Warm Heart, Cold Weather

Warm Heart, Cold Weather
By mochiino
Pairings: AyaxKen. None of that OmixYohji shit. Just one, simple pairing.
Warnings: First time writing yaoi fic! I apologize for any OOCness, though I think I did a pretty good job for a first time. =) This is also LEMONYISH! So if you don’t like Aya buttsecksing Ken into a wall, don’t read this. =^_^=

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It was cold out, so fuckin’ cold. Ken sat out on the balcony of his apartment above the Koneko, the flower shop in which the members of Weiss worked. Flower shop. He snorted to himself as he thought about it- “Hi, I’m Ken Hidaka. I kill people at night, but I arrange flowers during the day, and by the way we’re having a sale on summer geraniums!” It was absurd, and perhaps that was the idea. It was doubtful many people ever thought about assassins being florists.

The brunette sighed and shivered to himself. This November was killer…thirty degrees# already. He hated to think about what the winter would be like. Did they have winter in Australia? Was Yuriko bracing up for a tough season of ice and snow? Ken wasn’t sure. He liked to think Yuriko was enjoying herself, somewhere very warm and sunny. Maybe even thinking about forgiving him, if she didn’t completely and totally hate him after he’d stood her up at the airport. Ken twitched slightly at that--it was for her benefit anyway.

*If I came, she may not even be alive right now. I’m sure Esset even has contacts in somewhere like Australia...She should be fucking thanking me.*

The ex-goalie balled up his fists and tried to think about something else, anything else-just lingering on Yuriko was going to tear him apart. After a moment of staring into nothing, watching hot breath leave his body in puffs of vapor, Ken decided he was tired of sitting on his ass. It was six a.m., dammit, and it was cold as all hell. He stood slowly, savoring the jolt of warmth as blood began to flow a bit faster through his limbs, and turned around, quite nearly walking into someone.

“Aya..?! What the fuck are you doing here?”

The redhead regarded him with a cool lavender gaze. Crossing his orange-sweater clad arms across his chest, the older boy replied in a low voice,

“You’ve been thinking about Yuriko.”

Ken balked. Wha….how…how the fuck did Aya know that?!

“I….I…..”

Aya’s eyes stared into his own green ones, and Ken found himself almost drowning in them…the violet pools seemingly bottomless, pulling him deeper and deeper. The spell was broken as Aya spoke again.

“You’re crying.”

The blood-haired assassin reached out with one pale hand and gently brushed at a tearstain on Ken’s cheek. The younger boy couldn’t help blush at the sudden contact between himself and the seemingly emotionless other boy. The only thing that shocked him more than the fact that his teammate has just touched him was the fact that he’d been crying. The brunette reached up slowly and wiped a hand across his eyes, finding the moisture of unshed tears pooling at the corners. Ken looked up at Aya almost apologetically and attempted to explain them away. It was a futile effort in...futility, but Ken felt a little less pathetic given an excuse.

“I…she…I told her I’d meet her at the airport. She wanted me to come with her…but I thought I’d fuck her life up if I came. I thought it was the right thing to do.”

He tried to meet Aya’s e but but couldn’t. The ex-goalie had the sinking feeling that if he looked into the violet orbs, he wouldn’t need to explain anymore because Aya would somehow know. Ken wanted to tell things his way, to possibly make it…clearer?

“I never wanted to involve her with this, any of this. Weiss, killing…I didn’t deserve someone like her, so pure and untainted. But she never understood why I pushed her away, and I never got to see her before she left. I bet she hates me. But it’s all I deserve, huh. ”

There. Aya knew. Ken found there were wet droplets sliding down his cheeks again, dripping down his chin to spot the red shirt he always wore. He stared at the floor, unsure of what Aya would think of him, until a strong hand touched his shoulder lightly and caused him to look up once again at his teammate’s beautiful lavender eyes.

“Do you still love her, Ken?”

Ken’s eyes widened. What? He wanted her to be happy…but Ken knew he wasn’t the one who could make her happy. He found himself thinking about the girl as a mere…friend. The realization of that didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, and the brunette assassin slowly began to understand, if even only a little.

