Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Liebesträume (Dreams of Love) ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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Liebesträume
(Dreams of Love)
Based on the fic: Unterbewusst (Subliminal) by Chalcedony Cross
Part 2
By Jacque Koh
March 2003
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Hidaka Ken hated liars. It was a liar who cost him his career in soccer as a promising up and coming goalie… A liar who left him to die in a burning warehouse… A liar who tore his heart to pieces and tried to kill him a second time… That liar had a name, Kase. He had killed that man. Now though, he had no target.
If he was to be fair about it, no one had lied to him yet. Withheld information maybe, but he couldn't honestly say he had been lied to. However, the realization that his friends had essentially abandoned him still crushed his heart. Omi had been shamefaced when Ken finally managed to arrange to meet the man again despite his busy schedule as the Persia-in-training. The presence of guards who watched his every move during this meeting screamed aloud to him that not even Omi trusted him anymore. But the man did try to reassure Ken that it wasn't his fault. Kritiker were handling him with kid gloves because they still couldn't be sure that Schuldig's influence on him had worn off. Considering the fact that the German bastard hadn't had any contact with Weiß or Kritiker for well over eight months, Ken thought that they were being overly cautious. Still, they couldn't be sure, could they? And knowing that he had once been used to hurt his friends, Ken actually welcomed the caution. It would kill him if he were again used to hurt the people he cared for.
This time when confronted, Omi quietly admitted to him that Schuldig had hurt Aya and Yoji very badly through him. He refused to go into details, though he did tell Ken that the two men had to be admitted into the ICU when they had been found. On this revelation, Ken couldn't help but consider how he had had a regular room and was released the afternoon after he woke up. But what had he done to his two friends?
That chance afternoon when he 'bumped' into Aya and Yoji continued to haunt him. Aya-- he had been terrified of him. And Yoji? The man was pissed off and angry, but Ken just knew that it wasn't because of what he had unknowingly done to the older man. It suddenly became clear to him where the inspiration for all his vivid daydreams could have come from… Was that it, then? Was that how he had hurt the one he professed to love? He had wanted to ask Omi when they met, but he couldn't make himself speak when he had the chance. He wasn't sure he wanted to have his suspicions confirmed, and Omi was clearly uncomfortable about saying any more.
At that point in their meeting, Ken had realized that Omi was a real trooper. The younger man had tried to offer his sympathies and understanding despite knowing fully what had transpired. From his eyes, Ken knew that Omi didn't blame him for what had happened on that mission. But Ken also knew that he had not been forgiven.
It was clear to him that Yoji couldn't stand the sight of him. Aya-- the man was afraid of him. Oh, the Aya he knew would have bristled if anyone tried to use the word 'afraid' to describe him. He had pride in his ability and resourcefulness. One did not use the word 'fear' in the same sentence as 'Abyssinian' unless it was to describe the feelings of his opponents. However, on that afternoon…
Ken could still remember how the former redhead had struggled to regain control of his emotions. Before the scruffy blonde had blocked his view of his friends, Ken had seen how angry Aya had been with himself for the display of weakness. And it was clear to Ken now that the sight of him must have thrown Aya into a flashback of their imprisonment.
Fuck… Fuck! Ken hated liars, but-- rapists were greater monsters, weren't they? So where did that leave him? What the fuck was he supposed to do?
"Kritiker isn't going to drop the matter until you do it first."
Ken started from his reverie to stare at the man who sat on the park bench next to him. "Schwa--!" The voice was familiar, as was the bearing and countenance but this silver-haired, monocle-wearing man looked nothing liked what he remembered of the Schwarz leader.
The man misinterpreted his look of surprise. "I thank you not to paint all of Schwarz with the same brush." Brad Crawford glared at him with his cool blue eyes. "Schuldig's actions were not sanctioned nor were they condoned."
Ken blinked a little at the man's regretful tone of voice. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that Crawford had just given him an un-worded apology. He warily settled back on the bench. "Could you have stopped him?"
Crawford shrugged as he looked forward and leaned on his knees. "Schwarz has already slipped the leash of Eszet, it does not need another organization after it."
Ken leaned forward to rest on his knees as well as he studied the man who had been his enemy since the inception of Weiß. It seemed so strange not to see him dressed in a business suit. The stiff collared jacket made him look more severe and older, and the silver hair… Hell, when he met Omi earlier that week, Ken had been shocked to learn that the younger man had dyed his hair black and taken to wearing long sleeved shirts and long pants; ditching his familiar casual wear and shorts. Just what was going on? Had the rest of the world decided to get a makeover without telling him?
