Disclaimer:
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to 'Revealing Myself', so if you haven't read that fic yet, I suggest you do so before you start on this one. There may be suggestions or comments in this story that refer to that fic.
I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
- Ken has brown eyes, not blue/green
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for offensive language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
Author's Notes: No, you're not seeing things. Cece has finally gotten her lazy mind out of the gutter and forced herself into writing 'Learning To Accept Him'. I'm hope you enjoy!
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'Thank You's: And more thanks goes out to the following people...
Jin, Teteiyus, tearlesereph, LittleIsa, chibi koneko, Midori Natari Himura, Sardius, Lola, Coppelia, lise, Ayako, gundamesca, Triste, MooMOoMilk, Moku, Krystal Clear, Joanna, Whisper Reilman, sio, Moonraven, fei, Andariel, Rurouni Valeria, Seph Lorraine
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Learn To Accept Him:
Chapter Two: You Wanna Do 'What'?
Ken's Point-Of-View:
The soccer game ended nearly an hour ago and yet we are still curled up together on the warm and comfy couch, listening to nothing but our steady breathing. His arm is wrapped possessively around my waist as my head is tucked under his chin. It is moments like these I love to savour. It becomes so easy to simply forget about everything around us, including our troubled lives.
However, moments like these are always, and I mean -always-, interrupted. Not to mention, they bring my wandering mind back to reality.
The redhead beside me shoves at my shoulder lightly, hoping to arouse me from whatever cloud I was on.
"Hm?" I ask, lifting myself up and stretching my arms above my head.
His arm is still wound about my waist. "It's getting late." he states, softly.
I sigh. I don't want to get up from my position. Aya's just too comfy.
Deciding to poke some fun at him, I tell him so. He responds with a small snort. "My body shouldn't be used as a couch."
I grin. "Nah... More like a cushion." I tell him, emphasizing the point by snuggling my head against his warm chest. His large, pale hand brushes my brown hair away from my eyes, resting them on the back of my head. His body relaxes, once more. We stay in this position for another ten minutes or so before my boyfriend breaks the silence, again.
"Let's go to bed."
I squeeze my eyes shut, in protest. "No." I saw, firmly.
He sends me another shove, yet I don't give in. Finally fed up with my rebellious nature, he wraps his arms around my body and lifts me off the couch. I grumble into his sweater about the lack of warmth this action brings me. He only chuckles lightly in response.
Deciding that neither of us needs our pajamas tonight, to sleep, Aya proceeds to set me down on our bed. Yes, it's our bed now. Not two weeks after we got together, I decided to move into his apartment. I -did- suggest that we live in my room, but for some reason, Aya cannot stand the sight of dirty clothes and misplaced items strewn about the room in an unorderly fashion.
However, living with my obsessive compulsive leader has taught me many things. He has rules. -Many- rules. You don't understand how much suffering I had to endure for the first couple of weeks in his apartment! I had to... God, I can't even say it! I had to... -Clean- up after -myself-! Oh, how horrific an experience it was to constantly fold my clothes, wash the dishes, wipe the tables... The list goes on and on.
Alright, alright. So I exaggerated a -little- but, seriously, does he really have to be so... Clean? It's not as if we're constantly expecting a visitor! The only other people who step foot in our home is Omi and Yoji, and even they're too wound up in their own personal relationship to give a shit about our apartment.
I eventually got use to his routine. Leave a mess, clean it. See a mess, yell at the person who caused it. Are you wondering how many times -I- get scolded per day? Last time I counted, it was about two times. But that's a great improvement compared to the first few weeks of living with him! He had yelled at me about six times a day. I'm getting better at this whole cleaning thing, even though he doesn't admit it.
Aya and I resume our cuddling position, on his bed. This is another part of our lives that had suddenly became routine. There is never a night where we're not holding one another. That is, unless we get into a big argument over something trivial or we accept a mission that takes up our whole night.
I move around a little until my head is upon is chest. I love listening to the dull beating of his heart, since it lulls me to sleep. It's just the knowledge that he's here, alive and well, that keeps me at peace.
Did I mention that another part of our nightly routine is to also have a good make out session? This is what Aya proceeds to do as he lifts my chin up, gently, to stare into my eyes before descending his head. His lips touch mine and I willingly part my own to allow his tongue to further explore his territory.
He rolls our bodies over so he can be on top. I have no problem with this. After all, I'm not the experienced one. I'm still learning.
