Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Red Roses ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Rain Camui 
Ken x Aya. Yaoi, Lemon. Ken tries to tell Aya how he feels...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 6 | Words: 6.2K | Visits: 2.2K | Status: Completed
Ken x Aya. Yaoi, Lemon. Ken tries to tell Aya how he feels...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 6 | Words: 6.2K | Visits: 2.2K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Not mine...anyone want to give them to me?
Warning: Yaoi, Sap, OOC, Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ken x Aya
Feedback: Yes, please!
*****
Red Roses:
From the back of the flower shop, Ken watched as Aya watered the roses, using a small spray bottle against its fine-soft petals. He couldn't remember when he first became attracted to the redheaded assassin; he just knew that he found everything about Aya intriguing: his vibrant amethyst eyes; his wine colored hair; his lithe, creamy body...everything about Aya had Ken captivated.
It wasn't just his looks, though. Underneath that cold heart and rough exterior, Ken knew there was a soft side to Fujimiya Aya--a side in which Ken wanted to exploit. He knew it was there. It was in the unspoken words of Aya's love for his sister. It was in the tender heart that chose to sacrifice its innocence for the sake of his family. Everything was there, laid out on the table. Aya might pretend that he didn't have a care in the world, but Ken knew better, and he was sure that Omi and Yoji knew better too.
"What're you doing over there, Ken-kun?"
Ken nearly jumped out of his skin. He whirled around to see Omi holding a rather large pot in his hands, looking adorable and confused at the same time. It was no doubt that Omi was the baby of the group, even though they depended on his expertise to handle most of the missions.
"N-Nothing!" Ken said sheepishly, raising one of his arms to scratch the back of his head. "J-Just daydreaming, I guess."
Omi smiled. "Would you mind helping me with this pot then?"
"Hai," Ken said as he placed his hands underneath the pot and allowed Omi to guide him backwards in the right direction.
When they settled the pot near the entrance to the small flower shop, Ken stepped back and sneaked a peak at the clock. It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, which meant the fan girls would be parading down the street any minute. Sometimes, he wondered whether or not the girls saw them as people or as some kind of God. The way that they were worshipped, Ken had his money on the God.
"Huh? Where did Aya-kun go?" Omi said in confusion. Ken immediately looked towards the roses, where Aya had been standing, but he was no longer there.
"Maybe he went to visit his sister," Ken suggested. He let out a disappointed sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
"Hmmm," said Omi. Then he brightened: a warm, sunny smile crossing his angelic looking features. "We should all take Aya-kun out tonight! I think he needs some time to relax and have fun."
The words 'fun' and 'Aya' didn't mix very well, but Ken agreed that Aya deserved the relaxation; all the redhead thought about was the missions and his sister. Ken was certain that Aya didn't spend anytime taking care of himself.
"The problem is getting Aya to go out," Yoji said from behind the counter. A wolfish grin crossed his features when Ken and Omi looked at him in shock.
"What?" Yoji held up his hands. "I'm an assassin. I'm supposed to hear everything."
Ken and Omi looked around the shop reflexively.
Yoji chuckled. "You don't think I'd say that if someone were in here, do you?" He shook his head. "Honestly, do you both think I'm that stupid?"
"Of course not, Yoji-kun!" Omi said jovially. Ken, meanwhile, refused to comment.
"Hm," said Yoji, eyeing Ken with a speculative eye. "You must think I'm not aware of sexual attraction either."
Omi blinked at Yoji in confusion, while Ken visibly stiffened at his words.
"Nani?" Ken managed to say weakly.
Yoji smirked. "I've been to enough bars and seen enough sex to know when someone was attracted to another person."
"Ne, Yoji-kun, what are you talking about?" Omi remained oblivious to the hidden messages he was sending towards Ken.
Ken could feel beads of sweat gather on his forehead. How did Yoji know about his attraction towards Aya? He was sure he kept his feelings hidden well--Omi and Aya didn't seem to notice.
"For the record, I've seen him watching you too." Yoji decided to leave it at that, knowing that Ken's curiosity would eat him alive. He busied himself with some papers on the counter, pretending like he didn't feel Ken's blue eyes on his face.
"Huh?" Omi blinked in confusion.
"What did you say?" Ken said at last.
Yoji looked up at him innocently. "Nani?"
"What did you say?" Ken repeated.
Yoji grinned and leaned back in his chair. "I said: I've seen him watching you too."
Ken leapt towards the counter, stumbling amongst several of the flowerpots in his way, and slammed both hands on the front of the counter. "Honto?" he asked, a little too eagerly.
"He's very good at hiding it, but not good enough to hide it from me," Yoji said with a lazy smile.
"Anou...what are you guys talking about?" Omi asked the both of them. He looked back and forth between Yoji and Ken, his confusion and curiosity growing with every minute.
"Ken has the hots for Aya," Yoji told the small blond. "And Aya has the hots for Ken."
Ken could feel his face flush at Yoji's words. Then he shook his head and said, "It's not possible."
"What's not possible? Aya liking you?" Yoji raised an eyebrow. "I've seen the way he looks at you. If you ask me, I think his feelings are a lot stronger than mere _like_."
"Demo--" Ken started, but Yoji interjected.
"He obviously likes you, but if you leave everything up to him, you'll never go anywhere." Yoji removed his sunglasses and placed it on the counter. "I suggest you take him out to dinner, hand him a few drinks, and either tell him how you feel, or pounce on him right then and there."
Omi's eyes grew impossibly wide. Ken just stared at him with his jaw hanging open.
"Ah, Aya, I'm glad you decided to grace us with your presence!" Yoji said without looking at the man who just re-entered the flower shop.
Both Ken and Omi jumped up in surprise. Ken looked at Aya in guilt, while Omi smiled reflexively and said, "Okaeri!"
Aya stared impassively at both of them.
"Ken made dinner reservations at the local sushi bar, but his date bailed out on him and he needs someone to go with him," Yoji told the stoic redhead. "Omi and I have already made plans. Would you be able to go with him?"
Aya's answer came immediately. "Iie."
Ken felt his heart fall to the floor. He watched helplessly as Aya reached for his apron and pulled it over his gorgeous face. A sharp poke from Yoji brought Ken out of his depression.
"Ask him," Yoji hissed.
Ken swallowed.
Yoji poked him again.
"Anou...Aya..." Ken started slowly. "I-I'm going to get charged if I...don't show up at the sushi bar. I-I don't have anyone else to go with..." Kami-sama, he sounded pathetic, even to his own ears.
Ken felt his heart stop when Aya met his eyes. Deep pools of amethyst filled his vision for a moment. Did Aya realize how hypnotic his eyes were? Ken would happily drown in them if he could.
"...Fine," Aya sighed. "What time is your reservation?"
Ken's heart stopped and he was sure that he was hearing things. He thought he just heard Aya agree.
"It's at seven o'clock," Yoji spoke up for the stunned brunette.
"Hn," said Aya. He removed his apron and exited the shop again.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Yoji shouted. "You still have to work!"
As expected, Aya didn't bother to reply. Yoji slumped back against his chair, glaring at the doorway for several minutes. He was snapped out of his anger when Ken gave a delighted shout and jumped into the air.
"Yes!" Ken stumbled amongst the flowerpots again, but he was too happy to notice, or care. Omi stood to the side smiling, and Yoji just blinked at the ecstatic brunette.
"Do you think Ken-kun will be able to tell Aya-kun how he feels?" Omi asked after Ken disappeared up the stairs.
Yoji shrugged. "I don't know, but at least this is a step in the right direction."
Omi nodded his head in agreement.
Good luck, Ken-kun, Omi wished silently.
