Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Liebesträume (Dreams of Love) ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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Liebesträume
(Dreams of Love)
Based on the fic: Unterbewusst (Subliminal) by Chalcedony Cross
(NB: Passages marked off by #…# are prose by Chalcedony Cross)
Part 1
By Jacque Koh
March 2003
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Blessed, blessed coolness; Comfortable clean sheets; Soft pillows on a nicely yielding bed; A crisp autumn breeze bearing with it a hint of the first flowers of the season… Ken sighed contentedly as he snuggled into his blankets. His relief that the sweaty soup that marked the summer was over was almost palpable. He loathed considering leaving his comfortable nest of pillows and bed sheets, but with the morning here, he could expect Aya's knock on his door to call him down to the Koneko soon. He knew very well that it did not pay to have an irate Aya knocking again to remind him to come out to open the shop with him.
He chuckled to think about the other member of their group who traded turns with him to share the early shift with their resident morning person. Yoji was always despondent when it was his turn. He made no secret of his grumbling over Omi being spared the chore since he had school. The Koneko's playboy was of the opinion that morning people were freaks of nature. The number of times Ken heard Aya dragging Yoji out of bed when it was his turn to open the shop with him were too numerous to count. It made Ken wonder if and when Aya would give up bothering with that morning ritual and ask him to take the permanent morning shift with him. To be honest about it, Ken didn't think that that prospect was all together unpleasant. It was a great excuse for him to spend more time with Aya. Maybe then Yoji-- Yoji--? Yoji and Aya were already--
Ken's eyes flew open to stare at the white walls around him. The stark reality and reminder of why his daydreams about his red-haired team mate could never be was enough to fully wake him to his sterile hospital room.
The memories of the last mission came flooding back to him. He remembered Schwarz-- Schuldig-- the stifling boxcar where the German bastard held them prisoner-- If there was one mercy to their situation, it was that the man didn't capture Weiß's youngest member as well. After his experience, Ken didn't want to imagine what the sadistic bastard would have done to Omi. He could vividly remember seeing Yoji bruised and bleeding from a head wound; Aya chained nude to a filthy mattress, his body liberally covered in bruises and red weal's; while he-- he--? What did the German bastard do to him? Why couldn't he remember?
"Ken-kun!" The arrival of Weiß's fourth member and tactician interrupted his confusion.
He immediately turned to face his relieved friend. "Omi?" His voice cracked from disuse.
The young blonde was quick to pour and hand him a glass of water. "How are you feeling? You've been unconscious for three days. You were such a sight when they brought you in. The doctors said you were only bruised and suffering from dehydration and starvation. Are you hungry? Can I get you another glass of water? Or would you rather have a Coke? Do you--mmph?!"
Ken clamped a hand over the younger man's mouth to silence him while his mind caught up. "Give me a moment to answer, Omittachi. I-- I've been out of it for-- three days? I think you need to cut me a bit of slack to let my brain get in gear."
Omi pulled his hand away and gave him a weak smile. "Sorry, Ken-kun. I was too excited. I mean after-- Er--"
Ken could sense his young friend's disquiet immediately. A chill ran through him to remember what he had been thinking of before the blonde's entrance. In that instance, a disturbing image flashed before his eyes; a memory of seeing his red-haired friend lying unrestrained yet unmoving on a filthy mattress-- With a rust colored stain below his bruised hips.
He blinked rapidly to banish the image, not wanting to think of how Aya had lain so still or how peaceful his expression was. "Omi-- What happened to Aya?"
The younger man gulped at his question before speaking very softly. "Ken-kun-- You were missing for over two weeks. Can-- can you remember an-- anything at all?"
Ken frowned and tried to think. Two weeks! He hadn't thought it was that long. He could remember the heat and oppressiveness of their prison, but for the life of him he couldn't recall anything else of their captivity beyond a few images. A chill crawled up his spine as he looked down at himself. He recalled Omi mentioning that he had only suffered a few bruises. Yet he remembered Yoji and Aya's state looking so-- so--
"He took turns, didn't he?" Ken said almost too softy for Omi to catch. "The bastard worked over Aya and Yoji first… Kritiker found us before he could start on me, didn't they?"
Omi gave him a strained look.
"Where's Aya, Omi? I've got to see him." Ken tried to scramble off the bed. "Where is he? And Yoji? They made it too, didn't they? Omi?"
In his weakened state, it did not take much effort for the smaller man to restrain him. "I'm sorry, Ken-kun. But you can't see them." Omi chewed on his bottom lip as he firmly but gently laid Ken back against his pillows. "Aya-kun and Yoji-kun-- Schuldig hurt them so bad. Ken-kun, they'll never return to Weiß… "
Ken's tears mirrored Omi's to hear of their loss. "But… Omi-- Aya-- I-- I never-- told him-- I never told him-- that I loved him."
