Weiß Reiter (White Riders)

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers : Just borrowing them! Don't ask, don't sue.

Warnings : AU, Shonen-ai, OCC, more warnings in later chapters

Notes : Stuff in Italic are thoughts as usual. Changed the name of this fic because The Pony Express sounded so darn lame *nods*

Chapter 5. Frustration

Ran was glad that Ken had gotten the first run. The brunette was just too much for him to handle. Every second he spent near that boy was a second where the redhead didn't have complete control over himself, and that was something he hated. During the two weeks that had past since they all met each and every one of them had changed, some in a good way others in a bad way. Ken smiled more and more, unless Aya was close, Omi seemed to have relaxed slighty and was really fighting to be able to trust them a little. Yoji on the other hand just got worse and worse. The lanky blonde was lazy and was always late when they had work to do. Most nights he returned to the station drunk and stinking of perfume and sex. And Ran? The redhead had changed too and not exactly in a good way. He was constantly scowling at everybody and everything, if anyone got something other than 'Aa' or 'Hn' from him they were so lucky. His face was locked in a callous mask that nothing got through unless he became angry which happened more and more often. 9 times out of 10 the one who triggered his anger was Ken. It wasn't fair and Ran knew it but it was impossible for him to relax with the brunette close to him. The tension between them was thick enough to cut through and Ran was more than well aware of the fact that that tension was sexual. He just didn't understand what the hell was going on. Since when was he insterested others? Not to mention that Ken was a male, not a female. It was wrong and utterly confusing but so help him God, Ran wanted that strong, tanned body pressed against his. Annoyed with himself the redhead attacked his saddle with the cloth in his hand. He wasn't going to give into this, he refused to. There was no way in hell he was going to scratch that itch he had. Ran sighed deeply. If he was so sure about that then how come his eyes followed Ken everywhere?

"Rider coming in," Yoji's lazy voice announced. Brown, blue and amethyst eyes looked towards the road leading up to the station. A cloud of dust was the only thing they could see so far but they all knew what it meant. Quickly Ken jumped into the saddle and turned his horse in the right direction. His body was tense and ready for his first delivery. A young man on a bay horse raced towards him with the familier mail bag in his outstretched hand. With a yell Ken got Raisin moving. They two riders almost colided as the bag shifted carriers. The brunette let out another yell and stormed away along the dusty road. His spotted companion was going at full capacity and the strong muscles shivered in joy. Ken hunched over Raisin's strong neck and felt the wind play in his hair. This was life, just him, his horse and the wind. He was finally being given a break from the stress that had been forced upon him for two weeks. With a smirk on his tanned face the brunette moved his hand to the right, informing Raisin that they should go left. His horse turned in the direction its owner pointed out and kept on racing. Raisin was a strong horse and he could go for some time at that pace but not forever. Ken sank down in the saddle and slowed down the tempo, he wasn't really in such a hurry. He had several hours of riding infront of him and it would be dark once he reached Colorado Springs.

Omi looked up just in time to catch a sight of a rider coming in. The boy glanced to his right and saw that Yoji was ready. Devil shivered from excitement as the lanky blonde pushed his hat further down.
"See you in a few days Omi," he grinned and leaned forward so he could grab the bag Ken would pass on to him. The brunette stormed towards Yoji with his hand streched out. Quickly the bags shifted hands and then the blonde was gone. Dusty and sweaty Ken jumped off his horse and wiped his face. Omi frowned slightly when he saw the bruises that were miscoloring the tanned skin.
"Damn it's hot here," Ken muttered sourly and pulled the heavy saddle from Raisin's strong back. "I think I've eaten a ton of dust!" The brunette placed the saddle on the ground and lead his horse towards the corall. "You wanna go for a swim?"
"Huh? Oh a swim, sure. I'll ask Aya if he wants to come too," Omi answered absently and almost missed the scowl on the brunette's face.
"Oh joy," he growled and again wiped his face. "Bring the Ice Prince, that way we'll make sure the water stays cool enough!" The small blonde raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. There was something going on between Aya and Ken and he wasn't exactly sure what it was. Sparks seemed to fly whenever they were close and there were always the possibility of a fight breaking out.

