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Once Upon a Violent Night

 

 

[Friday Afternoon at Koneko No Sume Ie]

The crimson redhead sits silently in the flowershop, after a brutal attack from Crawford who bought lilies earlier, and demanded he wrap them repeatedly, so Fujimiya was a little annoyed. Water, water, pat pat the flowers. Water, pat pat. And the ritual continued, except Fujimiya-san began getting  further annoyed. “Shi ne... Shi ne.. Shi ne..” He whispered silently, being violent towards his tiny friends, water, water, bash bash, water, water, bash bash. Poor Flowers!

Ken walked into the shop and stretched. Man, what a long day it had been, ne? He had taken an extra long break for lunch, and he hoped that Aya hadn't noticed. Because, that, would be bad. Fujimiya didn't appear to be having the best day in the world, but Ken wasn't sure whether he should inquire about it, or not. One wrong word, and Aya could lose his temper. He stayed over in the corner of the shop for a moment and pretended to be fixing up one of the displays. “So...” He finally said, after waiting a few moments to be sure that it was safe to speak. "Did I, umm, miss anything while I was on my break?"

Aya frowned. “I nearly killed Crawford, and Omi took off with MY Yohji again....” He snarled knowing he'd be deprived of sex again for another night. He began watering the flowers again, water, water, bash bash. He grabbed  the flower, ripping it to shreds without realizing, and  looked over at Ken and frowned.

“Calm down, Demon boy..” Ken said, exasperated. To tell you the truth, Ken wasn't too fond of working with Aya alone. Why, you ask? Well, because Aya liked to rip apart every little thing that he did wrong. And, since Ken usually made a lot of mistakes, well, let's just say it wasn't too pretty. “So, what happened to you, you look terrible.” Ken could be a very honest person sometimes.

Fujimiya growled. Glaaare. Uh-oh, the shi-ne act seemed to be in process as Fujimiya walked over to Ken and threw down the ripped up flower. “I want to go to sleep.” Aya frowned and looked Ken in the eye, glaring daggers. He scowled. “You need to water the lilies that Crawford mussed up.” Wow. What a great invitation for a nice night in bed.

Ken looked over at Aya. He was a little surprised, I mean, he was only trying to be friendly! “Well, somebody's having a bad day.” He turned back to his arrangement, ignoring Aya's questions for the moment. “Say, Fujimiya, do you think these should really be priced this high? I mean, come on now.” Aya did not look terribly amused. “Oh, you want me to make you feel better, is that it? Or don't tell me, you're thinking about how much you'd rather have Omi-kun or Yohji rather than me.” He smiled.  “Well, sorry Fujimiya, but, you're stuck with me.” 

Aya's eyes turned and glared daggers at Ken- no way he just said that! “No.. they're priced fine.” Aya pushed Ken away from that display and towards the lilies. He lazily leaned over Ken's shoulder, gently wrapping a thin arm around his waist, and breathed darkly into his ear. “Stuck to you? No.. This is stuck to you, Hidaka..”

Ken rolled his eyes. “Oh, I get it. Since I'm the only one left you feel like you have to try and put the moves on me, eh? Well, let me tell you somethin!” I mean, honestly. The minute Omi and Yohji were gone, look what the guy goes and does. Oh, look at that. Someone's gone and messed up the pretty window displays again. Ken slid out of Aya's grasp and went to go fix them up.

Aya scowled. "Ken!" He watched Ken walk away and he hit the broom against the floor angrily. This wasn't about Omi.. or Yohji, this was about how he felt. Which obviously Ken didn't care about. He turned away. “I like you..” he murmured softly.

What was he talking about now? If it had been anyone else saying those words to him, Ken would have just laughed in their face. But when Fujimiya said them, it meant something totally different. He never kidded around, and he never spoke unless it was absolutely necessary. “Fujimiya, are you feeling alright?” Ken had to make sure he had heard him correctly.

“Hai.” he said quietly, leaning the broom against the counter. He turned back, his cheeks now spilled a nice crimson, nearly matching his hair. His amethyst eyes looked shaky, and his fingers trembled slightly as he spoke. It was time to be honest, not only with himself and his feeling but with that whom he loved. Which happened to be Ken.

“You're serious, you're actually serious, aren't you?” Ken couldn't help but laugh. I mean, it was funny, after all. Actually hearing Aya admit that he cared for something. Let alone someone. Ken walked back over to him. 

Aya looked down. “Hai.” His cheeks turned further red. Like it was actually easy to admit someone that Ran Fujimiya, the Abyssinian, cared. He watched as Ken walked over, and he turned away, ashamed. “G-gomen..”

“What's there to be sorry about? As long as you really mean it, that is.” And he had to, didn't he? As unbelievable as it sounded, it was even harder to believe that he would say something like that and not mean it. “Hey Fujimiya, what do ya say we close the shop early today?” If there was one way to find out how Aya really felt, it was by getting him to close the shop early. He never closed up early!