"You can't ask others to move on if you yourself cannot let go" Crawford told him quietly, breaking the silence between them. "And whining about it doesn't do anything useful."
With that parting shot, the man abruptly got up and walked away, leaving Ken blinking after him and wondering what that was all about.
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They were with Crashers. Yuugiri had unknowingly supplied him the name of the group Aya and Yoji were with when he had asked her about the man she had met at the electronics store. He remembered hearing Manx mention the group a time or two. It was one of Kritiker's foremost non-lethal units; One which specialized in conducting sting operations and information gathering rather than confrontation and death like Weiß. For his friends' sake, Ken was glad that they were allowed to step away from the bloody business of murder and assassination.
Ken told himself that he hadn't deliberately tried to seek them out. Omi had begged him not to make contact with that team and he had intended to listen to his last remaining friend. However, as fickle fate would have it, he chanced upon them again when he wandered into a part of a park he hadn't been to before. This time though he didn't let anyone know of his presence.
As he quietly stayed out of sight, Ken was privileged to see how the Crashers team relaxed. He couldn't help the little stab of jealousy to remember how little Aya had socialized with the rest of Weiß. It seemed as if the former redhead was much more cozy and comfortable with this group, who he'd stayed with for slightly less than a year, than he had ever been with Weiß despite their nearly five years of association.
The setting seemed to be a comfortable scene, which Crashers probably indulged in rather frequently. The scruffy blonde was off to one side throwing a Frisbee with a youth, whom Ken recognized as the one he had brushed past in the electronics shop. There was a green-haired bespectacled man, who he'd never seen before, cheerfully calling instructions and directions to them from his position on the picnic blanket while he sipped a cup of tea and stroked a purring cat that took possession of his lap. Near him, Ken could see Aya seated on the other side of the picnic basket seemingly reading to a young girl who was leaning comfortably against the brown-haired man, who he had seen in the alley that day. And Yoji? The man was kneeling behind the former redhead and quietly combing Aya's hair while he laughed and joked with the brown haired man.
God, Aya had long hair now. Its color may have been altered slightly, but Ken was sure that it was probably just as soft and silky as it was in the past. Ken could feel himself burning with envy to see Yoji combing and gently smoothing out the tangles in Aya's hair.
Ken growled to himself in frustration as he turned away from the peaceful scene. No-- it wasn't 'Aya' anymore. They had known all along that 'Aya' wasn't his real name. His real name was 'Ran'. Again, Ken could feel a stab of jealousy drive into him. Yoji always seemed to turn out to be the lucky one. As it was, it had even been Yoji who had given him the name when they had met. He had seen Aya-Ran first, so how was it that Yoji managed to top him in Ay-Ran's regard in all ways?
A memory of A-Ran's terror filled eyes slammed into him again. God, he just wanted to love the man. Why was fate so cruel as to give him to someone else?
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"Come on, Ken-kun! Wipe the floor with his ass!"
"Yuugiri!" Utsusemi glared at her in aghast. "That is hardly language becoming of a young lady."
"Hey, lighten up, Utsu-chan." The girl in question shrugged. "Who said that I ever wanted to be a lady?"
Ken could barely keep himself from laughing as he saw Utsusemi groan and bury his face in his hands from the corner of his eyes. The focus of his attention, however, was on Kagerou, his sparring partner for this workout session. As was often the case, he paired off with the younger man since his fighting style was most able to give the martial artist a good challenge. The boy was far too disciplined and textbook like with his moves; something that Ken was working hard to train out of him. In their line of business, it did not pay to give their opponent a fair chance.
Kagerou pouted as he and Ken circled each other. "Traitor, I thought you were supposed to be rooting for us newbies." His playful tone took any sting out of the words. "Not that I need encouragement to beat this geriatric."
"Geriatric? Is it?" Ken huffed in good humor. "I'm going to thump your ass but good for that. You're not all that much younger, kid."
"Them's fighting words, old man."
From where he sat watching them, Utsusemi rested his head on his hand and yawned theatrically. "So get on with it already. You're wearing a hole in the floor."
"Don't get your panties in a twist, Utsu-chan." Yuugiri patted him on the arm. "They'll start when they're good and ready. Eh, Butterfly?"
"Dragonfly!" Kagerou automatically corrected her.
