On the Train
A Weiss Kreuz fan fiction
By Krysana
Disclaimer: Koyasu-sama owns all the hot bishie boys.
Summary: Ken takes a ride on a train.
Notes: Ken POV. Shonen-ai. PWP. Ken x ??
Thanks to Moonraven and Xellas (now archived on skyhawke . com [remove spaces to access]) for their help as always in pre-reading. Love you guys!
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The train platform was crowded when Ken Hidaka reached the top of the stairs. He pushed his way through to a small empty space at the wall underneath the poster of a cheerful girl advertising rice cookers.
He looked at his watch. 6:42pm. Peak time for commuters leaving work, schoolkids on their way home from cram school, mothers buying last minute groceries for dinner preparations and more.
He winced as a girl with an overly packed bag elbowed her way past, ramming him in the stomach with her heavy bag as she tried to avoid a collision with the passing salary-man.
Ken let out a deep breath. Two more minutes before the next train was due to arrive. He hated catching the train at peak time.
Today's train ride was unavoidable. One of the kids that he used to coach in soccer had made his elementary school team and begged his Ken-nichan to come watch his first representative game. Ken hadn't been able to resist the pleading eyes of little Tomo so had willingly agreed.
But the timing had coincided with the time his bike was in the shop getting repaired. Aya had gone to visit his sister using his Porsche, Yohji had declared earlier that day that he had a hot date and Omi had school and would later be going to a session of cram school on his bike.
So that left Ken without immediate transportation. He'd checked the location of Tomo's school and found a nearby train station. Getting to the school hadn't been a problem, however this home trip was not looking so favourable.
The sound of the arriving train jerked Ken out of his contemplations as the crowd began to move in anticipation.
Doors opened. A few people squeezed their way out. Many more people squeezed into the train's remaining space.
Ken pushed his way into a small gap between the door and the carriage wall.
The whistle blew and as the door was about to close, a last minute passenger pushed into the carriage, pressing up against Ken's back.
Ken let out a slight growl as his free space became non existent. Why couldn't that person just wait until the next train? It would only be another five minutes.
The buzz of the crowd filled his ears as Ken shifted positions, trying to make himself comfortable for the thirty minute journey.
It was nearly impossible. And that guy at his back was really alarmingly close. Ken squirmed away a few centimetres.
Tall and male were Ken's thoughts as his shoulders remembered the pressure from a wide chest. He closed his eyes and tried to force his body to relax.
He was looking forward to getting back to the Koneko. No mission tonight, so a chance to watch some sport on the television. And if he was lucky then maybe, just maybe, one of his team would join him...
The train swayed slightly as it rounded a curve and the people within it were moved in response.
The fat salary-man in front of Ken pushed back against him, forcing Ken back against the stranger behind him. There was a slight grunt from the man behind him but that was all.
After a few seconds it was clear that the salary-man wasn't moving again. Ken resigned himself to his new position, leaning flush against the tall stranger, back to chest, butt to hips.
Being so close created a vague sense of intimacy around Ken. He looked around a little uneasily. He was surrounded by people's backs. No one was looking at him or had even noticed the closeness of the two men in the corner.
Ken closed his eyes again. But with his primary sense decreased, his other senses moved to accommodate. The smell of leather. The sound of schoolgirl chatter dominating over other conversations. The warm firm abdomen behind his back. The growing hardness against his lower back.
Ken blinked open in a split second as his body tensed slightly.
The stranger must have felt Ken's reaction as Ken found his free left hand imprisoned by strong fingers whilst the other hand quickly clamped onto Ken's hip, trapping Ken's elbow effectively against his body. Once secured, it continued sliding around under Ken's hooded sweatshirt to rest against Ken's groin before Ken could move.
Hands thus trapped, Ken shifted backwards fluidly to stamp on the stranger's foot. Hard.
If Ken had been wearing his assassin boots he would have broken a few toes. However there was none of the expected response, possibly due to Ken wearing sports sneakers. However Ken's current position worsened as the hand tightened its grasp on Ken's body.
'Bastard,' thought Ken.
Ken struggled to break free surreptiously. He glanced around quickly but it seemed no one had noticed his situation. Looking down all he could see was black. The stranger's black clad arms were not obviously noticeable against his own black sweatshirt and dark blue jeans.
Ken bit his lip. What to do? He could take out this pervert easily any day. Only in his current situation, there wasn't quite enough space to do it and it was gonna be damn hard to hide any dead bodies on a crowded train. How to get the guy to back off? Ken Hidaka wasn't gonna be one of those victims that allowed perverts to molest them on public trains!
