Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Secret's Out ❯ First Things First ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

A mission began at 10:00 tonight. It is only 10:15 now, but both Yohji and Omi are wounded. The mission was to find a weapon distributor named Daniel Yoshino, who manufactured and traded his weapons no questions or licenses asked for, in return for illegal drugs from smugglers. Yoshino would then sell the drugs to anyone with money, especially high school students. He'd convinced many of his younger customers to recruit new ones for him by playing the role of a mentor, even offering them cash here and there to do so. This was perfect because his employees were able to do fantastic business by recruiting at school and other hangouts that their peers might attend.

Yoshino manufactured weapons sure, but he didn't spend much time at the factory. No, instead he sat in a plush office above a classy restaurant he owned. The restaurant was just another place where he could meet with prosperous clients willing to pay top dollar for what he had to offer them. No one suspected that a manipulating bastard owned the very tastefully and highly recommended bistro.

10: 02, Yohji finds Yoshino in his office counting tainted money and finishing a phone call. As he set down the receiver Yohji swiftly opened the door and was harshly greeted.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing in my office," screamed Yoshino.

"What someone should have done to you a long time ago," Yohji tugged at the wire in his wristwatch but was stopped by a blow to the back of the head. It seems Yoshino keeps a silent bodyguard, not a very big one like the other noisier ones that Yohji had disabled moments ago down the office hallway, but big enough. Yohji collapsed to the floor.

Yoshino is breathing heavily in astonishment, "Take him out through the back way and beat the hell out of that punk. I have to return to my guests but I'll be there soon."

"Yes boss," the bodyguard responds.

Yohji is carried to the back of the restaurant. His body is roughly settled on the floor of the alleyway. Yohji begins to wake with a pain in his head. He wonders where his teammates are. He closes his eyes and remembers what should be going on.

Aya is in the ventilation of the restaurant peeking in every customer-restricted area to find the safe that among other things, contains a list of smuggler contacts. Yoshino is supposed to join three of his usual smugglers tonight at a dimly lit table. The three wait for both Yoshino and the drinks they ordered from a young dark haired waiter who has so conveniently poisoned the glasses. The supposed waiter is of course Ken Hidaka who does his best to act natural and like he didn't just borrow a spare employee outfit from the kitchen. He's even plastered his hair down a bit to look more refined. The poison will not take affect for half an hour, giving Weiss plenty of time to evacuate.

Omi is lurking behind a Mercedes in the parking lot. He watches as the valet returns to the front of the restaurant after parking a black Jaguar belonging to Daniel Yoshino's business partner in crime, Kyo Tanaka. Tanaka usually poses as a customer at the bar. His real motive is to discretely watch for any funny business like guns or daggers aimed under the table during Daniel's conferences. It's always Yoshino's job to do the talking. Omi places a bomb underneath Tanaka's vehicle and enters the restaurants side door that reads `Employees only', no one stops him because like Ken he is disguised as a waiter.

10: 09, Ken and Omi have completed their jobs and dispose of their disguises by throwing them in the men's room trash; fix their hair and attempt to head out the front door like paying customers. Aya is ten feet ahead of them. They pretend not to notice. Omi hears a rough voice in back of him.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting long. Now let's get back to business." Judging by the direction of the voice it is coming from the group of poisoned smugglers. Yoshino, who is supposed to be dead, is rejoining them. Omi keeps calm but knows that something is wrong as he casually looks over his shoulder to confirm that Yoshino is in fact unharmed with Yohji nowhere in site. Omi knows the man's neck should be strangled with wire by now.

The three leave the restaurant and turn a dark corner where Aya unlocks their getaway car.

"Where's Balinese," Aya questions his teammates in their short distance behind him.

"He might still be finishing off Yoshino," says Ken.

"No, Yoshino is alive and well. I didn't see Yohji anywhere. I think I can sneak back in through the alleyway and peek in through Yoshino's office window to see if Yohji is inside." Aya nods and Omi is on his way. Aya and Ken wait a while, soon seeing the three smugglers as well as Tanaka close at their heels exit the restaurant and wait for the valet to bring their cars around.

"Yoshino must be free now, he'll go back to his office. If Yohji is in there waiting for him the mission should be over soon right?" Ken asks wanting reassurance.

Aya is at first annoyed by the question but looks down at an innocent and genuinely concerned Ken. He sees the fret in Ken's eyes and tries to comfort him with a single word but says is softly. "Yes." A faint smile corrupts his otherwise sour lips and triggers another one from Ken.

