-Part 5-

Midwinter Wrongs the Rites of Spring

 

 

[Monday. Three Days Later. Weiss Apartment.]

Ken was not a happy man. Of course, it was all clear now, exactly what had been going on.  He couldn't believe he'd been so damned blind before. Omi would be protected by the soccer player himself.  Aya would be, as always, cared for with the utmost delicacy. And Yohji... it was simple. Yohji had to die.  Betrayal, treachery, lies... all were things Ken didn't deal well with. And Yohji just had to be punished.  He would wait, though, until he could see straight, to make any definitive action. For now, the redhead was top priority.  Ken closed and locked the door behind him. Of course Aya would be there. Aya never went anywhere alone anymore. Not even to the hospital. "Oi," he called in a voice brimming with anger. He needed to be calmed down.

 Aya walked out from the kitchen quietly. His violet eyes traced over him, a black muscle shirt and large pants covering his body, bruises ringing his arms, the rest hidden by the rest of his clothing. His right hand was bandaged highly, and the single earring shined lightly in the reflection from the window. "Okaeri." he said softly. "Omi went to the store.. Yohji's asleep. Manx is downstairs. She wouldn't leave until you got back." he said, and walked back into the kitchen. He had been ashamed to admit he would protect Omi, considering that he had been so mean to Omi, and acted like he didn't care. He knew Ken most likely was in awe at how he had put himself on the line but he didn't care. He couldn't draw anymore. He couldn’t write. He didn't even know if Ken liked him sexually or just not at all anymore. And that thought scared him.

Ken looked at Aya with angry eyes. His once-gentle gray-greens that used to whisper ‘I love you's’ were hard, now, filled with uncertainty and something akin to disgust ‘you should have told me’ eyes.  He took a step closer to the redhead, reaching one warm, calloused hand out to him.  He understood the feeling of helplessness.  The ‘I'll never be able to do what I love’ feeling.  He'd been burned. Aya had been beaten. And there had been a time when he considered Yohji to be much like himself, both  having lost and then killed a lover. But that was unimportant. The playboy would no longer be acknowledged as a trustworthy being in this house.  Ken would see to that. Dark brown hair fell across a tanned, hardened face.  Ken wasn't sure what he should be feeling.  His face was left blank. Of all of them, his mask was the strongest, because no one thought it a mask. Even Omi. He wet his lips. “Aya,” he said, finally. He was almost afraid to admit this, the final confession. “I need you.”  Now.  I need to be close to you right now.

 Aya looked down as he reached out taking Ken's hand. “K-Ken..” he suddenly reached out and pulled the younger boy close to him. He yelped when he pressed him into his chest but didn't care as he held him, nuzzling him gently. “Gomen.. for never telling you anything... I didn't want him to hurt Tsukiyono.. I know you love him.. I just couldn't stand seeing you all in pain..”

Ken took a step back, gingerly wrapping his arms around Aya's waist and pulling him close, one oversized hand stroking soft red hair.  The old, soft smile that Ken used to wear for Aya only in private slowly spread itself across his features as he nuzzled silken red, dropping tiny kiss after tiny kiss on pale tearstained cheeks. “Shhhhh,” he said softly, reassuring his lover as best he could. “I understand,” he purred, eyes closing, to shut out the gruesome light of reality, “Fear,” he said, “Is a necessity, Aya.  Don't be ashamed.”  You're just as beautiful as ever to me. Ken gently squeezed the redhead's left hand, though his eyes were still harsh and clouded with doubt. “Let's just be for now, okay?” Let's just be alone for now. Just you and I. I want to stroke your hair while you sleep.

Aya leaned into that sensitive touch lovingly, and nodded quietly, and walked downstairs. He told Manx Ken was here and that they were going to go to his room. Walking upstairs,  he bumped into the wall, yelping again in pain and finally made it to his room. he curled up on the bed, and almost instinctively pulled his body tightly together, as if fear stricken. How many nights he had laid awake like this, waiting for that cold blast of air to hit his torso, letting him know Yohji had come in for another night of sheer torture. He looked up at Ken, his eyes filled with slight doubt that his lover cared and loved him the same. He shamed him. Aya looked down, feeling as if he'd cry. He knew Ken was ashamed. He couldn't stand it.

