Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Substitute ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kracken 
Yohji has a need. Ken is willing to fulfill it.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.27.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
Yohji has a need. Ken is willing to fulfill it.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.27.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
<http://www.fanfiction.net/static/images/logo_grape.gif>
Home | Just In | Directory | Columns | Ad Blocker | IM [ Search ] Log In | Register
Fanfic » Anime » Weiss Kreuz » Substitute font size: (+) : (-)
Author: Kracken
NC-17 - English - Angst - Reviews: 17 - Publish date: 06-27-02 - Updated: 06-27-02 storyid: 837947
Kracken
Disclaimer:Don't own them and don't make any money off of this.
Warning: Male/Male sex. PWP. Language. Graphic.
Join Kracken's ML and get all the fics first, have some fun, look at my original fiction and art, or just sit back and yak with the rest of us at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/krackenml/ .
Substitute
Ken groaned in pain and tried, once again, to reach the wound on the back of his shoulder with a cloth and some antiseptic. It needed stitches, but everyone was out of the house at the moment, except for himself and Yohji, and he knew better than to ask the tall, young man to leave off his search for a date to tend to him.
Ken watched Yohji arguing with someone on his cell phone, long legs pacing the floor, one hand buried in a pocket and massaging his obvious reason for wanting a date so badly. He wasn't having much sucess with who ever was on the other end of the line and Yohji's frustration was growing. The handsome member of Weiss wasn't used to being denied his pleasure.
Ken, sitting on the couch, medical supply case open beside him, couldn't help staring. Yohji was simply the sexiest man he had ever seen. His washboard stomach peeked out of a tight, almost middrift muscle shirt. His long, slightly muscular arms trailed down the curves of his sensual height. His face, framed by long hair and caught somewhere between masculine and feminine, had wide, sparkling eyes behind half rim, purple sunglasses. That sexy beauty, and the fact that Yohji's black jeans were suspended only slightly above his crotch, were enough for Ken to almost forget his pain... almost.
Yohji suddenly fetched up in front of Ken anxiously, "Okay!" he exclaimed, "I'm desperate. I never thought I'd say these words, but my main girls are all sick, or occupied with women problems, and I need your help finding a substitute."
"Substiitute?" Ken was embarrassed when his voice squeeked on the word .
Yohji reached out and gripped Ken's shoulders hard as he leaned in close, looking over the rim of his glasses. "You must know some women who will put out Ken. You're a guy. I know you're shy and probably saving yourself for marriage, but even you must know someone... Hey, what's wrong with you?" Yohji exclaimed switching gears as Ken went as white as a sheet and bent over with a groan.
"Shoulder!" Ken gasped out. "Wounded!"
Yohji released Ken's shoulders abruptly. "Sorry about that! Is that what you were doing? Fixing yourself up?" Of course he hadn't noticed. Yohji had been too busy trying to get a date. He picked at the box of medical supplies with his long fingers. "Tell you what. You give me your 'little black book' of easy women you're too afraid to have sex with and I'll patch you up. Deal?"
"Deal," Ken breathed as he straightened again, clutching his wounded arm and trying not to look as excited by the offer as he felt. It was worth that bit of pain to have Yohji touching him, he thought, even if it was only to stitch up his battered body. It was also worth it to have Yohji angry with him. He would be angry too, Ken knew, when he found out that Ken didn't have a little black book.
Ken was bare to the waist, some blood and rent skin trailing down from his large, rounded shoulder. He had the body of an athlete, spare of fat yet heavy with muscle. He was shorter than Yohji, but he made up for it in sheer power. Yohji had the delicate grace of a dancer when he killed with his garroting wire, but Ken was both powerful and brutish when he killed with his claws. Apposed body types, apposed styles, apposed personalities, and, most importantly, aposed sexualities, Ken knew that lusting after Yohji was a dead end road. Knowing that, however, didn't seem to mean much to his libido. It reacted strongly whenever Yohji was near.
"Where did you get hurt?" Yohji suddenly asked, "This wound is full of dirt. Did you have an assignment I wasn't told about?"
