Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Feeling Like a Fool ❯ From Heaven to Hell in a Heartbeat ( Chapter 6 )

Title: Feeling Like a Fool [chapter 6 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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If the warmth of their shared moment of afterglow had lasted more than mere seconds, it might have allowed Aya and Ken to finally confront at least a few of their demons. Unfortunately, the sweet interlude was utterly devastated by a most unwelcome sound instead of being allowed to continue in peace.

 

“Siberian!” Ken's headset crackled noisily to life as Omi's voice cried out worriedly.

 

The sound was tinny and the words hard to make out since they emanated from the single earpiece where it nestled in Ken's battle gear. Quiet though it was, this whisper-soft interruption was still more than enough to destroy the mood when the pair on the borrowed bed belatedly made out his pleas for a response.

 

“Siberian?!” Bombay's muted pleas sounded desperate as he begged, “Is Abyssinian still with you?!?”

 

“Oh, fuck,” Ken groaned as he realized what that buzzing noise had been which had just ruined a perfectly wonderful post-coital moment.

 

Aya grunted in apparent agreement and the utter disgust in his wordless comment told Ken that he wasn't the only one regretting the interruption.

 

“I should go see what he wants,” Ken sighed yet made no move to do so considering the fact that the other man's body and his own were still locked together intimately.

 

Without warning and before Ken could even prepare for it, Aya snapped his hips back thereby jerking his half-hard cock from where it had nestled so comfortably. The brutal act born of simple ignorance was much too sudden and harsh considering how tender the earlier moments were, comparatively speaking.

 

It took every ounce of fortitude that Ken could call upon not to cry out in pain or outrage at this newest insult to his body.

 

While the brunette struggled for control to avoid an unseemly show of tears or worse, Omi's worried voice could be heard over some unspecified background noise as he begged, “Please, Ken-kun, answer me!” Even as the aching teen rolled to his side and then staggered off the bed before reaching for the device, he added as though speaking to someone close by, “Yohji-kun! I don't think they're receiving us!”

 

Not using a microphone of his own for some as yet unspecified reason, Yohji's angry retort which Ken couldn't quite make out as he lunged for the headset indicated that the former private investigator had an unerringly correct assessment of what was going on.

 

Fear and regret filled big brown eyes even as Ken rushed to yank the headset into position. He failed initially when he ran afoul of the goggles that he had unintentionally worn the entire time he was having sex with Aya. With an inaudible curse, he finally got the headset in place, activated the microphone, and answered hurriedly, “Bombay, this is Siberian. I read you loud and clear.”

 

“Oh, thank heavens!” Omi breathed a sigh of relief even as Yohji demanded to know where the hell Ken was and what the fuck was he doing. Apparently forgetting that Ken was now listening, Omi hissed, “Stop that, Yohji-kun! You can quarrel with him later! Right now I need to tell them to meet us for our next assignment ASAP!”

 

A harsh beam from one of the nearby streetlamps splashed across Ken's naked, sweaty body where he stood mortified by his presumed appearance as well as feeling quite foolish while his friends contended with one another far away. The painful sensation of hot, blood-tinged cum beginning to slowly ooze out of his slightly damaged insides didn't help matters even as he turned away from Aya while demanding, “*What* mission, Bombay?! Didn't we just take out the target for tonight?! I thought we were done!”

 

For a moment, Ken was so tangled up in his own feelings of embarrassment mixed with disappointment that he wouldn't have a chance to try to settle some issues with Aya that he never heard the redhead leave the sodden mattress and begin dressing. How he missed the disgusted noises evoked as the utterly loathsome purple leisure suit was donned once more is uncertain.

 

Before this untimely interruption, there had even been a vague thought in Ken's mind that if he and Aya could pursue a second round sexually, perhaps he could further educate the man who obviously knew precious little about true intimacy.

 

Due to the wetness slowly seeping from Ken's own aching ass, the wish to teach his inept partner more about kindness as well as technique rose up in his mind again now. The minor internal scratches incurred earlier were nothing compared to what he'd suffered at Kase's hands, yet he felt confident they could help Aya understand why being more gentle was important. Fate, however, had no intention of granting them such a luxurious courtesy and Ken was utterly crestfallen because of it.

 

Distracted by a sudden pulse of need from his crotch in response to an imagined additional seduction, Ken missed something important and had to resort to a rather weak deception to cover it.

 

“Um, say again, Bombay?” Ken cringed since he wasn't good at falsification, yet he lied anyway as he added, “The signal here sucks and I missed that last bit….?”

 

“Ken-kun!!” Omi's voice had a sense of urgency that he'd not expected, but then he heard a loud tanker truck's air horn trumpeting angrily followed by a painfully familiar squeal of tires. Clearly Yohji was behind the wheel once more even as the younger blond insisted, “I said: We're on the way to the Sumida River! We need you and Abyssinian to hurry and meet us in the Old Dock district!”

 

“What the hell?!” Ken's unintelligent response was understandable. Even though sex with Aya hadn't been as good as what it was with Yohji, it still left his mind muzzy and the prospect of heading right back into battle with such fuzziness was unappealing at best. Worse, his body craved a more satisfying orgasm, but that would have to wait.

 

To Ken's great horror and extreme discomfort, it wasn't Bombay's voice which provided the further instructions.

 

“Listen to me, Si-ber-i-an,” frighteningly, it wasn't Balinese's mission voice which enunciated each syllable of Ken's codename through obviously clenched teeth as the source of the transmission changed hands. Instead, it was pure, emotionally raw Kudou Yohji who snapped, “I do not know where the *hell* you have been with Abyssinian for the last twenty minutes or what the *fuck* you two have been doing together, but get your damned head out of your ass and tell him we need you both to rendezvous at number 5 of the old Tezuka docks NOW!!!”

