-Part 1-

The Aberration of a Kiss

 

It was a lazy spring morning at Koneko No Sume Ie, the ones where the boys liked to relax. All of the frantic girls, along with Omi were at school, and the flowershop was desolate, besides for the random passerby to look at the pretty displays. Aya sat quietly in the shop, the smell of coffee and morning ramen filling the tiny room as he sat arranging Victorian bouquets for the older customers in Tokyo.

 

Ken sat in a chair, slouching against Aya, arms draped around his waist, as he tried to sleep, hidden by the counter in which Aya sat behind. The redhead paid no heed to this as he continued to work, a little snip here, a cut or two there. Aya's arrangements seemed to be highest in demand lately, making the other boys jealous. Not only did Aya have the looks, he had arranging skills as well. Ken reached up, nuzzling the soft skin of Aya's neck. "Ran-chan.." he crooned softly.

 

Aya shook away the sensation that tickled his spine as he heard Ken murmur his baby name for Aya. "No, not now, Ken. I'm working.." Nimble fingers trembled ever so lightly as the redhead desperately tried to concentrate on the arrangement, and not where Ken's fingers were running to.

 

The brunette slid his fingers across Aya's lap, placing lazy kisses along his neckline. "Ran-chan, I just want to cuddle.." He bit the pale skin softly, smiling how Aya jumped at every touch.

 

Aya sat still, not moving, as those small hands slid between his legs, and squeezed his growing arousal. As if reflex, his hips thrusted slightly, into the hand that belonged to his lover. He knew Ken was pleased with how he was reacting, and even though he tried to fight it, it would be a worthless battle. "Not now, Ken, we're working.. and what if a customer comes?"

 

"...And what if a customer comes?" Ken retorted. It wasn't as if he really cared. No one could see anything of him besides his face, since both of them were hidden by the counter. Yohji and Omi were highly uptight about the relationships being kept out of the job. There were too many girls, especially Ouka, Midori, and Sakura, with crushes on the boys. It was a ritual, that everyday, directly after school,  the girls would flock in to see the four boys. Ken slowly began to truly hate the girls, as they always pestered Aya. He wished he could tell them that Aya was *his*! But noooo! 'It's bad for business!' Yohji always says. These thoughts were pushed away as a cold hand made its way into Aya's pants, creating an interesting sensation for the writhing redhead.

 

"Ken, oh Ken!" Aya cried, shivering and desperately trying to get Ken to stop. At least they could wait until their break! Sure, quickies weren't everything, but if Ken were this much in need... But alas, it wasn't to be, for a quick kiss on the cheek and Aya watched in horror as Ken ducked under the counter. His hands trembled, nearly dropping the scissors and the flowers he held tenderly, as he felt his dear lover's lips close over his throbbing shaft.

 

Aya's cries seemed plenty of enough plead to Ken as he sucked Aya. It was something he knew Aya enjoyed, and he was happy himself, just the fact that they were doing things they shouldn't at work, made the task of making Aya scream all the more pleasurable. As he slowly deep-throated the glorious redhead, he felt Aya's hands drop the working instruments to grab at Ken's hair and shirt.

 

Aya wasn't sure whether he wanted to stop Ken. He highly enjoyed the feeling, but the fear of having someone walk in was present. He finally gave up his worries, and carefully thrust up into Ken's mouth, not caring anymore about people walking in. His whimpers and cries rose into the air as he tugged Ken's soft locks.

 

A strangled scream was the only warning Aya gave before a salty waterfall poured into Ken's mouth, who eagerly lapped it up, and cleaned Aya carefully, and after putting him back into his pants, sat up and kissed the redhead brusingly hard.

 

Aya had long since given up on trying to stop the brunette, and kissed Ken back, his arm winding around his lover's back, holding him close, the intimate kiss a 'thank-you' and promise for much fulfillment later that night. Both boys were deep into the kiss, and didn't hear the tiny bell as it ran, signaling a customer, nor did either shift their eyes to the doorway until two familiar voices rang out.

 

"Konnichi wa, Ay--Oh GOD!"

 

Sakura and Midori.

 

Aya and Ken jerked away from each other. The redhead wiped his lip with the back of his wrist quickly, amethyst eyes hardening as he caught sight of the two girls. Trembling hands clung tenaciously to the other, beneath the counter, as Ken stuttered, greeting their customers. Both could already see the tears welted in Sakura's eyes, as Midori stared in disbelief. "Aya.. Ken.. you..."

 

"What are you two doing out of school?" Aya growled. He didn't like having people who weren't supposed to be there show, and dammit, he TOLD Ken that it hadn't been a good idea, and yet he couldn't blame his beloved, because he had been submissive in the end.

 

"It's an early day, Aya-san.." Midori stated coolly. "Are you and Ken...?"

 

Shit, shit, shit! Ken squeezed Aya's hand tightly, as he hit himself inside for being so foolish. Yohji and Omi would have their necks for this later! He knew Sakura had a crush on Aya. And Sakura was one of the girls Ken despised the most, because she seemed to have a homing device, to come to the store at the time Aya was always working. "Midori.. I..."

 

"Yes. We are." Aya said, distantly. There was no use trying to disguise the truth, and both boys knew that. He glared angrily as Sakura cried out, trying to muffle a sob, and ran from the flowershop.

 

Midori turned to grab the crying girl, and yelling for Sakura to wait, she turned back to Aya and Ken. "You should be ashamed of yourselves!" And with an angry stamp of her foot that echoed across the wooden floor, she fled the shop as well.

 

Aya cursed under his breath as the bell rang once more. He pulled his hand away from Ken's, throwing the scissors across the now empty room. He watched as they clattered against the wall and fell to the floor. "Dammit!"

 

"I'll never be ashamed..." Ken said softly.

 

"..Hn?" Aya looked up, under a forest of crimson bangs. His darkened eyes softened immediately as he glanced over to his beloved brunette. He wasn't blaming Ken for this. It wasn't his fault. Nor did he like being angry at Ken. Ever.

 

"I said.. I'll never be ashamed. I'll never be ashamed for something I love." Tears brimmed his eyes as he lowered his face into his hands. "I'm sorry Aya.." he whispered, trying to hold in his tears. He hated to get Aya in trouble. And he knew they'd both be in for quite a punishment when the rest of the team returned that night.

 

Ken's back stiffened and relaxed as he felt Aya's arms wrap around him in a warm hug. He kissed away his lover's tears, gently twining his fingers with Ken's once more. "Oh don't be sorry, my Kenken. It'll be okay. Don't be ashamed. Don't ever be ashamed. We'll figure it out.. I promise, we'll figure something out."