Meanwhile. Yoshino scurried to the alleyway for a little revenge. He punches Yohji who is now being held up limply by the bodyguard.

"Did somebody send you here to kill me? `Cause whatever their payin' you, I can double it," he draws a pocketknife as he grows angry at Yohji's silence. Omi arrives in disbelief, thankful that he'd decided to go around back instead of seeking Yohji inside the restaurant. Yoshino freezes and Yohji takes this time to kick him in the balls. Omi joins the fight by throwing two darts into the bodyguard's side. He releases Yohji who springs for his wire again and tackles Yoshino.

Yoshino's eyes widen as he pleads for his life while he lies on the cold ground. "Please no, don't kill me, I, I've got kids!" he nervously smiles.

"I know," with that said Yohji kneels down and circles the man's throat with glimmering wire. Despite the pain he is suffering from Omi's attack, the bodyguard squats down and seizes the knife Yoshino dropped in an attempt to save his boss by stabbing Yohji.

"Yohjiii!" Omi cries out. Yohji slides himself to the left as he can blurrily see the bodyguard attempting to stab him in the shoulder. Yohji only slightly dodges the blow. The knife was not planted in him but a sharp pain coursed through Yohji's arm as he felt the edge of the blade skim over the back of it, where his shoulder had been only moments ago. Omi refrains from throwing any more darts in fear that he might hit Yohji whose image is hard to differentiate from the bodyguard's in the shadows.

The bodyguard sees his slain boss and now only has his own safety in mind. He rises to his feet forgetting the other boy behind him as Yohji rises just as well. He tries again to stab at Yohji who is too quick and knocks the knife out of his hand. Yohji takes a hit to the jaw. Omi closes in and the bodyguard turns at the sound of his footsteps. Omi evades a punch and kicks twice at the man. The second kick allows the bodyguard to grab and push Omi off balance but the second action is done by accident when Yohji leaps at the man who in turn stumbles over his own two feet, trying to avoid a flying wire. He lands awkwardly on top of Omi. The wire finally creases into flesh and strangles life away from the choking man.

Yohji pushes the man off from Omi, "You alright Bombay?"

"I think my ankle's twisted."

"That's alright, just put your arms around my neck. I'll carry you to the car."

10:15, Yohji strides down the dark alleyway with echoing footsteps, barely noticing the blood cascading down the back of his right arm. He finds the car that Aya and Ken are sitting in and places Omi in the backseat with Ken. He sits in the front passenger's seat and points out that Tanaka is headed down the street in his jaguar. Aya nods. He follows the jaguar with careful distance knowing that it will lead down an abandoned district with little if any restored business to turn onto a freeway entrance. Before this can be done Aya flips a switch on a small detonation box activating the bomb beneath the jaguar but not setting it off. He then slows his driving speed to allow more space between the two vehicles before shifting his thumb from the switch on the detonation box to a button beside it. The car before them explodes in a fiery blaze upon adding pressure.

Daniel Yoshino, illegal weapon and drug distributor, eliminated.

Richard Tanaka, illegal weapon and drug distributor, eliminated.

The Ohashi Brothers, highly sought after drug smugglers, eliminated.

Contact list retrieved.

Mission complete.

Finally, the four assassins are home and pushing themselves through the door. Aya carries Omi in his arms. He enters Omi's room and lays him on the bed gently while Ken follows close behind with a first aid kit to tend to the youngest assassin's wounds. Aya leaves to check up on Yohji. Exhausted Yohji pulls him self through the threshold of his room.

"Yohji."

"Hmm, oh, yes Aya?"

"You're bleeding."

"Oh," Yohji touches the back of his arm at the wound and liquid coming from it. "I'd forgotten I had this. I guess adrenaline can do that to you huh?" he asks rhetorically. "Send Kenken my way would you?"

"He's busy with Omi right now, I'll help you."

"Well, one bishounen in exchange for another seems pretty fair." Aya glares at the subtle joke. Yohji removes his jacket and shirt, tossing them in a hamper. He turns so that Aya can better see his arm. Aya turns on the light switch, just as Ken appears in the doorway.

"I'm done with Omi, you need help Yohji?"

"I'm fixing him up Ken it's alright."

"Uh, no offense Aya but you aren't the gentlest person in the world and Yohji if you're not ready for some extreme pain, I suggest you let me take care of that arm instead."

