TITLE: Shades of Gray 8 / ?
AUTHOR: Hana-chan gohana_chan@yahoo.ca
CATEGORY: dark, angst, yaoi,
PAIRINGS: (Nagi) x Ken x Nagi Omi+Aya, Ken x Aya-chan. Others later.
RATING: varies - NC-17 for this chapter - het lemon in this chapter.
WARNINGS: Yaoi, het, language, lemon
SPOILERS: The series, Dramatic Precious, Dramatic Image III -Schwarz,
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, or anything connected to them. I make no money from this either.
ARCHIVE: FanFiction.Net http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=81835
NOTES: The fic WILL still make sense if you don't know the Dramatic CDs, but it might be a bit of a spoiler.
FEEDBACK: Please! This is my first WK fic and I'd like to hear what people think so I'll continue writing.
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::telepathy:: //phone or headset// ***vision***
Shades of Gray
Chapter 8
Nagi licked his lips in anticipation as Ken danced for him a few steps away. The other assassin was so hot he made Nagi want to knock him down and sit on his cock right there on the dance floor. he thought with a smirk.
Sliding his hands up his chest, he locked eyes with his lover and began playing with his nipples. He let one hand trace its way up his throat and outline his lips before slipping one finger in and making a show of sucking it.
Ken slid one of his hands under his red shirt lifting it to show the toned skin of his abs while slowly pumping his hips suggestively.
Feeling as if his body was on fire, the telekinetic brought his powers into the game, mimicking the actions of a tongue on Ken's cock. The soccer player shuddered, eyes dark with lust as Nagi continued his sensual, psychic assault. Pulling his glistening finger out of his mouth, he trailed it down his neck and collarbone then reached out and curled it in a 'come hither' movement.
Grabbing the outstretched hand, Ken yanked Nagi into his arms and latched onto his mouth in a savage kiss. Returning the kiss just as passionately, Nagi melted into the strong arms, feeling as if he were drowning in sensation. He moaned, head thrown back as Ken slithered down his body to nuzzle at his crotch before working his way back up to reclaim his mouth. Strong hands massaged Nagi's velvet clad ass and the younger man felt his eyes go glassy with desire.
Nagi was beginning to think that the only way things could get better would be if they were both naked with Ken pounding him up against a wall.
Then Ken went rigid, arms clutching Nagi spastically. "Aya-chan," he said.
Nagi couldn't hear the words, but he could read Ken's lips. "Aya-chan," he repeated eyes scanning the room and latching on the far staircase.
It was like a switch had been thrown. Ken went from sensual and lusty to berserker rage instantly.
Nagi felt himself snarl in rage at the thought of anyone hurting Aya-chan and psychically shoved people out of the way as he charged after his boyfriend. Bolting up the stairs, he held only one thought in his mind - kill the bastards that were hurting her. He wanted to feel them die by his hand.
Ken was throwing brightly clad partiers out of his way as he crossed the room to a closed door. It was locked, but that was no problem for Nagi who ripped it off its hinges with his mind.
On the floor of the room were four half naked men and the limp terrified form of Aya-chan, legs spread with one of them preparing to thrust into her.
Nagi's mind went blank with rage.
He felt his power building and lashed out, sending one of the men flying across the room into the wall. Ken was beating the life out of the one who'd been on the girl, laughing like a maniac as he began strangling him.
Grinning wildly, Nagi threw the third man against another wall while attacking the fourth bare handed, gigging with an insane glee as he felt the man's pulse weaken under his hands.
Terror and rage were thick in the room, as well as the cry of denial. The fury drained out of Nagi almost instantly as his eyes fell on the shivering form of Aya-chan, naked in on the scattered pillows. A jumble of emotions ran through him at the sight: love, fear, guilt, hate, anger, sorrow.
Ken left his target and cradled the girl in his arms as Nagi mentally snatched up her clothing, wondering what the hell had happened. He hoped to god that Aya-chan hadn't actually been raped, that they'd been on time. He didn't know how Ken had known, but he couldn't think about that now. People were screaming in the other room - the bouncers, and possibly the police would be here soon.
Bringing the clothing over, he shielded the two as Ken redressed the girl who was still unable to move properly. He assumed she'd been drugged.
Just as he'd been that time.
Shuddering at the thought he scanned the room professionally. All four men were sprawled on the floor - the three he'd dealt with seemed unconscious, but he couldn't tell with the one Ken had gone after. Somehow he doubted it.
Ken had Aya-chan in his arms and Nagi ripped one of the decorative curtains down to wrap her in and shield her from notice. Using his powers, he kept the crowd away from them as they escaped the room and then the club. They hurried down the street to where Ken had parked Youji's car. The younger man fished the key out of Ken's pocket telekinetically and opened the doors so that the Weiss assassin could cradle his adopted sister in his lap while Nagi drove.
They reached the shop with no problems and Nagi parked the car and helped Ken climb out. They silently went around back where the kinetic climbed the tree and followed the limb to where it branched off at the girl's window where he unlocked and opened it mentally. Climbing inside, he leaned out again and, frowning in concentration, he gently lifted Aya-chan's unconscious form from Ken's arms and levitated her to the window where he guided her in and gently lay her on her bed. Ken was inside a moment later, coming by way of the tree and together they arranged her under her covers so that she could sleep off the drugs.
Going back to the window, Nagi prepared to leave, knowing that he probably shouldn't be there, but Ken stopped him before he could climb out the window.
"Don't go," he whispered, vulnerable look in his eyes.
Nagi didn't even hesitate - he leaned against the windowsill and tentatively opened his arms. It was the right thing to do as he found himself with an armful of quietly sobbing Ken. So he stayed there, slowly rocking back and forth as his boyfriend vent his pent up emotions. He felt tears run down his own face as he remembered the time nearly two years ago when he'd been in a similar situation only to be rescued by Schuldich. He'd been a complete wreck until Schuldich shown him what sex ~should~ be like; in case he wasn't there the next time. It had helped him, and he hoped desperately that someone could help the girl he'd come to like so much.
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Blinking in confusion, Aya-chan slowly opened her eyes. Her face felt tight, as if she'd been crying, and she tried to scrub the feeling away only to find that her hand moved very sluggishly.
Worried now, she tried to figure out what was going on. She remembered the party, spending a lot of time at the snack table, feeling dizzy. . . Gasping in horror, she curled up on her side, tears leaking from her eyes. One of the boys with Hiro had mentioned drugging the salsa. She'd been so careful with her drink that she hadn't thought to guard against the ~food~. She remembered them stripping her clothes off, groping her, feeling her, Hiro positioning himself above her, then. . .
A soft sound nearby made her cry out and press herself against the wall in terror.
"Aya-chan?" came a familiar voice. "Aya-chan, it's me, Ken." A soft sense of reassurance touched her as she opened her eyes and looked toward the voice.
