Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love On A Leash ❯ Sleepy Actions ( Chapter 7 )

Love On A Leash

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers: This is getting real old. /sighs/ They aren't mine I'm just using them to satisfy my twisted imagination.

Paring: Ran/Ken

Warnings: AU, Shounen-ai. OCC, Angst, Slavery, very short chapter.

Notes: Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

Chapter 7. Sleepy Actions

When Ken woke up he was freezing, his whole body ached from sleeping on the hard floor and the side he had been lying on was stinging from the prickly rug. Carefully he stretched and rolled over so that he could kneel. He looked up and found himself being watched by Aya's amethyst eyes.

"I really need to take a shower but I'm not sure I can make it to the bathroom on my own. Do you think you could help me?" the redhead asked quietly. Ken blinked. His owner was asking for help?

"Hai Aya-sama."

"Thank you." He gently helped Aya to his feet and into the bathroom. "Would you mind changing the sheets?" Ken shook his head and left his owner alone in the shower.

He quickly did what he had been asked and then patiently waited for Aya to finish. The redhead showed up moments later. He had to support himself against the wall when he walked but he looked a lot better.

"It's like 5 am or something so I'm going back to bed. Are you still tired?" Normally he would have answer no but this was Aya so Ken decided to be honest and nodded. "Ken?"

"Hai Aya-sama?"

"It's just Aya. Um exactly where have you been sleeping?"

"I… In the living room," the brunette answered slowly.

"On the couch?" He shook his head. "On the floor?" The slave nodded. "I see. Did you get yourself a blanket and a pillow?" Ken glanced up and frowned slightly. Where was Aya going with those questions?

"Iie."

"Ken it's chilly in here and the floor is hard." The redhead sighed deeply and tilted his head slightly. "Okay this is what we're going to do. As you know there's no guest-room and the couches aren't very comfortable so how about sharing my bed?" Ken snapped his head up in shook and stared. "It's big enough for the both of us. Ken? I don't bite so please just go to bed." The brunette didn't move. "Bed Ken, NOW!" The slave winced at his owner's hard voice but to his own surprise the numbing fear of getting hit wasn't there.

"Please I…" he stammered not really sure why he was objecting so much.

"Please I what Ken? I'm not letting you sleep on the floor again! It's cold and uncomfortable and I… Can you just please use the bed?"

Ken carefully look up and met Aya's eyes. They looked tired and worn and he was adding to it by being stubborn. The brunette bit his lip and gingerly got into the bed. Aya followed him almost immediately and Ken couldn't help but shiver. He wasn't suppose to be there at least not unless Aya wanted to use him. The redhead yawned and snuggled deeper underneath the quilt.

"Relax Ken I'm not going to hurt you, we're just going to sleep okay?" Brown eyes closed as the slave tried to get his tense body to stop shaking. Suddenly a hand ran through his hair. At first Ken went completely stiff from the touch but then he relaxed. Aya wasn't going to hurt him, force him to do anything he didn't want to. It didn't take long before sleep came to him.

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Ran looked at the sleeping slave next to him and sighed. Not even in his sleep did the submission on Ken's face completely disappear. His body had relaxed but the brunette was lying as far away from his owner as it was possible. What Ran really wanted to do was track down every single owner that had hurt Ken and rip them to bloody pieces. How could anyone hurt someone like the brunette? Use him like he was nothing more than a mere toy? The redhead sighed again and then frowned when his slave whimpered in his sleep.

His past wouldn't even leave him alone when he was asleep. It hurt to see that and he didn't know what he could do to help. Yoji had told him to just keep doing what he had been doing so far but would it be enough? Ran wanted Ken to be normal, to smile and do the things he wanted to do. Maybe I'm asking for too much? the redhead sighed to himself.

He leaned back against the pillow and closed his eyes. What he wanted was for Ken to be like Omi but the brunette hadn't been as lucky as the little blonde. Omi had been a slave all his life, or at least as far as he could remember. The petit blonde didn't remember anything before he was six and no one knew where he came from. Most likely he was an orphan and had simply been stolen by someone, branded as a slave and then sold. Yoji's parents had bought him or rather adopted him and he had grown up almost as their own son. Since Omi never had had any training he didn't act anything like a slave, there was no submission.

