It's funny how a year seems to go by in less than a day. Amusing how it can feel like you've known someone forever. And this was how Fujimiya felt about Ken. He'd always loved him. Even though he treated him badly in the past. Because Fujimiya was an asshole. But he knew Kenken loved him. He sat over the brunette who was still asleep in bed. It was 5am. Aya was an early riser.

 

He watched his lover intently. So beautiful. He reached up, tugging at his golden earring. Played with the tiny cross that hung from his neck. The cross Ken had given him for Christmas. A small smile shown only to Kenken in private played those tiny pale tiers.

 

He makes me feel so warm inside. So evil.

 

Crimson bangs sat messily against a thin forehead, a lean chest pressed against a wall, he tangled the sheets around his waist, not laying on Ken, but at least keeping him warm. The best he could.

 

He needed the rest.. the nights were long and he hadn't gotten that much good sleep, but  while he rested.. a single arm was moved to the side in search of that body that he always held dear to him.. then finding it.. the arm wrapped around the thin waist and was clung to.. though.. he was still deep asleep, it was funny how he did these things.. but the red haired man was his, and he would like to keep it that way.. no matter what, Aya-kun would be his for the  keeping.. tilting his head to the side.. he   nuzzled his cheek against the kin that was there.. so warm.. so cozy.. it was like he couldn't get enough of it.. he could lay there all day long.

 

 I get the feeling my freedom to love Ken will cost  me dearly.

 

Aya blushed as that tiny arm reached around his waist. Scrunching his body down, he slid down into Kenken's arm, and catching a soft earlobe in his mouth, sucked lightly, to arouse the younger man from his glorious slumber. Of course Aya would always be his. Neither of them would have it, well, any other way. Ever.

 

He nuzzled that soft flesh, crimson hair pushed against pale skin, and he purred softly, like a big cat. Because he was. A nice neko too. Ken was always  warm.  He wanted to say good morning. But it could spoil the mood. He  sighed. The boys fucked every night. Almost as bad as Yohji. The slutty Balinese. But Aya didn't mind. The lovemaking made him feel closer to his beloved. And it would be kept that way. Because it made things, well, perfect.

 

But I don't remember selling my soul cheaply to a fake god.

 

He kissed gently down Ken's neck, suckling the warmed flesh that had laid on the soft pillow for so many hours. "hn.." A single hand was brought around the older man's chest as Kenken proceeded to stroke the soft skin.. it made him feel warmer..

and mostly aroused. Aya always turned him on no matter what. After a few moments passed, those green  orbs slowly opened to gaze from strand to strand of red.. until his eyes met with the Abyssinian's. A slightly cheesy grin was apparent upon those pale lips of his, but he tried his best to stay calm. "Ohayo gozaimasu, Ran. "  His words were soft.. harsh words in the morning weren't his way.

 

He wasn't the best at waking up either, but if it was with the man infront of him as usual.. he tended to wake up easier. Aya woke up best when Ken was near. The best  thing to ever have is your lover next to you when you open your eyes at the start of a new day.

 

Why does he make me feel this way? Why must I love him?

 

He felt Ken's hand stroke his chest and he smiled, amethyst eyes softening as they met Ken's beautiful gray-greens. "Ohayou, my Kenken." Aya's words were always soft. Unless he was angry. Then he could be violent. But Aya tried to never  take his violent behavior out on Ken. He'd never hurt his lover. At least not intentionally.

 

Those were the only words that Ken spoke.. as he brought a single hand up to take ahold of his lover's cheek gently, stroking it lightly with a single thumb. Then moving up closer to him. He opened his lips and proceeded to take

the red head's earlobe within the warmth to suckle and nibble on it. Feeling a bit frisky at the moment. The look Aya always gave him made him shiver with excitement.