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If there was one thing Ken hated above anything else, it was being lied to. If he were asked, he could be honest about it and admit that it stemmed from his disastrous relationship with his 'best' friend, Kase. He couldn't say that he ever got over how the man had lied to him and played him for a fool while pretending to be his best buddy and supporter. He tried to tell himself that Omi wasn't the same. They had worked and lived together for long enough that Ken knew Omi was aware of his hatred. But while he could feel that Omi wasn't outright lying to him, the younger man wasn't telling him the entire truth either.
Kritiker didn't want to let him see Aya or Yoji again. That was a blatant fact to him even if they didn't tell it to him to his face. In every way he could, whenever they had the chance to talk, Omi did a very good job of avoiding the issue and steering the subject to something else. And changing the subject was, unfortunately, easy to accomplish. What, with all the changes Ken had to adjust to once they had released him from the hospital?
Try as he might, Ken could remember nothing of his time as Schuldig's prisoner beyond a few vague images. As a result, Kritiker were worried that the Schwarz telepath may have damaged his mind, or worse, left a time bomb in his head that might spring at an ill fated moment. Kritiker were gently apologetic about it, but Ken could understand their concern and respect the decision to have him off Operational Status and under observation until everyone could be sure that he was in his right mind. It was an annoying ritual to have to follow, but Ken did reluctantly resign himself to meeting a psychiatrist once a week to see if they could unravel the gap in his memories.
Adding to his frustration, Omi's departure from the Koneko no Sumu Ie made Ken even more resentful over his situation. He understood why his friend moved on though. For the past few months, Weiß were aware that Omi's grandfather was pressuring him to move to Kyoto to be with him and learn how to be the next Persia. It was a foregone conclusion that Omi would eventually embrace the position with its responsibilities. However, until recently he resisted the move, saying that he wanted to stay with his 'simpler' life for a while longer.
With Aya and Yoji gone, Kritiker had seen fit to assign new members to the depleted Weiß. Omi didn't want to work with their replacements. Hell, Ken didn't want to either, but being the only one left of the original team, he felt obliged to stay long enough to teach them the ropes of handling the Koneko. Truth to tell, it gave him something to do as well until Kritiker deemed him fit again and ready to be place back on Operational Status. However, when that time came, Ken wasn't sure where he'd be posted.
He held a small hope that when he was ready, he could be sent to join Aya and Yoji wherever they had wound up. When he thought of them though, a nagging little idea kept coming to him that they could actually be dead and that Kritiker didn't want him to know for fear of unbalancing his already stressed mind. Ken did not like that notion. If he dwelled on it too long, the theory seemed too possible and would explain a lot of the behavior around him. It would also give reasons for his partial amnesia. He did not like to think that there was any truth behind the suspicion that Aya and Yoji were dead. However, as the weeks and months progressed and he was no closer to penetrating the void that surrounded his two weeks of captivity, Ken's belief in that idea was growing.
If there was any brightness to his life, Ken had to admit that it was with the candidates Kritiker had sent to be the core of the 'new' Weiß. Utsusemi, the leader of the trio, was apt to drive him crazy with the stick up his ass, but he was a useful young man to have around the shop. Kagerou was just plain fun to be with. An accomplished martial artist, the oldest of the trio was up for a good sparring session any time. And Ken found it easy to insidiously influence the rambunctious late teen into the joys of soccer fan-dom. The fragile looking Yuugiri unconsciously invoked in Ken the instinct to protect her in a way no other individual had done before. It was the same with the other two men and she was most put out with them for it, because belying her appearance and age, she was a tough woman with ability enough to stand on her own without any assistance. She did send them around the bend frequently though, with her endless tinkering of all things mechanical and electronic. Ken did not think that he would ever forget seeing his toast embedding itself in the ceiling after the girl 'improved' the toaster one morning.
In spite of himself, Ken found himself liking these 'newbies'. He was also surprised at Kritiker for their remarkable sensitivity in not giving the new Weiß codenames of cats like Ken's original team. As far as hints went, Kagerou had once casually asked Ken what he would like to be if he had to choose an insect code name like theirs. He found himself considering the matter. Somehow, he could feel that despite the failure with the psychiatrist, Kritiker was ready to let him take on Operational Status again. All he needed to do was close the door on the old Weiß and move on.
However, a part of him resisted this last step of acceptance. He just couldn't-- he didn't want to. He felt it would mean he accepted the belief that his friends were dead, and he wasn't ready to admit it. Neither was he ready to give up on the memory of the man he loved. He had never admitted his feelings to Aya. Now more than ever, he regretted missing the opportunity to do that.
