A/n: Yaoi, warning for hentainess on candy that you might be licking now...
o_o....
-Sweet-
By Keeshe Kal'daka
When did Ken like Blowpop?
Blowpops...
All that suger and flavor compacted into a round near oval shape that had the pink gum that just waiting to be bitten into. Then let the saliva in that hot mouth have it soften up into a sticky goo to chew on endlessly.
And that was what Ken was doing.
Not chewing on the gum, not yet, but licking in slow savoring laps over that ripe red surface. Letting the rough hard surface become smooth and glistening from his attention. How long will it take? How many licks until the end?
Or the end for Aya?
Ken had started on the suger infested treat ten minutes ago and still hasn't stopped giving that ball his special attention, not reaching the gum just yet. This veiw wasn't giving Aya any rest either. He couldn't stop watching, whenever Ken was in sight, the brunette suck on that thing.
It has caused the 'Ice King' to have hentai thoughts.
Hentai thoughts about Ken and what else that mouth could do and not with that damn candy pop.
Not like he was going to say that out loud. No way. Have Ken scared to death of him. Ken was a innocent, hot-headed, brunette that doesn't know a thing about intimancy with another man. Yet he was sure getting into it with that blowpop! Just the name of that sort of candy makes Aya Fujimiya want to run to his room and hide for a few hours.
He should do that now, while Ken was still sucking on that thing, get out of this place and hope to Kami-sama he doesn't have a dream about this too. No, he didn't want any more dreams, erotic dreams about Ken Hidaka, the Baka, in all his glory. Drives this man nuts at nights to wake up in an empty cold bed with only himself.
Now this...
"Aya-kun! You're bleeding!" Omi's high vocal voice peirced Aya's ears, having the poor man jump.
He was bleeding?
There was a few thick droplets of red which had splattered over the white counter he had been leaning on, his blood. He was bleeding? Again, he couldn't believe it. First of all, there hasn't been a mission for three days, second, he didn't have any injuries on that mission, third, where was he bleeding at?
The shock of having bled without knowing, hasn't worn off just yet.
Soon his pale sensitive lips felt the thick warm liquid cover over the indent curve then drip off over the buttom. His fingers instantly reach up to where he must be bleeding. His nose.
Violet eyes widen a bit. A Nose Bleed!?
B-but when did he, the almighty leader, get nose bleeds?!
'Staring at your fantasy lover alittle too long?' That inner voice mocked, one that suspisiously sounds like Youji. Its one thing to lust after Ken, another to have his other, rather annoying, team mate in his head as an inner voice.
The bleeding hasn't stopped, so covering it with his hand didn't help much at all. He kept his eyes to the ground, he did not want to see what anyone else thinks about this. The silent, cold, exotic, stick-up-his-ass, Aya Fujimiya has a nose bleed! With all grace and ice, the red head moved out of the flowershop to the back room, as if he didn't have a bloody nose.
In the back room, he began to search for anything to stop the bleeding, cram something up there and wait for a while in a strange postion, maybe lock the door too. Keep everyone out, not let them see that this man was normal, and he was HENTAI!
Least he doesn't see Ken anymore with that little thing which caused his 'problem'.
Fate just loves playing with him doesn't she?
"Aya, yeh okah?" Ken asked, coming into the room while Aya was still looking, speaking around the blowpop that was expanding part of his cheek.
"Yes." He kept looking, he was not going to look at HIM.
There was that smack pop of that treat escaping with little care. That, to Aya, was not helping. "Here," he felt that warm grasp of the brunette pulling him to face him, "I got a hankie."
Hankie? Who says 'hankie' anymore?
Aya forgot all else when he got a eye full of that face, so close, near kissable. But would he want his blood smeared over those lips that already wet and red by the pop? No, for then Ken might suspect something. He adverted his gaze to the white cloth that was slowly becoming red. He should be the one doing this, wiping it away instead of Ken doing it, but his hands were busy grasping the table he descided to lean on for his knees might give out any second.
"Isn't it true? That people only get nose bleed because they have hentai thoughts or something like that?" That question sounded so innocent, so light, but Aya's ears, it was his doom!
Change the subject? Don't let this continue, get the mask back on!
He snatched the cloth from Ken's tentative hand, ready to stick the thing up his nose, but just incase it could get worse, he kept it pressed over his noce, cover the faltering of his lips, the tremble of fear. All he could do at the moment was glare back at the man who had rocked his world, in his dreams anyway, to try and have him back off. But this was Ken, the one who punched him on their second meeting. "I wouldn't know..." He tried to pile his voice with as much ice he could muster.