Ken chuckled to himself to hear the two at it yet again. This teasing had been going on ever since Yuugiri bumped into Kagerou when he was on the way out to a club and saw him with makeup on. Being a girl who didn't much care for makeup, unlike others of her species, she had been more than stunned to find out that her teammate was vain enough to use eyeliner and a bit of blush to pretty himself up for a night out.
"Why not 'Butterfly'? It'll fit, you know? Who was it that said, 'Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee'?"
"You can keep your butterfly and Muhammad Ali." Kagerou growled. "Dragonfly."
As if that was the signal, they suddenly launched themselves at each other. Everything else faded into the background as Ken concentrated on his opponent. Textbook trained or not, Kagerou was still a very talented martial artist. Ken acknowledged his limitations as being more of a street fighter. His formal training in the martial arts only encompassed the time from when he was picked up by Kritiker till he was first delivered to the Koneko no Sumu Ie. His ability as a fighter had matured on-the-job, so to speak. So while Kagerou could probably claim to be a better fighter technically, Ken had far more experience 'fighting to live'. It evened out their skills and abilities in a spar very nicely.
Ken always looked forward to these sparring sessions. He really enjoyed a chance to test himself against someone of similar skill. He never got a chance to do so before in his Weiß team. He had only ever sparred with Yoji barehanded, and Yoji never really did offer him much of a fight. The older man was talented, but Yoji was a better distance fighter and truly excelled in battle when he was using his wires. Sparring with A-Ran always entailed him matching his bugnuks with Ay-Ran's Katana, and Ken had to admit that armed sparring was always a nervous affair for him.
He felt a twinge of pain within him to remember how he used to match weapons with A-Ran. They had trusted each other than. Ken couldn't help but recall the mission where Weiß had been assigned to take down a rouge US military installation. Near the mission's end, they had faked the deaths of the majority of the team. In fact, both Aya and Yoji had entrusted Ken with the task of killing them. It was a nervous business and it still chilled him to recall how he had to keep his cool and pretend that he had just killed his frien--
Ken's face met the floor abruptly.
"Yo, Ken-kun. You fall asleep there, old man?" Kagerou taunted him as he circled his fallen form.
Ken growled as he shook off the blow to the head and climbed to his feet. He was angry with himself for his carelessness. He should have known better than to daydream in the middle of a spar. Not especially a bout with Kagerou, who of all his sparring partners most matched him as an opponent.
"You're moving like a snail." Kagerou laughed at him as he dodged a punch and got another shot at Ken from inside his guard.
Fuck! Ken stumbled back out of breath as the younger man came in for the 'kill.' Too slow-- he was always too slow. With Aya especially… If he had only said something to the quiet redhead earlier, damn it! Yoji's interest in him only came into existence after he killed the Schreient bitch, Neu.
'You snooze, you lose.' Someone had said that to him once, someone-- Schuldig.
If he never hated his enemies before, everything changed with this bastard. The fucking asshole was fast; too fast for them to handle after they had just finished a tiring mission. He ran rings around them; playing with them until he was bored and knocked them out. What Ken wouldn't have given to have his smirking visage before him now? What would he pay for a chance to vent his frustrations on the bastard's hide?
Because of him, he had lost Aya and Yoji as friends. He wasn't so dumb as to mistake Yoji's hostility as anything other than hate. Worse, the bastard made him hurt Aya; hurt him so bad that the redhead was afraid of him. Fuck! It wasn't his fault! It was that blasted German with his fucking games! Yoji and Aya couldn't hold him responsible. Why couldn't they see he was as much a victim as they were? Why did he warrant this special treatment? Why was fate so unfair to--?
"Ken! That's enough! Put him down now!"
He blinked as the workout room slowly came to materialize around him. Ken looked at his surroundings in wonder. He had spaced out in the middle of a match again. Why wasn't he eating the mat though? Kagerou surely should have taken advantage of his distraction.
"Ken kun?" The meek sounding voice came from above him. "I'm sorry. I won't ever call you slow again. Could you put me down?"
Ken looked up slowly and blenched to realize that he had Kagerou over his head. "Fuck!"
With the 'extended' vacation he was currently enjoying, Ken had hoped that he'd be long over this. Sure, it was probably fine to go into a murderous rage when in a pitched battle, but not to the extent where he wasn't conscious of what was going on around him. Worse, this was just a friendly spar with a would-be-team mate. Way to go, Hidaka. He felt incredibly embarrassed and mortified.
"Er? Ken-kun?" Kagerou was getting decidedly nervous again.
To Yuugiri and Utsusemi, however, the whole debacle was looking quite hilarious. "Why, Ken-kun? I've always wanted to be swept off my feet." Yuugiri cooed at him impishly. "How come the Butterfly caught your attention and I didn't?"
