Names and Places

AN: Read please.

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“Ran.” The hoarse gasp that fell from his mouth was hardly voluntary, more of a stock reaction. It wasn’t until the tongue against his neck paused it’s downward trail that he realized just what he had let slip from his mouth. “I-”

He was forced to swallow his explanation as Aya slammed him up against the drywall with bruising force and shoved his tongue none to gently down his throat.

“Mhph.” It was a sound of protest that seemed to fall on deaf ears as Aya let his hand dive under the polo shirt and across the taught, flexing stomach of his partner, letting his hand drag against the dip of his navel, earning a groan that bubbled against his tongue which was buried in his lover’s mouth, deep enough to taste himself still at the back of his throat.

Aya was already hard again, he could feel it and he burned with anticipation, his legs quaking a little in premonition of what was to come. His shirt was ripped from his body, the cold of the air hitting him, the kiss only discontinuing for the briefest of moments.

The hand at the fly of his jeans was frantic and a rush of adrenaline flooded him at the thought of how urgent Aya was being, someone who was usually a quiet, gentle lover. He moaned, sounding a little like a wanton whore and not caring in the least as the hand that had managed to singly divest him of his pants palmed his erection through the material of his boxers.

“Fuck, please.”

The panting was against his ear and he could hardly hold himself back from throwing Aya down and impaling himself. He would have tried it if it weren’t for the unspoken fact that Aya had the strictest of control, it was always like that, in everything the redhead did and he didn’t mind, not when the sex was so mind blowing.

He kicked the boxers that pooled around his feet a moment later to the side and spread his legs a little at the silent urging of Aya’s hand against his thigh. He braced himself against the wall and began to peel off Aya’s shirt which was stuck to him from the efforts of his talented tongue on the red head’s cock a few moments before.

Aya let him pull off his pants and boxers beneath, contenting himself to nibbling at his lover’s neck while diligent hands worked to divest him of his clothing. Once every last obstacle was removed their two bodies came together for a moment and he could feel Aya hold back his moan as their erections ground against each other in delicious friction.

He hardly cared how he sounded and showed as much as he let his mouth fall open, sucking in shallow mouthfuls of air in between needy moans and pleas.

Aya stepped back a little and he draped his hands over Aya’s shoulders. The redhead had one hand against his hip to keep him from bucking and the other hand travelled up his thigh and followed the line to his entrance, fingers already slick though he couldn’t think clearly enough to figure out how Aya could have managed such a feat.

He arched, the air rushing from his lungs as one slick finger was pushed into him, followed so quickly by another that he couldn’t bring himself to adjust. He let his head fall against Aya’s shoulder closing his eyes and feeling the way Aya twisted his fingers inside him, stroking him from the inside out and making him harder than he thought it was possible for any man to be.

Aya got two fingers deep before losing his patience and adding two more causing Ken to cry out in pain and then pleasure as the redhead pressed all four against his prostate. This was bliss, what he lived for, hanging around Weiâ even while the sins of ever day that passed tore at his heart, because in the end Aya always made him feel better.

A second later the sweet pleasure stopped inside him and Ken felt empty, the feeling lasted only a second however. Aya shoved into him so forcefully Ken hit the drywall with a painful thump. The soft and sweet Aya was gone, this Aya was far more forceful and demanding and left Ken feeling fuller than he thought he could be.

The pain was soon replaced by the steady force of Aya pumping in and out of him drawing riveting sensations from his body making him moan like a whore. Ken gripped Aya’s shoulders hard with force enough to tear past the skin even without the help of the claws he so frequently wore and killed with. This was enough incentive to make Aya lose all sense of concern for his pain and he braced his hands against Ken’s hips and thrust in harder than ever, lifting Ken’s smaller form a little off his feet to gain better access.

Ken’s protest was cut of as Aya sealed his lips over Ken’s own which were bruised and bloody from being worried by his teeth as he tried to keep from screaming.

Aya wrapped one hand around Ken’s cock and stroked it hard, a little off the beat of his thrusts, so that Ken was assaulted constantly by conflicting waves of pleasure. Ken held himself hard to Aya’s form his eyes, lidded in pleasure, meeting the redhead’s stoic gaze, watching the pleasure rippling across Aya’s face as Ken’s eager body began to tremble and clench around his buried cock in anticipation of his climax.

“More…” Ken gasped, his head falling to Aya’s neck inhaling the scent of sex, flowers and blood that seemed to coat the redhead no matter where he went.

Aya angled his cock a little so that he was thrusting right against Ken’s prostate and the brunet could hardly stand it. White burst before his eyes every time Aya hit his sweet spot and Ken could only feel the man that supported him, his blood red bangs that brushed against his cheek as Ken sucked at the salty skin of Aya’s collarbone, the unbearable thrusts of the redhead’s cock as it filled him over and over again, Aya’s hand wrapped around his shaft pulling him to the brink of his climax and the other hand as it kept him shoved up against the wall to his back, his feet touching the ground only when Aya pulled out.

The white seemed to wash everything else away, repeatedly exploding before his eyes and Ken lifted his head a little and felt Aya press his lips insistently against his. Ken opened his mouth obediently, never one to deny Aya of anything. Ken murmured incoherently against Aya’s mouth his eyes closed tight until at last the white didn’t fade and the force of his orgasm rocked his body, making him clench reflexively around the tight cock that continued to pound into him.

Ken buried his head into Aya’s neck and moaned one last time as his orgasm faded in slow moving waves.

A few moments latter Aya came, thrusting forward once and emptying himself deep within Ken. He leaned in to kiss Ken as he lowered him gently onto his feet, supporting them both against the wall as he pulled out.

There was a long moment of silence in which Ken tried to gather himself and then the redhead pulled away. Ken felt his heart throb and called out before he knew what he was doing.

“Ran.”

The silence reigned once more and Ken brought one hand to his mouth, shocked by what had passed his very own lips. He fell back against the wall with a muffled thump, wary of his lover’s reaction.

“I haven’t been called that in a long time.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Ken mumbled his legs trembling under him and giving out causing him to slide to the ground. His heart was heavy with the thought that with one word he had managed to mess up everything he had learned to hold dear.

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind the sound of it on your lips.” With that Ran swept down and pulled Ken into his arms, his lips pressing against the tortured ones of the brunet as he calmed the trembling body against his own, freezing time for a second in the moonlit room, in the dead of night, remaining two entangled forms that bled of desperation and sin.

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AN: Just some random drabble I wrote a while back. My favourite pairing in Weiss is Aya/Ken but I don't see enough of it so instead of complaining I decided to contribute some myself.

Sorry I didn't bother to edit it very thoroughly, it's just drabble after all.

- Incessant_Darkness