Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Boys in the Attic ❯ To Have Loved and Lost ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

To Have Loved and Lost

Sunday after work, Yohji received another phone call from Fujimiya-san requesting that he have lunch with the redhead. The older man happily accepted the invitation and shortly found himself enjoying yet another delightful meal with his new love interest.

After eating and paying for their meals, the two walked across the street from the restaurant they'd eaten at to a small park. Hand in hand they strode along one of the cement paths that traced the recreational area. Yohji paused a moment at the sound of bells. Aya looked at him oddly. "What is it?"

"Ice cream man," Yohji grinned. He let go of Aya's hand and made his way over to the ice cream vender. Fujimiya followed shortly behind.

"Hello," said the short little ice cream man. "What would you like today?"

"Uh…" Yohji said, thinking to himself. "A cherry Popsicle." He reached for his wallet to pay but Aya suddenly brought the older boy's arm down.

"Make that two," said the redhead as he reached for his own wallet to pay for them both. Yohji smiled sweetly.

"One for you and one for you," said the vender. He accepted payment and began to wheel his ice cream cart down the sidewalk again.

Yohji reached for the younger boy's hand again but was denied. Instead, Aya wrapped an arm about Yohji's waist and continued to walk through the park.

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Yohji climbed into Aya's car.

"Do I really have to take you home now?"

"I'm afraid so," replied Yohji. "I've got chores to do."

"Alright. I guess we'll have to play suck and blow some other time then, huh?"

Yohji blushed as he tried to hold in his laughter. "I believe so. Now stop stalling. I gotta get home and start dinner," he said playfully.

"Oh, you cook?"

"Sure do." The question made Yohji realize how little he and the redhead knew about each other; it was kind of sickening. But one look at Aya's face and the entire concept had been forgotten. His violet eyes were mesmerizing and Yohji was quick to fall victim.

Soon, they arrived at Yohji's house. The older boy exited the car and waved his friend goodbye. Yohji found Ken sitting in an armchair reading a book. [Ken can read?] Yohji mused. [Oh, that's mean Yohji; even if I am just joking to myself. Ken may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but he certainly isn't a moron. I should give him more credit.] "What you got there?"

"Don Quixote."

"Ah, Don Quixote," Yohji nodded. "Who's that?"

"Old guy who fights wind mills."

"Gottcha. I actually believe I've read that once. Good stuff."

"Yeah, I borrowed it from Juro. This believe it or not…" Ken said holding up the book. "…is the present you delivered from Ryu."

"How did I know he'd get Juro something like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like a book, or a desk lamp, or a stapler. I just knew it had to be something along those lines."

"Well, what would you have gotten him for his eighteenth birthday, a prostitute?" Ken asked jokingly.

"The thought did cross my mind, but how would I wrap you?"

"Ha, ha," Ken replied.

"Can you help me get dinner started, please? Take out the medium sized pot and boil a cup of water with seasoned salt and black pepper while I change clothes."

"Sure thing. Oh, and what do you have planned tonight?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"I want us to go to Omi's art exhibit. He's displaying a new piece tonight. It's gonna be really cool."

"Okay. But let's talk more about it after I'm done in my room `kay?"

"Alright."

Yohji left to his bedroom and Ken made his way to the kitchen.

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During dinner, Ken and Yohji discussed Omi's art exhibit.

"So do you go to all of his shows?" Yohji asked.

"Every single one. I never miss any of his new displays. Juro's usually there too."

"Sounds cool."

"Mhm," Ken agreed as he finished a last bite from his dinner. Yohji had finished as well and the older boy cleared both of their plates. "Alright, well you're already dressed, now I need a change of clothes.

Ken went to his room and started removing his shirt. He heard the phone ring and went to pick it up but Yohji beat him to it.

"I got it, Ken," the older boy announced. Ken proceeded to take off the rest of his clothes and underpants. Soon afterward, Yohji came into his room with the telephone. "It's for you - Omi," the older boy said as he handed Ken the receiver.

"Hello. Hey Omi…"

Mindful of Ken's nude state, Yohji stayed in the younger boy's room as he talked on the phone. He eyed Ken's tanned and brawny physique. His chest and stomach were flawlessly sculpted, not to mention his muscular arms and legs. And speaking of his legs, his thighs were strong and powerful with something extra appealing between them. Yohji stared shamelessly at his roommate's manhood. It was right there; he could touch it, lick it, suck it, kiss it, fuck it, anything…he'd just have to advance on the sudden horniness that was overtaking his senses.