Aya looked up. “Close shop early? Just pull the shades down then.. that way no one knows we're still here..” he said quietly. His cheeks were still flushed as he flipped the sign over and closed the door. He looked around. “We can clean later.”

What's this? Aya the workaholic, closing early? Ken could hardly believe it. He really must be in love. Ken studied him as he took his apron off and tossed it aside. “Well...” He tried to think of something to say. 

Aya sat down quietly, pulling off his own apron. He slid his fingers through his crimson hair. It seemed Ken thought all of this was a big joke, which made things much worse. He suddenly got up, and cutting Ken off, kissed him softly.

My my my, that was certainly unexpected. But then again, so was the whole situation. Ken wasn't really sure what to expect from the redhead. I mean, it was hard to even imagine him with someone else... Still, he wasn't complaining. He slipped his arms gently around the other's waist and closed his eyes.

Aya wasn't even quite ready for it himself, but he continued to kiss Ken softly, pushing his tongue past those tiny lips, exploring the inside of his mouth. It was nice, to be with someone else, besides Yohji. Maybe that's what Aya needed. Change.

Aya was a good kisser, surprisingly. But then again, it was only surprising to him because they'd never kissed before. Why was that, I wonder? I suppose it was because Ken had always assumed that Aya would stay with Kudou for, well, forever. Why would he bother with Ken when he had him? Now that he finally had the redhead, he felt as if he never wanted to let him go. 

Aya kissed Ken, his fingers sliding over the thin body, his fingers sliding back up and into silky brown hair, his eyes sliding shut as he kissed Hidaka. He liked the feeling of Ken’s chestnut hair, his arms holding him tightly, the feel of his skin, his breath, so close to his own. It was comforting.

Ken's arms, still wrapped around the redhead's waist, pulled him down to the floor. He was gentle though, he didn't want to do anything to screw things up. He couldn't help but glance over at the left corner of the shop for some reason. Heh, and then he remembered why it was that his gaze seemed to drift in that direction. We all have days when we're bored. Ken had them everyday. He couldn't help but let his mind wander, and can you blame him? It was usually during those days when he got stuck with Fujimiya. Those were the longest... Sure, Aya may not have been the friendliest person in the world, but there was just something... mysterious about him, that interested Ken. And then of course, there was also the fact that he was incredibly good looking.  He was also, however, a total bitch to work with. It was on those incredibly long and boring days when Aya was in an especially bitchy mood that Ken would picture the two of them back there, in that very same corner that he was looking at right now. It was only imaginary though, of course he could never really have Aya. But now, here he was, he had finally gotten him just where he wanted him. Well, not quite. Ken decided it was high time to move this little makeout session to the back corner of the room.  And who knows, maybe he'd even get lucky. Not that he was really worried about that though. After all, Fujimiya was the one who had started all this in the first place. It was practically impossible to back out now, right?

Aya didn't have many fantasies besides those in the shower when he sometimes got a little loud and Omi banged on the door, or late at night when the sheets were cold between his pale thighs and he wanted something to make him feel warm inside. He often dreamed of Ken, but letting Yohji, or anyone know for that matter, had always scared him. Until now. Aya was startled as he was dragged to the back corner, which was filled with roses and gentian violets. He looked around. There was no more backing down at this point, he'd have to hang in there, but he wasn't about to back down, not as he came this far. Leaned back against the wall again, he decided his shirt was obnoxious and he pulled it off, showing a finely muscled chest, yet still as pale as snow.

Ken smiled. He'd still be gentle. For now, that is. Aya's lips were soft and they tasted sweet, but making love to him would be even sweeter still. Ken took his own shirt off and tossed it aside. He started to say something, but then decided against it as speaking now might ruin the moment. He pulled the redhead closer and kissed him deeply.  Ken wasn't sure whether Aya would prefer he take things slowly, or not. Oh well, he'd just do as he pleased unless Aya made some sort of protest. But, he wouldn't, of course. How could he? Ken wondered if he was nervous at all. He continued to kiss him as his hands slid down and attempted to pull at the buttons to Aya’s pants.

Aya's hand slid over Ken's back, he didn't resist, he liked it, but the fact that Ken was taking so much control, tsk, tsk, he didn't like that. He broke the kiss, and after fumbling with Ken's pants, pushing back the brunette slightly he kissed him again, and gently kissed down his creamy chest, and paused, looming slightly, just above his member, he bent down, his tongue flickering over the tip, tasting the saltiness, teasing. “Ken..” he crooned softly.  He was going to make Ken beg. Just for the fun of it. Because he could. Because he was the Abyssinian.

Wait just a minute here, Ken was supposed to be the one in control! It felt nice to have all that power over Fujimiya for once. He would have to let Aya have his way for now though. “Aya, come one, what do you want me to beg, is that what you want? I'll bet it is!” Not to worry though. The redhead would get his soon enough.

Aya smirked. “Beg, Kenken. Tell A-yan what you want..” His bent down, taking him in a little, and pulled back just as suddenly. “Kenken..” he whispered, his voice a little lower because his voice had hitched. This was fun.