Aya continues to ground his mouth into mind as his tongue roams about my mouth, scraping against my gums and my teeth. As disgusting as this sounds, it's probably the most erotic thing I've ever experienced in my life.
However, I prove myself wrong when I feel his warm hands lift up the hem of my T-shirt. His hands proceed to rub against my heated skin, sending me shivers down my spine. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I return his kisses as fervently. My fingers tangle themselves through his silky red hair as our tongues dance together with desire. I hear him moan out my name as he trails his lips across my cheek. When his wet tongue lashes out to meet the rim of my ear, I groan in response.
"Aya..." I breath out. I feel like I'm unable to control my longing. It's as if there's something missing and we need to proceed with our actions to finally demand our release.
His lips claim mine once more as his hands continue to roam my back. Lower and lower they go, until they reach my pants. I am startled, to say the least, when he begins to fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans. What the hell...?
"A-Aya?" I question, nervously.
"Ken..." he moans, when he successfully unbuttons my jeans. He continues to lap at my collar bone when I turn my head away from his desperate lips. This is getting a little weird...
"Aya..." I begin, shrugging his frantic arms away from my body. "S- Stop..."
Unforunately, my protests are unheard admist my boyfriend's rapid breathing. When I feel a large hand cup my buttocks, my eyes widen enormously before I bring my arms to his chest and shove him away harshly. Startled from the sudden loss of my body, Aya tries to focus his eyes on my heaving chest.
"K-Ken...?" he asks in confusion. I watch as his deep, amethyst eyes trail down the length of my body towards my open pants. He then settles himself on his heels before staring at me in the eye, which can be very unnerving. "You don't want this?" he questions, narrowing his eyes at me. I can't help but gulp.
"N-N-Not yet..." I respond, nervously. Then, I frown in return. Didn't he say he would wait for me? Didn't he accept the fact that I'm just not ready? "You said you would wait!" I exclaim, accusingly.
"It's been eight months!" he shoots back, angrily. Whoa... Eight months? Already?
"Already?" I ask, eagerly. This has been my longest relationship, yet! I'm so happy that nothing was able to get in between our relationship --
"Ken!" Aya exclaims, breaking me out of my short reverie.
Startled, I look up at him and smile sheepishly. "Sorry..." I say.
He glares at me. I guess his hormones are finally kicking in. Or maybe he has just been holding them off for me. One more look into his eyes tell me that it's the latter. "So..." I begin. "You... Want to..." Even without saying the word, simply -implying- it brings a deep blush to my cheeks.
"Yes!" he exclaims in exasperation. I gulp. This is completely uncalled for. However, he seems so eager to...
"I...I..." What am I going to say to him? Refuse again? Or should I just go with it? It's only... You know... -That- after all.
Realizing that I won't be answering anytime soon, Aya decides to leave. Again, I am startled by his sudden course of action. Where the hell is he going, now? It's past midnight!
"A-Aya...?" I ask, timidly. His stiff shoulders indicate what kind of mood he's in. When he's happy, his shoulders are completely relaxed. When he's angry, his shoulders are completely stiff. When he's furious, his shoulders tremble slightly.
All I have to say is, thank God his shoulders aren't trembling.
"Aya?" I call for him again, tentatively. He's rummaging through the closet, looking for his jacket no doubt.
I heave a sigh. Why does he have to do this? It's no big deal! Can't he wait just a little bit longer?
"Aya, come on!" I exclaim in frustration. "It's not like we -have- to do this!"
He sends me a glare. "No," he responds, coldly. "We -don't- have to do this."
I quirk my brow. Okay, then... He just sent me into a pit of confusion. "Well, then. What the hell's wrong?" I exclaim, angrily.
Turning his back towards me, he stalks off with his jacket on. So he's just going to leave it at that? No answer? No apologies? No nothing?
As the door closes, I can't help but narrow my eyes, furiously, at the wooden entrance. Looking around myself, I grab the nearest pillow and throw it at the door for good measure.
Hah! Take that!
...To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes: Again, I apologize for the amount of time it took for me to update this story. I'll use the same excuse I've been using for the other stories I've been apologizing for: school. Blame school!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as well. I wasn't sure about what I should write, just that I should write -something-!
Whee!! Guess what! I got my own -blog-! Yay! Hehe, I don't know why I'm so excited about it. I guess it's because now I'm able to vent out my frustration without hurting anyone. If anyone would like to know what the hell's going on in my screwed up little mind, visit http://ceceswish.deep- ice.com.
Now, please review/comment!
