Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love Confessions at the Academy ❯ What? Pickles you say? INVASIONS?! ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

YAY! I'm back… and with a startling well written PWP or pornographic proportions, people! And yes, the alliteration monkey bit me in the ass about five minutes ago while looking for his car keys. I worked somewhat hard on this, which is impressive in and of itself, so wave little hooray flags for me.

 

 

The song in this is by a fantastic and fabulous group called Massive Attack. For those of you who don't worship foreign (i.e. British) music like I do, it's the intro theme to Doctor House M.D. SO ENJOY THE CRACK TOAST!

 

 

This is rated M for Mature for those of you who are rating retarded, so it does contain mature themes not suitable for those of you who are uncomfortable with male on male related material or are under the tender age of 18.

 

 

 

 

 

ENJOY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath

 

 

Ken was happy… Why was Ken happy? Ken was happy because today was his special one-on-one session with his cram school teacher. His very hot, very wonderful cram school teacher. Scratching lightly at his coffee colored hair, he smiled sheepishly to himself.

 

 

`My name is Ken Hidaka and I'm in love with my 24 year old teacher… Such a dirty pervert, eh?'

 

 

Ran Fujimiya… He remembered the first time he had ever met the man. His presence was absolutely towering… He was cold, anal-retentive and somewhat of an anti-social butterfly. Don't get Ken wrong… Ran did his job and did it damn well, he was just a total asshole while doing it, which served Ken just fine as long as he could talk to the older man, (and stare at his ass during class…)

 

 

Ken had been absolutely amazed at how brilliant his new teacher was. Commanding in the classroom, flawlessly organized… He was the epitome of what it was to be a Teacher, and that demanded respect not only with the students, but most of the faculty as well. Not to mention the fact that half of the faculty, (predominantly female) wanted into his pants helped his prestige just a bit.

 

 

But Ken didn't mind the creepy female co-workers… He knew he never had a chance. After all, Ken was nothing but a student... and completely invisible in Ran's eyes.

 

 

After a particular incident involving a lighter, a Lysol can, and a Jar of pickles, (an incident in which he did not feel like delving into) he one day even had the pleasure of getting a ride home with his crush. When he had so graciously asked yours truly to Dinner, how could Ken deny such an invitation?

 

 

This only made him want Ran more… He got to spend dinner with Ran, who he had come to find he was utterly comfortable with. His teacher had a scintillating wit and a wide expanse of knowledge that only made Ken admire him all the more. He felt he could talk freely to the older man… A feeling he had not had the pleasure of experiencing since he was little… therefore excused for being political incorrect or random, which he very much was on the inside.

 

 

Hell, his one-sided arguments with himself could entertain people for hours. Like a tennis match, he would bounce from side to side of his brain, yelling at himself. Ran never seemed to notice his stupidity (or chose to ignore it, either of which made him happy.) Ran was perfect in every way… And he had an appointment with that perfection to keep.

 

 

So, whistling snerkily, he skipped off to meet his teacher, looking forward to the time they had together this afternoon. This made his day… Hell! His year. What he did not expect was to see was a little kid in front of Ran's apartment, playing with a ball in the middle of the street.

 

 

“Hey, what are you-“ The squeal of the tires deafened the busy street noise as he ran forward with all his might, shoving the kid as hard as he could before the world seemed to drop off and his world went dark.

 

 

 

Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath

 

 

Cleaning up some of Ken's wounds wasn't as bad as Ran thought it would be. It was just the multitude of scars, cuts, and bruises that made the whole thing hard to handle for him. He was never one much for blood and such, and it was and uncomfortable situation for him. It made him feel even worse when he glanced down to see Ken's blank expression. He was still out cold from the hit, which. Ironically didn't come from the car, but the impact with the concrete… Ken having missed the car by a good two feet.

 

 

Apparently, Ken was lucky that a car going 40 miles an hour hadn't bowled him over, otherwise he'd a been a goner and Ran wouldn't have been able to see his bright smiling face anymore in his class.

