Disclaimer: These sexy bitches belong to parties other than myself…. Pity.

Comments: Here's the second 'Unfortunate Event' and if the truth be told this is actually my favorite one, it's just so damn amusing, and I can so see something like this happening.  Yeah, well duh, or else I probably wouldn't have written it, right? Anyway, I had to change the rating on the fic because of this chapter *sigh* even though this is the only one even remotely graphic.  Cheez-its are so awesome.  Yeah.  Anyway as before and always, enjoy!

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His hands, slightly sweat slick but firm, grasp my hips, easing me slowly onto him. I close my eyes against the sensation. It isn't that it's unpleasant. No, I like the way it feels when he first enters me, stretching me beyond my limits, pushing deeper inside of me, joining his body with mine. Even the pain is welcome. I admit it, I revel in the pain he causes me. It lets me know I'm alive. It lets me know I can still feel. Erotic… so fucking erotic. No, I close my eyes against it because it threatens to consume me, to take me over.

He doesn't know how easily he could break me.

It took Ken quite a while to get to the point where he wanted to take me. I remember in vivid detail the first time that fire lit in his body and I saw lust mirrored in his eyes. It feels good to be lusted after. There was no stopping him then. He knew what he wanted, and I was only too willing. Sexually aggressive Ken makes me so hot… and he's anything but gentle. But like I said… I welcome the pain.

Still… he doesn't want to hurt me. That's why he takes me slowly now, easing me down into his lap. This is the first time we've tried this position, well at least with me as uke. We both sit, facing the same direction, his chest pressed against my back. At least that's how it will be in a moment… when he finally just takes me. Right now I lean forward, gripping the sheets tightly, trying to accommodate him. I can hear the way he breathes. The little sounds he makes, the moans, the whimpers, the growls.

"Come on, Ken," I hiss. "We don't have all night."

"Hey, what time I don't use up now, you'll just blather away later, right? So we might as well use all the time we have, eh koi*?"

"Shut up!" I growl, gripping the sheets so tightly my knuckles turn white. "Ahh!" I cry softly as he pulls me down a little farther. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut. "Would you just take me, Ken! Enough of this bullshit, you know how I like it," I snap, sucking air through my teeth.

I hear him chuckle softly. His grip tightens on my hips. The sharp bite of his nails digs into my skin. I know he's smirking. "That's true."

Roughly, he pulls me down the rest of the way, thrusting upwards, impaling me. The sharp, painful sensation makes me lightheaded. Whiteness flashes behind my eyes as he rams home, sending a rush of pure, erotic ecstasy chasing though my body on the heels of the pain.

I cry out, arching my back wildly as he rolls into me again, this time snaking one hand around the flat of my stomach, pulling me down, pressing me against him. He takes my manhood in his hand, encompassing me in warmth. His thumb runs over the tip, pressing savagely at my slit and making precum weep forth. I moan and rasp his name, "Ken…." It's hard to breathe.

"This is how you like it, isn't it, Aya-kun?" he whispers harshly. His tone is mocking, but I don't mind. I like it when he's aggressive; it means I don't have to be.

He squeezes tightly and shoves up into me hitting my prostate again. The combined sensation is too much. It overwhelms my body. I spasm in ecstasy, my whole body shivering as I cry out soundlessly, my back arching, my head whipping back of it own accord.

The back of my head connects with something. Something that makes an unmistakable cracking sound.

That can't be good.

But before I can think any more about it, Ken's hand closes around me so tightly that I nearly scream as I lurch forward, the throbbing at the back of my head overwhelmed by the throbbing of my manhood.

That wasn't the caress of a lover… that was the involuntary constricting of muscles that occurs when someone experiences sudden, unexpected pain. In an instant he has released me, and as I pant, slowly coming down off my erotic high I hear Ken groan behind me.  And not the good kind of groan he was making a few moments ago.

I reach up with a shaky hand, touching the back of my head, and slowly turn, peering over my shoulder. Oh shit. Ken is cradling his face in his hands making small, breathy whimpering sounds.

"Itai*… itai…." He moans under his breath.

I stare back at him over my shoulder. I can feel him still inside me, but he's rather less than excited. "Aité*…," I say softly. There is concern in my voice.

Slowly he pulls his hands down his face, uncovering his eyes, which are very large and teary. He stares at me for a few moments and then slowly takes one hand away from his face, looking at it in the gloom. Even I can see that it glistens.

"Oh shit," he breathes. "Koi… I think you broke my nose!"

"What?" I cry. I pull away from him, letting him slip from my body, no longer interested. I've hurt my aité. Now I have to make it right. Turning around I straddle his legs and pull his hands away from his face so that I can see. His nose is covered in blood, a red mess bleeds down his face.

"Oh no…," I hiss. "Oh God, poor, Ken. I'm so sorry, aité… so sorry. Here lie back." I push back on his shoulders, guiding him down onto my pillows. "Tilt you head back, don't choke."

Ken whimpers and tries to bring his hands to his face again.

"Don't touch it!" I snap, slapping his hands away.

"Koi…," he whines. I glare at him and grab the box of Kleenex off of my nightstand, lobbing a good wad into his face.

"There hold that against yourself," I say.