Utsusemi smacked her upside the head for that comment. "Girl, leave us out of your Yaoi dreams. We're not poofy flower men."
"What? Ken! Hey buddy, I really love, yer, but not like that, heh?" Kagerou protested. "Yo, old man. Down, please. The pup's learnt his lesson. You're stronger and faster."
Ken dropped him back on his feet sheepishly. "Sorry about that. Reflexes kicking in-- 've been out of missions for too long."
"Well-- then do you think you're ready to comeback yet?" Utsusemi asked casually.
Ken performed a classic double take for them, stunned at how quickly they had glossed over his actions. His would-be colleagues, however, misinterpreted his expression. "Ho, ho, ho. Got you cornered this time, haven't we?" Yuugiri waved a finger at him.
"Oi! The man almost kills me, and you two ask him to join up?" Kagerou pouted petulantly, making Ken snicker at his hangdog expression. "I'm crushed."
"Hey, he was just following Yuugiri's orders." Utsusemi told him teasingly. "She told him to wipe the floor with you."
"Oo! That's a good point. That means he's already well trained and easy for me to order around."
Utsusemi sighed theatrically. "You really love using the headsets, don't you?"
"Why not, it's like playing that classic computer game Pac-man. I send you guys down the corridors to get the goods and gobble up the bad guys, while making sure they don't gobble you up and make you a ghostie."
Ken gave Utsusemi a look for the girl's description of how a mission was guided. The long-suffering leader just shrugged at him. "She's kinda necessary."
"Don't worry, you'll eventually get used to the mosquito."
"I'm not a mosquito!" Yuugiri stamped her foot in indignation.
"You're a pest." Kagerou teased her unrepentantly, suddenly catching on that he now had an insect name to annoy her with.
"Butterfly."
"Mosquito."
"Butterfly."
"Mosquito."
"Butterfly!"
"Mosquito!"
Ken felt sorry for Utsusemi as the two went on and on. The poor guy looked about ready to die from embarrassment at the antics of his subordinates.
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The bedside clock showed 2:30 am. Ken sighed as he tossed and turned in his bed trying to fall asleep. He had been thinking seriously about the offer and it was really keeping him up too late. It had been a long time since he'd been on a mission. It wasn't like he needed the money, but-- he had to admit that he missed the mission thrill. What did that say about him now? That he liked mass slaughter? Gods, no… He wasn't that sick in the head. He did not miss the feel of his bugnuks slicing through a body. He did not! However, there was something deep inside him that was seething for release. If his out of control spar wasn't indication enough of that danger, he was in denial. If he hadn't come to his senses in time, Kagerou could have gotten hurt. He needed to talk to his therapist about it.
Back to the offer, though-- was he ready to let go and-- close the door on the one he loved? His hand unconsciously crept under his blankets. Gods, Aya… Could he give up on the man? Thoughts of the offer to join the new Weiß and the spar that went sinister gave way to images of the man's profile. Ken felt a smile touching his lips as he at last started to drift off. Already, he could feel himself being pulled into the memory of another favourite fantasy. He sighed deeply in contentment as the dream unfolded. Aya… If that was the only way he could have the man, he didn't want to wake up.
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If Ken was feeling any guilt for leaving Yoji to prepare Aya and do the necessary scene setting for their play before they started the games, he wasn't admitting it. Besides, he was sure that Yoji enjoyed doing all the groundwork if only to see Ken's appreciative stare when it came time to call him in to participate in the fun. More to the point, it was too fucking hot for Ken to want to do anything.
The expected knock on the door prompted him to abandon his sweaty nest of bedclothes and pillows. He didn't feel like taking the time to pull on his jeans today. After all, why bother? In a while he'd have to take them off again anyway. Besides, it wasn't as if Yoji and Aya hadn't been well acquainted with his body over the last few weeks.
Yoji was grinning at Ken when he noted how he was met at the door. "My, how you've grown, KenKen. We'll make a true hedonist out of you in a couple more days."
Ken was too hot to do more than flip Yoji the bird. Tokyo's heat wave was exceptionally spectacular today. Part of him couldn't believe he had the energy or the interest to play. The other half wanted to cut to the chase.
"How would you like to be an officer, KenKen?" Yoji grinned as Ken gave him a confused look. "I know, KenKen." The man leered at him as he moved to hang an arm about his shoulders "You forgot to clear the history log on the browser one afternoon."
Ken froze in mortification.