She was in her room, Ken and Nagi at the window. Ken's hand was stretched out towards her, though he didn't come closer.
"You're safe now," he said softly. "They're gone, no one will hurt you." A feeling of calm, safety and love flowed through her, and she collapsed, fighting more tears as best she could.
A moment later, she felt the bed shift and strong arms gather her up. "It's okay, love," came the whisper into her hair as she was rocked slowly. The feeling of being wrapped in love and comfort was stronger now and she let herself give in to it. The tears started to flow harder, and her body shuddered as she sobbed out her helplessness and terror.
"I'm here for you," came the soft reassurance. "I'll always be here for you."
The gentle rubbing motion on her back helped to calm her, as did the rocking and soft words. With a hiccup and a sniffle, she lifted her head and opened her eyes from where she'd been hiding in Ken's shirt. A tissue hovered before her and she plucked it out of the air to blow her nose. A part of her mind wondered at how easily she'd adjusted to the thought of floating tissues but the rest just relaxed into the warm, caring embrace she found herself in.
"Feeling a little better?" asked the soft voice in her hair. Sniffling again, she rubbed at her eyes and looked at Ken, nodding very slightly.
"You. . ." she took a deep breath. "You stopped them?" she asked.
Ken nodded. "I. . . Nagi and I were dancing and I just knew something was wrong. We ran upstairs and bashed down the door and saw. . ." he shuddered, gripping her tightly for a moment before relaxing. "I don't remember much beyond seeing that guy. . ." He shook his head and she could feel the angry tension in him. He practically vibrated with conflicting emotions.
A couple of moments passed. "Did they. . .?" came the hesitant question.
She trembled and shook her head. "It's fuzzy, but no. I remember the one guy laughing about drugging the salsa, then Hiro was going to. . . to. . . then he was knocked away." She struggled with the memory. "You were going to kill them, weren't you?" she asked caught between feeling secure and revolted by the knowledge. That someone would go that far to protect her was amazing, but that she was going to be the reason for those deaths. . . The sense of security won out and she curled up in Ken's arms. He was Ken, he was safe; she could feel it.
She let the comfort sink into her a little bit longer before she really noticed Nagi sitting on the window ledge, half in and half out of the window.
"Thank you," she said, projecting her voice just loud enough that the telekinetic should be able to hear her.
"There's no need for thanks," was the barely heard reply.
Aya-chan almost smiled at that. She didn't really know the young man on the window ledge, but she'd almost expected him to say something like that. It was something that she would say, or Ken.
"Thank you anyway. Sorry about ruining your night."
She felt Ken's arms spasm around her and knew he was hurt by what she'd said.
"You didn't ruin anything," he reprimanded gently. "~You~ didn't do anything wrong."
She nodded against his chest, not wanting to argue when, intellectually, she knew he was right. Emotionally though, she didn't know what to think. Everything was a confused and painful knot of fear and anger.
Not wanting to inflict her tangled feelings on her friend, knowing how sensitive he was to people's feelings, especially hers, she pulled away a bit from his embrace.
Ken resisted for a moment before looking at her with a questioning expression.
"I. . . I think I need to sleep off the drugs," she said, making an effort to keep her voice steady. No matter what Ken said, she knew all of this had ruined their plans. She knew that he would stay with her all night if she asked, but she wasn't going to do that to him. He and Nagi had wanted some time together, and she didn't want her. . . carelessness to interfere anymore.
"Are you sure?" asked Ken, sounding very uncertain, almost as if he knew that she wasn't. He probably did know - she didn't imagine that she was hiding much right now.
She nodded reluctantly, and after a moment of hesitation, he eased her onto the bed and stepped away. He was clearly upset with her decision, but she guessed that he didn't want to push her.
Aya-chan watched as Ken backed slowly towards the window where Nagi was perched looking like he was fighting with himself. He wasn't the only one having an internal battle however.
As soon as he moved to leave, Aya-chan felt what little confidence she had start to seep away. She had to fight this. If she fell apart after something like this, how could she hope to protect her family? How could she honestly call herself Weiss? Biting down on the insides of her cheeks she watched as Ken hovered between returning to her and leaving. She hoped he left because if he stayed, she knew she'd go completely to pieces.
Nagi leaned towards his boyfriend and whispered something too soft for Aya-chan to catch, and Ken nodded slowly. "If you need me, just call, okay?" he said before climbing out the window. Nagi had backed away, most likely back to the trunk, and Ken made his way onto the branch and out of sight.
Alone, still feeling drugged and sluggish she tried to force away her growing panic. She had to be strong. Her mind, though, refused to settle. She kept going over events of the night. The persistent flirting of Hiro and his friends, the weighted down and dizzy feeling when the drugs hit her. The feeling of groping hands peeling away her clothing. Knowing that she was alone - that there was no one to rescue her.
Trembling violently, she curled into a fetal position, arms wrapped protectively around her body, clutching at herself in a desperate attempt to quell her fear. She tried to remind herself that she was safe at home. Ken was next door, her brother, Omi, and Youji were upstairs. Nagi was probably still in the tree. Nothing could happen to her here; she was safe. She didn't need to be rescued because she already had been.
The memories, however, kept resurfacing. She couldn't move properly - not then and not now. She couldn't fight back because her mind was numb like her body. She was alone. There was no one there to help. She was all alone again.
The trembling grew worse, and she bit her fist trying not to cry out. She couldn't do it. She couldn't be alone. Maybe next time no one would be there; no one would make it stop. Crying now she looked up, wild eyed at the sound of someone on her window sill. She couldn't move fast enough. It was going to happen again.
"Aya, Aya, it's me," came a soothing voice. "Let me help you," it said. "You don't have to be alone. Let me help you take away the fear."
Blinking rapidly, Aya-chan finally realized that Ken had returned to her room. Her thoughts and emotions swirled chaotically within her before latching on to one thing.
Ken could make the fear go away.
He had stopped the terror earlier. He had stopped ~them~. He had made her feel loved.
She wouldn't have to be alone.
Relaxing a bit, she let him approach again and wrap her in his strong arms. Ken could help chase the fear away.
Looking up from Ken's comforting embrace, she spied Nagi in the window.
"How?" she called out softly, voice shaking slightly. "How did you deal with this? Feeling scared and helpless? Feeling alone?"
He turned slightly, and she could see the moonlight glistening off his still wet cheeks. "People who care," he replied in the same tone. "Schuldich showing me what it was ~supposed~ to be like helped a lot too. Having someone reassure that it ~wasn't~ your fault." He looked away for a moment then looked back. "It doesn't go away completely, but it stops being as bad."
She nodded slightly relaxing even further. It was more comforting, somehow, knowing that he said it never stopped hurting. It wasn't a feeling that she thought would leave her, and if he'd said otherwise, he'd be lying, and she'd know it. She wondered if she could let someone do for her what Schuldich did for Nagi. Curling deeper into Ken's arms, she thought that maybe Ken would be safe.
