Keywords/Pairings: Youken!
Dedicated to: Tschubi-chan
I was
going to finish gotterdammerung first before I even started on any other
fics but due to insistent *private* demand… you know who you aregrin>
I have been prodded to write this down. And what do you know reads
first few paragraphs> it actually has lime and now qualifies it as PG-13…oh
joy oh joy!
It's
a little short ne? I've been on a downer lately and can't write! o.O Gomen.
Added to that, my mail ate all the fics on my folder. I don't know how
it did that but now I have to get the fics from the groups home page. kills
computer>
A
well enough with the rantings…on with the ficcie.
Ruby Red Cacophony
Part 4
Ken awoke to the sensation
of warm satiny skin sliding against his own and warm breath tickling the
sensitive skin of his throat. Momentary alarm filled him as his mind registered
that he wasn't alone on his bed. But it felt so delicious, this sensation
of smoothness brushing against his own, this breath seemingly caressing
the column of his throat with invisible feathery touches that all the half-formed
thoughts of the wrongness of the situation fled his mind even before he
could react.
Strong graceful hands pinned
his arms above his head and he writhed in protest at the helpless position,
opening his mouth to utter words of panicked protest when a moist mouth
came down on his own, effectively silencing any protests he might have
as his attention was claimed by the boldness of someone's lips.
He struggled as the stranger's
tongue invaded his mouth, trying to push the foreign object out, struggling
against the masterful grip as the unfamiliar situation aroused fear. That
was, until he tasted the breath that mingled with his own.
Honey. Golden honey. That
was what he tasted. Not cloyingly sweet but piquantly fragrant, the intoxicating
kind. Ken's favorite. He could never resist the enticing and addicting
ambrosia.
Struggles turned to yielding
surrender as he opened his mouth further. He wanted to taste more of the
delectable tang so he hesitantly thrust back, trying to reach into the
source, rubbing his tongue against the other in an effort to find more
of what he craved.
But the mouth left his too
soon, leaving Ken bereft and dazed, longing for more of the glorious taste.
He tried to follow, struggling to rise up and fasten his mouth on the sensual
rosy lips above his but the living shackles of strong pale arms held him
back.
Velvet brown eyes started
to cloud with unfulfilled wishes and the desire for something Ken couldn't
name. But the discontent did not have time to settle as his unknown assailant
chuckled in a woodsmoke voice and the honeyed mouth fastened on Ken's sensitive
neck, licking and sucking slowly at the slender column, worshipping the
perfect line, until it stopped at the base…on the thrumming pulse that
beat so sweetly erratic at the sensual touch.
Ken moaned as he arched his
back, straining at the unseen person, seeking closer contact, seeking more
of the pleasure, *wanting* something he couldn't define.
The mouth continued downwards,
teasing, licking, sucking at too too sensitive flesh that arched to meet
each movement as Ken closed his eyes in pleasure, uttering little mewling
sounds of begging… a pressure built inside of him at every touch and kiss,
his body burning with a fever he couldn't understand as his world narrowed
to the path the mouth was taking…and the torturous pleasure he derived
from it.
Ken felt his body lose control,
thrusting and arching, wanting to touch the silken skin of the body above
him, needing the contact. His body somehow knowing that only when skin
was laid on skin would the sweet torture culminate. And he obliged it as
he strained at his bonds.
A low chuckle purred out,
pouring through his senses like liquid fire.
"Not yet, Little One."
It was the last words he
heard as everything faded into smoke and Ken sat up in his bed, pulse racing
and breathing hard. His whole body still screamed for something he wasn't
quite sure of.
/It was only a dream./
He raised his hand to rake
through reddish-brown locks in agitation. The dream had been so vivid.
How could it have been a dream when he could still *feel* the soft mouth
all over his body, when he still *ached* with unfulfilled longing…
Ken turned agitated eyes
to the mirror that hung in one wall of his bedroom and looked at the flushed
face that stared back at him in confused silence, noting the crimson tide
that dusted his cheeks and the slight sheen of perspiration on his skin
above the silken shirt that had become wrinkled with his agitated movements.
The shirt clung to slightly dampened over-warm skin.
