[DISCLAIMERS] We don't own Ken. Make us say it again and we'll cry!

[AUTHORS] Yoippari & Phenocrystian

[WARNINGS]
Yoippari: I'm messing with Ken's little pea brain…
Yoji: Ken does not have a pea brain.
Yoippari: *gives Yoji a skeptical look*
Yoji: Well… okay, maybe he's not the brightest… *makes a face* Oh, come on!
Pheno: *gives Yoji an amused look*
Yoji: *throws his hands in the air* Fine. If I agree with you, do I get to screw him?
Yoippari: *shifty eyes* Possibly.
Yoji: *with utmost sincerity & feeling* Ken's as dumb as a brick.
Pheno: *waves to readers* Um, gomen ne. Again I've contributed a near zero to this chapter. *hides* Yoippari wrote this all by herself. It's really short but it's my favorite so far. Tell us what you think. *turns and glomps Yoippari*

Um… the thank yous. Right. You wonderful, wonderful reviewers: Lady Iron, kami-chan *glomp*, sho, Lolz, slvrtrinity, Eriol-sama *hug*, curly, fei, pink bunny, fel-chan *GLOMP*, Al, 2948. ellen *blink*, Autumnfire *double blink*, Lady Kickass, newtypeshadow, Ciphercat, Jade *pounce and nuzzle* Oh. And I love Yoippari. *^^*

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was hot.

God, it was so fucking hot.

Ken crouched in the darkness. He adjusted his earpiece, but all he heard was static.

"Dammit," he muttered. What else could go wrong?

Jesus. It was so hot.

He wanted to take off his leather jacket. Badly. But he didn't know what he was up against. Not yet. And with the com out… well, he probably wouldn't know until the enemy was on top of him. If it were a close range fight, he'd need all the protection the tough leather of his jacket could provide.

But damn.

Sweat rolled down Ken's back. Trickled down his scalp.

He was on edge. He knew it. Primarily because of the lack of information given during the briefing. Kritiker didn't know who was behind this. If it was Schwarz… if it was… Ken took a shaky breath and let it out slowly. "Calm down, Hidaka," he whispered to himself. "He can't fuck with you unless you let him."

Ken winced at his own poor choice of words.

Fuck.

He could hear that nasal voice in his head... I'm gonna make you feel so good…

He irritably adjusted the earpiece again. Nothing but static. Godammit. Ken wrenched the tiny device out of his ear and hurled it across the empty darkness. He heard a soft ping as it bounced across the floor. But he couldn't see where it landed. It was dark. Too dark.

Ken moved closer to the door. He was praying this would be over soon. He was roasting. He stumbled over something. Heard a noise. Felt something rush past.

"Shit," he hissed as something wrapped tightly around his forearm. He pulled back, but it was too late.

…I'm gonna make you feel so good…

"No!" Ken snarled into the darkness.

…So good…

The restraint around his arm was cutting into the leather, squeezing tighter and tighter as he was pulled closer to his opponent. Fuck! It was too dark. Where the hell was he?

…Ken-ken…

"Stop it," Ken hissed angrily. Get out of my head!

Laughter. That annoying laughter.

Hands reached for him.

And despite the unbearable heat of the room, the lips that caressed his neck were hotter.

Burning.

"No," he moaned, hands tightening into a fist. But his bugnuks.. his bugnuks wouldn't extend. No. No no no no no. This was not happening. "No," he whispered again, terror creeping up through his body like an icy breath.

He heard the soft laugh. Felt the warm breath gust across his skin. "No?"

Ken's mind raced. It was wrong. The voice was all wrong. It wasn't the heavily accented voice he had expected. This voice was all melted butter and honey.

Yoji.

"Yoji?" Ken's own voice was full of confusion.

The deep chuckle again as the tightness around his forearm eased and the harsh sound of the wire retracting cut through the dark silence.

"Yoji…" Ken repeated again.

And then that mouth was on his. Soft at first, gentle, but Ken wanted more. His lips parted, his tongue sliding along Yoji's pliable, sensual lips.

More.

Ken's mouth opened wider. He fumbled with the zipper at Yoji's throat, dragging it down to Yoji's navel. His hands snaked inside, reaching, touching, caressing bare skin. Yoji's soft sound of encouragement in the darkness.

Oh god.

More.

Ken's mouth opened wider. He wanted Yoji. More of Yoji. He deepened the kisses even further. Tearing up the inside of his cheek with his own teeth as he forced his tongue deeper into Yoji's mouth. He heard Yoji's long, deep growl of a moan. Felt Yoji's hands slip under his jacket, slide under his t-shirt. Those clever hands, burning his skin, sliding over sweat-slickened flesh, nails scraping gently down his ribs.

More.

Ken made a noise of frustration as he devoured Yoji's mouth, sucking on that delicious bottom lip, feeling Yoji's lips return the favor to his own upper lip. More. He wanted more. He could feel the desire, the lust welling up from deep inside. Consuming him. Overwhelming his senses. Destroying his willpower.

