-Part 2-

The Anxiety of a False Love

 

"You did WHAT?" Yohji screamed. "Goddammit, you two! What have we told you! We've pleaded with you! Keep your damned relationship out of work! Omi knows, I know, we ALL know what is going to happen now that someone knows! The girls are going to treat us differently, Ken. Momoe will treat us differently. Does that make any difference to you? How about you, Aya?? What happens if you get charged for exhibitionism??"

 

Ken's eyes widened, once again brimming with tears as Aya slammed his hand down onto the table in exasperation. "It wasn't damned exhibitionism! We kissed! Wow! We do it in the back room all the time, Yohji! It was there own damned fault."

 

"It is okay when you kiss back there because no one else can see, Aya. You probably fuck back there too, for all we know. And dammit! NO! It's not the girls' fault that you two can't save your romps until the evening!" Yohji snarled, furious.

 

Omi gently patted Yohji's shoulder to calm him. "Please, Yohji. You are overreacting.." The youngest member of Weiss had seen alot of fights between Aya and Yohji, but when it came to something like this, Yohji was only trying to protect the other boys. He merely let his anger get in the way. "Ken, we know you didn't mean for anything to happen. And Aya... I.." The blonde haired boy paused, trying to think of the right things to say. "I'll agree that things have been messed up.." he stated. "But,  I think it was time for the girls to know. We don't need young girls having crushes on men who will break their heart in the end anyway!"

 

Leave it to Omi to try and be cheerful about everything that happened. Yohji nodded slowly, and Ken suddenly jumped from his chair, clenching his fists, startling both Omi and Aya. "I HATE Sakura! I hate her!" he sobbed. "Aya's mine, dammit! I'm tired of her coming in, 'oh Aya!, Aya!'.. He doesn't like her! Why can't she leave us alone! I'm glad she saw what she did, I..I." Warm tears slid down Ken's cheeks. It was highly unusual for Ken to hate anything, let alone someone.

 

Aya gently reached out and held his crying lover. Ken's hands slid tightly around Aya's waist as he cried. "Shh, shh, Ken.. it's okay.." Yohji and Omi watched in dismay, almost shocked by how bad Ken felt about all of this, and how horribly he was truly affected. Perhaps it was all for the best, but if it were to be that Sakura would leave Aya alone only because she knew he dated Ken.. Omi and Yohji both knew that seemed a little too easy. Both boys knew that this wouldn't end quickly.

 

As Aya guided his crying lover from the kitchen, up to their room, Omi looked at Yohji helplessly. "Oh Yohji.. god help them both...It's terrible how blood can bring two people together.. if only tears that are bared were always that that symbolized love.. we'd have no reason to fight."

 

 Yohji nodded, as he reached out to hold the trembling younger boy. Omi folded in his arms, burying his face into the older man's shirt, desperately trying to suppress a sob that he so desperately wanted to let go.

 

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Ken gasped, horrified as Sakura wound her arms around Aya's shoulder's. The redhead didn't recoil, merely hugged her warmly. It was as if the brunette was unseen at all. Ken covered his face in sobs as the small girl gently brought her face up to Aya's, kissing him gently. Ken's eyes widened, and he began to scream as Sakura's hand drifted down from Aya's waist..

 

"NO AYA!" Ken cried hysterically into the darkness. He jerked not only himself but his lover from their glorious slumbers as he sat up, crying wildly.

 

Aya awoke with a start as he heard his name screamed. He sat up, worried, and gently pulled the trembling and crying Ken into his arms. "Shh.. Ken.. please.."

 

"Ran-chan.. please, I hate her so much.." Ken whispered between sobs. He felt Aya press kisses to his forehead, trembling fingers busily wiping away his tears. "Please, promise me you'll never leave me for her.. promise you'll always love me more.."

 

Aya cocked an eyebrow at the mention of 'her'. He knew Ken had had a dream about Sakura, obviously. But why would Ken ever think Aya would leave him? The dream must have been terrifying, and Aya wasn't about to make his darling brunette relive it by asking what happened. "Leave you? I'll never leave you, Kenken.. I love you.." He nuzzled Ken's cheek softly, gently turning and laying the boy down on the mattress. "Should I show you how much I love you? Yes, I think I should..."

