Sleepless Night

By Unproductivity

                "Well, I wasn't exactaly expecting that," Ken admitted as Yohji sat up.  The kiss had been fairly brief because Yohji didn't want to push his luck.

                "You didn't freak out," Yohji said thoughtfully, almost to himself. 

                "Well yeah, I mean, I just got what like, 90% of our fangirls can only dream of." Ken grinned at Yohji, and then put the back of his hand against his forehead for a melodramatic effect. "Aah, I have just been kissed by Yohji Kudou.  I can now die happy!"

                "Shut up."

                "Are... are you blushing?" Ken asked, the smile growing on his face.

                :Aww, isn't that cute. The mega-playboy's got a crush,: a nasal voice said in Yohji's head.

                :Oh god...:

                :Heh.:

                Ken frowned.  "Yohji, are you alright?  You look like - "

                "Like I just got a terrible pain in my head?"  Yohji finished for Ken.  Ken nodded.

                :Aww, now that hurt. You should be nice, Yohji-kun.:

                :Getoutgetoutgetout:

                "You need some painkillers, Yohji? I've got some ibe-"

                "No, no, Ken, but thanks. It's not that kind of pain."  Yohji rubbed his head and silently cursed the German.  Ken looked at his friend in puzzlement and blinked.  Yohji looked up at Ken.  "Think loud, annoying, and orange."

                :Psh. He's never gonna guess me from that. You should have mentioned my long, gorgeous red hair, and my-:

                :It's orange.:

                :It's red.:

                "Yohji, there's no construction going on right now..." Ken had obviously thought construction vehicles were bothering Yohji. 

                "Ken, those are yellow." Yohji smiled down at his friend.

                "Oh yeah... well some are more of an orange..." Ken trailed off thoughtfully.

                :That boy is -:

                :Hey, shutup. He's my friend.:  "C'mon Ken. Think orange. What do you see?"

                Ken thought about it for a bit. "A very large fruit."

                "Well, it's close," Yohji said, holding back a laugh.

                :Hey!!: Yohji cringed as the nasal voice reached levels only dogs should have the privilege of hearing.  :I heard that...: Shludig muttered.

                Suddenly Ken's eyes widened.  "It's that nazi guy!!"

                Yohji couldn't help but fall back on to Ken's chest laughing so hard he thought he might wet his himself. 

                :Damn kitten.: Shludig then decided he'd leave Yohji alone for a bit.

                Ken fought the urge to wrap his arms around the beautiful man laying on top of him.  "Um... are you okay?  Yohji?"

                Once Yohji regained control of himself, he responded. "Yeah, thanks Kenken.  He's gone now. I think you pissed him off, though." Yohji raised his head to look down at Ken.  Ken rolled his eyes.

                "Great. Guess I won't sleep at all tonight."

                :You betcha.:

                "Oh no!" Ken groaned and covered his face with his hands.

                :Ah. I'll leave you guys alone, if you make out again.:

                :What?: Yohji mindspoke.

                "What?!" Ken cried out.

                Yohji looked at Ken. Ken looked at Yohji. "Did...he just... did you hear-" Ken was cut off.

                "Shludig, you little perv," Yohji growled.

                 :What? You both like each other. Might as well make some use of the night,: Shludig suggested.

                Well, neither of the assassians were expecting that.  Gulp.

                "I... we-I... you-" Ken was cut off again by Yohji leaning down and kissing him.

                :Now that's more like it!: Shludig exclaimed in both of their minds.

                Yohji quickly brought up his head, ending the kiss. "Dammit, Shludig. If you're gonna watch or whatever, at least shut the hell up!" Yohji said, not bothering with mind speaking. 

                :You mean, you'll let me watch?: Shludig asked, with mock surprise.

                Yohji sighed and rested his forehead against Ken's.  He opened his mouth to say something, but then a loud knocking sound attracted his attention. He sighed and climbed off of Ken.  "Now what?"

                As Yohji walked off to find the source of the noise, Ken silently cursed his bad luck.  He was secretly hoping that Yohji would follow Shludig's advice.  Shludig could sense this, but chose not to inform Yohji, since the blonde felt the same way.  Guess I better follow him, Ken thought, pushing himself off of the floor.

*      *     *

                "Hey, don't stand there with the door open, Ken. You're letting all of the cold air in," Yohji said.  Both boys were standing outside, trying to find the source of the knocking. Yohji figured it was some kids running around trying to be annoying by knocking on random doors.  He moved to close the door. 

                "N-no, wait! Yohji, don't shut it --" Click. "-yet. It's still locked..."  Ken finished quietly.  Yohji turned to look at Ken.

                "What?" He asked, a hint of fear in his voice.  He looked back at the door and tried the knob. It wouldn't turn. "Damn it." He sighed and let his head fall against the door with a thunk.

                "S-sorry. I-I meant to t-tell you..." Ken said, shivering.  He tried to wrap his arms around his bare chest to warm himself up. 

                "It's not your fault..." came Yohji's slightly muffled reply.  He picked his head up and looked back over at Ken and realized that the brunet was still half naked. "Jesus, Ken, get over here!" He said, walking over to Ken and pulling the brunet over to himself.  Ken stumbled into Yohji's embrace.  Once Yohji had a hold of Ken, he slowly sat down, pulling Ken with him.  Ken sat directly in front of Yohji.  "Hug your knees." Ken did as Yohji said, and then he felt the blonde's arms cover his own.  Then Yohji managed to position his legs around Ken's body to help hold in the heat.  "Now, lean back."  Ken leaned against Yohji, resting his head on Yohji's shoulder. 