 

Ken had cringed when he'd heard his elder partner's rage. Once Yohji had made it abundantly clear that he had more than a vague idea what had delayed them, it helped drain away all of Ken's remaining emotional strength as well as his lingering erection.

 

Totally dejected as well as utterly defeated, Ken sighed deeply. The fragile abuse survivor's heart that he'd already unwisely risked in this dangerous game of separate but equal lovers was beginning to crack as he then replied, “Understood, Balinese. I, well, I'm sorry---“

 

“Don't be sorry, damnit!” Yohji's tone was pleading yet still angry as he ended with, “Just get here and we'll deal with the rest of this crap later!”

 

“Roger,” Ken promised quietly and toggled off his microphone. With a sigh as the microphone at the other end shut off with an angry snap, he closed his eyes for less than an instant before saying, “Aya, we're needed down by the river.”

 

“Who's the target?” Abyssinian's mission voice replied as cold and heartless as ever.

 

Wincing as he realized that he'd neglected this all important detail, Ken glanced hesitantly at the redhead who he had been teaching about lubrication and preparation less then five minutes earlier. To his disappointment, Aya had silently reclaimed the hideous pimp costume and didn't even seem to be the same person who had seemed so human as he'd stretched out naked in the darkness.

 

“I don't know,” Ken admitted softly. The angry rejoinder that he fully expected to receive for his oversight never came and that, somehow, felt even worse.

 

“Where?” Abyssinian demanded while throwing the now filthy pink ascot limply around his neck.

 

“The Old Dock district. Tezuka number 5,” Ken sighed while hurriedly reaching for his own clothes. There simply wasn't time for any post-intercourse clean-up and he didn't even have his tight, white cotton briefs back on before he heard some of the abandoned store's unpleasant filth ground beneath a heel as Aya simply left.

 

Deeply saddened brown eyes followed as the slender figure dressed in wine-colored polyester headed straight for the broken doors at the front of the store and then vanished into the night as silently as ever.

 

//Guess I'm supposed to meet him at the car.//

 

Trying not to be hurt by the potent disrespect implicit in having one's sexual partner get up and leave without a word, Ken drew in a deep, steadying breath only to cough when the newly disturbed dust clogged his lungs. With a shake of his head, he ignored the slight difficulty he had breathing while hastily tugging on the rest of his clothes before following in Aya's wake.

 

In a perfect world, there would have been no danger of being left behind even if Aya was angry with him for neglecting to get all of the pertinent mission information, or worse, for having the audacity to try to teach him what he needed to know about sex. But Ken's world was far from perfect at this point and it just wasn't worth the risk, so he ran to the coupe as well as his lingering exhaustion and soreness would allow.

 

As the pair of mysterious young men vanished into the misty late evening air, the watchful, hidden eyes of the homeless peeked back out. Some had dared to crawl close enough to voyeuristically enjoy their brief tryst, but even they had scuttled back into hiding when things had inexplicably gone wrong.

 

Now that the coast was clear, the area's denizens would swoop in and empty the furniture store of everything they could carry. Thereby giving themselves things to use to make their miserable existences a little better even as they eliminated any DNA evidence the police inquiry into the inevitable looting might have provided. At least Persia wouldn't have to cover up yet another somewhat embarrassing lapse by some of his vigilante operatives for a change.

 

Taking no comfort from this unknown aid, all Ken could think of was the icy voice that had made him feel less than an inch tall the last time that it had spoken to him.

 

//Aya must be pretty pissed at me to dash off like that. Or maybe he just didn't think the sex was any good since it was different this time? I don't know.//

 

Siberian ignored the way his body felt as he dashed from shadow to shadow back to the car where Abyssinian was already in the process of stripping off his garish outfit in favor of deadlier attire. All of his battle gear including his maroon trench coat had been sequestered in a hidden portion of the trunk. After speedily donning the more familiar dark hues of an assassin and freeing his katana from another secret compartment, he'd be more than ready for the fight that was to come.

 

Approaching the car and then wordlessly slipping into the passenger's seat after Aya apparently refused to even look at him, Ken tried not to feel sorry for himself as he summed up his current view of the situation.

 

//This whole shitty night really sucks.//

 

How terribly right he truly was remained to be proven as midnight approached with deadly consequences looming on the horizon. If certain rules could be bent or even broken, they might still salvage something from this challenging day, but there were no guarantees as of this dark nadir.

 

~+~+~ OWARI ~+~+~

 

 

Author's Notes:

 

[1] This story is dedicated the ever faithful Skippyscatt! This lovely soul who values the athleticism and grace of the one and only Hidaka Ken as much as I do is a constant source of encouragement. I can't begin to thank her enough for continuing to feed my muses the ambrosia of positive feedback that they crave.

 

[2] A variety of interesting facts about numerous topics mentioned in this fic are available at Wikipedia. Check there for more on the disturbingly common sexual cannibalism of the praying mantis, the unique design and fascinating history of Ramune bottles, etc.

 

[3] As previously stated, in the real world, safe sex should be practiced at all times. However, the world of “Weiss Kreuz” is one of fantasy and therefore I have decided to exclude the scourge of AIDS and the subsequent need for condoms to avoid it.

 

[4] The Angst Muse from Hell, Melpomene, is responsible for most of this story. My lemon and romance muse, Erato, tried to help add sexy touches in between the pain her sister was causing. With apologies to Abyssinian, my often absent humor muse, Thalia, designed Aya's unique mission attire. Lastly, Calliope, my muse of epics, continues to push her agenda forward and is much appreciated for doing so.

 

[5] The sequel to this story will be entitled “Breaking All the Rules”. Much more about it as well as teasers for the entire arc can be found at e-sama.livejournal.com.