Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Shades of Grey ❯ Chapter 2

Part Two

"Ken-kun?'

Ken jumped at the sound of Omi's voice, turning from the doorway of the flower shop where he stood looking out at the street bathed in early summer sunlight.

"Hmm?" he replied distractedly.

"You okay? You seem kinda jumpy, distracted."

Ken leaned on the broom handle.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just restless, I guess. We haven't had a mission all month, and it's too wet for soccer… I need to get out and do something." He let out a frustrated sigh, and then brightened. "Hey, you guys busy tonight? Wanna do something?"

"Sorry, Ken-kun. I have a major assignment due Monday," Omi said unhappily.

"Aya?" Ken asked, not hoping for much.

"I'm busy," Aya said flatly. Ken turned to Yoji hopefully.

"It is a Saturday night," Yoji drawled lazily. "I have a date."

Ken sighed, disappointed. He began to sweep the shop again. He felt Yoji's eyes on him and tried not to react. He was pretty sure nobody else had noticed his very slight… interest… in Yoji. He was very sure neither Aya nor Omi would approve, Aya because it was unprofessional, Omi because of Yoji's reputation as a ladies' man.

Ken jumped, diverted from his musings by Yoji's smooth voice.

"What did you want to do tonight, Ken?"

"Oh, I just wanted to go dancing," he replied casually, hoping that no one else could hear his heart beating faster. "I haven't been to a club in a really long time." It had been over a year, actually, since the last time he'd gone out with Yoji.

"Well, that's what I was planning to do tonight," Yoji said. Aya made a small sound, as if to say, `Big surprise.' Everyone ignored him. "Where did you want to go?" Yoji pressed.

"Umm," Ken thought for a second. "Well, that sort of depended on who was coming."

Yoji looked a little puzzled.

"Oh, you mean Omi. Yeah, I guess he can only get into all-ages places." Yoji made a face. He liked his girls over eighteen.

"Yeah," Ken said, relieved that Yoji had come up with his own answer.

"So where do you want to go now?" Yoji asked again.

Ken fought very hard not to blush, concentrating on getting some spilled earth from one corner. He tried for nonchalant.

"I don't know. Maybe Guilty Pleasures." He risked a quick sideways glance at Yoji, and had to stifle a nervous laugh. Yoji looked mildly stunned. He watched surreptitiously while Yoji recovered his poise.

"Guilty Pleasures, huh?" Yoji said with a small smile and a slightly raised eyebrow.

Seeing the surprise on Yoji's face, Omi got curious.

"What's Guilty Pleasures? Is it a strip club?" He looked very interested. Aya stood up abruptly.

"No Omi, it is not. Our shift is over." He strode to the door to hang up his apron. "Are you coming?" he asked Omi imperiously.

Omi looked like he'd rather stay, but got to his feet reluctantly.

"Yeah, I'm coming. Sorry I couldn't come out tonight, Ken-kun." Omi looked disappointed. "Have fun." He headed up the stairs after Aya.

Ken could feel Yoji's eyes on him as he put the broom away. He studiously avoided Yoji's green gaze and grabbed lilies for an arrangement. The silence stretched painfully. Just as he felt like screaming, Yoji chuckled.

"What?" Ken asked defensively.

"I didn't know you liked dancing," Yoji said mildly.

"I love dancing," Ken replied, still a little defensively. "I just don't get to do it that often."

"If I'd known you liked going out we could have hit the clubs long before now, Ken." Yoji drawled. "You ever been to Guilty Pleasures, or just heard about it?" Yoji was staring curiously at Ken.

"I've been there," Ken answered, not daring to look up and see what Yoji thought of that.

"I'll cancel my date," Yoji said. Ken looked up, eyes wide.

"You'd really do that for me?" Ken asked softly.

Yoji looked around with mock caution.

"Don't tell anyone, but I didn't have a date tonight. I just said I did to piss Aya off."

Ken gaped at him somewhat disbelievingly.

"You like living dangerously, don't you?"

"Technically, Ken, so do you, or you wouldn't be in this line of work," Yoji pointed out. "Besides, danger's relative." Ken had to smile at that.