Yohji never liked being excluded from the action. He had an almost fanatical need to keep busy, whether it was with women or with missions. Ken knew why. He had the same aversion to having time on his hands as Yohji. He knew that the darkness of guilt and horror for all the deaths he had caused with his slashing claws, was always poised to overwhelm him at the first moment of inaction.
"Soccor game, actually," Ken admitted with a blush. "I was playing with some young people in an old field. It was fun. I gave them a few pointers. I took a fall into some rocks. I didn't know how badly I was hurt until I came home and saw all the blood on the back of my shirt."
"Stupid!" Yohji growled. He didn't say anything more as he cleaned out the wound, put in a few stitches, and then taped it up. That done, he held out his hand where Ken, turned away from him, could see it. "Okay, fork the book over."
"I don't, actually, have one," Ken admitted and braced himself for Yohji to shout or strike him.
Yohji stood up instead, growling, almost whinning, "I'm gonna explode, Ken! Why the Hell did you tease me like that? I could have been making more phone calls!"
Ken watched the long legged Weiss pace the floor, both hands in his pockets and making obvious motions against his crotch. "Why- Why don't you just, well, jerk off?" Ken asked in embarrassment.
Yohji stopped and glared over the rim of his glasses at Yohji. "Did you just say, 'jerk off', virgin boy? I suppose you do that a lot, but after you've had a woman, it doesn't quite satisfy the itch."
Ken glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's late. I doubt that you're going to find anyone to take care of you now."
"Shit!" Yohji simmered, "I can't stand feeling like this! It's-It's just unnatural! This doesn't happen to me! I get dates! I have women waiting in line for me! Yohji doesn't have a night alone unless he wants it!"
Ken felt cold. He was thinking... he couldn't believe what he was thinking and it chilled him to the bone. Crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at his lap, he whispered, "Well, if you're that bad off, you'll probably do anything or anyone, right?"
"Have something or someone in mind?" Yohji snapped. "I'm up for anything, and I mean anything!"
Ken licked nervous lips. Yohji DID look ready for anything and Ken suddenly felt that he was willing to face even a violent rejection for a chance at the sexiest man he had ever met. Ken had faced evil without flinching. He wasn't any less brave now as he said, "I could, uh, take care of it for you."
"What?!" Yohji was dumbfounded, eyes wide and his hands tensing at his sides> His entire body language expressed shock. "Would you like to repeat that, Ken? Did you just propostion me... offer to-to... Are you gay, Ken? Is that why you don't go for women?" His words tumbled over each other, tangling in confusion.
"Yes, I guess, to everything you just said," Ken replied. He looked up at Yohji quietly. "You need it bad. I'll take care of it for you."
"You won't.... tell anyone?" Yohji wondered hesitantly and Ken felt himself grow hot all the way to the roots of his dark hair. Yohji was actiually considering it! Ken couldn't believe his ears.
"Not a word, ever," Ken promised, "and I won't say anything to you after either. I just... well, I've always wanted to be with you, at least once."
"Not a word?" Yohji asked, needing to be absolutely certain.
"I don't want Omi, Persia, or any of the others to know that I'm gay," Ken admitted. "They won't hear a word from me."
"Are you... have you done this before?" Yohji asked. When Ken gave a shy nod, Yohji was suddenly in front of him and unzipping his pants. Hitching them down to his knees with a frantic hopping motion, he then whipped out a dripping, impressive erection. Taking it in one, long fingered hand, Yohji offered it eagerly to Ken. "All right, man! I need it bad. You want this, come and get it!"
Shivering, mind going into overload with happiness, Ken trook the large, stiff cock from Yohji. He stroked it with a long, rough motion of one hand, and then buried his face into the man's hanging balls. Ken smelled masculine scent and tasted musk as he lapped there with his tongue. It drove him wild. Looking up at a shocked and open mouthed Yohji, Ken changed his mode of attack and swallowed Yohji's cock eagerly.
"Shit!" Yohji cried out and gripped Ken's hair with both hands. He knotted fingers there and then began shuddering and thrusting convulsively with his hips as Ken began sucking and licking with expert abandon. "You're good!" Yohji moaned. "So good! Damn! Suck my dick! Suck it hard, Ken!"
Ken complied; loving it, wanting it, something deep and primal responding to a man in a way he could never respond to a woman. Yohji was a dream come true and Ken felt that he could revel in the man's scent and taste forever. Yohji had other plans.