Ken sighed deeply to himself as he stared at the group picture of his old team in its frame on his table. He missed them all. Omi would email him at least once a week to check on how he was doing and ask how he was getting along with his new neighbours and co-workers, but it wasn't the same as having his friend live in the apartment above him.
In their small ways, the new Weiß reminded him of his friends, and that only made him miss them all the more. Kagerou was far from being a playboy of Yoji's caliber, but when Ken heard the man returning to his apartment after a night of cruising the bars, he couldn't help thinking of his green-eyed friend. Utsusemi, with his serious countenance and ability as a leader, reminded him of Omi when his young friend would chair their mission briefings. And Yuugiri? She, of all people, appeared capable of delivering a close enough imitation of Aya's 'Shi-ne' glare at the swarming fan girls who frequented the store to check out the new 'bishies'.
He missed them terribly. In fact he continued to think of them a lot; something that the psychiatrist made him aware of, though his thoughts never seemed to cover the missing two weeks of his life. Suspecting that Ken's partial amnesia was in someway related to his memory and feelings for his friends, the doctor had wanted him to tell her everything he could remember about them.
He couldn't…
Oh, it was easy to tell her about the little quirks that amused and irritated him. It was okay for her to hear how Aya would obliviously play and nibble on an ear-tail when he was engrossed in a book; or hear of how much of a slob Yoji was for most of the week before he'd religiously engage in a cleaning frenzy every Thursday afternoon and monopolize their communal washing machine and dryer. He had no qualms about telling her of the many hours Aya and Omi would spend drilling them on the language of flowers, or even describing Aya's laborious efforts in teaching them the finer points of the art of Ikebana; Where to the surprise of all, Yoji proved to be a most apt pupil. Things like that were harmless observations. However, there was a lot more that he felt too personal to share.
Ken felt guilty about withholding information from the psychiatrist, but patient-doctor confidentiality aside, he didn't think it was any of her damn business. He also thought it wasn't right to talk about his feelings concerning the relationship between Yoji and Aya.
It still broke his heart to think of how he had missed his chance with Aya. Walking in on them that one time had been a shock. Until then he had thought all along that Aya was still single, and that he had time to screw up his courage to approach him. He had no idea Yoji could be so discrete about their relationship.
After that incident, he had for a while surreptitiously observed his team mates. In hindsight, with all the Aya-watching he did, Ken couldn't believe how blind he had been to the actions that betrayed the feelings between the two men. Only now when he looked out for it did he see how Yoji would frequently give Aya a reassuring look as he flirted with the girls in the shop. Only now did he realize that Aya was Yoji's date when the blonde took off on Friday and Saturday nights; that he only heard the footfalls of one person returning in the early hours of the morning because Aya, out of habit, walked in time with Yoji up the stairs, much like they did on missions so that they could camouflage their numbers. And-- Ken only heard one door opening and closing because Aya would spend the night in Yoji's apartment. When he really considered the man's behavior, Ken had come to understand why Yoji spent Thursdays cleaning his apartment. It was for Aya's sake.
How unbelievable was it that their resident slob and night owl fell for their obsessive-compulsive neat-freak and morning person? Ken had lost before he'd even been aware that there was a war to be fought. If he was to be honest with himself, Ken had to admit that he would sometimes feel resentment over his loss. To be forced to stay in the company of someone he desired, and watch while someone else reaped the awards of the man's secret smiles and affection… There were days when he hated Kudou.
To be fair, Ken respected Yoji for his devotion once he made a commitment to a relationship. As much as he would wish otherwise, Ken knew that Yoji would never let go of Aya. At the other end, Aya had been hurt too many times to give his love frivolously; He had been especially wary after that disaster of a mission in Kyoto when he had to fight and kill the sword master who had taught him and given him the sword he once used. The fact that Yoji managed to breech the formidable walls said much of his effort. The prize though, Ken knew, would make any sacrifice worthwhile. When Aya gave his love, he gave his all. And Ken could not help feeling jealous of Yoji for his good fortune.
Only in his dreams could he imagine and pretend that life was different; 'Cause he knew that there was very little chance that the men would break up. If there was any hope for Ken to have even a small taste of Yoji's bounty, it was if he invited Ken to share in it.
The idea in itself was not inconceivable. Ken could believe that Yoji was a hedonist enough to like sex play. Aya was another matter altogether, but he could believe that Yoji could be persuasive and get the stoic redhead to go along with it. It had come to be one of his favorite daydreams to imagine Yoji coming by his apartment to invite him over for a bit of fun.
