Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Feeling Like a Fool ❯ Abyssinian’s Need, Siberian’s Struggle ( Chapter 5 )

Title: Feeling Like a Fool [chapter 5 of 6]

 

Book 2 of the Realizations Arc

 

Author: Enigma (also known as “E-sama the Llama”)

 

Series: Weiss Kreuz

 

Rating: NC-17

 

Pairing for Lemon: Aya x Ken

 

Warnings: Yaoi, angst, violence, bloodshed, coarse language, past abuse, sexual triangle (Yohji/Ken/Aya), rough sex, detailed lemon. AU-OOC.

 

Disclaimer: “Weiss Kreuz” is the property of Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. All original characters, including Hanagawa Reiko, Kenji-kun, “Christie”, the unnamed drug dealer, etc. © Enigma, 2007. This unauthorized work of unpaid fanfiction is intended for entertainment only.

 

//internal thoughts//

 

 

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During the eulogy-less, undignified procession that had occurred as they dragged the drug dealer's corpse to the dumpster, Ken's vigilant eyes had spotted what could only have been considered a true godsend now that their next course of action was obvious.

 

On the corner a block down from the one where Omi had successfully lured an utter lowlife to his death was an old furniture store whose neon “Welcome” sign had long since been extinguished. A public notice posted on one of the huge plate-glass windows declared a much more recent foreclosure which had been overdue in coming. Hence the contents of the shop had yet to be ravaged by the desperate populace of this underprivileged corner of Tokyo.

 

“C'mon!” Ken urged even as he stepped away from Aya's grasping hands long enough to seize a purple polyester-clad arm and basically drag him in the direction of the furniture store.

 

As soon as he understood what was intended, Aya stopped resisting and instead took the lead as they dashed to the location of their next stolen interlude.

 

Skidding to a halt in front of a pair of ornately carved, wooden doors whose age was manifest in their exquisite craftsmanship, Ken scowled at the immense padlock that bound thick chains intended to deter people like themselves who might wish to break in.

 

“Damnit!” Ken swore under his breath and then added, “Sorry in advance for the noise.”

 

Without waiting for permission or advice to the contrary, he leaned back and delivered a very solid, very deadly booted kick to the lock which broke off taking with it the primary door handles and then skittered away into the darkness. The chain followed with a musical clanking which attracted the unwanted attention of the eyes of the homeless who had wisely stayed out of sight throughout the earlier conflict.

 

With a bitterly complaining creak after being unused for so very long, one of the doors slowly swung open.

 

Musty air exhaled from the doorway bringing with it dust, mouse hair, and other unclean elements that made Ken's nose itch, but that didn't stop him from immediately dragging Aya into the store.

 

The two young men made their way through the gloom to the back of the store where various bed frames complete with mattresses had faithfully remained on display for shoppers who had long since stopped coming by. When they found one that still had a set of linens on it which could be torn aside to reveal a surface uncontaminated by dust and worse, they immediately began to undress.

 

Since the exterior walls of the store were almost nothing but windows, there was more, albeit dim, illumination filling the cavernous room than one might expect. The bed they had chosen was spotlighted by a zebra-striped set of beams all radiating from a single nearby streetlamp and fighting their way past a group of calligraphic holiday sale signs from several years in the past.

 

As always, not another word had been spoken by Aya and this didn't change as his “Disco Pimp” costume was summarily tossed aside as quickly as humanly possible.

 

The gaudy wine-colored trousers and jacket were left in a heap on the filthy floor. They were guaranteed to be unfit for future use at the rate he was going and that was fine by him. As for the raspberry beret, well, it somehow was lost entirely, but at least his boxer briefs found a safe haven from the filth by resting on top of the hideous paisley shirt.

 

More aware of the situation than his partner was but only moderately more careful, Ken hurriedly pulled off his boots, dropping them onto the floor carelessly. The small dust cloud this kicked up made him sneeze.