Impulsively, Yohji grabbed at Ken's penis. He tugged at it lightly and began to masturbate the shaft. Ken's eyes went large. All he could think about was the wonderful feeling in his groin and by doing so, began to neglect the conversation he was sharing with Omi.

"…Ken? Hello. Are you still there?" Omi questioned.

Ken tried to refocus. "Uh…Omi, I , I have to…Ooh, Oh."

"Ken?"

"Sorry, I have to go!" Ken said in a rush and hung up. Yohji drew him into his arms and fixed a hard kiss right on the younger man's lips. They stumbled backward on to Ken's bed with Yohji on top and Ken wrapped his legs around the older boy. Almost instinctively, Yohji began to hump Ken's groin. The younger boy moaned. The friction between them was multiplied by the fact that Yohji's clothed penis was rubbing against the naked flesh of Ken's own length.

The younger boy smoothed his hands all over Yohji's back and as they descended to the waistband of his housemate's jeans, he remembered that he was trying to fall out of love with Yohji and that sleeping with him probably wouldn't help as much as it would hurt the situation. It just felt so good to have Yohji kiss him and to smell the scent of strawberry cream shampoo in the older boy's hair; something he would have failed to notice if he hadn't been this close to the older man's body.

Reluctantly, Ken willed himself to push Yohji away from him. Besides the fact that he was trying to grow out of pining for the older boy, he had promised to be at Omi's exhibition on time and Ken was a man of his word. "Alright Yohji," the boy said as he pressed his roommate up from his body. "We've got somewhere to be so…I need to get dressed now. We'll leave in about ten minutes." On the surface, Ken felt cheated by telling Yohji those words. He was giving up something he desired so much. But deeper inside, it felt empowering to know he was taking more control over his emotions.

Yohji shrugged his shoulders and nodded. He crawled off of his housemate and silently walked out of the room. Being rejected so suddenly at this point in his sexual arousal was unsettling.

Ken knew all of Yohji's disappointment but didn't let it bother him much. He'd said what he had to in order to keep his heart intact.

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Twenty minutes later, the boys found themselves nearing their destination. Yohji was wary of how damp and humid the air felt. Snickering at a blanket of clouds in the night sky, he prayed that no harm would come to his hair. He took great pride in it and wasn't about to have any bad weather undoing it.

Side by side, Yohji and Ken entered the art gallery. The building was bustling with mingling strangers and closely knit friends. Each trying so hard to look different that they all ended up looking alike; of course with the exception of a small amount of people.

Ken spotted a blushing Omi almost immediately. The young blonde was shyly accepting complements for his latest works as well as old ones. His cheeks were rose colored and his eyes glimmered with thanks as he received a bouquet of flowers. Ken waved to his friend.

[Saved,] Omi thought to himself upon seeing Ken. "It's been very nice talking with you but I'm afraid I'm needed someplace else. Thank you again for your complements," Omi said to his current guests and quickly walked off before they could react. [So glad to get away from those people. I thought I'd die of boredom.] "Ken-kun," Omi said smiling. "Hi Yohji. I'm glad to see you guys. How long have you been here?"

"We just arrived," said Ken.

"Well, look around, mingle, do whatever. I still have to do a little more hosting with a few other artists but I'll be able to give you my full attention within the next twenty minutes or so, promise. I'll find you and we can hang out."

"Sounds good to me."

"Oh, and of course, there's a coffee shop beyond that threshold over there," Omi said, pointing to a doorway.

"Cool, I could use some coffee," said Yohji.

"Uh, to be honest with you, I wouldn't advise that. If anything, I recommend getting a bottled soda and the bagels are okay…I guess. But the coffee tastes like junk, so steer clear of it."

"Gottcha," replied Yohji with a smile.

"Alright, so, see ya later." Omi turned in the other direction and went on his way.

"So," began Yohji. "Shall we look around?"

"You read my mind," said Ken.

The two skimmed over the gallery hallways and unfortunately, soon became bored.

Wanting nothing more than to go outside and have a cigarette at the moment, Yohji wandered off from Ken. He wringed at his hands with frustration. It was beginning to sprinkle outdoors so a quick smoke was out of the question.

Meanwhile, Ken searched over the crowd for any signs of Omi. Eventually, he found another artist who was hosting the gallery and decided to ask her if she'd seen Omi.