“What? What do you want me to say, huh?” No, really! Ken wasn't sure quite what Aya wanted him to do. Yeah, well, just you wait, Fujimiya. Ken was sure going to show him a thing or two.

 Aya smiled. “Beg for me.. Tell me what you want.” Come on, Ken couldn't be this dense. Aya knew he would probably regret this later, but hell, may as well have fun while it lasted.. ne?

Ken frowned. There was no way getting around this. “Please?” he murmured. There, was that good enough?

Aya shook his head. ‘Uh-uh-uh, Kenken!” He smirked, those double teeth bared as he laughed silently at Ken.

Ken whined. This was getting ridiculous. “Aya! Come on, Please!”

Aya paused. He seemed to contemplate it as he watched Ken thrash about. And finally he nodded. “Okay.” He agreed, and with a quick movement, bent down and engulfed his lover, taking in Ken quickly. Aya wasn’t terrific, but what he lacked in skill he more than enough made up in enthusiasm. He pushed further, memorizing the taste, the feel of Ken, pushing dangerously near his gag reflex but pulling away at the last moment, he had never gone that far, and actually, didn’t want to make a fool of himself. He remembered a certain spot that always pleased Yohji and he moved, taking Ken again, until he hit that special spot, repeatedly.

Aya was pretty good. Better than Omi ever was, that's for sure. Omi... I wonder where he was right now. Ken couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of guilt, but, for all he knew, Omi was off somewhere with Youji right now. Yeah, in fact,

Ken was sure  he was. 

Aya paused, and after a few more minutes and not wanting Ken to come, he pulled away and rolled beside him. he didn't care about Yohji actually. He pushed his crimson locks out of his eyes, and ignoring the pain in his arms, hugged Ken tightly.  He paused, and looked up. "Ken.. This will change everything if we continue.. everything is at risk.." he said quietly. He didn't care. He could deal with change. That's what teammates were for, ne?

Ken rested the side of his face against Aya's shoulder. "Yeah, I know..." But that didn't really seem to matter right now. All he cared about at that moment, was being this close to the one person who had always seemed so distant and out of reach. 

Aya kissed him softly. "Do you mind?" It was Ken's turn to take control, Aya was ready for change, and ready to let his beloved brunette take his place. He liked just resting against Ken. It was comforting.

Ken paused for a moment to think about that. "No." And anyway,who could worry about that at a time like this? Who cares what happened later. If it was such a big deal, then they could just pretend like none of this ever happened, right? Ken smirked and kiss Aya, pulling the redhead further into the corner. This was going to be perfect. Just perfect. Once Ken had the redhead where he wanted him, he leaned him up against the wall and kissed him. Aya was right when he said everything would change as they knew it. Ken just hoped it was for the better.

Aya changed the pace slightly and began to grind his hips into Ken, enjoying the look on Hidaka’s face and the shoots of pleasure that surged through his own body.

Ken could tell that Aya was enjoying this just as much as he was. He drew the redhead up against him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist, pushing his body against Aya’s. “What would you do if the others walked in right now?” Heh. Ken thought it would be pretty funny.

Aya whimpered at Ken pushing against him, and he closed his eyes, arching his back into Ken. “I’d laugh.” He said shortly, his crimson bangs pushing into his bright violet eyes. “And then drag you to my room. So we could finish.”

Ken laughed. It would be pretty funny. He kissed the redhead again, just holding him as Aya was pressed up against the wall.

Aya kissed him softly, his fingers tangling in Ken’s soft hair and in a breath of lust he broke the kiss and smiled, a look crossing his face that showed Ken he cared. He rested his head on Ken’s shoulders, and felt his face go red. Everything had already changed, and there was no turning back now. May as well look to the future. A happy future. With Hidaka.

Ken watched Aya’s eyes, having caught his look. It wasn’t like Ken didn’t care about the redhead at all. In fact, he cared about him alot. That wasn’t the point though. The point was, now he finally had his chance to have him, just as he’d always imagined on those especially long and boring days at the shop with Fujimiya.

Aya knew he cared. Whether he responded or just looked at him, Aya knew.He leaned up and kissed Ken softly, purring. His long arms slid around Ken, pulling him close. Sure Ken would have him. But if Aya would be a good boy and listen? And that the true question.

Aya would do whatever Ken wanted him to. This was his day. Sure, Fujimiya may have been the one to put the moves on him, but that really didn’t make any difference at all. In the end, this was still Ken who was living out one of his fantasies. But enough of that. Ken turned him around and threw him up against the wall. Heh, he wasn’t so tough after all.

Aya growled when he was thrown up against the wall. He was supposed to be in charge. Oh well. Let him have his fun. It’d be fun to have Hidaka in charge, to be truthful. He was tough, but he was enjoying this alot.