Yohji stares up at Aya, ready for a glare in Ken's direction. There isn't one, he just nods and walks out of the room silently. Yohji had just made a joke on the same level and received a frown for doing so. He noticed this happened more often lately. Aya would let more things pass on Ken's behalf than anyone else's.

Ken shuts the door behind him but not completely. He knows that Yohji will want the radio on to help ease his pain and it might wake Omi who is asleep in the other room. Aya knows this too, he even leans in the doorway to observe the youngest member of Weiss, fast asleep with a small band-aid visible here and there. Yet, he cannot help but to oppose the closed door of Yohji's room. He feels anxious inside. He starts pacing. [Dammit, I want that door open and Ken out!] He startles himself. He doesn't know where that thought came from or he's avoiding it at least. He goes to his room and lies on the bed staring at the ceiling, wondering when Ken will be done. He hears Yohji's door open and Ken enters his room.

"Aya-kun, are you hurt at all?"

"No, I just have a headache."

"Have you eaten dinner?" Aya nods.

He closes his eyes and hears Ken leave the room, only to return with a glass of water and some aspirin. Mindful that the aspirin on an empty stomach will cause the redhead abdominal pain. Ken sits on the bed with Aya who is now sitting up.

"Take this," Ken hands Aya the water and medicine. Aya takes it willingly. As he is finished with the bottle of aspirin it is taken by Ken, as is the glass of water. Aya lays back down with a sigh still slightly dizzy from the mild paranoia he suffered while Ken was alone with the ultimate playboy. As if Ken had sensed his frustration he began brushing the free locks of hair from Aya's forehead and rested his hand there. "You're just a little warm. I think you'll be okay," Ken smiles and Aya's eyes are open. "Right?"

"Hai. Arigatou gozaimasu."

"Do Itashimashite."

The next morning Ken has managed to get up even earlier than Aya. Omi is awake but his ankle is still in too much pain for any unassisted movement and Yohji, well Yohji is of course still in bed and will never purposely wake up before 9:00 a.m. unless it is completely and utterly worth his while. It is about 7:50 now, but Ken has already decided that he'll just wake Yohji up for breakfast anyway, it seemed reasonable.

Aya gets out of bed and stumbles to the bathroom for a shower. He turns on the warm water and begins to lather a bar of soap in his hands.

Ken enters Omi's room. "Omi I have breakfast." Omi is too interested in his computer at the moment to completely acknowledge the gesture of kindness.

"Wha, hmm?"

"Break-fast," Ken repeats and sets the plate on Omi's desk. He knows the aroma will soon overtake Omi's thought patterns as he leaves to visit Yohji. His door is ajar so Ken walks in to find a sleeping Yohji whose naked body is scantily clothed by a sheet that hardly leaves anything to the imagination. As Ken steps closer he notices the top of Yohji's buttocks are exposed. Ken blushes and thinks that maybe this isn't such a good time to wake up Yohji. The playboy does not mind who sees his bare ass, but Ken would be embarrassed if Yohji knew he'd seen it. Ken leaves to wake up Aya. Aya comes out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Oh, hello Aya. I was just getting ready to wake you up. I didn't here the shower running."

"Ohayo, I only took a short shower. What's that I smell?"

"I made breakfast, come look," Ken smiles. Aya raises an eyebrow but follows Ken into the kitchen. He was right, breakfast had been made.

"How'd you do this, you usually burn everything up?"

"That's not nice Aya, however true that might be. But anyway, I made grilled fish and rice. Try it," he puts a plate in front of Aya. The redhead sits down to take a bite.

"Well, I haven't died yet," he says swallowing the fish. "I guess this is alright."

"It's better than alright and you know it," smiles Ken.

Aya enjoys Ken's simple projection of pride and allows a grin to show up on his own face as he finishes another bite. "You're right Kenken, it's great, and so is the way you acted as doctor last night. It's usually Omi who does so but you handled the situation just as well."

"Arigatou, Aya," says Ken blushing and looking at his feet. He knows that Aya hardly compliments anyone so he really must have done something right to deserve such praise. Unexpectedly, Yohji walks in the kitchen, only clad in navy pajama bottoms.

"What is that, food? How come nobody woke me up?"

"Uh, I figured you needed your rest is all, I've got a plate for you here." Yohji sits down across from Aya. Yohji tugs at the hem of Ken's form fitting white t-shirt, then, dips his index finger into the waistband of Ken's pajama pants bringing him closer.

