Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Fire ❯ The morning after ( Chapter 2 )

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

Chapter 2

Summary: It’s the day after Ken’s confrontation with Aya which lead to a totally unexpected night for Ken. But what will Ken do now?

Warning: This fic contains explicit male/male sex scenes and some profanity (Kenken’s got a potty mouth!). Please don’t read if this offends you.

Author’s note: Firstly I will apologise to all readers for taking so long to update this fic! Gomenesai! Hope you are still interested in reading my little fic…

Enjoy minna-san!


The new day dawned and Ken stretched in bed. He felt the twinges of stiffness in his muscles and smiled ruefully at the thought of the workout which caused the soreness. Damn but Aya hadn’t pulled his punches yesterday.

He got up and padded over to the mirror in his wardrobe to peruse the damage. Several bruises on his chest, the bump he could feel on the back of his skull and the scratch marks on his shoulder. Nani?! How could he not have noticed them? But it was kinda nice, bringing a smile to Ken’s face with the remembrance of last night’s passion. The smile faded as Ken wondered what the new day would bring.

He made his way to the kitchen, feeling slightly nervous about seeing Aya. There’s no need for that, Ken chided himself, so they were friends who had had sex? There were lots of people who did that.

Aya was standing at the sink, looking out the window. He was wearing black again. Black jeans and a black t-shirt. Damn he looked good.

“Ohayo Aya.” Ken tried not to blush and speak normally.

“Hn.” Aya didn’t turn around, but at least he made a sound of acknowledgement. That was a good sign thought Ken.

“Is there any coffee?” Ken turned to the coffee machine which was Yohji’s pre-requisite for the morning. One of Yohji’s lady friend’s had bought it for him for a gift. She was long gone, but the machine was still damn good.

No reply from Aya, so Ken took his coffee and sat at the table. There were times like this that he wished he smoked like Yohji. Then he could have something to do with his hands.

He was staring at the table surface when Aya left the room.

Ken sighed. He hated feeling helpless like this. What was he supposed to say or do?

****
Ken watched Aya out of the corner of his eye. Aya was getting annoyed, Ken could tell. His mouth was pulled slightly tighter and the look in his eyes was beyond exasperation. However the girls around him were oblivious to that.

“Buy something or leave!” Aya glared at the girls around him.

There was a moment of silence before the chatter began again. “Aya-san is so sexy and mysterious!” “Will you go on a date with me Aya-san?”

Ken had had enough. He apologised to his own fangirls and walked to put his finished arrangement in the fridge. He then continued to the back room. Yohji could take care of the girls for a while.

“Oi! Kenken! Where are you going?” Yohji called lazily.

“Just gotta sort out a few things in the store room. You wanna do it? Omi wrote a list.” Ken waved the piece of paper, knowing that Yohji hated menial work like that. Yohji liked interacting with the customers. After all you never knew when a beautiful girl was going to walk in.

“Nah. It’s all yours.” Yohji waved a hand in response.

“Aya. Can you come and help me for a minute.” If Ken hadn’t been paying such close attention to the redhead, he wouldn’t have picked up the slight sag of relief in Aya’s shoulders. But he did and Ken was smiling to himself as he opened the door, leaving it ajar for Aya to follow.

“What do you want?” Aya closed the door and stood in front of it, looking blankly at Ken.

“I thought you could help me do this list of chores that Omi wrote. Give us a chance to get away from those girls.” Ken smiled cheerily at the dour redhead.

“Fine.” Aya walked over and held out his hand. “Where’s the list?”

Ken passed over the list he was holding. While Aya perused the paper, Ken surreptitiously perused Aya. So beautiful and such an unapproachable air about him. But this could be an opportune time for Ken to corner him and talk.

Ken blew a lock of hair out of his eyes. Now how was he going to do that?

“Let’s start on the inventory of pots,” Aya announced.

“Shit. We’re gonna have to move them all to count the ones in the back, right?” Ken looked at the pile in the far corner of the room.

Aya nodded. Ken sighed. This job really was the pits.

****
After half an hour of moving pots around the small space, Ken was hot and sweaty and seriously considering giving said pots a big kick.

“How the fuck do we have so many big terracotta pots that we never use?” he complained.

