Chapter 8
Summary: Aya has just kissed Ken. Yohji and Omi have encountered the bad guys at a club. Yohji's finally realised Omi's not a little kid and they're just run into Omi's dirty dancing partner that Yohji recognises from a previous day.
BIG apologies to the people who have reviewed this fic… BIG thanks to those who have asked me about this fic whilst I've been off in the big hole of doom that is the PoT fandom. (That anime should come with a warning before you watch it!) Gomen ne! Hope people will still wanna read this…
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Here's a little summary of the timeframe so far (I needed it – so maybe you do too):
Day 1: Mission received.
Day 2: Weiss meet Kawasaki's. Ken yells he doesn't love Aya – and Aya overhears. Yohji goes clubbing with Ken. They see Omi, or is it?
Day 3: Ken and Aya be bodyguards and share a room at the end of the night.
Day 4: Ken wakes up hugging Aya and falls out of bed. Ken goes jogging with Yohji. Aya and Ken eat dinner together. Yohji and Omi go to the club.
Note: Is anyone else annoyed by this QuickEdit tool? It takes out all my section breaks and doesn't let me add any white space (I'm a fan of white space). Can anyone help me pls?
- Y&O -
All Yohji could see was the guilty expression on Omi's face.
"Ah… Na… What are you doing here?" Yohji gave a start of surprise as Omi started to greet the boy by name, quickly asking a question before the boy's complete name could be revealed.
The boy with black hair reached out to grasp Omi's hands eagerly as he launched into a conversation. He had a slight build, however those thin arms were all muscle. He was dressed as dangerously as Omi and as the two boys stood close to each other, all Yohji could see was a perfectly matching pair.
Blonde and black. Similar height. Similar boyishly slim figures. Both were decked out in skimpy outfits showing lots of skin. The way they looked together was a shonen-ai fantasy.
Yohji surreptitiously shifted as his pants suddenly felt just a little bit tighter.
"I'm just here with a friend." Yohji heard Omi saying. Well more like yelling, since it was loud in the club, the live act having begun their set.
"I see." His friend nonchalantly looked Yohji up and down before leaning in to whisper into Omi's ear. Obviously it was so they could hear each other, but Yohji knew better. A soft breath into a potential partner's ear was quite a successful ploy.
Omi smiled before leaning in to whisper back into the boy's ear.
Yohji had never wanted to leave a club so fast in his entire life. He wanted to grab Omi's hands out of that other boy's and take him as far away as possible. And what was that? Omi had called him a friend?
He gritted his teeth and stepped closer to Omi.
"Omitchi, time to go."
Two sets of blue eyes looked up at him.
The black haired boy laughed. It was a husky sexy sound. "I'll see you soon, Omi."
Once again Yohji noted the familiarity of address. Omi was already nodding and smiling at the boy.
The boy leaned in again to whisper a last message. A split-second glance was all Yohji got as warning before Omi's friend was claiming a farewell kiss. And it wasn't one of those chaste on-the-cheek kisses either.
Yohji was sure his mouth was hanging open. He glared at the brat, but his rival had already closed his eyes, not caring about Yohji's reaction and simply enjoying the moment.
An appreciative audience yelled rude comments urging the two kissers on.
Yohji felt a sense of deja-vu. Omi HAD been the boy at the club. His sweet little Omitchi had a boyfriend?
The two boys in front of him reluctantly parted. Although the reluctance seemed to be from Omi's friend's.
"I'll be seeing you." The way the boy said it sounded like a promise.
Omi merely nodded and turned to Yohji. "Ee… Ready to go Yohji-kun?" He didn't sound particularly embarrassed but there was a slight flush on his cheeks.
"So Omi, who the hell was that?" Yohji raised an eyebrow.
"Just a friend. Let's go. We have an audience."
Yohji belatedly realised that quite a few eyes were still remaining on them and as he didn't want to attract the attention of their target, he nodded curtly and indicated that Omi should begin to leave.
Yohji followed Omi closely out of the club, his gaze lingering on the way Omi's pert butt moved in the hotpants.
When realisation struck, Yohji felt like someone had sucker punched him. Kami-sama. He was checking out Omi. Like checking him out in the way of a potential conquest type of way.