Ken of course was enjoying himself. He cared about the redhead, but at the same time, he felt as if he was getting back at him for all the shit he had put him through over the years. It sounded kinda mean, but who could think about that now? Besides, he could always make up for it later. Ken reached his hand around and undid the buttons on Aya’s pants. He wondered if Aya was nervous at all. Or worried, or even afraid. Ken hoped he was.

Aya was really nervous. And he felt rushed. “Ken, come on!” He whispered. His voice was a little deeper than usual, and his breathing was hitched. He was slightly scared. Scared that someone would come home. But that wasn’t stopping him.

No one had to tell Ken to hurry up. Of course, he was worried that the others might come back, too, but he had other things on his mind at the moment. He kissed gently down the redhead's neck as he moved his hands slowly down his back. It was fun to drag things out and see how tense he could make him. 

 Aya was tense. 'Tch. Aya was terrified someone would come back. He shuddered at Ken's kisses, and yelped for Ken to hurry up. He showed he was scared. But he couldn't help but enjoy himself. It felt so good. Even though it was so wrong. It felt so right, at the moment. And that's what mattered.

Sure, it felt right for Ken too, I suppose. But then again, there was nothing he could think of that would make what was happening right now seem wrong to him.  It was wrong to begin with, really, but there was no turning back now.

Aya moaned against his lover. “Ken, please!” He begged him quietly. Aya hated being teased, something Kudou used to do until Aya would cry. And Aya refused to cry in front of Ken. He scratched his nails against Ken's back softly, his breathing harsh in Ken's ear.

Ken liked making Aya wait, but he could tell that he was starting to get impatient. Still, it was funny to see him get all upset like that. I mean, he almost looked cute. Ken smiled and turned him around so that he was facing the wall.

Aya leaned against the wall, practically panting. His hair clung to his cheeks, his hands balled into fists against the wall. He felt Ken close behind him. He didn't like being cute. He wanted to be fucked. Now.

Well, that wasn't a problem, seeing as how Ken wanted the same thing. He hoped he wouldn't hurt the redhead too much. Aya was pretty strong though. He wondered what it was like when he and Yohji fucked... Nothing like this, I'll bet. Yohji was just too, too... Ah, there he goes again. Ken was always letting his mind wander like that. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing, I mean, sometimes it could be quite useful, really.   Like those days when it was just him and Aya in the shop. Heh, those were the worst. Or the best, depending on how you looked at it. I mean, those were the days when Ken, ya know... When he thought about the two of them back there, in the corner. Which brings us back to the present. Here they were, Ken finally getting to live out one of his fantasies, and what does he do? He thinks about all the boring times he's had in the shop. Not that any of that really mattered anymore. Maybe things would even stay this way from now on. Ken stopped worrying about such stupid things as what work was going to be like after this, and concentrated on the redhead that stood before him. Trying to at least be somewhat gentle at first, he slid into him as slowly and carefully as possible. Well, sorta. So far so good, I guess. Aya didn't seem too afraid or anything. He would be though!  As much as Ken cared for him, at the same time, it was as though he almost wanted  to hurt him... I guess it was just because Ken liked it when he actually got to be in control of things. Aya was like their leader, but for once, Ken got to be the one in charge. Sure, it was the same way when he was with Omi, but this was... different. This was Aya.

Aya whimpered and moaned as he felt Ken enter him. He hadn't had someone this gentle in, well, years. “More..” He whispered. “Harder..” He was used to it. Yohji used to hit, until Aya cried. A little tears mixed with cum and blood. Yep. That was what Yohji thought was nice sex. Raw and hard. He wanted to bleed. He tried not to let his mind wander, but he couldn't help but see Yohji and Omi wherever they were, and Omi in his place, performing Aya and Yohji's special little ritual. He didn't like that idea. Sliding his amethyst eyes closed his whined from deep inside his throat, whispering Ken's name. From the fun they'd already had, he wouldn't last long. He never did.

 

[Later That Evening]

Aya drove down the street, back towards the flowershop. Ken stared out the window as Megumi Hayashibara sang one of Aya’s favorite songs on the radio and Aya drummed his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the beat. Ken inhaled into the small paper bag, breathing lightly. “Mmm, Chinese take-out..”

Aya  stared at the road ahead, Megumi’s lyrics repeating through his head, the melody of “Lively Motion”  filling the tiny white car. He looked over remember the time Botan had been with him and thrown his paper airplane around in his car. He actually had it still in the car somewhere... Aya was snapped back into reality as he stared out the rain-covered windshield to see the dimly lit Koneko No Sume Ie Flowershop before them. He squeezed Ken’s hand as they pulled back against the road next to the flowershop. “One more day alone with you, and then they get home...”

Ken nervously nodded. “Hai, but do we have to tell them right away?”

Aya nodded. “It’s probably best..”

Aya and Ken walked in, and the sound of the TV echoed through the tiny flowershop as they walked up the stairs to the apartment. “Fujimiya, did you leave the TV on?”

Aya looked up. “Iie, I didn’t watch any today..” Pushing open the door, the redhead’s eyes widened slightly to see Tsukiyono and Kudou sitting quietly on the couch watching TV.