“Stop whinging and move that pile back,” Aya ordered.

“But you haven’t counted it yet.”

Aya looked at Ken. “I thought you were counting them.”

“I thought YOU were counting them.” Ken looked back at Aya, horror dawning in his eyes. “Aw fuck, you mean we need to redo them all again?”

“Hidaka you idiot. If you weren’t counting them, then you should have said so, rather than wasting my time.”

“You’re wasting my time too!” Ken shouted angrily. He swiped at the sweat on his forehead. Damn it was hot in here.

“Oh am I?” Aya’s eyes narrowed and his voice was just that little bit deeper.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this finished.” Ken turned away to face the pile. He sighed, imagining the manoeuvring they would have to do. The pots were already spread out everywhere on the floor. They’d have to shuffle everything along to get back into the corner. Just the thought was making him sweat more.

“Why don’t we have a fan in this stuffy little room?” Ken asked in exasperation.

“Because Kritiker are cheap bastards.”

Ken looked up at Aya’s wry comment. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. Aya looked disgruntled. It was really kinda cute.

Ken pulled up his t-shirt to wipe his forehead again. It was no use. Ken gave up and pulled it over his head. Hey, Aya had seen everything he had already, no need to be shy now.

They worked in silence, counting the pots and restacking them.

When they finished, Ken perched on the table. “Whew! Glad that’s finished.” He used his shirt to dab at his chest.

Aya looked at him. “What’s next?”

“Aw Aya! Can’t we have a break? It’s fucking hot.” Ken fanned himself with his hands.

“Not yet it isn’t…”

Ken looked up. Aya was standing in front of him. Ken swallowed. There was an unmistakable light in those violet eyes.

“Aya… What are you doing?” Ken stared up into those fathomless eyes.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Aya placed his hands on the table beside each of Ken’s thighs. “You’re the one deliberately flaunting your body. Isn’t this what you want?” Aya leaned over and pressed his mouth to Ken’s.

Aya’s lips were hot, demanding and aggressive as they moved against Ken’s. One of his hands forced Ken’s hips to the edge of the table and Aya moved in between Ken’s parted thighs. The other hand was rubbing against Ken’s nipples, running over the bronzed perfection that was Ken’s chest.

Ken moaned. My God! Aya wanted him again? Un-fucking-believable! He pulled at Aya’s shirt, wanting to see and feel Aya’s smooth skin for the second time in twenty-four hours.

Aya growled as Ken pulled away to strip off the red-head’s shirt. There were several red marks on the base of Aya’s neck. They looked like teeth marks…

“You bit me last night.” Aya looked down at Ken with hooded eyes.

“Well you scratched me,” Ken returned defiantly. He wasn’t sorry. He wanted to do it again.

“You want to mark me again?” Aya raised one eyebrow.

Oh fuck. He hadn’t said that aloud, had he? Ken wanted to smack himself in the head. “Yeah, so what?” It was the truth after all. He wanted to mark every piece of Aya as his own.

“Not on the face or neck,” Aya ordered.

“Okay…” Nani? Aya was giving him permission to mark him?

Ken’s eyes were wide with surprise, but they quickly closed as Aya’s skilful hands moved over his body. Aya pushed him back and Ken braced himself on his hands as Aya moved down his chest, licking, kissing and sucking.

Ken squirmed, trying to grind his hips against Aya’s. Anything to relieve the pressure within his groin. Aya bit down on the skin he was currently sucking.

“Aya…” Ken moaned.

“What? Stop moving.” Aya roughly pulled open Ken’s jeans, wrapping his fingers around Ken’s hardness, rubbing and squeezing.

Kami-sama, Aya was a master torturer. Ken felt Aya’s tongue licking at the head of his erection, cleaning away the fluid already leaking from his body.

When the pressure of Aya’s mouth ceased, Ken opened his eyes to look down at the sight of Aya licking his lips, his pink tongue flicking out over those perfect lips. So close to Ken’s eager flesh. “Aya, I want you… in me now.”

“Now?” Aya responded by replacing his hand on Ken’s length.

“Aya, I’m not gonna last much longer.” Ken was nearly begging now.

Aya abruptly stopped and pulled Ken off the table. “Strip then.”