"So what time you want to go?" Yoji asked.

"Umm, maybe be there by eleven?" Ken answered.

"Done. We're outta here at six. We can be ready by nine and drink until ten-thirty, then we'll call a cab and go." He finished the arrangement he was working on.

"All done. I'll get the shop tidied while you make the delivery run," he said, grinning lazily.

Ken laughed.

"I guess I'll meet you in the living room later, then," he said. "You'll close?"

Yoji nodded.

Ken packed up the arrangements and headed out to his motorcycle. Yoji watched him go, slightly bemused. He'd never have thought that Ken was the type. Of course, how much did any of them really know about one another? They all had their secrets, and the right to keep them.

Yoji began to check the pots, to see if any of the plants needed water. Aya had known what Guilty Pleasures was. Omi hadn't, thank god. Which meant that Omi was now the only member of Weiss who didn't know Ken's secret.

He glanced at the clock. One hour until close. He wouldn't know what to think until he'd seen Ken at the club tonight. He shook his head, smiling slightly. He was going to Guilty Pleasures, with Ken, of all people. It would definitely be an interesting night.

Ken stood in the shower, letting the hot water pour over his skin. Now that he had a chance to be alone with Yoji, and had effectively declared his preference, he didn't know what to do. He wasn't even sure that Yoji was into anything that didn't have large breasts and no brain. But he hadn't objected to going to Guilty Pleasures with Ken, so he assumed Yoji could be comfortable there.

Ken frowned. Aya had seemed so disapproving. He sighed, wishing Aya was someone you could talk to, or fight with. Aya just froze up and never seemed to thaw, especially if he didn't approve of you. Maybe Aya had never had any urges. Ken couldn't imagine Aya the Popsicle ever engaging in lustful behaviour. He giggled. Aya would probably be the kind of person who took his clothes off and hung them up or folded them before sex. The only passion in Aya was hatred. Oh well. Nothing he could do about Aya. Yoji didn't seem to care, and Omi had always known about him. Omi was like that. He knew, and he didn't care.

Ken hugged himself. It was almost eight. It would take him a while to get ready. Even if Yoji had never thought of Ken as anything other than a fellow Weiss member, Ken would make sure Yoji noticed him tonight. He smiled in anticipation. It was time to begin the game.

Yoji looked critically at himself in the mirror. He looked good, he knew that. He always did. He had finally decided on a tight, sleeveless dark red shirt and a pair of tight black pants. The club was dress code, so no jeans allowed. His hair he left long and loose, brushing his face. A touch of his favourite cologne and he was ready. He took his leather jacket and boots to the door, and then rummaged through the liquor cabinet in the kitchen, pulling out bottles to set up a makeshift bar in the living room. He returned to the kitchen for mixers, glasses and ice. He carried them to the low table in the living room. Omi was sitting at the small dining table with his books spread out all over it.

"You look nice, Yoji-kun," Omi said wistfully. "I wish I could go with you."

"You want me to make you a drink?" Yoji asked. "You could take an hour off and just relax with us."

Omi nodded, pushing his chair away from the table.

"Can I have a Dr. Pepper?"

Yoji twisted the cap off the bottle of Goldschlager and poured a large glass half-full, then topped it off with Coke.

"So you're only having one glass, but it can last a while," Yoji grinned. "Just enough. Want some ice?"

Omi held his glass out for the ice.

"Thanks, Yo…" he stopped mid-word, mouth open. Yoji noticed the blush spreading over Omi's face and looked up.

Ken stood just past the doorway in to the living room, standing a little uncertainly. Yoji took one look and felt his jaw drop. His eyes traced over Ken's face, his black-lined, silver-shadowed eyes, flicking to the silver cross dangling from his ear. They traveled over Ken's shirt, which was very tight, sleeveless, and a very sheer black. The shirt ended an inch above Ken's navel, clearly visible because the black leather pants that looked painted on rode so low on his hips.

"Is that… a nipple ring?" Yoji heard himself asking faintly. The silver ring gleamed under the shirt. Yoji couldn't believe it. Ken looked positively… edible. Yoji cleared his throat and dropped his gaze to the bottles in front of him. He glanced at Omi.