Ken was pushed back. Yohji's cock, red down the length and purple with need at the tip, twitched and dripped in his face as Yohji panted, "I need to fuck, Ken. I don't care if it's in another guy's ass, I just have too! It's like doing it with a woman, right? Tighter, I've heard, though."
"Different," Ken corrected, looking at that length and wanting it in his mouth again. Resigned though, he nodded and searched through the medical kit. Taking out a tube of cream, he squirted some onto his hand and then rubbed it down the length of Yohji's impressive cock.
Ken stood and dropped his pants. His own erection was twitching. He turned away from Yohji and bent over the edge of the couch, afraid that the sight of his cock would turn the man off, frighten him into rethinking what he was doing. "Go slow," Ken warned. "You can hurt me bad, if you don't."
"Always the innocent looking ones," Yohji chuckled as he grabbed the rounded, muscular globes of Ken's ass. He pinched and kneaded them, rubbing his dripping, lubed cock between them. "Yeah, you look just like Felicia from behind. Not hard to think of her right now. I've always wondered what it would be like..."
Ken felt the head of Yohji's cock penetrate and push in. He grunted and adjusted his hips, trying to relax as he squeezed his eyes shut against the invasive pain/pleasure. Yohji struggled, cursed when he found it both more difficult and not as tight as he thought it would be. The man insisted on sheathing himself in completely, though, and Ken gritted his teeth and allowed it.
Yohji was against Ken's back now, cock planted deep, long arms wrapped around Ken's torso, and mouth close to his ear. "Bitch!" Yohji growled. "You're too used to this! How many guys have done you, anyway?"
Ken scowled, but then he shrugged as he lowered himself to all fours on the floor with Yohji still stretched out on his back like a beast ready to hump it's mate. "Just one, actually," Ken admitted, "but he's a frequent rider."
Yohji prided himself on his sexual prowess. Now wasn't any different as he said into Ken's ear, "I'm a better one." He bite into that ear and began pumping his cock in and out , slow at first, and then with more confidence. Soon, he was slapping against Ken's ass with swift, deep motions and groaning as he continued to suck and chew on Ken's ear; establishing his dominance.
Ken savored every minute, enjoying the masculine strength and pantherish beauty that was Yohji, enjoying thouroughly the large cock pushing in and out and filling him completely, and the heaving, washboard stomach tight against his back.
"Are you going to cum, or what?!" Yohji grated in frustration.
Ken was startled until he remembered that Yohji was used to pleasuring and waiting for women. Like a good lover, he had been holding himself back. Ken reached underneath his body and took hold of his own erection. Stroking it hard, especially around the swollen head, Ken pushed back against the thrusts of Yohji's cock, making the man hit a spot deep within him. Once, twice, three times, and Ken was shooting hot and heavy cum in his hand and onto the floor beneath him.
"Fuck!" Yohji exclaimed, letting himself go at last. He spurted into Ken's body, cock twitching and thrusting until every last drop was buried deep.
They seperated, panting, covered in body fluids, taking stock of what had just happened between them. Ken moved onto the couch, wincing at the pain of his wounded shoulder and his now sore anus. He pulled his pants back up and zipped them, knowing he would have to go upstairs momentarily and shower and change. He watched Yohji do the same, the man tucking his wet and still erect cock back into his pants with difficulty and standing up.
Yohji pushed his purple sunglasses up on his nose with one finger, maybe needing them to hide behind as he said with some embarrassment, "That was... kinky. I knew I had an ultra horney side, but I never thought that I'd go that far to get some... uh, Ken... You know it was just a... well, a fuck. I'm not gay, or even bi. I hope you aren't going to assume that we are, uhm, a couple?"
Ken ran a hand through his dark hair, raking it back as he smiled tightly. "You have this conversation with a lot of women?"
Yohji relaxed, slightly. "You understand then, right?"
"Right," Ken replied and then shrugged as he said, "I know it's only a one time thing. I've just always wanted to, with you, you know?"
Yohji looked uncomfortable. He was pulling at the waist of his pants, feeling uncomfortable now both physically and mentally. "No, I didn't know," he said nervously.