 

Aya whimpered. He felt Ken carefully avoiding his earring, and yet still take advantage with the redhead's sensitive spots. Aya always liked being around Ken, and no matter how hard he tried, the brunette always seemed to arouse him. It could be obnoxious, especially when they were in public. He felt the warm, calloused fingers stroke his

cheek and he whimpered and nuzzled soft brown hair, his own thing digits pulling at long strands.

 

 Because you make me feel complete.

 

 He wanted the attention, he adored the attention. It made everything feel good to know Aya was the center of Ken's world at that very moment.

 

Ken brought his lips back. He heard the whimper and it made him grin almost tauntingly. The hand that was placed on Aya's cheek was brought down to slide around his waist. A slight tug was felt as Ken moved Aya up a bit so he could straddle those hips of his.

 

That was all that was needed so the brunette could move down and suckle on the small nub that was visible on his lover's chest. He loved to please him.. no matter what. Aya's back arched, pushing forth that pale chest, as he whimpered and moaned into his lover. I shouldn't have you. I should have no one. His hands holding Ken's waist

tightly as he was straddled, amethyst eyes slid shut.

 

It's funny how even at five in the morning that the redhead could be ready for such a tease as the Siberian. But then again, Aya was ready for Ken anytime.

 

And yet I have you.

 

He twisted, moving under Ken in a heat of lust and passion for his Kenken. Hidaka knew everything that pleased him. And always did everything that pleased him. And everything was just right.

 

Those pale lips parted to let out a slightly muffled groan. Nothing stopped him though as he suckled on the nub a bit more. Tugging at it with his teeth then placing both arms up and around Abyssinian's shoulders. He couldn't help but moves his hips a bit as the red haired man twisted underneath him. That felt so good, and at the same time turned him on. Slender fingers were entwined with the red tendrils that Kenken's lover adorned, tugging lightly to show his love and appreciation.

 

Aya cried out, feeling Ken's hips grinding into his own, leaning up onto his elbows, demanding a kiss from his lover. So needy.. The Abyssinian was always needy though. That's what made them so perfect.

 

I could die tomorrow.

 

Enjoying the feel of Ken tug at his red locks his hands slid gently across Ken's back, sliding in front to pinch and caress sensitive nubs. Why let Kenken have all the fun. It just wasn't worth it that way.

 

The Siberian lifted his head a bit from the now shiny chest. Bringing his upper body up a bit so he could reach his lover's face. Ken's digits never moved from those silk strands of red. Knowing the Abyssinian wanted to play as well. He brought his lips down to lip lock with his lover. Trailing that wet tongue along the lower part of Aya's lips.. placing his other hand on the bed beside them until the sensitive nubs on his chest were pinched.. he let out a cry of exstacy. It felt so damn good.

 

Aya kissed his lover with passion, and anger, but more over need. He finally broke the kiss, rolled the Siberian over and moved his body down, running his cool tongue down the center of Ken's chest, and coming upon his chest, took one of the small nubs into his mouth, turning it hard and rosy red. His hand slid down, pressing against Ken's

inner thigh, thin digits  running up the underside of Hidaka's shaft.

 

 But right now I'm here. Right here. Where I belong.

 

Feathery touches fluttered across the head as Aya continued to suckle Kenken's chest. He loved to please Ken, his crys a beautiful melody to his ears. The excitement of his lover doing such things to him brought a cry of need from his lips. Both hands were brought forward to grasp ahold of the red head's hair. Gently though, not tightly so

he ended up hurting the man.

 

Green eyes were shut tightly as the pleasure from the Siberian's staff sent shivers up and down his spine. A couple of jerks and squirms were seen and felt by his hips as he cried for more. "Ran.. more.. onegai.." His grasp on the red strands were a bit tighter, in a needing type of way. Of course, he wasn't harsh. Giving Aya pain was his most

hated thing to do.