"Close your mouth, Omi," he said jokingly, trying to regain his own composure. "What do you want to start with?" he asked Ken, gesturing to the alcohol.

"What's Omi drinking?" Ken asked with a smile. He'd stunned them both. Point one for him.

"Dr. Pepper," Omi said, dazedly.

"One for me too, please," he told Yoji. Omi was having trouble keeping his eyes off of him. He didn't mind. It was flattering. He knew that Omi was figuring out which way he was leaning, which at the moment tended towards other boys. Ken just pretended not to notice that Omi's cheeks were stained red and his eyes were too bright. Yoji noticed, and wondered if there was anything going on between the two youngest Weiss members.

"What's the matter, bishonen?" he teased. Omi tore his eyes away from Ken and blushed even darker. Yoji caught the edge of Ken's frown, and stopped teasing. "What's your assignment on?" he asked conversationally.

Omi made a face. "The impact of Western culture on Japanese Society, two hundred years ago and today: A comparative study."

"Kid, you need to get out of that class," Yoji remarked easily.

Omi sighed. "It's curriculum. I have to take it if I want to graduate."

"Oh." Yoji glanced at Ken, who was smiling at Omi. He wondered again if anything could be going on between Omi and Ken. They did seem to spend a lot of their free time together.

"So what's this club you're going to like?" Omi asked, diverting the conversation away from school.

Yoji flicked a glance at Ken.

"Like any other club, I guess. Alcohol, music, dancing." Omi frowned.

"Then why did Aya try to get me to leave as soon as you mentioned it, Ken?" Yoji cut a glance at Ken and was surprised to see that Ken's face was relaxed, open.

"'Cuz it's my kind of club, Omi," Ken said. "Aya didn't know, and he didn't know that you did."

"Oh. Aya doesn't know a lot of things." Omi finished his drink, tipping the glass to get the last drops. "I gotta go back to work. Thanks for the drink." He got up a little unsteadily, moving towards his books at the table. He began to gather them up, the pile teetering slightly in his arms.

"You need any help, kid?" Yoji asked, ready to grab the books and take them to Omi's room.

"No. That drink didn't make me drunk. Just took the edge off." He grinned mischievously and disappeared down the hallway to his room. Ken watched him go up the stairs, and heard him enter his room and shut the door softly behind him.

Yoji finished his drink and noticed that Ken's glass was empty. He poured himself a rum and coke, and then gestured towards Ken's glass quizzically.

"Not yet," Ken replied to the unspoken question. "Let me have a shot of Goldschlager and Jagermeister first."

Yoji raised one eyebrow.

"Planning on getting plastered?" he asked.

"Nah," Ken said. "I've got a high tolerance. Straight shots will get me buzzed faster, then I'll just drink to maintain it."

Yoji poured Ken's shot, then one for himself. They toasted the shot and took it down. Yoji leaned back against the bottom of the couch, legs sticking out under the coffee table. He watched Ken, who was fixing himself a shot of tequila, kneeling on the floor by the table. Yoji cradled his glass and took a sip. Now that Ken was occupied he could safely look at him and admire the way the shirt stretched over Ken's muscular chest, not concealing anything.

Ken caught him staring.

Hastily Yoji asked, "Did that hurt?"

Ken looked confused. "Did what hurt?"

Yoji tipped his chin slightly towards Ken's chest.

"The piercing."

Ken looked down, then back at Yoji.

"Nope. Just a bitch to clean for six months."

"Why'd you get it?" Yoji asked, curious.

"I don't know," Ken answered slowly. "I guess I just wanted to do something different, something that wasn't Siberian or clumsy Ken the florist. Something that was just me." He looked sheepish. "Besides, I thought it would look cool, even if no one ever saw it."

"It does," Yoji said. He had to stop himself from adding, especially on you. What was wrong with him tonight? This was Ken, his housemate and business partner. He shook his head to clear it.

Ken was watching him.

"Does it bother you?" he asked Yoji.

"The ring?" Yoji asked.

