Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Headache ❯ Prologue

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I d~on't o~wn i~t… I don't think you'd want me to.

Warnings: Yaoi, Violence, Squick, Violence, Semi NCS, Angst

Notes: For my neesama, and for Pickles. Just cause I'm weird. And twisted. And yeah…
Ken is 19. 19 DAMMIT!!!! ...There, I've said my piece.

Soundtrack: Ava Adore - Smashing Pumpkins, The Kids Aren't All right - Offspring, Torn Apart -
Stabbing Westward.

Headache
By DragonSoul

Noise.

It pounded around him, a cacophony of voices, music and his own blood thundering in his ears.
Multicoloured light pierced his eyes, disorienting him and confusing his senses. Buzzed with a
mixture of drugs and alcohol that he had consumed in the same drinks, his eyes shifted focus
continuously, objects and people snapping in and out of sharp relief.

Why had he come here again, to this hell of noise and light and heat? Oh yes, because his lover had
suggested it. Where was here though? A club. Yohji had taken them to a club for Omi's eighteenth.
Hadn't he fought it? He couldn't remember through the building headache.

Yohji… Where was the playboy? Dilated pupils surrounded by a ring of electric violet slid across the
club, across the mass of writing dancers, groups of people making out against the walls, and
clusters of druggies at the bar to rest on a lanky chestnut haired man, surrounded by skimpily clad
men and women who seemed bent on seducing him. Yohji's head was tipped back, exposing his
throat as a voluptuous blonde went down on her knees, the mass of bodies hiding her actions while
a tall brunette sucked and bit hungrily at the playboy's pulse point.

Anger and jealousy bubbled through him at the site and his hands clenched, wishing he had a
weapon to go down and kill the people who dared trespass on his territory. Then he'd turn on Yohji
and teach him a lesson he'd never forget, make him beg for mercy and more. A girl still in her teens
and definitely under age to be in the club bounced up to him, batting beglittered eyelids over drug
hazed eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning back to allow him to look straight down
her flimsy top at her cleavage. With a sneer of disgust he pushed her away from him and didn't
notice as she fell into the mass of dancing clubbers, though mosh pit would have been a better
statement. He didn't care if she survived or not. All that mattered was teaching Yohji a lesson, or
finding someone almost as good.

"Having fun, Aya?" He turned at the voice, taking in Ken's alcohol and exertion-flushed face through
a narcotics induced haze. As with all of them, Yohji had insisted upon choosing the brunette's outfit,
which was a definite improvement over Ken's own sense of style. A ripped black t-shirt clung to the
lines of the athlete's chest, glistening gold skin showing through the many tears in the fabric. Shorts
of gleaming black vinyl that would be more at home on the youngest member of the team encased
the chocolate eyed teen's upper thighs and groin, leaving nothing to the imagination while long
muscular legs spread slightly for balance drew even more attention to the area. Perfect. His eyes
swept the club again, weighing his options. Search for Yohji... Or take it out on Ken. There was no
sign of the brunette by the bar, or of his groupies. They had probably disappeared into a back room
to fuck each other senseless, but he no longer cared. He had Ken. "Well? Are you having fun?" Ken
smiled at him, sliding one well toned arm around his neck and pulled him towards the dance floor.
"Dance with me, Aya."

The music engulfed him, the heat, music and light blending together into a perfect harmony, no
longer discorded and harsh. Giving himself to the rhythm, it throbbed through him, a viable
influence on his actions. The brunette moved beside him, twisting sinuously to the beat, teasing on
lookers with pale flashes of his chest through the torn shirt, and occasionally the slightly darker disc
of a nipple. He was entranced, watching the teen through hooded eyes as he approached. Ken
grinned, sliding one hand up the red head's chest, then further, twining in blood red hair. He
groaned in response, tugging the other man closer, grinding their groins together, only separated
from the primal act by a thin layer of clothing, so easily torn away. A rough moan tempted him as
Ken's lips parted, breath flavored by the alcohol he had drank. The mix of the teen's unique smell
and that of the addictive chemical hazed his senses further; pushing him past drug induced ecstasy
into lust.