"Chopsticks, Kenken."

"Oh, yeah. Gomen Yohji-kun." Ken sets another set of chopsticks on the table. Aya can feel himself grimace inside knowing that Yohji has touched Ken's skin inside beneath his clothing. He is irritated by these feelings and clears his plate. He silently trails back to his room. Soon Ken follows him in. "Knock, knock Aya. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Ken," says Aya roughly. He is lying down on his bed and reading a book. Ken wonders if maybe he'd done something wrong. He leaves to rejoin Yohji.

Hours have passed. It is 9:30 p.m. Yohji, as always, is out clubbing, but the door to the apartment opens to expose his figure in the doorway. Ken is in the living area watching television as this goes on and turns in surprise to see the oldest member of Weiss home so early. "Yohji-kun? You're home?"

"Hi Ken, no I just need to grab my other wallet, my ID is in there and just my luck some bitch I used to date is the new bar keep at this club I like to go to. She knows I'm twenty one, she's just mad `cause I don't want to be with her anymore so she's preventing me from getting any drinks without the damn card." He starts down the hallway but stops. "You here alone Kenken? I know that Omi's out with some friends and Aya, where is Aya?"

"Asleep in his room."

"At 9:30? I'm tellin' you he's an old man trapped in a young man's body." Yohji's voice trails off as he heads back down the hall to his room. He comes back out and sits on the couch next to Ken. "You wanna come out with me tonight?"

"Iie, but thanks for asking. I'd rather stay in tonight," Ken says relaxed. He feels Yohji brush his bangs from his face and blushes at the older man's warm touch. A light kiss is planted on Ken's cheek.

"Alright, but if you or even Aya change your minds, I'll be at the Sonic Room night club. I gotta go my designated driver's parked outside." He kisses Ken on the cheek once more. Ken sits still. "Well, don't I deserve one too Kenken?" Ken timidly leans forward to kiss a spot on Yohji's jaw.

"Touching moment," a stray voice calls. It is Aya, awake from his nap. He heads to the kitchen for a glass of water. Yohji smiles; he follows Aya.

"Jealous?"

"Of who?"

"I'd love for once that you'd be jealous another man kissed me," whines Yohji. He then looks back up again at Aya before crossing the space between them and kissing Aya on the cheek who is currently distracted, pouring himself a glass of water. Aya sets the pitcher and glass down. He turns and shoots death stares at Yohji. Their faces are inches from touching. "We don't have to get serious, just play with me."

"I don't play."

"Oh of course not, not with me at least. And you are jealous. But I'm not the object of your affection am I?" Aya narrows his eyes. "Didn't think so." Yohji leaves to continue his night slightly hurt. He'd developed a small crush on Aya and never guessed the man would choose sweet little Kenken over him. Oh, well. He brushes the idea away. Maybe another time.

After finishing the few drops of water left in his glass, Aya passes by the living room only to stop and stare at the soccer game that Ken is watching. He senses someone looking at him. It's Ken of course. "Come sit Aya." He sits comfortably and feels Ken lean up against him snuggly. Ken's body produces consoling warmth.

Everything gets very quiet in Aya's mind. He cannot here the television, nor his or Ken's breathing, nor the rustle of Ken's clothing as he tries to get comfortable. Aya can only think about this moment and summons either all of the courage or stupidity in his body (he cannot tell), to draw Ken closer with one arm and caress the side of his face with another, drawing his fingertips across the boy's face gently. Ken closes his eyes communicating his enjoyment nonverbally. [Acceptance, good] Aya thinks to himself. He considers that maybe this is enough for now in fear of driving Ken away. The nature of his actions could be perceived as either romantic or a show of appreciation, because after all, Aya did say he noticed how hard Ken had been working. If Ken had perceived them as the latter, then any further touching might scare him.

Aya shifts to leave but is held back by a limp set of arms, tugging him back to his seat. When he does sit, the hold around his waist does not recede, it grows tighter.

The next day in the Koneko Aya works diligently as always to get everything done as quickly and smoothly as possible. He's even eliminated a few more smiles at customers to pass things by even faster. It's just him and Yohji on shift. They won't be relieved until Ken and Omi get home which should have been ten minutes ago. Finally the door chimes ring announcing their arrival. Omi carefully drags himself up the stairs, his ankle still bothering him, but Ken gets right to work. He and Aya don't pay much attention to each other. Aya and Ken look up at the same time to catch a brief stare between their two sets of eyes. It's a casual look that is awkward now for the two of them.