"Everything," Ken replied calmly. Inwardly, Ken was nervous. If Yoji couldn't handle who he was… it was part of the reason Ken had dressed the way he had. There was more to him than clumsiness, cheerfulness and a bad temper. There was also a dark, brooding moodiness that hit him sometimes. And sometimes he even liked it. He tried to remind himself that Yoji wasn't interested in the same sex. It didn't really matter what he thought.

"Why should it, Ken? You're the same person you were yesterday," Yoji quirked an eyebrow at him. "I don't care who you sleep with."

Ken felt relief spread through his body, tinged with disappointment. He wished that Yoji did care who he slept with. He smiled, though, a little giddily.

"Good," he said. "Now let's get drunk enough to go out." He grinned.

Yoji laughed and lifted his glass in salute.

The club was packed. They were hit by a wave of sticky heat the minute the bouncer opened the door. They headed to the bar, which was on a raised floor to the left.

"Two double rum and cokes," Yoji shouted at the bartender over the music. Ken dropped some money on the counter and collected their drinks, and they walked to the railing, looking out over the crowd. The lights made Ken's eye shadow shimmer, Yoji noted.

They were both semi-drunk. They were still sober enough to walk straight, but Yoji was starting to notice that it felt cool when he moved his head too quickly. He finished his drink and closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him.

Ken finished his drink and set it on a table near them.

"I'm going to dance," he told Yoji. "You coming?"

"In a minute," Yoji replied. "I want to get another drink." Ken shrugged and headed for the busy dance floor.

Yoji watched him go, and then drifted back to the bar. He ordered another drink and sipped at it. He never would have guessed that this was Ken's scene, but Ken seemed completely comfortable in this environment. Yoji moved back to the railing, searching for Ken. His eyes slid over men dancing, drinking, talking, and laughing. He caught sight of Ken, dancing near a boy only a little older than himself, taller and with soft blond hair. The boy was dancing close behind Ken, whose eyes were closed, lost to the beat, moving to the music. He was graceful, Yoji realised with surprise. Ken was usually clumsy, tripping over things or dropping stuff in the shop.

Yoji watched as the boy dancing with Ken slid his arms around Ken's waist, bending his lips to Ken's neck. Ken tilted his head back and leaned into the caress. Yoji realised that his pants were starting to become uncomfortably tight. He cursed but couldn't look away from Ken's face, the slightly parted lips and closed eyelids, the way his hair brushed the side of the older boy's face.

Yoji shifted, trying to make himself more comfortable. He felt a laugh roll through his mind, and stiffened. The only time he ever heard that laugh was near Schwartz. He could almost see Schuldich's smirk. He looked around but saw no one.

Fancy seeing you here, Balinese.

"Get out of my head," Yoji growled. He hated that nasal, smirking voice.

Oh, no. Your thoughts are too delicious.

"Shut up," Yoji told that disembodied voice. He tried very hard to think of nothing.

It won't work, little cat. I know what you were thinking.

Yoji ignored him. Schuldich laughed.

Who would have supposed the Siberian kitty could be so…tasty? That's right, little kitten. I know you were wondering what those lips tasted like… He seems to be enjoying himself. If I'd known he liked men I might have played with him before.

That mocking laugh rolled through Yoji's mind again.

Don't worry, Balinese. He's safe from me. Tonight, anyway. Have fun.

"Fuck you!" Yoji yelled into his mind. With one more dark chuckle, his mind was his own again.

Yoji breathed a sigh of relief, and then nearly panicked when he couldn't find Ken. He searched the crowd and finally spotted him coming up the steps towards the bar.

"Come on, Yoji," Ken said when he reached him. "Your drink is finished. Come and dance." He tugged at Yoji's wrist with a charming smile. Yoji let himself be pulled into the crowd, reasoning that they would be more difficult targets to hit in the middle of the crowded dance floor. Ken was happily oblivious, finding room enough to dance. He looked at Yoji quizzically.

"What's wrong?"

Yoji shook himself. If Schuldich had meant them any harm, he wouldn't have announced his presence. They'd just be dead. Schuldich was just trying to mess with his head, and embarrass him. He smiled at Ken.