Ken snarled to himself. God damn how his body hurt and it had nothing to do with all the riding. He had barely touched ground in Colorado Springs before he had gotten himself into a fight. All the frustration he carried inside had almost driven him insane and the long, hot, sweaty ride had done nothing to sooth him despite the promising start. It was all that damn redhead's fault for being so fucking beautiful and completely out of reach. Why did he have to feel a so strong attraction to Aya? It just wasn't fair! Ken pouted to himself and grabbed some clean clothes before he headed back outside again. Omi and the redhead were already waiting for him. The idead of having to see Aya naked again was a torn in his side but what could he do? He dragged his feet as he floowed his to friends towards the lake. How long before the redhead noticed what he was thinking? Ken's mind filled up with images of Aya hovering over him, eyes shining with lust and love as their sweaty bodies grinded together. Stop that! he ordered himself and growled. This was not the time to be thinking about that sort of thing. His body was already under enough pressure as it was. It would only need the smallest reason to act on its desire and that would be embarrassing.
"Omi?" They all turned around at the sound of Clair's voice. Of the five people that lived around the small blonde she was the one Omi seemed most comfortable with.
"You two go ahead," the petit blonde smiled and went skipping towards the young woman. It was amazing to see how Omi was when the fear and uncertainty vanished from his young face. Ken smiled. The youngest of the four boys was very energetic and filled with smiles when he wasn't so busy with being afraid of everybody. In the corner of his eyes the brunette saw how Aya watched him. Frowning slightly he turned ot the redhead.
"Well let's go then, shall we?"
"Aa," Aya agreed and started walking again. Aa was the same as yeah, that much Ken had learnt to understand at least. Together they reached the lake and then nothing happened for a while. Both of them seemed to be hesitating about taking their clothes off. This is stupid, Ken muttered but he made no move to get undressed. Finally it was the redhead who went first. He took off his shirt and started working on the belt in his pants. Ken just couldn't help but admiring the strong pale chest that was before his eyes. Aya's broad back was turned against him and that was in no way any less interesting to look at. If he just could touch that fair skin, taste it, own it… The brunette pulled the brakes on his thoughts when he realized that Aya was staring at him with narrowed eyes.
"Just what are you staring at?!" his deep smooth voice demanded to know.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Ken muttered and really wanted to wipe his mouth just to make sure he wasn't drooling.
"Then stop staring at nothing in my direction!" the redhead snapped with ice lacing his voice.
"It's a free country you know! It's not like I was looking at you!" That was a lie but Ken would rather rot in hell than admitt that he had been checking out his friend.
"Idiot!" Just as every time Aya called him that the brunette's temper flared.
"I'm might be an idiot but at least I don't have a ten foot pole shoved up my ass!" A flash of rage appeared in amethyst eyes but Ken couldn't stop. "You think you're so high and mighty don't you? Always acting like we don't matter to you at all." His voice was hard, provoking and it obviously hit all the right buttons because as soon as the words died out Aya lashed out. His slender fingers grabbed Ken's shirt and threw him to the ground. With a low growl the brunette shot back up on his feet and took a swing at the redhead. They were fighting with a passion but not really hurting each other, not a single blow reached its goal. Suddenly Ken tripped over the small pile of clothes next to him and grabbed a hold of Aya's arm to keep himself up. He caught the other boy by surprise and they both tumbled to the ground.

The redhead stared into brown eyes as his chest heaved. He was more or less lying ontop of Ken and the warmth from that body made his heart pound like a drum. The masculine smell of sweat, dust, horses and leather filled Aya's nose and made his head spin. This was what he wanted, to have Ken pinned to the ground close enough so that he could ravage those soft lips. He just couldn't help himself as he slowly leaned forward. Their noses almost touched and their breaths mixed. Aya felt as if time had stopped, nothing penetrated the dream-like state he was in. There were no other sounds than ragged breaths and fast heartsbeats. Not really knowing what he was doing the redhead tilted his head to the left and pressed his lips against Ken's. The kiss was hard, demanding and it deepened fast. Some part of him warned him about the consequences but he ignored it. Ken was responding, kissing back in the same manner. Aya's tongue darted out and he had barely touched the brunette's lips before he was given access. He slid inside the slightly shorter man's mouth and spun at the feeling and taste. Ken tasted just as he had imagined he would, sweet but masculine. His lips hurt from the force behind the kiss but he didn't care, he just wanted to taste more, feel more. Unfortunately his brain was catching up to him. Shocked by his actions Aya pushed himself away from the brunette and fled. What the hell had he done? Okay so Ken had answered the kiss but still. Calm down, he mumbled in his head, I just got carried away because of the fight. It meant nothing and it will never happen again! But he wanted it to happen again and it had meant everything. Cursing in Japanese the redhead stiffly stalked back to the barack.

Yoji slowed down his horse and reached for his cantine. The dust in his throat threatened to sufficate him, he really should have covered his mouth. Annoyed and sweating like a pig the lanky blonde gulped down some water before he stretched. A snort from Devil made him look up and to the left. Four riders were approaching him fast. Yoji frowned slightly and earged his horse to move faster.
"Hey boy!" one of the four men called out. The lanky blonde turned around and gave him a lazy look but he didn't answer. "Hey, I'm talking you!" Yoji tensed and put his hand over his gun. This was trouble, he could feel it. The man who had spoken to him placed his horse infront of Devil and stopped. "You're one of those Pony Express riders huh?"
"So?" Yoji drawled and tried to move around him.
"Not so fast!" Something cold pressed against the blonde's side. "It's hot so why don't you allow me to lessed the burden for that ugly horse of yours?" The man was tall, big, dirty and smelled badly.
"It's not that hot," Yoji muttered but he didn't move.
"You're a real pretty boy aren't you?" the man chuckled and snatched the bag away.
"Hey we can't all be ugly pigs like you," Yoji snorted and narrowed his green eyes. There was no way in hell he was going to lose that bag on his first run. Without really thinking he gave Devil a kick that sent the massive animal crashing in to the man's smaller horse. The gun in his side disappeared and Yoji drew his own pointing it at the ugly man. "Hand the bag over!" He got it back and carefully moved his horse around the man. "Don't mess with the Pony Express!" Yoji fired a shot and dug his heels into Devil's sides. The huge black and white gelding heaved itself forward as the blonde almost pressed his face into its mane. Another shot was heard and he felt pain flash through his side. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Yoji chanted and ordered more speed from Devil. He was bleeding like a stuck pig but he didn't dare to slow down to check how bad it was. Quickly he turned completely around and raced back towards the station. He would never be able to finish his delivery in that state. His vision was already starting to get blurry and he had a hard time staying put in the saddle.

~TBC~

So Aya and Ken got some hm action on there ne? *chuckles* And poor Yoji got shot! I hope he makes it back to the station. Devil take your owner home okay? Ja/Atsureki