Author's notes:
I need to do this. These are the wonderful people who keep me going and they deserve all my thanks and more:
Jin, Sardius, Ku-chan, Bess, Siberian, Naomi, Deathangelgw, lorien, sara-chan, Atsureki, phenocrystian, delfin, Keeshe, Kyri, moonraven, Wildfire, morningwinds, LittleIsa, Lola-chan, Whisper Reilman, Allyson, Kamibukurosama, and Yosomi.
Also, my glomps to those who read and reviewed my other fic, Strawberry and Chocolate, esp. those who reviewed both fics! ^^:
Jin (Woohoo! Strawberry-head and Choco-head!!), Ku-chan (Ni Hao Ma?), Sardius, Bess, Lola-chan, Atsureki (write more!), lorien, LittleIsa, Bishie, AngelofShadows, Whisper Reilman, Moonraven, delfin, Yosomi, Laura B, Deathangelgw, gninek, and Keeshe (hey! Save some strawberry ice cream for me!)
I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint any of you. And I hope you don't find the action too slow-moving. There's going to be a lemon here, so those who don't like lemons, go read something sweet like my other fic instead. Hehehe…
Don't own Weiss, who belong to some very lucky people. But if they wana give me Kenken, I sure as hell wouldn't say no! ^-^
Please read on now.
White (tentative title)
Chapter Four - Wrongs in the 'Right'
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'blah blah' = thoughts
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The mission was simple.
Bombay to download the required files containing records of the drug dealer's contacts, then blow up the computer lab. Siberian to stand guard over Bombay. And Balinese and Abyssinian to track down the target separately in the maze-like building and decommission him.
They just hadn't taken into account the extra numbers of guards that would be at the premises.
Despite the hiccup, and some required improvisations, they had managed to finish the job.
On Bombay's reassurance, Siberian had plunged headlong into the fray to help Balinese out of a tight spot. Abyssinian had made the kill.
They had all gone home relatively unscathed, except for Abyssinian, who had a deep slash on his left arm from another katana-wielding, big bear of a bodyguard. Balinese was just a little bruised and battered.
Ken was fine. Ken was fine.
The mission was a success, as Abyssinian reported.
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Aya frowned tiredly as he entered the safe haven of his room. Setting his katana carefully down in a corner, he proceeded to shrug out of his trenchcoat, mindful of the wound on his arm, still oozing blood.
How he wanted to just fuck everything and throw himself down on the bed. He was tired. So tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally.
But he knew he would have to take care of the injury. He was too self-disciplined not to. But he'd taught the bastard who did that to him. Don't think his friends would recognise him when he arrives in hell.
He sighed wearily as he gingerly peeled off the black top he had on, revealing smooth, alabaster skin, one trail of red painting a graceful line down the length of his arm. To Aya, it was just a scratch. He had had worse before. He didn't appreciate the concern he could feel radiating from his brunette teammate on the way home. The ride had been too long.
But now he was alone. Finally.
If Aya had forgotten the saying of never speaking too soon, he was once again reminded of it.
By a knock. An unwanted short knock on a door. His blasted door.
Glaring at the wooden barrier, Aya willed the person away. Though deep inside he knew the glare, even though unseen, would do nothing to deter the potential intruder.
Another knock. Louder this time.
"Aya?" A small, tentative voice called out softly.
Aya continued standing stock still and glaring.
"Aya, can I come in?" the melodious voice came again.
'Go away Ken. Say it! Why can't I say it!'
"Aya, I don't care if you're naked or anything, I'm coming in."
And with that, the door opened to reveal a freshly-scrubbed Ken Hidaka, clad in a white T-shirt and jeans. It obviously hadn't taken him long to shower and change, considering that they had only been back for about ten minutes.
Warm brown eyes met Aya's cold violet ones. Aya frowned harder, noting that Ken was holding in his hands a first-aid kit and a basin with water and a towel in it.
"I don't need your help." A frigid answer, aiming to chill the warmth in those liquid brown eyes, and turn the basin of water into ice.
A flash of hurt shot through those lovely chocolate orbs, but was quickly masked.
"I'm not asking for your permission am I?" Ken retorted, closing the door with finality and striding confidently across the room to place the basin and the kit on the bedside table.
Following his every action, Aya reluctantly found himself admiring the grace in the soccer player's movements, displayed only when he was in Siberian mode, or when he's on a personal mission. Aya realised with apprehension that tonight, Ken's personal mission was himself.
Gathering up his resolve, Aya looked up and met the firm brown gaze, before speaking curtly in a low voice. "I didn't ask for your help and I don't want it. And this is my room Ken."
"So it is. So why don't you make yourself comfortable then?" Ken returned innocently. Then, expression hardening, "As for my help, you don't have to ask for it. You're getting it whether you like it or not."
Stalking right up to Aya, Ken looked him in the eyes, jaw set. "Sit down Aya." Ken ordered, gesturing to the bed. "Or do I have to make you?"