"Nothing's wrong."

Ken looked at him seriously.

"Are you uncomfortable here, Yoji?"

Yoji stared at him, startled out of his preoccupation.

"No! Why would you think that?"

"Something's wrong. What is it?" Ken looked crestfallen, but determined. Yoji sighed, and gave in to the inevitable.

"Schuldich's in here somewhere."

"Why would Schuldich be here?" Ken looked around, puzzled. Yoji had to laugh at the look on his face.

"Why are you here?" he teased. He watched the blush spread on Ken's face as Ken figured it out.

"How do you know he's here?" he asked. "I can't see him."

"He talked in my head." Yoji grimaced in distaste. "Come on, I need tequila. He killed my buzz." He grabbed Ken by the hand and dragged him back to the bar, aware that it was just an excuse to feel Ken's skin against his.

"Eight shots of tequila," Ken told the bartender. At Yoji's astonished look, he said mildly, "Don't worry. It's on me. I want you to have fun since I dragged you out here tonight."

"We'll get trashed!" Yoji sputtered.

"Maybe," Ken grinned. "But not likely. Just very happy. I won't let Schwartz ruin tonight for me. Cheers!" He downed his shots one after another, and Yoji hastened to catch up. They were back on the dance floor when Yoji felt the alcohol mellowing him out. It might turn out to be a good night after all, he reflected.

Ken nearly tripped in the doorway of the apartment, and Yoji caught him before he fell. They made their way to the couch and flopped down, laughing, stripping off their jackets and boots.

"I'm thirsty. You want water?" Ken asked Yoji, who was lounging bonelessly on the couch. When Yoji nodded, he got up and went into the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge. He tossed one to Yoji, who barely caught it. Ken unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, sinking onto the couch. He smiled tiredly at Yoji.

"Thanks, Yoji-kun. I needed a night out like that."

They had spent the whole night drinking and dancing. Ken felt like himself again, as if the dancing had purged his soul. He suspected a lot of that had to do with the fact that he'd had Yoji to himself the whole night. At the moment Yoji looked delicious, his hair slightly rumpled and his clothes clinging to him.

"No problem," Yoji said. "I had fun. You should come out with me more often."

"Maybe," Ken said vaguely. He didn't know if he could hang out with Yoji all the time just as friends.

Yoji looked at him consideringly.

"You're not that much shorter than me. You got anymore clothes like that?" he asked.

"A few," Ken admitted.

"Can I see them? If yours fit me then you could probably fit into mine too. We could share," he suggested mischievously.

"Yeah, sure," Ken said. He got up and walked down the hall, hearing Yoji follow him. He was edgy. Yoji was coming into his room. Not so unusual. But he'd fantasized about Yoji coming to his room. Of course, nothing was actually going to happen, he conceded. Yoji just wasn't interested in men, or he would have been more interested in the people around them at the club tonight. He just wanted to mooch Ken's clothes. Still, it would give him a chance to see Yoji without his shirt.

Yoji closed the door behind them and locked it. Ken looked back, surprised.

"Don't want to wake anybody up and have them think anything's going on," he said with a grin.

Ken opened his closet.

"Go ahead and look through it. Clubby stuff is at the back."

Yoji flicked through the hangers. He pulled out a tight green shirt.

"Can I try this on?" he asked.

Privately Ken thought Yoji was a little too thin for it to fit, but he wasn't about to waste an opportunity for Yoji-gazing. He contented himself with a nod, taking off his own shirt prior to hanging it up.

Yoji pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. He tried Ken's shirt on, and it didn't quite fit. Yoji was not as muscular as Ken was. Ken walked towards him as he took it off again.

"That one's too fitted for you. You're not wide enough for it. Try the blue one in the back of the closet," he said. "It's less form-fitting." He reached for a hanger just as Yoji reached for the shirt, and his bare chest accidentally brushed against Yoji's back. Yoji went very still. Ken turned partly away and began to hang the shirt he'd worn that night on the hanger. When he turned around again Yoji was staring at him.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo," he said. "Can I look at it?"