"Besides," Ken added, shocking Yohji yet again, as he stood up and headed for the stairs, "Aya is the jealous type."
*************************************
Home | Just In | Directory | Columns | Ad Blocker | IM [ Search ] Log In | Register
Fanfic » Anime » Weiss Kreuz » Substitute font size: (+) : (-)
Author: Kracken
NC-17 - English - Angst - Reviews: 17 - Publish date: 06-27-02 - Updated: 06-27-02 storyid: 837947
Kracken
Disclaimer:Don't own them and don't make any money off of this.
Warning: Male/Male sex. PWP. Language. Graphic.
Join Kracken's ML and get all the fics first, have some fun, look at my original fiction and art, or just sit back and yak with the rest of us at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/krackenml/ .
Substitute
Ken groaned in pain and tried, once again, to reach the wound on the back of his shoulder with a cloth and some antiseptic. It needed stitches, but everyone was out of the house at the moment, except for himself and Yohji, and he knew better than to ask the tall, young man to leave off his search for a date to tend to him.
Ken watched Yohji arguing with someone on his cell phone, long legs pacing the floor, one hand buried in a pocket and massaging his obvious reason for wanting a date so badly. He wasn't having much sucess with who ever was on the other end of the line and Yohji's frustration was growing. The handsome member of Weiss wasn't used to being denied his pleasure.
Ken, sitting on the couch, medical supply case open beside him, couldn't help staring. Yohji was simply the sexiest man he had ever seen. His washboard stomach peeked out of a tight, almost middrift muscle shirt. His long, slightly muscular arms trailed down the curves of his sensual height. His face, framed by long hair and caught somewhere between masculine and feminine, had wide, sparkling eyes behind half rim, purple sunglasses. That sexy beauty, and the fact that Yohji's black jeans were suspended only slightly above his crotch, were enough for Ken to almost forget his pain... almost.
Yohji suddenly fetched up in front of Ken anxiously, "Okay!" he exclaimed, "I'm desperate. I never thought I'd say these words, but my main girls are all sick, or occupied with women problems, and I need your help finding a substitute."
"Substiitute?" Ken was embarrassed when his voice squeeked on the word .
Yohji reached out and gripped Ken's shoulders hard as he leaned in close, looking over the rim of his glasses. "You must know some women who will put out Ken. You're a guy. I know you're shy and probably saving yourself for marriage, but even you must know someone... Hey, what's wrong with you?" Yohji exclaimed switching gears as Ken went as white as a sheet and bent over with a groan.
"Shoulder!" Ken gasped out. "Wounded!"
Yohji released Ken's shoulders abruptly. "Sorry about that! Is that what you were doing? Fixing yourself up?" Of course he hadn't noticed. Yohji had been too busy trying to get a date. He picked at the box of medical supplies with his long fingers. "Tell you what. You give me your 'little black book' of easy women you're too afraid to have sex with and I'll patch you up. Deal?"
"Deal," Ken breathed as he straightened again, clutching his wounded arm and trying not to look as excited by the offer as he felt. It was worth that bit of pain to have Yohji touching him, he thought, even if it was only to stitch up his battered body. It was also worth it to have Yohji angry with him. He would be angry too, Ken knew, when he found out that Ken didn't have a little black book.
Ken was bare to the waist, some blood and rent skin trailing down from his large, rounded shoulder. He had the body of an athlete, spare of fat yet heavy with muscle. He was shorter than Yohji, but he made up for it in sheer power. Yohji had the delicate grace of a dancer when he killed with his garroting wire, but Ken was both powerful and brutish when he killed with his claws. Apposed body types, apposed styles, apposed personalities, and, most importantly, aposed sexualities, Ken knew that lusting after Yohji was a dead end road. Knowing that, however, didn't seem to mean much to his libido. It reacted strongly whenever Yohji was near.
"Where did you get hurt?" Yohji suddenly asked, "This wound is full of dirt. Did you have an assignment I wasn't told about?"
Yohji never liked being excluded from the action. He had an almost fanatical need to keep busy, whether it was with women or with missions. Ken knew why. He had the same aversion to having time on his hands as Yohji. He knew that the darkness of guilt and horror for all the deaths he had caused with his slashing claws, was always poised to overwhelm him at the first moment of inaction.