 

Ignoring the intense itch in his nose, he quickly set aside the now malfunctioning bugnuks before tearing off the infamous orange sweatshirt which had gained new uses recently. Next to go was his usual battle ensemble of jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket. Aware that he'd have to put them back on for the ride home, he carefully placed them atop the bedspread which had kept the mattress from becoming unusable.

 

Despite the fact that he'd been sprayed by the contents of an unnamed villain's abdominal cavity mere minutes earlier, there was no reason to make a bad situation worse.

 

As his fingertips reached for and then removed his crotch-binding tighty-whiteys, he felt a pang of guilt stab his confused heart, yet he moved forward all the same. His intense desire to settle things between his two intimate partners would simply have to wait until they could all sit down together and rationally discuss the problem.

 

Trying not to let thoughts of Yohji distract him from the man who desperately needed him right then and there, Ken was about to take off his goggles when he unexpectedly found himself forcibly thrown to the bed instead.

 

“Aya! Hold up for a second!” Ken protested even as the nude Weiss field leader pinned him down and resumed his earlier assault on his mouth. Not waiting for a reply, the teen squirmed mightily and escaped from beneath the willowy twenty year old who uttered an irritated snarl even as Ken explained, “I've got something to make this… well, to make it better!”

 

Dissatisfied with the delay yet unwilling to break his silence to say so, Aya remained reticent even as he enjoyed the sudden image of Ken's untanned, naked ass spotlighted in the air as he bent to retrieve a small jar of lubricant that he'd wisely tucked into an inside jacket pocket several missions earlier. Considering the way things had gone recently for him with both Abyssinian and Balinese initiating sexual encounters in strange places, it was a very reasonable precaution.

 

As he'd reached for the lube, his fingers brushed against the previously unneeded headset which was concealed there as well. With a slight shrug, he pulled it out and tossed it atop the pile of clothes that he'd just left behind.

 

Siberian certainly doubted that his other teammates would have further reason to contact them---Yohji and Omi were safely on their way home at that very moment---but you never know. Accidents, and worse, do indeed happen even to wily florist/assassins.

 

As Ken turned back to face the younger of his two partners, he realized that it was the first time that Aya had shown him the courtesy of undressing fully before sex. As chilling as this thought may have been, however, the sight of his long, slender limbs arrayed upon the bed in an effortlessly enticing manner and highlighted by the streetlamp's filtered glare took Ken's breath away.

 

A dark red eartail coursed down the side of the slightly older man's neck looking far too much like blood for a moment. In spite of their obvious shared need for release, Ken was temporarily frozen by the simple fact that Aya was not only beautiful this way but that he actually seemed more human than ever. More frail as well, but that was a concern for other more sentient moments.

 

With a throaty growl to indicate his impatience, Aya wordlessly commanded the apparently hesitant brunette to hurry up and join him on the bed. As he did so, one long-fingered hand began to pump his own straining erection in an erotic manner which caused Ken's own arousal to pulse with need. Such pale almost ghostly fingertips caressing such a dark and angry shaft of flesh only made the shimmering scarlet curls hiding in the darkness seem all the more alluring.

 

“Um, yeah, right,” Ken agreed even as he scrambled back onto the bed.

 

Refusing the sudden urge to take the enticingly wet tip of Aya's cock straight into his mouth for only the second time, Ken forced himself to sit cross-legged on the mattress for a moment. Ignoring the way this left his own bare crotch seductively exposed to the rays of light poking through the darkness, he offered the small container to the man that he unerringly knew needed to be in control.

 

When Aya simply glared at the lubricant with a puzzled expression, Ken hurried to explain, “This is lube. If you use some on your fingers to loosen me up first and then some on your dick, it'll feel better for both of us.”

 

Detesting his own ignorance yet not willing to actually verbalize it, Aya simply took the little jar, unscrewed the lid and then sniffed the contents cautiously. As he did so, the unmistakable aroma of cocoa butter filled the air. The simple act of dipping several fingertips into the thick goo which had already been warmed by Ken's body heat during the brief battle and subsequent exertion intensified the look of hunger in his eyes.

 

While Aya inexpertly smeared even more of the fragrant lubricant onto his fingers, Ken was busy arranging himself for easy access on the bed.