 

Aya winced as his hair was yanked and he pulled away. Petting it slowly, he allowed that special smile only shown to Ken to come through. His Ken. His thin eyebrow arched and double teeth laughed as Aya suddenly moved down, and snickering softly, engulfed Ken. He took in his member, sucking roughly.

 

But I'm nothing. I'm nothing but a murderer.

 

Aya was good at the pain-and-pleasure combination. He slid his own amethyst eyes closed as he played. It was enjoyable. He hadn't done this in a while. He'd missed it. The feeling of Ken's lover engulfing his erect, yet thin member made him jerk a bit and grunt in delight. Along with a moan or two. A single hand was brought up to grasp ahold of the sheets underneath him as his body continued to squirm a bit. Then lifting his hips up, he proceeded to try and thrust a bit to help. Ken grimaced and parted those pale lips to let out another pleasured moan. His member throbbing in need. Aya found himself swallowing to push past his gag reflex. He loved the sound of Ken's moans, and continued to suck him. He took in his lover until he felt Ken's shaft hitting the back of his throat, and finally he pulled away, and spilling himself onto the sheets beside Ken, he looked at him, almost completely helpless.

 

No. Ken doesn't love a 'nothing'. Ken loves me. For me.

 

His arms and legs bent slightly, allowing a nice invitation, a small blush crossed the redhead's cheeks. As his lover ended the pleasure, both eyes opened in wonder and wandered over to gaze towards the red head. Now knowing what he wanted, which made Ken even more excited than usual. Taking to his knees carefully, both hands were slid 

over Aya's lean chest. Then settling them on both sides of the man's body, he positioned himself and brought his lips down to suckle gently upon the Abyssinian's earlobe while entering him in a loving, but lustful thrust. The bite on the earlobe produced a groan from him, waiting for his lover to react.

 

The natural lubrication made it easy for Ken to enter him, a tearing cry escaped from the Abyssinian as his head fell back, arching his back as he felt Ken enter him. He moaned as Ken bit him, his arms clinging to Ken's neck, his legs gently sliding around the younger man's hips to go in further.

 

"More, more.." he whispered. Needingly. He wanted love. Now.

 

 I don't know why I love you.

 

Sweat beads clung to red hair and a thin brows, as he cried Ken's name, feeling the younger man thrust harder, and faster. It felt so good. A rough lover. Just what the Abyssinian enjoyed.

 

Ken started to thrust needingly. The pleasure was making him shudder in anticipation. He wanted to reach the edge along with his lover, and it was going to happen whether he liked it or not. Lifting his head from the older man's chest, he brought it up to catch the red head's attention. When Ken did.. he locked his thin lips with Aya's. It was a rough and passionate kiss. Just to bring him closer to the edge. When he felt it was time, he grimaced and closed both eyes tightly as the liquidy fluid coated Aya's  insides.

 

Aya whimpered as he came with his lover, tightening fingers around his, enjoying the rough kiss as milky fluid splattered over the small curve between his and Ken's chest.

 

But I love you.. because I want to.

 

 He panted, clinging to Ken, almost scared. Too scared to let go. And he sighed deeply. "Kenken.." he uttered. So perfect.

 

Ken slowed down his thrusts while lowering himself onto the red head's body, careful not to put all of his weight on the older man. A pant came from the Siberian's lips as he brought his head down to kiss the sides of his face and down his neck lovingly. Then suckling on the sweat that formed when they were making love. He didn't want it any

different.. Aya was his and that's the way it was going to be. "Ran.." He muttered softly while closing his eyes. Gosh was he tired.

 

Aya pulled the brunette lovingly into his arms, gently kissing his forhead, asnd cheeks, enjoying the feel of Ken pulling away to kiss his neck. He held the younger man possessively.  Aya never wanted it any different. This was how it should have been. Long ago. Funny how meeting someone can change your whole life. Sometimes for the

worst. He rubbed his chest softly. It's gonna be a long day. The redhead closed his eyes.

 

Beautiful dreamer.

 

They both slept the day away.