Yohji has already taken the liberty of leaving but Aya waits for Omi to get back. There aren't any more customers in the shop, Omi won't be back for a while and his presence will be known by his unbalanced walking. Aya uses this time to sneak a smile at Ken. Not his usual sarcastic ones, a bright smile that although surprised, Ken mirrors back.

That night Omi went out to a movie with some friends, Yohji went on a date and Ken went out to find Aya who had disappeared many hours ago. Aya had gone to see his sister in the hospital. He brought her a bouquet of yellow flowers. As he approached the building, he stopped. He couldn't go in. When he first started visiting Aya-chan it was very hard on his senses. Eventually it became more of a routine than anything. Some how he had tricked himself into believing that nothing was wrong with the girl, that's how he managed to see her. He stopped accepting the fact that she might never wake up, not out of optimism but suppression. Those first few visits were made by Ran but eventually he stopped coming out and in his place was a colder man, Aya. Today that colder man did something that he never did. He looked up at the sign that said `Hospital'. He stared at it a while and stopped. He remembered that most people only go to the hospital when something is wrong with them. It was a revelation. He suddenly felt the exact same way he did on his first visit, stomach churning. This was probably due the fact he only visited Aya-chan every other day but this time he figured he'd bend the rules a bit. This was not part of the routine. It compromised the shield he'd ratified in defense of such emotion. He looked up one last time to the building and figured tomorrow really would be a better day to visit so he left, flowers in tow. Aya was beginning to feel like Ran again, just a helpless older brother not fearless assassin.

Ken found Aya sitting in the park. Ken sat next to him on the wooden bench.

"Aya-kun, are you alright?"

"I think, I should go home now." The two went home and Aya put the yellow flowers in a vase of water. He went down the hall to his room with Ken following. Aya opened his bedroom door and looked up at Ken who was entering the bathroom for a shower. Aya did the same when Ken was done. He came out of the bathroom, his pajama pants riding dangerously low as he treaded into the living room where Ken was again watching a soccer game. The redhead sat next to Ken.

"You alright now, Aya-kun?"

"I'm better." Ken wanted to wrap his arms around Aya's waist the way he had the night before, but before Aya had a shirt on, this meant that now he would be pressed against Aya's skin directly. He sprung for the older assassin's waist, after all, it was just Aya, his teammate. But Aya was the mean one, right? He held tight anticipating rejection, which never came. Aya threw an arm around the boy and began to caress his face again. Ken closed his eyes faintly smiling and absentmindedly brought his hand up to cover the one Aya had on his face. Once he realized what he had done, he felt very embarrassed but was glad to see Aya who looked surprised, hadn't pulled away. Aya's hand circled to the back of Ken's neck to push his face forward. His lips met Ken's halfway. They repositioned themselves so that Ken's arms were flung around Aya's neck. Aya had his arms wrapped about Ken's waist. "Hold on to me." Ken frowned at first, then understood and Aya moved his hands beneath Ken's buttocks. Ken tightened his legs around Aya's waist and rested his head on Aya's right shoulder as he was lifted from the couch.

Ken was carried to Aya's room and placed on the bed. He laid back, his arms still in place but legs down and relaxed as Aya climbed over him. Aya planted his legs on either side of Ken, leaning down to kiss him softly. Ken had only kissed one other boy before, this intimately. The brunette had only shared this sort of closeness with women and thought it delightfully odd that Aya pressed their lips together so tenderly, like one of his ex-girlfriends, rather than like the boy who had kissed him very passionately but without grace. The other boy used his tongue more to choke Ken than actually kiss him. Aya had just kissed Ken very innocently at this point but now felt it very appropriate to part Ken's lips with his tongue and slide it in. Ken responded eagerly.

Aya sat up, his groin touching Ken's. He began to pull at the drawstring of his pants as Ken's hand's slid up his sculpted abdomen. Fingers traced up to his nipples and tugged at them lightly. The redhead began to rub is growing erection against the boy beneath him. Soft moans escaped Ken's lips. The boy closed his eyes and turned his face to the right as he gently raised his hips to meet his lover's arousal harder. No pun intended.

