Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Fire ❯ Confrontation ( Chapter 1 )

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

Hidden Fire
A Weiss Kruez fan fiction
By Krysana

Disclaimer: I don’t own the bishies (I can only wish!), I’m only playing with them. Weiss belongs to Koyasu-sama. Damn he’s nice! I’d like to own him…

Summary: Aya is more icy than ever. Can Ken persuade Aya to open up to him and tell him what’s wrong?

Warning: This fic contains explicit male/male sex scenes and some profanity. Please don’t read if this offends you.

Pairing/s: Aya/Ken

Timeline: After Kase, after Takatori is killed, Aya-chan’s still in the hospital.

Notes: Ken’s POV (‘cause I can’t seem to get away from Ken’s POV, sorry! I’ll try next time.)

Dedication: To Moonraven and Xellas – Love you guys! *huggles*


Ken glanced sideways at the icy redhead who was stalking towards the back room. Aya was in a snappy mood today and his bad temper seemed to have been progressively getting worse over the past few weeks. Today it seemed he’d had enough of the schoolgirls who just wanted to stand around him and flirt with him.

“Aya-san. Do you like my new hairstyle?” A schoolgirl unwittingly stepped into Aya’s path.

Aya didn’t answer her. He merely stared coldly at the girl until she blushed and hurriedly removed herself from his way. Her big eyes had a hurt look as she watched him continue to the store room, the slam of the door marking his departure.

“Ne, Ken-san, what’s wrong with Aya-san?” The group of girls around Ken exchanged worried looks.

“Aa… nothing. Aya’s just having a bad day. Must’ve got out of the wrong side of bed.” Ken smiled brightly, trying to cover up for his co-worker. “Ojousan, can I help you with something?” He addressed the girl snubbed by Aya.

After seeing to the weepy girl who seemed to cheer up miraculously at his attention, Ken eyed the store room door apprehensively. Should he approach Aya?

Before he could make up his mind, the door to the flower shop opened again and Ken pasted a fake smile on his face as he welcomed the customer.

When the customer was gone, Ken breathed a sigh of relief and turned the sign to Closed on the door. It was only him and Aya in the shop today. Omi was studying with a friend at the library and Yohji was out on a date. Ken didn’t expect the older blonde back until way later that night, if at all.

Ken took a deep breath and knocked on the store room door.

“Aya?” He opened the door and peered cautiously into the room.

The room was empty. A few scraps of greenery on the bench were the only indication that someone had been in the room.

Ken closed the door and went in search of the elusive redhead.

****
Five minutes later, Ken discovered that Aya had left the premises. And as usual, it was without telling anyone where he was going.

Ken sighed to himself. He was really genuinely worried about Aya. Aya wasn’t the world’s most open person to start with – but he was more standoffish than normal. More sullen, quicker to anger, not talking… What was wrong with the Weiss leader? What effect would it have on Weiss?

So far there hadn’t been any major issues, missions completed as planned. But the missions lately had been easy. Hell anything was easier than killing the prime minister of Japan. They’d finally got to Reiji Takatori about two months ago. Ken knew that Aya was seeking revenge against Takatori for destroying his family. And Aya had been the one who struck the killing blow – but at what cost?

Ken knew first hand what could happen if a person snapped and lost control. He’d done it with that bastard Kase. He’d been so determined that Kase was innocent, his best friend COULDN’T have set him up, no way. So Ken had rushed blindly off to confront said friend and found out the hard way that Kase had hated him. Hated him so much that Kase had both framed and organised for him to be killed.

Ken was lucky that Weiss had been there to back him up in the final showdown. The unconditional support and acceptance of his team, removing the obstacles from his last confrontation with Kase. Standing back and leaving him so that he could be the one to end this sorry chapter of his life and bring closure to the long festering wound of uncertainty. Their silent acknowledgement and their mere presence was enough as he stood over Kase’s lifeless body, wounds inflicted by his bugnuks steadily leaking Kase’s blood over the grey pavement. Then Omi had come over and put an arm around his waist, leading him away from the scene. That had helped Ken realise he had these people here who understood what he was going through. Each of them, dead men who had their own betrayals to live with.