Aya moved quickly to the door and locked it. He looked back at the sight of Ken wildly pulling off his remaining clothes. Aya pulled open his fly in preparation.

When Ken was done, he looked at Aya. Aya walked back.

“Sit back on the table,” Aya ordered.

Ken obeyed, resuming his former position. He felt a bit silly, sitting butt naked on the table whilst Aya was still semi-clothed, but he quickly forgot that as Aya approached him. The look in Aya’s eyes was an aphrodisiac in itself. Ken almost couldn’t believe that he could put such a look of burning desire in the redhead’s eyes.

Aya grasped Ken’s erection firmly again and the pleasurable torment started again. Ken pressed his lips together, trying not to make any noise as Aya worked his aching flesh. Aya was bent over his body, currently licking a path around his belly button. The path was leading down his body it seemed. Down to the heated rod within Aya’s hand.

Ken felt Aya’s warm mouth close fully over his length and that was enough.

“Aya… I’m just about there… Oh god…”

Ken was vaguely surprised when Aya quickly removed his mouth, replacing his hand just before Ken’s body reached its peak. But then the pleasure burst within him and he couldn’t think anymore.

Ken eyes blinked open when he felt Aya push his thighs apart. Aya rubbed his thumb against his puckered flesh and Ken moaned. Where the hell had Aya got lube from?

He squinted at Aya’s hand and realised that Aya was using Ken’s own release as lube. He smiled to himself, Aya certainly was resourceful. [1]

And then Aya was plunging into Ken’s warmth. Ken couldn’t help the moan he emitted as he wrapped his legs around Aya’s waist. God, Aya felt so good.

Aya moved and Ken couldn’t do anything but go with the flow. Ken grabbed the edge of the table as Aya thrust again and again into his body.

Aya’s eyes were closed and his fingers were gripping Ken’s hips so tightly, it was almost painful. Ken wiggled his hips to try and loosen Aya’s death grip.

“Ken… don’t move…” Aya’s hoarse shout was too late. Ken’s movement sending Aya over the edge.

Aya slumped onto Ken’s chest, breathing heavily. Ken wrapped his arms around Aya’s shoulders. They stayed in that position for several minutes, before Aya pulled himself away, out of Ken’s body.

“Here.” Aya passed Ken some paper towel.

Ken watched Aya as he wiped himself and put his shirt on again. Ken hurriedly put his own clothes on, wrinkling his nose at the damp sweaty t-shirt. At least he’d have a good excuse in case Yohji saw them after this.

Aya was standing a few metres away when his head snapped up to look directly at Ken.

“Why did you let me do that again?” The question surprised Ken.

Ken looked over at Aya. The redhead had a slightly confused look on his face.

“What? I wanted it too.” Ken shrugged. What was with that look? It was almost as if Aya was puzzled by him. “Hey Aya, you okay?”

“But why? Why me?” Aya turned back to face him and his eyes were dark with emotion. But what emotion was it?

“You’re a friend and you needed something to release your tension.” Ken tried to smile as he thought about what explanation Aya would accept from him.

“You’re saying you would do this for Yohji?” Aya’s face was perfectly deadpan.

“I don’t think I’d ever need to. Yohji’s not into guys.” Ken tried to bluff his way out of it.

“Omi then?” Aya’s questioning was rapidfire.

“Eww! He’s just a kid!” Ken wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“Ken. He’s only two years younger than you.” Aya looked vaguely exasperated.

“He is too… But I don’t know, sometimes he seems much younger…” Ken rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“So you wouldn’t do this for anyone else in Weiss, except for me.” Aya’s statement was delivered in a flat tone.

Ken flushed. Damn! He should have said that he’d do it for Yohji and Omi. “Ano…”

“Why me?” Aya moved one step closer to Ken.

“Fine then!” Ken decided to just tell the truth. He wasn’t good at this evasive lying thing anyway. “I’m attracted to you alright.”

“Attracted to me?” Aya repeated the comment.

“Yeah! You’re really sexy and you’ve got a really hot body, and I wanna screw you, okay already?” Ken sighed in exasperation. Was Aya being deliberately dense?

Aya turned away. “So that’s all it was. A physical attraction.” Was that disappointment he heard in Aya’s voice?