 

In the back of his mind, the teen worried briefly if his partner would be able to tell that this wasn't his first sexual encounter of what was turning into a very long Thursday. He feared an outburst of jealousy or other negative reaction that might make a potentially difficult situation even worse.

 

As it turned out, his afternoon trysts with Yohji had been sufficiently removed in time that only someone as experienced as the former playboy would ever have been able to tell that he'd shared intimacy with someone already that day. Someone as lacking in basic knowledge as Aya clearly was wouldn't have known without being told, and therefore this wasn't even an issue at this point.

 

After placing himself at an angle to Aya so that his entrance was more than visible as well as joyously accessible, Ken swallowed hard and then leaned back on his elbows patiently waiting for his woefully inexperienced seme to begin.

 

Without the painful past which had stripped him of an understanding that he was truly loveable and shouldn't need to be so damned blatant all the time, Ken might have been more shy about this particular lesson. However, he felt he wasn't entitled to be coy and it would presumably take Yohji an awful lot of work in the future to convince him otherwise.

 

Erotically exposed as he now was, Ken's proud erection rose up begging to be touched but this was one unspoken request that would be denied.

 

Whether deliberate or merely an oversight, throughout what was to come as it had been in their few other rendezvous, not once would Aya grant him the courtesy of fondling him or even giving his cock a few sturdy tugs prior to climax. Either would have been better than neither, yet it was simply not meant to be.

 

A quiet, often unheard voice in the back of Aya's mind tried to warn him to be gentle, but it was overruled by the raging libido which had truly broken free for only the fourth time in his young life. With nothing else to go by, he assessed the thickness of his own cock compared to that of his fingers and thus simply plunged several fingers practically to their limit inside Ken's ass with one thrust.

 

Overwhelmed by the agonizingly abrupt and far too broad initial penetration, Ken winced visibly as he sprang upright enough to reach down to grab the wrist of the hand that was impaling him so harshly.

 

The former goalkeeper's powerful grip was strong enough to break bones and had once even choked the life out of a miscreant who had dared to injure one of his teammates. Yet in this case, he simply tried to immobilize Aya long enough for the intense pain to subside. The fact that he did so without leaving even a hint of a bruise was a testament to his abiding dedication to the scarlet-haired man who seemed to take him for granted so callously.

 

With his breathing ragged and his eyes tightly clenched in agony, two changes that were entirely lost on his partner who was blinded by pure lust at this point, Ken spoke not a word to discourage this rough treatment until after he'd caught his breath.

 

Once he had done so, weary brown eyes opened once more as he murmured, “Yeah, sorta like that.” For the first time, burning amethyst eyes finally tore themselves from the dark space where fingers delved between buttocks and Ken offered a tired smile as he urged, “But go slow, okay? Otherwise you might rip me open with those sharp nails of yours instead of just getting me ready.”

 

To his credit, this admonishment brought Aya up short mentally and finally allowed the small, cautionary voice in his mind to be heard even though part of what it was suggesting was a markedly shorter manicure in the near future. His tendency to have atypically long fingernails wasn't anything that he had given much thought to since it seemed to impact no one except himself, but that would change.

 

With a wordless grunt, he acknowledged the advice. As the regrettable agony which had suffused his lover's face slowly faded away, Aya felt that he could resume this strange new task albeit with greater care than what he'd shown previously.

 

Breathing easier, Ken leaned back onto his elbows again, consciously spread his thighs even more widely and urged quietly, “Do it, Aya.” As he forced himself to relax in the hopes of making this easier to take, his own neglected arousal spasmed slightly and drew lavender eyes straight to it as he said softly, “Stroke me inside or just twist your fingers around some. It'll make it easier to fit all of your cock in soon.”

 

With a nod that caused the long golden dangle hanging from his left ear to glimmer in the striated light wending its way through the dirty panes of plate glass, Aya followed Ken's instructions.