 Yohji stood up and smiled slightly. “Aya-kun, Okaeri..” He paused, as his eyes settled on Hidaka and Fujimiya’s joined hands. “What’s going on...?”

Ken cleared his throat, and slipped slightly behind Aya whose eyes had narrowed quickly. Tsukiyono looked over to pay attention as Ken pushed the brunette locks from his eyes. “Your home..”

“...Early.” Aya finished, as his eyes travelled up to meet the angry Balinese’s. Once again Yohji demanded the same question. Aya squeezed Ken’s hand, and paused again, swallowing hard. “Anou..Ken and I are dating, now.”

Omi’s eyes widened, as he piped in from the couch in shock. “No Ken-kun! This is a joke right?” His eyes filled with tears. “Please Ken! Please don’t tell me all your words, all your promises had been a lie!” His strawberry blonde hair pushed into his azure eyes as he threw his arms out, emphasizing his pain, unable to believe that all of this was real.

Ken looked down, unable to meet Omi’s eyes. “Gomen nasai, Omi...”

Omi began to cry. “No Ken-kun! You can’t say that!”

Ken look up, his green gray eyes filling with tears slightly as he pulled closer to Fujimiya, and Aya gently held him, knowing how hard it was, but also knowing it was his turn soon. “People change Omi.. I changed.”

Omi’s pushed back his sobs as he scowled at Aya and ran from the room. “Ken-kun, Aya-kun, Hidoi!”

Yohji glared at Aya. “You have nerve. We go away for one weekend on a mission and you both decide that you feel the need to have sex and run off together? What’s next? Your getting married?”

 “Dunno.” Aya said flatly.

Yohji threw his hands up. “I gave you the world, Fujimiya, and you are still not happy?”

Aya shook his head. “Iie. Hidaka is all I need, not you.”

Kudou glared. “This isn’t over, I swear it isn’t! Hidaka, god, Hidaka, I hate you..!” he scowled, and stormed angrily from the room, chocolate locks hiding his emerald eyes which too, like Tsukiyono’s had begun to water.

Aya frowned. “I leave him and he realizes how much I was really worth.. guess he’ll be out bedding women every night again.”

Ken sighed and squeezed his hand. “Let’s just eat our dinner, okay?”

Aya nodded. “Sure, lemme crack open that sake...”

In the other room, Omi cried silently on his bed. All he could think of was how Ken touched another man, Aya. The Abyssinian, the newest member to Weiss. He’d always thought his Kenken would be faithful. It hadn’t been his fault Kudou had bothered him when they were drunk. And he knew Aya knew about it, though he wasn’t quite sure how. The Abyssinian worked in mysterious ways, that was all he knew. He crawled off his bed, and decided to go see Yohji. Better to cry with another than be alone.

Yohji laid on his bed. Warm tears flooded the soft pillows, chocolate eartails stuck to his face as his emerald eyes grieved. He laid curled up on his bed, a article of clothing that smelled nicely of Fujimiya clutched in his hand. It was one of the few things he had. Aya had never been one for possessions. The only he guarded practically with his life was his earring. As a crack of light grew in the room and a miserable Tsukiyono slid in, Kudou sat up, and tried to desprately wipe his tears.

“Shh.. Yohji-kun, it’s me..” Omi walked over and dove onto the bed, sliding his arms around the older boy and began to cry. “It’s over, everything is over, I’ve lost it all, Yohji-kun..”

Yohji looked down, and after pushing his long eartails from his eyes, gently hugged the youngest of Weiss. “I’m still here for you, Tsukiyono..”

Omi shook his head, and sat up, pulling away and sat beside Yohji, trying to bite it back. “It’s not the same. I’ll never see that special smile Ken saved for me, or enjoy the meals he cooked only for me.. now everything will be for Aya because Aya is his beloved.. everything is ruined..”

Yohji’s eyes watered again at the mention of Aya. He suddenly broke down and began to cry again. “Aya-kun, Aya-kun..” he cried softly. His broad shoulders trembled as he covered his face with his hands, salty tears slipping between his fingers.

Omi reached out carefully, and hugged the older man, nuzzling his back softly. “Gomen nasai, Yohji..”

Yohji cried softly. “He was all I had, Tsukiyono.. The only person I truly lived for anymore..”

Omi nodded. He knew how he felt. He knew the feeling to live for one, and feel dead once that one was gone. He too knew the feeling. They all did. Much too well.

Back with Ken, Aya began wiping away his problems with sake as the hours passed, and Ken noticed a very drunken Aya before him. Which could be bad. As Aya cracked bad jokes and rolled around on the living room floor near the empty take out boxes and chopsticks, Ken decided he was having alot of fun with Aya. It had been the first time in a long time he’d seen him laughing.