"It really helps?" she asked the telekinetic.
"It helped me," he replied carefully. "I think it could help you too."
She nodded against Ken's chest and turned to look at the man she thought about as her best friend, practically a twin. She thought that maybe she could go all the way with him - he loved her and they'd played at kissing and sex before, though it was mostly for show. He was also projecting an aura of protective love that warmed her to the core. She didn't know Nagi well enough, and she couldn't really picture him with anyone but Ken now, and as comforting it was knowing that he'd survived what she was feeling, the idea of the three of them was a bit too much for her to take.
Her brother wasn't even worth considering. Though she played at being twins with Ken, she knew that he wasn't really her brother, just an attractive best friend. Besides, even if she was so inclined, she couldn't picture telling her Oniichan the reasons behind the action. He'd probably blame himself and that would only make matters worse.
Youji was a possibility, she thought, but she didn't know if it would be a good idea. Despite his reputation as a playboy, she'd never seen him take a girl, or a guy for that matter, home, and he never seemed to spend the night out. He was also the one in the group who was most like her true brother in his treatment of her, and the idea of sleeping with him was too much like the idea of sleeping with her Oniichan.
Omi, well Omi was Omi, and he was in love with her brother. He would probably be willing to help her, but somehow she didn't think he had much experience with sex at all, and it would only lead to fumbling. She didn't think that was what she needed. Besides, he felt more like a brother in a brotherly way than she was comfortable with. Unlike Ken.
Looking back at Ken, she thought it over. He ~was~ the person she was most comfortable with, her best friend whom she shared everything with. He loved her and she knew it. He was with Nagi, and she thought that he liked the telekinetic a lot, but she knew that Nagi would understand if she asked. He was also experienced - very experienced. And he already knew ~why~ she was asking.
Closing her eyes she thought about her options. She'd pictured her first time to be romantic with her love, but with her secret role in Weiss and her chances of being captured and killed, or worse, maybe it would be a good idea to follow Nagi's suggestion. She thought that if she'd actually been raped that she might not even feel comfortable with Ken, let alone anyone else - maybe if she made love now, the possibility of future rape might not be quite as bad.
Taking a deep breath, she looked again at her best friend. "Ken," she whispered. "Could you show me what it's supposed to be like? Could you make love to me so that I don't have to be afraid anymore?"
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Ken held Aya-chan, rocking her gently as she thought about Nagi's words.
He hadn't expected Nagi to have experienced what Aya-chan had gone through, if only because he was so competent with his powers, but then the girl was an accomplished fighter as well - it took drugs to beat her, and probably him as well. That Nagi had used sex as a therapy for near-rape was definitely a surprise, especially the hint that ~Mastermind~ had been the one who cared enough to be there for him. The telepath had always appeared to be cruel and manipulative and no one you'd go to for help, but he supposed that if looks could be deceiving in Ken he supposed they could be in Schuldich as well.
he thought. It still seemed strange to Ken though.
Distracted by his thoughts, it took him a moment to register Aya-chan's quiet question. Blinking in surprise he looked into her eyes, trying to determine if she really meant what she was asking. She seemed sincere, almost desperate, but still uncertain.
"Are you sure?" he asked, though he suspected that he already knew her answer. If making love had helped Nagi, it would probably help her, and he couldn't see her asking anyone else to do this.
He felt her nod against his chest and he glanced at he boyfriend. The telekinetic nodded slightly and climbed out the window onto the branch. "I'll be at the tree," he said softly before moving away.
"Are you really sure?" he asked her. "I know you always wanted to save your first time for someone you loved,"
Her smile was small, and a little shaky, but a smile nonetheless. "I may not be ~in love~ with you, Ken, but I do love you. I just didn't want my first time to be meaningless."
Ken stroked her cheek gently and nodded. "If you change your mind, tell me and I'll stop," he said softly.
She smiled quickly then bit her lip, leaning into his hand. Sliding his fingertips along her jaw, he tilted her head slightly and kissed her.
The kiss was different from anything they'd shared before. Instead of the flirtatious passion, it was soft and gentle as he tried to put all of the love he had for her into it. After a brief moment she responded just as delicately.
Breaking off the kiss, Ken let his lips trail along her jaw to her ear where he nibbled the lobe before proceeding down the column of her neck. Aya-chan's soft gasp urged him on, increasing his determination to make this the most memorable experience she could have.
Still cradling her in his lap, Ken supported her with one arm, tracing light patterns on the skin of her shoulder, while he gently caressed her breasts through the thin fabric of her tank top. She tensed slightly at the touch and he murmured soothingly to her as he moved to kiss her deeply. Once she relaxed again he began massaging her breast gently, feeling the nipple harden under his palm. The girl moaned lightly into the kiss and Ken moved away, nuzzling her face and neck, placing light kisses over her skin.
Sliding his hand over her stomach, Ken felt the edge of the blue top and slid his fingers underneath the hem, gently stroking the skin it revealed. Aya-chan tensed again, and he kissed her, trying to sooth the fear away while not allowing himself to get angry at the boys who'd made her so afraid. His anger wouldn't help make her more comfortable.
She calmed again under his gentle, non-threatening touch and Ken allowed his hand to explore a little bit more, tickling its way toward her breasts once again. Her skin was flushed with warmth and Ken hoped he could keep this pace up. He'd never been with a virgin before, especially one who meant as much to him as Aya-chan did, and he didn't want this to be anything other than special.
Cupping her breast, he played with the nipple drawing little gasps of pleasure from the girl in his arms. Turning slightly, he lowered them both to the bed so that he lay on his side looking down on her, hand still caressing her under her shirt. Placing feather light kisses across her neck and shoulders, he inched her tank top up her torso before lifting her enough to pull it over her head.
He noticed her trembling and whispered soft reassurances into her ear as he stroked her skin. Moving slowly, he kissed his way down to her left breast before taking the pert nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it expertly while lightly pinching the other one. She moaned again and Ken knew that she was enjoying herself, and, despite her nervousness, she wasn't really afraid of him.
Switching his attention to the other breast he repeated the action, except that this time he blew on the damp skin causing her to gasp at the sensation. Grinning at her reaction he looked into her half lidded eyes and winked before kissing and licking his way down her stomach to her navel. Circling the small indentation he poked his tongue in causing her to squirm and giggle at him, pushing his head away.
"It tickles," she protested.
Ken smirked before tickling her belly again with his tongue. Sliding his way back up her body he kissed her again, tongue exploring her mouth as if it were the first time. With his right hand he traced his way down her body, echoing the trip he'd done moments before with his tongue. This time he allowed his fingers to stray into the waistband of her jeans.
The movement was slight, but he could feel her pull away from him, so, instead of continuing, he moved back upwards and unbuttoned his own shirt so that he could feel her skin against his. Taking one of her hands, he placed it on his chest.