*****
Ken was busy digging through his drawers, trying to find something to wear, when he realized he didn't have dinner reservations at the sushi bar. He stood up straight and blinked a few times, before rushing back downstairs to ask Yoji what he should do.
"Yoji!" Ken exclaimed. "I--"
"--I made the reservation for you," Yoji said with a smirk. He looked at his watch and said, "It took you two hours to remember you didn't have dinner reservations."
Ken grinned broadly and mentally told himself to buy Yoji a large Christmas present if everything went well tonight.
"Arigato!" Ken shouted as he headed back up the stairs to prepare for the night.
Dozens of shirts and pants sat in his drawer and hung in his closet, but nothing seemed right for his first date with Aya. He felt giddy as he thought of the word 'date'. It wasn't _really_ a date, his mind reminded him. But it was as close to a date Ken would get with the beautiful assassin.
'Beautiful' was the only word he could find to describe Aya. The word didn't do Aya any justice at all, but every other word seemed too dull and colorless for him. A part of him wondered why Aya agreed so easily when he asked him. Perhaps he was in the mood for sushi, or maybe he felt sorry that his 'date' had abandoned him. Had Yoji been correct when he said Aya was attracted to him? In his nineteen years of life, he'd been attracted to only two people: Yuriko and Aya--two totally different people. Yuriko would have made a great girlfriend, if Ken had chosen a different profession. However, Aya was like a beautiful and calm sea. His hands were just as bloodstained as Ken's, and their lifestyles were never kept hidden from each other. Aya knew him inside and out. And while the redhead probably didn't know it, his calm and cold demeanor relaxed Ken--in a way in which Ken could not describe. All he knew was that Aya made him feel like there might be a hope for love in the life he chose to live.
Ken finally decided on a silk blue shirt with long sleeves and buttons down the middle. He retrieved a pair of black, loose dress pants and threw the ensemble on the bed.
He wasn't sure how he was going to approach the redheaded assassin. Yoji's suggestion of getting drunk and confessing his feelings didn't seem right to Ken. He wanted both he and Aya to be sober when and if it ever happened. That way, there would be less chance of regret and confusion.
Ken sighed and decided to let things play out for themselves. If the moment to tell Aya how he feels approached, he would seize the opportunity and milk it for all its worth.
That's what he told himself, anyway.
*****
When six-thirty came around, Ken emerged from his bedroom, feeling his heart pound in anticipation. Yoji and Omi had left a few hours ago: Yoji headed to one of the local bars, while Omi went to the library to work on his homework.
Aya was sitting on the living room couch, dressed in a fitted-black turtleneck and loose-gray slacks. His cool amethyst eyes met Ken's directly. And when those rose-petal lips parted, Ken lost himself to a fantasy of ravishing Aya's sweet mouth.
"Are you ready?" said Aya; only his voice came to Ken in a dull whisper.
Aya was simply eye-candy.
"Y-Yeah," Ken managed to say nervously. He ran a hand through his chocolate-colored hair, before glancing at the door to indicate that they should leave.
Aya stood from the couch in one graceful movement. For a moment, Ken thought Aya's eyes swept down the length of his body. He was dressed in his silk-blue shirt, which he had left un-tucked. And his black dress pants fell over old converse shoes--he didn't have any other shoes to wear. He felt silly for getting so dressed up, but even if Aya didn't say it, the redhead preferred class to casual.
"My car or your car?" Aya asked as they stepped out of the flower shop.
Ken looked up at the clear, darkening sky. The sun was about to set, with no clouds in sight. It would be okay to take his bike, and if they took his bike, he would be able to feel Aya's body pressed up against him.
"I'll drive," Ken announced as casually as he could.
Aya just nodded and followed Ken around the shop.
Ken frowned when he realized he had only one helmet to use. He didn't think twice when he handed it to Aya. Aya accepted it quietly and placed it over his gorgeous face, before hopping on the bike after Ken straddled the black machinery and got settled.
When Aya leaned his weight against his back, Ken nearly died from the warmth embracing him. Aya was so warm, and he smelled like fresh strawberries. Little Ken-Ken began to stir from the close proximity of the other male. With shaky hands, Ken reached in his pocket for his sunglasses--to protect his eyes against the wind--and then gunned the engine.
Ken was in heaven as he and Aya stormed down the streets. He could almost feel Aya's heartbeat pounding against his back. The wind ruffled his still-damp hair, and the slender arms wrapped around his waist had his stomach doing flip-flops. If only he could feel Aya's body skin-to-skin...
Almost too soon, the sushi bar at the end of the main road came into view. Ken slowed down as he approached the wooden shop. Disappointment crept into him when Aya pulled back slightly, bringing a brush of cool--and unwanted--air between them.
Ken pulled into the garage that was positioned beside the small tavern. And after finding a suitable parking space, he and Aya were seated inside the restaurant.
Nervousness began to settle inside of Ken's stomach. He watched as Aya thumbed through the wine list: his expression unreadable and his amethyst eyes cold as always. Yet, a part of Ken wasn't surprised at how warm Aya's body had been; he reminded Ken of a big, cuddly teddy bear--an Aya-sized teddy bear. He would make millions if he put it up on the market.
"Would you like to order some drinks, gentlemen?" A tall blond man smiled at the two men. Ken felt a flash of jealousy surge through him when the waiters hazel eyes settled on Aya much longer than it was needed. "My name is Kira and I will be your server for this evening."
He was going to be _served_ if he continued to look at Aya like that! Ken thought angrily.
"Chardonnay," said Aya in his cool monotone.
Ken smiled inwardly at Aya's indifference, and said, "Martini" to the disappointed waiter.
When he was gone, Ken leaned back in his chair and grinned. "I guess your fans follow everywhere, ne?"
"Hn." Aya glared at the polished wood table.
The sushi bar was rather crowded: dozens of people packed nearby booths and the sushi bar. The lights had been dimmed all over the place, and soft, traditional Japanese music played over the barely heard speakers. There was even a small Koi pond placed behind their dinner table; the gentle sounds of running water soothing some of Ken's stiffened nerves. He wished Aya's features would soften a bit--even if he _had_ been forced to come here...
Or had he?
He didn't put up much of a fight when Ken asked him.
Ken felt nervous again. In an attempt to calm his nerves, he drummed his fingers against the cool tabletop. Now that he was here with Aya, what was he going to do about it? He was sure an opportunity like this wouldn't present itself again for a very long time.
"Ummm," said Ken intelligently. "The food served here is really good!"
Aya frowned and shifted his eyes to the table.
Kami-sama, why was Aya so quiet? Ken was certain that Aya kept a lot of things on his mind. He wished the redhead would open up and talk to him.
The waiter returned with their drinks and menus in hand. Ken noticed the blond tried to catch Aya's eye, but Aya focused on his drink and took a small sip from it. Kira sighed and handed them their menus, and then left the tables to go sulk in the kitchen. Ken picked up his menu and leafed through the selections. He already knew what he wanted--Chirashi--but he was so nervous, he needed something to distract himself.
"Why did your date cancel?" Aya asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
Ken swallowed as he tried to think of a quick answer. "Um, she...uh...got sick...a-and she needed to, uh, go to the hospital."
Ken reached for his martini and took a long sip--he didn't care if you were supposed to sip at it--he was nervous!
"Hn." From the expression on Aya's face, Ken had a feeling the redhead didn't buy his story.
Ken sat rigidly in the now seemingly uncomfortable chair. Did Aya know that he had been lying? If he did, would he allow him a running start out of the restaurant?
"You tricked me," Aya stated, confirming Ken's suspicions.
