Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe
Sometimes I need you to stay away from me
Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know
A warm line of crimson trickled down the corner of Ken's rosy lips.
He had tried to argue yet again about why he hadn't been able to come the night before. He had to unconsciously raise the fact that he wasn't feeling good then, and this is what had happened.
"Aoyama slept at your house last night, didn't he!"
"He… took care of me. I told you, I was sick."
"Or maybe you just bitched around with him all night!"
Ken opened his mouth to say something but he can't find the words. "You think so?" He said grimly. For some reason, he can't believe Toru was saying these things to him.
"With you being the bitch you are, yes, I think so!"
"Yeah. His ass fucking was way better than what I always receive from you." He lied coldly.
Kenji could not come to school the next day. He wouldn't believe he had actually put up a fight with Toru, if not for his badly beaten body. Not that he had no reason to do so, it's just that he'd had enough courage to bat out. Only after this long a time.
"I didn't see you at practice today." Kaworu greeted as Ken opened the door for him.
"Things came up." Ken smiled.
The tall man sat himself at the couch. "Things?"
"I argued with Hanagata-kun."
Kaworu followed Ken to the kitchen. Ken was filling a kettle under the faucet to prepare tea. "Let me guess why you argued." He smiled.
"Stop fooling around, sempai. I know you know why—"
Ken could've sworn his heart stopped beating by then. He could feel sturdy semi-familiar arms encircle his waist. Kaworu buried his face onto Ken's shoulder, and found the sweet musky scent enthralling. They just stayed like that for moments, the smaller boy leaning into the comforting, almost intimate embrace.
"Call me Kaworu."
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Kaworu whispered before kissing the young man below him.
Ken blushed, but not from the embarrassment of being bare against the eyes of another man. It's not like it's the first time, it's just that it's the first time someone complimented him for the beauty of it. "My beauty is at your mercy." He softly teased.
"Are you sure with this?"
Ken could not look at Kaworu's depthless olive eyes.
"I don't want to make a bitch out of you, Ken." He said, in a very serious yet tender voice.
"I know."
The tall man dropped to Ken's side, still not taking his eyes off him.
"Are you mad at me?"
Ken leaned into the touch of a big, warm hand on the side of his face. Kaworu smiled. "Never."
The small boy huddled against Kaworu's warm, bare chest, almost drowning in the security and utmost comfort he felt there. Kaworu held the smaller form in return. Even Ken himself cannot understand why he can't just fly away with this guy, knowing that the warmth he was in at the moment will always be his if he did. "Thank you, Kaworu."
--tsuzuku