"Do whatever feels good to you," he whispered huskily. "If it bothers me I'll tell you to stop."
She blinked and nodded, shy smile teasing the corners of her mouth. Leaning down for another kiss, he raised himself on one arm so that he was above her. Long nails scraped lightly across his skin and he shivered in anticipation. His satin jeans were very confining, but he didn't want to scare her by taking them off yet. He knew that he was going to have to go very slowly to avoid hurting her more than he helped. He wished that he was psychic so that he could convey what he thought and felt in a way she'd be sure to understand. Instead, he would just have to settle for showing her with his actions.
Aya-chan's hands slid around to his back, tracing his spine before moving to push his shirt off his shoulders. Pausing for a moment, he shrugged the shirt off before settling back down.
"You okay so far?" he asked her quietly.
She nodded hesitantly, then smiled a bit more strongly.
Looking at her he reached down and undid the ties on her braids and loosened them before fanning her hair out. Smiling slightly he shrugged. "I like it better down."
Running his hand up the side of her face and into her hair he lowered himself to kiss her again. He traced her lips and was pleasantly surprised when she opened her mouth and returned his kiss with more enthusiasm.
Lowering himself more fully on top of her, he lay lightly against her body, skin to skin, his satin clad erection pressing into her thigh. She gasped into the kiss, nails digging into his back before she flattened her hands and slowly trailed her leg up to hook it over his hip.
Ken rocked his hips and smiled against her lips as she moaned in response. Her fingertips traced the muscles in his arm until she reached his hand which was kneading her breast. Grasping it she picked it up and placed it against the front of her jeans.
Moving cautiously in case she changed her mind, Ken expertly undid the button and fly of the jeans. Her panties were small, blue and silky, and they both moaned as he caressed them. Slipping his fingers downwards, he caressed her through the silk fabric teasing her until he found her clit.
Aya-chan gasped and tilted her hips into his hand. Grinning into the skin of her neck, Ken teased her, liking the way her breath hitched at a particularly strong sensation. That sound, the catch in her breathing, was really getting to him. He longed to strip out of the remainder of his clothing, to strip her out of hers, but he waited for her cue.
It didn't take long.
Hands traced their way down his back, tightening on his skin before relaxing again. They moved to squeeze his satin-clad ass then rose again and inserted themselves under the waistband. Moaning, Ken rubbed his hardened cock against Aya-chan's thigh, waiting for her reaction; hoping it was postitive.
It was. The girl clutched at him and pressed upwards into his hand, rubbing deliberately against his groin causing both of them to moan. Sliding his hand upwards, he slipped it underneath the panties letting his fingers stroke her wet heat without a barrier. She gasped and Ken felt hands pressing against his pants, trying to push them out of the way.
Rolling to his side, Ken pulled his hand free and undid his pants. He wiggled carefully out of them, enjoying the harsh contrast of Aya-chan's blue jeans against his sensitive skin. Placing his hand back where it had been before, he waited for her to get comfortable with his nakedness before proceeding.
A hand stroked and kneaded the firm flesh of his ass and Ken's eyes fluttered in pleasure as he felt the tips of her nails dig lightly into him. Feeling her head move he found himself looking at her tousled hair as she leaned against his chest, looking down his body at his throbbing cock which rested against her thigh.
"You can touch it if you want," he whispered, voice sounding rough and deep.
The girl didn't answer, but she did allow one hand to trail over his hip, a single finger trailing along his length. Ken shuddered at the sensual innocence in that touch. Moaning, he nuzzled the dark hair, trying to resist the urge to thrust against her. More fingers joined the first, and Ken found an almost continuous moan vibrating past his lips. Her hands were teasing him to distraction, making him want to shoot right then and there. He nearly lost it when the hand closed firmly but gently around his hardened flesh.
Aya-chan tilted her head back again and Ken captured her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Her hand clenched spastically, but not hard enough to hurt. In fact, it just inflamed him more. He bucked his hips into her hand, panting against her skin as he licked and nibbled along her jaw.
Suddenly Ken felt his shaft released as Aya-chan shifted away from him. Opening his eyes in hazy concern he looked at her. He didn't think that she was scared, but he was having trouble trying to make his mind function properly. Ken's hand was suddenly freed from where it had been caressing Aya-chan's clit and he realized that she was actually trying to wiggle out of her jeans. Not wanting to startle her, he let her do the work herself, and soon she was settling back against him, skin to skin.
It felt fantastic.
Catching her lips in a deep kiss, he thrilled at the feeling of her tongue tangling with his. It was exhilarating to feel her respond to passionately, and when they broke the kiss, both were breathing rapidly.
Rolling slightly above her, Ken began kissing and licking his way down her body. He paused to tease her nipples, suckling at them before pulling back and blowing lightly over them making her shiver and clutch at his hair. Venturing further downwards, he tickled her stomach with kisses, thrusting his tongue into her navel, mimicking the actions he hoped to be taking later.
Feeling curly hair brush against his chin, Ken looked up and caught the lust-glazed expression of his new lover. With a sudden grin, the young man dipped lower and gave her hot, wet flesh a sweep with his tongue. The gasp he got in response was well worth the wait. Loving any kind of oral play, Ken threw himself into eating Aya-chan out and making her thrash in mindless pleasure.
Manipulating her clit with his thumb, he thrust his tongue into her, enjoying the thrill of her pleasure so much that her words took a moment to penetrate his mind.
"Please, Ken," she moaned.
Pausing, he looked up and caught her eyes. "Please?" he asked huskily.
"I need you," she whispered. "Please."
Ken felt strong legs wrap around his shoulders and he eased himself upwards.
"Are you sure?"
Aya-chan nodded wildly. "Now,"
Ken shuddered and slid his body up along hers until he rested over her. Feeling his erection brush against her wet entrance he looked deeply into her eyes before sliding part way in. He used one hand to strok her clit, bringing her back up to the brink of orgasm. While she was trembling in the pleasure, he thrust the rest of the way in, stroking her rapidly to distract her from the pain as he took her virginity.
He heard her pained gasp and felt her nails dig into his shoulders for a moment, holding himself frozen within her, until he felt her begin to relax again. He was having trouble concentrating as her inner walls contracted on his cock. Knowing he was about to lose it, he lowered his mouth to her breast while he fingers focussed lower. It only took a few moments before he felt her body tense. Sealing his lips over hers he caught her scream of pleasure as she orgasmed. The intensity of emotions and the tightness as her tunnel clenched his shaft, sent him over the edge into oblivion as well.
TBC.
A/N
This is my first completed lemon and definitely my first het one. I have no real idea how well it turned out. For all those dedicated yaoi lovers, most of the lemons in this series will be yaoi, but some, when necessary for the storyline (like this one) will be het. I hope I didn't freak anyone out or scare you off. ^_^
AUTHOR: Hana-chan gohana_chan@yahoo.ca
CATEGORY: dark, angst, yaoi,
PAIRINGS: (Nagi) x Ken x Nagi Omi+Aya, Ken x Aya-chan. Others later.