Ken sat next to the redhead on the bed, reaching down to stroke his hair.  It was confession time.  He stared out the window as he spoke, his voice tentative, moving slow like honey in winter. “In my dream -- a dream I've had in the past week -- it's night, and you and I are walking. The place looks like the south end of the park, and though the stars are shining brighter than ever in the sky, it's raining. We're soaked, but as we walk we're talking -- we seem to be in no particular hurry -- and in fact I seem to be telling you a story, perhaps from the little book that I'm trying to keep dry by holding it under my arm. Probably it's getting wet anyway. In all of this, though, the feeling that comes through for me is that, despite the physical misery, my heart is glad. Being with you does that for me, Aya,” he said finally meeting the redhead's violet gaze. There are tears in his eyes. “You don't even have to do anything special. I just like having you around.”

Aya's eyes welt with tear slightly and he dove forward, hugging Ken around the waist. Salty tears, so many to have been shed over the past month slipped down his face. He cried softly. “Aishiteru yo, Ken..” he whispered, midcry. He gently nuzzled his lover. They had been so distant since he had gotten out of the hospital, and nothing had happened to Yohji yet. Aya remembered how Ken said he'd deal with Yohji by himself, and he didn't need Kritiker. He had felt so sheltered. “I only want you, Ken..” he whispered softly. “Every night when I'm alone.. all I dream of is you..” he said, wiping his tears but refusing to let go of his lover. In pain from merely moving but refusing to stop clinging to Ken he sighed deeply, closing his eyes momentarily. His lungs still hurt from when they had collapsed.. it was so hard to breathe. Tsukiyono didn't know all this had been done for him. Who knows when that would be let out of the closet.

Ken would let the youngest Weiss know.  Not right away, but before too long, he would let him know. When Yohji was dealt with, and Aya was ‘okay again’ -- then he would let Omi know.  Ken bent down, tilting the redhead's face up. One kiss. Delicate. Ken had always been so good at those tentative kisses, the ones that made lips swell and tears just beg to flow.  The gentle kisses that were given with open mouths and no tongue. The young, adoring kisses that proclaimed the very complexities of love through their imperfections and simplicity. In that honey and velvet voice, Ken told Aya to stretch out, to rest, to take care of himself. He promised to take care of him. Better care than ever.  And he sat in bed next to his one-time lover, comforting.  Ken couldn't rest. He had something to take care of before he could sleep soundly.  Something with wavy brown hair and enticing green eyes. Something deadly.

Aya kissed him back lightly, the feeling of warmth back in his body. Aya stretched out, and slowly drifted into unconsciousness, roughly clutching Ken's hand. Terrified to let go. As he slowly slipped asleep he looked up to the

picture on his nightstand. Of all of them. Happy. And he squeezed Ken's hand. “Aishiteru..” he mumbled, and slowly fell asleep. He didn't know what Ken would do, or if he’d sleep. But he hoped his beloved would dream. It would be nice to get a good night’s sleep. For once.

Ken did not leave. Nor did he sleep. Instead, he recited all the poetry he could remember to the sleeping redhead, and kissed his eyelids whenever the nightmares began.  Ken had always been the best for chasing the nightmares away. Omi could testify to that.

Aya slept soundly, nice dreams danced through his head. He turned over lightly, a smile slid across his face as he sighed Ken's name and gently turned over. It was nice to be home with his lover again. He'd missed it so much.

In the other room.. A very tired Yohji slid from his bed and got up, dressing slowly. So much shit for what he did. It deserved it anyway.. He didn't care. He slid his hand through his chocolate hair as he walked out into the hallway, staring at all the happy pictures of them hanging on the wall. It didn’t smile in any of them. It never did. Except one. One where it was with Hidaka. Yohji scowled at this picture, banging his fist into the wall. It infuriated him.