Aya struggled to get to his knees and fell over. “Nnn, I didn't know Nagi's powers could bother me so far away..” he slurred. Again and again he tried to get up, only falling on Ken each time. He finally just gave up and kissed Ken roughly, not noticing lights in the hallways going on and off. Oh well. Even his kisses were a bit sloppier, but his fingers were still good, if not better. He looked up at Ken, his violet eyes a bit distant. He smiled. It was goofy.. but still sincere.

Ken almost fell over onto the floor he was laughing so hard. “Fujimiya, you really crack me up sometimes, you know that?” He knelt down in front of the redhead and patted him on the head. “I think it's past somebody's bedtime.”

Aya looked up and slurred. “Nuuh.. I'm Weiss'... uhm.. I'm Weiss' leader. I don't have a bedtime!”  He hit his fist on the floor, only to whine that it hurt a bit. Aya laid on his back moaning in "agony" hoping Ken would come play.

Ken was still laughing as he laid down beside 'Weiss' Leader' and smiled at him. “You know, Fujimiya, you're really cute when you're drunk.” Aya was cute all the time, but especially now. “If I wasn't such a nice guy, I might even try and take advantage of you...” Smiiiiile. Or maybe I will, anyway.

 Aya groaned. “You.. you wouldn't take advantage of.. the Weisssssss ...” slurr. “Weiiissss leader..”  Aya looked up with this horridly silly grin across his face. “You know.. once,  I saw Yohji go to the bathroommm....by accident....” slurr... he started to giggle, but it was messed up. “He sat down!” Aya laughed harder, and slapped his knee stupidly.

Ken was really about to lose it now. A drunken Aya was a funny Aya, and a funny Aya was definitely something that Ken wasn't used to! Could the others hear how much fun they were having? I sure hope so. Ken made sure to talk extra loud, just in case they were trying not to listen. “Fujimiya, you're too much, really you are!” Now, come onnnnnn and let me take you to bed!

Aya leaned against Ken. He was drunk and tired. “Can we go lay in bed?”

“I thought you'd never ask!” He stood up, taking Aya by the hand and leading him toward his room as he did so. You know, it really was a good thing that Ken was still sober. Because, a drunken Ken, would be an out of control Ken. And, an out of control Ken with no angry and stubborn Aya to keep him in line, would be chaos. Hehehe, this was going to be fun!

Aya ran into walls, and after the fifth run, he was sure Ken would think he did it purposely. He ran purposely into Yohji's and Omi's door, crying  “Oh Ken!” and mimicking Ken by crying  “Oh Aya!” as they walked to the last bedroom in the hallway--Aya's.

Ken had never laughed so hard in his life. Or had this much fun before. Not only did he have Aya all to himself, but now he could rub it in everyone's face as well. Ha ha! I'm Ken, and Aya likes me better than you! Once they were alone, he threw Aya down on the bed, and then jumped on it, laying down beside him.

Aya rolled over and off the side. He didn't bother to get up just cried out loudly. “Oh Ken! You animal!”

Ken laughed and leaned over the side of the bed, looking down at his beloved redhead. “The floor it is then!” He rolled over off the bed and landed next to Aya. “Are you ready for me!”

Aya nodded. “Hell yah...”

Ken pulled at the zipper on Aya’s pants. Aya smirked when he saw Ken get stuck, but the brunette improvised by yanking on them, loosening the zipper, and the tight black jeans flew across the room.

In the dark, Aya could see Ken pulling at his own pants, and he leaned back and looked up at the ceiling when he suddenly felt Hidaka engulf him. His eyes widened and slid shut, his hands flew up, tangling themselves in Ken’s rich hair. He moaned into his lover, as Ken slowly took in more.

Aya’s moans excited Ken, who continued to take in more of his beloved redhead, his hands gently caressing his pale thighs. Closing his own eyes, he purred at Aya’s excited whimpers and his quiet cries for Ken. It was so much different than how it had been with Tsukiyono, and he’d prefered it so much more.

Omi stopped typing at his computer. It had been two hours since the Balinese had fallen asleep crying in his arms, since he’d tucked him into bed and walked back to his own room alone to work on his computer, one of the few things that still made him happy. Aya’s wails had stopped and Omi decided now would be a good time to go and talk to Ken, pherhaps work everything out and have them get back together. He slipped out of the door, and walked down the dimly lit hallway. Yohji’s soft snores were heard from under his door, as Omi continued to walk down to Aya’s room.

Aya moaned softly. “Kenken..” He leaned up on his elbows to watch Ken, who had begun to work quicker.

Ken, who noticed Aya’s movements merely pushed him back down, telling him to be quiet and let him work. He must have hit Aya’s special spot, because Aya’s hips suddenly bucked, and Ken found himself pushing past his gag reflex. He smiled. Aya was certianly enjoying himself, drunk or not.

 The small boy pressed the side of his face up to the door. Hmn, sounded quiet enough. He pushed open the door. “Ken-kun..?” He whispered. “Ken...” He should have known better than to just walk in there. “Ken-kun!” He cried, horrified. How could he?! How could they?! “What are you doing?!” Well, what does it look like they're doing? Poor little Omi was none too pleased. He could just kill that redhead!