Ken jumped off the table and grabbed Aya’s arm, spinning him around. What the hell. He might as well go for the big one while he had a chance. “It’s not just physical attraction, but I don’t know how much you would accept from me. I’d give you a lot more, if I thought there was a chance in hell of you accepting it.”

Ken looked up into Aya’s eyes, earnestly trying to show his emotions wordlessly.

They stared at each other for several long minutes before Aya turned his head away.

“I can’t understand you. How can you have feelings for me? I’m not a person who is worthy of affection. All I have is this blood on my hands and even after I achieved my goal, I can’t bring my sister back. I’ve failed her.”

“Aya…” Ken whispered softly. “So that’s what’s been bothering you lately. I know you won’t believe me, but I’m sure your sister doesn’t think you’ve failed her. You were both lucky to survive the explosion of your house. And now you’re fighting to keep her alive. You’ve done everything you can, including selling your soul to Kritiker. How could she not love you for that?”

“Ken…” Aya looked back at him and all Ken could see was pain and confusion in those beautiful eyes.

“You’re still human and everyone needs love. Love, it’s the only thing that can save us, y’know. Sure we have blood on our hands. But we’re trying to stop those ruthless people who are above the law. Stop them from hurting more innocent people, like your sister. Those evil people, including those who betrayed us.” Ken’s fist clenched as he thought of Kase.

Aya was silent so Ken continued.

“You’re lucky you still have your sister. Me, I have nobody. Who’d want a former J-League disgrace who’s now an assassin anyway?” Ken laughed derisively, his stomach twisting in a knot.

“I do.” Ken looked up in amazement. Aya was suddenly standing so close to him.

“Nani?” Ken shook his head. He must’ve heard wrong.

“Ken, you’re always smiling and full of life. I never realised you felt this way.” Aya trailed his fingers down Ken’s cheek.

“Well now you do.” Ken smiled derisively, but his expression was a little unsure. His mind was still processing Aya’s previous statement. Had Aya said that he wanted Ken? And Aya was touching him, in a non threatening and non sexual way.

Ken finally looked up to meet Aya’s purple gaze which had softened with understanding and compassion, much like the time when he’d comforted Omi about what the young blonde’s real identity was.

Ken smiled and Aya seemed to take that as his cue to continue.

“Your smiles always seemed like they were mocking me. I wanted you, but those smiles… I wanted to rip them away last night and make you feel as bad as me. But instead you were so sexy and open and trusting, even afterwards you offered your help.”

All Ken could do was stare at Aya in front of him.

“And then today, the itch wasn’t gone. I thought I’d screw you once and get you out of my system. But it’s not enough.”

Elation was flooding through Ken’s veins. Was Aya really saying these things? It wasn’t a dream was it? Ken pinched himself hard. Ouch.

“Ken, why are you pinching yourself?” Aya watched Ken’s action.

Ken blushed. “I just wanted to check if this was a dream or not.”

“Idiot.”

“You can’t call me that if you’re my boyfriend.” The words were out before Ken could stop them. Shit! He was getting ahead of himself calling Aya his boyfriend. He looked up warily at Aya.

“But my boyfriend is a baka.” Aya smiled and Ken’s worry disappeared. God, Aya was beautiful when he smiled.

The banging on the door brought them to their senses.

“Hey what are you guys doing in there?” Yohji’s voice called through the door.

Aya walked over to the door and unlocked it. He opened it to find Yohji lounging against the wall.

“Why was the door locked? You guys don’t wanna be interrupted in the middle of something?” Yohji smirked at them.

Aya looked at him. “Yes.” He departed the room going to the door leading to their living quarters.

Yohji stared at Aya. “Ha ha! You nearly got me!” The blonde started laughing.

“Coming, Ken?” Aya stopped at the door and waited for Ken to join him.

“Not yet…” Ken walked over, winking at Yohji.

“Smart ass. Work hard Kudou.” Aya closed the door after him and Ken, leaving an open-mouthed Yohji behind.


~ Owari ~


[1] Before anyone complains about this, I know that semen really isn’t a great lube – but for the life of me, I couldn’t come up with anything else for the boys to use. So that was it. Sorry if you’re icked out.