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to 'Revealing Myself', so if you haven't read that fic yet, I suggest you do so before you start on this one. There may be suggestions or comments in this story that refer to that fic.
I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
- Ken has brown eyes, not blue/green
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for offensive language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
Author's Notes: No, you're not seeing things. Cece has finally gotten her lazy mind out of the gutter and forced herself into writing 'Learning To Accept Him'. I'm hope you enjoy!
***
'Thank You's: And more thanks goes out to the following people...
Jin, Teteiyus, tearlesereph, LittleIsa, chibi koneko, Midori Natari Himura, Sardius, Lola, Coppelia, lise, Ayako, gundamesca, Triste, MooMOoMilk, Moku, Krystal Clear, Joanna, Whisper Reilman, sio, Moonraven, fei, Andariel, Rurouni Valeria, Seph Lorraine
***
Learn To Accept Him:
Chapter Two: You Wanna Do 'What'?
Ken's Point-Of-View:
The soccer game ended nearly an hour ago and yet we are still curled up together on the warm and comfy couch, listening to nothing but our steady breathing. His arm is wrapped possessively around my waist as my head is tucked under his chin. It is moments like these I love to savour. It becomes so easy to simply forget about everything around us, including our troubled lives.
However, moments like these are always, and I mean -always-, interrupted. Not to mention, they bring my wandering mind back to reality.
The redhead beside me shoves at my shoulder lightly, hoping to arouse me from whatever cloud I was on.
"Hm?" I ask, lifting myself up and stretching my arms above my head.
His arm is still wound about my waist. "It's getting late." he states, softly.
I sigh. I don't want to get up from my position. Aya's just too comfy.
Deciding to poke some fun at him, I tell him so. He responds with a small snort. "My body shouldn't be used as a couch."
I grin. "Nah... More like a cushion." I tell him, emphasizing the point by snuggling my head against his warm chest. His large, pale hand brushes my brown hair away from my eyes, resting them on the back of my head. His body relaxes, once more. We stay in this position for another ten minutes or so before my boyfriend breaks the silence, again.
"Let's go to bed."
I squeeze my eyes shut, in protest. "No." I saw, firmly.
He sends me another shove, yet I don't give in. Finally fed up with my rebellious nature, he wraps his arms around my body and lifts me off the couch. I grumble into his sweater about the lack of warmth this action brings me. He only chuckles lightly in response.
Deciding that neither of us needs our pajamas tonight, to sleep, Aya proceeds to set me down on our bed. Yes, it's our bed now. Not two weeks after we got together, I decided to move into his apartment. I -did- suggest that we live in my room, but for some reason, Aya cannot stand the sight of dirty clothes and misplaced items strewn about the room in an unorderly fashion.
However, living with my obsessive compulsive leader has taught me many things. He has rules. -Many- rules. You don't understand how much suffering I had to endure for the first couple of weeks in his apartment! I had to... God, I can't even say it! I had to... -Clean- up after -myself-! Oh, how horrific an experience it was to constantly fold my clothes, wash the dishes, wipe the tables... The list goes on and on.
Alright, alright. So I exaggerated a -little- but, seriously, does he really have to be so... Clean? It's not as if we're constantly expecting a visitor! The only other people who step foot in our home is Omi and Yoji, and even they're too wound up in their own personal relationship to give a shit about our apartment.
I eventually got use to his routine. Leave a mess, clean it. See a mess, yell at the person who caused it. Are you wondering how many times -I- get scolded per day? Last time I counted, it was about two times. But that's a great improvement compared to the first few weeks of living with him! He had yelled at me about six times a day. I'm getting better at this whole cleaning thing, even though he doesn't admit it.
Aya and I resume our cuddling position, on his bed. This is another part of our lives that had suddenly became routine. There is never a night where we're not holding one another. That is, unless we get into a big argument over something trivial or we accept a mission that takes up our whole night.
I move around a little until my head is upon is chest. I love listening to the dull beating of his heart, since it lulls me to sleep. It's just the knowledge that he's here, alive and well, that keeps me at peace.
Did I mention that another part of our nightly routine is to also have a good make out session? This is what Aya proceeds to do as he lifts my chin up, gently, to stare into my eyes before descending his head. His lips touch mine and I willingly part my own to allow his tongue to further explore his territory.
He rolls our bodies over so he can be on top. I have no problem with this. After all, I'm not the experienced one. I'm still learning.