 

The utter lack of knowledge of foreplay was only beginning to be made up for as he still rushed the process far too much, but for Ken even a small amount of preparation was paradise compared to the violence of their first union. Their second, the misbegotten oral sex incident which remained somewhat shrouded in mystery certainly hadn't involved any. Neither had their third which had been a hurried affair with Ken bent over the hood of Aya's car, his pants barely low enough to allow penetration by Abyssinian who was still caught up in a killer's high after a successful mission.

 

Another unforgivable aspect of the few times that Aya had acted upon his long repressed sexual urges was that he'd never once engaged Ken in a position that allowed him to see his face as they did what he ignorantly characterized as making love. Now, finally, he could actually watch for signs of either pleasure or pain as they had sex. This simple change might make a world of difference if he could just keep his urgent desires harnessed long enough to do so.

 

Since he simply didn't know that someone could enjoy being aroused by being stretched or even that it would enhance the ending of their merger, Aya hurriedly and inexpertly rammed his fingers in and out of Ken far less than he should have. Yet it was enough to bring sweet moans of pleasure to the brunette's lips.

 

Tearing his staring eyes from the few glistening droplets of precum beginning to weep from his lover's arousal, Aya caught his first glimpse of the transcendent beauty that sensual play could grant even to someone as careworn as Ken was at this point. Despite his inability to process this information fully at that exact moment, the heady vision that filled his awareness as he peered through the dimness of the old furniture store would stay with him for a very long time.

 

Lying there impaled by Aya's own hand and responding to Aya's own invading fingers was a young man whose toned, muscular body was singing with need for him alone. As one thrust sank infinitesimally deeper than the others, Ken tossed his head back slightly, moaning deep in his throat even as a vagrant beam of light reflected from the lenses of the goggles which remained perched upon his brow.

 

Tiny trickles of sweat raced down the sides of the teen's neck before spilling themselves across his pectorals. One droplet lingered upon an erect nipple, glistening beckoningly for a man who failed to appreciate its silent plea. Lower still, magnificent abs contracted and relaxed in rhythmic waves as his lover felt the moderate joy of being even inexpertly prepared to be claimed. Even his muscular thighs trembled slightly as he welcomed the intense sensations all the while trying to disregard the pain that came with them.

 

If he had been truly sentient, all of this should have reminded Aya precisely why he'd spent long nights wishing for this very thing. Of course, he wasn't sentient at all and that added an air of tragic sadness to what might have been a joyous union under other circumstances.

 

This myriad of experiences flashed by in mere minutes and then, far too slowly for Aya yet much too quickly for Ken, the moment of desperation approached.

 

Chocolate brown irises were almost lost to arousal enlarged pupils as Ken began to respond by pushing back against the invaders which never once even came close to his prostate.

 

For Aya, there was an animalistic desire to drive his fingers in further which his own ignorance kept him from understanding, yet the panting sweat-sheened face that peered back at him when he finally dared to look Ken in the eye sealed their fates.

 

With a sound somewhere between a growl and a moan, Aya suddenly yanked his previously slippery hand free of Ken's clasping heat, his nails tearing delicate inner walls as he did so. Ignorantly, he smeared the cocoa butter rich lubricant across the bare surface of the mattress before Ken overcame this newest tiny agony and gasped, “Wait, Aya, please! More lube!”

 

Barely able to find his voice, Aya rasped in complaint, “More?”

 

It was the first word that he'd spoken since his angry dismissal of his rival and their teammate long before he and his lover had arrived at the point they were at now. Of course, his natural reticence was one of his greatest weaknesses, but at the moment, the one suffering horribly because of it begged, “Yes, more!”

 

Ken's torment due to his younger partner's cruel silent treatment was certainly not limited to the few times that they'd shared what passed for intimacy between them.

 

If only Aya had been more forthcoming about why he was so unfamiliar with the rites of passion or even if he'd simply acknowledged that he appreciated Ken for so much more than what they were sharing at that precise moment, they would both have suffered less. But he didn't and thus they continued to flounder.

 

Desperate to avoid another painful joining with the swordsman who had been unselfconsciously stroking his own cock the entire time that he'd been preparing his lover to receive it, Ken quickly reached for the forgotten jar where it lay nearby.