Aya climbed off of Ken who was now sitting up, and slid his pants to the floor. He then tugged at the drawstring on the younger boy's pants to lower them. He looked up at a blushing Ken. Aya new the boy was nervous on a count of he had never been this intimate with anyone before. Aya smiled at Ken's nervous face and kissed him once on the mouth before continuing with undressing his teammate. Ken nervously took off his white shirt and tossed it to the side. The two were now completely naked.

Ken's nervousness went away as Aya climbed back on the bed after removing both of their pants, his body heat radiating comfort to his partner. The two held each other with the brunette eager again to accept an open mouthed kiss. Suddenly, Ken's nervousness flooded back as Aya leaned the boy's head back onto the pillows and raised his arms to this same position. Aya trailed kisses from Ken's jaw and stopped at his neck to linger awhile before proceeding to his chest. The redhead licked at Ken's left nipple before covering it with his mouth and suckling at it. The right nipple was treated with the same care earning him several moans from the man beneath him. Aya finished by circling it with his tongue once more. He shifted back a bit between Ken's bent legs to kiss all the way down Ken's abdomen to his navel, gently circling it as well before dipping his tongue inside. Ken liked this very much and began to whine in protest as it stopped.

Ken lifted his head confused as he saw Aya shift back just a little more. He saw the redhead tuck his eartails back behind his ears, biting gently at his lower lip. Puzzled Ken rested his head back on the pillow before something wet and warm traced up the underside of his stiff penis. He gasped in utter disbelief, rising on his elbows at the shock. Aya kissed the tip of his lover's hardened member before looking up at his stunned face. "You alright Kenken?" All the boy could do was nod, his jaw nearly hanging on his chest. Aya continued to lick around the head of Ken's dripping arousal. He dipped his tongue into the slit loving the taste of him.

Ken leaned back on his elbows, moaning uncontrollably as Aya took the head of his penis into his warm mouth. Ken lowered himself back onto the bed as his entire arousal was slid deep into his lover's mouth. Aya sucked softly bobbing up and down at a slow rate just to tease the boy. "Uh, uh, oh-Aya." The redhead's name came out as just a whisper. Feeling excitement spread through his own arousal with every lustful sound coming from the boy's mouth, he sucked harder and more rapidly. Ken arched his back wanting more. Aya drew back and Ken whimpered in objection. "No, please Aya, don't stop."

Aya climbed over Ken leisurely and kissed the boy on the mouth. He wasted no time in attacking the soccer player's tongue. Ken tasted the evidence of pre-ejaculation in Aya's mouth. He wondered what Aya tasted like and as soon as the redhead pulled back he sat up as well. "Let me do you now." Ken lowered his head above Aya's erection. Aya attempted to pull him away.

"No Kenken," he breathed. He was too late; the boy had already taken his penis in one hand and was licking the tip playfully. Aya was being impatient and wanted to fill Ken with his aching cock immediately. He drove his fingers through brunette hair and tugged at it to stop the action, but soon began to push Ken's head forward in approval as the boy took the head of Aya's penis in his mouth and began to suck. Aya moaned softly. The sucking was very gentle, too gentle. "Kenken, suck harder!" The boy kept his slow pace in response. Aya supposed he deserved this, for he had performed the same agonizing taunt on his lover just moments earlier. Finally, Aya found enough mental strength in himself to yank Ken away by the hair. Ken licked away the spats of Aya's essence from his lips as he leaned back finally ready for Aya to take him. "Are you ready Kenken?" The boy nodded and smiled warmly.

Aya searched around the other boy's chiseled form, a reminder of his own. He sucked on his index right finger before descending his hands beneath Ken's soft but firm buttocks then, slid his saliva-coated finger through the crevice between them. The tip of his finger found Ken's virginal opening. He softly massaged the puckered entrance before lightly pushing the finger in. Ken gasped in discomfort, Aya tried to lessen the pain by using his free hand to message the boy's penis, pumping it lightly. A second finger joined the first to stretch the hole further. Finally a third finger was added and Ken winced at the pain. "Ow, Aya it hurts."

"I know, I'm sorry, but I promise it'll get better." Aya worked around a little and found the spot he was looking for. Finally some pleasure for his uncomfortable partner, although he hated to admit it even to himself he was enjoying the painful gasps coming from Ken's mouth. Now only his long index finger remained in the boy's ass and was brushing up against his prostate, instantly granting them both some relief. Aya sat there, with a perverted smirk, just having his finger embraced by the tight hole was enough to make him come.