Ahead of him, Omi was approached by a bystander and Yohji scowled as he prepared to tell the guy where to go.
Before he could say anything, Omi had already fended off the approach. And Omi was good at it, Yohji realised with surprise.
No, Omi wasn't a kid anymore. The blonde cutie had grown up, was being hit on by older men and had a boyfriend.
Yohji wondered why he felt so depressed.
- A&K -
Ken didn't want to open his eyes. He was afraid that if he did, Aya wouldn't be kissing him after all and he'd awaken disappointed in his own lonely bed.
"Ken." Aya's deep voice was so damn sexy. Ken loved how Aya said his name. He had such a boring name, but when Aya said it, suddenly it became interesting.
"Open your eyes for me." The whispered command was softened considerably by the trail of light kisses over his right cheekbone.
"Don't wanna," replied Ken. This was his dream, damn it! He could do anything he wanted.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not ready to wake up yet."
There was a slight pause. "You're not awake?"
Ken frowned. Why was Aya asking him so many questions?!
"This is all just a dream and soon I'll wake up by myself." Ken was wondering why he needed to explain so many things to Aya.
"I see." The low chuckle reverberated through Ken's body like a wave.
"You should laugh more. You have a sexy laugh." Ken murmured. He snuggled closer.
"I'll keep that in mind," was Aya's reply before he resumed kissing a path down the side of Ken's cheek.
Aya's lips skimmed over Ken's earlobe causing shivers down Ken's spine. However they didn't stop there, moving onto Ken's neck. Ken obligingly tilted his head giving Aya better access.
"Aya… Ohhh…"
Aya slowly licked downwards.
The next moment, Ken's eyes flew open. "Ouch! What the fuck?! Did you just bite me?" He clasped a hand against the site of stinging pain on the side of his neck.
"Yes." Aya looked a bit smug. "I wanted to see your eyes."
"Why didn't you just ask then instead of biting me?" grumbled Ken.
"I did."
Ken blinked. It wasn't a dream. He wasn't sleeping. He was standing in a deserted carpark with Aya in front of him. Aya's arms were wrapped around Ken's waist.
Aya's lips lifted into a half-smile. "Awake yet, Ken?" He pulled Ken closer as he spoke and Ken blushed as he felt Aya's hips pressing against his own.
"How can you still blush?" Aya stroked one finger down the flushed skin in question.
"Aya…" Ken was dying of mortification. What else had he said in the past few minutes? He wracked his brain trying to think. Aya probably thought he was an idiot.
"Let's go home." Aya released Ken and stepped back.
'He DOES think I'm an idiot,' thought Ken, 'No wonder he let go of me.' He looked at the ground.
His body already missed the warmth of Aya's causing him to shiver.
"I knew you were cold." Aya sounded exasperated.
"Nah, I'm not." Ken shook his head.
"Hn." Aya's monosyllable sounded sceptical.
"I'm serious! I'm fine. I've got your jacket." Ken pulled at the collar self consciously.
"Well… let's go then."
Ken nodded and dug out the keys from his pocket.
"Are you okay to drive?" Aya looked at Ken.
"I'm fine." Aya nodded at Ken's comment and motioned for Ken to get on the bike.
Ken stood his ground. "Aya… I wanna tell you---"
"Later Ken. Tell me later." Aya interrupted.
"But…" Ken protested.
Aya pulled on his helmet, ignoring Ken's objection. Ken stifled his half annoyed, half expectant sigh and put his own helmet on.
Once Aya decided something, then that was that. It made him a little mad, but they were going back home together. Ken wasn't the world's most patient person, but he could wait until they got home before saying anything.
Besides, Aya would be riding behind him again. The thought made his heart pound in anticipation. Aya's arms around him again. Ken smiled. He liked the thought.
He revved the engine as Aya got on.
Aya wrapped his arms around Ken's waist and it felt so good that Ken just sat there for a few moments before he realised Aya was speaking to him.
"Ken. Are you okay?"
Ken flushed within the confines of his helmet. What was he doing? He had to stop acting like an idiot in front of Aya.
He kicked up the brake stand and they were off.
All the way home, Ken wondered what would happen when they arrived back at the Koneko.
- Y&O -
They got out onto the street and started to walk towards the car.
"So where's your friend from?" Yohji lit up a cigarette.
