Disclaimer:
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to 'Revealing Myself', so if you haven't read that fic yet, I suggest you do so before you start on this one. There may be suggestions or comments in this story that refer to that fic.
I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
- Ken has brown eyes, not blue/green
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for offensive language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
Author's Notes: No, you're not seeing things. Cece has finally gotten her lazy mind out of the gutter and forced herself into writing 'Learning To Accept Him'. I'm hope you enjoy!
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'Thank You's: Ten thousand hugs and kisses (from the bishounen of your choice!) to the following people...
Jin, Lola, Kamara, Ayako, LittleIsa, Teteiyus, tearlesereph, Gemini, Joanna, usagimc, gundamesca, MooMooMilk, Whisper Reilman, aki, chibi koneko, Sardius, Dinara, Coppelia, Moku, sio, Princess Videl, Kia, Lii, fei, schu-chan, marusipial, Thespian Soldier, and gal!
Also, a hundred thousand -more- hugs and kisses (from the bishounen of your choice!) to those who had taken the time to e-mail me. I'm sorry I don't have your names at the moment, since I deleted all your e-mails. But I hope my responses to your messages showed how much I appreciate your comments.
This chapter is for you, everyone!
***
Learn To Accept Him:
Chapter One: Ran Vs. The Mean Ol' Soccer Game
Aya's Point-Of-View:
"Hey, Aya!" I turn my head slightly, to the source of that familiar voice.
"Yes?" I respond.
My Ken -- yes, -my- Ken -- smiles at me, with a soccer ball held under his arm. His hair is strewn about his face and I can see traces of dried mud splattered on his bronzed skin. Evidently, he just returned from coaching his little soccer kids.
"You wanna do somethin' tonight?" he asks me, still grinning with that wonderful mouth of his.
My mouth forms a tiny smile. They are only reserved for him.
"Sure." I tell him, turning back to the flower arrangement I am currently preparing. I decide to start listing the many different things we can do, tonight.
Make out.
Watch a movie.
Make out.
Make fun of bad sitcoms.
Make out.
Read quietly.
Make out.
Cuddle.
Make out.
Have sex.
Too bad that last suggestion isn't an option, at the moment. I'm pathetic, I know. But I have an excuse. Eight months. Eight -friggin'- months since that fateful day in the storage room. Eight -friggin'- months and my boyfriend is still a virgin.
"Hey Aya..." Said virgin's body is suddenly pressed up against my back. I gulp, hoping the dent in my jeans won't be noticed.
"What is it?" I ask gruffly, trying my hardest to concentrate on the flowers before me.
His toned arms wrap around my waist, and I feel my behind pressed against his stomach. Oh God... This feeling...
He must want something.
"What do you want?" I ask, flatly. I can almost see the pout forming on my lover's lips. If it wasn't nearly five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, I would spin myself around and ravage those tempting lips of his. He doesn't understand what he does to me... All of these innocent gestures...
Better not to think about them.
"Aya..." he whines. "There's a soccer game tonight and I really wanna watch it...!" I sigh. Of course it's a soccer game. What else could he be asking for?
I roll my eyes. "If you wanted to watch soccer, then why did you ask me to do something with you, tonight?"
Silence answers my question, and I don't bother turning around. This kind of thing usually means he wants me to do something for him that he has never asked me to do before.
Finally, he responds. "I want you to watch it with me..." he asks, quietly.
I suppress the urge to groan. Soccer. Oh how I have learned to despise that game so much. It has always interrupted me during the worst times. For example...
***
"Ken?"
"Hm?"
"I rented this movie --"
"What the -hell- is that? He kicked the fuckin' ball several miles away from the friggin' goal!"
"But, Ken... I have this mov --"
"The goal is -that- way, ya idiot!"
***
'Bounce!' 'Bounce!'
"What are you doing?" I ask, staring at the unusual scene I have encountered.
Ken continues to bounce his beloved soccer ball, one knee at a time. "Practicin'."
"For what?" I ask in an annoyed voice.
He simply shrugs, seemingly enraptured by the sight of his bouncing ball.
"We're suppose to go to dinner." I remind him.
"Just a few more."
"Done yet?"
"No."
"Done yet?"
"No."
***
I wrap my pale arms around his lean body, as I ground my lips into his. I faintly hear him moan. Slowly, I trail my lips across his soft cheek, leading them to his exposed neck. Once I reach my destination, I start sucking like there is no tomorrow.
"Shit!"
My eyes widen at the exclamation. I feel his body squirming beneath mine, trying to get away.
"Wh-What?" I ask in a panick stricken voice, as I raise my upper body away from him.
Ken scrambles away from the bed. "I forgot about the Brazil Vs. Germany game!"
***
Those were only three of many incidents that caused my Ken to leave me in favour of soccer. -Soccer-. I hate that word.