Ken shrugged and turned his back. Yoji came up behind him eyes moving over the black face of the snarling tiger.

"Why a tiger?" he asked Ken.

"It's what I am, isn't it? I even have the claws." Ken's voice was only a little bitter.

Yoji heard the bitterness, and understood it. He too resented the fact that he was just a weapon in Kritiker's arsenal with no real life outside of his assassin job. He ran his fingers lightly over the tattoo. He was always surprised that the skin wasn't slightly raised. He felt Ken's shiver through his fingertips, and felt an answering tightness in his lower body. He didn't understand why Ken was affecting him like this tonight. He'd only been with one man, and it wasn't an experience he was anxious wanted to repeat. Yet, unaccountably, he wanted to run his tongue over that tattoo and see what it tasted like.

"Yoji?" Ken said softly, questioning.

Yoji stepped closer to Ken's back. He bent his head and said in a low voice, "A tiger tattoo for Siberian…" he ran his fingers over the tattoo again. He felt Ken's body tense, and his own answering response. He moved his arm around Ken's body. "And a nipple ring for the real Ken," he whispered, fingertip brushing the ring lightly. He felt the shudder go through Ken's frame. Ken leaned back against Yoji's chest.

"What is it about you, Ken," Yoji breathed into Ken's ear, "That makes me want to forget how much I love women?" His finger continued to play with the silver ring through Ken's right nipple. His breath raised the fine hairs on Ken's body in a rush of goosebumps.

Ken was barely breathing. He was afraid to move; afraid to do anything that might break the mood Yoji was in. Sure he'd fantasized about it, but he'd never really believed anything could happen between him and Yoji. The feel of Yoji's chest against his back, Yoji's fingers tugging on his nipple ring made him whimper. The sound seemed to encourage Yoji. His arms came around Ken's body, hands stroking over Ken's chest. He bent his head and his long hair tickled Ken's shoulder.

"Did I tell you how fuckable you looked tonight?" he growled quietly.

"No," Ken sighed.

Yoji stepped closer, his lower body pressing into Ken's. Ken could feel Yoji's arousal pressed hard against his lower back and buttocks. Yoji's lips dipped, his teeth closing gently over the skin on Ken's shoulder. His fingers pinched Ken's nipples. One hand drifted lower to brush against the bulge in the front of Ken's pants.

"Do you want me, Ken?" he asked sexily, running his hand over Ken's erection. "Is that why you went out with me tonight dressed like something from a wet dream?" He bit Ken's shoulder a little harder.

"Did you like it?" Ken asked huskily. He was having trouble thinking, but he wanted to make sure Yoji knew how he felt about him. He held Yoji's hands at his waist and turned to face him, caught in Yoji's arms. He stared up into those green eyes, determined to make Yoji want him as much as he wanted Yoji. He pressed himself against Yoji's body.

"I wanted to make you want me," he said. He ran his fingers over Yoji's lips, through that glorious thick hair. "Do you know how often I've thought of this?" He lowered his head and ran his tongue over Yoji's nipple, feeling Yoji's body jerk. Do you know how long I've wanted to do this to you?"

Yoji stared down at Ken's bent head. He was having trouble breathing. He wanted to throw Ken down on the bed and fuck him until he screamed. He grabbed a handful of Ken's hair and pulled his head up, looked intently into Ken's eyes. They were dark with lust. Yoji brought his lips down to Ken's, and they kissed hungrily. Yoji walked them backwards to the bed. Ken hit the edge of the bed and tumbled backwards, pulling Yoji with him.

Ken laughed softly and reached for Yoji's mouth with his. He couldn't believe this was happening. Yoji couldn't seem to get enough of touching him - running elegant hands through Ken's hair, devouring Ken's mouth with his. Ken let his hands roam over Yoji's back, stroking the soft skin. Yoji nipped at his lip and Ken squirmed.

"Yoji," he moaned, pressing his hips against Yoji's. The contact sent shock waves skittering over his skin. He wanted this so badly… wanted to feel Yoji on him and in him, driving him mindless with pleasure. He wrapped his leather-clad legs around Yoji's hips and ground his pelvis into Yoji's.