“I don’t think I really ever did. I guess I just figured it out…”

A weak laugh.

“..But I really only feel the same way as I would for a close friend. Which I guess she is-was. Aya, does this make any sense to you? I’m sorry for making you listen to my stupid problems… they don’t matter anyway, I-”

Aya’s eyes narrowed visibly, and Ken bit his lip. What had he done this time?

“Ken….Everyone’s problems matter to someone, even if...if…”

The redhead’s voice caught in his throat slightly. After a moment, he continued.

“….even if you don’t know who.”

Ken opened his mouth to say something, closed it, opened it again, then found he had no breath to voice his thought. He took a deep breathied ied again, and still couldn’t say anything. It was as if there was something inside of him, clamping around his heart. Ken squeezed his eyes shut tightly….

*What are you doing to me, Aya….?*

In the whisper of breath he could summon up, Ken gasped,

“...who?”

Feeling more sure of himself with that murmured word, the green-eyed assassin extrapolated a little.

“Who could my problems matter to? I’m…I…”

A muscle in Aya’s jaw twitched. His lips parted, as if to tell Ken who, but then the redhead clamped his mouth shut and whirled around on one heel, stalking from Ken’s room to his own. Ken heard a door slam, then shut his balcony door quietly and sat on his bed. Aya was such a mystery to him. The soccer player flopped backwards with a heavy sigh and closed his eyes, hoping maybe sleep would come…but it didn’t. Fuck it all.

What did come was Aya. The redhead flickered into view behind Ken’s closed eyelids, giving Ken that rare tiny flicker of a sm Ken Ken’s stomach fluttered, and a pink blush crept up to tinge across the bridge of his nose. He forced himself to open his eyes, to stop dreaming about Aya, of all people. Opening his eyes didn’t help, and he eventually got to thinking about how Aya had looked the night after their last mission.

Flashback ::

They had come back into the shop, each assassin blood-soaked and tired as all hell. The mission was probably one of the worst they’d done agrougroup, with more than a few targets. There were civilians involved, and Weiss hadn’t managed to save even half of them. Aya had gone up the stairs first, to shower, and Ken followed him up. He heard the water turn on, heard it splashing on the tile floor of the shower, and waited patiently in his room for Aya to finish.

The redhead finally got out, and as Ken walked into the steamy bathroom, he couldn’t help but stare at Aya’s nearly-naked form. The other assassin waldinlding a cream-colored towel around his waist loosely, letting it ride low on his hips and expose maybe a little more damp porcelain flesh than he intended. Ken tried to tear his eyes away from the flushed skin of his teammate, but found it much harder than it should’ve been, much harder. He finally ran into the bathroom and shut the door forcefully, giving a sigh that was half relief and half disappointment at the loss of the dripping wet and half-naked vision that was Aya…

End Flashback::

Ken gasped with horror as he realized that one of his hands was absently toying between his legs, pushing on the bulge of his jean-clad cock. The assassin blushed as red as Aya’s hair, trying to think of something to make his erection go down, and then he heard the soft knock on his door. K’so!

“Uh…yeah?”

“K-Ken..?”

It was Aya. Of all people, the guy who’s mere memory gave Ken a hard-on was now knocking at his door. Ken saw his arousal had decreased enough, maybe Aya wouldn’t notice-

“C-come in.”

The violet-eyed man stepped through, looking almost...apprehensive. As if he knew he was walking into something he shouldn’t be. Ken gave him what the brunette hoped was a casual grin, and said,

“Yeah? What can I do for you?”

“I...want to tell you who...who it is that thinks you matter.”

Ken’s forced air of cheerfulness shattered like a wineglass thrown out a third story window. He looked at Aya, wide eyed, as the redhead continued in a low, almost inaudible voice.

“..who thinks you matter more than anything else, almost anyone else.”

Ken was blushing.

“..almost anyone else?”

Aya nodded, a half-smile turning up the corner of his mouth.

“He has a sister, and her safety means a lot to him as well. But I’d say you were right up there with her by now.”