"It was Yoji's idea!" Ken exclaimed before he could stop himself. Then, in his nervous state, he continued on. "He noticed me watching you and he started talking to me about getting together with you. And then, when you came back to the shop, he brought up the reservations when there were no reservations. But I wanted you to come out with me and I didn't know how to get you to do that!" Ken took a deep breath and then clapped a hand over his mouth. His blue eyes shot open--wide--with shock. He didn't just say all of that out loud, did he?
For the first time, Aya's face showed true emotion: shock. Ken could feel his face burn in embarrassment. He planned to tell Aya how he felt one day, but he never imagined it would be like this!
Ken reached for his martini again.
"You wanted me to go out with you?" Aya asked the brunette finally.
Ken looked down at his glass and muttered, "Hai." He figured he didn't have anything to lose now; his feelings were now out in the open.
"Hn."
Ken was expecting Aya to stand from his chair and leave. Or even worse: start yelling at him in the middle of the restaurant. But Aya did neither; he remained sitting across from him silently.
After a moment, Ken snuck a quick look at Aya's face.
The redhead was leaning back in his chair in a lazy pose. He looked so relaxed that Ken was shocked. When he managed to look at Aya's gorgeous face, there was a soft smile tugging at his lips.
Kami-sama! He must have died and gone to heaven. Aya probably choked him to death in the restaurant.
"You were watching me?" Aya asked almost shyly. Ken nearly melted into the ground. He never thought that Aya could sound so shy. He must've been dreaming. There was no way that Aya could sound so shy, or that the corners of his mouth could twist up in a faint smile. Everything about Aya now seemed so tentative and delicate. This couldn't possibly be Abyssinian, could it?
"A-Aya?" Ken said nervously. He watched as Aya brought his chardonnay to his lips and took a sip. Oh, how he envied the sides of that wine glass! If only he could feel those full lips just once...he would be able to die happily.
"Are you gentlemen ready to order?" Kira had returned and smiled at the two men. He blinked in surprise at the new expression on Aya's face. He had thought the redhead was gorgeous before, but now that he had a soft smile on his lips, he looked absolutely stunning!
"Ch-Chirashi," Ken managed to say. He no longer cared about the waiter, because Aya was still sitting across from him, smiling.
Kira took down the order and looked at Aya--who didn't even look at him!
"I'll have the same," Aya said.
Kira gave another sigh and left the two men alone.
Ken couldn't believe that Aya was staying in the restaurant with him! He never thought Aya would react to him this way. It just proved to Ken that all his assumptions about Aya's emotions--his true emotions--proved to be true. There was a tender and warm side to Fujimiya Aya.
"You're not mad?" Ken asked him finally.
Aya shook his head, and Ken watched as the dull lights reflected off Aya's silky red hair. Did Kami-sama decide to take mercy on Ken?
"A-Are you bothered that I like you?" Ken managed to ask. Mentally, he crossed his fingers.
"Iie," said Aya as he looked down at the table.
"Do you like me too?" Ken couldn't believe how corny this conversation was getting, but he wanted to know...he _needed_ to know.
There were a few moments of silence. Then Aya looked up from the table and met Ken's eyes. A tenderness that Ken had never seen before made itself known in beautiful amethyst depths. Ken's eyes widened when a faint blush crept into Aya's cheeks. And then, Aya said one word that would change their relationship forever.
"Hai."
A happiness that Ken never thought he'd feel crept into his heart. He was certain his joy was reflected on his face. Aya took another sip of chardonnay and sat back. Ken could only gaze at the redhead as he realized he just might be able to caress those luscious lips.
When the waiter returned with their food, Ken could barely touch his sushi. He simply watched as Aya ate from across him. Could all of this possibly be real? Did Aya really return his affections?
"Hurry up and eat so we can get out of here," Aya told the brunette in a husky voice. Ken felt of a wave of lust rush through his body.
Could Aya be implying _that_?
*****
During dinner, Ken tried not to stuff all of the food down his throat at once. He was aware of the amused glances Aya was sending him, but he was too wrapped up in images of those rose-petal lips against his. A part of him always wondered what Aya would taste like. It seemed that his curiosity might be satisfied by the end of the night.
When they exited the restaurant, Ken reached for Aya's hand tentatively. He was pleased when Aya accepted his small token of affection, without any sort of hesitation. The palm resting against his was warm and soft, but with a few calluses here and there. It didn't matter though. Ken was happy.
"Do you want to head back to the flower shop? Or do you want to go someplace else?" Ken asked when they were straddling his bike. This time, Aya pressed his full weight against him, almost as if he were snuggling against Ken.
"Lets go back home," Aya whispered against Ken's ear.
Ken shivered and handed Aya the helmet again. He put on light sunglasses and started the engine. It was hard to concentrate now that Ken was aware of Aya's feelings. He couldn't figure out what he had done to deserve such a beautiful creature.
*****
Ken didn't speed home...much. Aya was driving him crazy. The redhead's naughty little hands kept creeping under his silk-blue shirt, tracing small designs across his taut abdomen. It took all of Ken's willpower to keep control of the bike. When they got home, all the lights had been turned off, meaning Yoji and Omi were still out.
Ken didn't waste any time; he took Aya's hand and led him towards his bedroom. After shutting and locking the door behind him, he pushed Aya against the door and kissed him passionately.
In all of Ken's wildest fantasies, he never believed Aya could taste so sweet. Aya's warm lips almost burned him with its soft heat. Their lips seemed to melt together as passion surged through their veins. Ken slipped his tongue into Aya's warm mouth, greeting the slick muscle and tasting him greedily. How many times had he fantasized about doing this? He didn't think he could ever get enough; all he wanted to do was ravish Aya's mouth, feel his smooth body, and claim him completely.
"Aya," Ken groaned against his lips.
Ken slipped his hands into Aya's silky hair, and claimed those tender lips for his own again. A part of him couldn't believe this was happening, and the other part of him was guiding them towards his bed. When Aya's knees hit the edge of the mattress, Ken pushed him down and settled his weight on top of him.
Aya pulled away from Ken's kisses and took in a deep breath. Ken licked his lips and gazed down at Aya, logging away every detail and feeling. Moonlight pooled in through his window, illuminating Aya's passion-filled face. How could anything so beautiful exist? He thought as he bent forward and captured Aya's lips again. His heart gave a leap of joy when Aya moaned into his mouth. Ken slid his hands down the sides of Aya's body, before slipping under his dark turtleneck and pulling the material over Aya's head. Ken took in the vision below him: Aya, panting heavily, with his milky white skin nearly glowing in the moonlight.
"Beautiful," Ken murmured as he slid his hands across Aya's smooth chest. Aya gave a gasp when his fingers brushed across hardened nipples. Ken smiled and bent his body forward, where he could capture the stiffened nubs between gentle teeth.
"Ken..." Aya groaned, in a voice Ken had never heard before.
Long, delicate fingers wound themselves through Ken's short hair, tugging at it gently. Ken gave Aya's nipple long and hard strokes with his tongue, while his right hand trailed down the side of Aya's lithe body, sending shivers throughout the redhead below him. A palm rested upon Aya's hipbone, stroking the gentle curve in soothing circles.
Ken pulled away from Aya's nipple, and crawled back up to kiss those tender lips. Tentatively, Ken began undoing the button of Aya's pants, giving the other man enough time to push him away. When no protest came forth, Ken freed the button and lowered the zipper.
"Naughty, naughty," Ken murmured across Aya's swollen lips.
Aya wasn't wearing any underwear.
A hand slipped in through the opening of Aya's pants. Aya gave another moan as Ken wrapped a fist around the hard flesh, gently stroking the other man into ecstasy. The heat of Aya's flesh nearly burned Ken's hand. Each stroke was tantalizingly slow, driving the redhead mad with pleasure. A bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip of Aya's manhood, and Ken rubbed his thumb through it, smearing it over the head of Aya's cock.