"Hi," Ken began. "I'm a friend of Omi Tsukiyono and I was wondering if you'd seen him recently."

"Oh sure, I remember you from the last show," said the aged woman in a raspy sort of voice. "I believe you might be able to find him in the showroom upstairs. Or better yet, when you go up there you'll see a sign that says Bathrooms over a hallway. Go down that corridor passed the actual bathroom and check to see if he's in the lounge. If he's not in there then, go further down the hall until you see an office that reads Administration. He's probably in either of those places."

"Thanks."

"Do Itashimashite."

Ken walked up the short flight of stairs to a much less crowded showroom. All of Omi's older art was up here. Ken observed it contently as he searched each corner for the office area that the other artist thought Omi might be in. Just as promised, a small hallway lead him to it. After discovering the lounge, Ken peeked inside to find Omi nowhere but he could faintly hear what sounded like the younger boy's voice coming from the room ahead. He opened the door to find Omi and Juro in each other's arms. The two younger boys looked up. Ken stilled. Omi buried his face in Juro's chest and started to laugh hysterically. In the midst of backing away, Ken tried to apologize. "I'm…I'm real sorry. I don't know why I'm always…discovering people like this. I apologize." Juro's eyes looked weary but Omi still seemed very amused by the whole situation.

"Ken," Omi started. He let go of the embrace he had with Juro. "This is a lot less than what you think it is." Ken said nothing. Omi sighed and turned to Juro. "Do you wanna stay in here for a while? Promise not to leave without telling me?" Juro nodded. "Okay then, Ken. Let's go someplace else and talk."

"Can we go sit in the lounge up ahead? I don't feel sure of my legs."

"Hai. That sounds good."

The two walked into the lounge. Ken took a seat at a large table whilst Omi stood in front of a vending machine looking for a treat.

"Omi-kun, again, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to barge in on you guys like that. It's just that I got a little bored - no offense."

"None taken."

"And since it'd been nearly a half hour since I last saw you, I thought it would be okay to seek you out."

Omi started to laugh again. He grabbed his purchase from the vending machine and sat down across from Ken. "Like I said, what you saw between Juro and I was a lot less than what you thought it was. Shortly after I left you and Yohji, he showed up with something on his mind. I had to put off coming to visit with you guys in order to comfort Juro. So I should be the one apologizing, not you. But he was really upset tonight and he needed a friend. That's what the whole hugging thing was about."

"Makes sense," Ken responded.

"Yeah, but you should have seen the look on your face after seeing us together. I have never seen you look so traumatized in my life."

Ken closed his eyes with a groan. "It's just that seeing you guys like that brought back a memory from Juro's party that I was ready to forget. It brought back all the uneasiness of that night." Ken rubbed at his temples with his right hand and then looked up at Omi who was very still.

"Well, what happened exactly," the younger boy asked with much curiosity.

Ken explained how he found Yohji and Aya together and how hopeless it made him feel about Yohji. Especially being that the night before Juro's birthday, he and Yohji had slept together but the older boy must not have thought much of it if he was ready to fool around with Aya the next day.

"Wow," Omi said quietly. "Seems like bad aftershocks from that party are hurting both you and Juro today." He looked at Ken with concerned eyes.

"Let me guess. Juro's still upset that Ryu never showed up?"

"No, he came after everyone else was gone. It's just that Ryu should have felt secure enough to show up before hand. Juro's upset that his parents make Ryu's confidence nearly extinct and that it's affecting their relationship as brothers. Ryu can do anything, start his own business, make himself a millionaire from dirt, but he can't go to a stupid fuckin' birthday party for lack of nerve. It's a family trial, really. But back to you and Yohji…"

Ken looked at a far wall, his eyes blank. "There is no me and Yohji." It was the first time he had admitted that fact to himself out loud in utter trueness. It didn't burn as much as he thought it would, but it did ache.

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Yohji circled around the gallery, looking at the same damn stuff that he'd seen just ten minutes ago. [Where the hell is Ken? I'm so bored. I wanna go home.] He began to look for his housemate and almost instantly, he recognized the young boy's figure, trotting down the stairs with Omi who was carrying yet another gift bouquet in his arms. [Yes, he looks ready to go. Finally,] Yohji thought to himself. [Maybe now we can finish what we started earlier.]

Ken approached Yohji with a faint smile. "Ready to go home?" he asked.

"More than you know."