He’d returned home, dull and lifeless. The measure of humanity received from his team not enough to remove all the demons in his mind. He’s achieved his purpose in Weiss – to find out who had been behind his fall from J-League. What was there left to do but die?

He’d left the house, needing time to be by himself, away from the life where his customer’s main worries were whether their classmate liked them, or their favourite florist served them. Riding along the highway he’d been rescued by Yuriko whose love for life had infused his soul and made him realise that there were things worth living for. Her happiness over small things and determined attitude to achieve what she wanted in life made him realise he wanted to live. The kids he taught soccer to would be disappointed if he was gone. And Weiss, he was part of a team which needed him.

Was this Aya’s problem? Was he feeling the helplessness in his life of killing his target? And now what? Would Aya also reach the same conclusions as Ken? No, Aya would never kill himself, not while Aya-chan was still alive, if you could call her current state alive.

Ken would back up Aya with his life and he couldn’t leave his team leader with internal suffering like his own if he could help it. But really he wanted to be the one that was there for Aya to live for.

And that was the other reason why Ken was so worried. He wanted the redhead – so slim, mysterious and so damn beautiful. It wasn’t a word he’d use to normally describe a man – but Aya WAS beautiful. And it wasn’t just lust. He wanted the whole package. The sharp intelligence, the dry humour and those beautiful rare smiles. If that wasn’t possible, then Ken would be happy just to be Aya’s friend, and being a friend meant helping the other person when they had problems, right?

He walked down to the basement and turned on the computer. It was used for missions and there was a special program that tracked all their vehicles. Ken was gonna track down Aya and find out what was wrong.

****
Ken easily spotted the white Porsche. The location however was an eye opener. He was at the cemetery. A sad feeling arose in him as he walked through the main entrance. Ken was so familiar with death. He didn’t doubt that there people here that he had put there.

The clouds above him were an angry grey colour. Ken shivered. He’d better hurry up and find Aya before it started to rain. He turned his collar up and pulled his jacket around him a little bit tighter.

Ken caught a glimpse of red from the corner of his eye and turned. Aya was standing near one of the cremation walls. Lucky that Aya’s hair was so damn bright – it certainly made finding him just that little bit easier.

As Ken approached he saw Aya’s head was bowed, his eyes were closed and he was talking quietly under his breath. Ken waited a few paces behind Aya, not wanting to interrupt the redhead in his soliloquy but Ken couldn’t help overhearing a few words here and there.

“Okaasan… Otousan… never forget… Aya-chan…”

Ken smiled sadly to himself. Aya was talking to his parents. He looked at the wall, but the names were too small for him to read. This must be where they had been placed after death. But it could be a good thing or a bad thing that Aya was visiting his parent’s graves. Good because maybe he was getting over their deaths, bad if he wasn’t getting over their deaths. Which one was it?

Ken belatedly realised that this might not be a good place to accost Aya. Undoubtedly Aya would be even more defensive than usual if he knew Ken had overheard anything he said. So Ken turned around and snuck back to where Aya had parked the car.

He was waiting patiently by the Porsche when Aya returned.

“What are you doing here?” Aya looked suspiciously at Ken, his tone cold.

“I followed you. Aya, can I talk to you?” Ken looked up earnestly.

“What do you want to talk about?” Aya turned away, continuing to the driver’s side of the car.

Ken grabbed his arm. “You. I want to talk about you. Aya, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting so differently over the past few weeks.”

Aya tried to wrench his arm away, but Ken doggedly hung on.

“Let go of me Ken.” Aya’s tone was dangerous.

“Iya! Aya, we’re friends right? Tell me so I can help you!” Ken entreated.

“There’s nothing wrong that you letting go of me won’t fix.” Aya redoubled his efforts. “Ken I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t let go, I will.”