"Soccor game, actually," Ken admitted with a blush. "I was playing with some young people in an old field. It was fun. I gave them a few pointers. I took a fall into some rocks. I didn't know how badly I was hurt until I came home and saw all the blood on the back of my shirt."
"Stupid!" Yohji growled. He didn't say anything more as he cleaned out the wound, put in a few stitches, and then taped it up. That done, he held out his hand where Ken, turned away from him, could see it. "Okay, fork the book over."
"I don't, actually, have one," Ken admitted and braced himself for Yohji to shout or strike him.
Yohji stood up instead, growling, almost whinning, "I'm gonna explode, Ken! Why the Hell did you tease me like that? I could have been making more phone calls!"
Ken watched the long legged Weiss pace the floor, both hands in his pockets and making obvious motions against his crotch. "Why- Why don't you just, well, jerk off?" Ken asked in embarrassment.
Yohji stopped and glared over the rim of his glasses at Yohji. "Did you just say, 'jerk off', virgin boy? I suppose you do that a lot, but after you've had a woman, it doesn't quite satisfy the itch."
Ken glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's late. I doubt that you're going to find anyone to take care of you now."
"Shit!" Yohji simmered, "I can't stand feeling like this! It's-It's just unnatural! This doesn't happen to me! I get dates! I have women waiting in line for me! Yohji doesn't have a night alone unless he wants it!"
Ken felt cold. He was thinking... he couldn't believe what he was thinking and it chilled him to the bone. Crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at his lap, he whispered, "Well, if you're that bad off, you'll probably do anything or anyone, right?"
"Have something or someone in mind?" Yohji snapped. "I'm up for anything, and I mean anything!"
Ken licked nervous lips. Yohji DID look ready for anything and Ken suddenly felt that he was willing to face even a violent rejection for a chance at the sexiest man he had ever met. Ken had faced evil without flinching. He wasn't any less brave now as he said, "I could, uh, take care of it for you."
"What?!" Yohji was dumbfounded, eyes wide and his hands tensing at his sides> His entire body language expressed shock. "Would you like to repeat that, Ken? Did you just propostion me... offer to-to... Are you gay, Ken? Is that why you don't go for women?" His words tumbled over each other, tangling in confusion.
"Yes, I guess, to everything you just said," Ken replied. He looked up at Yohji quietly. "You need it bad. I'll take care of it for you."
"You won't.... tell anyone?" Yohji wondered hesitantly and Ken felt himself grow hot all the way to the roots of his dark hair. Yohji was actiually considering it! Ken couldn't believe his ears.
"Not a word, ever," Ken promised, "and I won't say anything to you after either. I just... well, I've always wanted to be with you, at least once."
"Not a word?" Yohji asked, needing to be absolutely certain.
"I don't want Omi, Persia, or any of the others to know that I'm gay," Ken admitted. "They won't hear a word from me."
"Are you... have you done this before?" Yohji asked. When Ken gave a shy nod, Yohji was suddenly in front of him and unzipping his pants. Hitching them down to his knees with a frantic hopping motion, he then whipped out a dripping, impressive erection. Taking it in one, long fingered hand, Yohji offered it eagerly to Ken. "All right, man! I need it bad. You want this, come and get it!"
Shivering, mind going into overload with happiness, Ken trook the large, stiff cock from Yohji. He stroked it with a long, rough motion of one hand, and then buried his face into the man's hanging balls. Ken smelled masculine scent and tasted musk as he lapped there with his tongue. It drove him wild. Looking up at a shocked and open mouthed Yohji, Ken changed his mode of attack and swallowed Yohji's cock eagerly.
"Shit!" Yohji cried out and gripped Ken's hair with both hands. He knotted fingers there and then began shuddering and thrusting convulsively with his hips as Ken began sucking and licking with expert abandon. "You're good!" Yohji moaned. "So good! Damn! Suck my dick! Suck it hard, Ken!"
Ken complied; loving it, wanting it, something deep and primal responding to a man in a way he could never respond to a woman. Yohji was a dream come true and Ken felt that he could revel in the man's scent and taste forever. Yohji had other plans.