"Goodnight you guys. Oh yeah, and take some of these with you, please. I've got enough of them to put a flower shop to shame," said Omi as he handed Ken the bouquet of roses he'd been holding."

"Have a good night, Omi," said Ken. He drew Omi into a hug and Yohji did the same afterward.

Happy to be out of the building and free! Yohji nearly skipped to the car. Ken climbed into the passenger seat. After firmly clasping his seatbelt he took time out to smell the bushel of red roses. Upon reaching home, Ken found a vase to put them in and sat the arrangement on the kitchen table. Yohji watched as his friend did so. Satisfied with his work, Ken retired to his room to change into some nightclothes and use his computer before bed.

As Ken typed at his keyboard, he heard his bedroom door creak open. He spun around slowly in his chair and was astonished to see Yohji leaning in the doorway. Ordinarily, the older man's presence wouldn't have surprised him, but Yohji's sudden choice of wardrobe was definitely eye opening. He was dressed a black silk robe; unlike the one he wore at Club Kyoto. This robe was slightly longer and more beautiful, definitely more expensive. The sash was undone and the opening was parted, exposing Yohji's body. Naked body to be exact. In one hand, the older boy held a rose that he'd taken from Ken's bouquet and was seductively brushing his chest with the petals. It made Ken blush immensely. He'd only seen this done in movies and always thought it was rather corny but this…this was intriguing.

"Join me in my room for some sake?" Yohji questioned with a full smile. His jade eyes glimmered at Ken and the younger boy felt powerless to fight against a familiar feeling in his groin.

Ken parted his lips to speak but no words came out. He was still trying to think of a response. Yohji advanced from the doorway toward his roommate. "Don't tell me you're not in the mood."

"For sake?" Ken barely uttered.

"For whatever," Yohji breathed. He moved close enough for Ken to accept the rose from his hand. The younger boy took it gingerly and in a low voice, he said…

"I'm afraid I'll have to pass."

The grin on Yohji's face disappeared. Rejected again. Something was up. He just couldn't put his finger on it yet. There was no way in hell that Hidaka would turn him away twice, unless by some sort of scheme or motive. Ken was never one to turn away any of Yohji's advances unless if absolutely necessary. "Well, if you change your mind…" Yohji said with a grin. He walked out of the room just as seductively as he'd come in and trotted back to his bedroom.

Ken exhaled. He'd been holding his breath for a while after giving Yohji his last response. It'd taken a lot of will power to deny the… "sake" that the older boy had offered but it was about time he started pushing Yohji away some. Minus the dissatisfaction of his unfulfilled desire to touch and fondle every curve of Yohji's body and to hear his harsh breath in the heat of sex, Ken still felt pretty good. He returned his attention back to the computer screen and continued his business. Suddenly, he stopped. That little distraction, also known as his roommate, completely made him forget what he was doing. After pondering for a moment he finally realized the task he'd been after. He started to fidget and shift in his chair, looking from his computer to the door way and back again.

[Ah, what the hell. What's a little sake? If things get too heated, I can always just come back to my room.] With that thought behind him, Ken got out of his chair and started his way toward Yohji's room.

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After coming from Ken's room, Yohji entered his own and locked the door behind himself. He hung up his robe on a hook at the back of the door and walked over to his night table, where he poured himself some wine. He drank it swiftly before setting the tumbler back down.

"Ah, good stuff," he said out loud and sat on his bed.

Yohji spread his legs and gazed at his half hardened cock. After sighing to himself he looked at his right hand with amusement. "Guess it's just you and me tonight, huh?" Smiling to himself he closed his eyes and smoothed his hand down from his navel to the base of his penis. Slowly, he stroked up and down the shaft. All the while imagining that someone else was touching him.

Knock. Knock.

Yohji's eyes darted open and a brazen smile drew across his face. He got out of bed quickly and put his robe back on. After all, presentation is everything. Then, just as sexily as ever, Yohji opened the door to Ken.

"I think I'll have some of that sake now," said Ken. Yohji allowed him in the door and shut it behind them. Ken poured himself the wine before turning to Yohji. "Would you like me to pour you some too?"

"Hai, of course."

Ken handed Yohji his drink. "How `bout I make a toast," Ken proposed. "Here's to our friendship."

"And here's to orgasms," Yohji said just as Ken took a sip of wine. The younger boy nearly spit it out again as the words attacked his brain. He tried to smile.

"Funny," Ken said, trying to laugh a little. He wanted to make light of the statement but Yohji's bedroom eyes let him know that this was no laughing matter. It was a sexual one.

