Because Tinkerhell asked so very nicely, here is the RanxKen angsty/lemony fun.

Tinkerhell: Mree! I love rebelling against ff . net. WHAT BITCHES THEY ARE! Blanket banning all NC 17 was the dumbest, most fasciast thing they've ever done. I'm just wondering what's next? R? PG 13? Any way, here is your angst! And juuuuust for you, I'll make a past reference to some FarfxKen.

Ahem, I own naught but snoodles.

-LEMON WARNING!- Remember! FF . Net needs to be raped with a splintering broomstick!

The Art Of Chillaxin'

The shop was decidedly empty. From the completely vacant place, one could assume it was some sort of holiday. But it was just another early spring day, with Ran in his hideous orange sweater and Ken in his usual many waist-bound jackets.

The aforementioned red-head was disinterestedly stationed at the cash register, coldly surveying the sunny street through the window. The brunette, Ken, was contentedly watering a section of begonias, humming quietly to himself. This caught Ran's attention. His violet eyes fixed on the other assassin's bent form, mind coolly considering all the other ways he would like to see him bent. In a way, in more than a way, the distant leader did love Ken. Love so strong that it made his chest ache when Ken was out of his sight on missions. However…love only equated to pain, and weakness. So even if he felt it, he was resolute to hide it from the brunette. Still…he had to have him somehow. Enter the solution: casual sex.

Ken hummed as he tended to another pot of begonias, smiling to himself thoughtfully. The shop was totally void of customers…maybe Ran would let him cut out early. He winced as he considered that prospect fully. He was sure that Ran would only want sex. Which wasn't really the problem. The problem was, that he wanted -only- sex. No cuddling, no snuggling, no love involved. Just cold, hard sex. He didn't bother to get Ken off, either.

The brunette sighed. At night, he could hear Youji and Omi giggling and talking, really enjoying their time together. Granted, they did have sex quite frequently. But both of them seemed to adore it equally. Ken was so love sick over Ran that he had long ago gotten used to the idea of taking what he could get from the stoic red head.

For just a moment more, Ran made sure that no potential customers were on their way. The side walk was as empty as the shop, so he turned the 'open' sign to 'closed' and slipped his apron off over his head.

"My room. Five minutes tops."

With only that said, he headed up the stairs, leaving Ken to himself. The ex J league player sighed heavily. What was to come was to come, and there was no stopping it. How could he beg Ran to love him? There was no way. The violet eyed assassin had proven many times that his mind was just as impregnable as any fortress of war. Unlucky for Ken, so was his heart….

The soccer player trudged up the stairs slowly, passing the bathroom on his way. There were wisps of steam filtering from under the door; he assumed Youji and Omi were showering together again. Ken sighed, and knocked on Ran's door, his apron long discarded.

"Get in."

Ken obeyed, opening the door to reveal a completely nude Ran sitting on the bed. His body was perfect – pale and sculpted, like a god of myth. His eyes were cold but beautifully colored; as violet as wisteria. The red head quirked a brow and motioned for the brunette to enter the room.

"Get naked and get in bed. I don't have all day."

Ken scowled. He had had about enough of Ran's coldness…though he couldn't bear to lose him. He chewed his bottom lip and began removing the many sweaters that adorned his waist.

"R-Ran?"

"You know, I go by Aya for a reason. And its not so dumbfucks like you can call me Ran. What?"

Ran's words stung him as much as they stung Ken. The hurt in the brunette's cocoa eyes made him wince, but he quickly recovered. He couldn't let his guard down, even though he loved Ken to death. And that was slowly killing him.

" Aya…do you love me?"

"You're an excellent lay. Now get in bed."

Once again, Ran's words didn't fail to smart. Ken's eyes filled with tears, but he complied with the red head's wishes, slowly climbing into bed, and laying on his stomach, hips slightly raised. Ran gazed at Ken's beautifully tanned body for a moment. He was so sorry. Sorry for fucking him like an animal, sorry for treating him like shit, sorry for being too much of a cold bastard to tell him he loved him. He was…sorry for everything. But it was too late to turn back then.

Meanwhile, Ken was sobbing as quietly as he could, and trying to keep from shaking. Ran would get tres pissed off if he saw that the brown eyed boy was being 'weak' again. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks and onto the sheets in a torrent of pain, kept silent.