Ken heard the activity in the next room and woke Aya with a gentle kiss. “Shhh,” he said in a gentle voice. “I've got something to take care of.  I'll be back in an hour.” Another kiss and Ken slipped out of bed and down the hall. He watched Yohji with narrowed gray greens.  “Oi.”

Yohji turned around and scowled. “You.. what do you want? I didn't do anything to Omi. So go away.”  He said angrily. He leaned against the wall smoking quietly, his emerald eyes as dark as always. Yet something more. Something vicious, something deadly. Something that defined that Yohji was no longer the same loving Yohji he used to be to the boys. Something was different. But no one knew what because he covered it too well.

Ken moved closer to Yohji in silence, hands limp at his sides. Yohji’s back was turned.  Ken was strong. One punch to Yohji’s jaw was all he needed to gain the advantage in this situation. Lips pressed against Yohji’s neck, and then teeth. Biting as hard as he could, the taller man pressed against the wall.  Ken was not a happy man. He would be sure Yohji felt the same way.

Yohji's eyes widened at the sudden bite and punch. He yelled and tried to move away, slamming himself into the wall of pictures. “Hey, I didn't hurt Tsukiyono, go away!” he frowned, and yelled at him. He didn't even think this was about Fujimiya, but then again, why would he?

Ken's gaze was merciless. The Creature was desperate. The Creature would beg for Ken not to hurt it, The Other knew.  The Other. That which Ken became at nights when he was told to kill. The Other was he whose eyes were icily calm.  The Other pulled The Creature up to its feet and purred gently into Its ear, “Beg,” His lips brushing its earlobe as he spoke.  Ken, the shining boy on the inside, was tucked away for the time being. The Other wet his lips and moved closer to it, as close as he could get  to it, and stroked its soft hair.  Pretty hair was not suited to Creatures such as these. The Other decided he would burn it off.  But that could wait. For now, The Creature would be a good little thing. And The Other could protect The Ran without fear of interruption.

Yohji shook his head. “No way in hell I'll ever beg for you.” He pushed him away, punching Ken and spinning him off against the wall as Yohji staggered into the main room, leaning against a couch. He spat angry words, furious that Ken was trying to harm him. “Bastard, lemme alone!”

Ken was weak, but The Other was strong.  The Other knew what would hurt the most.  he Other was the one who tackled Yohji, sat on his back and twisted his arm around behind him.  The Other was the one who, joint by joint, bone by bone, dislocated and broke everything there was to be had in each of Yohji's delicate hands.  The Other was the one who smiled down at his pain and licked the tears from his cheeks.  The Other was frightening, indeed.

 Yohji screamed in agony. “Onegai, onegai, YAMERO!” he screamed, clutching his arms, as he cried, cradling what was left of his fingers. He was terrified, he'd never seen Ken so strong, nor so angry. “Stop it, I didn't do anything to you, please!!” he screamed, begging to Ken which he'd sworn that he wouldn't do.

Aya was jolted awake to Yohji's screams. He turned over in his bed, not seeing the usual sunbeams and slightly concerned, slipped out from under the covers, and slid on some boxers. He paused, listening, and when he heard further screams he pushed the door open slightly, and then it dawned on him. Be back in an hour.. Ken's words. Ken-kun? No!

The Other purred something in a Voice that was not Ken's.  The voice of The Other was harsh and dripping with joy.  Dripping with lust.  This pain was delicious. This pain would pay for it all.  once he was done with The Creature, The Other would fade away and Ken could be with his beloved.  The Other hissed at The Creature, “For Ran,”  as he pulled a lighter from his pocket and pulled Yohji up by a fistfull of soft, luxurious brown. 

Yohji struggled to hit Ken, screaming again and pulled himself away. "Iie, Iie!" He stood up and slammed himself into a wall, clutching his hand. “Please, leave me alone!!”  He now knew how Fujimiya felt, how Fujmiya had always felt, night after night.

“Iie!” Aya cried. “Ken,  no!” His eyes were widened with fear, he hated seeing Ken so frightening. “Ken-kun, please stop!”