Their mouths never left each other's as Ken worked his hand around Aya's erection. Every moan that the redhead made, Ken swallowed it, devouring Aya's mouth. Ken felt himself grow even harder when Aya began to push his hips up, driving his cock further against Ken's hand. Undeniable ecstasy was sketched across Aya's face: those beautiful, tender lips were parted in a silent cry; and those normally cold, unfeeling eyes were shut tightly as pleasure washed over him, again and again. Ken could get drunk off of the sight alone. But, there was so much more that Ken wanted to do.
Pulling away from Aya's mouth, Ken sat back on his ankles, between Aya's spread legs. Two hands hooked onto the belt loops of Aya's pants, gently tugging the material down long legs. Aya's body seemed to tremble when he was completely revealed to Ken's searching eyes. Everything about Aya was simply beautiful. In the confines of his pants, Ken could feel his arousal grow harder, if that were possible. The glow of the moonlight made Aya appear ethereal; never, in all of Ken's fantasies, had he thought Aya could look as he did now: spread out below him, panting, aroused, and exuberating a radiance of sensuality. How had he ever gotten so lucky?
"I want to make love to you," Ken whispered huskily. At the same time, Ken began to unbutton his shirt. As each button fell away, Aya's hungry eyes followed the movement. Until, Ken's shirt was pushed open, and hard, lean muscles were exposed to violet eyes. "Would you let me...take you?"
"Yes," Aya whispered just as softly.
That was all the reassurance Ken needed. He divested himself of the rest of his clothing, tossing it towards the far corner of his room. Then, he pressed his body against Aya's, hot skin melting against hot skin. Ken never thought Aya's skin could feel so soft, but it was like threading his fingers through liquid silk. Kami-sama, he loved the other man so much.
Ken coated three of his fingers with saliva, and then reached down between them to trace circles around Aya's entrance. As one finger slipped pass the tight ring of muscle, Aya gave a soft gasp, gripping the bed sheets below him.
Slowly, Ken worked his finger in and out of Aya's tight entrance. The redhead was so warm and velvety...Ken added a second finger, twisting, and stretching, preparing Aya for what would follow.
Then, the tips of his fingers brushed against Aya's prostate. Aya arched up off the bed; his chest colliding against Ken's. Ken felt a wave of lust wash over him as Aya's face twisted in ecstasy. He quickly inserted a third finger, gently working the digits in and out. When he decided Aya was ready, he settled himself back down on top of Aya, kissing him tenderly as he settled between his spread legs.
Ken pushed Aya's legs further apart with his thighs. Instinctively, Aya wrapped his long legs around Ken's waist. It took just a moment for Ken to get into position. And then, the head of his cock was slipping pass Aya's tight ring of muscle.
Hot, velvet flesh gripped his hard arousal, squeezing the hard flesh like a vice. It took every ounce of Ken's self-control to keep his pace slow and steady; he would die before he hurt Aya.
A soft gasp was Aya's only indication of pain--that and the tight hold his legs took on around Ken's waist. Ken buried his face against Aya's neck, nuzzling at the soft skin, before he began to suck on it gently. He pushed his arms underneath Aya's pale arms, which were thrown to the side of him, gripping the white bed-sheets tightly.
Inch by inch, Ken settled into Aya's body. When he was completely buried inside the redhead, Ken rested all of his weight on top of Aya, breathing heavily. How could anything feel so good? Being inside of Aya felt just like heaven; he never wanted to leave the hot confines. The muscles surrounding his member caressed every square inch of his thick length. Ken never thought Aya would be so tight!
"Tell me when you're ready," Ken managed to gasp.
Almost immediately, Aya squeezed his waist, indicating that he was more than ready. Ken lifted his head and kissed Aya, and at the same time, he gave the redhead a tentative thrust.
Ken let out a deep sigh of pleasure; the simple movement brought fire to his veins. He gazed down at Aya's face, watching for any signs of discomfort. But the other man had a look of sheer ecstasy on his face: his eyes were tightly shut, and his lower lip was captured between his teeth.
Ken began to push in and out, keeping his thrusts slow and steady. He wanted to savor this moment with Aya; to log away every sensation and detail. Maybe, if he were good enough, he would keep Aya coming back for more.
A low moan came from Aya's lips, causing Ken's arousal to twitch with need. He placed both of his palms on the side of Aya's head, then lifted himself up and began deepening his thrusts. Another wonderful moan burst from Aya's lips, setting every nerve inside Ken aflame. He began a series of long, deep thrusts that pushed his erection deep inside of Aya. He wanted to stay this way forever: buried to the hilt inside of the man he loved.
Aya reached for Ken's shoulders and gripped the rounded curves as he was filled repeatedly. He tightened his hold around Ken's waist, and began pushing his hips down to meet Ken's thrusts.
Ken took that as a sign for more and began quickening his thrusts. Each stroke was hard and deep, growing in speed as their joining became heated. A thin sheen of sweat broke out over their bodies as they climbed higher and higher into ecstasy. Soon, Ken was driving hard into Aya, pushing the redhead up with each thrust. He covered Aya's mouth in another deep kiss, pushing his tongue inside and licking at the surface. He changed the angle of his hips slightly, and Aya let out a loud groan.
Ken smiled when he nailed Aya's prostate. He began to pump in and out of Aya, hard and fast. The redhead gripped at his shoulders when push after push, pleasure arched down his body. Being inside of Aya was mind-blowing. He never wanted it to end...
But he could feel the trembles racing through his body, and he knew he would attain climax soon. He reached down and began stroking Aya's erection, which was wet at the tip, creating a natural lubricant. Ken slid his thumb across the head, then began to stroke in counterpoint to his thrusts. Aya let out a soft mewl, and then his body quivered as climax had its way with him.
Thick jets of warm pleasure shot out of Aya's cock, coating Ken's hand and his stomach. Ken kept stroking and thrusting into Aya as the redhead trembled beneath him. The velvet muscles surrounding his cock clenched and unclenched, becoming impossibly tight. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to the edge, until he was falling into the pleasure of oblivion. Each warm shot coated Aya's insides, claiming the redhead as his, and only his.
"Aya," he groaned as the fine tremors of orgasm began to subside.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of Aya's sweet body. Then, he climbed out of bed and retrieved a dirtied shirt. He wiped himself off, and then he cleaned Aya. The other man seemed immobile; he remained panting on Ken's bed: red, silken hair plastered all around his pale face.
He looked beautiful.
"Will you spend the night with me?" Ken asked a bit shyly. Even after the two had made love, he was unsure of the depth of Aya's feelings.
Aya nodded his head and offered a smile.
Ken grinned and headed for the bed, nearly tripping over their discarded clothing. He climbed on the bed and laid behind Aya, wrapping a tanned arm around the other mans waist.
For several long minutes, the two of them remained silent. Ken wanted to tell Aya how he felt, but was unsure of how to go about it.
Finally, he tightened his arm around Aya and asked: "Do you _really_ like me, Aya?"
He could feel Aya nod his head.
Ken swallowed.
"Do you...love me?"
Ken could feel his heart pound against his chest, anticipating what Aya's answer would be. While he had once been in love with Yuriko, he realized their relationship could never work out; his hands were too stained with blood.
But maybe...maybe there might be a chance for love in his life...with Aya.
Aya, to his surprise, rolled over to face him. Those beautiful, Asian features softened, and he leaned forward to press his lips against Ken's. The brunette lost himself in the kiss, giving mild protest when Aya pulled away.
Then, Aya said, "Hai."