“It was pretty even last time wasn’t it?” Ken retorted. He wasn’t a wimp and he resented Aya for assuming that the redhead could take him down so easily. He remembered their second meeting where they’d succeeded in completely trashing the Koneko. Afterwards they’d pretty much agreed it was a draw, Yohji having to drag them both to their beds. They hadn’t had a physical fight like that since, each respecting the other’s abilities.

Aya suddenly made a move and Ken countered it. So Aya wanted a fight? Well Ken would give him one then. Aya struck again and again Ken evaded.

The fight progressed and Ken was feeling confident until Aya faked an elbow jab and instead lashed out at his right knee. If Ken had slower reflexes, he probably would have had a broken kneecap. As it was Ken twisted awkwardly falling down, pulling Aya with him, but maintaining his defence against those slim lethal limbs. The struggle lasted long minutes, but in the end, Ken got lucky.

“Had enough yet?” Ken panted as he straddled Aya’s hips, keeping a firm grip on both wrists as he looked down at the redhead.

Aya merely sneered at him, hissing like a cat. And then it started to rain. Big fat drops of rain, falling on everything, soaking them almost instantly.

Ken looked up at the sky and at that moment the tables were turned. After more struggling Aya now had the upper hand. That was mostly because Aya wasn’t afraid to fight dirty. Ken wasn’t deliberately trying to hurt his opponent – Aya it seemed didn’t have that problem.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Aya let go of Ken and abruptly stood up.

Ken rubbed the back of his head as he pulled himself off the ground. Damn, he could feel a slight bump there already.

“Aya, it’s okay to be angry at the world. Sometimes I just want to get away from everything or beat the shit out of something. But it doesn’t help to keep it all bottled up inside.” Ken addressed Aya’s back, watching the rain water drip from red hair onto the ground. Shit, it was really pissing down now. He squinted up at the clouds, silently willing them to stop.

Ken put a hand on Aya’s shoulder. Aya turned and shoved him against the side of the Porsche. Hard. “What the fuck do you know about anything Hidaka? I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help.”

Ken stood there, watching Aya’s scornful face. Aya glanced away in the direction of the cemetery and for just a moment, the façade dropped. Ken realised it was like watching a lion who had gotten caught in a trap and was too proud to allow anyone to help him escape.

“Yes you do.” Ken spoke firmly. How the hell was he gonna get through to Aya?

“Shut up.” Aya breathed angrily. Then his gaze narrowed and Aya leaned in closer against the slightly shorter brunette.

The raindrops fell in between their faces and Aya pressed even closer until he was flush against Ken’s body. Ken tensed, eyes wary as he prepared unconsciously for another attack. But even though he was battle ready, Ken couldn’t help his body’s immediate reaction to Aya’s body and the blaze of intensity in those violet eyes. Aya was so damn sexy and he was so damn close. His face was only centimetres away and Ken could feel the heat of Aya’s body through his clothes.

Aya smirked as he pressed his hips against Ken’s. There was no way the redhead could miss the growing hardness in Ken’s pants. “So what kind of help are you offering?” Aya mocked Ken.

Ken gulped. Aya’s mood had now changed. Still confrontational, but the edge had been taken off the anger. Now Aya was the embodiment of every sexual fantasy he’d ever had.

“Anything you need.” Ken looked back straightforwardly. But he couldn’t keep the concern from showing in his blue eyes. If Aya wanted to tease him, then so be it. Anything to break the icy shell in which Aya had encased himself in.

“So if I told you to drop your pants and to bend over the hood of my Porsche, you would?” Aya leant over to whisper the obscene words in Ken’s ear.

Ken flushed. He didn’t know what to say. “Ano… Aa…”

“So cute. How the hell can you still blush like that?” Aya trailed his fingers down Ken’s cheek. “It’s just like my first…” Aya broke off, suddenly angry at himself.

Aya’s first what? Ken looked into furious violet eyes and tried to brace himself for whatever was to come. He licked his bottom lip nervously. The redhead was so unpredictable.

So Ken was totally unprepared for the onslaught of Aya’s lips against his own. In the cool rain, Aya’s mouth was hot and hungry, his tongue aggressively demanding entrance. Ken’s surprise rapidly melted away as the taste and smell of Aya washed over his senses. It was so much better than he could ever have imagined. He wrapped his arms around Aya’s waist, pulling the slim redhead even closer. Aya obligingly pressed against him closer, their thighs interleaved together.