He ran quickly through his assailant's possible weak points on his body. Knees, groin and abdomen were out, due to his current position. Throat and head seemed his best options, but that was a little risky in public.
By this stage, the stranger's hand had worked open the zipper of Ken's jeans and long fingers were leisurely sliding into the space.
Ken nearly bit his tongue off trying to suppress his annoyed shout. That was it. The pervert was gonna be in so much trouble.
Ken eyed the crowd around him, waiting for the chance when the train next swayed. He was gonna break the nose of that guy behind him. Ken had a hard head and wasn't afraid to use it.
The train lights blinked off briefly as the train entered a tunnel and Ken slammed his head backwards in a quick hard move.
His head met... empty space.
Ken's eyes widened. There weren't many people who had the ability and speed to counter his street moves.
There was a low chuckle as the stranger's lips ghosted across Ken's ear. Ken's momentum had forced him even closer to the stranger behind him.
Ken froze in disbelief. That sound was familiar.
"Relax," whispered an even more recognisable voice.
The command drained all tension out of him and replaced it with anticipation. Ken squirmed as the fingers began to move rhythmically again, moving against his flesh creating torturous waves of pleasure.
He felt his knees beginning to weaken, but at that same moment, Ken felt his left hand released as a supporting hand slid under his sweatshirt and t- shirt to rest against the bare skin of his stomach.
All too soon the rising pressure built to an unstoppable peak and Ken barely managed to suppress a moan as his body reached the foregone conclusion.
Long fingers rearranged clothing back to its rightful position as Ken struggled to breathe normally. The fingers on his stomach stroked softly, almost soothingly as Ken's heartbeat began to return to normal.
The announcement of the first stop for the train was broadcasted.
Shortly afterwards, the train slowed and the doors opened behind him. Ken was released and his instincts told him there was an empty space behind him. He turned around and stepped out under the fluorescent lighting of the station, his eyes searching the crowd.
He was pulled along with the crowd to the exit booths and Ken pushed his ticket into the slot and passed through.
On the outside he looked again. No sign of his surprise lover.
Ken grinned ruefully. He pushed his hands into his jeans pockets and headed towards the stairs which would take him home.
He exited the stairs and walked towards the highway overpass when he saw a glint of red in the shadows against the wall.
"Aya."
"Ken."
They stood looking at each other.
"You're late. Let's go. I'm hungry." Aya's deep voice revealed nothing.
"New habit of yours is it? To wait at train exits?" Ken enquired lazily.
Aya grunted and began walking, Ken falling neatly in beside him.
They walked in silence the short distance to the Koneko.
Ken was just toeing off his shoes, watching Aya remove his boots, when Aya spoke again.
"Do you need to wash up before dinner?"
"Yeah. Just lemme have a quick shower. Got a bit sweaty on the train."
Aya crooked an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
Ken looked up, meeting the amethyst gaze of his team leader. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head, dropping it to the ground. He pulled at the bottom of his t-shirt, revealing a glimpse of taut stomach. Somehow the button of his jeans had come undone, reinforcing Ken's scruffily sexy pose.
Aya's gaze was unwavering as Ken went through this production.
"Just go get cleaned up Ken."
As Aya turned away, a cheeky smile appeared on Ken's face as he tackle glomped the redhead from behind.
"I'll go in a minute." Ken nuzzled the side of Aya's neck. "You smell so good." He lipped the sensitive bit of skin exposed at the edge of Aya's leather coat.
Aya reached behind him to peel the brunette away.
"Baka."
"Hey!" protested Ken, "I'm not..."
Aya's lips descended over his, cutting short anything Ken had to say. Aya's hands wrapped around Ken's waist pulling their two bodies together so Ken reached up to curl his arms around Aya's neck.
When they finally broke apart to breathe, Ken flashed a cheery smile at Aya.
"So what do you have planned for tonight?"
Aya gave Ken a look. "What do you want to do Ken?" The dangerously suggestive tone sent shivers up Ken's spine. "Do you have another fantasy that you want to tell me about?"
"Nope... well maybe..." Ken smiled innocently. "But I think you might want to do some laundry tonight."
"What?"
"Sorry koi, but I'm wearing your boxers today."
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- The End -
After reading about Japan's crowded train system, the yaoi fangirl in me just couldn't resist my own take on a train story. Hope you enjoyed it - and if you did, please let me know!
Extra note: Thanks to the people who are still reading 'Unexpected' - I promise I haven't given up on it and please look for an update soon!