It took a moment for Ken to comprehend what he just heard. When he did, a wide, genuine smile spread out over his face. He tilted Aya's head up for another kiss, pouring all of his love into it.
When he pulled away, he said, with a smile on his face, "I love you too."
~ Owari ~
Warning: Yaoi, Sap, OOC, Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ken x Aya
Feedback: Yes, please!
*****
Red Roses:
From the back of the flower shop, Ken watched as Aya watered the roses, using a small spray bottle against its fine-soft petals. He couldn't remember when he first became attracted to the redheaded assassin; he just knew that he found everything about Aya intriguing: his vibrant amethyst eyes; his wine colored hair; his lithe, creamy body...everything about Aya had Ken captivated.
It wasn't just his looks, though. Underneath that cold heart and rough exterior, Ken knew there was a soft side to Fujimiya Aya--a side in which Ken wanted to exploit. He knew it was there. It was in the unspoken words of Aya's love for his sister. It was in the tender heart that chose to sacrifice its innocence for the sake of his family. Everything was there, laid out on the table. Aya might pretend that he didn't have a care in the world, but Ken knew better, and he was sure that Omi and Yoji knew better too.
"What're you doing over there, Ken-kun?"
Ken nearly jumped out of his skin. He whirled around to see Omi holding a rather large pot in his hands, looking adorable and confused at the same time. It was no doubt that Omi was the baby of the group, even though they depended on his expertise to handle most of the missions.
"N-Nothing!" Ken said sheepishly, raising one of his arms to scratch the back of his head. "J-Just daydreaming, I guess."
Omi smiled. "Would you mind helping me with this pot then?"
"Hai," Ken said as he placed his hands underneath the pot and allowed Omi to guide him backwards in the right direction.
When they settled the pot near the entrance to the small flower shop, Ken stepped back and sneaked a peak at the clock. It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, which meant the fan girls would be parading down the street any minute. Sometimes, he wondered whether or not the girls saw them as people or as some kind of God. The way that they were worshipped, Ken had his money on the God.
"Huh? Where did Aya-kun go?" Omi said in confusion. Ken immediately looked towards the roses, where Aya had been standing, but he was no longer there.
"Maybe he went to visit his sister," Ken suggested. He let out a disappointed sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
"Hmmm," said Omi. Then he brightened: a warm, sunny smile crossing his angelic looking features. "We should all take Aya-kun out tonight! I think he needs some time to relax and have fun."
The words 'fun' and 'Aya' didn't mix very well, but Ken agreed that Aya deserved the relaxation; all the redhead thought about was the missions and his sister. Ken was certain that Aya didn't spend anytime taking care of himself.
"The problem is getting Aya to go out," Yoji said from behind the counter. A wolfish grin crossed his features when Ken and Omi looked at him in shock.
"What?" Yoji held up his hands. "I'm an assassin. I'm supposed to hear everything."
Ken and Omi looked around the shop reflexively.
Yoji chuckled. "You don't think I'd say that if someone were in here, do you?" He shook his head. "Honestly, do you both think I'm that stupid?"
"Of course not, Yoji-kun!" Omi said jovially. Ken, meanwhile, refused to comment.
"Hm," said Yoji, eyeing Ken with a speculative eye. "You must think I'm not aware of sexual attraction either."
Omi blinked at Yoji in confusion, while Ken visibly stiffened at his words.
"Nani?" Ken managed to say weakly.
Yoji smirked. "I've been to enough bars and seen enough sex to know when someone was attracted to another person."
"Ne, Yoji-kun, what are you talking about?" Omi remained oblivious to the hidden messages he was sending towards Ken.
Ken could feel beads of sweat gather on his forehead. How did Yoji know about his attraction towards Aya? He was sure he kept his feelings hidden well--Omi and Aya didn't seem to notice.
"For the record, I've seen him watching you too." Yoji decided to leave it at that, knowing that Ken's curiosity would eat him alive. He busied himself with some papers on the counter, pretending like he didn't feel Ken's blue eyes on his face.
"Huh?" Omi blinked in confusion.
"What did you say?" Ken said at last.
Yoji looked up at him innocently. "Nani?"
"What did you say?" Ken repeated.
Yoji grinned and leaned back in his chair. "I said: I've seen him watching you too."
Ken leapt towards the counter, stumbling amongst several of the flowerpots in his way, and slammed both hands on the front of the counter. "Honto?" he asked, a little too eagerly.
"He's very good at hiding it, but not good enough to hide it from me," Yoji said with a lazy smile.
"Anou...what are you guys talking about?" Omi asked the both of them. He looked back and forth between Yoji and Ken, his confusion and curiosity growing with every minute.
"Ken has the hots for Aya," Yoji told the small blond. "And Aya has the hots for Ken."
Ken could feel his face flush at Yoji's words. Then he shook his head and said, "It's not possible."
"What's not possible? Aya liking you?" Yoji raised an eyebrow. "I've seen the way he looks at you. If you ask me, I think his feelings are a lot stronger than mere _like_."
"Demo--" Ken started, but Yoji interjected.
"He obviously likes you, but if you leave everything up to him, you'll never go anywhere." Yoji removed his sunglasses and placed it on the counter. "I suggest you take him out to dinner, hand him a few drinks, and either tell him how you feel, or pounce on him right then and there."
Omi's eyes grew impossibly wide. Ken just stared at him with his jaw hanging open.
"Ah, Aya, I'm glad you decided to grace us with your presence!" Yoji said without looking at the man who just re-entered the flower shop.
Both Ken and Omi jumped up in surprise. Ken looked at Aya in guilt, while Omi smiled reflexively and said, "Okaeri!"
Aya stared impassively at both of them.
"Ken made dinner reservations at the local sushi bar, but his date bailed out on him and he needs someone to go with him," Yoji told the stoic redhead. "Omi and I have already made plans. Would you be able to go with him?"
Aya's answer came immediately. "Iie."
Ken felt his heart fall to the floor. He watched helplessly as Aya reached for his apron and pulled it over his gorgeous face. A sharp poke from Yoji brought Ken out of his depression.
"Ask him," Yoji hissed.
Ken swallowed.
Yoji poked him again.
"Anou...Aya..." Ken started slowly. "I-I'm going to get charged if I...don't show up at the sushi bar. I-I don't have anyone else to go with..." Kami-sama, he sounded pathetic, even to his own ears.
Ken felt his heart stop when Aya met his eyes. Deep pools of amethyst filled his vision for a moment. Did Aya realize how hypnotic his eyes were? Ken would happily drown in them if he could.
"...Fine," Aya sighed. "What time is your reservation?"
Ken's heart stopped and he was sure that he was hearing things. He thought he just heard Aya agree.
"It's at seven o'clock," Yoji spoke up for the stunned brunette.
"Hn," said Aya. He removed his apron and exited the shop again.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Yoji shouted. "You still have to work!"
As expected, Aya didn't bother to reply. Yoji slumped back against his chair, glaring at the doorway for several minutes. He was snapped out of his anger when Ken gave a delighted shout and jumped into the air.
"Yes!" Ken stumbled amongst the flowerpots again, but he was too happy to notice, or care. Omi stood to the side smiling, and Yoji just blinked at the ecstatic brunette.
"Do you think Ken-kun will be able to tell Aya-kun how he feels?" Omi asked after Ken disappeared up the stairs.
Yoji shrugged. "I don't know, but at least this is a step in the right direction."
Omi nodded his head in agreement.
Good luck, Ken-kun, Omi wished silently.
*****
Ken was busy digging through his drawers, trying to find something to wear, when he realized he didn't have dinner reservations at the sushi bar. He stood up straight and blinked a few times, before rushing back downstairs to ask Yoji what he should do.