Yohji sat himself on the bed and Ken took a seat in a nearby chair. The older boy sucked at his lower and toyed with his hair. His robe was slipping from his shoulders and Ken suddenly realized that coming here might be the death of him. "That chair couldn't possibly be as comfortable as this bed. Why don't you come sit over here with me?"

"Oh, don't worry about me. I don't plan to stay long anyway. I just wanted a quick drink."

"How `bout a quick fuck to go along with it?"

"Why does this sound like a two for one deal?" Ken mumbled.

"Why are you playing hard to get?! Now you come over here and sit your ass down!"

Ken rose promptly and reseated himself on Yohji's bed. Yohji could be very intimidating at times and this was definitely one of those times. Keeping in mind that he should try his best not to heed Yohji's charms, Ken swore his legs must have moved him to his current position involuntarily. The tone in Yohji's voice had him so shaken up that he couldn't even remember leaving the chair. His memory could have also been overthrown by the fact that his pants were getting a little tight because his rebellious penis was snubbing his brain in attempt to get closer to Yohji.

"Good boy, Ken-kun." Yohji scooted closer the younger man and was definitely unprepared for the manner in which Ken responded. "Aggh…" Ken leaped at Yohji and pinned him to the bed. He had to touch the older man, had to embrace him and inhale his scent. If he could not hold Yohji's heart then, at least he could have the older man's body. Ken knew that Yohji still hadn't really had sex with Aya yet and somehow it felt like a small victory to be able to enter the older man's body before that damn redhead ever got the chance to. So upon latching his roommate to the bed, Ken had already decided that Yohji was taking it up the ass tonight, no excuses.

Ken held Yohji tightly and the two kissed with desperation. Their tongues did battle for dominance and Ken won every time. With no words spoken, Yohji already knew that Ken was in charge this time around. The younger boy was acting a lot more animalistic and forceful than in their previous encounter.

Yohji felt butterflies in his stomach. He was definitely in the mood for hard sex and Ken seemed more than willing to provide it. Yohji ventured his hands underneath Ken's shirt and begged for him to take it off. Ken left the bed to drop his pants and remove the shirt. Yohji slipped out of his robe and threw it into the chair that Ken had been sitting in. The younger boy walked over to Yohji's dresser and opened the top drawer. After searching for a moment or so, he found some lubricant. Ken smiled to himself as he walked back to the bed. Yohji was sprawled out, pumping his shaft as he watched Ken return. After dropping the lube onto the nightstand, he younger boy hopped back on the bed enthusiastically. Yohji drew him close and kissed him again. The older man clenched Ken's buttocks with his left hand and swept his fingers through the cleft of his ass. He rubbed over the space between Ken's anus and his balls.

"Ooh," Ken whimpered. He tried to press himself further onto Yohji's hand. Sweetly, Yohji fingered the outside of Ken's hole. "Mhm…ooh!" The younger man realized that he was becoming too submissive, so he reached for Yohji's cock and squeezed it lightly.

"Uh, uh!" Yohji breathed. Ken focused his thumb and fingers over the dripping head of Yohji's swollen penis. But as he did so, Yohji began to press harder against Ken's opening. Letting the older boy go much further would lead him to believe that Ken was going to be the receiver again so the younger man took Yohji's hand away from his ass and placed it between his legs. They stayed in this position fondling and groping for a while.

Confident that he'd regained his dominance, Ken released his hand from Yohji's cock. He licked this fingers clean and pulled the older boy into his arms. He kissed Yohji's jaw line and led his mouth to the older man's neck. His soft lips worshiped the smooth skin thoroughly and he darted out his tongue to lick it. Yohji growled from the effect and Ken closed his eyes as his kissing became harsher and more passion filled. Opening his eyes again, Ken swept a hand into Yohji's hair to push the long locks away and give his lips better access to the older boy's neck.

Suddenly, Ken's mouth stopped moving so rapidly. His eyes had become too fixated on a familiar mark left on Yohji's skin. The bruise hypnotized him as his mind envisioned that same damn redhead sucking on the older boy's neck. He swallowed hard and his gut clenched. Yohji noticed the difference in his performance.

"Ken, why'd you stop? This feels too good to stop," Yohji said giggling. Ken flushed his eyes of the mental picture he'd conjured of Fujimiya-san. He still had some work to do and that work being to mark his territory. Pushing Yohji away from him slightly, he reached for the tube of lubricant on the nightstand. "Awe, no more foreplay?" Yohji whined innocently.