They broke apart for a quick breath. Ken struggled to regain his senses, but it was no use. Aya’s lips were back on his, removing any rational thoughts. All Ken could do was feel.

Aya shook off Ken’s embrace, sliding a cold wet hand under Ken’s jacket on to the overheated skin of Ken’s stomach. Ken sucked in a breath, tense with anticipation for Aya’s next move. Aya’s fingers moved to the button of his jeans, and Ken shivered as he felt Aya roughly pull it open, sliding the zipper down.

And then Aya’s hand was wrapped around his length, enclosing him in a cool firm grip that nearly made Ken’s knees buckle. Aya seemed to be specialising in taking Ken’s knees out today. Ken moaned into Aya’s mouth as Aya’s hand began to move, up and down. Aya’s tongue began to mimic the movements of his hand. The double assault creating a rhythm bringing Ken closer and closer to the edge.

The loud rumble of thunder barely interrupted their actions, but the next large flash of lightening was quite alarmingly close. Ken had no idea how long they’d been standing there in the pouring rain.

Aya pulled away and motioned for Ken to close his pants. “Let’s go.”

Ken fixed his clothes, already mourning the loss of Aya’s body pressed against his. Bloody storm, couldn’t it just have held off for a few more minutes? He was so close…

“Are you going to get in the car or what?” Aya’s voice was impatient.

Ken nodded and scurried around to the other side of the car.

“Ick. I’m soaked. Your leather seats are gonna get wrecked.” Ken grimaced as he felt his wet clothes squish as he sat down.

“Whatever. It’s just a car.” Aya shrugged noncommittally as he revved the engine

Ken sighed as he looked out the window. Now all he wanted was a warm shower. Wet, cold and clammy clothes were not fun. Shower… and Aya… Now that was a nice thought.

Aya was driving fast. The Porsche screeching through streets, sending water droplets flying as he accelerated smoothly through the puddles. Ken watched transfixed at the way Aya’s hand looked and moved on the gearshift. He imagined that hand once again on his own stick and almost groaned aloud. He turned his head away, hoping Aya wouldn’t see the flush on his cheeks.

They reached the Koneko and Ken shifted uncertainly in his seat. What was going to happen now? There had been no conversation on the ride home. Ken had no idea what to say.

After the car was parked, Ken followed Aya into the house. Aya removed his shoes wordlessly. Ken sighed and followed suit.

“I’m gonna go have a shower and get changed, ok?” Ken said, not expecting a reply. He didn’t get one.

Ken climbed the stairs, heading straight for the bathroom, removing his jacket as he went. He threw it into the laundry basket, followed by the rest of his clothes.

He stepped into the shower, revelling in the feel of the hot water on his skin. The water warmed up his body as the sound of the water reminded him of standing in the rain… with Aya. His body started reacting to that thought alone and Ken closed his eyes as he began rubbing his own erection, dreaming it was Aya’s hand instead of his own.

“Aya… oh God… Aya… Yes…” Ken gasped.

When the slightly callused hand closed around his own, Ken’s eyes blinked opened in shock. Aya was standing in front of him. And his hand was over Ken’s own hand. Ken stared. How the hell had he not heard the bathroom door open OR the shower door open?

“I came to tell you, don’t use all the hot water.”

Ken gaped open mouthed before Aya was pushing him against the wall, leaning over him as the older man aggressively captured Ken’s mouth with his own. Ken couldn’t believe the new incredible sensations flooding him. Aya’s naked sexy body pressed against his. Okay, it was Aya’s freezing cold naked sexy body, but that was rapidly changing. Aya’s lips moving over his. Aya’s tongue delving into his mouth. Ken ground his hips against Aya’s, groaning at the incredible friction their aroused bodies created. Kami-sama, this had better not be a dream again!

“Have this dream often do you Ken?” Ken realised he’d said his last thought aloud when Aya spoke.