 

 

When bright toffee colored eyes slid open, scared the crap out of him. Ken had been mumbling something in his sleep about ice cream and old people. He chuckled, smiling down at his student as he rubbed his eyes, trying to sit up

 

 

“Where am I?” Ken's eyes where adorably wide as they stared beseechingly up at him. He slowly inspected himself, noting not just the fact that he was on another person's bed, bit he was covered in band aids and other random medical taping. Wait… He was on a bed… With Ran… Ran's bed?

 

 

“You almost got hit by a car going around 40 miles an hour in front of my apartment… You weren't really hurt, but you did have some cuts and scrapes and what looked like a couple of bruised ribs from when you fell on the pavement. You'll be fine…” Ken's face was beet red. He was on Ran's bed, with Ran. He felt quite speechless at the moment, closing and opening his mouth like a fish.

 

 

“T-thanks for cleaning m-me up…” He cursed himself for stuttering like a complete idiot. Looking away, his expression fell as he sighed. “I'm sorry… I didn't mean to take up your time like this.”

 

 

“Nonsense… That was a noble thing you did back there… even if the car was on the opposite side of the street.” Opposite side… Since when?! Burying his face into his hands, he sheepishly and nervously chortled to himself for being such a dumbass.

 

 

“I try my best, sensei.” Ran laughed. It was a sweet low tone that worked magic on his nerves, making his skin prickle with goose bumps. This was the man he loved… Harsh when needed, nice when he felt like it. What a wonderful juxtaposition… Ken felt himself thirsting for more. `hmming' slightly, Ken itched for something to say as he picked at the fringe of Ran's red cotton sheets.

 

 

“So… other than tutoring me, what where you planning on doing today?” Ken wanted to kick himself in the head. What a lame thing to say… Like his teacher had nothing better to do than sit around and be bugged by Ken.

 

 

“Actually, just dinner… Care to stay? It's about six right now, so we can eat first and then you can tell me what you don't understand or we could work first, then eat… Your choice.” Ken, once again, felt completely and utterly embarrassed as he continued to fiddle with the cloth below him.

 

 

He wondered if it was possible… Maybe Ran could like him? A small miniscule chance that what he felt was returned. It tore at him relentlessly as he gazed up into purple irises, which he swore had thawed, if even the slightest.

 

 

“We could work now…” Ken knew he was crossing the line as he reached up to run his thumb down the curve of Ran's cheek, admiring his flawless complexion.

 

 

Ran's eyes widened as he sucked in a breath. Ken's touch always had driven him up the wall like this, relentlessly plaguing him whenever they happened to brush in the hallway or his fingers would accidentally slip while handing back a paper. He could never hold control, and it frustrated him to no end.

 

 

“Ken…” The warning tone in Ran's voice did not stop him in the slightest as he leaned in, brushing his lips softly across those of his love's. Ran's lips where smooth and luxurious, their texture amazing to Ken since he never had seen Ran wear any type of lip products the whole time he had known him.

 

 

“Fujimiya-sensei…” The way Ken's mouth had uttered his name had gone straight to his groin… Warning bells sounded in his head, pounding in the simple fact the Ken was his student into his distracted psyche.

 

 

“Ken… Stop… You know we can't do this, I'm your teacher…” Ken whined slightly as a hand on his shoulder forced him to sit back. Ken was irritated at being pushed away like this, it just wasn't fair.

 

 

“Why should it matter?! I'm not a kid… I can make my own damn decisions on who I want to be with! I'm not going to let some stupid taboo interfere…” Ran blinked slightly at Ken's angry tone, watching with a pain in his chest as Ken continued to murmur on about indecency with an absolutely down-trodden look on his face. He sighed before pulling Ken into the warm circle of his arms.

 

 

Startled, Ken felt the warmth of Ran's arms and he buried himself in it; resting his head in the supple curve of the man's ivory neck. Ran's subtle smell of leather and apple calmed his burning senses, making the rest of the world fade away, as it often did when he was around the taller man. Winding his arms about him, Ken tried to press his body as close to Ran's as he could. He wanted to feel safe; he wanted to feel loved…

 

 

“Fujimiya-sensei…”

 

 

Ran felt the brush of Ken's breath against him and shuddered, his spine tingling in deliciously ways as the younger boy rubbed his cheek deeper into the crook of his neck. The fact that Ken's perfect lips had uttered that word only added to the sensations. Sensei… it was a horrible and evil word.