"I hear you have quite a fan following with your writing."
"Fuck." Ken buried his face in his hands. His face was so red, he was quite sure its colour would rival Aya's hair. "Yoji…" He wondered if his friend was going to murder him for writing such thinly disguised trash starring his boyfriend.
"Quite an imagination, you've got there, KenKen." Yoji pulled him along and led his woodenly moving feet towards his apartment. "What do you think?"
Ken gaped to see how Yoji had chosen to tie Aya this time. The man was fastened on his knees with his legs spread and tied to the sides of a set of railroad tracks that had been placed in the centre of the room. Lengths of rope knotted Aya's arms behind him and were hung from the ceiling to form a harness that supported his chest and upper body in mid air. There was another rope about his shoulders pulling him forward and tilting his centre of gravity enough so that he couldn't rest back on his knees. Tied in such a position, there was little chance for the man to struggle or regain enough balance to move. It was a diabolical position, which Ken hadn't been sure would work in his prisoner of war story. He had to wonder how much of that particular arc Yoji had read. He hadn't even finished writing the story yet, but that was because he was a hopeless writer, having written himself into a hole and gotten the poor man into such a fix that he wasn't sure how to have him rescued by his friends.
Aya turned his head slightly at his entrance and looked at him warily. "Ken-- let me go… "
"Ahh, ahhh, Kitten. Sorry. No can do. Kritiker isn't happy with your performance it seems, so they had to find a use for you in another way."
Ken's eyebrows lifted at Yoji's train of thought. Yoji gave him a leer. "Aren't you so lucky we came in before they irrevocably handed you over to the barracks? I don't suppose Weiß could keep him for our amusement, could we?"
Ken grinned as he flowed into the role play. "What do you say about that, Kitten?" He cooed as he reached over to grip Aya's chin to make him look up at them. "The guard barracks? Or can you convince us to keep you?"
"Ken-- It's not--" Whatever Aya wanted to say was lost in a sharp crack.
"Naughty-- naughty Kitten." Yoji brandished a leather-covered paddle behind him before swinging it for another strike. "No names now. You don't have that privilege."
"Ke--" Aya jerked again as the paddle hit his other butt cheek.
"Like Yoji said. No names, Kitten. And maybe we'll be nice to you."
He felt strange to watch Aya slump forward in his bounds and not bother to look up again with his words. Was the heat getting to him? Ken turned to see Yoji putting aside the paddle to caress Aya's sides and thighs.
"Shit, Love. If you've changed your mind you could have used your safe word. We could do something else." Yoji started undoing the ties and bounds about the trembling man.
Ken couldn't say he wasn't disappointed but Aya really was looking out of it today. In all their previous games, he'd at the least put up a token struggle or glare his defiance at their audacity. Today he just looked worn out and tired.
With the last knot released, Yoji had lifted the unrestrained man in his arms and gently laid him on his bed. Ken watched them with his heart in his throat. Would Yoji be asking him to leave soon? He kept his sighs to himself as he watched them wistfully. In all the times that they played, Yoji had always waved him off to handle the clean up and aftermath by himself. It was as if it was a special moment with Aya that Yoji didn't want to share.
To his utmost surprise though, Yoji didn't chase him away this time. "Come on over, KenKen. Let's rest a moment."
He didn't wait too long in case Yoji changed his mind and retracted the invitation. Aya hardly budged as he settled down next to him. For a while, Ken wondered if they were just going to lie together on the mattress and try to sleep in the heat that swirled around them. He shouldn't have doubted Yoji.
Ken watched as Yoji turned Aya's face towards him and gently kissed him on the lips. This was something new to Ken. No games, or bondage. He could feel himself perking up to the thought of an afternoon of sweet lovemaking. He didn't have to wait too long before Yoji moved away from their Kitten's lips and started to trail kisses down his neck and towards his back. With gentle prompting, Yoji soon had Aya turned slightly on one side and facing Ken. Ken took this as an indication that it was his turn.
Turned on his side too and facing Aya, Ken reached over to gently caress his cheek, noting with a frown as he did so, that Aya's eyes were tightly shut. "Aya, open your eyes."
Moaning softly from Yoji's attentions behind him, Aya almost imperceptibly shook his head. This made Ken frown in puzzlement. Seeing how Aya's attention appeared to be more on what was taking place behind him, Ken moved closer until their lips were nearly touching and they seemed to be trading breaths.
"Aya? Kitten, I want to see your eyes, won't you open them for me?"
"Ken? I-- Ahh."