"Spread your legs," Ken said huskily. Yohji opened his thighs wide and repositioned himself to give Ken full access to his hole. Ken slicked his fingers with lube and moved in close to Yohji's body. He held one hand on Yohji's right hip and the other sought out his entrance. Ken massaged the puckered opening and won many moans and many whimpers from Yohji's mouth. Watching Yohji writhe with excitement, he pushed an inch of his finger inside.

"Oh, god," Yohji panted. "More, please." Upon request, Ken pushed the rest of his finger in up to the knuckle and started to move it in and out. Shortly afterward he entered a second finger and a third just after that. Yohji noticed that Ken was going a little fast for his anal comfort but there had been a change in Ken's attitude from the beginning and if the younger boy wanted it rough than Yohji was willing to take him on.

Ken continued to finger Yohji and loosen his hole. The older boy hissed each time Ken's fingers brushed over his prostate, which was frequent. "Oh, please Ken, I'm ready. Take me now." As if he hadn't heard the words at all, Ken continued to work his fingers around the slippery opening. "Please, please Ken!" After delighting his fingertips inside the hole a moment more he released them from it. Yohji shivered from the loss.

"Turn over," said Ken in a low voice. "Turn over and get on your hands and knees. I'm gonna fuck you from the back." Yohji did as he was told and waited in anticipation. Ken spread some more lube onto his fingers and slicked them over his angry cock. It was weeping tears of pre-cum and the drops were swept over to add into the lubricant. Ken came behind Yohji and pressed the head of his penis to Yohji's hole. He rubbed it over the site teasingly and Yohji tried to better present himself to Ken's manhood by shifting a little. The younger boy slowly stuck the tip of his penis into his friend's entrance.

"So good," Yohji said under his breath. Unexpectedly, Ken pushed the entire shaft inside. "Ahh!" Yohji growled. The younger man had schemed to make this night his own. Yohji smiled to himself. He was enjoying being dominated and the added bit of pain with his pleasure was a bonus.

Soon enough, Ken began to move in and out. As he did so, his mind wandered back to Yohji's new little acquaintance. The thought made him frustrated and so he began to move a little faster in effort to forget it all. But his mind wouldn't allow him to escape from the vision of Yohji and the Aya, cock to mouth. Still trying to block out any images of the redhead, Ken held onto Yohji's hips and began to thrust faster.

"Ken…slow down, that hurts." The younger boy cringed inwardly. He was beginning to feel angry. All he wanted was the damn picture in his head gone. His jealousy factor increased and so did how many times he pounded into Yohji's ass. The older boy hissed in discomfort. "C'mon take it easy." He couldn't understand why the younger boy wasn't heeding his words. "Ow," Yohji groaned. "Enough. Stop."

The younger boy snapped back into focus and dismounted from his roommate. He waited for Yohji's response. The older man looked mad. He had a fierce scowl on his face. "Why the fuck didn't you slow down the first time I asked you? It should have never gotten to the point where I had to demand that you stop screwing me!" Yohji looked into Ken's eyes. There was an anger behind them that he could not name. Yohji calmed down. "Do you understand me?" Ken nodded.

Ken took Yohji by the hand. "Gomen nasai, Yohji-kun. My head was someplace else. I wouldn't intentionally hurt you like that."

"I know, I know. But I'm still shaken up. Believe it or not, that scared me." Ken kissed Yohji's hand.

"Gomen."

"You have really been out of it lately, you know that?" Ken nodded slowly. "Can I have a hug?" Ken opened his arms and embraced Yohji. "Well…I would suggest that we start over but thanks to someone, my ass is really sore right now," Yohji said with amusement. Ken closed his eyes and sighed with embarrassment. He couldn't believe what had happened.

"Well, good night then." He stood up from the bed and started to collect his clothes.

"You don't have to leave. You can stay in here tonight," Yohji suggested. Ken shook his head.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He went back to his room and settled into bed.

Meanwhile, Yohji put his robe back on and cleared up the wine on his nightstand by taking the bottle back to the kitchen. He wanted to go into Ken's room and spend the night but it looked like the younger boy just wanted some time to be alone and think. Yohji sighed and headed back to his own room. On the way, he looked at Ken's bedroom door. "Pleasant dreams."

*This chapter dedicated to Pagoda.*