 

 

 

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

 

 

`Jesus, Mother of Mary, I'm his teacher for Christ's sakes! I can't even think about this' His frustration continued to mount when Ken started to press soft open mouthed kisses against his neck and cheek and caressing his shoulder gently with the pads of his fingers and the tips of blunt nails.

 

 

“..mmmm… Ran...”

 

 

Ken! Stop, Damnit!

 

 

Feeling Ran trembling beneath his touch spurred Ken on, making him suck harder with the intent to leave a mark.

 

 

“..Ken…. KEN! Stop! I'm you teacher, I can't do this! You can't do this!” Shaking Ken loose from him, him moved to stroke tanned cheeks as his eyes pleaded the younger man for a reprieve from his feelings… If just for a moment; Just for his dwindling sanity.

 

 

 

Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath

 

 

 

“I don't care, Ran…” Pulling Ran's pale hands away, he pitched himself forward, once again attaching himself to his teacher's neck. He sucked harder, nibbling on the freshly pinked tinged mark, making Ran moan lightly when he moved over his pulse.

 

 

“No….” Ran's feeble attempts at protest where not helping his case. Growling finally, he pulled away grabbing Ken's face and pulling him in for a hard passionate kiss. Ken's pliant lips slid open automatically; smooth pink tongue sliding harshly over his own in his frenzy.

 

 

Ken taste was like nothing he had ever encountered before… Fresh, invigorating;

His student tasted sweet with a hint of cinnamon. He loved it.

 

 

“Ken… You need to listen to me, we can't do this! I am your teacher -“ He tried to beg Ken and his body to stop but the situation was already to far gone to control and his resolve had flown out the window like a bat out of hell.

 

 

Pulling away slightly, the younger boy sighed. Ran was completely taken back by how hollow it sounded.

 

 

“Do I really repulse you that much?” Ran surprise was doubled as he watched tears silently wind their way down the boy's tan cheeks. Ran tried to say something… anything; But he couldn't… all he could do is sit there and watch as Ken broke down.

 

Ken's resistance finally teetered off as he tucked is head into his knees, crying silently to himself.

 

 

 

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

 

 

“Why can't you understand that I… I love you…. So much.” Ran's eyes widened at the soft declaration. He couldn't believe it. A man… no, boy, seven years his junior was telling him he loved him.

 

 

It was illegal… immoral… His chest constricted. Ken loved him… How could someone as beautiful and vivacious as the brunette love him? He sighed as wide chocolate eyes stared into his own.

 

 

“…Please…” It was so soft, so scared, and so… broken. Ran let his head drop and his eyes close, seeming to finally come to a close on his warring thoughts. There was so much he didn't know about his illustrious student… So much that he felt that he couldn't understand and he hated it.

 

 

He wanted to know everything about Ken, inside and out. He wanted to see him everyday; Hug him, Kiss him… and be there for Ken whenever the shorter boy felt sad or alone. It tugged at his heart… He wanted Ken to be with him always.

 

 

Pulling the weeping boy back into his arms, he tilted Ken's chin up and closed the gap, sealing his fate forever. He wanted Ken… for better or for worse. He could see it in Ken's eyes… the love and affection that he held for the older boy burned through coffee stained orbs.

 

 

“Your right Ken, it shouldn't matter…” Pinning Ken down on his back, he planted soft loving kisses from Ken's neck all the way up to his lips, taking them roughly in a harsh demanding kiss. Nipping at Ken's lower lip, he slipped his hand between them and felt over the smooth exposed skin of his love's stomach and pelvic lines, the other going to thread through smooth brunette locks.

 

 

 

Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath

 

 

He pushed up the clingy material of Ken's beloved soccer jersey to reveal the body of a soccer player. He marveled at the texture of his student's skin. Lean and compact, the lines of the younger boy's body where absolutely tantalizing in every aspect.