What ever it was Yoji was doing behind Aya, it made the redhead gasp and arch his neck. In Ken's view it was as if the other man was 'showing him throat'. Far be it for him to ignore the invitation. Ken's lips and teeth were quick to fasten onto the pale neck to add to the numerous bites and bruises that were already there from the previous days of games. The rumbling purr of Aya's response to his attentions drove him on and encouraged him to gently explore the contours of their little sex kitten's neck and chest.
A sudden push from Yoji made them jump as his strategic shove caused their erections to rub against one another, adding to their arousal. Ken started to pull Aya on top of him to further the sweet friction between them. He felt more than heard Yoji pushing himself into Aya from behind and gasped to feel the blonde taking control again and rubbing them together as he fucked Aya.
Groaning at the tormenting pace Yoji had set for them, Ken pulled Aya tighter against him and started his own exploration of the redhead's mouth. This was pure heaven. Ken forgot about the stifling heat of the room. His entire focus was on the man resting over and rubbing erections with him. He couldn't get enough of the taste of Aya.
He wished he could always have this privilege…
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It was uncanny. For nearly a year, Ken hadn't been sure his ex-team mates were even alive, and now in the space of a week, he had unintentionally run into them again. This time, it was at a high school, of all places, where he had briefly stopped to deliver a surprise arrangement for a teacher. When he first heard the names mentioned, he had thought it was a coincidence. Imagine his shock to discover that Aya and Yoji taught there.
Aya, he discovered from eavesdropping on some of their students, was apparently a history and literature teacher, while Yoji taught Art. Oh, Ken could well believe that Aya could easily pass off as a teacher of history and English literature. The man was, after all, widely read. But he had no idea that Yoji could draw, much less teach someone else how to draw.
Ken tried to convince himself that he was just curious about what his friends had been up to. He was not stalking them. In all honesty, he didn't want them to catch sight of him. By discretely hanging around the grounds as a gardener, Ken managed to put himself into various excellent positions to listen to the gossip of the other teachers and students. And there was a lot of gossip about the school's newest teachers.
It seemed that there was some speculation over whether or not the two men were attached. Yoji was still the consummate flirt, and apparently regularly teased and made passes at all the single female teachers at the school. While Aya was the quiet one, totally oblivious to the attentions paid to him by interested parties. Suspicion, however, prompted a rife of gossip that the two were 'special' friends. An accusation that neither apparently bothered to dispel, or affirm. The whole school knew that the two men stayed at the same house with four other men, but nothing else was known of their private lives.
There was, apparently, one running joke that they engaged in before the whole school though. It seemed that Kudou-sensei was forever involved in some scheme or another, which would 'accidentally' mess up Fujimiya-sensei's hair and braid in some way. Fujimiya-sensei's death glares at his tormenters were legendary in the school. Kudou-sensei would, however, make amends for the affront; either having one of his students assist in re-braiding the teacher's hair, or doing so himself.
For that matter alone, apparently, did Kudou-sensei have a lot of volunteers to help him with these 'accidents'. There were many girls at the school, and quite a few boys as well, who loved nothing more than to have a chance to play with that long, silky braid. What was surprising about the whole affair was that for all the trouble it caused him, Fujimiya-sensei still kept the ass long braid. It was speculated that the lengths the conspirators would go to for a chance to play with his hair secretly amused him.
This was just great. Ken told himself as he stopped spying on his ex-team mates for the day and set off for his lonely apartment. Their lives were so normal and sane that Ken couldn't help but feel envious. Day-in-day-out, teenagers surrounded the two men yet they didn't have to deal with the kind of giggling, irritating masses that would plague the Koneko no Sumu Ie when school was over. It was so unfair…
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Gods, the man was being stubborn; refusing to use his safe word. Ken wondered whether Aya had had enough yet. It was too hot and tiring to keep this up. He raised his aching arm and swung the short whip again. As he watched, Aya flinch with the caress of the whip but did little else.
He nervously looked over to where Yoji was watching them. The man hadn't said very much beyond giving Ken encouragement in his first performance with the whip. He hoped that he had done all right. Yoji had assured him that with Aya positioned the way he was with only his rump offered to Ken, there was little chance of any accidents that might really harm him. As Yoji was seated in front of Aya and could see his every expression, Ken trusted that the man would warn him swiftly if he landed a blow wrong. Even now, Yoji was gesturing for him to give it another go, as if he hadn't already turned Aya's artfully raised buttocks and thighs red with the beating.