 

Ken smiled weakly. Aya always tried to hard to please him, knowing that Ken had a never-ending  libido. He surrendered into Aya's arms, and nodded. "Hai, my beloved.. show me?" He whimpered as he felt Aya's lips across his cheek, biting his ear, and slipping down to his throat.

 

Silent pleas slipped past his lips as warm hands pushed aside his shirt and tugged at his pants, and Aya moved down, latching his lips over one of Ken's partially hardened nubs. The younger boy jerked instantly. As Aya continued to lick and pamper the reddened nub, he slid his other hand into Ken's pants, loosely fisting and pumping the throbbing arousal. He smiled as Ken thrust into his hand, writhing from pleasure.

 

Ken muffled his cries as he yanked at Aya's glorious cap of red hair. Aya whimpered, and moved back up to claim a kiss from his lover. He smiled at Ken before sliding his body back down. He kissed down Ken's trembling chest, until he came upon his engorged arousal. He smiled and took him into his mouth, sucking roughly as he gently massaged Ken's thigh.

 

The younger boy nearly shrieked when he felt the warmth and immediately thrusted into Aya's mouth. The face-fuck was a bit much because he made his lover gag. Giving Aya an apologetic look, he leaned up on his elbows to watch his beloved redhead. Aya merely smirked in response, but bit Ken, bringing forth another loud moan. Pulling away caused Ken to whine loudly, but the younger man knew what was still to come, and reaching into the beside drawer, he quickly pulled the tiny bottle out, and set it beside him. Aya rose to his knees, and gently laid Ken back. He slid some of the cold cream over his fingers, and sliding an arm around Ken's waist to hold him still, gently slid his hand between his legs, and pressed his finger against Ken's entrance.

 

The brunette whimpered. This was one part he didn't enjoy as much. It wasn't the coldness, but the pain that made him dispise it. Aya leaned forward and caught his lover in an intimate kiss to distract the pain as he pushed another finger inside. Stroking Ken's inside, he hit the right place, for Ken's hips bucked suddenly, and a muffled moan was pressed against his lips. When he knew Ken was ready, he gently touched the boys ankles, motioning for him to move a little. Pulling the sheets up around his waist, he hovered over Ken for a minute, pressing the tip of his own arousal against the younger boy. Their eyes locked for an instant, and with a silent 'yes', the permission was given and Aya pushed deeply into his lover.

 

A muffled scream arose from the brunette as thin fingers tangled deeply into crimson hair. Ken moaned against Aya's ear, as his lover thrust harder into him, pushing to the hilt with a violent start each time. Aya caught Ken's attention by kissing him again, and returning his other hand to stroke Ken where it felt best. "Oh Aya, please! More Aya!" Ken cried, and Aya moved faster, thrusting harder than before into the younger man. He'd be sore as hell in the morning, but for the pleasure they both felt now, it was a simple price to pay. "Oh Aya ! Please!" The cry arose again, as Ken desperately tried to rid Sakura from his mind.

Aya panted, trying desperately to please his lover. When a smile broke across Ken's face, he knew he'd accomplished the task.

 

Aya suddenly tensed, and flooded Ken's insides with his warmness, a strangled moan whispered Ken's name as he slid down into his lover's arm. Ken came a second later with the aid of Aya's hand, filling the small curve made between their closely connected bodies. Aya pulled out and gently kissed away the sweat on Ken's forehead and cheeks. "I love you, Ken.. I'll love you forever... nothing is gonna change."

 

Ken smiled softly as he ran his finger down Aya's cheek. His eyes brimmed with tears, and he nodded. The sex, the words, and the intimacy all a promise of a happy relationship, and Ken knew this. "I love you, Ran-chan.."

 

Aya smiled as he was held possessively by the younger man. To hell with cleaning up right now. He liked the warmth created by the warm arms that wound so tightly around him. As he closed his eyes, he wondered what the morning would bring.