Aya had arched his back to Ken, his eyes tightly closed. Ken was wonderful. Thin digits were tangled deeply into Ken’s dark chocolate hair as Aya bit his lip lightly. It wasn’t great, it was so perfect. It was so much better than he could have ever gotten before. A silent whisper of joy came from his lips, oblivious to Omi in the room.

Damn Aya... damn him for stealing Ken away from him, and damn him for ignoring him, even now! What, were they just going to pretend that they didn't notice him standing there, that they didn't hear him yelling for Ken? Well, maybe they weren't paying attention to you, Omi-kun. They were kind of busy, after all. 

Aya arched his back and moaned softly. He opened his eyes and noticed the light from the door... his eyes guided upwards past tiny socked feet, long shorts.. he dreaded farther as he looked and saw tiny angry azure eyes and his body trembled lightly, to get Ken up for the moment. He had no intention of stopping without sex that night, especially since the alcohol had begun to wear off, and he’d gotten Ken this far (or vice versa!) but for heaven's sake, at least throw Omi out! He pushed upwards. “Ken, Ken!”

“Hmn?” Ken slowly turned around to see what it was that Aya was looking at. Omi?! How long had he been standing there like that? And for god's sake, why hadn't he said anything?!

Omi was pissed, although he tried not to show it. “Ken-kun, Aya-kun, how could you?!”

Aya grunted. “F-first of all, it's polite to knock. Second, how could we? Let's see... I'm d-dating Hidaka.. therefore, it's okay for him to go down on me.” Drunk or not, he could be sensible. His violet eyes traveled up to Ken, worried now if Ken would run back to Omi. He felt bad, but not too bad. This was Aya after all.

“Anou... Omi, now is really not a good time to be discussing this. If you need to talk with me, how about you wait and do it later, ok?” Honestly, sometimes that boy just didn't use his common sense.

“No, Ken-kun, it can't wait until later! And, Ken isn't dating you, he's just sleeping with you! He's with me, he's mine, he told me so!” Omi was starting to get just a little upset.

Aya’s eyes turned away from the honeysuckle haired boy and stared at Ken. “Is this true?”

“Hai, of course it's true, tell him, Ken-kun...”

Ken looked at the ground. “Omi, I know I said that, but, that was before all of this happened, before anything with me and Aya happened.” He looked up into the boy's bright blue eyes. He was clearly hurt by Ken's words. But, sometimes, the truth can do that to people. 

Aya leaned back against the wall, shocked by all this. He smiled lightly. “Ken..” He glanced over at Omi, and was shocked by the pain in the boy’s face.

Ken was tapping his foot, obviously feeling a little guilty about the whole thing. Ok, Omi, you can leave now...

He crossed his arms. “I don't believe you... you're just saying that because he's here!” He glared at the redhead.

Aya threw his hands up. “Omi! Get the fuck out!”  He picked up the boy and physically threw him into the hallway, locking the door. He didn't have time for this, nor did he wish to. It's a good thing Kudou's door was locked, or Tsukiyono might bother him too...

Ken bit his lip so as not to laugh. I mean, he felt bad for the boy, of course he did! But... it was just so funny the way that Aya-kun chose to deal with him. If words wouldn't get him to leave, then why not use force, ne? It was great! It was great because Ken could never do something like that himself... he admired Aya, in a strange sort of way. He was almost envious of him... But, he shook his head and gave a small smile. “Well, that's one way to get him to leave us alone, eh, Fujimiya?”

Fujimiya didn't respond, nearly grunted and attacked Ken. They fell to the floor and he leaned over him. Sake breath mixed with a fresh mint Aya had consumed gently blew against him. “Hidaka.. was what he said true?”

 “Fujimiya... I already told you it was.” Ken sighed. All he wanted was to forget about this whole little incident. “But, that was before, that was back when we were still together, back before I met you. I'm sure you told Yohji a lot of things that you didn't mean, just to make him happy...”

Aya closed his eyes. “Hai.. but most I meant.. but lately.. it means nothing.”

Ken closed his eyes and moved away from the redhead. “Fujimiya, do you love me? I mean, do you really love me, or are you just saying that because you know it's what I want to hear?” I mean, Ken had always told Omi that they would be together forever. He had said it because he knew that it would make the boy feel better. Because Omi had never had anyone. Because he was scared to be alone. Is that what was happening now? Was Aya only telling him this because it's what Ken wanted to hear...?

Aya nuzzled him. “I love you... because I love you.. Hidaka. I didn’t know I needed a reason and a signed contract or something..” He said quietly. Honestly. Hidaka worried about things too much sometimes. Aya didn’t say things he didn’t mean. The Siberian just needed to accept things at face-value sometimes.

Ken sighed. “Why? What's there to like about me, huh, Fujimiya?” He was seriously starting to have doubts about the whole thing. “You sure never expressed any interest in me before. Not until Yohji  and Omi were both out of town. Not until I was the only one around. The only one left. Is that all I am to you is the left overs?!” Poor Kenken. Sometimes all he needed was a hug.