Aya continues to ground his mouth into mind as his tongue roams about my mouth, scraping against my gums and my teeth. As disgusting as this sounds, it's probably the most erotic thing I've ever experienced in my life.
However, I prove myself wrong when I feel his warm hands lift up the hem of my T-shirt. His hands proceed to rub against my heated skin, sending me shivers down my spine. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I return his kisses as fervently. My fingers tangle themselves through his silky red hair as our tongues dance together with desire. I hear him moan out my name as he trails his lips across my cheek. When his wet tongue lashes out to meet the rim of my ear, I groan in response.
"Aya..." I breath out. I feel like I'm unable to control my longing. It's as if there's something missing and we need to proceed with our actions to finally demand our release.
His lips claim mine once more as his hands continue to roam my back. Lower and lower they go, until they reach my pants. I am startled, to say the least, when he begins to fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans. What the hell...?
"A-Aya?" I question, nervously.
"Ken..." he moans, when he successfully unbuttons my jeans. He continues to lap at my collar bone when I turn my head away from his desperate lips. This is getting a little weird...
"Aya..." I begin, shrugging his frantic arms away from my body. "S- Stop..."
Unforunately, my protests are unheard admist my boyfriend's rapid breathing. When I feel a large hand cup my buttocks, my eyes widen enormously before I bring my arms to his chest and shove him away harshly. Startled from the sudden loss of my body, Aya tries to focus his eyes on my heaving chest.
"K-Ken...?" he asks in confusion. I watch as his deep, amethyst eyes trail down the length of my body towards my open pants. He then settles himself on his heels before staring at me in the eye, which can be very unnerving. "You don't want this?" he questions, narrowing his eyes at me. I can't help but gulp.
"N-N-Not yet..." I respond, nervously. Then, I frown in return. Didn't he say he would wait for me? Didn't he accept the fact that I'm just not ready? "You said you would wait!" I exclaim, accusingly.
"It's been eight months!" he shoots back, angrily. Whoa... Eight months? Already?
"Already?" I ask, eagerly. This has been my longest relationship, yet! I'm so happy that nothing was able to get in between our relationship --
"Ken!" Aya exclaims, breaking me out of my short reverie.
Startled, I look up at him and smile sheepishly. "Sorry..." I say.
He glares at me. I guess his hormones are finally kicking in. Or maybe he has just been holding them off for me. One more look into his eyes tell me that it's the latter. "So..." I begin. "You... Want to..." Even without saying the word, simply -implying- it brings a deep blush to my cheeks.
"Yes!" he exclaims in exasperation. I gulp. This is completely uncalled for. However, he seems so eager to...
"I...I..." What am I going to say to him? Refuse again? Or should I just go with it? It's only... You know... -That- after all.
Realizing that I won't be answering anytime soon, Aya decides to leave. Again, I am startled by his sudden course of action. Where the hell is he going, now? It's past midnight!
"A-Aya...?" I ask, timidly. His stiff shoulders indicate what kind of mood he's in. When he's happy, his shoulders are completely relaxed. When he's angry, his shoulders are completely stiff. When he's furious, his shoulders tremble slightly.
All I have to say is, thank God his shoulders aren't trembling.
"Aya?" I call for him again, tentatively. He's rummaging through the closet, looking for his jacket no doubt.
I heave a sigh. Why does he have to do this? It's no big deal! Can't he wait just a little bit longer?
"Aya, come on!" I exclaim in frustration. "It's not like we -have- to do this!"
He sends me a glare. "No," he responds, coldly. "We -don't- have to do this."
I quirk my brow. Okay, then... He just sent me into a pit of confusion. "Well, then. What the hell's wrong?" I exclaim, angrily.
Turning his back towards me, he stalks off with his jacket on. So he's just going to leave it at that? No answer? No apologies? No nothing?
As the door closes, I can't help but narrow my eyes, furiously, at the wooden entrance. Looking around myself, I grab the nearest pillow and throw it at the door for good measure.
Hah! Take that!
...To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes: Again, I apologize for the amount of time it took for me to update this story. I'll use the same excuse I've been using for the other stories I've been apologizing for: school. Blame school!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as well. I wasn't sure about what I should write, just that I should write -something-!
Whee!! Guess what! I got my own -blog-! Yay! Hehe, I don't know why I'm so excited about it. I guess it's because now I'm able to vent out my frustration without hurting anyone. If anyone would like to know what the hell's going on in my screwed up little mind, visit http://ceceswish.deep- ice.com.
Now, please review/comment!
