Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Shades of Grey ❯ Chapter 5

Part Five

Ken spun around, his eyes huge in his shocked face. "S-Schuldich?" He gasped. "From Schwartz?"

When Yoji nodded wordlessly, Ken sank to the floor, his arms wrapped protectively around his bent knees. He stared at Yoji, willing himself to believe that this was just an elaborate joke. Yoji couldn't have been with Schuldich. That was just too weird. They were on opposite sides of a war. Yoji couldn't be serious.

"You're joking, right, Yoji?" He pleaded, begging Yoji to just laugh and say that Ken was so gullible. But Yoji was lighting up another cigarette, toying with his lighter, avoiding Ken's eyes. It couldn't be true.

Maybe, Ken thought, faint hope dawning in his mind, maybe it happened before Weiss, before Yoji had become an assassin. Then he wouldn't have known Schuldich was a part of Schwartz. The idea took shape until Ken firmly believed that Schuldich had taken advantage of a young pre-Weiss Yoji.

"Well, that's okay, Yoji!" Ken said brightly. He got up off the floor and went to sit by Yoji on the bed. "If it happened before Weiss you couldn't have known who he was." He gave Yoji an encouraging smile. Yoji muttered something under his breath.

"Huh?" Ken asked.

"I said I knew exactly who he was," Yoji said, louder this time. "I was part of Weiss. I was at a club and I was drunk and he was there. And he was sexy. And for some reason I wanted to talk to him, I don't know why. So I did. And we ended up at some hotel, and we…" he trailed off.

Ken was horrified.

"Anyway," Yoji continued, determined to finish since he'd already started, "That's why I don't like being uke. I associate it with him." He peered at Ken from under the curtain of his long hair. Ken looked astounded, mouth agape, eyes wide and shocked.

Yoji shrugged. "You wanted to know," he said simply. "That's why I stayed away from other men. They always reminded me of him. Until you." He raised his head and gazed directly at Ken. "You didn't remind me of him. And I liked it. But I was seme," he continued. "And if I let you be seme…" he stopped, shrugged again.

Abruptly he stood. "I'm going to get a drink." He strode out of the room, leaving a dumbfounded Ken behind him. He passed through the living room, pausing to turn off the television before he went into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of cold water and gulped it down, trying to clear his mind of the horrible images seething in his mind. He closed his eyes, gripping the counter in both hands, trying to banish both the memories of Schuldich, and of Ken's dismayed face.

Ken sat immobile in Yoji's room, dazed. Yoji had had sex with Schuldich, willingly! Knowing who he was! If Aya ever found out…. Ken shuddered at the thought of that confrontation, which most likely would end with Aya screaming "Shi-ne!" Well, Aya wouldn't find out from him.

Ken wondered what he was supposed to do now. Was he just supposed to act like nothing was wrong, like Yoji had never told him he'd slept with an enemy? How could he pretend nothing was wrong? Especially since the incident seemed to be bothering Yoji a lot. It couldn't be ignored, as much as he just wanted to forget about it. He sat for a few minutes, marshalling his thoughts, then went looking for Yoji.

Ken found Yoji standing outside on the fire escape, leaning on the railing and staring morosely out at the lights of the city. Ken stepped outside and made sure the door was unlocked, then pulled it shut behind him. The air was a bit chilly on his bare chest and he shivered as he stood regarding Yoji.

"You made a mistake," he said calmly to Yoji.

Yoji turned his head. "You think I don't know that?" he responded bitterly.

"Everyone makes mistakes, Yoji," Ken said patiently. "You can't do anything about it now, so try to stop thinking about it. There are more important things to think about."

Yoji turned around and stared at Ken. "Doesn't it bother you, Ken?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

"Some of those girls you've been with are questionable, Yoji. I guess if you're thinking objectively Schuldich isn't repulsive." He grinned at Yoji's confusion. "Hey, I appreciate good-looking men, no matter who they are," he said, relieved that Yoji appeared a little more relaxed. They were all damned anyway, so why worry about it?

"Come inside, Yoji. You'll get sick." Ken pushed open the door and stepped inside, closing it after Yoji walked in. He followed Yoji back to his bedroom and closed the door, advancing on the older man with a lascivious smile.

"I don't mind being uke tonight, Yoji…" Ken said softly, running his hand up Yoji's spine. Yoji shivered, and looked at Ken in surprise. Ken moved behind Yoji and wrapped his arms around Yoji's waist, breathing in the faint green apple scent of Yoji's hair. "…if you promise not to be nice." he finished, dragging his tongue over the back of Yoji's neck. "There's plenty of time for me to be seme. I'm sure I'm a much better lay than he is."

Yoji laughed, his tension draining away with every shiver of pleasure. His head dropped forward, exposing his neck to Ken's lips. A smile started to spread across his face, and he swung around, grabbing Ken and kissing him roughly. Ken's mouth opened eagerly under the pressure of his lips, and they stumbled to the bed, tearing at each other's clothes. Ken's hand plunged into Yoji's pants and encircled him, warm and solid. Yoji arched into Ken's palm, shoving frantically at his pants. Ken's eyes laughed down into his, his fingers working Yoji's shaft, the other hand tugging Yoji's pants to his ankles.

Yoji worked at Ken's zipper, pushing his baggy jeans and underwear over his hips, then fumbled at the buttons on his own shirt. Ken had ripped a few off, he noticed briefly, then he pulled his shirt off and pulled Ken against him. He savoured the feel of skin on skin for a moment, and then rolled Ken underneath him, laughing at the surprised look on Ken's face. His mouth found Ken's neck and he played for a bit, every bite making Ken gasp and squirm. He moved lower, leaving wet trails over Ken's chest and stomach. He hesitated when he reached Ken's hip. Ken looked down at him, his eyes understanding.