"You know those things are gonna kill you?" Omi frowned at the smoke.
"Yeah yeah. I don't plan to live that long anyway. So?" Yohji waved a hand nonchalantly.
"He's a friend of a friend." Omi explained casually. "I've met him a few times and we get on really well."
"I can tell." Yohji said sharply. Omi turned to look at him but they reached the car at that moment and Yohji got hurriedly in the Seven.
He wanted to get home to that bottle of whisky that he kept under the bed. He wanted to forget this evening. Forget that Omi was interested in someone else.
Omi got in and turned towards Yohji. "Yohji-kun, are you okay? You don't look so good." He put a hand on Yohji's knee.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Yohji busied himself putting on his seatbelt, willing himself to ignore the pressure of Omi's smaller hand on his leg. "Put on your belt and let's go."
"No Yohji-kun, not until you tell me what's wrong." Omi had his stubborn face on.
Yohji forced his face to smile as he half turned to the young blonde. He didn't want to look directly at Omi. Omi's big blue eyes were highly discerning – he wasn't the strategic leader of Weiss for no reason. "I'm fine. Just thinking about tomorrow night."
"Are you worried about tomorrow?" Omi wasn't backing off, but Yohji thought he might have steered Omi onto a safe topic. Lucky.
"We don't know how many people are going to be at the party. The security looks pretty tight, but we should be able to get through. But time is of the essence and I don't know how long you'll need to be in there by yourself before we get there." Yohji frowned at the thought. Especially the last thought. Who knew what that pervert Satou was gonna want Omi to do? He knew Omi could take care of himself, he'd just seen the boy in action, but dammit, he was still worried.
"I can take care of myself." Omi echoed Yohji's own thoughts.
"I know you can. But I worry about you, y'know." Yohji placed a hand on Omi's shoulder, smiling as Omi's belligerent look faded to be replaced by a return smile.
"You're such a worrier Yohji-kun! I'll be fine until you get there." Omi rolled his eyes but his smile didn't diminish.
Yohji's heart twisted painfully at the way Omi was looking at him. The way Omi had said 'you' – what did he mean by that? Omi meant Weiss right? But just for one second Yohji imagined himself as Omi's rescuer. He'd sweep in and kill any of those bastards who'd laid a hand on his Omi!
Hold on. Omi wasn't his. Omi already had a cute little boyfriend. Damn.
"Well, let's get going. Gotta check in with Aya, and then we have some planning to do." Even if Omi wasn't his, Yohji was determined to protect him.
Omi gave Yohji a funny look as he settled back into his seat and attached his seatbelt. "I'm sure Aya-kun and I will come up with a suitable plan."
Yohji turned the key in the ignition. Oops. He had to watch himself. He usually left the strategic planning to Omi and Aya, helping out only when he was specifically asked to. But today he felt he needed to be able to contribute to the plan where Omi was being used as bait. However if Omi felt the planning was under control then Yohji wouldn't force the issue.
"Well maybe Kenken will be back and wanna watch the game with me tonight then," Yohji said in what he hoped was a casual manner.
He did want to talk to Ken anyway. He smiled to himself thinking about Ken and the last phone conversation with Aya. Hopefully Ken had gotten somewhere with Aya tonight. He'd have to corner the brunette and find out what happened. It wouldn't be hard – Ken couldn't prevent his true emotions from showing in his eyes and he was a terrible liar.
While Yohji was lost in his thoughts he missed the sharp sideways look from Omi. When he did glance over out of the corner of his eye, Omi was gazing serenely out the window. Yohji shifted up a gear and stepped on the gas – the sooner they got back, the sooner he could be alone to nurse his pain.
- A&K -
Ken pulled up the back of the flower shop and turned off the bike's engine.
Aya got off and pulled off his helmet, hurriedly running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to straighten it.
Ken looked on entranced at the graceful way Aya moved and the contrast between Aya's white skin and his red hair. He managed to glance away before Aya noticed. He'd gotten progressively more and more nervous as they'd gotten closer to home. What was going to happen now? What would Aya say? Should he tell Aya his true feelings? Aya had kissed him, but what did that really mean? Was it a once off? Would it ever happen again?
He trailed behind the redhead as they made their way into the house. No lights were on. Obviously Yohji and Omi were still out.