“Beeeeeeeep,”  The Other said in a mechanical voice as the smell of burning hair rose into the air.  “I'm sorry,”  the voice continued, “Ken isn't in at the moment.  Please leave a message and The Other will inform him. Beeeeee---” The Voice was drowned by Yohji's screaming, as the ash from so many locks of hair hit the floor.  And the heat was so close to that pretty face of his.  Eyes were empty.  “ -- eeeeep.”  Laughter. “The Creature deserves no pity, beloved. You should know that.”

Aya was seriously scared. “Ken, stop it!”  He ran into the kitchen, and grabbed a small bucket. He couldn't stand this, though he deeply hated Yohji, his hair was one of the things he'd always loved. So many nights he’d lie awake, playing with the chestnut eartails until Yohji demanded in a playful voice that he roll over and go to sleep. Such good times... Grabbing the bucket now filled with water, he threw a little on the brunette locks, just enough to put it out, and threw the rest on Ken. “Kenken, yamero!”  he kissed him softly. “For me..”

Yohji clutched the tiny eartails that remained and quickly ran from the room to his own, locking it, sobs coming from under the door. He slid behind it, crying hard. He clutched his hands, gently smoothing the thinned eartails, and the shortened hair in the back. Yohji wouldn’t be dating for a while. Well, in Kritiker’s eyes, Yohji wouldn’t be dating ever, at least not with anyone from Weiss.

Omi heard what was going on and ran out, banging on Yohji's door, and once admitted, quickly tried to calm him to find out what had happened. Yohji held out his broken hands and Omi’s eyes widened in shock.

The Other tucked the lighter away and told The Youngest not to worry.  He told The Youngest that The Creature deserved its punishment, in the gentle words Ken would use -- “He'll need to have his hands set tomorrow.  Let him wallow for now, Omi.”  -- and that was the end of that.  And then The Other slunk away and Ken turned horror-stricken eyes to the beloved, and buried his face in his neck, sobbing softly. His knees were weak. He never knew he had it in him.

Aya reached out, sliding his arms around Ken and held him. “Nani.. nani yo, Ken!”  He kissed his cheeks, and held his lover tightly. “Oh Ken..” he sighed deeply, and took his lover's hand, and led him back to their room.

Omi's eyes widened but he nodded, and let Yohji be, and walked back into his room, still in slight shock.

Yohji curled up in bed like a scared child, much like Aya had done for the past months. It wasn't fair that Ken attacked him. He hadn't hurt Tsukiyono. Fujimiya didn't matter.. and yet  Ken had gotten so upset.

Fujimiya sat down on the bed. And he cried. Tears slid down his cheeks and he began to cry, nearly terrified. “Kenken...”  he cried, wanting Ken to come and comfort him, to tell him none of that had just happened. But he knew it wouldn't.

Ken murmured something about wanting to destroy every part of Yohji that had ever touched Ran, wanting to make him understand why people shouldn't be treated like that.  Ken murmured something about Yohji not being human and about revenge being his comfort and his truth and his Eternity.  And he said softly, “But now I'm the same,” and he looked up at Aya with wide, tear-filled gray-greens, and begged -- “K-kiss me? Please, Aya.  I-I need you.”

Aya kissed Ken deeply, holding him tightly around his thin waist, wiping away all his fears and he gently stroked his cheek. “I never thought you would try to hurt Yohji.. I think you showed Yohji what you wanted him to understand.. your not the same.. you'll never be the same...” He kissed him lightly, gently hugging him. “My Kenken..”

The brunette stretched out on the bed, his brow furrowed, his breathing labored -- the tears wouldn't stop.  They slid down tanned cheeks as rough-skinned fingers reached up for the redhead.  “Your Kenken,” he said softly, pulling the beloved back for another, more tender kiss. Yohji and his broken fingers would need hospital care very soon. And what was left of his hair would need salon care soon, as well. Reaching over with his free hand, Ken hit the speed dial for Kritiker, and he purred, just before his lips met with Aya’s. “Yohji needs an ambulance.”