                "What are we gonna do, Yohji?" Ken asked quietly. He fought the urge to just close his eyes.  He felt so safe, even if he was freezing.  He really didn't care if he did freeze to death, as long as he was as close to Yohji as he was at the moment. Shludig was right; Ken did like Yohji.  A lot. He wasn't sure if it was actual love, but his feelings were very strong for the playboy. 

                "Well, I don't want to die, and I'm sure you don't either, so waking up Aya is out of the question.  But I got an idea, so don't worry." Yohji slowly rocked Ken and tried to get in contact with Shludig.  :Hey, can you hear me?:

                :Whad'do you want, Kudou?:

                :Um... Me and Ken are locked out.:

                :So?:

                :So, Ken's not wearing a shirt, and he'll freeze to death.  It's like, negative five  degrees out here!:

                :You know, that's only like, ten degrees in the US.:

                :That's nice Shludig, but we're not in the US.: Yohji was getting a little irritated.

                :Hmmm... well, maybe you should warm him up.: Shludig sent along a little image of just how he meant for Yohji to "warm him up".

                :Perv.  And as much as I'd like to, I'd rather do that in a place more...:

                :Romantic?:

                :Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of warm and or comfortable.:  Yohji looked down at Ken.  He was a little worried to see Ken's eyes were closed, but then he heard a soft humming coming from the brunet, and relaxed.  :So, are you gonna help?:

                :Yeah, I guess I could.  I'll be over in a bit with a key.:

                :Alright.  Wait. How the hell do you have a key?:

                :I... it was.... look. Do you want want to get in or not?:

                :C'mon Shludig. I think Ken might really be in trouble.: 

                :Alright  Be there in like, five or ten minutes.:

                "Hang in there, Kenken." Yohji said quietly.

                "Yohji?"  Ken's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at the blonde.

                "Hmm?"

                "I... I-I can't feel them. I can't feel my fingers. Yohji, I-I-" Ken started to get a little hysterical but stopped when Yohji grabbed one of his hands and stuck his fingers in his mouth. 

                "Der. Be-ah?" Yohji asked, speaking around Ken's fingers.  Ken just stared at Yohji with his mouth hanging open.  They sat there for a few minutes, then Yohji came up with an idea.  He took Ken's hand out of his mouth and grabbed the collar of his shirt.  He didn't have on the sweatshirt that he had stolen from Ken (it got in the way during Vanilla), but he was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt.  He ripped the collar a few inches, making the neck hole bigger.  Ken looked at Yohji with amazement and puzzlement.

                "Yohji, isn't that one of your favorites?"

                "Shh. C'mere." Yohji pulled his shirt up and over Ken's head, so both of them were wearing it.  Ken's bare back hit Yohji's bare stomach and Yohji gasped.  "Damn! You're back's cold!" He exclaimed.  Ken closed  his eyes and smiled.  He turned slightly and put his arms around Yohji's torso.  He suprised Yohji even further when he nuzzled against Yohji's neck.

                "So warm..."  He mumured sleepily.  Yohji simply blinked. 

                :Didn't take long for the cold to settle in, did it Kudou?:

                :Leave him alone. Look, he may not be the smartest, but... but...:

                :You love him, don't ya?:  Shludig asked.

                A long pause followed.

                :Are you almost here yet?:  Yohji asked, growing impaitent with the German.

                 Author's Note:  *Cries*  Sorry!!!!! I meant for this to go up a l~ong time ago… but… I dunno.  I was busy and lazy. Therefore, this chapter simply sat in the notebook, being read and edited several times over a period of 3-4 weeks. But, I was late in writing it to begin with too. I didn't start until about New Years or so.  Then I only wrote a little at a time.  Then I wasn't really happy with what I had written, so I fixed it.  Then, I decided I'd type it up while watching the Weiß Das Ewige Dasein concert (which is so, so sad at the end. I cried. Seriously.)  Yeah, I know that a lot of you faithful reviewers wanted a lemon…. A very big 'sorrysorrysorry' to them.  I might write an omake lemon to this fic; once I finish it.  I'm big on reading lemons, but not so much on writing them. I've never written one ever.  So it'll take me a long time to write, probably. But I think I will try.  

                A note on Shludig having the key… I really don't know how he got it either. ^_^ So you all can pretend that he had a fling with Aya or something. I dunno. Whatever y'all want.  Also, with the whole :talky: thing… I got the idea for that kind of format from the mind conversations in Mercedes Lackey books.  ^_^  Shludig kinda reminds me of Yfandes in this fic… That's happy.   So if you were confused, well, I hope that helped.

                Another thing.  I'm gonna start a website.  *nodnod*  Can you guess what it's gonna feature?  Yoken!!  Yup. It's gonna be called, Yoken Happiness! I'm gonna have Doujinshi scans, fanart, and fanfics, plus the occasional random Yoken-ness. If you'd like to donate some Yoken stuff, lemme know! I'm also interested in anyone who would like to translate doujinshi or manga for me. ^_^  I've got several doujinshi, and, in some parts, it's easy to tell what's going on.  ^_~  But others…. (Yes, I do care about the plot)  So, email me.  Lemme know.  Until the next chapter! (hopefully up soon)  Ja ne!

~Unproductivity