Ran sighed again and glanced at the brunette. Another whimper was heard and the redhead had had enough. Carefully he pulled the slave closer to him and ran his hand through the soft brown hair.

"I'm not giving up Ken," he muttered when the brunette tensed at the touch. After a few moments, when he was sure Ken wasn't waking up, he gently shifted the sleeping slave so he was pressed up against him. It felt so good to have that solid warm body close.

The brunette sighed softly and moved even closer until he was more or less lying half across his owner's body. Ran smiled slightly and relaxed. Ken would most likely freak out if he woke up but the redhead was willing to risk that just to feel the slave against him. Contented he fell asleep.

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He was warm, felt safe and he was still half asleep. Strong arms held him but they didn't give him the feeling of being pinned down or kept in place. It just felt like they held him because they wanted to. Ken buried his nose in the spicy smell of another man's body and sighed. He couldn't even remember when he had ever felt so secure and content before. There was something nagging him in the back of his mind but he ignored it. Fingers caressed his hair and almost made him purr with delight.

"Aya," the slave mumbled quietly.

"Mm," a sleepy voice answered. For a quick second the brunette's head tried to reason with him, tell him that he should move but Ken silenced it. He didn't care what was wrong with something that felt so very right. Without opening his eyes the slave raised his head a little.

He could feel warm puffs of air against his face and turned towards it. If he had been completely awake he would have moved away but his sleepy mind pushed him forward without caring about anything anymore. Slowly he leaned towards the source of warm air and brushed against soft lips.

His body took over and wanted more so he repeated the action again. The hand in his hair helped him and gently held him in place. Lips touched again and Ken wanted, needed, more. The soft contact changed slightly and turned into a chaste kiss. It felt so nice, so right that the brunette had to have another try. Once more he sought out those lips and kissed them again.

His owner seemed to like his actions and answered them but opening his mouth slightly so he could deepen the kiss. Ken was in heaven when he tasted Aya's lips and mouth. Throwing caution to the wind the brown haired slave carefully closed his mouth around the redhead's lower lip and gently sucked on it. A low moan brushed against his mouth and his heart cheered.

More, he wanted more. Ken let go of Aya's lip and covered his owner's mouth with his own again. The kiss was slow and gentle but it was filled with feelings he had never felt before. He had never kissed anyone before and no one had ever allowed him to be in control of anything, but Aya wasn't even trying to take the control from him. The redhead answered the kisses but he didn't push them further, didn't demand more.

Ken's brain had almost caught up with him but he refused to let it interfere. Slowly and with hesitation the slave traced his owner's lip with his tongue, not quite sure what he was asking for. Aya seemed to know though and parted his lips further.

The brunette found his way in between them almost on instinct and couldn't help but moan as he explored the warm and moist mouth that belonged to his owner. A warm hand slipped underneath his shirt and ran up and down along his spine. His skin almost burst into flames from the touch and Ken moaned again.

He wanted to touch too; he wanted to feel Aya's skin against his. Afraid but with too much need to stop the slave's fingertips found their way to the redhead's flat stomach. The shirt he was wearing left part of the pale skin naked and Ken shook as he touched it. It was so warm and smooth and Aya was trembling slightly underneath him. All of it felt almost unreal to the slave. He was making his owner tremble from his touch, he was controlling the kissing, he was in charge of everything.

Ken's years of training, beatings and abuse suddenly kicked in and he flinched back with a yelp of fear. What was he doing? No matter how understanding and kind Aya might have been he was NOT going to take that from a slave, was he? The brunette crawled backwards until he fell to the floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he chanted as his body curled up to protect itself from the coming punches.

~TBC~

Poor Ken he thinks Ran is gonna beat him now! But Ran would never do that, would he? Is he angry with Ken? Can he convince Ken that he was doing something right??? Ja/Atsureki