Click. Kiss. Ken needs love.

Aya smirked at Ken's quick way of contacting Kritiker. Sure, Ken would get yelled at for it, but Aya wasn't going to let Ken leave the room right now. Let Omi do the explaining. Aya was fixing his attention on Ken only, as he kissed away his tears. “Shh, itoshii..” He gently nuzzled him softly, kissing his neck and cheek gently. “Nyao.” he mewed, trying hard to get Ken to smile. “Your my Kenken always..”

“Wan,” Ken replied -- the puppy and his kitten.  The smile was there, and his heart was in it.  “Soon, it will all be good again,” he promised softly, shifting his weight on the bed.  “Soon you and I can be happy again.”  For now... for now, Fujimiya... “Nee...I want you to pretend it's our first night together...” ...Let's just be.  Ne?

 Aya purred softly, happy Ken was smiling. “Everything will be fine.. our first night?” Aya smiled. “I got drunk our first night together, if I don't recall..” He looked down, remembering all the fights between the four Weiss boys after their first night. He reached out and grabbed for Ken, pulling him close. And he kissed him, a long kiss, his thin tongue gently sliding over Ken's tiny lips begging for entrance.

Ken's lips -- soft and moist-- hesitated before they parted, cautiously letting the other man in. A soft whimper. The first of many kisses -- a replica, but just as needy. As rough. Of course. And Ken let wide-eyes slide shut and rough-skinned fingers tangle in soft red hair.

Aya noticed his hesitation but slid his tongue into Ken's mouth, raping it as he pushed Ken softly back onto the bed. His own hands slid up, touching beautiful chocolate locks as he purred into Ken's mouth, kissing him deeply. He liked the sounds of Ken's whimpers, which had always turned him on. How rough Ken could be.. he closed his eyes and broke the kiss, moving his reddened tiers down and over Ken's cheeks and ear, catching an earlobe in his mouth, and sucked it. After pulling away he panted for a moment, his breath hitched and he smiled, violet eyes flashing. “Aishiteru yo.” Just like the first night.

A soft moan from Ken, not from the earlobe suckling -- though it had been just as wonderful -- but for the words. 

“Aishiteru...” Ken's cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of crimson as he arched up against Aya, one hand pulling him back for another kiss as the other slid down his chest and belly, in search of a button.  Ken wasted no time that night.

Aya arched his back slightly at Ken's moans and gently smiled at his words, and kissed Ken again on command, as he felt his hand slide down and undo his pants. Aya pulled at Ken's shirt, yanking it off, and kissing him again. He didn't want to waste time, he'd missed Ken's touches, his kisses, he needed attention. Now.

Ken purred, helping Aya by wriggling out of his clothing.  “Ready for something new?”  he asked softly, one hand slipping down to cup Aya's soon-to-be erect member.  How nice this was. This feeling. 

Aya felt himself hardening under Ken's touch and he thrashed slightly. “Hai, hai, no teasing!”  He whined, his voice slightly throaty, and hitched. He stared at Ken, his eyes grazing over his chest, licking his lips. “Yummy..”

Yummy? Ken laughed and leaned forward, nuzzling Aya's cheek as he purred into his ear, “We're going to try something new today, A-yan.” A warm, moist tongue ran over the shell of Aya's ear.  Ken squeezed gently, and ran his fingers up the underside of Aya's shaft. Tease? Oh, but Ken's always been good at handjobs.

Aya purred. “New?” He liked new. Aya shivered as he felt Ken's tongue slide over his ear and he whimpered as he felt Ken squeeze him.“Kenken..” he whispered, and slid his eyes shut, and kissed his lover once more before sliding back against the pillows.

Ken nodded and shifted his weight. Aya was pushed back, and Ken straddled his hips, lips trailing along his jawbone, he nipped and nibbled gently, eyes closed. And Fujimiya, dear heart, was pulled out into the open, and soon Ken's lips were closing cautiously around the head of his erection.