"Yoji!" Ken exclaimed. "I--"
"--I made the reservation for you," Yoji said with a smirk. He looked at his watch and said, "It took you two hours to remember you didn't have dinner reservations."
Ken grinned broadly and mentally told himself to buy Yoji a large Christmas present if everything went well tonight.
"Arigato!" Ken shouted as he headed back up the stairs to prepare for the night.
Dozens of shirts and pants sat in his drawer and hung in his closet, but nothing seemed right for his first date with Aya. He felt giddy as he thought of the word 'date'. It wasn't _really_ a date, his mind reminded him. But it was as close to a date Ken would get with the beautiful assassin.
'Beautiful' was the only word he could find to describe Aya. The word didn't do Aya any justice at all, but every other word seemed too dull and colorless for him. A part of him wondered why Aya agreed so easily when he asked him. Perhaps he was in the mood for sushi, or maybe he felt sorry that his 'date' had abandoned him. Had Yoji been correct when he said Aya was attracted to him? In his nineteen years of life, he'd been attracted to only two people: Yuriko and Aya--two totally different people. Yuriko would have made a great girlfriend, if Ken had chosen a different profession. However, Aya was like a beautiful and calm sea. His hands were just as bloodstained as Ken's, and their lifestyles were never kept hidden from each other. Aya knew him inside and out. And while the redhead probably didn't know it, his calm and cold demeanor relaxed Ken--in a way in which Ken could not describe. All he knew was that Aya made him feel like there might be a hope for love in the life he chose to live.
Ken finally decided on a silk blue shirt with long sleeves and buttons down the middle. He retrieved a pair of black, loose dress pants and threw the ensemble on the bed.
He wasn't sure how he was going to approach the redheaded assassin. Yoji's suggestion of getting drunk and confessing his feelings didn't seem right to Ken. He wanted both he and Aya to be sober when and if it ever happened. That way, there would be less chance of regret and confusion.
Ken sighed and decided to let things play out for themselves. If the moment to tell Aya how he feels approached, he would seize the opportunity and milk it for all its worth.
That's what he told himself, anyway.
*****
When six-thirty came around, Ken emerged from his bedroom, feeling his heart pound in anticipation. Yoji and Omi had left a few hours ago: Yoji headed to one of the local bars, while Omi went to the library to work on his homework.
Aya was sitting on the living room couch, dressed in a fitted-black turtleneck and loose-gray slacks. His cool amethyst eyes met Ken's directly. And when those rose-petal lips parted, Ken lost himself to a fantasy of ravishing Aya's sweet mouth.
"Are you ready?" said Aya; only his voice came to Ken in a dull whisper.
Aya was simply eye-candy.
"Y-Yeah," Ken managed to say nervously. He ran a hand through his chocolate-colored hair, before glancing at the door to indicate that they should leave.
Aya stood from the couch in one graceful movement. For a moment, Ken thought Aya's eyes swept down the length of his body. He was dressed in his silk-blue shirt, which he had left un-tucked. And his black dress pants fell over old converse shoes--he didn't have any other shoes to wear. He felt silly for getting so dressed up, but even if Aya didn't say it, the redhead preferred class to casual.
"My car or your car?" Aya asked as they stepped out of the flower shop.
Ken looked up at the clear, darkening sky. The sun was about to set, with no clouds in sight. It would be okay to take his bike, and if they took his bike, he would be able to feel Aya's body pressed up against him.
"I'll drive," Ken announced as casually as he could.
Aya just nodded and followed Ken around the shop.
Ken frowned when he realized he had only one helmet to use. He didn't think twice when he handed it to Aya. Aya accepted it quietly and placed it over his gorgeous face, before hopping on the bike after Ken straddled the black machinery and got settled.
When Aya leaned his weight against his back, Ken nearly died from the warmth embracing him. Aya was so warm, and he smelled like fresh strawberries. Little Ken-Ken began to stir from the close proximity of the other male. With shaky hands, Ken reached in his pocket for his sunglasses--to protect his eyes against the wind--and then gunned the engine.
Ken was in heaven as he and Aya stormed down the streets. He could almost feel Aya's heartbeat pounding against his back. The wind ruffled his still-damp hair, and the slender arms wrapped around his waist had his stomach doing flip-flops. If only he could feel Aya's body skin-to-skin...
Almost too soon, the sushi bar at the end of the main road came into view. Ken slowed down as he approached the wooden shop. Disappointment crept into him when Aya pulled back slightly, bringing a brush of cool--and unwanted--air between them.
Ken pulled into the garage that was positioned beside the small tavern. And after finding a suitable parking space, he and Aya were seated inside the restaurant.
Nervousness began to settle inside of Ken's stomach. He watched as Aya thumbed through the wine list: his expression unreadable and his amethyst eyes cold as always. Yet, a part of Ken wasn't surprised at how warm Aya's body had been; he reminded Ken of a big, cuddly teddy bear--an Aya-sized teddy bear. He would make millions if he put it up on the market.
"Would you like to order some drinks, gentlemen?" A tall blond man smiled at the two men. Ken felt a flash of jealousy surge through him when the waiters hazel eyes settled on Aya much longer than it was needed. "My name is Kira and I will be your server for this evening."
He was going to be _served_ if he continued to look at Aya like that! Ken thought angrily.
"Chardonnay," said Aya in his cool monotone.
Ken smiled inwardly at Aya's indifference, and said, "Martini" to the disappointed waiter.
When he was gone, Ken leaned back in his chair and grinned. "I guess your fans follow everywhere, ne?"
"Hn." Aya glared at the polished wood table.
The sushi bar was rather crowded: dozens of people packed nearby booths and the sushi bar. The lights had been dimmed all over the place, and soft, traditional Japanese music played over the barely heard speakers. There was even a small Koi pond placed behind their dinner table; the gentle sounds of running water soothing some of Ken's stiffened nerves. He wished Aya's features would soften a bit--even if he _had_ been forced to come here...
Or had he?
He didn't put up much of a fight when Ken asked him.
Ken felt nervous again. In an attempt to calm his nerves, he drummed his fingers against the cool tabletop. Now that he was here with Aya, what was he going to do about it? He was sure an opportunity like this wouldn't present itself again for a very long time.
"Ummm," said Ken intelligently. "The food served here is really good!"
Aya frowned and shifted his eyes to the table.
Kami-sama, why was Aya so quiet? Ken was certain that Aya kept a lot of things on his mind. He wished the redhead would open up and talk to him.
The waiter returned with their drinks and menus in hand. Ken noticed the blond tried to catch Aya's eye, but Aya focused on his drink and took a small sip from it. Kira sighed and handed them their menus, and then left the tables to go sulk in the kitchen. Ken picked up his menu and leafed through the selections. He already knew what he wanted--Chirashi--but he was so nervous, he needed something to distract himself.
"Why did your date cancel?" Aya asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
Ken swallowed as he tried to think of a quick answer. "Um, she...uh...got sick...a-and she needed to, uh, go to the hospital."
Ken reached for his martini and took a long sip--he didn't care if you were supposed to sip at it--he was nervous!
"Hn." From the expression on Aya's face, Ken had a feeling the redhead didn't buy his story.
Ken sat rigidly in the now seemingly uncomfortable chair. Did Aya know that he had been lying? If he did, would he allow him a running start out of the restaurant?
"You tricked me," Aya stated, confirming Ken's suspicions.
"It was Yoji's idea!" Ken exclaimed before he could stop himself. Then, in his nervous state, he continued on. "He noticed me watching you and he started talking to me about getting together with you. And then, when you came back to the shop, he brought up the reservations when there were no reservations. But I wanted you to come out with me and I didn't know how to get you to do that!" Ken took a deep breath and then clapped a hand over his mouth. His blue eyes shot open--wide--with shock. He didn't just say all of that out loud, did he?