"Tea?" Aya stopped in the hallway to look back at Ken.
"Sure." Ken followed Aya into the kitchen. His stomach was full of butterflies and a cup of tea might soothe them.
Aya turned on the light and as Ken looked at the slim redhead in front of him, he changed his mind. No amount of tea was going to soothe his nerves tonight.
He wanted to reach over and shake Aya and demand to know what the redhead was thinking. Was he serious? What did he really think of Ken? Did Aya see a future for them? Should he wait for Aya to say something first?
Ken merely sat down at the table, wiping his slightly sweaty palms on his jeans. He propped his chin on his arms and watched Aya move around the kitchen, putting the water in the kettle, getting the tea leaves out, getting the cups out.
Ken sighed silently. The suspense was killing him. But he didn't know what to say and how to start, so he said nothing, anxious but happy to watch the pretty domestic picture that Aya made.
After a few minutes the kettle boiled and Ken watched Aya poured water into the teapot and set it on the table.
Aya moved to the fridge and bent over as he reached inside. Ken looked at Aya's taut backside outlined in black jeans and almost choked on his breath.
He luckily resumed breathing as Aya straightened up and turned around. "Cake?"
Ken shook his head. He could barely breathe properly with Aya around. How would he manage eating?
Aya shrugged and put a piece of chocolate cake on a plate before coming to sit beside Ken.
Ken sipped his tea and then fidgeted with his cup as the silence continued. 'Say something Ken no baka,' he berated himself.
"Here. Try some." Ken looked up to see a bite of cake on a spoon in front of his face.
Ken opened his mouth to refuse but Aya took that as an opportunity to slide the spoon in.
The cake was rich and indulgent. It stuck to the roof of Ken's mouth coating his taste buds in the velvety chocolate texture.
Ken watched transfixed as Aya had his own bite and then licked the spoon clean.
Aya's purple gaze met his and Aya's lips tilted in what might have been a small smile. "Want more Ken?"
Ken shook his head. Was Aya trying to torture him or something?
"No? Ken you've got some on your lip." Aya pointed at Ken's lip.
Ken tried to finish swallowing so he could remove the excess from his lip, but before he could Aya had leaned over and licked lightly across the left side of Ken's upper lip.
"That's better."
"Aya… What…"
Ken looked up at Aya and some of his desperation must have shown in his eyes because Aya stood up and pulled Ken up, pushed him against the kitchen counter and proceeded to expertly kiss away any doubts that Ken might have had.
'Kami-sama! It's real. Aya is kissing me. He's kissing me again!' was Ken's last coherent thought before the sensual assault of Aya's lips inhibited all rational thinking.
Aya's body was pressing against him from chest to thigh. It was the only thing keeping Ken upright as his knees felt decidedly wobbly. But then Aya was the reason for Ken's wobbly knees so it was the nicest catch-22 situation that Ken had ever been in.
The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, creating a heat within Ken which made him hunger for more of the delicious feel and taste of Aya. He squirmed restlessly against Aya's body as he tried to get even closer by wrapping his arms around Aya's shoulders.
Aya responded by grinding his hips against Ken's, making Ken gasp in pleasure from the friction. Aya stepped backwards pulling Ken with him. One of his hands remained on Ken's lower back as the one cradling the back of Ken's skull moved down Ken's back.
Ken gasped against Aya's mouth as the redhead's hand skimmed past the waistband of his jeans before sliding into one of the back pockets of his jeans, tightening their embrace and enabling him to feel the full extent of Aya's desire for him.
He moaned. He couldn't remember a kiss ever being so totally consuming. All of his senses were taken over by Aya. It was heaven.
The mind-blowing thing was Aya obviously felt the same way. There was zero space between their bodies and Ken couldn't help but wonder what Aya would feel like without the barrier of clothes between them. Better than heaven probably.
Suddenly Aya released Ken.
Ken stared wide-eyed at Aya.
Aya smiled slightly. Only the smallest of smiles, Ken noted in the small part of his brain that was still functioning that it was gorgeous and real.
"Kudou's back."
Ken blinked. He hadn't heard a thing.
Aya sat down at the table and took a sip of his tea.
"You might want to sit down Ken."
"Huh?" Ken wasn't thinking properly.