Ken blushed. He busied himself by sucking on Aya’s neck to hide his reddening cheeks, running his hands down Aya’s back. Aya’s skin was so delicious – firm and toned with all muscle beneath the surface. Ken wanted to bite him and leave a mark of his possession on that creamy white skin.

Aya stepped back and Ken moaned with disappointment. The moan changed as Aya grasped both of their erections with one hand, rubbing them against each other.

“Aa… Aya…” Ken closed his eyes as he panted for breath.

Aya merely pressed his mouth hard against Ken’s, his tongue moving in rhythm with his hand. All Ken could do was stand there and enjoy it. Aya’s hand slipped off and wrapped only around Ken’s, squeezing and rubbing the swollen flesh. Ken gasped. It was almost too much.

“Aya… I’m so close…”

As answer, he felt Aya unwrap himself from around his body. Ken opened his eyes. What the fuck was Aya doing? He wasn’t going to leave him again, was he?

Ken opened his eyes to see Aya drop to his knees. Aya’s tongue licked along his length, before sliding to take Ken into his mouth, entirely.

Ken buried his hands in Aya’s hair. Kami-sama, it was so good... Ken could feel the tension increasing, his body tensing as he got closer and closer to the peak. Oh God, he couldn’t stand it any longer. Aya sucked harder, rolling his tongue around the sensitive tip. Ken cried out as he came hard in Aya’s mouth.

Ken sagged against the wall as Aya stood up, licking his lips. Ken watched mesmerised as Aya moved into the stream of warm water, soaping and rinsing himself. It was almost as if he hadn’t just given Ken one of the most intense sexual experiences ever, though this was contradicted by the erection jutting out boldly from his body.

“Hurry up.” Aya turned to Ken and pulled the brunette into the spray of water.

“Doushite?” Ken wasn’t sure what Aya wanted.

“I only have lubrication in my room.” Aya’s matter-of-fact tone was belied by the lustful gaze centred on Ken.

Ken blushed, but busied himself washing quickly and following Aya out of the shower. His body was tingling. My god, the thought of Aya’s hard length inside his body was turning him on again.

While he was towelling off, Ken cast surreptitious glances at the object of his desire. Aya was so gorgeous. So graceful, elegant and damn sexy naked. Well nearly naked – and Ken knew there was nothing under that towel. He must have been standing there drooling, because Aya walked over and pushed his jaw shut.

“Let’s go.” Aya wrapped the towel securely around Ken’s waist and pushed him out of the bathroom.

They walked the short distance to Aya’s room and Aya closed the door behind them.

Ken stood in the middle of the room, uncertain what to do next. Aya answered the question by approaching him, and pulling off the towel to throw it on the floor.

And then Aya was kissing him again. Plundering his mouth with forceful tongue and teeth, kisses that seemed to suck all the breath out of Ken’s body, but so pleasurable that Ken would gladly die for another one.

Naked skin against skin, the sensation was so incredible. Ken wriggled against Aya, trying to bring his hips even closer. One of Aya’s hand was clamped on Ken’s hip, the other behind his head, controlling the kiss and dominating the brunette.

Ken barely noticed when Aya began to move them backwards to the bed until his knees hit the edge and he fell backwards in a sprawl. Ken looked up but Aya was already on top of him. The weight of the older man between his legs pressing him down, Ken could feel the evidence of Aya’s arousal and it made him feel powerful and desirable. He would never have guessed he could affect Aya like this!

Aya rolled off him briefly to retrieve a small tube from the side drawers. Ken watched dry mouthed in anticipation as Aya squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. Aya was really going to fuck him. Aya returned to sit between Ken’s legs. He pushed at them, indicating Ken should open his legs wider.

Ken closed his eyes as he obeyed. He was a little embarrassed, how wanton did he look? But then he felt Aya’s finger rubbing against his tight opening and all coherent thought was gone again. God it felt good. Aya’s finger teased the area, making Ken gasp his name, before pushing in to the deep warmth of Ken’s body, stretching him with practiced fingers. Ken moaned wanting more.