"You don't have to, Yoji, it's okay," he said gently, reaching down to brush Yoji's hair away from his face. "I won't be mad." He stared down into the deep green pools of Yoji's eyes, and smiled.

It was the smile that made Yoji want to do it, the breathtakingly sweet smile and the eyes that said that whatever Yoji was comfortable with was okay. He lowered his head and his lips hovered above Ken's skin. He heard the sharp breath Ken took and slid his gaze to Ken's face. Ken's eyes were closed, his lips parted. Yoji smiled and brushed his lips against Ken's skin.

Ken held himself very still, afraid to move in case Yoji got spooked. He didn't remember anything ever feeling this good. He supposed it was the anticipation… Yoji's tongue darted out and licked the tip of Ken's shaft, and Ken stopped thinking, giving himself up to the sensation. Yoji's mouth was hot and wet as it slid around his erection, his tongue flicking playfully at the bundle of nerves on the underside of the head. He made a small sound of protest when Yoji took his mouth away, which turned into a gasp as Yoji swallowed him. Yoji began to slide up and down, applying suction and swirling his tongue around the head of Ken's shaft. Ken felt the pressure build, and remembered himself before he let go.

"Yoji," he choked out, pushing Yoji's head away, knowing that the other man would not appreciate it if he came in his mouth. He wrapped Yoji's hand around him instead and that was all he needed to push him over the edge. He came hard, rocking his hips against Yoji's hand, moaning Yoji's name.

It wasn't so bad, Yoji thought, listening to Ken's moans as he came. It wasn't even really gross. He liked having his name on Ken's lips like that, and Ken had been considerate enough to warn him before he came. He watched Ken's body relax, saw his breathing even out, then grimaced. His hand was sticky. He reached for the tissues on his nightstand and got most of it off of his fingers. He looked up and saw Ken watching him, and offered him a couple of tissues to wipe up.

Ken took them with a grin. "Don't worry, Yoji, I have a fast recovery time," he said, wiping at his stomach. "Besides, it's my turn."

So saying he pulled Yoji down for a hard kiss, then pushed him flat on the bed and scooted downwards, trailing his tongue over Yoji's skin. He ran his hand lightly over Yoji's flagging erection until it was stiff again, then put his lips and tongue to work. By the time Yoji was close, Ken was hard again. Yoji's hips began to move and Ken laughed softly.

"Not yet," he said, crawling back up to lay beside Yoji. He let his fingers play with Yoji's shaft, smoothing the moisture from the tip over the entire length. "You can't come until you fuck me," he growled sexily in Yoji's ear.

Yoji caught his breath and rolled on top of Ken, pushing Ken's legs apart roughly and positioning himself. This time he wasn't afraid of hurting Ken, and his own fluids would provide some kind of natural lubrication. He pushed into Ken, and then began to move without waiting for Ken to get used to the feeling. Ken met every thrust eagerly, and their mouths crushed together in a bruising kiss. Ken started to sigh Yoji's name again, every time Yoji hit that sensitive spot inside of him, his eyes flickering open and shut as Yoji's hand worked him.

"God, Yoji, fuck me… Oh god I'm almost there…fuck… ah k'so…."

Yoji couldn't hold on any longer. Ken's moaning was driving him crazy, and the crude language he was using made Yoji want to explode. He drove into Ken in a final hard thrust and felt his orgasm hit, and then felt a wash of warmth over his hand as Ken cried out his name a final time.

They lay quiet for a few moments, catching their breath and feeling their heartbeats slow. Finally Ken shifted and Yoji pulled out of him. Ken sat up and reached for the tissues, handing a few to Yoji. They smiled at each other a little giddily, then started cleaning up. Ken disappeared into the bathroom again, and Yoji heard the tap running for a minute. By the time Ken reappeared Yoji had a clean pair of boxer briefs on, and was staring at his sticky sheets. Ken laughed.

"You can stay in my room. We'll do laundry tomorrow." He pulled on his own boxers, then went to the door and opened it. "I promise I won't seduce you again tonight," he added, yawning. "Too tired anyway." He walked ahead of Yoji into his room and pulled down the covers on his bed.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said, then went into his bathroom and closed the door.

Yoji climbed into Ken's freshly washed sheets and lay down, waiting for Ken to come back. He wondered what Ken thought about Omi knowing that they had had sex. Their relationship wasn't a secret any more…Relationship? Yoji nearly laughed out loud. Two nights of sex did not constitute a relationship. That was just wishful thinking. Ken had certainly never even implied he wanted anything more than sex.

Yoji derailed that train of thought when Ken came out of the bathroom and moved towards the bed, switching off the lamp and sliding under the covers. Yoji turned on his side, unsure of what to do. Ken tucked himself against the warm curve of Yoji's back. He smelled like mint toothpaste.

"Do you feel better now?" he asked Yoji, draping an arm over Yoji's chest and snuggling close.

Yoji nodded. "Arigato, Ken," he said quietly.

Ken laughed softly. "It was my pleasure, Yoji," he said, and Yoji could hear the sleepy smile in his voice. Ken's arm tightened around him. "I'm yours anytime you want me," he said. "Oyasumi."

"Oyasumi," Yoji returned, but he lay awake long after Ken had fallen asleep.

Omi breathed a sigh of relief when the voices and movements next door ceased. He supposed he should be thankful they'd used Yoji's room instead of Ken's. The walls were pretty thin in their apartment. He cuddled into his pillows, feeling a flush spread across his face. He couldn't stop remembering Yoji's face when Yoji had seen him in the doorway, or remembering Ken sprawled underneath Yoji's body, shirtless. He'd never seen Ken like that before, and it made him rethink a few things about him. Omi sighed and determinedly pushed it out of his mind. He'd figure out how he felt about it tomorrow.