Author's notes: Well this took a lot longer then I planned. It actually came out a lot different then I was first intending, well hopefully it came out better! Lol I haven't decided yet…. Anyways sorry about the wait but life as always has been really busy.

Warnings: Ok I just wanted to warn everyone that I had originally rated this as pg13… and at the beginning I had no intention of putting limes or lemons (sexual scenes) and what not in this story. But after some long debating with myself I decided to write one in this chapter. And there might be more to come… so this chapter is rated R! and I will most likely change the rating of the whole story but I just don't have time right now. So you have all been warned.

And as always thanks to the reviewers!!! Hope you all enjoy this chapt ^ ^!

Rays of sunlight leaked through the slightly closed blinds of the redheaded leader's room. The sleeping brunette groaned softly as he was aroused from slumber. He tried rolling over on the offending hard surface that his back was painfully pressed against, but an acute pain shot up through his wrist stopping the movement. A heavy warmth on top of his chest also reframed the motion. Ken opened his eyes slightly squinting against the harsh light from the window. After blinking a few times in confusion his eyes finally adjusted to the annoying light. The brunette found himself on the ground in the middle of a room, which looked like a hurricane had burst through it. The weight against his chest happened to be his silent lover resting peacefully on top of him.

Memories from the night before fluttered through his mind and he sighed heavily slamming his head back on the ground. He grimaced in pain not meaning to put his head back as hard as he did. Aya stirred at the noise opening his own eyes and waiting for them to adjust to the light. He glanced around his room disgusted at the mess, until the memories from the night before were recalled. The older assassin grunted lifting himself up off the ground. Neither broke the silence the redhead standing in the middle of the mess while the brunette looked on from his spot on the floor. Finally Aya bent down slightly and reached for Ken's hand to pull the younger man up off the ground. A searing pain shot through the younger man as the elder grabbed his hand.

"No koi." Ken whimpered quickly pulling it away and cradling it back against his chest. Aya glanced on in confusion for a few minutes tell the sick crunch of bones snapping from the night before caught up to him. He finally took in the bruises that had formed over his lover's body during the night, and a sharp pain of guilt flashed through the redhead. "Its not your fault, don't worry about it, its only twisted or something, it'll be fine after I get some ice on it. Though what I am worried about is what got you so upset?" Ken assured already knowing what was going through his lover's head. Aya frowned slightly at his lover's lack of concern for his own injury; he had seen enough broken bones to know that the awkward shape the man's wrist was in would certainly not be fixed with a simple piece of ice.

"Ken you need to see a doctor it's broken." Aya stated firmly the guilt still sweeping over him. He knew how much his lover hated doctors and hospitals and he was the reason the brunette would have to go. Ken's eyes got wide as the older man carefully picked him off the ground.

"Don't make me go! You can fix it perfectly." Ken pouted giving Aya even bigger puppy eyes. Aya frowned again seriously doubting he could do something by himself, he sighed lightly placing ken on the bed. "Seriously though Aya… what happened… I mean it was obvious you were upset… or else none of this would have even occurred." Ken stated gesturing to the room. Aya's features darkened as he was reminded of the events that lead up to his outburst.

"Not now." He stated harshly walking towards the door.

"Aya don't do that!" Ken yelled jumping off the bed. Aya stopped abruptly surprised at the younger assassin's outburst. "Don't block me out! God Aya we've spent so much time trying to get this far! And I'm not just gonna let you up and throw everything away!... please Aya… don't do this to me…" Ken broke off tears welling up in his eyes. It had taken a long time for the redhead to accept to being loved again, and even a longer time for the brunette to get inside the others head, he didn't want to lose the closeness that they had only just got.

Aya's eyes softened slightly glancing over to his lover, he brushed his fingers lightly against the others cheek.

"First we fix this." Aya stated firmly gesturing to Ken's broken wrist. He pulled Ken closer to him enfolding the younger man into a hug. Ken sighed softly burying his head in the older man's chest, he knew he wouldn't get anything out of the other if he didn't comply with his request, so there was really no other choice.

"Alright… fine." Ken muttered as Aya carefully lead them downstairs, he made sure this time not to tug or bump the injured wrist. They entered into the kitchen to find the other two members of Weiss occupied with their own devices. Ken raised his eyebrows glancing towards the clock then to the eldest assassin. Yoji was leaned over the table in front of a cup of coffee, eyes closing drowsily, and Ken could have sworn he saw some drool.

"Don't ruin a perfectly good cup of coffee." Ken joked hitting Yoji lightly on the head with his good hand. "Isn't it a bit early for you to be out of hibernation?" Ken questioned wondering why Yoji had decided to grace them with his presence at such an early hour in the morning. Granted it was almost eight, but that was early enough for the wire wielding assassin, because quite frankly Yoji was definitely not a morning person.