Ken was pushed back. Yohji's cock, red down the length and purple with need at the tip, twitched and dripped in his face as Yohji panted, "I need to fuck, Ken. I don't care if it's in another guy's ass, I just have too! It's like doing it with a woman, right? Tighter, I've heard, though."
"Different," Ken corrected, looking at that length and wanting it in his mouth again. Resigned though, he nodded and searched through the medical kit. Taking out a tube of cream, he squirted some onto his hand and then rubbed it down the length of Yohji's impressive cock.
Ken stood and dropped his pants. His own erection was twitching. He turned away from Yohji and bent over the edge of the couch, afraid that the sight of his cock would turn the man off, frighten him into rethinking what he was doing. "Go slow," Ken warned. "You can hurt me bad, if you don't."
"Always the innocent looking ones," Yohji chuckled as he grabbed the rounded, muscular globes of Ken's ass. He pinched and kneaded them, rubbing his dripping, lubed cock between them. "Yeah, you look just like Felicia from behind. Not hard to think of her right now. I've always wondered what it would be like..."
Ken felt the head of Yohji's cock penetrate and push in. He grunted and adjusted his hips, trying to relax as he squeezed his eyes shut against the invasive pain/pleasure. Yohji struggled, cursed when he found it both more difficult and not as tight as he thought it would be. The man insisted on sheathing himself in completely, though, and Ken gritted his teeth and allowed it.
Yohji was against Ken's back now, cock planted deep, long arms wrapped around Ken's torso, and mouth close to his ear. "Bitch!" Yohji growled. "You're too used to this! How many guys have done you, anyway?"
Ken scowled, but then he shrugged as he lowered himself to all fours on the floor with Yohji still stretched out on his back like a beast ready to hump it's mate. "Just one, actually," Ken admitted, "but he's a frequent rider."
Yohji prided himself on his sexual prowess. Now wasn't any different as he said into Ken's ear, "I'm a better one." He bite into that ear and began pumping his cock in and out , slow at first, and then with more confidence. Soon, he was slapping against Ken's ass with swift, deep motions and groaning as he continued to suck and chew on Ken's ear; establishing his dominance.
Ken savored every minute, enjoying the masculine strength and pantherish beauty that was Yohji, enjoying thouroughly the large cock pushing in and out and filling him completely, and the heaving, washboard stomach tight against his back.
"Are you going to cum, or what?!" Yohji grated in frustration.
Ken was startled until he remembered that Yohji was used to pleasuring and waiting for women. Like a good lover, he had been holding himself back. Ken reached underneath his body and took hold of his own erection. Stroking it hard, especially around the swollen head, Ken pushed back against the thrusts of Yohji's cock, making the man hit a spot deep within him. Once, twice, three times, and Ken was shooting hot and heavy cum in his hand and onto the floor beneath him.
"Fuck!" Yohji exclaimed, letting himself go at last. He spurted into Ken's body, cock twitching and thrusting until every last drop was buried deep.
They seperated, panting, covered in body fluids, taking stock of what had just happened between them. Ken moved onto the couch, wincing at the pain of his wounded shoulder and his now sore anus. He pulled his pants back up and zipped them, knowing he would have to go upstairs momentarily and shower and change. He watched Yohji do the same, the man tucking his wet and still erect cock back into his pants with difficulty and standing up.
Yohji pushed his purple sunglasses up on his nose with one finger, maybe needing them to hide behind as he said with some embarrassment, "That was... kinky. I knew I had an ultra horney side, but I never thought that I'd go that far to get some... uh, Ken... You know it was just a... well, a fuck. I'm not gay, or even bi. I hope you aren't going to assume that we are, uhm, a couple?"
Ken ran a hand through his dark hair, raking it back as he smiled tightly. "You have this conversation with a lot of women?"
Yohji relaxed, slightly. "You understand then, right?"
"Right," Ken replied and then shrugged as he said, "I know it's only a one time thing. I've just always wanted to, with you, you know?"
Yohji looked uncomfortable. He was pulling at the waist of his pants, feeling uncomfortable now both physically and mentally. "No, I didn't know," he said nervously.
"Besides," Ken added, shocking Yohji yet again, as he stood up and headed for the stairs, "Aya is the jealous type."
*************************************