Aya smirked. He gestured towards Ken.
"I'd sit down if I were you, or I'd pull the jacket closed."
Ken looked down, started to flush and then sat down at the table to gather his scattered wits. He needed to know what Aya was thinking, dammit. He glanced furtively at the door. He had a few minutes before the other two came in.
"So… Aya… What's going on, y'know with us…" Ken tried to make his tone casual. He stared at the cup in his hands in front of him.
"Hn. Well that depends on…" Aya looked at Ken and Ken unconsciously held his breath as he waited.
But before Aya could continue, the sounds of Yohji entering the house could be heard. Ken swore under his breath. Damn. Some days Yohji was as slow as a snail but today of all days he was fast. Ken could also hear Omi's voice even though he couldn't hear what the young blonde was saying.
"Hey Ken. Aya." Yohji entered the kitchen a few moments later. "They're both in the kitchen," he called back down the hallway to Omi.
Yohji opened the fridge and got out some juice to drink. He took a swig and then stopped. Something was different. He could sense it. He glanced surreptiously at Aya but the redhead's face revealed nothing.
Yohji then looked at Ken. Ken was staring at a partially eaten piece of cake in front of Aya like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. He had a slight flush on his cheeks. And what was that jacket he had on? Didn't it belong to a certain someone else?
Yohji chuckled to himself. Something was definitely up.
Omi entered the room. "Hi Ken-kun, Aya-kun!"
Aya nodded in acknowledgment.
"Hey Omi." Ken looked up from the cake and did a classic double take. "What are you wearing? Holy crap! You were that boy at 'The Cave' two nights ago!"
Omi blinked. "What?"
"We saw you! Yohji and me! We were at the club and you were with that boy…" Ken stopped abruptly, the flush that had been dying away flaring to life again.
He turned to Yohji, waiting for the tall blond's back up – but Yohji said nothing instead calmly continuing to drink his juice.
"I see," said Omi. The puzzlement in his eyes was replaced by a considering look.
"What boy? What are you talking about, Ken?" Aya sounded annoyed. He didn't like being the last to know anything.
"Don't you two need to start the planning for tomorrow?" Yohji interrupted as he finished his juice and tossed the bottle in the trash bin.
"Don't you need to make your report first, Yohji-kun?" Omi replied.
"You were there the whole time so I'm sure your account will be better than mine Omitchi. Later." Yohji shrugged nonchalantly and moved towards the door. "Let's go, Kenken. Game's starting soon. We'll leave you two to it."
"But…" Yohji grabbed a stammering Ken by the arm and dragged him out of the room as he went.
"Do you need to change first?" Aya looked Omi up and down, one eyebrow slightly raised at the young blonde's revealing clothing.
"I'll be fine." Omi smiled, but then his face turned serious and he was all business. "Let's go to the mission room. We've had a bit of luck tonight."
- Y&K -
"What was that all about?" Ken shrugged Yohji's hand off his arm angrily. "Why didn't you say anything? That was Omi we saw!"
"I know." Yohji's reply was quiet. He lit up another cigarette, inhaling deeply. "Nice jacket, Kenken."
Ken predictably flushed but wasn't to be deterred. "You knew! Why didn't you tell me?" Ken stomped over to the coach and threw himself down onto the cushions.
"I only found out tonight." Yohji smiled but it was a twisted bitter smile.
Ken was too busy staring at the ceiling to notice. "His outfit is the same. That had to be a dead giveaway." He shook his head. "Who would've thought, huh?"
"You'll find out anyway so I'll tell you." Yohji's made a slight grimace. "I bought the outfit."
"You bought the outfit?" Ken echoed. "Why?"
"To see if it was Omi or not." Yohji stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table.
"Why didn't you just ask him?" Ken asked, pointing out the obvious.
"How could I just ask him?" Yohji said. He lit up another cigarette. "Go up to Omi and say 'Omitchi do you own sexy little clubbing outfits and perform provocative acts with other bishounen in public?' Is that what I should ask, Kenken?"
"Well no, not like that." Ken was exasperated.
"He's not a kid anymore. He'd think we were following him around, checking up on him. Besides what right do I have to ask?"
"Oh my God!" Ken thumped the table in excitement, his eyes widening in surprise. "You like him, don't you?"