 

Scooping up some of the aromatic goo which he then painted onto Aya's pulsing shaft and broad head with rapid strokes brought forth a healthy spurt of precum. The thick gob landed squarely on Ken's crotch where it glistened as it dripped down through the mat of coarse brown hairs, eventually leaving a slick, shimmering drizzle over his scrotum.

 

Once satisfied that he'd done all that he could to insure that the two of them had a more satisfying screw than any that they had experienced thus far, Ken positioned himself flat on his back, then reached down and grasped his own thighs pulling them up and out. This parted his buttocks invitingly while fully exposing the slick pucker which just that afternoon had bidden Yohji an equally enthusiastic welcome.

 

Guided by instinctual impulses, Aya positioned himself above his lover and began to simply shove the tip of his cock at the hole as he had done each time before. The lack of guidance, however, simply meant more frustration until Ken wisely reached between them, grasped the throbbing erection firmly, and then fed it into his own body.

 

A gasp escaped Aya's lips as the wide, flanged head of his penis sank past the initial resistance before plunging readily into the prepared channel. The sensation of gently pulsing muscles which greeted him inside was something that he'd not taken the time to feel before primarily because of his own blind desire for speed and intensity.

 

This time, however, he found the restraint to pause long enough to enjoy it. As he gazed at Ken's half-shuttered eyes and infinitely erotic facial expression, he discovered why this position held such sway with so many men.

 

Allowing his natural urges to dictate his actions, Aya withdrew ever so slightly and then pressed into the jackknifed, submissive body beneath him even harder, sliding deeper as Ken moaned his pleasure. This action repeated itself in a quickly building rhythm as drives as ancient as time itself took control.

 

The musty air of the abandoned furniture store rang with the slap of flesh against flesh as the pair clawed their way to ecstasy together.

 

At some point, Ken's legs wrapped themselves around Aya's waist to give himself better leverage and thereby allow him to keep pushing his partner's cock deeper still in search of the small treasure that he knew was there but Aya did not.

 

Ken's efforts were for nothing, though, and climax hit the swordsman before the teen below him was truly ready.

 

Gritting his teeth and refusing to cry out even in rapture, Aya's spine stiffened as he came, emptying gushes of hot seed into Ken's bowels.

 

The old familiar feeling of wetness washing through him triggered the younger man's climax thanks to Kase's abusive training despite the fact that his own erection hadn't received so much as a feathery brush of encouragement to reach completion.

 

With an unintelligible shout, Ken cried out relief, pleasure, and some small amount of disappointment even as his own seed flung itself all over Aya's chest and stomach in pearlescent pulses. The splashes of ejaculate hung on the pale flesh unnoticed before spilling down and leaving slick trails as well as their pungent aroma, something that combined nicely with the scent of cocoa butter surrounding them both.

 

The resultant crush of powerful contractions around Aya's cock intensified his reaction and wrung the last of his release from him all too quickly. Shortly thereafter, he simply collapsed.

 

For a brief, incredibly sweet moment, Aya rested in Ken's strong arms while lost in the mind-numbing joy that came from what was easily the most intensely satisfying orgasm that he'd ever experienced.

 

Both young men were barely able to draw a decent lungful of air without inhaling dust, yet Ken couldn't have cared less. For that tiny piece of eternity, he held the often untouchable Weiss field leader against his muscular body cradling him warmly while protecting them both from the harshness of the real world.

 

Fearful of what he might have seen in Ken's eyes, Aya's lengthy, sanguine eyelashes had sunk shut thereby concealing whatever expression his amethyst eyes had held. He left them closed even as he pretended to be unaware of how desperately he needed what Ken was giving him in the pair's first ever post-coital embrace.

 

Granted, the sex had indeed been better this time than during any of their previous couplings. This sudden feeling of total kindness which verged on unconditional acceptance, however, was almost overpowering for someone who doubted he deserved even the smallest measure of it.

 

Sorrowfully, Ken's feelings weren't much different even as they panted for air while continuing to spiral back down from the heights of pleasure.

 

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To be continued…