Ken’s eyes widened to the point of bulging. But before the brunette could interject, Aya resumed talk the the same odd smile playing about his lips. He still wouldn’t meet Ken’s eyes.

“He’s surprised you hadn’t noticed. He’s been switching shifts in the shop to work with you, and pairing off with you during missions so he could be with you. He cried…”

The hint of a grin vanished as quickly as it had appeared moments before, and Aya took a shaky breath.

“..He cried when you said you loved Yuriko that first time, but you didn’t notice, and that hurt most of all.”

Ken wat watching Aya with a look of stunned amazement on his features. Suddenly, he seemed to remember working the same shift with Aya every day for the past several weeks, and partnering with him for nearly every mission. Was he really off in his own little world enough not to have noticed? Standing up, he said in a husky voice that almost wasn’t his,

“Aya, do you know what I was doing when you knocked on the door?”

Aya blinked. Apparently taken off guard enough for Ken to continue,

“I was trying to get rid of the hard-on I got from thinking about how you looked in just a towel after last night’s mission.”

Ken turned red as he confessed, raising his green eyes slowly to Aya’s face, wondering what the redhead would make of this tidbit of information, and Aya’s lavender ones peered back at him. An unnamed emotion shone from their depths, but only as Ken looked closer did he recognize it as desire.

Mustering up his courage, the bugnuk-wielding assassin leaned forward and brushed his lips against Aya’s lightly. He felt two strong arms snake around his waist and pull him against Aya’s muscular chest, and Ken kissed the redhead again, daring to allow for Aya’s tongue to slide in.

Aya swept his tongue between Ken’s willingly parted lips, and strengthened his hold on Ken’s waist as hlt tlt the other man’s arms raise to hold onto the redhead’s shoulders. Pulling away slightly, Aya whispered.

“Ken…”

Ken raised a hand to brush his tan fingers against one of Aya’s eartails affectionately. Lowering his head to place a light kiss on each of the other man’s collarbones, the brunette replied,

“Aya…?”

Aya’s clear violet eyes seemed to mist over slightly, and with a low growl in his throat the sword-wielding assassin pushed Ken back against the poster-covered wall of Ken’s room. The soccer player moaned as he felt Aya grinding their hips together; the tightness of his jeans was almost unbearable. Ken grasped Aya’s shoulders tightly and pulled the older man closer so that their chests pressed together heatedly, and managed to gasp,

“Oh…god, Aya…”

Aya made a small noise in his throat, and pulled away just long enough to flip Ken over so the other man pressed face-first into the wall.

“Wha-”

Ken’s confused comment was cut short as Aya yanked the brunette’s jeans down over his toned hips and slid one saliva slick finger into Ken’s tight opening. Ken’s eyes unfocused; the attempt to say something ended up as a choked moan. Had the younger man been facing his new lover, he would’ve seen the wicked little half smile lingering on Aya’s lips as the redhead pushed a second finger in to join the first.

With the addition of another digit inside of him, Ken’s hands balled into fists and a strange sound ripped from his throat, something oddly sexual that he would’ve never dreamed himself capable of making. It felt somehow right, though, and the ex-J-leaguer allowed a series of the low guttural moans fall from his lips as Aya scissored his what was now three fingers inside of the brunette.

The swordsman finally withdrew his hand from Ken’s puckered opening, despite a protesting noise from the soccer player. As Aya positioned his own hips carefully, he whispered,

“Ready, Kenken?”

Ken nodded feverishly, unable to voice what he was thinking--OH GOD YES AYA PLEASE NOW DO IT NOW--and Aya pushed his hips forward.

The brunette’s green eyes snapped open at the sensation of something hot and hard nudging at his stretched opening. A moment later Ken felt Aya’s cock get past the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance, and slide further and further into the younger man.

Aya gritted his teeth, trying to control his body’s impulse to push in all at once. He didn’t want to hurt Ken--the brunette was tight as fuck--bhe rhe redhead knew he would have to speed up soon. Ken had obviously started to relax, becoming used to the feeling of being completely full, and when Aya had pushed himself all the way in the soccer player moaned,

“A-Aya…..for the love of God, Aya, MOVE!”

