man had left the room after pointing to the chair. Once he'd seen to it that Ken was seated, Aya had stepped out. No words had been spoken.

Aya's voice was emotionless. He was crouched next to the armrest of the chair Ken was sitting in. Ken turned his head to face Aya, but Aya denied him any view of himself, reaching up to turn Ken's face forward with his hand. Ken swallowed dryly and dropped his head. At least Aya had spoken to him.

After overhearing Yohji say, "How about a bit of fun tonight again, Ken? A body has needs you know, and yours suited mine nicely last time. What do you say?" Aya hadn't spoken one word to him. Aya had easily read the guilt in the awkward expression on Ken's face. Ken was pained to see the hurt and embarrassment written on Aya's face just for a second before it returned to the mask it had always been before, before they had opened to each other. This pain and embarrassment of being cheated by Ken, of being cheated by Ken with Yohji of all people had made Aya close up again completely.

Ken told Aya over and over that it had been one time - only sex, meaningless sex. Just a One- Night- Stand, that's all it was. He had told Aya to his face, trying to explain. He had shouted it furious against the door Aya had slammed shut. He had whimpered it helpless against the door that would not open.

Aya's hand was still resting on his cheek, and he had begun now to caress it. Easy, feather light, he slid his fingers over Ken's cheek down his jaw line to his throat. In fear, Ken tried to still himself against the shivers that trailed down his spine.

This touch should feel good, but it was not meant to feel good. It was a reminder, of what he had missed so much. Yet he couldn't enjoy it, knowing that it'd be hard to regain Aya's warmth. Not to mention his trust, that seemed to be utterly destroyed. Ken was determined to make Aya forgive him. Just to see Aya smile at him again, making this cold mask vanish from that beautiful face.

Aya stood up and stepped behind the chair, never breaking the contact between Ken's soft skin and his fingertips. He bent down to ken's ear.

"Once?"

Ken nodded fiercely, not daring to speak. Aya placed his hands on Ken's shoulders, massaging them absently. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. When Aya hadn't spoken for some time, Ken turned his head, but he was roughly turned back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Aya's eyes glaring at him.

"Aya, I-" Aya placed a finger on his lips.

"Did he kiss you?" Aya ran his thumb over Ken's lower lip.

"Yes," barely audible. He trembled slightly and goose flesh rose up on his arms.

Aya was behind him again.

Ken swallowed. Aya's hands lay on his shoulders. The touch was heavy and Ken, although he yearned for Aya's touch, felt a bit relieved when the hands slipped away from his shoulders.

"Aya, please," he wanted to say more, to explain it somehow, to make his koi understand, but no more words passed his slips.

"Please, what?" Aya stood in front of him. Ken looked up, right into Aya's face. Tears were welling in his eyes, when he saw how coldly Aya looked at him. Aya had no feeling in his expression.

"Please," his voice shook and broke. Ken lowered his eyes and tried to pull himself together. "Forgive me."

Aya didn't seem to react to what Ken had said. He stayed silent. Ken dared to look up and was surprised to see Aya smiling at him. No smirk. A real, honest, loving smile on his lips and in his eyes. Aya bent down and lightly kissed him.

Ken's heart jumped. Why? Why now? He had said those words so often before, why did Aya react to them now? Why not before? Aya's lips were soft against his and he'd have died to be allowed to deepen this intimate caress Aya was giving him. Aya drew away before Ken could deepen the kiss, denying the unspoken wish.

Aya went to the side of the chair again and placed a hand on Ken's arm. He chuckled.

"Hm. I know you aren't cold."

Ken looked over. Something in Aya's face made him frown. It had been too easy. He should have known that Aya would not just forgive and forget. He reached for Aya's arm.

Aya raised an eyebrow.

"Keep your arms on the armrest. And don't move." Aya's voice was cold. Ken obeyed. "Look in front of you." Ken drew in a short breath, but did as he was told.

He heard a little rustle and in the next moment his shirt was torn from top to bottom down his back. In a reflex he moved forward, but was held back by two strong arms.

"You want me to forgive you?" a whisper brushing his ear. Ken sank back into the chair, clasping the armrests, sensing that what was now to come would be the payment for his betrayal.

"Aaahhh!" Ken stiffened immediately, when a sharp blade cut deep into his skin right between his shoulders, just below the point where his shirt would normally cover him.

"Ssshh. You've borne more pain than this."

"But -"

"Even from me."

"Aya -" he begged.

"Tisk, tisk, tisk. Be still and quiet, and I'll forgive you."

Another cut, and another, but Ken bit his lip and remained silent through these. Repeating Aya's words over and over again in his head. "I'll forgive you - I'll forgive you - I will forgive you." That was what he wanted, Aya's forgiveness. Sweat ran into the fresh wounds and mingled with his blood, creating a stinging pain.