Just when Ken thought he couldn’t bear it anymore, he felt Aya move up his body and then Aya was sliding into him with exquisite slowness. Filling him, stretching him, and oh god the feeling of Aya inside his body.

“So tight… so hot… Ken…” Ken was gratified to hear the way Aya groaned his name. Somehow knowing that Aya was affected so much only increased his own desire.

Aya began to thrust in, seeming to slide in deeper each time. The pace became faster and Ken was moaning with each thrust. Aya pulled Ken’s hips higher and suddenly Ken was overcome with sensation as Aya’s length hit the sweet spot inside of him.

Aya’s hand reached out for Ken’s erection, rubbing and pumping it in rhythm with his hips. Ken couldn’t hold on much longer. And then Aya’s body was shuddering with release, and Ken couldn’t hold back his own orgasm.

Aya collapsed on Ken, sweaty and hot, his breathing erratic. Ken smiled as he wrapped his arms around Aya’s shoulders. In the aftermath of their passion, he wanted a moment to pretend that Aya had feelings for him.

Aya began to stir, sliding out of Ken’s body. Ken bit back a protest as he felt Aya leaving.

“Get out.” Aya’s deep voice was curt in the darkened room.

“What the fuck?” Aya’s rejection stung deeply, how the hell could Aya be such a bastard straight after such mind-blowing sex?

But Aya merely turned away, looking out the window. The streetlights were on, reflecting on the whiteness of his naked skin, giving him an ethereal quality.

Ken sat up, feeling the slight ache between his legs and the stickiness of his own release on his stomach. He swung his legs off the bed and picked up his discarded towel. Ken closed his eyes for just a moment, inhaling the smell of Aya and sex. The moment was a little bittersweet but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Aya, what’s wrong? Let me help you!”

“Your help is already sufficient.” Aya turned back to look Ken up and down appraisingly, before looking away again.

Ken blushed, but persevered nonetheless. “Aya. I don’t know what you’re going through, but I want you to know that I’m here for you.” Ken addressed the redhead’s back.

There was no reply. “Hey I’m talking to you!” Ken was getting angry now. He wasn’t going to leave without a response from Aya.

“Just leave.” Aya’s expressionless face turned towards Ken.

They stared at each other for a long moment. Aya’s hooded eyes offering no explanation for his behaviour while Ken’s eyes showing concern and worry.

Ken thought they might have stood there all night in a stalemate, but Aya suddenly walked over. Ken couldn’t help the sudden flare of heat within his spent body. Aya naked was quite a sight, backlit by the moon and streetlights.

Aya pulled Ken into a rough embrace and began to skilfully kiss the younger man into submission again. Ken’s eye fluttered closed as he was once again subjected to the feel and taste of Aya. Aya began manoeuvring him backwards and Ken could only follow the movement.

And then Aya had stopped kissing him and Ken found himself outside Aya’s door. The lock clicked and Ken blinked. Aya had tricked him into leaving.

Ken banged on the door. “Aya! Damn you! I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong!!”

Once again, there was no reply.

Ken pounded on the door for a good ten minutes but there was no response. “Fujimiya! You bastard! Open up!"

Finally he wrapped the towel around his waist and sat down on the ground. The house was silent. What the hell was Aya doing and thinking?

Time passed and Ken awoke to find himself slumped against the wall. Damn – he must have dozed off. He peered bleary-eyed out the window, guessing the time to be several hours after he’d been kicked out of Aya’s room.

He stood up and stretched. There was no light on in Aya’s room so Ken returned to his own room. He needed a change of clothes and another shower.

He was standing in the hot water of the shower as the events of the day turned over in his head. He felt frustrated, angry and sad all at once. Aya had used him for sex, but he’d been a more than a willing participant. But Aya had been surprisingly gentle in his preparation of Ken’s body.

How was he going to get through to Aya? Ken yawned sleepily as he pondered the unanswerable question as he pulled on clean shorts and a t-shirt. Tomorrow he’d come up with another way to approach Aya. For now, he let his tired eyes close as he crawled into bed.


~ tbc ~