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Moonlight on marble. That was the exquisite vision displayed to him this time. The presentation of fair skin and blood red hair contrasted nicely against the dark silky-smooth sheets draped about the room. The coarse looking black twine, which secured supple limbs to the corners of the bed, added texture and feeling to the scene that made their victim look ripe for a night of sweet ravishment.
Before these visits started, Ken would never have thought that Yoji had a grain of artistic skill in his body. But he changed his mind easily enough as he got to see the various ways Yoji would arrange his props to position Aya in his room to set the mood for their play sessions. Tonight, it looked like the theme was set for toys and teasing before they took their turn to relieve themselves.
Aya laid a Shi-ne level glare at them as they approached him with oil and battery powered dildos of various shapes and sizes. Ken's eyebrows lifted a bit to see the 'O' ring gag Aya had on which effectively forced his mouth open in a ready position to be taken advantage of. He felt surprised to note that gagged so, their redhead friend couldn't possibly call out a safe word to halt the game if he didn't want to continue it. But he figured Yoji knew what he was doing, after all this was his boyfriend.
Seeing how Yoji just smirked at Aya for the glare and proceeded to nibble and lavish his attention on the nearest convenient nipple, Ken followed his lead to lick and swirl his tongue around its companion. Slowly but surely, they started to coax responses from Aya that he couldn't hold back--
Wait? Ken blinked as he stopped languidly stroking the semi stiff length of Aya's cock. Why was Aya fighting them? Wasn't he supposed to be relaxed and drinking in the attention?
Yoji's hand closed over his and drew him into moving it again. "Don't drag out the torture quite that long, KenKen. We don't want to tire him out before we have our turn, do we?"
As if in agreement to Yoji's statement, Ken noticed Aya's piercing glare at him. He found himself momentarily taken aback by the fierceness of the scowl. However, Yoji came to his rescue by kissing Aya and thus blocking the redhead's stare at him. But--why was Aya radiating so much anger?
Looking around Yoji's head, Ken was stunned to see twin tracks of tears flowing from the corners of Aya's eyes. Were they doing something wrong?
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Ken sat up in his bed with a jolt. That dream had been so vivid he'd have thought it was real. But why was it so annoyingly awkward? He growled in frustration as he reached down to touch himself and tried to imagine a more enjoyable scenario. He didn't want Aya angry and crying in his fantasies. He wanted Aya to enjoy and bask in the attention they were giving him.
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Something was wrong… Ken could have sworn that Aya had just forced himself to choke back a scream as Yoji inserted the fake penis into him. With all the effort he put into stretching and lubricating the passage, Aya should have been moaning in uninhabited arousal. But that slip was quickly glossed over as Yoji soon had their little captive torturously mewling and writhing in his bonds. Ken was not a bit surprised. He had never used a dildo on himself before, but he could imagine the devastation that Yoji's wickedly rippled toys would do to his senses when dragged against his prostate. Aya's reactions were evidence enough of the instrument's effectiveness in bringing him to full arousal.
"Better get yourself prepped, KenKen. How tight a passage do you think you want to give him this time, or do you want to ride him?"
Ken was barely able to hold back a groan as he slipped his oil-slicked fingers within him. "Both." He wanted to be greedy tonight. "After you."
Yoji chuckled at him in amusement. "Hear that, Kitten? He's been well and truly corrupted, hasn't he?"
If Aya had a reply to that, Ken didn't hear it. Besides, in the next moment, everything else in his universe had disappeared and he was only aware of Aya's hard cock penetrating him and stretching him to his limits.
He hardly felt Yoji sliding into place, or paid much attention to the hands about his hips that guided him to move in counterpoint to the thrusting body behind him. He had Aya inside him and in a while he would have him as well. That was all that mattered to him at that moment.
God, so what if he was only able to participate when Yoji was feeling generous enough to invite him. He was going to have his fill of Aya tonight and store up as many memories as he could make to last him till the next invitation the couple deigned to give him.
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"Yo! Hidaka! I can't believe you forgot about the match between ManU and Everton!" The pounding on his door shocked Ken out of his fantasy world. "Come on I already have the beer and chips ready for us in the M-room." Kagerou's voice started to fade, signaling his departure.
Left alone once again, Ken cursed as he looked at the hard, weeping cock he was still trying to stroke off. Why did his daydreams have to be so difficult today? All he wanted was a bit of harmless relief. Why did his conscience have to keep butting in when nothing was real?
He gripped himself a little harder and closed his eyes to try and recapture the fantasy. "Just a bit more… " He swore softly.