Why did he allow Aya to hurt him? Hurt him. Was that what it was about? Revenge? You hurt me; I hurt you?! It was fair, wasn't it? Even if it wasn't fair, to get Aya back Ken would do anything. He gripped the armrests harder and clenched his teeth.

After about eight deep cuts, Aya stopped. However, the tension Ken was holding in didn't leave his body. Aya seemed to be admiring what he had done. Then Ken felt Aya licking the cuts, sucking up the blood and sweat.

Aya pushed Ken's head back and kissed him. "Do you like that taste?" Ken just stared into Aya's eyes.

Aya let go of Ken's head and stepped back. Ken couldn't see Aya opening the first aid kit that he had apparently placed on the bed after reentering the room. So Ken was a bit surprised when a cotton swab brushed against his skin. A moment later the hot burning of the alcohol, Aya used to disinfect Ken's cuts, rushed through him.

After Aya had fixed the cuts up with a soothing ointment, he sighed. Ken's eyes were numb, staring in front of him. Aya pushed his chin up and sat down on Ken's lap, covering Ken's trembling lips with his own. Ken didn't respond to him, so he pushed a bit harder. He nuzzled at Ken's neck, snuggling up to the crook of his shoulder. Aya wrapped his arms around Ken's torso.

"Forgiven." He smiled at Ken.

"Why did you -?"

"You hurt me, so I - " Aya's mouth tightened, and he turned his face away from Ken.

"I love you Ken. And you're MINE." With that he stood up and pulled Ken into his arms. This time Ken responded to his kiss. Before they reached the bed, Aya stopped Ken in his tracks, a smile forming on his lips.

"Maybe you should get a shower to wash the blood and sweat away."

Ken reached for Aya and kissed him passionately. He didn't want to go and get a shower. It hadn't sounded as if Aya was going to join him. He wanted to stay with Aya. A whole month without his lover and now he should go and take a shower instead of being taken.

"Common. It'll help you relax." Aya insisted when their kiss ended.

Ken tilted his head, a disappointed frown on his features.

"Maybe I can relax better when I'm with you." A light rosé touch could be seen on Aya's cheeks, but it disappeared quickly.

"Later, koi." Ken's eyes widened at the last word. Had it accidentally slipped from Aya's lips, or did Aya mean it?

"Now take a shower."

Ken was defeated. There was nothing he could do to avoid the shower. Weird. Had the power dynamic in their relationship significantly shifted, or had Aya always had this command over him?

The warm water splashed on his chest and face. He wasn't too much for the idea of letting his wounds get in contact with water. It'd hurt and the ointment would be washed away. What a stupid idea to take a shower? Ken closed his eyes and lifted his head toward the jet of water.

Was it real? Had Aya forgiven him? Ken had never fought for someone like that before. It had cost him, drained him more than the bleeding of any physical wound. Telling Aya every day that he was sorry, that he loved and missed him, only to be pushed away or ignored. Aya had been right though. How would he have reacted if Aya had cheated on him with Yohji?

Yohji. That had been so stupid. To risk all that he had with Aya just for a moment's gratification. All the trust and love, just for sex with Yohji. What the hell had ridden him? Why had he forgotten Aya at that moment? Had he really forgotten him? No, how could he? Still, Yohji's touches had felt so damn good. The tall, broad shouldered blonde was so different from Aya. Not only in looks, but his temperament, as well. Yohji was open, direct, appetent.

He had told Ken right to his face that he wanted to fuck him and that he didn't care about Aya. Cornered by Yohji, in the older man's room. Ken found himself trapped, against the wall, with Yohji's arms on each side of his shoulders.

Ken thought again now, that it had been so stupid on his part. Why had he gone there anyway? Right, Yohji had told him that he wanted to talk to him about something, while Aya and Omi were busy with their shifts in the Koneko. Yeah, talk about something. Shit. The next thing Ken knew Yohji had leaned forward and captured his lips. Yohji's lips had been soft and skilled. Yet somehow, he didn't like the taste of them, smoke and coke, sweet and cloying, so different from Aya.

So different, Aya had been too shy to do something like that before they had told each other of their feelings. Still, it had taken time till Aya had lost his hesitancy at meeting Ken's touches and had begun to take initiative.

Aya had grown more and more self-confident in their relationship. He was now the one who would press himself against Ken's back behind the counter in the middle of their shifts, when no one else was in the shop.

Aya. Ken felt himself grow hard at the thought of Aya pressing against him. He hadn't noticed that the water was now running over his back, causing no pain but softly massaging his tensed muscles.

Aya. Aya's needing erection pressing against the small of his back, Ken wanted to feel it. Aya's hands teasing his erection, soft, feather like touches. Then more. Pumping his cock while his other hand went to Ken's entrance. Rubbing along the tight ring of muscle, slowly entering with his index finger. At first, slow and massaging, stretching Ken carefully. Never stopping the teasing on Ken's erection.

The brush of his own fingers against a sensitive spot within him made Ken jump out of his daydream. He moaned low in the back of his throat and continued to thrust into himself with his fingers as hard as possible, imagining it was Aya.