For the first time, Aya's face showed true emotion: shock. Ken could feel his face burn in embarrassment. He planned to tell Aya how he felt one day, but he never imagined it would be like this!
Ken reached for his martini again.
"You wanted me to go out with you?" Aya asked the brunette finally.
Ken looked down at his glass and muttered, "Hai." He figured he didn't have anything to lose now; his feelings were now out in the open.
"Hn."
Ken was expecting Aya to stand from his chair and leave. Or even worse: start yelling at him in the middle of the restaurant. But Aya did neither; he remained sitting across from him silently.
After a moment, Ken snuck a quick look at Aya's face.
The redhead was leaning back in his chair in a lazy pose. He looked so relaxed that Ken was shocked. When he managed to look at Aya's gorgeous face, there was a soft smile tugging at his lips.
Kami-sama! He must have died and gone to heaven. Aya probably choked him to death in the restaurant.
"You were watching me?" Aya asked almost shyly. Ken nearly melted into the ground. He never thought that Aya could sound so shy. He must've been dreaming. There was no way that Aya could sound so shy, or that the corners of his mouth could twist up in a faint smile. Everything about Aya now seemed so tentative and delicate. This couldn't possibly be Abyssinian, could it?
"A-Aya?" Ken said nervously. He watched as Aya brought his chardonnay to his lips and took a sip. Oh, how he envied the sides of that wine glass! If only he could feel those full lips just once...he would be able to die happily.
"Are you gentlemen ready to order?" Kira had returned and smiled at the two men. He blinked in surprise at the new expression on Aya's face. He had thought the redhead was gorgeous before, but now that he had a soft smile on his lips, he looked absolutely stunning!
"Ch-Chirashi," Ken managed to say. He no longer cared about the waiter, because Aya was still sitting across from him, smiling.
Kira took down the order and looked at Aya--who didn't even look at him!
"I'll have the same," Aya said.
Kira gave another sigh and left the two men alone.
Ken couldn't believe that Aya was staying in the restaurant with him! He never thought Aya would react to him this way. It just proved to Ken that all his assumptions about Aya's emotions--his true emotions--proved to be true. There was a tender and warm side to Fujimiya Aya.
"You're not mad?" Ken asked him finally.
Aya shook his head, and Ken watched as the dull lights reflected off Aya's silky red hair. Did Kami-sama decide to take mercy on Ken?
"A-Are you bothered that I like you?" Ken managed to ask. Mentally, he crossed his fingers.
"Iie," said Aya as he looked down at the table.
"Do you like me too?" Ken couldn't believe how corny this conversation was getting, but he wanted to know...he _needed_ to know.
There were a few moments of silence. Then Aya looked up from the table and met Ken's eyes. A tenderness that Ken had never seen before made itself known in beautiful amethyst depths. Ken's eyes widened when a faint blush crept into Aya's cheeks. And then, Aya said one word that would change their relationship forever.
"Hai."
A happiness that Ken never thought he'd feel crept into his heart. He was certain his joy was reflected on his face. Aya took another sip of chardonnay and sat back. Ken could only gaze at the redhead as he realized he just might be able to caress those luscious lips.
When the waiter returned with their food, Ken could barely touch his sushi. He simply watched as Aya ate from across him. Could all of this possibly be real? Did Aya really return his affections?
"Hurry up and eat so we can get out of here," Aya told the brunette in a husky voice. Ken felt of a wave of lust rush through his body.
Could Aya be implying _that_?
*****
During dinner, Ken tried not to stuff all of the food down his throat at once. He was aware of the amused glances Aya was sending him, but he was too wrapped up in images of those rose-petal lips against his. A part of him always wondered what Aya would taste like. It seemed that his curiosity might be satisfied by the end of the night.
When they exited the restaurant, Ken reached for Aya's hand tentatively. He was pleased when Aya accepted his small token of affection, without any sort of hesitation. The palm resting against his was warm and soft, but with a few calluses here and there. It didn't matter though. Ken was happy.
"Do you want to head back to the flower shop? Or do you want to go someplace else?" Ken asked when they were straddling his bike. This time, Aya pressed his full weight against him, almost as if he were snuggling against Ken.
"Lets go back home," Aya whispered against Ken's ear.
Ken shivered and handed Aya the helmet again. He put on light sunglasses and started the engine. It was hard to concentrate now that Ken was aware of Aya's feelings. He couldn't figure out what he had done to deserve such a beautiful creature.
*****
Ken didn't speed home...much. Aya was driving him crazy. The redhead's naughty little hands kept creeping under his silk-blue shirt, tracing small designs across his taut abdomen. It took all of Ken's willpower to keep control of the bike. When they got home, all the lights had been turned off, meaning Yoji and Omi were still out.
Ken didn't waste any time; he took Aya's hand and led him towards his bedroom. After shutting and locking the door behind him, he pushed Aya against the door and kissed him passionately.
In all of Ken's wildest fantasies, he never believed Aya could taste so sweet. Aya's warm lips almost burned him with its soft heat. Their lips seemed to melt together as passion surged through their veins. Ken slipped his tongue into Aya's warm mouth, greeting the slick muscle and tasting him greedily. How many times had he fantasized about doing this? He didn't think he could ever get enough; all he wanted to do was ravish Aya's mouth, feel his smooth body, and claim him completely.
"Aya," Ken groaned against his lips.
Ken slipped his hands into Aya's silky hair, and claimed those tender lips for his own again. A part of him couldn't believe this was happening, and the other part of him was guiding them towards his bed. When Aya's knees hit the edge of the mattress, Ken pushed him down and settled his weight on top of him.
Aya pulled away from Ken's kisses and took in a deep breath. Ken licked his lips and gazed down at Aya, logging away every detail and feeling. Moonlight pooled in through his window, illuminating Aya's passion-filled face. How could anything so beautiful exist? He thought as he bent forward and captured Aya's lips again. His heart gave a leap of joy when Aya moaned into his mouth. Ken slid his hands down the sides of Aya's body, before slipping under his dark turtleneck and pulling the material over Aya's head. Ken took in the vision below him: Aya, panting heavily, with his milky white skin nearly glowing in the moonlight.
"Beautiful," Ken murmured as he slid his hands across Aya's smooth chest. Aya gave a gasp when his fingers brushed across hardened nipples. Ken smiled and bent his body forward, where he could capture the stiffened nubs between gentle teeth.
"Ken..." Aya groaned, in a voice Ken had never heard before.
Long, delicate fingers wound themselves through Ken's short hair, tugging at it gently. Ken gave Aya's nipple long and hard strokes with his tongue, while his right hand trailed down the side of Aya's lithe body, sending shivers throughout the redhead below him. A palm rested upon Aya's hipbone, stroking the gentle curve in soothing circles.
Ken pulled away from Aya's nipple, and crawled back up to kiss those tender lips. Tentatively, Ken began undoing the button of Aya's pants, giving the other man enough time to push him away. When no protest came forth, Ken freed the button and lowered the zipper.
"Naughty, naughty," Ken murmured across Aya's swollen lips.
Aya wasn't wearing any underwear.
A hand slipped in through the opening of Aya's pants. Aya gave another moan as Ken wrapped a fist around the hard flesh, gently stroking the other man into ecstasy. The heat of Aya's flesh nearly burned Ken's hand. Each stroke was tantalizingly slow, driving the redhead mad with pleasure. A bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip of Aya's manhood, and Ken rubbed his thumb through it, smearing it over the head of Aya's cock.