His eyes fell on those puckered lips which had surrounded the white stick, beyond that would be hot heaven. "What flavor is that...?" It slipped out before he could catch it.
There was that pop and smack as Ken pulled that blowpop out again. STOP that Ken!
"Strawberry."
Oo! So those lips would taste of that sweet fruit, Aya could almost taste it. Why did Ken have to say it like the pop itself was his intimate lover instead, that it could satisfy his every need? Damn that blowpop!
And strawberry! Why strawberry!? Aya-chan used to call him Strawberry-head* whenever she felt like teasing him. Oh he had to remember that NOW!
His nose started bleeding again.
He had to get out of here, now. Ken was still too close for HIS comfort. "This is all your fault..." He muttered, slipping away as best he could without touching that warmth that radiated from the innocent chocolate- head. He was sure Ken didn't hear that...
Escaping out of the Flowershop as well, he went straight for his room.
Ken was still standing in the backroom, having his gaze to the open door which Aya went out from, taking that hankie Youji threw at him before he came in. That was useful, doubt he'll get it back for Youji though. He placed the blowpop into his mouth, letting the heavy thing roll around over his tongue. The corner of his lips twitched, candy always gave him a smile, but what just happened made him want to smile wider but he got this pop in his mouth.
His little plan worked, well, part of it did. He had wanted to seduce Aya, using innocence and a lollipop to aid him, he was mildly surprised that he gave the man a nose bleed! Ken had made sure that he was almost always in the redhead's veiw, sucking on this treat with alot of intimate love.
The second part of the plan was to keep Aya in here so maybe he could find out what the man thought of blowpops, if he ever had one, many questions, but that hentai question just popped out. Heh, the man was a liar, saying he didn't know, and what about that staring all morning? He had felt Aya's gaze on him.
Now Aya was gone, so the plan of seduction didn't work out too well, but it made Ken all the more determined. He was going to have Aya, no matter how many blowpops it will take. Blowpops were an addiction to his secret weapons...
He smacked his lips, having another taste of strawberry.
"Mmm..."
Maybe he wasn't THAT innocent...
-Fin!-
Whahahahahaha!!!!
Diclaimer: They never belonged to me... Neither did the candy.
Damnit, now I want a blowpop... ~.^
Whahahahahaaaaaa!!!!!....-coughs-
-Sweet-
By Keeshe Kal'daka
When did Ken like Blowpop?
Blowpops...
All that suger and flavor compacted into a round near oval shape that had the pink gum that just waiting to be bitten into. Then let the saliva in that hot mouth have it soften up into a sticky goo to chew on endlessly.
And that was what Ken was doing.
Not chewing on the gum, not yet, but licking in slow savoring laps over that ripe red surface. Letting the rough hard surface become smooth and glistening from his attention. How long will it take? How many licks until the end?
Or the end for Aya?
Ken had started on the suger infested treat ten minutes ago and still hasn't stopped giving that ball his special attention, not reaching the gum just yet. This veiw wasn't giving Aya any rest either. He couldn't stop watching, whenever Ken was in sight, the brunette suck on that thing.
It has caused the 'Ice King' to have hentai thoughts.
Hentai thoughts about Ken and what else that mouth could do and not with that damn candy pop.
Not like he was going to say that out loud. No way. Have Ken scared to death of him. Ken was a innocent, hot-headed, brunette that doesn't know a thing about intimancy with another man. Yet he was sure getting into it with that blowpop! Just the name of that sort of candy makes Aya Fujimiya want to run to his room and hide for a few hours.
He should do that now, while Ken was still sucking on that thing, get out of this place and hope to Kami-sama he doesn't have a dream about this too. No, he didn't want any more dreams, erotic dreams about Ken Hidaka, the Baka, in all his glory. Drives this man nuts at nights to wake up in an empty cold bed with only himself.
Now this...
"Aya-kun! You're bleeding!" Omi's high vocal voice peirced Aya's ears, having the poor man jump.
He was bleeding?
There was a few thick droplets of red which had splattered over the white counter he had been leaning on, his blood. He was bleeding? Again, he couldn't believe it. First of all, there hasn't been a mission for three days, second, he didn't have any injuries on that mission, third, where was he bleeding at?
The shock of having bled without knowing, hasn't worn off just yet.
Soon his pale sensitive lips felt the thick warm liquid cover over the indent curve then drip off over the buttom. His fingers instantly reach up to where he must be bleeding. His nose.
Violet eyes widen a bit. A Nose Bleed!?
B-but when did he, the almighty leader, get nose bleeds?!