He was tired. So tired. He didn't want to fight anymore tonight. Not with anyone. Not with Ken. It wouldn't hurt to give in this time would it? It was just a teammate helping him with his wound. That's all.
But this was Ken. Not just any other teammate. It was Ken, the one he was supposed to push away.
He must have spaced out for a while. The next thing he knew, there was a soft touch on his arm. One that he instinctively jerked away from.
"Aya?" Ken's voice was softer. And was there a hint of sadness in there? Aya looked up to see dark orbs looking at him with an undecipherable expression. The air in the room suddenly became much heavier.
"Please Aya, just let me do this for you." Ken's eyes were earnest, pleading with Aya to accept his help, pleading with Aya to let him in once more.
When once again, no answer came, and no movement was made to show Aya's acquiescence, Ken lowered his head, adding softly, "I won't say anything if you don't want me to. I'll be quiet."
Reaching out a hand, he gently put it on Aya's shoulder and pushed him back to the bed, this time meeting with no resistance. Aya felt the back of his knees hit the edge and he sank down slowly to sit on the soft mattress.
He kept his stony stare trained on the floor right in front of his feet, though his ears were very much attuned to Ken's movements - the brunette's shuffling to retrieve the basin, and the slight creak of the bed when Ken sank down on it beside him.
His skin tingled when Ken's fingers softly clasped his injured arm, holding it gently while wiping away the blood with the cool washcloth. Ken's touch was careful, tender, as if he was afraid to further hurt Aya, as if Aya was a fragile doll.
Aya closed his eyes, trying to will away the tumultuous feelings rising in him, trying to silence the thumping of his heart that was growing louder by the minute, that was responding to Ken's familiar touch, and his musky, lovely scent.
He took in a quick, needed breath when he felt Ken shifting away, but the reprieve didn't last, for Ken's touch was soon back again, this time brushing light fingers near his wound, as if soothing him for the pain that was to come. The pain from sewing his wound close.
"Gomen ne, Aya. This might hurt a little." Came Ken's soft, apologetic voice.
Aya clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. He didn't know which was more painful, the breaking of his skin under the needle, or the brunette's closeness, a closeness he had to resist.
The pain was soon gone, replaced by the coolness of antiseptic cream. It was funny how the same patch of skin could feel cool and hot at the same time. But that was what Aya was feeling now, the cream's coolness heightening the sensation of Ken's burning touch on him.
'You're a fool Fujimiya. You shouldn't have allowed him to do this. You shouldn't have let him touch you at all.' Aya berated himself wearily. Part of his brain was already shutting down, lulled into comfort by Ken's tender ministrations, lulled into comfort by Ken himself.
A sigh. "It's all done. You'll be fine now." Aya opened his eyes to see his arm neatly bandaged. He studied Ken's work for a while before realising that it was too quiet. Settling his gaze on the brunette, he saw that Ken was staring into the distance, mouth turned down, fingers fidgeting in his lap. What was he thinking about? But part of Aya was afraid to know.
'There's no excuse for him to stay now. Tell him to go.'
But no words came out of Aya's mouth. He didn't want Ken there. But yet he did. Didn't he?
Aya flinched slightly when Ken turned his depthless dark pools on him. The pools were disturbed, and Aya had to struggle against the threat of drowning in them. Yet, he couldn't look away.
"Aya, I…" Ken's voice was trembling. "Gomen… I know I said I'd be quiet. But I…I need to talk to you."
Was that a sense of loss or relief he felt when the dark gaze lowered to Ken's hands, now clutching at the fabric of his jeans? Aya didn't register what Ken had said, too lost in taking in the brunette in front of him. Ken was so close. He hadn't been so close for so long.
"Aya, why…why did you stop coming to my room? Was it…was it something I did?"
Those lips, so soft and pink. He remembered their taste. Their sweet, intoxicating taste.
"Aya?" The slightly desperate tone in Ken's voice snapped Aya's head up. He felt his chest tightening as once more, he was bestowed with the beauty of those dark pools. Were they threatening to overflow?
"Aya, please. What happened?" Ken was trembling now, chocolate eyes anguished. "Please. I need to know."
'No! I don't want to talk about it. Leave it alone Ken.'
Aya opened his mouth. No words came out. Ken needed to go. He wasn't strong enough tonight. Ken needed to go.
"Aya, please, say something!"
'Leave Ken. Leave.'
"Why Aya? Why won't you talk to me?" Ken reached out trembling fingers and gently placed them on Aya's cheek. A small touch, but one enough to further threaten the shattering of Aya's fragile self-control.
A sad smile graced Ken's face as he lovingly ran his fingers over Aya's smooth skin. "You're not going to talk to me are you? You're going to play dumb. You always do."
Aya felt himself shivering. He was cold. Ken's hand was warm. So warm.
"I'll do the talking then." Ken's hand cupped Aya's face, tilting so that the cool violet orbs met his own. His warm brown that had turned so serious.