"You want to know why I'm up at this ungodly hour… well I'll tell you… It's because I barely got any sleep last night… and you wanna know whose fault that is?" Yoji grunted glaring at the two offending assassins. "Well I'll tell you, it seems two of the people living here had just a littttle to much fun last night, and you guys certainly didn't help my beauty sleep!" Yoji continued without giving the other two a chance to intervene if they had even wanted to.

"You guys were rather loud last night. I almost thought someone was attacking, until I recognized Ken-kun's voice coming from Aya's room." Omi snickered behind his cup of orange juice. Unlike the oldest assassin the noise didn't seem to bother his sleeping patterns, or else his never ending supply of energy was just that, never ending. Ken blushed slightly when he realized what the other two thought they had been doing to cause all the noise.

"Oh your one to talk!" Ken replied hotly pointing towards Yoji, before he could taunt him anymore.

"It must have been hot." Yoji stated waggling his eyebrows. Ken snorted folding his arms in an act of agitation; he winced a bit when he hit his wrist against his arm. The slight change brought the others attention to the broken wrist.

"Ken-kun are you ok? It looks broken." Omi stated jumping out of his seat to inspect the wrist. It was getting more swollen by the minute.

"Dam it really did get wild last night eh?" Yoji joked giving Ken a meaningful look.

"Heh… well you guys know me… clumsy…"

"Oh Ken.. man we have a mission this week. How can you use your bugnuks with a broken wrist?" Omi rationalized sighing a bit.

"I can still use them once I get a cast on or something." Ken protested having forgotten about the mission. He certainly wasn't going to let the others leave him at home just because of his stupid wrist. Especially with Aya suddenly being a little unstable, there was definitely no way he was missing this mission.

Aya frowned to himself also having forgotten about the mission, he didn't want Ken to go on it with an injury. Missions were dangerous enough, but with a limitation they were deadly.

"It's really a four man job." Omi sighed glancing over his mission plan they had worked out the other day. "I'll just change the positions I suppose, you need to be on the outside where there wont be to much hand to hand combat, Yoji can back up Aya."

Ken sighed lightly, he hated being on the outside, or look out, it was almost always dark, raining, and cold. He supposed that was the best he was going to get though, with three over protective teammates he wasn't going to be doing any hand to hand combat until his wrist was healed.

"Well Yoji and I will open up the shop while you and Aya call a doctor." Omi stated pulling Yoji out of the chair.

"Oh my god your brilliant, break something get out of work, why didn't I think of that."

"Because you have a limited brain capacity." Aya muttered not amused with the other. Yoji just glared as the youngest member pulled him into the shop before a fight could break out. "I'll call a Kritiker doctor." Aya stated going over to the phone and dialing the number.

Truth be told he didn't want Ken to go to a hospital anymore then the brunette did. He didn't trust hospitals infact he down right hated them, he wasn't going to leave his lover in their hands. Not when they had promised him his sister would make a full recover. After years of being in a coma she finally woke up she was suppose to be out of trouble! Then the fools just let her die, there had to be something they could have done, there must have been something they did wrong. It was there fault. Aya was brought out of his thoughts as a resounding crack rang through the room. He glanced towards the wall realizing he had ripped the phone right out of the wall.

"Ran…" Ken started concern dripping from his voice. "You need to talk…" Ken stated softly placing a comforting hand on the redhead's shoulder. Talking was the last thing Aya wanted to do though, he didn't want to talk about it. There was nothing to talk about, he wanted it to go away, he wanted to forget, to forget the pain and emptiness that ached inside him.

With an unexpected burst of energy Aya pushed Ken back pinning him against the table. Ken flinched slightly, the move being completely unexpected.

"Aya…" Ken started unsure of the other man's intentions. Aya bent slightly caressing Ken's lips with his own. He sucked on Ken's bottom lip softly putting pressure on it. Ken's eyes fluttered closed against his will, the sensation of Aya's tongue pushing into his own mouth taking over. Aya released Ken's lips nipping at his neck instead, gentle hands trailed down Ken's back to rest on the curve of the younger man's hip.

"Aya, we're… we're in the kitchen!" Ken protested his heart obviously not really in it. He let out a soft half purr half moan as Aya's tongue explored his neck. It was one of his most sensitive spots and the other knew this.

"Ran." Ken gasped as fingers brushed over his clothed warmth. Aya lifted the younger man onto the table. Plates and Yoji's abandoned coffee fell to the ground but neither payed any attention to it.

