Aya sat on the cold porcelain seat of the toilet, his body slumping against the wall..it had been a month since he and ken had become one. Closing his eyes, he held back tears as he thought back to their last night together.

"Ken, are you sure about this?" Aya gazed tenderly at his boyfriend, as he lay draped upon the red silken sheets. the moonlight spilled into the room, illuminating the redhead's pale skin. Ken hovered above him, his well toned, muscular body from soccer gleaming with sweat.

"yeh."

Aya smiled softly, looking up at the soccer player's face lovingly. "I've been waiting for this, Ken." He said, and he spoke the truth. After weeks of being together, and only sharing tender butterfly kisses when the shop's customers or the other two members of Weiss weren't looking, Aya wanted more. He wanted to be gently handled by the strong man on top of him, hoping that Ken would finally be able to express his love physically.

"Yeah, I know." Ken replied gruffly, twisting his body around to get comfortable under the sheets. He didn't really like silk sheets. They made him sweat an unusual amount, and he just didn't feel fresh at all.

Aya inhaled the manly scent from his lover; it reminded him of when he came off the soccer fields and tossed his sweaty bangs from his face, a few drops splattering onto Aya's. Running his slender fingers along ken's back, he applied firm and gentle pressure at a 45 degree angle to signal that he wanted ken against him now. "Please, ken," he whimpered hoarsely as he grinded his hips.

Ken kind of grumbled as he was pressed down into Aya's swlender body. He felt kind of uncomfortable under the sheets still, and the close contact was...really close. Hs breath hitched s he felt them touc, sweaty manstick against sweaty manstick. "urgh," he moaned.

Aya smirked slightly, loving the fact that he could elict such sexy sounds from his athletic partner. He pressed his chest, his hips, and his entire length of brobdingnagian manstick against Ken's body. Ken twitched slightly at the contact, closing his eyes and reveling in the little bit of pleasure he felt move over his body.

Despite the primrose path, Ken could only think of one thing; socker. He had a game tomorrow, and it was a big on - an important game that meant the world to the entire team. Ken just couldn't justify doing badly in the game, not even for sex. He couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk upsetting those young, supple boys with their soft, round faces and sun-kissing lips. No matter what he did, he just couldn't clear his mind and think only of Aya.

Aya noticed tht something was off with his inamorata, and gre concerned. Was he not doing enough to please him? Desperately, he pulled Ken's blank face down and kissed him long d hard. Ken was dumbfounded, and kind of annoyed because he hadn't brushed his teeth after dinner, and that ws gross. Regardless, he allowed his mouth to be probed by Aya, as he remained on top of him. ya's spoony lov fr Ken was endering, but the soccer player was finding it harder nd harder to pay attention.

Now angry, Aya forcefull reached out and grasped Ken's halfhearted manstik, and looked Ken deep in the eyes. "Ken, " e begged, "why won't you look at me? Don't you love me?"

"Yeah I do," Ken said defensively, but at the same time trying to get off Aya because they wre sticking together. aya teared up, his pouty face believing Ken's words, s his hand stroked furiously ad an up and down motion.

"Aya, " en groaned, "stop that.."

"Sorry my leg was itchy."

Aya was getting irritated. All he wanted was love, and it was the one thing he was getting the least of. Love from Ken. He wanted it. Some kind of sign, some kind of affection to prove that Ken felt the same way for Aya that he did for Ken...but he coming up short. Ken was all soccer and itchy legs, and Aya couldn't bear to stand it much longer.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Aya pulled his arms away from Ken, letting them fall limply against the bed (not unlike Ken's manstick). He thought that maybe this would be the one chance he would have to see what Ken's feelings really were...and the plan had worked perfectly. Aya did get to see what Ken's real feelings were -- but it's not the feelings he wanted.

"What is it Aya?" Ken said curiously, wonder what had gotten into the man. "A frown doesn't suit you."

"Nothing." The redhead mumbled, looking away from Ken and over at the wall. "It's nothing."

Ken felt kind of bad now, he knew Aya meant well. To cheer Aya up, he decided mybe he could be a lttle more 'into it'. The whole time so far, he was beng rater contumacious, and insensitive. Softly he kissed Aya's forehead, and don to his lips. Aya became attentive immediately due to the sudden change in Ken's behaviour.

"Ken, I..."

"Shhh, Aya I'm sorry." Ken's hands fondled Aya's white globes lke he would a soccerball, with great gusto. He kneaded firmly as if making bread, lather rinse and repeat. The swordsman rithed under the attentive hands, his marble globes being touched and stroked.

"Ken," Aya started but was suddenly interupted as shardsof glass flew by his face.

The glistening of the glass caught Ken's attention, and his head turned and eyes shot to the window. They widened in shock as he saw who was standing triumphantly on the windowsill of Aya's room, back against the moonlight.

"Weiss! We have caught you in your most vulnerable state," Crawford cackled, his piercing eyes making contact with Aya and Ken's.

"PREPARE TO DIE."

TBC