Ken looked down at the whip in his hand, barely halting himself from drawing it back to deliver another blow. He had to wonder about how practiced and comfortable he was with it now as compared to how he had started the evening. Then, he had barely managed to keep his lunch down while he watched Yoji secure Aya with just his rump and wide stretched legs hanging over the mission room sofa for Ken's first whipping session. The more he used the whip though, the more encouraged and confident he felt with it. But it was too hot and tiring for him to revel in the thrill of wielding the whip anymore. Surely the masochist had reached his limit of punishment already? Why won't Aya just use the safe word?
Gods, all that lovely whip reddened skin… Ken wanted to touch and taste it so bad. He looked up to give Yoji another pleading look. The man coughed at him in laughter and nodded. That was the moment Ken had been waiting for all evening.
Aya let out a strangled groan as his hands ghosted over the cherry-red buttocks. Ahh, he truly loved how hypersensitive the man was after a good whipping. Ken could get drunk listening to the soft mewls and sobs of their sweet Kitten as he ran feather-light touches over the freshly abused flesh.
"K--kee-een."
To Ken, this was the best part of the games. To hear their captive moaning his name with such gut wrenching emotion. As much as he liked having his name on Aya's lips though, Ken preferred them engaged in other activity.
As if he had read Ken's mind, Yoji was already moving towards Aya's head to guide the redhead's lips to his weeping cock. Ken contented himself with Aya's ass for now, especially when he could draw such lovely muffled moans from the man's throat. He laid tantalizingly soft kisses up the length of Aya's reddened leg, delighting in the shivering he evoked. Ken loved how much more responsive the man was after a whipping. He could have his turn with the man's talented mouth later. In the meantime, there was still that lovely tight little clasp to invade. What more, he had a chance to go first this time. He wasn't about to complain.
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Ken was becoming bitter over the whole debacle. He couldn't help it. He was being selfish, but there were times when Ken wished he hadn't known that A-Ran and Yoji were still alive. With Omi in Kyoto, he was feeling well and truly abandoned by his former colleagues. It certainly didn't help to know and see evidence before his eyes that his former colleagues were doing well-- and still very much in love; Not when he still wanted one of them so badly. The worst thing about the whole matter was that even now he didn't know what he had done to piss off one of them so badly and make the one he professed to love fear him. Surely they couldn't blame him for being a puppet under the Schwarz telepath's control.
Life sucked, fuck it all to hell.
He remembered Crawford's advice in the lonely park, which essentially told him to move on with his life and not let the past poison the future. But that meant letting Ay-Ran go as well. Though taking into account how the man was now apparently afraid of him, Ken had to consider buying a clue and closing the door to his dreams. But-- He needed to know what happened during his missing two weeks. What did he do while they were Schuldig's captives? And why-- how could they hold him responsible for what happened under the telepath's control?
It was this question more than anything else that prompted Ken to disobey Kritiker and try to arrange to see Ay-Ran. He didn't want to meet Yoji. Remembering how angry the man had been with him, he didn't think he'd have a chance to say much before the man went at him with fists swinging. A-Ran on the other hand-- Ken was sure that he could corner the man and talk rationally with him. How ever much A-Ran appeared to be scared of him that day, Ken was sure that he would be in better control of himself at their second meeting. He was confident that Ay-Ran could force his fear back to face him… At least, that was what he hoped. He had to make the man understand he couldn't be held responsible for what the German bastard forced him to do.
Ken had planned his mission well. For all the new Weiß was to know, he had found a bunch of kids to play soccer with every afternoon. That lie in itself wasn't inconceivable. For every afternoon in that week though, Ken had taken up a surveillance of the school and found a way to make himself 'unnoticeably-seen' to get the students used to his presence about the school. The ruse had worked very nicely without the adults knowing any better. By the end of one week, Ken had found out enough about Fujimiya-sensei's schedule to know that he would spend some of his free periods on the roof of the school for a bit of fresh air.
With all the data at his disposal, Ken finally selected one of these periods when he knew A-Ran would be on the roof, and when Yoji was at the other end of the campus with his students. The mission had proceeded as smoothly as clockwork up until Ken emerged from the staircase and A-Ran, having heard the sound of the door opening behind him, turned to face him. Unfortunately, everything rapidly went downhill from there.
"Stay back!"
Ken held his empty palms out in a placating gesture as he eyed the railing behind A-Ran in trepidation. Shit! He hadn't given any thought as to a scenario where Ay-Ran might be too panicked to think properly.
"A-Ran, calm down. I just want to talk, please?"