/What is happening to
me? What is this I am feeling?/
Ken was frightened. The unnatural
preoccupation and now this…ever since he met the Grand Duke… his cat-like
eyes of emerald brilliance was deeply ingrained in Ken's mind, those warm
caressing, sensual eyes…Ken groaned as fire raced once again in his veins.
And there was no doubt that
it was the grand Duke who figured prominently in Ken's dream, the one who
made him feel such strange, foreign sensations. No other man, or indeed
person, had a voice that evoked woodsmoke in a quiet glade.
/Am I that interested
in him?/
Youji Kudou. He traced the
name out on the rumpled burgundy silk sheets on his bed, thinking about
the bold duke who he had run away from in the Takatori library a fortnight
ago.
Ken was no wilting flower.
He knew what he wanted and did not hesitate to act if it meant he would
eventually attain his goal. It was not apparent in his personality, as
Omi would attest to. For Ken was known for his flexibility, his easy acceptance
of the decisions made by their leader Ran and even the periodic bossiness
of the younger Omi. But when it came to personal situations, Ken possessed
a will as indomitable as the redhead leader's was. That was what had allowed
him to withstand Ran's calculated advances for so long. He did not want
Ran and for Ken that was that.
But this, this foreigner
was a different matter altogether.
There was no doubt that he
was attracted to this foreign noble, this stranger who seemed to have been
cast adrift by fortune to cross Ken's path.
Who would not be? Heavens
be damned, the stranger was beautiful beyond any man's aesthetic reckoning.
He possessed magnetism that bordered on wildness and it called to Ken's
soul, he whose soul was as restless as the wind and as equally tamable
behind the veneer of urbane civility…
He had started to walk towards
the Grand Duke, mesmerized by the enigmatic glowing eyes, his legs transversing
half of the distance that separated them when something came into the Duke's
eyes.
It was a mere glint but Ken
realized it for what it was and had regained conscious thought. Without
hesitation, he bowed low and excused himself, fleeing out of the library
without a second glance back.
Even now Ken could not recall
the look without bitterness, the soft velvet eyes turning into tempered
brown fires that would not be banked at the memory.
Yes, He wanted the Grand
Duke, the attraction almost a constant pain as the unnamed desires raged
in his body.
But he would fight it. As
long as he drew breath, he would not submit. Not to someone who owned such
a glint in his eyes.The look in the Grand Duke's eyes was the same as the
one in those eyes that stayed in Ken's memory. One akin to the look that
lit Ran's eyes when he glanced at Ken. Though Ran's was milder by far.
But even that Ken had rejected.
/Exactly the same./
Youji Kudou's eyes were exactly
the same. It might have a different hue and came from a foreigner but it
had the same intensity and almost-tangible feel to it as the one who had
once tried to extinguish the life of a younger Ken Hidaka long ago.
That look would never be
cast again in his direction. This Ken had sworn. This time it would not
work its spell on him.
Memories tore at Ken and
he stiffened, clenching the silken sheets into a bunched ruin as he relived
bitter memories that would not leave him, even as he tried to eradicate
it from his life.
/That look…I can never
forget./
The look of utter possession
and ownership…Ken loathed the feeling it invoked within him, abhorred the
weak quivering in his insides, the fear and anger that mixed inside him
but most especially he hated the face that came with the eyes where Ken
first beheld that glint…
It had been in the eyes of
his best friend, Kaze, at the moment of his betrayal…
TBC ^_~ Comments onegai?
This installment was brought to you by the nag…er constructive comments
bol> of people who constantly ask me to put out the next part. ^^
Domo to everyone who commented
on the last part. With my mail wiped out I've forgotten who those are.
Gomen.
Tschubi-chan! I hope you
like this part. This is still dedicated to you after all.
Ochiba-chan! ^-^ Your wish
is my command. Especially after I saw the Houshin Engi files lol>
You know I have this itching
need to try and get Brad into the muddle that surrounds Kenken. What do
you think minna-san?
Brad: waves BradKen
flag in the background>
Ran: bumps Brad out
of the picture and waves a Ranken flag>
Brad: angrily pokes
Ran with the long banner>
Ran: pokes back and
they fight>
Ken: blinks and drifts
off into la-la land>
Youji: carries Ken off>Hah!
Mine mine mine! I TOLD you guys he's mine!
Nuff said with the tomfoolery
^^