He moaned softly, his back arching as Ken kissed down his chest. His eyes widened and a quiet whimper of pleasure

escaped his lips as Ken engulfed him. Aya's tiny fingers flew up, clutching brunette locks tightly, watching Ken take him in as if some kind of exotic treat.

Ken took in more of Aya slowly, the heat and gentle suction of his mouth teasing -- he purred, and the vibrations didn't help, sending little shivers up and down the redhead's spine -- he hesitated and pushed past his gag reflex successfully. Mmn. Impressive. But his eyes were narrowed. You ain't seen nothing yet, Fujimiya. Ken, meanwhile, was worming his way out of those dark blue-jeans.

Aya moaned, his hands tugging on Kenken’s soft hair, shots of electricity pushed through his spine and he quietly watched as Ken pushed his way out of his jeans. He wondered what the 'new' thing Ken was going to do was, but had a quite good idea. His amethyst eyes fixated on his lover he purred softly.

Ken  began, once his jeans were off, to kiss his way back up Aya's chest. Still straddling his hips. And with sparkling eyes he kissed the redhead and purred, “Is it still in the bedside table?” Lubricant.  

Aya nodded, kissing Ken again. “Hai, of course. I could be a boy scout.. I'm always prepared.” He uttered, his eyes sparkled with lust and passion for his Kenken. The close contact to his lover made his back arch with more feeling and he smiled, looking Ken up and down. “Your beautiful..” he murmured.

“You flatter me,” was the response, as Ken reached to the side to retrieve the previously mentioned necessity.  It would be cool. A kiss for Aya, who wouldn't expect what was coming. Close your eyes, Big Red. Let me have a little fun. A soft moan against cool, thin lips as Ken arched back against his own fingers. New, indeed.

Aya watched intently as Ken's fingers moved, he licked his thin lips, amethyst eyes watching under a forest of crimson bangs. He smiled softly at Ken's moans, purring almost in rhythm, not moving.

Another kiss, and the warm, slicked fingers encircled the redhead's penis, teasing as Ken repositioned himself, shifting his weight. And though he hated to do it like this, he leaned back, guiding the older man's erection into him with a gentle, almost tentative care. And he purred. “Something... mngh --... something new.”

Aya closed his eyes as he felt Ken's fingers over him, and a small whimper left his throat as he felt himself slide into Ken, and arching his back slightly, he moved his hands to cover Ken's hips. All this time Hidaka had been careful not to let Aya get hurt.. even now. So much for Fujimiya. It almost made him feel guilty.

Guilt. Perhaps Ken was trying to make him feel guilty, in his own, twisted way. And Ken wondered, with a sort of morbid curiosity, about the faces His Fujimiya had made for Yohji, and the noises that he'd made, and all the things that he'd done.  And, considering this, he lapped lovingly at the redhead's earlobe, his breath hot on cool, smooth skin.

Aya whined, moaning into Ken his arms still tightly around the brunette's body. Aya never made noises, except screams for Yohji, or to beg. That's why Aya hated to beg for Ken. Bad memories. Aya's face twisted with pleasure as Hidaka moved, his body washing with pleasure and overheating from the touch of Hidaka's skin.

Ken let out a soft, moan-laced sigh, arching his back as he rode the other man.  It'd been a while -- he'd almost forgotten that tingly stretching feeling.  He'd... missed it.

Aya leaned up on his elbows, watching Ken. It was fun, to not be in charge, though he rarely had been either, with Yohji. He moaned, small whimpers escaped his lips as he watched Ken, reaching up and pushing crimson bangs from his eyes.

Ken's fingernails dug into the skin of Aya's back. The angle was off.  He shifted again, his face buried in the crook of the older man's neck, as he once again relaxed into a smooth rhythm.

Aya reached up, gently stroking Ken's soft hair. Quiet moans escaped his lips as he came near the edge of his climax, and he gently raised Ken's face to kiss him softly. Aya winced, feeling Ken digging into his back but as he kissed the younger man, all he felt was pleasure. He was used to the pain.

 

 

[To Be Continued]