RATING: varies - NC-17 for this chapter - het lemon in this chapter.
WARNINGS: Yaoi, het, language, lemon
SPOILERS: The series, Dramatic Precious, Dramatic Image III -Schwarz,
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, or anything connected to them. I make no money from this either.
ARCHIVE: FanFiction.Net http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=81835
NOTES: The fic WILL still make sense if you don't know the Dramatic CDs, but it might be a bit of a spoiler.
FEEDBACK: Please! This is my first WK fic and I'd like to hear what people think so I'll continue writing.
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::telepathy:: //phone or headset// ***vision***
Shades of Gray
Chapter 8
Nagi licked his lips in anticipation as Ken danced for him a few steps away. The other assassin was so hot he made Nagi want to knock him down and sit on his cock right there on the dance floor. he thought with a smirk.
Sliding his hands up his chest, he locked eyes with his lover and began playing with his nipples. He let one hand trace its way up his throat and outline his lips before slipping one finger in and making a show of sucking it.
Ken slid one of his hands under his red shirt lifting it to show the toned skin of his abs while slowly pumping his hips suggestively.
Feeling as if his body was on fire, the telekinetic brought his powers into the game, mimicking the actions of a tongue on Ken's cock. The soccer player shuddered, eyes dark with lust as Nagi continued his sensual, psychic assault. Pulling his glistening finger out of his mouth, he trailed it down his neck and collarbone then reached out and curled it in a 'come hither' movement.
Grabbing the outstretched hand, Ken yanked Nagi into his arms and latched onto his mouth in a savage kiss. Returning the kiss just as passionately, Nagi melted into the strong arms, feeling as if he were drowning in sensation. He moaned, head thrown back as Ken slithered down his body to nuzzle at his crotch before working his way back up to reclaim his mouth. Strong hands massaged Nagi's velvet clad ass and the younger man felt his eyes go glassy with desire.
Nagi was beginning to think that the only way things could get better would be if they were both naked with Ken pounding him up against a wall.
Then Ken went rigid, arms clutching Nagi spastically. "Aya-chan," he said.
Nagi couldn't hear the words, but he could read Ken's lips. "Aya-chan," he repeated eyes scanning the room and latching on the far staircase.
It was like a switch had been thrown. Ken went from sensual and lusty to berserker rage instantly.
Nagi felt himself snarl in rage at the thought of anyone hurting Aya-chan and psychically shoved people out of the way as he charged after his boyfriend. Bolting up the stairs, he held only one thought in his mind - kill the bastards that were hurting her. He wanted to feel them die by his hand.
Ken was throwing brightly clad partiers out of his way as he crossed the room to a closed door. It was locked, but that was no problem for Nagi who ripped it off its hinges with his mind.
On the floor of the room were four half naked men and the limp terrified form of Aya-chan, legs spread with one of them preparing to thrust into her.
Nagi's mind went blank with rage.
He felt his power building and lashed out, sending one of the men flying across the room into the wall. Ken was beating the life out of the one who'd been on the girl, laughing like a maniac as he began strangling him.
Grinning wildly, Nagi threw the third man against another wall while attacking the fourth bare handed, gigging with an insane glee as he felt the man's pulse weaken under his hands.
Terror and rage were thick in the room, as well as the cry of denial. The fury drained out of Nagi almost instantly as his eyes fell on the shivering form of Aya-chan, naked in on the scattered pillows. A jumble of emotions ran through him at the sight: love, fear, guilt, hate, anger, sorrow.
Ken left his target and cradled the girl in his arms as Nagi mentally snatched up her clothing, wondering what the hell had happened. He hoped to god that Aya-chan hadn't actually been raped, that they'd been on time. He didn't know how Ken had known, but he couldn't think about that now. People were screaming in the other room - the bouncers, and possibly the police would be here soon.
Bringing the clothing over, he shielded the two as Ken redressed the girl who was still unable to move properly. He assumed she'd been drugged.
Just as he'd been that time.
Shuddering at the thought he scanned the room professionally. All four men were sprawled on the floor - the three he'd dealt with seemed unconscious, but he couldn't tell with the one Ken had gone after. Somehow he doubted it.
Ken had Aya-chan in his arms and Nagi ripped one of the decorative curtains down to wrap her in and shield her from notice. Using his powers, he kept the crowd away from them as they escaped the room and then the club. They hurried down the street to where Ken had parked Youji's car. The younger man fished the key out of Ken's pocket telekinetically and opened the doors so that the Weiss assassin could cradle his adopted sister in his lap while Nagi drove.
They reached the shop with no problems and Nagi parked the car and helped Ken climb out. They silently went around back where the kinetic climbed the tree and followed the limb to where it branched off at the girl's window where he unlocked and opened it mentally. Climbing inside, he leaned out again and, frowning in concentration, he gently lifted Aya-chan's unconscious form from Ken's arms and levitated her to the window where he guided her in and gently lay her on her bed. Ken was inside a moment later, coming by way of the tree and together they arranged her under her covers so that she could sleep off the drugs.
Going back to the window, Nagi prepared to leave, knowing that he probably shouldn't be there, but Ken stopped him before he could climb out the window.
"Don't go," he whispered, vulnerable look in his eyes.
Nagi didn't even hesitate - he leaned against the windowsill and tentatively opened his arms. It was the right thing to do as he found himself with an armful of quietly sobbing Ken. So he stayed there, slowly rocking back and forth as his boyfriend vent his pent up emotions. He felt tears run down his own face as he remembered the time nearly two years ago when he'd been in a similar situation only to be rescued by Schuldich. He'd been a complete wreck until Schuldich shown him what sex ~should~ be like; in case he wasn't there the next time. It had helped him, and he hoped desperately that someone could help the girl he'd come to like so much.
~*~*~*~*~
Blinking in confusion, Aya-chan slowly opened her eyes. Her face felt tight, as if she'd been crying, and she tried to scrub the feeling away only to find that her hand moved very sluggishly.
Worried now, she tried to figure out what was going on. She remembered the party, spending a lot of time at the snack table, feeling dizzy. . . Gasping in horror, she curled up on her side, tears leaking from her eyes. One of the boys with Hiro had mentioned drugging the salsa. She'd been so careful with her drink that she hadn't thought to guard against the ~food~. She remembered them stripping her clothes off, groping her, feeling her, Hiro positioning himself above her, then. . .
A soft sound nearby made her cry out and press herself against the wall in terror.
"Aya-chan?" came a familiar voice. "Aya-chan, it's me, Ken." A soft sense of reassurance touched her as she opened her eyes and looked toward the voice.