Ran stared at Ken's prone form for a minute more. Was he – shaking? Oh, well. It really didn't matter…it did, but Ran couldn't let him know that. So without further stalling, he roughly jammed his middle and forefingers into the smaller boy, making him yelp. He waited for a moment, giving Ken more time than usual to adjust. Deep within his soul, the older assassin truly did not want to hurt his lover – he wanted to love him, to kiss his tears away…but he couldn't show any weaknesses, lest enemies catch on.

Ken chewed his lip as Ran removed his fingers – what was to come next would be the most painful part. Never in his life had love been good to him, but it had never quite been this cruel. His hazel eyes clouded with tears once more as he recalled a brief memory, of a single time when he thought Ran really did love him…

FLASHBACK

Ken had his claws drawn, and covered in blood. Youji was busy with that damnable red-head with the annoying German accent, and Ran with the American. He was sure that Omi was doing his best to fight the other one – the kid, but that most likely was a one sided fight. Only a moment ago, Ken had been engaging in rather bloody combat with the maniac – the Irish one. But he had mysteriously disappeared.

The assassin put his back to the cement wall of the building that the others were in…he had taken on the Irishman outside. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing as he clutched a stab wound in his side. His eyes darted around nervously – that insane white haired assassin could be any where. Suddenly, Ken heard a noise. He turned to his side, and his mouth was immediately covered from behind, stifling his scream. He felt breath on his neck, and then heard the voice of his attacker.

"Are you scared, KenKen? Scared that I have you where I want you? Scared that I know your name? Scared that your god has turned his almighty back on you?"

Ken's eyes widened as the golden eyed assassin placed his pale lips on the junction between his neck and shoulder. What the hell was that maniac up to? Fear overtook the brunette, and he began to tremble. The Irishman had seized both of his hands with an iron grip, and still had his mouth covered. He was truly fucked. Suddenly, the silver haired maniac removed his hand from Ken's mouth and slid it into the waist band of his pants. The ex J leaguer gasped, and then began to struggle. However, it was no use. He sensed the one eyed psychopath cupping his backside, and he growled.

"Knock it off you crazy fuck! Let me fucking go!"

"Do you know what psychologists say rape is all about, KenKen? They say it's all about power. And dominance. They say a man rapes someone to show them who's boss, to show them he's the ruler of them. It's not about lust, KenKen. Did you know that? Did you know your god is just going to sit there like the lying bastard he is while I rape you?"

Ken gasped. Honestly he had expected the maniac to try something like this – but it still came as a shock to hear it. Vaguely, he could hear some loud sort of humming, like a helicopter…but he paid it no mind. He thrashed violently in an attempt to free himself, but it seemed to be all for naught. Suddenly, however, the Irishman pulled back. Ken whirled around to see what was going on, and saw only Ran standing there, katana drawn and ready. The Irishman, however, was already climbing the a rope ladder into the helicopter that Schwartz always seemed to have handy. He cursed at this; he had truly wanted to kill the crazy assassin himself.

"Ken, are you alright? Did anything happen?"

Ran sounded truly concerned. Ken shook his head, 'no'.

" Naw…I'm just a little shook up, is all."

"Good…let's get you home. Takatori got away as usual, the bastard…"

END FLASHBACK

Ken could only cry harder now. What had happened to the Ran that loved him? Why was he so damned cruel? His tears thickened as the red head slammed into him, roughly and without lube. His manhood was hard already, but only as a reflex. He knew he would end up taking care of it himself.

Ran winced as he pushed into the brunette, noticing and feeling responsible for his tears. He wished he could make it better…somehow. With no exact rhythm or attention to Ken's needs, he thrust in and out of him, like he was nothing more than a broken doll. And in truth he was. Ran realized, all at once, that Ken's depression, his loss of his optimistic attitude…was his fault. Tears now began to sting at his eyes, too. Bitter tears. Why did he always seem to end up hurting those he loved the very most? Any why Ken, the sweetest thing he had ever known…? Ran continued his brutal thrusting until he climaxed, biting his lips to keep from crying out. Ken was still sobbing, as was Ran, now.

"God dammit, Ken! I…I…I fucking love you!"

Ken turned around as he heard this, sure that he had finally lost it. But to his astonishment, there was a very distraught red head before him, leaning against his bed post and bawling.

"I'm so fucking sorry….sorry for fucking…everything…."

Ken blinked, and closed the distance between them, kissing away a stray tear on Ran's pale cheek. The older assassin stared in confusion, not sure if the brunette had gone nuts or not.

"Aya….Ran…I've always loved you…Always…will."

MUIAHAHAHHA! TBC! –huggles single reviewer- SNOODLE!