'Staring at your fantasy lover alittle too long?' That inner voice mocked, one that suspisiously sounds like Youji. Its one thing to lust after Ken, another to have his other, rather annoying, team mate in his head as an inner voice.
The bleeding hasn't stopped, so covering it with his hand didn't help much at all. He kept his eyes to the ground, he did not want to see what anyone else thinks about this. The silent, cold, exotic, stick-up-his-ass, Aya Fujimiya has a nose bleed! With all grace and ice, the red head moved out of the flowershop to the back room, as if he didn't have a bloody nose.
In the back room, he began to search for anything to stop the bleeding, cram something up there and wait for a while in a strange postion, maybe lock the door too. Keep everyone out, not let them see that this man was normal, and he was HENTAI!
Least he doesn't see Ken anymore with that little thing which caused his 'problem'.
Fate just loves playing with him doesn't she?
"Aya, yeh okah?" Ken asked, coming into the room while Aya was still looking, speaking around the blowpop that was expanding part of his cheek.
"Yes." He kept looking, he was not going to look at HIM.
There was that smack pop of that treat escaping with little care. That, to Aya, was not helping. "Here," he felt that warm grasp of the brunette pulling him to face him, "I got a hankie."
Hankie? Who says 'hankie' anymore?
Aya forgot all else when he got a eye full of that face, so close, near kissable. But would he want his blood smeared over those lips that already wet and red by the pop? No, for then Ken might suspect something. He adverted his gaze to the white cloth that was slowly becoming red. He should be the one doing this, wiping it away instead of Ken doing it, but his hands were busy grasping the table he descided to lean on for his knees might give out any second.
"Isn't it true? That people only get nose bleed because they have hentai thoughts or something like that?" That question sounded so innocent, so light, but Aya's ears, it was his doom!
Change the subject? Don't let this continue, get the mask back on!
He snatched the cloth from Ken's tentative hand, ready to stick the thing up his nose, but just incase it could get worse, he kept it pressed over his noce, cover the faltering of his lips, the tremble of fear. All he could do at the moment was glare back at the man who had rocked his world, in his dreams anyway, to try and have him back off. But this was Ken, the one who punched him on their second meeting. "I wouldn't know..." He tried to pile his voice with as much ice he could muster.
His eyes fell on those puckered lips which had surrounded the white stick, beyond that would be hot heaven. "What flavor is that...?" It slipped out before he could catch it.
There was that pop and smack as Ken pulled that blowpop out again. STOP that Ken!
"Strawberry."
Oo! So those lips would taste of that sweet fruit, Aya could almost taste it. Why did Ken have to say it like the pop itself was his intimate lover instead, that it could satisfy his every need? Damn that blowpop!
And strawberry! Why strawberry!? Aya-chan used to call him Strawberry-head* whenever she felt like teasing him. Oh he had to remember that NOW!
His nose started bleeding again.
He had to get out of here, now. Ken was still too close for HIS comfort. "This is all your fault..." He muttered, slipping away as best he could without touching that warmth that radiated from the innocent chocolate- head. He was sure Ken didn't hear that...
Escaping out of the Flowershop as well, he went straight for his room.
Ken was still standing in the backroom, having his gaze to the open door which Aya went out from, taking that hankie Youji threw at him before he came in. That was useful, doubt he'll get it back for Youji though. He placed the blowpop into his mouth, letting the heavy thing roll around over his tongue. The corner of his lips twitched, candy always gave him a smile, but what just happened made him want to smile wider but he got this pop in his mouth.
His little plan worked, well, part of it did. He had wanted to seduce Aya, using innocence and a lollipop to aid him, he was mildly surprised that he gave the man a nose bleed! Ken had made sure that he was almost always in the redhead's veiw, sucking on this treat with alot of intimate love.
The second part of the plan was to keep Aya in here so maybe he could find out what the man thought of blowpops, if he ever had one, many questions, but that hentai question just popped out. Heh, the man was a liar, saying he didn't know, and what about that staring all morning? He had felt Aya's gaze on him.
Now Aya was gone, so the plan of seduction didn't work out too well, but it made Ken all the more determined. He was going to have Aya, no matter how many blowpops it will take. Blowpops were an addiction to his secret weapons...
He smacked his lips, having another taste of strawberry.
"Mmm..."
Maybe he wasn't THAT innocent...
-Fin!-
Whahahahahaha!!!!
Diclaimer: They never belonged to me... Neither did the candy.
Damnit, now I want a blowpop... ~.^
Whahahahahaaaaaa!!!!!....-coughs-