Want and Need are Two Very Different Things

Want and Need are Two Very Different Things

Chapter 6

His slurred state was exaggerated
greatly by his intoxication. Ken blurred in and out of his vision and from what
he could see, his body liked. He felt himself stepping closer and closer to
Ken, invading his personal space. He was close enough to touch him and he
reached out to touch his shoulder but his hand was smacked away. He looked at
his attacker and was surprised to see Ken\'s date, Mr. Suit.

"I would appreciate it if you
would control yourself, sir, and not touch my date." Mr. Suit Man said
this stepping from Ken\'s side to stand in front of him. Facing Yohji with a
scowl on his face he couldn\'t stop thinking, ~Who does he think he is? Well
this is what Aya must have been talking about.~ A smirk on his lips was all the
warning Yohji got before he also received a punch in the gut., that he far from
expected.

He doubled over, hands clenching
his stomach, as he fell to the floor. ~Damn, he got one of my ribs. I can feel
it. ~ Before passing out he saw the man murmur to Ken, "Let\'s go."
Before grabbing his hand and leading a very shocked Ken out of the club to the
street. Then everything got dark as he slumped to the floor, his forehead
hitting the cold tile was the last thing he remembered.

When they reached the small park up
the street from the club, Ken finally spoke up. "Slow down! Stop! "Ken
yelled as he pulled back on the hand currently dragging him to the other side
of the park. Pulling back extra hard and planting his feet, he stopped the man
from taking him any further.

The man whipped around flinging Ken
in the process. He still held Ken\'s wrist and he held it above his head. He had
a dark look in his eyes as they bore into Ken\'s A smirk once again playing over
his lips he leaned down to Ken, "I am glad to help you Ken but don\'t think
that I will let you off so easy. You owe me…." He gave ken an invading
once over, clearly indicating he wanted something that Ken did not want to
give.

"…and I know exactly how you
will repay me." He shoved Ken up against a nearby tree by his wrist and he
caught his other one and pinned them above his head.

Ken had not been expecting that it
would turn into this and had been caught off guard, silently cursing himself.
He tried to catch himself and get away but the man was way ahead of him. ~Fuck
oh god Fuck. Please NO!~ A mental rant started in his mind at the thoughts of
what was to happen because he let himself be vulnerable to be caught in a
position such as this. The man then pushed his body onto Ken\'s. As he grinded
their hips together, Ken forced himself to stay silent. No, he wouldn\'t give
him that satisfaction. The man held his wrists tightly with one hand as his
other made its way down Ken\'s chest and abdomen, to his hips.

The man\'s hand stopped and rested
in ken\'s hip. He brought his eyes up to clash with chocolate orbs, he saw
fright and hatred in those eyes as he smirked back letting his hand slip down
Ken\'s pants zipper and undid the one button before slipping his hand inside.
Letting his cold fingers wrap around Ken, his smirk widened into a smile then.

Cold. Dark. Void. Ken forced
himself to shut down. Closing off his body to any touches or caress. He looked
ahead, not really seeing anything. He knew that the man was still there, and he
was aware of the things that were being done to his violated body. He forced
himself to believe that if he couldn\'t feel it, it wasn\'t really there. It
wasn\'t until the man roughed him by turning him around that Ken became aware
once again. At an opportune moment Ken lifted his leg and gave a swift kick to
the occupied man\'s gut. He gave everything in that kick, all of the seething
hatred that had inhabited him in the past few moments. He didn\'t turn around
till he heard a deep groan, looking the man over Ken felt bile build up in the
back of his throat but he suppressed it as he took off at a run. He didn\'t look
back at the man, now, doubled over in pain as he fixed his clothing and
continued to run toward the open road. He felt safer in the light from the
luminescent streetlamps.

He didn\'t want to stop moving, he
wanted as much distance between the two of them as possible. He was openly panicking
now. He could feel the rush of the wind over his now cold skin. Tears
threatened to fall. Ken wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, but it
didn\'t work. Stumbling, Ken couldn\'t contain them anymore.

He felt his knees hit the hard
cement with a sickening thud. His tears fell freely down his cheeks unto
Yohji\'s shirt. Ken couldn\'t bring himself to stand in his physical and
emotional state. It was getting harder and harder to see what was in front of
him. Images blurred together forming one thing, black. Ken\'s limp body slumped
to the sidewalk, his last coherent thought slipped painfully from his lips,
"Yohji…."

Leaning heavily against the door he
fumbled for his keys, although it was Aya that beat him to it.

The door swung open revealing Aya
and a now slumping Yohji sprawled on the floor. Aya didn\'t move. He just stood
there, staring at the mass that now clogged their doorway. "Where is
Ken" he asked slowly and calmly. Bottle green eyes, slightly hazed,
greeted stern, violet ones.

"What do you mean, \'where is
Ken\'?"