"Talk?" Ken gritted his teeth in alarm to hear the fear in the other man's squeak. "Just-- just talk rationally like nothing ever happened between us?"
"Aya-- " Ken tried to keep his voice soft as the man continued to back away from him. "What ever I did, I'm sorry. I don't remember."
If Ken thought those words would help absolve some of the accusation in Aya's eyes, his hopes were dashed with Aya's next statement. "You-- can't remember now-- but you knew exactly what you were doing during those-- those two weeks."
It stunned him. "Aya, I may have thought a lot of things, but I would never have intentionally forced you." Ken told him firmly. "You've got to believe me. I would never want to hurt you, Aya."
"Hn."
That derisive snort fired Ken's exasperation. "Fuck, Aya! I wasn't in control! You can't blame me for that?!" He took a couple of steps towards the nervous man.
At Ken's sudden approach though, the man had launched himself backwards and hit the railing. Ken didn't think Aya was aware of how close he was to the said railing. The next few moments flowed like molasses for the brunet as he desperately propelled himself forward.
A pair of glasses smashing on the concrete far below them brought the attention of the people on the ground to the activity on the roof. Ken could hear students screaming at them from below as they stared at him hanging on to Fujimiya-sensei's hand over the railing.
"Aya! Go limp, I've got you."
It was good advice. Ken was relieved to see that despite his fear, Aya had enough sense not to struggle. He pulled the man up and for a short while, Ken got to hold Aya against his chest as they panted from the shock and fright of what had almost happened. That moment was over too soon, unfortunately, as Aya shoved Ken away and scrambled up against the railing to get as much distance between them as possible.
"Aya?" Ken called to him beseechingly. "Please, I don't remember what I did."
Aya wouldn't look at him. "At first-- you fought him-- You tried to break his mental hold on you." His voice was soft, barely clear enough for Ken to understand him. "But later-- you decided that--that it was what-- what you could be satisfied with-- since-- since I didn't love you."
Ken sat back stunned. He didn't want to believe what Aya was telling him. He wanted to think that maybe it was all a misunderstanding. But Aya's next words dashed all hopes of that idea.
"Schuldig-- let me hear your thoughts at-- at the moment you made that decision." Aya looked up this time and calmly met Ken's eyes.
"You thought-- that if this was the only way you could have me, then it-- wasn't so bad.
"After that-- you locked yourself into your little dream world. It didn't matter how much we screamed at you. You weren't listening to us any more. You listened to Schuldig!"
"Aya… I-- Aya?" Ken made the mistake of trying to reach towards him.
"Don't touch me!" Aya shirked from his out stretched hand.
This was the scene the school's security guards and principle came upon as they burst out of the door to the roof. The guards didn't even look twice before they rounded on Ken and dragged him to his feet. Ken didn't care to protest the rough treatment; he only had eyes for the cowering man who was struggling hard to control his trembling.
A stern brunette who reminded him of Manx blocked his view all too soon. The woman momentarily took his attention, making him barely aware of Yoji's arrival. The blonde didn't spare him a second glance, heading immediately to Ay-Ran's side as the man climbed to his feet without assistance. Ken found himself looking over the woman's shoulder to watch what the two men would do.
He was surprised that Yoji didn't immediately try to gather Ay-Ran in his arms. If it were him, Ken knew that he would have had his arms around the auburn haired man and not want to let go. Instead, Yoji just stood nearby without speaking and casually slid a hand on the railing towards A-Ran until it was within easy reach.
Ken's attention was at this point taken by the woman who cleared her throat and addressed him. "Hidaka, you were placed under a restraining order to never contact Fujimiya-sensei ever again."
Ken's face fell to realize that the principle was a Kritiker agent. He had hoped to keep his disobedience a secret but that was clearly impossible now. "I just wanted to talk." He looked over to where A-Ran and Yoji still stood, and noted that Ran's hand had crept over to have the tips of his fingers lightly resting over Yoji's.
Ay-Ran's softly spoken words rang in his mind again. "You thought-- that-- if this was the only way you could have me, then it-- wasn't so bad."
He knew that A-Ran wasn't lying. But his mind rebelled at the idea that what he suggested had any truth in it. It just couldn't be true… Ken couldn't deny that he may have raped the man, but he couldn't have done it intentionally. He loved Aya. He would never have agreed to hurt him. But, Aya was hurt; hurt so bad that it changed him and made him scared of Ken. But, he couldn't have been in control of his actions. There must have been some horrible misunderstanding. There-- must have…
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