Yoji cursed and bit Ken's shoulder so hard he drew blood. At the taste of its warm, coppery saltiness he drew back abruptly, penitent.

"K'so!" Ken hissed.

"Ken, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…" He stared wide eyed at the blood welling out of the teeth marks he'd made on Ken's skin, then looked at Ken when he heard Ken's low laugh. Ken's voice was husky.

"Don't worry. I like it rough," he said softly. Then he grinned. "But it's gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow."

Yoji's eyes darkened and he licked at the blood on Ken's shoulder. He kissed his way over Ken's chest and wrapped his tongue around Ken's nipple, then bit down gently. Ken gasped.

"Harder," he moaned.

That one word convinced Yoji that he didn't have to be gentle. He could take this boy writhing beneath him and not be afraid of hurting him; could take him hard with all the lust throbbing through his body, and Ken would like it. The thought made him so hard it hurt. He caught the nipple ring between his teeth and pulled. Ken cried out and dug his fingernails into Yoji's skin. Yoji grabbed both of Ken's wrists in one hand and pushed them over his head, his other hand reaching down between their bodies to yank down Ken's pants. He practically had to peel them off Ken's hips and legs, but they finally came off. Surprise, surprise, Ken wasn't wearing any underwear. Yoji raised an eyebrow.

Ken gave a strangled laugh. "The pants were too tight," he said. "Didn't want panty lines." He was nearly screaming with need. This - this was something he hadn't even dared to fantasize about. The bite mark on his shoulder was already hot, and he knew that it was going to kill tomorrow, but tonight all it did was add a little spike of pain which made the pleasure that much sweeter. Who would ever have thought Yoji would agree to any rough stuff?

"You're so fucking sexy," he groaned.

Yoji let go of Ken's wrists and was promptly turned over on his back, Ken's naked form straddling him as Ken worked to get Yoji's pants undone and anywhere else but on Yoji's body. His fumbling fingers popped the button off the pants and he yanked at the zipper. The cloth gave and he tugged Yoji's pants down to his ankles. Yoji kicked them to the floor. He reached up and pulled Ken down, mashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Ken opened his mouth and their tongues fought for supremacy. Yoji bit Ken's lip hard, again drawing blood. Ken smiled down at him decadently and licked droplets of blood off of his lip.

"How are you going to explain that one?" Yoji asked. For some reason Ken made him want to go wild. He'd never been into rough play, but this was different. He wanted to mark Ken as his, his to do whatever he liked to. Knowing that Ken liked it too made it damn near impossible to resist.

"Tripped at the club." Ken leaned down and kissed delicately down Yoji's neck. It was a struggle to speak, but Yoji managed.

"But it looks like a bite mark," he said breathily, trying not to writhe as he felt Ken's teeth lightly scrape his nipple.

"Then they can think whatever they like," Ken said. "I don't give a fuck." He left Yoji's nipple and continued down over his stomach, leaving wet trails that cooled on Yoji's skin. His lips stopped briefly at the silky boxers Yoji wore, then his hands eased them over Yoji's hips. He bit the soft skin of Yoji's stomach gently, and Yoji jumped. Ken chuckled and moved lower, his hands stroking up Yoji's body to play with Yoji's nipples. "God, I can't wait to fuck you," he whispered.

Yoji felt Ken's warm breath wash over his heated shaft and closed his eyes. His hands clenched and his fingers tangled in the bedclothes when he felt Ken's tongue trace lightly over his erection, licking softly at the smooth skin. His body convulsed when Ken slid his mouth over the tip of his shaft and swallowed him all the way. Yoji was not a small man, so this showed considerable talent on Ken's part. Ken worked his erection until Yoji felt ready to explode.

"Ken, stop. I won't last," he begged. Ken pulled his mouth away. He ran one finger over the tip and licked his finger. Yoji closed his eyes. It was not helping to see a very naked Ken sprawled between his legs and licking Yoji's bodily fluids from his finger. He tried to breathe, calm himself.