"Aya…I need to tell you…"
Aya's breath hitched. 'No. No Ken don't say it. Please…"
"I don't know how you'll take this. I don't even know if this is what you want." Ken's voice regained its strength, even as his gaze turned tortured.
'I don't want to hear it! Stop it Ken! Stop it!'
"But I need to tell you Aya. I need you to know." Once again, the sad smile on the brunette's lovely features.
"Aya. Aiishi….."
He had to stop Ken. He had to stop the words leaving his mouth. He didn't want to hear it. Not now. Not ever.
Aya did the only thing he could think of.
Grabbing Ken, he silenced him with a bruising kiss. A surprised gasp came from the brunette, and Aya used the chance to shove his tongue into Ken's warm cavern. Just like the first time, he ravaged Ken's sweet, sweet mouth. There was no tenderness, only a desperate hunger. A hunger he had kept at bay for so many weeks until the brunette's closeness tempted him beyond control. Once again.
Crushing Ken to him, Aya sucked his way up the brunette's tender jawline to his ear, where his tongue plundered, and his teeth bit and nibbled. All thoughts fled from his mind as he heard Ken's aching moan, the brunette clinging for dear life onto Aya in return. Nothing else mattered. Only having Ken in his arms, tasting Ken's smooth skin, and hearing Ken call his name.
As if on auto-pilot, Aya pushed Ken roughly back onto the bed, before throwing himself on top of the quivering brunette, wanting to meld himself into that lovely body. He attacked Ken's neck, lapping at the column, tasting the distinct flavour of Ken, and a hint of salty sweat. Not enough. He wanted, needed more.
Frantic hands tore the clothing from bodies, and it was not long before Aya, fully naked, had Ken in the same condition beneath him. His hands and mouth possessively marked every inch of Ken's bronzed flesh, from his collarbone, to his nipples, down his toned chest, taut stomach, before he buried his face into the warm brown curls surrounding Ken's hardened manhood.
Grabbing Ken's erection, Aya pumped him mercilessly while returning his attention to Ken's mouth, swallowing his moans and gasps and whimpers. A finger teased Ken's entrance, before quickly, yet gently thrusting in, as he savored the feeling of Ken's back arching off the bed at that precise moment, while a strangled cry was torn from the brunette's lips.
He continued his desperate pumping of Ken's arousal while slipping another finger in. He wanted this. He needed this. He needed to know that he was the one making Ken scream out in ecstasy. He needed to hear Ken call his name.
He stared down at Ken's face contorted in pain and pleasure as he pumped more furiously. Ken was near. He could feel it. The quivering, tensing of the brunette's muscles, the desperate way Ken gripped his sides tighter with his lean thighs, the tossing of Ken's lovely head against his dark mattress.
Ken was beautiful.
Ken's scream tore through the night like bells as he came, spilling his warm seed onto Aya's stomach and hand.
And the scream contained two words.
"Aiishiteru! Aya!"
Everything stopped.
Reality came crashing down on Aya as he heard the words he so desperately tried to stop Ken from uttering. Lust-filled haze totally dissipated from his mind as ice-cold dread drenched all over him.
He forgot to breathe. His heart stilled. He froze. He could only stare at the brunette in shocked horror.
He saw Ken looking up at him in confusion and apprehension. He saw Ken reaching out for him. Felt him brushing his fiery bangs away from his shell-shocked eyes. Saw those dark pools threatening to overflow their dams once again.
"Aya?" Ken's voice. Trembling. Hopeful. Scared.
He couldn't move. He could numbly feel Ken's inner muscles clenching over his fingers, still caught inside the brunette's warmth. But his heart felt heavy, leaden, fingers of fear wrapped tightly over the pulsing muscle.
"Aya." Ken was calling him again, voice tender. "Aya, I love you."
And then he bolted. He roughly shoved Ken away, withdrawing his fingers in the process. He jumped off the bed as if it burnt him. Grabbing Ken's clothes from the floor, he threw them savagely at the brunette and snapped coldly, curtly.
"Get out."
Ken stared at Aya in shock. His brown eyes wide with disbelief, pain, and horror.
"Wha..what…Aya?"
"GET OUT!"
He watched detachedly as pain marred Ken's countenance. He watched as Ken bit his lip and a choked sob tore through the air. He watched as those wondrous dark pools finally did burst their dams and overflow.
He watched. And did nothing.
He did nothing, even though he was aching so much inside.
"YOU BASTARD!!"
Ken screamed as, sobbing furiously, he grabbed his clothes and leapt out of the bed, overturning the basin of water in the process. He didn't spare another look at Aya as he ran to the door, wrenched it open, and slammed it on the way out.
The loud bang echoed throughout the room. Or was it echoing in a void? A void in Aya's heart?
'It's better this way. It_ is_ better_ this_ way." Aya thought numbly as he stared unseeing at the growing puddle of water on the floor.
And that was the belief he stoically clung to when he heard the front door slam, minutes later.
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to be continued
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