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#"Do you want to fuck him?" Yoji asked, blunt and rough, his breath dribbling sex like warm water down Ken's spine. His hand was on Aya's body when he inquired, spreading his cheeks apart, two fingers framing the slightly swollen, blood-tinged entrance there in blatant invitation.#
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"Ahh!" Ken's eyes flew open as he released himself. "What the fuck was that?"
Blood was not his kink and certainly not blood in that general vicinity. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear the image from his mind. Oh, there were many ways he wanted Aya, but bleeding was not one of them.
Ken took a couple of deep cleansing breaths before he tucked himself back in his pants and got off the bed. Kagerou would be wondering whether he was sick if he missed the start of the match. He couldn't exactly tell the younger man what he had been up to. He could pick up his illicit fun another day. Hopefully, next time his mind wouldn't keep triggering his conscience.
As he walked down the stairs and headed towards the mission room, Ken couldn't help but dwell on a disturbing significance; his fantasies had never seemed so real before. Ken had to wonder where his mind was drawing its inspiration.
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When did his dreams start becoming so dark and brutal? Ken asked himself as he sat on his bed and flipped through a photo album he had kept of his ex-colleagues. He stared at one particular picture which had his blonde friend grinning as he 'threateningly' waved a forkful of strawberry shortcake at an amused Aya. Did he actually think that Yoji could be quite so abusive?
If he rationalized it, Ken could well believe that Yoji could be as talented with rope and bondage as he was with his wire. Maybe that was why the scenarios he created around the older men always involved Aya being tied up in some way or another.
He turned to look at his bedside table and set aside the photo album. Reaching deep inside the drawer, he took out an unassuming jotter book and flipped through the pictures he had printed and pasted over the pages. It started out crude and awkward, but over the years, Ken's skills at photo manipulation had improved to a point where he could very easily take Aya's head and position it over his favorite bondage model for the month. He had almost filled his second book. Ken hoped to God that Omi never found out what he sometimes used his computer for while the kid was at school.
Yoji would often tease Omi about sneaking in time to look for porn on the Internet while he was working. Ken wondered what Yoji would say if he knew that Ken was the one who used the internet to frequently look for yaoi and slash pictures and stories; if he knew that Ken had written thinly disguised yaoi bondage stories involving himself and the playboy's boyfriend… He made sure to clear the history and cache of the browser before he left the computer whenever he used it to read or post stories.
Ken couldn't help it. He didn't understand why, but he liked to think and fantasize of Aya in bondage. Was this his psyche talking here? Did he think that Aya had been aware of his interest and deliberately been discouraging? Did he subconsciously want to humiliate and take revenge on the man for being so unapproachable in real life? Was he enacting it?
He chuckled softly to himself as he realized that he had the perfect person to talk to about stuff like this, if he so wished. But Ken wasn't sure that he even wanted to imagine describing to his therapist his many fantasies revolving around his friends. A grin touched his lips to think of the woman's reaction if he described to her-- oh, say the fantasy where he and Yoji had flogged Aya before sex.
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God, it was like trying to breathe stew. The man was a confirmed sex maniac if he could think of sex in this heat. If Yoji didn't keep dangling the carrot in front of him of having a chance to play with Aya, Ken would have told him to shove off. At the last, Ken had given in to let Yoji take the dusty, grinding, and squealing old monstrosity that Momoe-san had loaned to them; Anything to make the room where they played more comfortable in this summer heat wave. It was a pity that it wasn't very effective. He also wished they could have found a way to fix the fan so that it didn't keep farting a stink like burnt cat fur.
Even with the advent of evening, the heat still clung to them like a jealous lover. Fuck… He sometimes marveled over Yoji's sex-drive. It felt as if the summer's heat had put them all through a pressure cooker, yet the playboy could still think of sex. It made him wonder how Aya coped with the man's libido.
Ken looked over to the centre of the room where Yoji was putting the finishing touches to Aya's bondage. As usual in their games, the redhead was nude while they were fully clothed. According to Yoji, there was significant symbolism that way to put the balance of power in their hands. Considering the humid heat the summer had brought to Tokyo that season, Ken wondered if the rule could be reversed for comfort's sake. Still, despite his nudity, Aya really didn't look any cooler. He had sweat trickling down his body in rivets. And of course, to their eyes, he looked spectacularly hot in many other ways.
Ken gazed appreciatively at the tableau Yoji presented of Aya's body. He did so have a weakness for chains lovingly wrapped around all that pale skin. Manacles stretched Aya's arms above his head, but Ken noted that Yoji had a chain hanging down and secured around his waist as well to take some of the weight off his shoulders. The waist chain was also nicely calculated as it served to lift Aya's hips slightly, allowing his tight little ass to jut out invitingly. Two more lengths of chain were fastened about his ankles and drawn to the sides, forcing the redhead's legs apart. Ken seriously doubted that Aya could wiggle, much less move in that position.