Their mouths never left each other's as Ken worked his hand around Aya's erection. Every moan that the redhead made, Ken swallowed it, devouring Aya's mouth. Ken felt himself grow even harder when Aya began to push his hips up, driving his cock further against Ken's hand. Undeniable ecstasy was sketched across Aya's face: those beautiful, tender lips were parted in a silent cry; and those normally cold, unfeeling eyes were shut tightly as pleasure washed over him, again and again. Ken could get drunk off of the sight alone. But, there was so much more that Ken wanted to do.
Pulling away from Aya's mouth, Ken sat back on his ankles, between Aya's spread legs. Two hands hooked onto the belt loops of Aya's pants, gently tugging the material down long legs. Aya's body seemed to tremble when he was completely revealed to Ken's searching eyes. Everything about Aya was simply beautiful. In the confines of his pants, Ken could feel his arousal grow harder, if that were possible. The glow of the moonlight made Aya appear ethereal; never, in all of Ken's fantasies, had he thought Aya could look as he did now: spread out below him, panting, aroused, and exuberating a radiance of sensuality. How had he ever gotten so lucky?
"I want to make love to you," Ken whispered huskily. At the same time, Ken began to unbutton his shirt. As each button fell away, Aya's hungry eyes followed the movement. Until, Ken's shirt was pushed open, and hard, lean muscles were exposed to violet eyes. "Would you let me...take you?"
"Yes," Aya whispered just as softly.
That was all the reassurance Ken needed. He divested himself of the rest of his clothing, tossing it towards the far corner of his room. Then, he pressed his body against Aya's, hot skin melting against hot skin. Ken never thought Aya's skin could feel so soft, but it was like threading his fingers through liquid silk. Kami-sama, he loved the other man so much.
Ken coated three of his fingers with saliva, and then reached down between them to trace circles around Aya's entrance. As one finger slipped pass the tight ring of muscle, Aya gave a soft gasp, gripping the bed sheets below him.
Slowly, Ken worked his finger in and out of Aya's tight entrance. The redhead was so warm and velvety...Ken added a second finger, twisting, and stretching, preparing Aya for what would follow.
Then, the tips of his fingers brushed against Aya's prostate. Aya arched up off the bed; his chest colliding against Ken's. Ken felt a wave of lust wash over him as Aya's face twisted in ecstasy. He quickly inserted a third finger, gently working the digits in and out. When he decided Aya was ready, he settled himself back down on top of Aya, kissing him tenderly as he settled between his spread legs.
Ken pushed Aya's legs further apart with his thighs. Instinctively, Aya wrapped his long legs around Ken's waist. It took just a moment for Ken to get into position. And then, the head of his cock was slipping pass Aya's tight ring of muscle.
Hot, velvet flesh gripped his hard arousal, squeezing the hard flesh like a vice. It took every ounce of Ken's self-control to keep his pace slow and steady; he would die before he hurt Aya.
A soft gasp was Aya's only indication of pain--that and the tight hold his legs took on around Ken's waist. Ken buried his face against Aya's neck, nuzzling at the soft skin, before he began to suck on it gently. He pushed his arms underneath Aya's pale arms, which were thrown to the side of him, gripping the white bed-sheets tightly.
Inch by inch, Ken settled into Aya's body. When he was completely buried inside the redhead, Ken rested all of his weight on top of Aya, breathing heavily. How could anything feel so good? Being inside of Aya felt just like heaven; he never wanted to leave the hot confines. The muscles surrounding his member caressed every square inch of his thick length. Ken never thought Aya would be so tight!
"Tell me when you're ready," Ken managed to gasp.
Almost immediately, Aya squeezed his waist, indicating that he was more than ready. Ken lifted his head and kissed Aya, and at the same time, he gave the redhead a tentative thrust.
Ken let out a deep sigh of pleasure; the simple movement brought fire to his veins. He gazed down at Aya's face, watching for any signs of discomfort. But the other man had a look of sheer ecstasy on his face: his eyes were tightly shut, and his lower lip was captured between his teeth.
Ken began to push in and out, keeping his thrusts slow and steady. He wanted to savor this moment with Aya; to log away every sensation and detail. Maybe, if he were good enough, he would keep Aya coming back for more.
A low moan came from Aya's lips, causing Ken's arousal to twitch with need. He placed both of his palms on the side of Aya's head, then lifted himself up and began deepening his thrusts. Another wonderful moan burst from Aya's lips, setting every nerve inside Ken aflame. He began a series of long, deep thrusts that pushed his erection deep inside of Aya. He wanted to stay this way forever: buried to the hilt inside of the man he loved.
Aya reached for Ken's shoulders and gripped the rounded curves as he was filled repeatedly. He tightened his hold around Ken's waist, and began pushing his hips down to meet Ken's thrusts.
Ken took that as a sign for more and began quickening his thrusts. Each stroke was hard and deep, growing in speed as their joining became heated. A thin sheen of sweat broke out over their bodies as they climbed higher and higher into ecstasy. Soon, Ken was driving hard into Aya, pushing the redhead up with each thrust. He covered Aya's mouth in another deep kiss, pushing his tongue inside and licking at the surface. He changed the angle of his hips slightly, and Aya let out a loud groan.
Ken smiled when he nailed Aya's prostate. He began to pump in and out of Aya, hard and fast. The redhead gripped at his shoulders when push after push, pleasure arched down his body. Being inside of Aya was mind-blowing. He never wanted it to end...
But he could feel the trembles racing through his body, and he knew he would attain climax soon. He reached down and began stroking Aya's erection, which was wet at the tip, creating a natural lubricant. Ken slid his thumb across the head, then began to stroke in counterpoint to his thrusts. Aya let out a soft mewl, and then his body quivered as climax had its way with him.
Thick jets of warm pleasure shot out of Aya's cock, coating Ken's hand and his stomach. Ken kept stroking and thrusting into Aya as the redhead trembled beneath him. The velvet muscles surrounding his cock clenched and unclenched, becoming impossibly tight. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to the edge, until he was falling into the pleasure of oblivion. Each warm shot coated Aya's insides, claiming the redhead as his, and only his.
"Aya," he groaned as the fine tremors of orgasm began to subside.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of Aya's sweet body. Then, he climbed out of bed and retrieved a dirtied shirt. He wiped himself off, and then he cleaned Aya. The other man seemed immobile; he remained panting on Ken's bed: red, silken hair plastered all around his pale face.
He looked beautiful.
"Will you spend the night with me?" Ken asked a bit shyly. Even after the two had made love, he was unsure of the depth of Aya's feelings.
Aya nodded his head and offered a smile.
Ken grinned and headed for the bed, nearly tripping over their discarded clothing. He climbed on the bed and laid behind Aya, wrapping a tanned arm around the other mans waist.
For several long minutes, the two of them remained silent. Ken wanted to tell Aya how he felt, but was unsure of how to go about it.
Finally, he tightened his arm around Aya and asked: "Do you _really_ like me, Aya?"
He could feel Aya nod his head.
Ken swallowed.
"Do you...love me?"
Ken could feel his heart pound against his chest, anticipating what Aya's answer would be. While he had once been in love with Yuriko, he realized their relationship could never work out; his hands were too stained with blood.
But maybe...maybe there might be a chance for love in his life...with Aya.
Aya, to his surprise, rolled over to face him. Those beautiful, Asian features softened, and he leaned forward to press his lips against Ken's. The brunette lost himself in the kiss, giving mild protest when Aya pulled away.
Then, Aya said, "Hai."
It took a moment for Ken to comprehend what he just heard. When he did, a wide, genuine smile spread out over his face. He tilted Aya's head up for another kiss, pouring all of his love into it.
When he pulled away, he said, with a smile on his face, "I love you too."
~ Owari ~