"Ay~a…" A low whimper escaped Ken as he kissed him roughly; prying his lips open with his tongue
and demanding entrance. The flavor was intoxicating, sweet and smooth, the perfect mix of citrus,
sugar and spice. The beat of the music changed to something more toned down, but infinitely more
fluid, the sound mimicking the action that both men longed for. "Please… More…"
A nod, then they were out of the pit, too caught up in their own lust and each other's to resist the
inevitable. The shadows embraced them as they moved into the darkened back rooms of the club,
where elicit and illegal things occurred constantly. Moans and harsh breathing over took the music
that pounded through the club, a new melody of lust and satisfaction taking over. Stumbling over
bodies lying in the hall, they collapsed in the first place that there was room, already tearing at each
other's clothes. The ragged shirt that Ken was wearing tore away in his hand, then hot lips
feathered over the smooth chest, teeth worrying at one small bronze nipple while one hand
ventured into the brunette's pants. "A-Ah… Aya!" Back arched, Ken thrust into his touch, the
movement aiding his assailant's efforts to undo his pants. The button popped free, sailing into the
darkness of the hall. Clear fluid, sweet as honey, was beading at the tip of Ken's erection,
lubricating the path of his hand as it swept down the length, then back up, twisting the head and
flicking his thumb into the slit before tugging slightly and sliding back to the base. Ken panted
below him, hips thrusting into the action as his head fell back on his shoulders, tendons in his neck
corded and standing out. Tempted beyond resistance, he ran his tongue along one of the ridged
tendons, then bit down, indenting the skin. "God… Aya, hurry up and fuck me already!"

A low groan was Ken's answer before the shorts were stripped away and flipped onto his stomach,
the red head sprawling out on top of him, skin tight jeans undone and erection ready. He bit down
on the back of Ken's neck, drawing blood as he thrust in, with no preparation for the teen besides
what ever precome there was to ease his passage. Ken screamed in pain below him, bucking to try
to rid himself of the invasion but he was already seated deep, the searing heat of Ken's body
incasing him like a vice. Crystalline tears tracked down Ken's cheeks, but he took no notice, drawing
back before slamming forward once again, the teen's body tearing from the abuse.

"Aya… Stop… Please! It hurts!" Nothing answered him but another thrust as he tangled his hands in the dark
brown strands of the teen's hair, driving himself deeper inside Ken's now yeilding flesh. The tip of
his length rubbed against something deep inside the teen, and the expression of agony became one
of pain and pleasure mixed. No longer fighting Ken, he increased his pace, throwing all his strength
in his thrusts, driving the brunette across the floor while Ken gasped and panted behind him,
rocking back to take him deeper into the silken heat. Robbed of control by alcohol and drugs, he
gasped, driving harder, on the verge of tumbling over the edge and spilling himself deep inside the
chocolate eyed teen below him. One shaking hand reached around and grasped Ken's length,
stroking and tugging, the weeping liquid making the movements easier as Ken trembled and
writhed below him, then came with a yell over his hand, clamping down around the erection that
pistoned inside of him.

The increase in heat and pressure drove him over the edge, knots of ecstacy snapping as liquid heat
filled Ken, prolonging and intensifying the brunette's orgasm to the point of pain. "Aya!! Oh god!!"
Togther they collapsed to the floor, Ken beaded with sweat and his clothes sticking to him. Too
satiated to move much, he pulled out and rolled to the side, eyes half closed. They opened again as
the teen snuggled up to him, already half asleep. "Nice..." Practically purring, the brunette pressed
his back to the older man's chest, quickly falling asleep despite the pain he must be feeling. He lay
awake, watching the chocolate eyed teen sleep, only glancing up as a familiar lanky brunette
stumbled out into the hall, a half naked blonde man clinging to him. Yohji's gaze slid over him then
away, no sign of recognition in his eyes. Disdain crept up Aya's face as his headache slowly
returned, anger flaring in his eyes because of Yohji, and his grip on Ken tightned, rousing Ken, who
glanced around, then caught sight of Yohji. "Calm down Aya. I know he's an ass, but I don't need
bruises from it!" Noticing the small furrow of pain across his brow, Ken leaned up and kissed it
away. "Headache? C'mon, let's get you some tylenol and leave Yohji to his whores."
Chuckling, he shook his head, Ken's gesture sweeping away the pain as he tucked him back
beneath his chin, intent on sleeping away the drugs, alcohol and sex, if only to see what would
happen in the morning.

-Fin-