An unidentifiable crack made Aya wince and Ken turn his attention to Yoji as he approached the chained redhead. A Cat o' Nine-Tails… He had never seen one before. Ken thought his eyes would pop out of his head at the realization that Yoji was going to use it on Aya.
"Y-Yotan?"
"It's only dangerous if you don't know how to wield one, KenKen." Yoji smirked at him. "I can teach you."
Aya let out a strangled gasp at the first caress that landed on his shoulders. Ken gulped to see the many tails of the whip fall away to leave behind a fan of reddened marks. "Yoji!"
"I know what I'm doing, KenKen." The older man's eyes were dark with lust as he laid on another blow, this time hitting the slightly upturned buttocks. "I've had lots of practice. Watch, I won't even break his skin."
Ken noted that Aya wasn't shrieking in pain or yelling for a halt. The redhead was writhing and shuddering in his bounds but he was not screaming his safe word. That, he told himself was what stopped him from interfering.
"Always start light and slow, KenKen. Let it build so that the Kitten can prepare himself mentally and anticipate the full ordeal." He watched transfixed as Yoji methodically turned Aya's buttocks, thighs, and upper back red with the flogging. "Always avoid the lower back and spine, we don't want to cause serious injury when we play. That's also why I have him positioned like this, you know? The chain protects the Kitten's spine from accidental hits while I'm getting at his ass."
Aya started to make groin-tightening moans with each crack of the Cat, drawing answering groans from the watching Ken. God, he looked so hot as he tried to twist in the clanking chains as if to avoid the lashing. "And you take your time. Don't rush it. The Kitten wants to feel every little sting and caress you can give him."
If Aya was sweating from the heat earlier, it didn't compare to the perspiration that now poured from his pores. His whole body was glistening in sweat as the beating continued. Ken wasn't sure how long he could stay just watching and not participating in this game.
As if he had read the man's mind, Yoji stopped and coiled the whip to secure it to his belt as he gestured him forward with a leer. "Do you want to taste him?"
Aya let out a strangled croak as Ken kneeled before him and started to lightly run his hands up and down his outer thighs. "Yyyeeessss. Do you see how he's so sensitive to the lightest touch now, KenKen?" Yoji knelt behind Aya and started to lick up the length of the redhead's inner thigh. "Mmmm, and he tastes so sweet all over, doesn't he."
Ken was too aroused to speak as he breathed in Aya's heated scent of sweat and musk. In complete contrast to the flogging Aya had had to endure just moments ago, Ken started to gently lick at Aya's skin; his tongue coming closer to the man's tightly drawn up balls and the cock-ring restrained tower with each caress.
"K-k-ken--" Aya's shuddering whisper only drove him on as he lapped and gently nibbled at the man's balls and cock. He was only vaguely aware of Yoji's attention to Aya's sweetly reddened buttocks, though from Aya's strangled moan he was guessing that the blonde was licking at or perhaps even spearing his tongue into Aya's anus.
The summer heat didn't bother him anymore. Not when he was this busy enjoying their little sex kitten. He and Yoji had already got their partnership in tormenting their restrained lover down to an art. With minimal words, Ken started teasing Aya's engorged and purpled organ with lips and gently nibbling teeth while Yoji's fingers got him ready. In a matter of moments, they had Aya screaming as Yoji buried himself balls deep into the bound man and Ken took him down his throat. Aya's cries were sweet music to Ken's ears as he feasted on the hard flesh. Too soon, however, Yoji had had his release, and though Ken was disappointed to have to relinquish his tasty snack he was also eager to have his turn with the tight clasp.
He never minded so much that Yoji always went first. The combination of lubricant and Yoji's seed made for a wet, silky smooth entrance. Besides, how ever many times they took Aya, he was always tight for them. Fuck, that first clenching grip about his cock always made his heart skip a beat. Aya was shuddering and mewling under him as he seated himself as deeply as he could. From below them, Yoji looked up at him and leered as he lapped lightly and sucked on the tip of Aya's erection. Their Kitten's moans of torment rang in their ears for their cruelty.
After catching his breath, Ken started to move, loving how Aya's hips shivered in the grip of his hands as he pulled out almost completely before thrusting forward in one long hard stroke. He paced himself, wanting to drag this fuck out as long as he could. The constrictive, silken sheath that Aya offered to them was something to savor and enjoy. He didn't want to give up his place to Yoji too soon. Ken could be selfish about things like that. After all, the man already enjoyed that privilege more than he ever could.
"KenKen?" He almost smirked at Yoji's possessive growl.