Yohji stopped breathing while he was inhaling and ended up having a coughing fit.
"Yotan!" Ken bounced over to thump him on the back.
"I'm fine." Yohji waved him away. Sometimes Ken was a lot more perceptive than he thought. He coughed a few more times, trying to clear the smoke from his lungs. He stubbed out the half finished cigarette giving it a dark look.
"I'm right, aren't I?" Ken's quiet comment interrupted Yohji's glaring.
"Nothing's ever stopped you from asking Omi anything before. I mean, he complains to me about how you're always teasing him and checking out his female classmates. You've always treated him like your kid brother. Today you acknowledged that he's not a kid. What made you change your mind?"
"Just because I acknowledged he's not a child doesn't necessarily mean I'm interested in him Ken." Yohji smiled lazily.
Ken smiled sweetly back. "But you just said his outfit was sexy and you said 'other bishounen' meaning you think Omi's a bishounen."
"So?" Yohji expertly blew out a cloud of smoke. "I always call Omi 'bishounen' and I thought you were sexy the other night too Kenken."
"So why couldn't you just ask Omi if it was him again? And what was up with our quick departure from the kitchen?" Ken was getting a bit confused. Yohji seemed to have a logical explanation for everything.
There was a pause. Ken sniggered. "Got you there, Yotan!"
"You're grasping at straws Ken."
"Denial is not just a river in Egypt, you know." Ken propped up his head on his hand as he leaned on the arm of the sofa.
"What? Ken have you been reading bad jokes on the internet again?"
"Why can't you just tell me?" Ken looked upset. He straightened up on the sofa, looking over at Yohji before looking his gaze on the floor. "You've really helped me these past few days. Why won't you let me know what you're feeling too?"
Yohji closed his eyes, shutting out the image of Ken's hurt filled eyes.
"Please Yotan… You're one of my best friends…"
Yohji opened his eyes and smiled at the earnest brunette in front of him. "Thanks Ken. I'm not ready to talk about it yet, but when I am, I'll be sure to look for you."
"You sure?" At Yohji's nod, Ken could only say, "Alright, but anytime when you're ready."
"Anytime?" Yohji smirked. "Not sure Aya will too happy about that Kenken."
Ken blinked. "What do you mean?" he hedged.
"Making a habit of it to borrow other people's clothes?" Yohji chuckled. Ken was so transparent sometimes.
"Oh…" Ken suddenly seemed very interested in studying his socks.
"Will you be borrowing some of Omi's clothes after this? I think Aya might like to see you in today's outfit." Yohji chuckled as he stood up.
"Yotan!!" Ken couldn't decide whether to be mad or embarrassed.
"I have some stuff to do, so see you later." Yohji moved to the door.
"Hey Yohji! So who was that black haired guy?" Ken called after him.
Yohji stopped briefly at the door, his back to Ken, before turning slightly to answer. "That's Omi's boyfriend." And then he was gone before Ken could say anything.
Ken gawped. "Omi's boyfriend?" No wonder Yohji had acted so strangely.
He shook his head as he got to his feet. He felt for Yohji, he really did.
But he didn't know what to do and he even felt a little guilty for feeling so happy about Aya. Though he still didn't exactly know what was going on between him and Aya – they had progressed physically in their relationship – and Ken being a normal teenage boy with hormones wasn't going to complain about that.
As he made his way to his room, he could see the light from the mission room. If Omi and Aya were going to be planning, then he probably wouldn't see Aya again tonight.
Ken sighed to himself. Well, that was life as part of Weiss. And tonight's memories were already precious. He continued to his room.
- A&O -
Aya stood up. "So we're done then?"
Omi looked up from his computer monitor where he was printing the mission plans. "Yep. Can you give this to Ken? And here's your copy." He handed the sheets to Aya.
"And Kudou's?"
Omi shook his head. "I'll give it to him. There's a few things I want to run through with him, seeing as he'll be delivering me tomorrow."
Aya nodded and left.
Omi smiled as the sound of Aya's footsteps faded. There were a few things he wanted to talk to Yohji about – and while the older blonde was taking him to the club the next day, he didn't plan to talk about that at all.
He pulled at his dog collar, absentmindedly rubbing at the clasp which was digging into his skin. The collar he'd bought was much more comfortable.