He tries to press it into place but pulls his hand away again. "It hurts!"

I sigh and switch on the light next to the bed. Taking the Kleenex wad in my hand I gently try to rub some of the gore off of his face. He jerks and pulls away. I think I did break his nose. It doesn't look quite right….

"Ken hold still."

"Why? What are you going to do?" he asks in a panicky tone.

"Just hold still." I grab his face between my hands firmly and press my thumbs against the bridge of his nose. With a flicking motion I pop it back into place. It makes a sickening crunch sound, but it looks much better.

"ITAI!!" Ken screams, tears of pain forming in his eyes. "Argh! That hurt, bakayaro*!"

"Well did you want me to leave it the way it was?" I snap back. "Did you want to have a crooked nose for the rest of your life? 'Cause I know it would certainly make you less appealing to me!"

He stares up at me with big, hurt eyes. Poor, koi. That was rather harsh. "Besides. I bet it feels better now," I add.

He blinks and turns his head away. "Yeah…."

"And the bleeding's almost stopped?" I continue, making my point.

"I guess so…."

"Well then. Aren't you glad I fixed it for you?"

He shrugs, still pouting. "Yeah…."

"Good." I look down at him, and I fill with warmth. I want to touch him. I want to make him feel better, take away the pain. I take his face gently in my hands, making sure not to touch his nose.

"There. I'm sorry, Kenken," I say softly, kissing his face, letting my lips brush against his cheeks and eyelids. "I'm sorry that I hurt you. Forgive me," I whisper into his ear. He runs his hand through my hair and I feel his fingers catch and pull. Great… Ken just smoothed his nosebleed all through my nice clean hair. I grimace, "Gross, Ken…."

He giggles, and pulls his hands away, but the damage is done. "Oops…." The whole situation is ludicrous. Our sex life is becoming hazardous to our health.

"Well… I suppose I can forgive you just this once…." He says, trying to ignore the mess in my hair. "But don't expect the same thing the next time you break my nose while I'm fucking you senseless."

I snort. So eloquent, aité. "Hey, just remember that it was your own damn fault," I growl.

He looks up at me and balks. "My fault?" he cries incredulously. "How the hell was I supposed to know you were going to have a frickin' seizure?"

"You were being mean. You know how sensitive I am. You can't jerk me around like that so hard."

"You asked for it!"

"Yeah, well. You can't always give me everything I ask for. It's indulgent and this is what happens when you do."

Ken rolls his eyes. "Damned if I don't, damned if I do. Fine, but that is the last time you are uke in that position. From now on you just eat the sheets and stay where it's nice and safe."

I glare at him. "'Eat the sheets,' huh? We'll see about that."

He touches his nose tentatively with one of his finger. "It still hurts…."

When in doubt, go for the guilt trip. I sigh. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom. We'll take a quick shower and get ourselves cleaned up. And then I am going to get a real look at your nose and put a brace over it."

He smiles up at me sweetly, but much of the charm is lost due to the rather crusty nosebleed still in residence on the lower half of his face. I try not to burst into laughter. His hand reaches up, touching my chest, teasing my skin. One-track mind.

"Can we have sex in the shower?" he asks bluntly.

Like I said, one-track mind. I sigh and duck my head. "Ken, I just broke your nose. Don't you think we ought to call it quits before one of us looses a limb?"

"No… it'll be nice. You can make love to me… to make up for breaking my nose. So you can't say no, because you owe me. No sexual deviation, I promise," he says softly. "You can treat me like a fucking princess, and be so gentle and so sweet that I'll cry like a pussy like I always do. Because I know that's how you –really- like it."

Hmm, tempting…  I smile at him and bat my eyes. "I guess I can handle that."

He leans his face up towards mine, his eyes beginning to close.

For a moment I am about to close my eyes and return his attentions, but the sticky mess of coagulating blood all over his lower face just totally turns me off.  Many nights my hands have been steeped in blood, and all in all I've grown pretty immune to the stuff.  But when it's your lover's blood… nosebleed blood and he wants to suck face with you with it all over… there's just a line there that shouldn't be crossed. 

"You know what, Ken, don't even think about kissing me. As much as I love you… it's not enough. Not with the nosebleed."

His eyes snap open and he pulls back. "Oh yeah. I forgot about that. Sorry."

I smile again and touch his face. "Let's take that shower, aité."

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*koi (koibito) – I really think by now we all know what this means, but just in case, koi is a short form of the word koibito which means lover.  Koi on its own also simply means "love" or "romantic attachment."

*aité – Aya's nickname for Ken, given to him in The Saga Begins.  Aité means literally "partner" or "teammate" and doesn't have any sort of sexual or remotely romantic overtones.  But that's Aya for you.  It's sort of Aya's attempt at humor, playing off the common use of the word "partner" in English to describe a significant other of the same sex and also the fact that Ken actually is his partner/teammate… Aya's dry humor… I'm gonna stop trying to explain this now.

*itai – pretty much the equivalent of "oww" or "ouch"

*bakayaro – I like the literal meaning of this.  Baka of course means idiot and yaro is "despicable person".  "Idiotic despicable person!"  Um… yeah.  Anyway it is more commonly equated with calling someone a bastard or a jerk. 

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