"I need you." Aya whispered desperate fingers tracing patterns against the others thigh. Aya's hands slipped under the brunette's shirt making the other's body tingle with need. The brunette shuttered at the others actions, his lover had never sounded so needy before. Of course Ken knew Aya loved him and needed him, but these facts had never been stated so visibly in his actions. Ken could see the desire and love plainly in the others amethyst eyes and also a lingering pain deeper inside. He wished Aya would share with him that hurt, he knew he would in time, but he wanted to fix it right now. He couldn't stand having his significant other in any type of pain.

Ken knew what Aya was doing; he knew Aya was trying to erase whatever had hurt him through Ken. Ken had done the same exact thing once upon a time. He also knew that it may make the other feel better for now, but it would only cover it up, almost like a drug, the pain would come back full force once the other's head cleared again. Ken couldn't bring himself to stop though, if there was something he could do to make Aya better even for just a few minutes then he was willing to do just that. It was obvious that Aya didn't want to face this, and for the moment Ken would comply with his wishes. He wouldn't think about what they were doing, he would just feel.

Ken let his uninjured hand run through the soft red locks of his lover, tangling it slightly as the others hand brushed over his nipples. Aya grunted in frustration as the material of Ken's shirt reframed any more exploring. He quickly ripped the offending fabric off not even bothering with the buttons. He never really liked that shirt anyways. Ken also made quick work of his lover's shirt throwing it to join the remaining shreds of his own on the floor. Tanned hands scanned over pale skin exploring every exposed inch. Ken often bumped his injured wrist but he ignored the pain and concentrated on his lover's body. Aya laid Ken back onto the table warm breath teasing over the brunette's naval. Pale hands traced light paths over his hips dipping into the soft material that hid the rest of the soccer player from the older assassin. Ken helped with the removal of his pants by arching up so the redhead could pull them off. Aya stripped the last of his own clothes before straddling the other man's hips.

Aya lowered himself their lips meeting in a breathtaking battle for dominance. Aya's tongue thrust into Ken's mouth fingers stroking his lover the other gasp and squirm in bliss. Aya knew he should go get something to make this easier for Ken, but the thought of leaving wasn't an option at this moment. He needed to forget and if they stopped he knew there would be no going on.

Aya positioned himself over Ken's entrance and before either could think about it, he thrust into his lover's tight passage. Ken closed his eyes wincing in pain as his hand gripped his lover's hair. He squirmed a bit trying to get adjusted to the feel of the other inside of him. Sharp slivers of pain and pleasure plagued the brunette's body for several minutes. Aya stroke Ken soothingly with one hand, again claiming the younger man's mouth. He brought his other hand to Ken's face caressing his flushed cheek. Ken finally opened his eyes his body adjusted and the pain subsiding to pleasure. He signaled to Aya that he was ok and the elder man rocked his hips until he found that special spot inside Ken that made the other cry out in pleasure. Both men rocked back and forth meeting thrust to thrust. Neither looked away from the other's eyes both sparkling with passion and love. Ken moaned in bliss tightly wrapping his hand once again in red silky hair. Aya's fingers dug into the soft tanned skin of the soccer player, the other's name crying out from his lips as each came with erratic intensity. The redhead's body completely spent fell limply on the younger man's.

Ken cradled the pale body above his own, trailing light fingertips over the others spine. The motion brought Aya back to reality and the extent of his actions came crashing down on him. In less then twenty-four hours he had acted without thinking, each time resulting in the one person he cared about being hurt in some way or another. He was disgusted with himself he shouldn't have used Ken like that. How could he have just used Ken's body as an outlet for his own pain and anger? He wasn't there just for his sexual pleasure and use; he didn't deserve to be used in such a way. Aya pulled out of Ken and quickly gathered up his clothes.

"What's wrong koi?" Ken questioned realizing that there was definitely something now even more wrong then before. Aya didn't bother answering the brunette as he pulled the last of his clothes on. Ken made a move to grab Aya's wrist, but pain shot up through him, his own wrist protesting the move. He cursed softly having forgotten the useless limb. Aya saw the pain ebbed in his lover's eyes and the urge to comfort the brunette strongly made itself present. He ignored it though knowing he had to get out of there, he couldn't do this, he needed to get away. Aya quickly moved to the door while the other man was distracted with the pain.

"Aya wait!" Ken exclaimed jumping up to stop him. His whole body objected to that just as his wrist did and he fell back against the table. With that Aya was gone before Ken could bring himself to move and get dressed. Ken wiped away the remnants of tears that sparkled in his eyes as he slowly gathered what was left of his clothing. He blamed himself for the whole ordeal, he should have been strong enough to resist the older assassin's advances, and he definitely should have done something better to help his lover. How could he make such a mess and things, and how was he going to fix it?

~~Siberian~~

More notes:

Well I have no idea where that came from! LOL it wasn't in the original plot! But oh well, I thought it fit in nicely. Hope you all enjoyed and thanks for reading ^ ^