She was in her room, Ken and Nagi at the window. Ken's hand was stretched out towards her, though he didn't come closer.
"You're safe now," he said softly. "They're gone, no one will hurt you." A feeling of calm, safety and love flowed through her, and she collapsed, fighting more tears as best she could.
A moment later, she felt the bed shift and strong arms gather her up. "It's okay, love," came the whisper into her hair as she was rocked slowly. The feeling of being wrapped in love and comfort was stronger now and she let herself give in to it. The tears started to flow harder, and her body shuddered as she sobbed out her helplessness and terror.
"I'm here for you," came the soft reassurance. "I'll always be here for you."
The gentle rubbing motion on her back helped to calm her, as did the rocking and soft words. With a hiccup and a sniffle, she lifted her head and opened her eyes from where she'd been hiding in Ken's shirt. A tissue hovered before her and she plucked it out of the air to blow her nose. A part of her mind wondered at how easily she'd adjusted to the thought of floating tissues but the rest just relaxed into the warm, caring embrace she found herself in.
"Feeling a little better?" asked the soft voice in her hair. Sniffling again, she rubbed at her eyes and looked at Ken, nodding very slightly.
"You. . ." she took a deep breath. "You stopped them?" she asked.
Ken nodded. "I. . . Nagi and I were dancing and I just knew something was wrong. We ran upstairs and bashed down the door and saw. . ." he shuddered, gripping her tightly for a moment before relaxing. "I don't remember much beyond seeing that guy. . ." He shook his head and she could feel the angry tension in him. He practically vibrated with conflicting emotions.
A couple of moments passed. "Did they. . .?" came the hesitant question.
She trembled and shook her head. "It's fuzzy, but no. I remember the one guy laughing about drugging the salsa, then Hiro was going to. . . to. . . then he was knocked away." She struggled with the memory. "You were going to kill them, weren't you?" she asked caught between feeling secure and revolted by the knowledge. That someone would go that far to protect her was amazing, but that she was going to be the reason for those deaths. . . The sense of security won out and she curled up in Ken's arms. He was Ken, he was safe; she could feel it.
She let the comfort sink into her a little bit longer before she really noticed Nagi sitting on the window ledge, half in and half out of the window.
"Thank you," she said, projecting her voice just loud enough that the telekinetic should be able to hear her.
"There's no need for thanks," was the barely heard reply.
Aya-chan almost smiled at that. She didn't really know the young man on the window ledge, but she'd almost expected him to say something like that. It was something that she would say, or Ken.
"Thank you anyway. Sorry about ruining your night."
She felt Ken's arms spasm around her and knew he was hurt by what she'd said.
"You didn't ruin anything," he reprimanded gently. "~You~ didn't do anything wrong."
She nodded against his chest, not wanting to argue when, intellectually, she knew he was right. Emotionally though, she didn't know what to think. Everything was a confused and painful knot of fear and anger.
Not wanting to inflict her tangled feelings on her friend, knowing how sensitive he was to people's feelings, especially hers, she pulled away a bit from his embrace.
Ken resisted for a moment before looking at her with a questioning expression.
"I. . . I think I need to sleep off the drugs," she said, making an effort to keep her voice steady. No matter what Ken said, she knew all of this had ruined their plans. She knew that he would stay with her all night if she asked, but she wasn't going to do that to him. He and Nagi had wanted some time together, and she didn't want her. . . carelessness to interfere anymore.
"Are you sure?" asked Ken, sounding very uncertain, almost as if he knew that she wasn't. He probably did know - she didn't imagine that she was hiding much right now.
She nodded reluctantly, and after a moment of hesitation, he eased her onto the bed and stepped away. He was clearly upset with her decision, but she guessed that he didn't want to push her.
Aya-chan watched as Ken backed slowly towards the window where Nagi was perched looking like he was fighting with himself. He wasn't the only one having an internal battle however.
As soon as he moved to leave, Aya-chan felt what little confidence she had start to seep away. She had to fight this. If she fell apart after something like this, how could she hope to protect her family? How could she honestly call herself Weiss? Biting down on the insides of her cheeks she watched as Ken hovered between returning to her and leaving. She hoped he left because if he stayed, she knew she'd go completely to pieces.
Nagi leaned towards his boyfriend and whispered something too soft for Aya-chan to catch, and Ken nodded slowly. "If you need me, just call, okay?" he said before climbing out the window. Nagi had backed away, most likely back to the trunk, and Ken made his way onto the branch and out of sight.
Alone, still feeling drugged and sluggish she tried to force away her growing panic. She had to be strong. Her mind, though, refused to settle. She kept going over events of the night. The persistent flirting of Hiro and his friends, the weighted down and dizzy feeling when the drugs hit her. The feeling of groping hands peeling away her clothing. Knowing that she was alone - that there was no one to rescue her.
Trembling violently, she curled into a fetal position, arms wrapped protectively around her body, clutching at herself in a desperate attempt to quell her fear. She tried to remind herself that she was safe at home. Ken was next door, her brother, Omi, and Youji were upstairs. Nagi was probably still in the tree. Nothing could happen to her here; she was safe. She didn't need to be rescued because she already had been.
The memories, however, kept resurfacing. She couldn't move properly - not then and not now. She couldn't fight back because her mind was numb like her body. She was alone. There was no one there to help. She was all alone again.
The trembling grew worse, and she bit her fist trying not to cry out. She couldn't do it. She couldn't be alone. Maybe next time no one would be there; no one would make it stop. Crying now she looked up, wild eyed at the sound of someone on her window sill. She couldn't move fast enough. It was going to happen again.
"Aya, Aya, it's me," came a soothing voice. "Let me help you," it said. "You don't have to be alone. Let me help you take away the fear."
Blinking rapidly, Aya-chan finally realized that Ken had returned to her room. Her thoughts and emotions swirled chaotically within her before latching on to one thing.
Ken could make the fear go away.
He had stopped the terror earlier. He had stopped ~them~. He had made her feel loved.
She wouldn't have to be alone.
Relaxing a bit, she let him approach again and wrap her in his strong arms. Ken could help chase the fear away.
Looking up from Ken's comforting embrace, she spied Nagi in the window.
"How?" she called out softly, voice shaking slightly. "How did you deal with this? Feeling scared and helpless? Feeling alone?"
He turned slightly, and she could see the moonlight glistening off his still wet cheeks. "People who care," he replied in the same tone. "Schuldich showing me what it was ~supposed~ to be like helped a lot too. Having someone reassure that it ~wasn't~ your fault." He looked away for a moment then looked back. "It doesn't go away completely, but it stops being as bad."
She nodded slightly relaxing even further. It was more comforting, somehow, knowing that he said it never stopped hurting. It wasn't a feeling that she thought would leave her, and if he'd said otherwise, he'd be lying, and she'd know it. She wondered if she could let someone do for her what Schuldich did for Nagi. Curling deeper into Ken's arms, she thought that maybe Ken would be safe.