Aya sat and turned away. He poked his fingers together. “I always watched you from a distance. Utsukushii.. so.. so  full of life.  I yelled.. because someone needs to keep everyone in line. I never tried anything.. because Omi was all over you.. because Yohji always bothered me about never leaving him. It wasn't worth it. So I planned. And waited. And waited. in hopes you'd come to me.. because I loved you. Very much.”

Ken smiled and put his arms around Aya's neck. “Thanks, Fujimiya... sometimes, I just... need to hear things like that. It's stupid, I know, heh... I just, don't wanna lose you, that's all. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

Aya leaned back and kissed Ken. “Onegai.. go talk to Omi. Make him feel better..” he grinned. “We can continue then...” He kissed him softly. “Don't worry.. I'm not going anywhere..”

Ken removed his arms from around Aya's neck and nodded gently. “I guess I should... It would only be fair.” He stood up slowly and ran a hand through his hair. This wasn't going to be easy. Poor kid... “You better not try and sneak off on me now.” Ken teased. And with that, he disappeared into the hallway, and out into Omi's room.

Aya stood up and walked down the hallway. He sat down at the door, and luckily, Ken left it open a crack, so he could hear them. He sighed. Poor Omi. But this would be an interesting thing to hear...pushing back a crimson eartail, he listened intently.

Ken stepped into the room. It was dark, Omi had the lights off. The only light was the dim light from the moon that shone on through the sole window. It cast an almost eerie glow over things. “Omi, it's me, it's Ken-kun... Do you wanna talk?”

“I have nothing to say to you...”

Aya sat outside the door, shocked by Omi's harsh words. Poor Ken. Moreover, poor Tsukiyono! He sat and listened.

“Omi-kun, I'm sorry, I know that you thought we'd always be together, and, so did I. But, people change. I'm still so unsure of what it is I want...” He looked over at him, hoping that he would talk.

“Oh, Ken-kun...” He sounded so upset.

Aya's eyes widened, and he gasped lightly, but remained silent. He felt bad. Tsukiyono was so upset. But Hidaka was his. That's all he cared about.

“Hey, just because we're not together anymore, doesn't mean that I don't care about you. You know how much I worry about you Omi, you know how often I think about you. You mean a lot to me, and you always will.”

Omi smiled and put his arms around him. He needed to be held.

Aya's back stiffened slightly when Omi hugged Ken. He didn't want to see this. The urge to run in there crossed his mind but he pushed it away. No!

Ken smiled. “You gonna be ok?”

He nodded. “Hai, I'll manage.”

Aya stood up. Wasn't Omi going to try anything??

Ken stood up. “Well, I guess I should be going to sleep now, it's getting pretty late, heh...”

Aya stood outside the door impatiently. Come on Ken! He quickly ran back to his room as he heard Ken advancing for the door. Finally!

Ken at last stepped back out into the hallway, closing Omi's door gently behind him as he went. At least Omi was still alright. He had handled things rather well. Ken stepped back into Aya's room. “Did you miss me, Fujimiya?” You better have!

Aya blinked. “I thought Omi would try something.. he didn't...”

“You mean you were listening in on us! Fujimiya, I'm surprised at you! What, don't you trust me alone with him, or somethin? Christ, I'm not Yohji, you don't have to watch over me every time I'm left alone with something that walks on two legs.”

He frowned. That hurt! He shook his head, stumbling against the wall.  “I trust you.. I don't trust Tsukiyono. Gomen nasai. but I had a right to listen...” he frowned, thinking about Hidaka’s last comment. “Besides.” He said quietly. “Yohji's not like that.”

 Grrrrr, Ken didn't like it when Aya stood up for Yohji like that. You're supposed to like me, and only me, Fujimiya! Don't you know that by now? “Heh, just kidding...” Like hell I was... He grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back over to the bed.

Aya's eyes widened. “Hey hey! I'm still drunk here!”  He stumbled and scraped his arm, and whined like a baby before falling onto the bed with his beloved. He suddenly cracked up and started laughing really hard. Yep. Any minute now, Hidaka would question the laughter. Any minute.

“Hmn, what's so funny, Fujimiya?” What the hell was so amusing?! All Ken had done was brought him back over to the bed. I mean, isn't that what he wanted...?

Fujimiya looked up. “ I remember.. a time..” He laughed harder. “That I was going to have sex with Kudou .. and suddenly I smelled the cake Tsukiyono had made..” He coughed lightly, still laughing. “...and I pulled away and wandered into the kitchen leaving him for some food....”

 Ken fell off the bed he was laughing so hard. Ha, it was great! Just the thought of someone choosing Omi’s diet cake over that stupid brunette!  Ken was beginning to hate him. Oh yes, very much so...

Aya laughed harder, seeing Ken laugh. He smiled and looked down at Ken. “ Yohji got really upset.. he wouldn't talk to me all night and I had to sleep on the couch.. but the diet cake was good!”