"Not finished." His fingers had tightened its grip on Aya's hips, giving the man his first set of hand print bruises for the night. He was proud of these temporary marks of ownership. Yoji's fingers were too slender and supple to ever present any of the same to Aya. His goalie's hands, however, were bigger and he had strength enough in his fingers to give Aya bruises that he'd bear on his hips for a few weeks to come.
The blonde was not to be out done though. Ken groaned as he felt Yoji's talented fingers start to impale and stretch him. "You're s--so greedy."
"Says you." Yoji's hot breath puffed against his cheek as he felt the man settle over his back. "'You saying I can call you mine too?
Ken paused in his fucking to groan as he felt Yoji's hard member push into him. "N--not complaining."
They waited the minuscule amount of time necessary for Ken's body to adjust to Yoji's cock before they started to move again. Yoji's hands had swiftly reached over Ken's on Aya's hips so that he could pull them both hard against him. Ken thought that it was as if Yoji was fucking Aya through him.
To feel Aya's pulsating clench milking him as Yoji pounded against his prostate… Gods! He couldn't last long at this pace. Despite his struggle to hold his orgasm off, Ken came. And he came hard enough to make his mind blank out for nearly a full minute. He had been barely conscious of his surroundings when Yoji had withdrawn from him and moved him aside to take his place in Aya's ass. It was a while before his senses returned to make him realize that he was sitting on the floor behind them; Watching as Yoji slammed his hips into Aya's reddened buttocks with loud, wet slaps while the man cried and shuddered from the vigorous pounding.
A grin quirked at his lips to note that Aya still hadn't been able to come yet. He'd have time for another turn after Yoji was done before they finished him off.
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Ken was feeling mighty fine after that little fantasy. It was always good when he felt that he needed a shower after a daydream. However, it was when he came down from these little breaks that he'd remember and realize that he needed to let go of these dreams sooner or later. Kritiker had for whatever reason forbidden him contact with his friends. It couldn't be healthy for him to continue to fantasize of them and torment himself with what would never be. But--damn! His daydreams had never been so vivid or felt so real before. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to give them up--
Ken shook his head almost violently at the thought. "Hidaka, you're being pathetic." He scolded himself. "You really need to get out more. "
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For the thousandth time, Ken berated himself for falling for Yuugiri's wide eyed pleading expression. In the months that he had known her, he had come to understand that the girl was as devastating and ruthless as Omi in using the expression to get what she wanted. He should have taken the hint when Utsusemi and Kagerou disappeared into the backroom and left him alone with the girl to shoo their fangirls off to their afternoon classes. He swore that he'd get back at the two men for leaving him to the mercy of a girl who needed a shopping companion.
The only fortunate fact of the situation was that she wasn't clothes shopping. He still remembered the luckless Utsusemi's tale of what had happened after she tried on a dress and asked him the dreaded question "Does this make me look fat?" There after, the man was scarce whenever she looked like she wanted to walk the malls on their day off.
This shopping trip, however, was as bad as when Omi would drag him out to help him shop for computer stuff. As he followed her up and down the aisle of various electronic shops, Ken was left to wonder whether she was speaking to him in another language as she yammered to him about electronic circuit diagrams. Somewhere in her babble, he understood that she was building a tracking signal device. Or that at the least was what he thought she was talking to him about. It boggled his mind to see the various small packets of capacitors, resistors, inductors, and coils of wire that she was filling the basket he was carrying with.
Sighing as he resigned himself to a boring afternoon following the diminutive girl, he almost missed the flash of a familiar profile outside the store window. While he knew he shouldn't have left Yuugiri without informing her, something sent him pushing past an entering youth in outlandish clothes and racing out the door of the shop.
As he stood on the sidewalk trying to ascertain who or what had caught his eye, Ken saw a man with a long reddish magenta braid walking away from him. He couldn't for the life of him say why the departing figure looked so familiar or what sent him tearing after the man, but he gave chase and caught the man by a shoulder to turn him around.
"Aya…" Shocked amethyst eyes focused on Ken as he gripped the former redhead by the arms. "Aya! How have you been? Where have you been? And your ear-tails-- Why did you get rid of them? What did you do with your hair? And what's with the spectacles?"
So delighted was he in seeing his friend again, Ken had missed noticing how the man's eyes seemed to go unfocussed on him. He wasn't even aware that his hands had unconsciously tightened about Aya's arms when he felt him try to pull away.
"Ken?"
Ken frowned at the tremble he felt going through the man's body. His eyes narrowed to note how ghastly pale Aya looked, and his voice seemed to hold little strength in it. "Aya? Are you all right? Are you sick or something?"
"Let me go." Two hands came between them and started to push at his chest. "Let me go!"