"It really helps?" she asked the telekinetic.
"It helped me," he replied carefully. "I think it could help you too."
She nodded against Ken's chest and turned to look at the man she thought about as her best friend, practically a twin. She thought that maybe she could go all the way with him - he loved her and they'd played at kissing and sex before, though it was mostly for show. He was also projecting an aura of protective love that warmed her to the core. She didn't know Nagi well enough, and she couldn't really picture him with anyone but Ken now, and as comforting it was knowing that he'd survived what she was feeling, the idea of the three of them was a bit too much for her to take.
Her brother wasn't even worth considering. Though she played at being twins with Ken, she knew that he wasn't really her brother, just an attractive best friend. Besides, even if she was so inclined, she couldn't picture telling her Oniichan the reasons behind the action. He'd probably blame himself and that would only make matters worse.
Youji was a possibility, she thought, but she didn't know if it would be a good idea. Despite his reputation as a playboy, she'd never seen him take a girl, or a guy for that matter, home, and he never seemed to spend the night out. He was also the one in the group who was most like her true brother in his treatment of her, and the idea of sleeping with him was too much like the idea of sleeping with her Oniichan.
Omi, well Omi was Omi, and he was in love with her brother. He would probably be willing to help her, but somehow she didn't think he had much experience with sex at all, and it would only lead to fumbling. She didn't think that was what she needed. Besides, he felt more like a brother in a brotherly way than she was comfortable with. Unlike Ken.
Looking back at Ken, she thought it over. He ~was~ the person she was most comfortable with, her best friend whom she shared everything with. He loved her and she knew it. He was with Nagi, and she thought that he liked the telekinetic a lot, but she knew that Nagi would understand if she asked. He was also experienced - very experienced. And he already knew ~why~ she was asking.
Closing her eyes she thought about her options. She'd pictured her first time to be romantic with her love, but with her secret role in Weiss and her chances of being captured and killed, or worse, maybe it would be a good idea to follow Nagi's suggestion. She thought that if she'd actually been raped that she might not even feel comfortable with Ken, let alone anyone else - maybe if she made love now, the possibility of future rape might not be quite as bad.
Taking a deep breath, she looked again at her best friend. "Ken," she whispered. "Could you show me what it's supposed to be like? Could you make love to me so that I don't have to be afraid anymore?"
~*~*~*~*~
Ken held Aya-chan, rocking her gently as she thought about Nagi's words.
He hadn't expected Nagi to have experienced what Aya-chan had gone through, if only because he was so competent with his powers, but then the girl was an accomplished fighter as well - it took drugs to beat her, and probably him as well. That Nagi had used sex as a therapy for near-rape was definitely a surprise, especially the hint that ~Mastermind~ had been the one who cared enough to be there for him. The telepath had always appeared to be cruel and manipulative and no one you'd go to for help, but he supposed that if looks could be deceiving in Ken he supposed they could be in Schuldich as well.
he thought. It still seemed strange to Ken though.
Distracted by his thoughts, it took him a moment to register Aya-chan's quiet question. Blinking in surprise he looked into her eyes, trying to determine if she really meant what she was asking. She seemed sincere, almost desperate, but still uncertain.
"Are you sure?" he asked, though he suspected that he already knew her answer. If making love had helped Nagi, it would probably help her, and he couldn't see her asking anyone else to do this.
He felt her nod against his chest and he glanced at he boyfriend. The telekinetic nodded slightly and climbed out the window onto the branch. "I'll be at the tree," he said softly before moving away.
"Are you really sure?" he asked her. "I know you always wanted to save your first time for someone you loved,"
Her smile was small, and a little shaky, but a smile nonetheless. "I may not be ~in love~ with you, Ken, but I do love you. I just didn't want my first time to be meaningless."
Ken stroked her cheek gently and nodded. "If you change your mind, tell me and I'll stop," he said softly.
She smiled quickly then bit her lip, leaning into his hand. Sliding his fingertips along her jaw, he tilted her head slightly and kissed her.
The kiss was different from anything they'd shared before. Instead of the flirtatious passion, it was soft and gentle as he tried to put all of the love he had for her into it. After a brief moment she responded just as delicately.
Breaking off the kiss, Ken let his lips trail along her jaw to her ear where he nibbled the lobe before proceeding down the column of her neck. Aya-chan's soft gasp urged him on, increasing his determination to make this the most memorable experience she could have.
Still cradling her in his lap, Ken supported her with one arm, tracing light patterns on the skin of her shoulder, while he gently caressed her breasts through the thin fabric of her tank top. She tensed slightly at the touch and he murmured soothingly to her as he moved to kiss her deeply. Once she relaxed again he began massaging her breast gently, feeling the nipple harden under his palm. The girl moaned lightly into the kiss and Ken moved away, nuzzling her face and neck, placing light kisses over her skin.
Sliding his hand over her stomach, Ken felt the edge of the blue top and slid his fingers underneath the hem, gently stroking the skin it revealed. Aya-chan tensed again, and he kissed her, trying to sooth the fear away while not allowing himself to get angry at the boys who'd made her so afraid. His anger wouldn't help make her more comfortable.
She calmed again under his gentle, non-threatening touch and Ken allowed his hand to explore a little bit more, tickling its way toward her breasts once again. Her skin was flushed with warmth and Ken hoped he could keep this pace up. He'd never been with a virgin before, especially one who meant as much to him as Aya-chan did, and he didn't want this to be anything other than special.
Cupping her breast, he played with the nipple drawing little gasps of pleasure from the girl in his arms. Turning slightly, he lowered them both to the bed so that he lay on his side looking down on her, hand still caressing her under her shirt. Placing feather light kisses across her neck and shoulders, he inched her tank top up her torso before lifting her enough to pull it over her head.
He noticed her trembling and whispered soft reassurances into her ear as he stroked her skin. Moving slowly, he kissed his way down to her left breast before taking the pert nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it expertly while lightly pinching the other one. She moaned again and Ken knew that she was enjoying herself, and, despite her nervousness, she wasn't really afraid of him.
Switching his attention to the other breast he repeated the action, except that this time he blew on the damp skin causing her to gasp at the sensation. Grinning at her reaction he looked into her half lidded eyes and winked before kissing and licking his way down her stomach to her navel. Circling the small indentation he poked his tongue in causing her to squirm and giggle at him, pushing his head away.
"It tickles," she protested.
Ken smirked before tickling her belly again with his tongue. Sliding his way back up her body he kissed her again, tongue exploring her mouth as if it were the first time. With his right hand he traced his way down her body, echoing the trip he'd done moments before with his tongue. This time he allowed his fingers to stray into the waistband of her jeans.
The movement was slight, but he could feel her pull away from him, so, instead of continuing, he moved back upwards and unbuttoned his own shirt so that he could feel her skin against his. Taking one of her hands, he placed it on his chest.
