Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal ❯ You like it like this don't you? ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter 8.

 

 

It was four o'clock in the morning and Yohji was awake. He couldn't sleep; it was one thing to be a cynical bastard and think that Kiritker was willing to use you, but it was another to have his suspicions confirmed.

 

Giving up on going back to sleep Yohji went downstairs to watch television, maybe for once there'd be something good on it at this hour.

 

Yohji was surprised to find the couch already occupied by Kenken.

 

“Couldn't sleep?”

 

“Hn.”

 

“You're sounding like Ayan.”

 

“I was just thinking of the events of the night, and about what we are going to do.”

 

“We decided what to do Kenken — we'll wait it out.”

 

“Hn.”

 

“Not feeling talkative Kenken?”

 

“You want talkative Yotan? Explain to me why in your book you have contingency plans for your death and our deaths? And that in every one of those contingency plans that involved our deaths, you divide your things about the remaining people? Suicide Yotan, not planning to survive us are you?”

 

“You saw all that? You weren't meant to.”

 

“Not the point Yotan.”

 

“Kenken, you are my best friend, Omi's my little brother, and Aya…” Aya's my heart. “Aya's Aya. I need all three of you to function, you know that.”

 

Ken just glared at Yohji and then went back to mindlessly watching the TV; Yohji decided to join him on the couch. Adjusting his position so that his head was in the football player's lap facing the TV, Yohji zoned out.

 

It took a while for Yohji to feel one of Ken's hands combing through his hair and the other running up and down his arm, in an overtly sexual manner.

 

Yohji looked up, “Ken what are you mmph?”

 

Yohji's lips were suddenly occupied by a very determined set of lips belonging to the football player.

 

Yohji tried shoving the brunette off of him, but he was at a horrible angle. Ken finally released his lips for air.

 

“Ken what the hell were you umph.” This time, the brunette had dumped the elder assassin off of the couch and onto the floor. Yohji landed on his stomach knocking the air out of him. Before he could recover the other man was on top of him.

 

“I like you Yohji, really like you.” The brunette was panting as he thrust his groin again and again against Yohji's butt.

 

“Ken stop this, what's going on? Why are you doing this?”

 

With more dexterity and flexibility than Yohji would ever have given Ken credit for, he was flipped on his stomach and now the brunette was rubbing his groin against Yohji's.

 

The man attacked Yohji's neck with abandon, sucking hard at the intersection between neck and shoulder, hips still thrusting.

 

“Don't tell me you don't want this Yotan. You haven't fought me off, you haven't yelled for help.”

 

“Chan and Omi, don't want them to see or hear Ken.”

 

“And how do you explain this?” The brunette had his hands in Yohji's pants, playing with the semi-erect cock.

 

“You like it like this don't you?” the brunette continued. “Forceful. You like to be made a submissive. I can give that to you.” The brunette said all this while stroking and stroking.

 

Suddenly the elder assassin's body jerked, muscles going taut for an instant before he collapsed bonelessly. His seed spilt all over the brunette's hands.

 

Ken brought his hands to his lips and sucked each finger clean, all the while maintaining eye contact. Then he pressed his lips forcefully to Yohji's and simply rolled off of the assassin as if nothing had ever occurred.

 

“Night Yohji, you have first shift.”

 

Yohji huddled into himself, feeling cheap and used. He didn't know what had just happened, what had set Ken off, or why he was so worthless that he would let a team-mate use him that way.