He couldn't understand the sudden panic he saw in the amethyst orbs. In retrospect, Ken knew he should have released his hold on Aya, but being suddenly in contact with the man of his dreams again, he didn't want to let go. He didn't want to let Aya slip away from him. Instead, he tightened his hold on the struggling man's arms and started to pull him into an alley to get them out of sight of the public.
Fortunately for Ken, he was paying attention. As it was, he still barely managed to get his thigh in the way of Aya's knee, deflecting a potentially crippling blow to his groin. He probably slammed the man against the wall of the alley with a bit more force than necessary, but the unwarranted attack pissed him off. "Why the fuck did you try that for?!"
"Let me go!" If Ken didn't know better, he would have said that Aya was hysterical. But-- that couldn't be right. The man he knew had always been cool and remote, not this struggling, emotional wreck he was hanging on to. "Hidaka, let me go!"
"Aya, calm down. What's wron--?" He tried asking in his most soothing voice, but a fist thrown in his face interrupted him.
Taken by surprise he released his hold on Aya and stumbled against the wall of the alley. Before he could recover, a knee hit his gut and another fist slammed into his face quickly followed by an arm pushed against his neck while a body held him against the wall. Familiar green eyes bore into him.
"Y--Yoji?" Ken choked as his eyes finally focused on the strange apparition before him. Like Aya, the blonde had changed his hair color and style. Gone were the sunglasses and the long, wavy, honey-blonde locks. Yoji's hair was now completely sunlit blonde, short and-- curly. When he thought about it later, Ken would have described the new style to be quite hideous. Right now though, he was too busy trying to keep himself from being throttled to care.
"I'm warning you, Hidaka." Yoji growled at him as he pushed harder at his neck. "Don't you ever lay a hand on Ran again."
"Ran?" Ken's hands were on the arm choking him. He was too stunned to seriously fight back. "W-- what--? Yoji? It's Ken? What--? Who's--"
"Yotan! Get your ass over here! Your boyfriend's hyperventilating!" An unfamiliar voice hissed loudly at them, bringing their attention to the front of the alley where a brown-haired stranger was trying to offer assistance to their trembling friend who kept evading him. Ken saw Yoji's expression suddenly change from pissed off to concerned, though the arm across his neck didn't slack off.
"Kudou…" A new unfamiliar voice herald the arrival of a scruffy looking platinum blonde who came forward and pulled lightly on Yoji's shoulder, encouraging him to ease off Ken. "Go look after Ran. I'll handle it from here."
"Ran?" Ken was too bewildered to do any more than lean against the alley wall when Yoji released him.
As he watched, Yoji approached the violently trembling man and touched his face with a gentleness that Ken didn't know he possessed. However, the platinum blonde stranger placed himself in his line of sight and blocked the scene.
"Hidaka, right?"
"What? Who the hell are you?" Ken tried to look around the scruffy man and only managed to catch a glimpse of the brown haired stranger quickly herding Yoji and Aya away.
"Another of Kritiker's dogs." The man growled as he pushed him back against the wall, taking his full attention. "I thought you were told never to contact them again."
"Why?! They're my friends. I thought they were dead or something!" He was confused and bewildered by the whole situation and he was rapidly getting pissed off about being kept in the dark. "What the fuck's going on?!"
The man growled at him angrily. "Don't you remember what happened on your last mission with them?!"
Ken frowned at him looking very worried now. "No… I lost two weeks of my life…" He slumped back against the wall in fear. "Fuck… What--?" He couldn't forget the terror in Aya's eyes, or the fury in Yoji's. "What happened to-- them?"
The blonde's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "You-- you really don't remember?"
"No, damn it! Why won't anyone say anything to me abo--?" Ken stopped speaking as the other man sighed and raised a hand to rub his temple.
"Schwarz-- They probably think he left something up here." The man tapped at his head. "Look, if-- if you really don't remember a thing-- Yo-- Ra-- Aya said that-- Just know that the bastard-- used you. It'll be best for everyone concerned if you leave them alone."
Ken didn't say anything as he looked at a fascinating spot near his right foot. He didn't know what to think. Schwarz-- Schuldig-- he was used… He didn't remember--
Hearing the other man turn to leave, Ken called him back. There was just one little thing he wanted to know-- needed to know. "Is-- is 'Ran' his real name?"
"Yeah--" The man said softly without looking at him. "Yeah it is…"
It was hours later before Yuugiri finally found him in the alley and proceeded to yell at him for abandoning her. She was babbling about how she'd have lost him if this other Kritiker agent, who she bumped into in the store, didn't happened to have companions who had seen him earlier and pointed her in his direction. He wasn't listening to her.
~tbc~
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