His hands stroked down Yoji's taut abdomen, fumbled at Yoji's pants. Goddamit! Ken made another sound of frustration. Why the hell couldn't he get Yoji's pants open? Jesus.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, it occurred to him that he shouldn't be worrying nearly so much about Yoji's hip-hugging trousers. In fact, there was something else he should be worrying about… something very important…

But then Yoji's hands were at the waist of his jeans. Tugging. Pulling, Shoving the coarse denim away.

Fuck.

Yoji's hands pressed against him, and Ken moaned, a low anguished sound of uncontrolled carnal lust.

Oh God. So good.

More.

Jesus. It was so fucking hot. Ken wanted to take off his coat. Shed the heavy thing. Feel Yoji against his bare skin. But he couldn't get it off. And Yoji wasn't helping. Dammit. Yoji, help me take off my coat. Why won't you take the damn thing off?

Yoji's long fingers wrapped around him, pulling, stroking, squeezing. Ken's harsh gasp pulled their mouths apart for a moment. His hands dug into Yoji's hips and his head dropped back.

Oh yes.

Yes.

Ken's mouth fastened on Yoji's again. Hard. Hot. Demanding. His tongue plunged into Yoji's mouth, stroking across Yoji's tongue in rhythmic motions that mirrored the undulation of his hips against Yoji's hand.

More.

Now.

Ken ground himself against Yoji. Deeper. More. He wanted more. He couldn't breathe. Oh god. It was so hot. Yoji's fist tightened around his cock. Oh god, yes, Yoji. Just like that. Fuck. Yoji worked him. Hard. Fast. Yoji's hot breath burning the sensitive skin under Ken's jaw. Yes, Yoji. Yes. More. Come on. Come on, Yoji.

Oh Jesus Fucking Christ. Ken ground himself fiercely against Yoji, nearly suffocating them both as he dragged Yoji's lips back to his, demanded more from Yoji's mouth. Plunging his tongue deep into the heat of Yoji's mouth, swallowing Yoji's moans. God, yes. Fuck, yes. Ken's fingers dug deep into Yoji's hair. God. Yes.

More.

More.

MORE.

Ken cried out as he felt his control slip, felt his body convulse, felt the tremendous wave of ecstasy wash through him, spreading down every single nerve in his body from the tips of his toes to the end of his fingers. Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Ken tossed the heavy blankets aside, gulped in huge heaving gasps of cool air as he sat bolt upright in bed.

"Fuck," he gasped, staring wide-eyed into the darkness of his room.

Abruptly, he clutched frantically at his clothes, stripping them off and tossing them across the room in a frenzy. Then his body went perfectly still, except for the heaving of his chest.

"Fuck," he whispered again.

He collapsed back onto his bed, spread-eagled and stark naked across the sheets, the sweat on his body rapidly evaporating, cooling his overheated skin. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressed the heels of hands over his eyes. Hard.

He did not just dream that.

He did not just dream that.

"Fuck."

:+: OUTTAKES :+:
Yoji: Uh… I didn't get to screw him.
Pheno: Well you sort of did.
Yoji: *blinks* What?! I wasn't even there!! It was a fucking dream!
Yoippari: *snickers*
Ken: *blushes and hides behind the refrigerator*
Yoji: *whirls around, wire drawn* What are you laughing at, bimbo?
Yoippari: *snorts* Bimbo?
Yoji: That's what I said.
Pheno: *tugs on Yoji's sleeve and flashes him her biggest blondest smile* I'm a bimbo, too…
Yoji: *looks at Pheno, bewildered* That wasn't a compliment.
Pheno: *beams* Yes it was. Oh, Yoji. *clasps her hands to her chest and gives a love-struck little sigh* You're so sweet!! *glomps him*
Yoji: *looks around helplessly*
Schuldich: *pulls Yoippari aside* That was nice, mein liebe… What would it take to get one of my own?
Yoippari: What? A wet dream?
Schuldich: *purrrrs* That wasn't just a wet dream, mein liebe. It was sooo much more.
Yoippari: *looks at Schuldich suspiciously* How come all of a sudden I'm "mein liebe"?
Pheno: *bounces over to Schuldich, Yoji in tow* I've got an idea!! Let's make SchuSchu and Yotan do it!
Yoji: *looks Schuldich up and down, scrutinizing him*
Schuldich: *pulls out a tape measure and advances on Yoji's crotch*
Aya: *grumbles* Hn.
Crawford: *nonchalantly pushes Aya out the window and sits down to watch*
Ken: *peeks out from behind the fridge* Psst… Ash. Is it safe to come out now?
Yoji: *pounces Ken*
Schuldich: *pounces both*
Pheno: Oh well, you get the picture. *pounce*

And oh. Another collaboration by the two of us. *insane laughter* You'll have to copy and paste. I personally liked the first and third pics. Yoippari likes Kitty Ken. Heh.
http://www21.brinkster.com/studioeclipse/kenaya.jpg
http://www21.brinkster.com/studioeclipse/yojiken.jpg
http://www21.brinkster.com/studioeclipse/nyah.jpg