Yes, it was definitely going to be an interesting conversation.
- A&K -
A knock on the door. "Ken?"
Ken looked up from his Playstation game. Aya's voice. His heart beat quickened. "Come in. The door's open."
Aya opened the door, taking in the scene of Ken dressed in shorts and a t-shirt sprawled on his sofa.
"What's up?" Ken rubbed the back of his neck self consciously as he stood up.
"Here's the plan for tomorrow. I will be speaking to the Kawasaki's tomorrow and Manx will be taking over some additional support personnel from Kritiker who will be looking after them while we're busy." Aya walked into the room as he spoke.
Ken nodded. He reached out for the papers, scanning them quickly. "Okay. I'll make sure I memorise the plan before tomorrow. What time are we going?"
"9 tomorrow night."
"Okay. Thanks." Ken looked at up Aya. Aya was looking around Ken's room.
Ken squirmed inside. The room was messy – no ifs and buts about it. He wished he'd cleaned it up last weekend like he'd meant to. Aya was probably disgusted – the redhead's room being spartan in its furnishings and upkeep.
Ken hurriedly pushed the clothes off the sofa to mingle with those on the floor. So he wasn't the world's neatest person. But they were his clothes and he could do what he wanted with them. At least he'd hung up Yohji's borrowed outfit on a hanger.
Oh shit. The same outfit at which Aya was presently glaring.
"Are they Kudou's clothes?" Glacial purple eyes turned to Ken, an incredulous note in Aya's voice.
"Yeah.."
"What are they doing in your room Ken?" Aya interrupted.
"Well, I borrowed them..."
"Why did you need to borrow Kudou's clothes?" It was an Aya interrogation.
"We went to the club the other day and I had nothing to wear." Ken was getting annoyed by Aya's attitude.
"You went to the club with Kudou recently?" Aya's growl was becoming more pronounced.
"Yeah, a couple of days ago. What's your problem?" Ken glared back.
Aya stepped closer. "What are you playing at Hidaka?"
"I'm not playing at anything!"
"I see." Aya smiled coldly. "A few days ago you went out with Kudou, to one of those meat markets that he frequents, whilst wearing his clothes? And tonight, you say you're not with him and kiss me."
"I only went with him because he realised I was upset over you!" Ken was yelling now. "He's my friend and he cares about me, unlike some other people in this house who I have no idea where I stand with!"
Aya paused. "Are you telling me the truth that you're not involved with him?"
"Yes!" Ken was pissed off.
"Good. Well, let me know if you have any problems with the mission plans." And Aya dropped the subject like that.
Ken stared bewilderedly at Aya. "That's it? It's okay for you to accuse me of playing with you and that's it?"
"I'm very possessive about what's mine."
"Yours?!"
Ken protested angrily, but then Aya's words sunk in and his angry look disappeared as quickly as it started.
"You said you're not playing with me. I assume that means you were serious when you kissed me."
"I'm not playing," Ken repeated a little breathlessly, the intensity of Aya's purple gaze was almost enough to steal his thoughts away. "Hey… So you're serious too?"
Aya nodded as he moved towards Ken. Ken's heart started beating faster again.
"So then… Where were we?" purred Aya.
Ken stepped forward to meet him, his arms reaching for Aya's shoulders almost automatically. And then Ken was swept into a passionate kiss once more.
Ken felt himself manoeuvred backwards until his knees hit the edge of the sofa. He tumbled, momentarily losing his balance. Aya's body pressed him into the cushions and Ken couldn't think anymore.
- tbc -
It's turning into the 'let's-torture-Ken-by-making-him-watch-Aya-eat fic'! I'm sorry if you felt like you were in a déjà vu. I couldn't work out a way to get Nagi in (Weiss hasn't fought Schwartz yet) – but if you are so inclined – then maybe Omi's friend is Nagi – I'll leave it to your imagination.
Hope you are still enjoying this fic anyway! Please let me know what you think! Again, many apologies for the long delay! I've already started the next chapter, in case anyone's interested…
And while I'm here, I'm also going to pimp my newest WK oneshot called 'On the Train' featuring Ken, a crowded train, a stranger and my yaoi fangirl imagination! Go on! You know you want to read it!
K 21/08/04