 

 

When he pulled away, he stared open-mouthed. Ken was just so goddamn fuckable. His hair was spread out at all angles, chest heaving, cheeks flushed with slightly puffy lips. Ken's eyes where glazed in pleasure as he gently exhaled, reaching up towards him to pull him back down.

 

 

Ran seized his hand, bringing it up to cup his cheek as he nuzzled into his student's warm palm. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so complete with another person. Ken stared up at himself questioningly and he just smiled softly. Amber eyes widened and a smile broke out of Ken's own.

 

 

 

`Ken looks so beautiful when he smiles…'

 

 

 

Something inside was so utterly elated that Ken was smiling because of him. He was the source of Ken's happiness; That was all that he felt he needed… His world was Ken. Pulling Ken's shirt the rest of the way up and over his head, he moved slowly down the soccer player's chest, doing his best to worship the graceful dips and curves that wound their way down the younger brunette's body.

 

 

A breathy moan escaped the writhing boy beneath him as he pulled a rosy hardened peak through his lips. A squirming Ken was a good Ken, or so Ran had decided. He swirled it experimentally with the tip of his tongue, sucking lightly. Ken's body arched into him and he smirked as he saw his student biting his bottom lip almost painfully, eyes glued shut as he growled low in his throat. Ran lingered only for a moment, tweaking the other sneakily as he moved to a jean waistband.

 

 

With a joking touch, he snapped the elastic on Ken's plaid Doreamon boxers with a hearty laugh, smiling brilliantly down at the flushed boy, who was, by now, looking quite embarrassed with himself.

 

 

“I had no idea they even made Doreamon boxers for adults… But, oh well, they are quite the turn on.” Ken glared at him, lower lip stuck out in a ridiculous pout. He stuck his tongue out and huffed.

 

 

 

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

 

 

 

“Well, apparently they do since I bought these at Wal-mart. And, oh yes, they are quite sexy aren't they? The little bon-bon accents are the real clincher for me, Just couldn't resist the call of the bargain bin.” Grinning mischievously, his eyes sparkled as he reached for Ran's button down, yanking it off with a flurry of buttons before shoving it off his shoulders and pulling him down for another kiss.

 

 

“My, my… Aren't you grabby today…” Ken just purred, preferring to use his mouth for better things… i.e. the wonderful art of hickey application. “You aren't playing fair…” Winding long pale fingers through sweet-smelling amber locks, he jerked the younger boy's head back, exposing the smooth tan column of the brunette's graceful neck. There, he bit… hard, smiling as Ken let out a startlingly primal grunt and within seconds, Ran was on his back, pants pushed down to his knees and Ken's head in his lap.

 

 

“J-Jesus, Ken…” The shorter boy just let out an enthusiastic `mmm hmm' while letting the head of Ran's arousal slip past his lips oh-so slowly, sucking slowly and swirling his tongue around the tip.

 

 

Ran's eyes, dark with a thick lust, started at him huskily through long elegant lashes. They bore holes through him, straight to his soul… Burning purple hues that seemed to spread on endlessly.

 

 

Once again, tapered ivory fingers buried themselves in his hair, breathy moans urging him on as he took more of his teacher into his mouth as he eagerly applied suction. Ran, light headed, just looked on through blurred vision at the sight before him, tense with apprehension and excitement.

 

 

He gasped when in one swift movement, Ken had taken him all the way into the hilt, a wet searing pleasure overcoming his senses. His hand tightened in chocolate tresses, tugging enthusiastically with the rhythm Ken was moving over him with.

 

 

It wasn't long before Ran felt the tale-tell tightening in his belly and white seared his vision as he came. Ken took every drop he could, proving to be to much as some inevitably dribbled down the sides of his lips in his eagerness. Ken watched him, heaving with cheeks red from exertion and glazed eyes. It did something to him… something he couldn't explain.

 

 

“Fuck me.” Such a simple sentence… It made Ran's eyes shoot open. Had Ken actually used the word fuck in a sentence? Maybe he really was corrupting the innocence of a young and nubile boy… Ken was 17, which wasn't really that young, was it?

 

 

`Meh… too late to feel guilty now…'

 

 

Stumbling a little
stumblinga little