But, at the moment, my better half is looking at me with those puppy-dog eyes. He knows I can't resist.
"Fine." I tell him, narrowing my eyes at his beautiful form.
He grins like a maniac. How I would love to wipe that smile off his face with my lips. With this in mind, I decide to do so.
Wrapping my arms around his sweaty body -- sweaty... Oh God -- I descend my lips onto his soft ones. I can vaguely hear the soft 'bounce' of the forgotten soccer ball, as the brunette's arms wrap around my neck.
"Aya..." he whispers, through our heated kisses.
My lips travel past his chin and onto his neck. There, I start feasting. My hands seem to lead lives of their own as they gently lift the hem of Ken's shirt up. I can hear him moan out an appreciative sound, when my hands lightly graze over his skin.
"A-Aya..." he whimpers, gently pushing my shoulders back.
I breath in his familiar scent. "What?" I ask, exasperately.
"I-I..." he stutters. You would think that by this time, I would have gotten rid of his stammering problem.
I step back, slightly, to look into his brown eyes. "Yes?" I prompt.
He gestures behind me. I turn around to face a small group of children, staring up at me with curious eyes.
Even I can't fight the blush that spreads across my cheeks.
"I-I guess... They got fed up with waiting for me..." Ken chuckles, good- naturedly, though his blush is in full bloom.
I grunt out a response, and leave the baby-sitter to his young, soccer- loving charges.
Walking past a few rows of flowers, I hear some noises and voices suspiciously familiar to the ones Ken and I were making just a moment ago.
"Y-Yoji-kun..." a soft voice breathes out. I sneak a peak around the corner, to the small hallway that leads to a number of doors.
I am faced with Yoji's back which is, surprisingly, not bared for the whole world to see. Glaring at the two figures happily satisfying their hormones, I shove the older man roughly.
"H-Hey!" he cries out, indignantly.
"Get back to work." I growl. And with that, I spin around and walk back to my place behind the flower arrangement.
...To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes: So... How was that? I hope everyone is happy with how this came out. I also apologize to those who have been looking forward to this for a long time. But, it's here now!
[Ran and Ken are cuddling on the couch]
Ken: Mm... What did Cece want us to do...?
Ran: *sucking on Ken's neck* Mm... I'unno...
Cece: *glares* These two... Can't rely on 'em for -anything- when they're together...
Omi: *sweet smile* Please review/comment! Cece would be very happy if you do so!
Cece: *huggles the cute, l'il blondie*
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to 'Revealing Myself', so if you haven't read that fic yet, I suggest you do so before you start on this one. There may be suggestions or comments in this story that refer to that fic.
I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
- Ken has brown eyes, not blue/green
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for offensive language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
Author's Notes: No, you're not seeing things. Cece has finally gotten her lazy mind out of the gutter and forced herself into writing 'Learning To Accept Him'. I'm hope you enjoy!
***
'Thank You's: Ten thousand hugs and kisses (from the bishounen of your choice!) to the following people...
Jin, Lola, Kamara, Ayako, LittleIsa, Teteiyus, tearlesereph, Gemini, Joanna, usagimc, gundamesca, MooMooMilk, Whisper Reilman, aki, chibi koneko, Sardius, Dinara, Coppelia, Moku, sio, Princess Videl, Kia, Lii, fei, schu-chan, marusipial, Thespian Soldier, and gal!
Also, a hundred thousand -more- hugs and kisses (from the bishounen of your choice!) to those who had taken the time to e-mail me. I'm sorry I don't have your names at the moment, since I deleted all your e-mails. But I hope my responses to your messages showed how much I appreciate your comments.
This chapter is for you, everyone!
***
Learn To Accept Him:
Chapter One: Ran Vs. The Mean Ol' Soccer Game
Aya's Point-Of-View:
"Hey, Aya!" I turn my head slightly, to the source of that familiar voice.
"Yes?" I respond.
My Ken -- yes, -my- Ken -- smiles at me, with a soccer ball held under his arm. His hair is strewn about his face and I can see traces of dried mud splattered on his bronzed skin. Evidently, he just returned from coaching his little soccer kids.
"You wanna do somethin' tonight?" he asks me, still grinning with that wonderful mouth of his.
My mouth forms a tiny smile. They are only reserved for him.
"Sure." I tell him, turning back to the flower arrangement I am currently preparing. I decide to start listing the many different things we can do, tonight.
Make out.
Watch a movie.
Make out.
Make fun of bad sitcoms.
Make out.
Read quietly.
Make out.
Cuddle.
Make out.
Have sex.
Too bad that last suggestion isn't an option, at the moment. I'm pathetic, I know. But I have an excuse. Eight months. Eight -friggin'- months since that fateful day in the storage room. Eight -friggin'- months and my boyfriend is still a virgin.
"Hey Aya..." Said virgin's body is suddenly pressed up against my back. I gulp, hoping the dent in my jeans won't be noticed.