Ken crawled up beside him, rubbing his own untended erection against Yoji's hip.

"Yoji… I need you," he growled. "I want you to fuck me so hard it makes me scream."

The last vestige of Yoji's self control broke. He rolled on top of Ken, pinning him to the mattress. He pushed Ken's legs roughly apart and pressed himself against Ken's entrance. Sanity returned for a brief moment. Without lube this would hurt like hell.

"Do you have any lube?" he asked Ken.

"For the last time, Yoji, just do it." Ken said desperately. Yoji wanted to, but he knew how much it would hurt, so he tried to ease in gently. God, Ken was tight. He had just worked the tip in when Ken wrapped his legs around Yoji's waist and drove himself down on Yoji's shaft. They held there a moment, breathless. Ken was so tight it almost hurt. He was sure that he'd torn something. Ken was not going to find walking easy for the next few days. He waited for Ken's muscles to loosen, then began to stroke in and out.

Ken began moving his hips, finding the rhythm Yoji set too easy. He slammed his hips upward with every thrust. Yoji grunted. His self-control was slipping.

"Ken," he said warningly, "If you don't stop that I won't be able to hold out."

"I don't care," Ken cried wildly. "Harder. Fuck me, Yoji, fuck me." He kept going at the pace he'd set, forcing Yoji to thrust in time with his movements. He pulled one of Yoji's hands from the bed and wrapped it around his throbbing length. Yoji needed no more encouragement. He drove himself deep into Ken, aiming for that sweet spot inside the younger man. His hand roughly stroked Ken's shaft in time with their movements. Just as he felt his orgasm hit, Ken cried out and spilled his seed all over Yoji's hand, splattering both of their stomachs.

Yoji collapsed on top of Ken, their bodies slick with sweat. He licked at a bead of blood on Ken's lip. Ken kissed him languorously, sated. He wrapped his arms around Yoji.

"Yoji?" he said sleepily.

"Mmm?" Yoji replied, exhausted. He'd never felt so satiated after sex.

"We should clean up. You can stay here tonight, if you want," Ken said shyly.

Yoji was amused. Ken was shy, after what they'd just done? But he understood. Sleeping with someone was often more intimate than sex. He began to wonder just what would happen now.

He pulled out of Ken and the younger boy got up gingerly. He walked awkwardly to the bathroom. Yoji winced at the blood on the sheets. What had come over him? There was something about this boy that made him almost violent. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but Ken had asked - no, demanded - him to be violent. It was a new experience, and one he was afraid he might get to like.

Ken returned with a warm washcloth, handing it to Yoji. He'd wiped himself off in the bathroom, and Yoji cringed again at the bruise blossoming on Ken's shoulder and the obvious bite mark on his swollen lip. Ken caught him looking and took the cloth from Yoji, wiping it gently over Yoji's stomach.

"Don't worry about me. I've had worse after a mission," he grinned, and then grimaced as the skin pulled and his lip leaked blood again.

"I can't believe I did that," Yoji said. "I never do anything like that."

"Really?" Ken teased. "You seemed pretty good at it." He returned to the bathroom with the cloth. Yoji heard him rinsing it out. When he came back into the bedroom, he relented.

"Yoji. I asked for it. Sure it'll hurt for a few days, but it was worth it. That was…" he looked at Yoji in wonder, searching for words, "…absolutely amazing." He climbed into bed and turned to face Yoji. "Arigato, Yoji," he whispered, pressing his lips to Yoji's lightly. He reached to turn out the light.

"Yoji?" he asked softly.

"Mm-hm?"

"Could you, you know, hold me a little?" Ken sounded like a little boy who was sure he'd never get what he was asking for. It made Yoji smile. He turned onto his side and curled his long frame around Ken's warm, solid muscles, dropping a soft kiss on the nape of his neck.

"Oyasumi, Ken," he said softly, yawning. "Go to sleep."

Ken snuggled close to him and sighed, then relaxed into sleep. Yoji followed him.

Name taken from a club depicted in Laurell K. Hamilton's novels, the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter novels, the first of which is entitled Guilty Pleasures… READ THESE BOOKS!!