Clavicula Nox
Seven:: Douwasure

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Ken drifted gently from sleep, blinking in hazy confusion. No memories had chased him; no nightmares haunted him in his exhaustion. For the first time in weeks, his sleep was blessedly dreamless.

It was still night, long before dawn, silver moonlight washing the color from the room. Ken realized that sometime after Nagi had brought him to bed, he had changed himself into a button up nightshirt. The faded blue shirt was a gift from a friend, more years ago than he cared to count. It was one of the few things he had left from his life before Weiß.

A gentle creak of wood made him turn quickly, gasping as he caught sight of one of Weiß in the doorway to his room.

Aya was completely nude, his tall form glowing a mystical white in the moonlight. A dangerous aura surrounded him, his body unconsciously trying to re-connect with the natural magic it had once known. The effect had awakened a primal need within the tall boy and he sought the one person he felt could help him.

Ken got up, throwing the blankets from his bed, his heart hammering with alarm. "Aya? Is something wrong?"

There was no answer from the spellbound youth, his violet eyes pinning Ken to the spot. He approached with feral grace, a pale tiger hunting his prey. The first tendrils of fear worked into Ken's mind.

What the hell?

With unnatural swiftness, Aya took the stunned boy in his arms, his strong limbs supporting Ken's surprised form. There was no room for thought as Aya's eager mouth covered Ken's own, his delicate fingers quickly undoing the other boy's nightshirt with ease. The thin fabric was pushed off Ken's shoulders and pooled on the floor.

The dark haired assassin blushed, now as naked as the boy who was plundering Ken's mouth with surprising ability. He flushed deeply as Aya pressed his body hard against his own.

Ken matched Aya's need, head falling back with the trust that Aya would hold him. It never occurred to him that what was happening was strange in any way. It felt right. It felt good.

He felt powerful.

The same power that coursed through him when they had saved Nagi from the survivors of Schwarz. The magic that had been awakened on the mission, when they discovered their past identities.

Sudden insight struck Ken. "Do you remember, Aya?"

Aya growled deeply and picked Ken up easily, wrapping the muscular legs around his waist. Ken returned the growl and attacked Aya's mouth with hard passion. There were no thoughts but those of Aya: Aya possessing him, him taking Aya. Nothing else in the world mattered but this exchange between him and his soul mate.

Aya's cool hands returned to caress his neck and shoulders, his head drawing back to study his lover's tanned form in the pale moonlight. His fingers ran over the stark white of bandaging on Ken's upper arm, and he cried out with inhuman need. Ken gasped as Aya pulled away the blood soaked gauze away from the cut on his arm. Crusted blood caught and was ripped away. Sudden heat flashed through his body as the crimson liquid began to flow from the wound, Aya's violet eyes staring almost hungrily as the life fluid pooled and began to stream down the bronze skin.

The words came into Ken's mind as they always did, strange and yet hauntingly familiar. "Take what is mine, I give it to you freely."

The red head was gentle as he bent to clean the fresh blood with his moist tongue, electricity coursing through his veins at the first taste of Ken's coppery essence.

It was as if a door had been opened in his mind. The painful flashes of memory that had driven him to Ken's bedside became a sudden flood, a thousand lifetimes streaming into the red head's consciousness. He pulled his head up quickly, eyes wide with shock.

Ken could feel their connection rebuilding itself, Aya's thoughts and emotions coming into his own mind with shocking clarity. He nearly wept with the intensity he sensed, months of denial warring with desire.

::To protect Ken...He'll never love me...Nothing will touch him...Mine...Please...don't turn me away...please...Ken...::

The tears did come then and Ken wrapped strong arms around his lover's trembling frame. He willed trust and comfort to the shattered boy, assurances that his feelings were shared...that Ken had been in love with him too.

Aya shuddered as the memories ebbed, a receding tide leaving him shaken about the very things he had trusted in his life. His mask had cracked with the onslaught of a million emotions he had experienced over the centuries...emotions he had hidden from in this lifetime.

He had loved them all...Omi, Youji...even Nagi. But now...in this time...

Ken, his mind whispered, sudden comfort washing away the bewilderment. Aya accepted the memoriesbecause Ken was with him, sharing the terror of a hundred deaths, a thousand heated moments, in an instant.

"Kami, I remember!"

Aya's head lowered until it rested in the crook of Ken's shoulder, violet eyes blinking rapidly against sudden tears. "I remember...them...us"

Ken pressed his cheek to the scarlet hair of his lover, willing their minds to touch and connect.

::Aya...Ai shiteru, Aya...::

The other boy flinched at the voice in his head, unwilling to trust the words. ::You know nothing about me...::

The response was so ingrained that it didn't even occur to Aya that Ken knew every intimate detail of his lifeseeing it through his eyes. The dark haired boy knew better than to argue.

"Aya..."

His true voice received a better reaction than his mental admission. Aya looked up, kiss swollen lips inches from Ken's. The passion that had ebbed in the wake of the memories was returning...the same desire that had called him to Ken earlier in the evening once again raged through his lithe frame.

Half lidded blue gray eyes revealed the same desire. "Ai shiteru, Aya. "

Aya claimed Ken's lips and Ken moaned wantonly into his lover's mouth.

Aya pulled back, violet eyes capturing the slate orbs of the boy before him. Their eyes closed as they resumed the passioned touching, the eagerness to know each other. The night crescendoed in one cry that announced the return to the familiar...

"Oh, Kami, Aya!"

"Ken..." came the whisper, the voice filled with a kind of wonder. "Ai shiteru."

::HEAVILY edited...this used to be hardcore lemon...unadulterated version can be found on my site::