Ken whimpered a little as Aya pulled the last finger out and positioned himself between the boy's legs. He reached over Ken's body to his nightstand, which contained a tube of lubricant. He opened it and spread some of the lube on his fingers. Looking down at Ken's glistening body he had to hold back from skipping the lube altogether and plunging himself deep into the boy's body fast and hard. He spread his lubricated fingers over the head of his penis and down the shaft. Ken lifted his body giving his lover better entrance. He could feel the tip of Aya's penis against his tight puckered opening. He braced himself, and Aya slowly entered. Ken gasped and again in an attempt to decrease the pain, Aya massaged Ken's arousal. The brunette steadily began to adjust to Aya's length inside of him. The redhead started an easy pace in and out of Ken. "Uh, Ken," he breathed lightly.

Both boys had their eyes clenched tight. The sweat from their bodies rolling off and plastering strands of hair to their faces. Ken was overwhelmed by the pumping the older boy was maintaining on his erection and the new found enjoyment of Aya's penis gently stoking within him. Aya began to thrust a little faster to satisfy his own arousal but not to hurt the boy beneath him. "Aya, harder."

"Are you sure?" He almost didn't want to ask the question he just wanted to greedily follow orders. The boy nodded, "Yes! Onegai Aya-kun!" Aya slid the last inch of his length into Ken and thrust harder and faster into him. All in the room that could be heard was deep breathing, moans, and their bodies pounding firm against each other.

A final and very vocal moan was accompanied by an orgasm from Ken. His warm, sticky semen spilled between their bodies. His muscles clenched around Aya's penis from the climax and Aya released his own seed into Ken's body. Panting he pulled his limp shaft from his lover's body and dragged himself beside the boy, nearly collapsing on top of him. He nuzzled his face on Ken's neck. Ken turned his head and kissed Aya on the forehead.

The two lay there for a moment. Aya climbed back over Ken and kissed the boy on the mouth. He was becoming erect again at the sight of the gleaming boy. With a newfound strength he carried the boy from the bed to the bathtub. They stood there, water pouring down on them from the showerhead. They washed up and dried each other off. They even took time to help lotion each other's damp skin.

Ken kissed the redhead's chest as the older boy wrapped a towel around his waist. Ken had already done the same. Problem? A familiar voice was echoing in the hallway. Omi was home and knocking at the bathroom door.

"Hello, anybody in there? The house seems unnaturally quiet, even with Yohji gone. Well, say something." Aya and Ken looked at each other. Neither thought it'd be a good idea for Omi to find out about them thisway. Aya peaked his head out the door.

"Omi-kun?"

"Yeah, hi Aya, just makin' sure you're not dead is all."

"I am fine."

"Well, come outa there please. I have to use the bathroom." Aya would have to do some quick thinking now.

"Uh, go to your room first and shut the door," Omi looked confused but before he could say anything the older boy cut him off. "I just took a shower so I'm naked and don't have any towels."

"Oh, I could get you one from the linen clos-…"

"No! I mean it'd be faster if I just ran to my room."

"Have it your way." Omi did as he was told and a bit curious as to what Aya did look like nude. Aya and Ken slipped back to there rooms. Aya dressed himself once more and informed Omi that he could come out now. The secret of He and his lover's affair remained just that, a secret for the night. Aya who snuggled close to him for the rest of the evening joined Ken in his room shortly. He'd have to wake up extra early to sneak back into his own room the next morning but this moment was worth it.

Yohji finally decided to come home around 5:30 am. He'd spent most of the morning sleeping in a friend's bed, with the friend of course. He walked past Aya's room and noticed the door was not completely shut, but no Aya. He went to his own room and changed into some night clothes. He knew there probably wouldn't be anyone in the kitchen or living room but he thought maybe he'd seek Aya there anyway. On the way he crossed to over to Omi's room. He heard a russel. Was Aya in there? No, just Omi-kun. He was tossing a bit in his sleep, knocking the covers off of his naked form. Yohji walked in the open door and neared the sleeping boy. "Kawaii," he whispered to himself. He tried to suppress the rather perverted gesture but reached a hand out to stroke Omi's naked bottom. A small noise came from the boy's throat. Yohji smiled and decided to continue but then he heard a door open and another one close. Yohji investigated. Ken's door was open a bit. Aya's door was closed this time. Yohji found it obvious what the two were trying to hide.

"Secret's out."

To be continued…

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