"What is it?" I ask gruffly, trying my hardest to concentrate on the flowers before me.
His toned arms wrap around my waist, and I feel my behind pressed against his stomach. Oh God... This feeling...
He must want something.
"What do you want?" I ask, flatly. I can almost see the pout forming on my lover's lips. If it wasn't nearly five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, I would spin myself around and ravage those tempting lips of his. He doesn't understand what he does to me... All of these innocent gestures...
Better not to think about them.
"Aya..." he whines. "There's a soccer game tonight and I really wanna watch it...!" I sigh. Of course it's a soccer game. What else could he be asking for?
I roll my eyes. "If you wanted to watch soccer, then why did you ask me to do something with you, tonight?"
Silence answers my question, and I don't bother turning around. This kind of thing usually means he wants me to do something for him that he has never asked me to do before.
Finally, he responds. "I want you to watch it with me..." he asks, quietly.
I suppress the urge to groan. Soccer. Oh how I have learned to despise that game so much. It has always interrupted me during the worst times. For example...
***
"Ken?"
"Hm?"
"I rented this movie --"
"What the -hell- is that? He kicked the fuckin' ball several miles away from the friggin' goal!"
"But, Ken... I have this mov --"
"The goal is -that- way, ya idiot!"
***
'Bounce!' 'Bounce!'
"What are you doing?" I ask, staring at the unusual scene I have encountered.
Ken continues to bounce his beloved soccer ball, one knee at a time. "Practicin'."
"For what?" I ask in an annoyed voice.
He simply shrugs, seemingly enraptured by the sight of his bouncing ball.
"We're suppose to go to dinner." I remind him.
"Just a few more."
"Done yet?"
"No."
"Done yet?"
"No."
***
I wrap my pale arms around his lean body, as I ground my lips into his. I faintly hear him moan. Slowly, I trail my lips across his soft cheek, leading them to his exposed neck. Once I reach my destination, I start sucking like there is no tomorrow.
"Shit!"
My eyes widen at the exclamation. I feel his body squirming beneath mine, trying to get away.
"Wh-What?" I ask in a panick stricken voice, as I raise my upper body away from him.
Ken scrambles away from the bed. "I forgot about the Brazil Vs. Germany game!"
***
Those were only three of many incidents that caused my Ken to leave me in favour of soccer. -Soccer-. I hate that word.
But, at the moment, my better half is looking at me with those puppy-dog eyes. He knows I can't resist.
"Fine." I tell him, narrowing my eyes at his beautiful form.
He grins like a maniac. How I would love to wipe that smile off his face with my lips. With this in mind, I decide to do so.
Wrapping my arms around his sweaty body -- sweaty... Oh God -- I descend my lips onto his soft ones. I can vaguely hear the soft 'bounce' of the forgotten soccer ball, as the brunette's arms wrap around my neck.
"Aya..." he whispers, through our heated kisses.
My lips travel past his chin and onto his neck. There, I start feasting. My hands seem to lead lives of their own as they gently lift the hem of Ken's shirt up. I can hear him moan out an appreciative sound, when my hands lightly graze over his skin.
"A-Aya..." he whimpers, gently pushing my shoulders back.
I breath in his familiar scent. "What?" I ask, exasperately.
"I-I..." he stutters. You would think that by this time, I would have gotten rid of his stammering problem.
I step back, slightly, to look into his brown eyes. "Yes?" I prompt.
He gestures behind me. I turn around to face a small group of children, staring up at me with curious eyes.
Even I can't fight the blush that spreads across my cheeks.
"I-I guess... They got fed up with waiting for me..." Ken chuckles, good- naturedly, though his blush is in full bloom.
I grunt out a response, and leave the baby-sitter to his young, soccer- loving charges.
Walking past a few rows of flowers, I hear some noises and voices suspiciously familiar to the ones Ken and I were making just a moment ago.
"Y-Yoji-kun..." a soft voice breathes out. I sneak a peak around the corner, to the small hallway that leads to a number of doors.
I am faced with Yoji's back which is, surprisingly, not bared for the whole world to see. Glaring at the two figures happily satisfying their hormones, I shove the older man roughly.
"H-Hey!" he cries out, indignantly.
"Get back to work." I growl. And with that, I spin around and walk back to my place behind the flower arrangement.
...To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes: So... How was that? I hope everyone is happy with how this came out. I also apologize to those who have been looking forward to this for a long time. But, it's here now!
[Ran and Ken are cuddling on the couch]
Ken: Mm... What did Cece want us to do...?
Ran: *sucking on Ken's neck* Mm... I'unno...
Cece: *glares* These two... Can't rely on 'em for -anything- when they're together...
Omi: *sweet smile* Please review/comment! Cece would be very happy if you do so!
Cece: *huggles the cute, l'il blondie*