"Do whatever feels good to you," he whispered huskily. "If it bothers me I'll tell you to stop."
She blinked and nodded, shy smile teasing the corners of her mouth. Leaning down for another kiss, he raised himself on one arm so that he was above her. Long nails scraped lightly across his skin and he shivered in anticipation. His satin jeans were very confining, but he didn't want to scare her by taking them off yet. He knew that he was going to have to go very slowly to avoid hurting her more than he helped. He wished that he was psychic so that he could convey what he thought and felt in a way she'd be sure to understand. Instead, he would just have to settle for showing her with his actions.
Aya-chan's hands slid around to his back, tracing his spine before moving to push his shirt off his shoulders. Pausing for a moment, he shrugged the shirt off before settling back down.
"You okay so far?" he asked her quietly.
She nodded hesitantly, then smiled a bit more strongly.
Looking at her he reached down and undid the ties on her braids and loosened them before fanning her hair out. Smiling slightly he shrugged. "I like it better down."
Running his hand up the side of her face and into her hair he lowered himself to kiss her again. He traced her lips and was pleasantly surprised when she opened her mouth and returned his kiss with more enthusiasm.
Lowering himself more fully on top of her, he lay lightly against her body, skin to skin, his satin clad erection pressing into her thigh. She gasped into the kiss, nails digging into his back before she flattened her hands and slowly trailed her leg up to hook it over his hip.
Ken rocked his hips and smiled against her lips as she moaned in response. Her fingertips traced the muscles in his arm until she reached his hand which was kneading her breast. Grasping it she picked it up and placed it against the front of her jeans.
Moving cautiously in case she changed her mind, Ken expertly undid the button and fly of the jeans. Her panties were small, blue and silky, and they both moaned as he caressed them. Slipping his fingers downwards, he caressed her through the silk fabric teasing her until he found her clit.
Aya-chan gasped and tilted her hips into his hand. Grinning into the skin of her neck, Ken teased her, liking the way her breath hitched at a particularly strong sensation. That sound, the catch in her breathing, was really getting to him. He longed to strip out of the remainder of his clothing, to strip her out of hers, but he waited for her cue.
It didn't take long.
Hands traced their way down his back, tightening on his skin before relaxing again. They moved to squeeze his satin-clad ass then rose again and inserted themselves under the waistband. Moaning, Ken rubbed his hardened cock against Aya-chan's thigh, waiting for her reaction; hoping it was postitive.
It was. The girl clutched at him and pressed upwards into his hand, rubbing deliberately against his groin causing both of them to moan. Sliding his hand upwards, he slipped it underneath the panties letting his fingers stroke her wet heat without a barrier. She gasped and Ken felt hands pressing against his pants, trying to push them out of the way.
Rolling to his side, Ken pulled his hand free and undid his pants. He wiggled carefully out of them, enjoying the harsh contrast of Aya-chan's blue jeans against his sensitive skin. Placing his hand back where it had been before, he waited for her to get comfortable with his nakedness before proceeding.
A hand stroked and kneaded the firm flesh of his ass and Ken's eyes fluttered in pleasure as he felt the tips of her nails dig lightly into him. Feeling her head move he found himself looking at her tousled hair as she leaned against his chest, looking down his body at his throbbing cock which rested against her thigh.
"You can touch it if you want," he whispered, voice sounding rough and deep.
The girl didn't answer, but she did allow one hand to trail over his hip, a single finger trailing along his length. Ken shuddered at the sensual innocence in that touch. Moaning, he nuzzled the dark hair, trying to resist the urge to thrust against her. More fingers joined the first, and Ken found an almost continuous moan vibrating past his lips. Her hands were teasing him to distraction, making him want to shoot right then and there. He nearly lost it when the hand closed firmly but gently around his hardened flesh.
Aya-chan tilted her head back again and Ken captured her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Her hand clenched spastically, but not hard enough to hurt. In fact, it just inflamed him more. He bucked his hips into her hand, panting against her skin as he licked and nibbled along her jaw.
Suddenly Ken felt his shaft released as Aya-chan shifted away from him. Opening his eyes in hazy concern he looked at her. He didn't think that she was scared, but he was having trouble trying to make his mind function properly. Ken's hand was suddenly freed from where it had been caressing Aya-chan's clit and he realized that she was actually trying to wiggle out of her jeans. Not wanting to startle her, he let her do the work herself, and soon she was settling back against him, skin to skin.
It felt fantastic.
Catching her lips in a deep kiss, he thrilled at the feeling of her tongue tangling with his. It was exhilarating to feel her respond to passionately, and when they broke the kiss, both were breathing rapidly.
Rolling slightly above her, Ken began kissing and licking his way down her body. He paused to tease her nipples, suckling at them before pulling back and blowing lightly over them making her shiver and clutch at his hair. Venturing further downwards, he tickled her stomach with kisses, thrusting his tongue into her navel, mimicking the actions he hoped to be taking later.
Feeling curly hair brush against his chin, Ken looked up and caught the lust-glazed expression of his new lover. With a sudden grin, the young man dipped lower and gave her hot, wet flesh a sweep with his tongue. The gasp he got in response was well worth the wait. Loving any kind of oral play, Ken threw himself into eating Aya-chan out and making her thrash in mindless pleasure.
Manipulating her clit with his thumb, he thrust his tongue into her, enjoying the thrill of her pleasure so much that her words took a moment to penetrate his mind.
"Please, Ken," she moaned.
Pausing, he looked up and caught her eyes. "Please?" he asked huskily.
"I need you," she whispered. "Please."
Ken felt strong legs wrap around his shoulders and he eased himself upwards.
"Are you sure?"
Aya-chan nodded wildly. "Now,"
Ken shuddered and slid his body up along hers until he rested over her. Feeling his erection brush against her wet entrance he looked deeply into her eyes before sliding part way in. He used one hand to strok her clit, bringing her back up to the brink of orgasm. While she was trembling in the pleasure, he thrust the rest of the way in, stroking her rapidly to distract her from the pain as he took her virginity.
He heard her pained gasp and felt her nails dig into his shoulders for a moment, holding himself frozen within her, until he felt her begin to relax again. He was having trouble concentrating as her inner walls contracted on his cock. Knowing he was about to lose it, he lowered his mouth to her breast while he fingers focussed lower. It only took a few moments before he felt her body tense. Sealing his lips over hers he caught her scream of pleasure as she orgasmed. The intensity of emotions and the tightness as her tunnel clenched his shaft, sent him over the edge into oblivion as well.
TBC.
A/N
This is my first completed lemon and definitely my first het one. I have no real idea how well it turned out. For all those dedicated yaoi lovers, most of the lemons in this series will be yaoi, but some, when necessary for the storyline (like this one) will be het. I hope I didn't freak anyone out or scare you off. ^_^