Aya’s resolve to go slowly crumbled like old chalk. Pulling out to the tip, the swordsman slammed back into Ken’s shaking body as hard as he could, meriting a scream from the younger of the two.

Ken felt a tearing sensation; he knew Aya was going too fast but the green-eyed assassin could have cared less. His back arched to meet Aya’s harsh thrusts, the slapping of skin on skin resounding around the room as loudly as Ken’s moans. The harsh solidity of the wall against his T-shirted chest should have been uncomfortable but Ken wasn’t aware of anything but Aya, Aya inside of him, Aya filling him in such a way that the ex-J-Leaguer was sure only Aya could. Ken savored every grunt of exertion or moan of pleasure the older man made, wishing he could be facing the redhead to see his expression.

One of Aya’s strong hands pressed against Ken’s left shoulder to brace the other man’s body against the hard thrusts, and the Aya snaked his free arm around the brunette’s body to grasp the boy’s erection firmly. Ken let out a strangled cry, pushing his hips back to get Aya to touch him more, the the redhead couldn’t suppress a smirk at Ken’s eagerness.

Aya felt the muscles in his groin beginning to clench and his pace quickened, sliding in and out of the brunette at a speed which must have been painful but Ken seemed to enjoy immensely. One, two more thrusts was all it took to send Aya careening over the edge of ecstasy, fireworks going off behind the redhead’s closed eyelids.

Ken’s cries became louder as Aya sped up, jerking him off and pushing into him at alternating rhythms. The soccer player suddenly heard Aya’s hoarse cry, felt the older man’s cum explode into of him and coat his insides, and Ken went off as well. The brunette barely noticed his own cum splattering onto the wall and onto Aya’s hand as his vision went white and he collapsed bonelessly against his lover.

Aya, having just recovered from his phenomenal orgasm, wasn’t prepared for Ken to lean against him so wholly. The added weight sent the redhead toppling sideways onto Ken’s unmade bed. Neither man found this change of position objectionable, however, and so it was a few minutes before Aya shifted to pull out of Ken’s body. The younger man hissed at the loss, then slowly rolled over to face the swordsman tentatively.

“…A-Aya….”

“Hn?”

Ken squeezed his eyes shut, then reopened one of them slightly.

“I…..think I love you.”

Aya had to smile.

“you think?”

Ken appeared to be in deep thought for a moment before grinning happily and asserting,

“No, I think I know I love you.”

“…You think you know you love me?”

“..Unh uh, I know I know I love you.”

Aya chuckled softly.

“Shut up, Ken. You never could think well when you’re tired.”

Ken poked his lower lip out, then became rather serious again before whispering,

“Do you think you love me too?”

“Yes, I think I think I love you too.”

“….um…”

Aya could practically hear the gears whirring in Ken’s head as the brunette tried to digest that statement. With another low laugh, the redhead kissed Ken’s forehead and murmured,

“yes, koibito, I love you.”

Ken let out a sigh of relief and snuggled against Aya.

“I’m glad…koibito.”

Aya smiled to himself ashearheard Ken’s breathing began to grow more even ad rel, in, indicating sleep. The assassin started to follow suit. Oh, he was tired alright--

“WELL! WHAT HAVE WE HERE?!”

Aya and Ken both jolted awake at the sudden yell of an all-too-familiar voice. Ken realized he was still wrapped in Aya’s arms, and his pants were still unbuttoned, and there was still a cum stain on the wall--but it was Aya who spoke first.


“Damn it all, Kudou, ever hear of knocking?!”

Yohji laughed somewhat evilly.

“If I knocked all the time, I’d never find out about this kinda stuff, now would I?”

The urge to disentangle himself from Ken’s still-in-shock form and dice the unwelcome visitor to cubes was coming stronger now. Aya attempted to control it, but…..

“AYA! PUT THAT DOWN RIGHT NOW..KEN, DO SOMETHING! DON”T LET HIM KILL ME!”

It was Ken’s turn to laugh...somewhat evilly.

*OWARI*

#=Fahrenheit!! ^_^