A few more thrusts and he pulled his fingers completely out of himself. The pumping of his other hand on his cock increased. He needed to hold on to the wall.

"Aya. Aya. Aya. Aya. AYA!!" The white come was quickly rinsed away by the water that still flowed over Ken's body.

Aya, only Aya could do this to him: drive him wild with desire and lust. Ken needed the red- head so much, never, never would he ever risk losing him again. NEVER!

Ken had just stepped out of the shower and was standing in front of the mirror brushing his teeth, when Aya stepped into the bathroom smiling at his lover. Aya had taken his damp shirt off and his skin shimmered with sweat.

A sudden rush of relief ran through Ken, making him blush and drop his gaze shyly. Relief that Aya had forgiven him, relief, he got another chance. He was definitely going to use it. The pain and the fear behind him now, Ken found that he was fine with it. Aya was worth it.

He looked up and found Aya studying him in the mirror. It struck Ken when he saw Aya's eyes filled with the same love or an even deeper love than before.

Aya stepped behind Ken, seeming to take no notice of the mirror himself. He grabbed on to the washbowl, capturing Ken in between it and his body. He pressed closer to Ken's back, so that Ken could feel how hard he was.

"I want you."

Ken leaned forward, making a show of rinsing his mouth with water from the faucet. He rubbed against Aya producing soft moans from the man behind him. He smiled to himself.

Aya got a hold on Ken's hips pushing against Ken's ass, still covered by the towel he had wrapped himself in. The rough fabric of the towel rubbed against the soft skin of his buttocks creating an odd sensation. Ken reached his hands back, grasping Aya's hips, bringing more friction between them.

Aya tossed the towel aside and pushed his own pants and silken boxers down, letting his weeping member spring free. He took some lotion from the bottle that stood next to the mirror, and covered himself. Then he positioned himself at Ken's entrance.

"Ready?"

Ken was more than that and instead of answering he pushed back against Aya, wanting to be filled completely by Aya.

"God! Ahh! Ken..."

Aya's squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment. The sudden feeling of hot flesh enclosing him was too much. His knees trembled a bit. He had wanted to tease Ken a little, but he really couldn't recover. His eyes fluttered open and locked with Ken's in the mirror. Ken's eyes, those soft, brown orbs, which had always seemed so deep and caressing. It was a blessing to see those eyes last thing before falling asleep. Feeling strong arms wrap around him and hold him close: Ken's eyes had that same effect. They made Aya feel safe, even now.

Aya was totally covered in his partner and started thrusting. Ken moaned and pushed back to meet each of Aya's thrusts. Feeling no pain, as he was already loosened up by his earlier actions. He wondered if Aya had caught it -

"Aaaaa- ya!"

Aya chuckled a little. "Right spot?" he managed to gasp out, before he pushed in to hit the spot again.

Engulfing himself up to the hilt in the wonderful warmth that pressed around him, pushing Ken against the washbowl. Ken had dropped his head and was pressing his hands against the wall. The drastic difference between the cold tiles under his hands, the cold washbowl against his groin and Aya's hot body against his ass and legs, inside his ass made him shiver.

He couldn't help but give a loud moan at the sensations that rushed through his body when Aya reached for his hard cock and started pumping it. He pumped Ken just as hard and fast as he was now thrusting in and out of him. Ken moaned louder and gasped for air.

Ken's moans and huskily spoken encouragement to go faster and harder were electrifying for Aya. He wanted to hear Ken scream at the top of his deep, sensual voice. So he gave a particularly hard shove against Ken's prostate and received what he had longed for. Ken screamed out Aya's name, as he came, pushing Aya as well over the edge, when his muscles contracted in reaction to his orgasm and pushed down on Aya, who spent himself into Ken.

Exhausted by the speed driven sex Aya leaned on Ken's back while they both tried to catch their breath. Before he totally pulled out of Ken, he licked and kissed the cuts. Ken purred at this. Aya was surprised and turned Ken to face him, but Ken merely looked at him and pushed him into the shower, closing the curtain behind them.

Omi was coming out of his room, as they crossed the floor.

"Hey!" the blonde greeted.

"Hey!" Aya answered dryly.

Omi's eyes widened when he caught sight of Ken's bare shoulders. He blushed and looked over at Aya, who shot him a glare that said that it wasn't any of his business. Aya opened the door, letting Ken enter his room before him. Leaving an openmouthed Omi behind, far too shocked to even move for a moment.

When Aya had closed the door, he turned to Ken. They just stood there for quite some time, staring into each other's eyes. Ken stepped closer, taking Aya's hand, leading it to his neck and his shoulders, letting him feel the cuts.

"I'm yours, right?"

Aya first blushed, and then nodded. Ken leaned in for a passionate kiss. Aya fell into it, tracing the cuts with his fingers over and over again, tracing his name on Ken's skin over and over again.

END

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