Razor Blade Angel

Authors notes: Sorry to bore you with more authors notes but I keep thinking of things between chapters. I have to appolgize for this chapter in particular. I wrote the scene ages ago and so I had to go back and clean it up a bit. My writing has changed so much over the years and I wasn't really happy with it. I'm not overly happy with it now but as it takes a lot out of me to write...then beta something this will have to do. Enjoy the little bit of Ken action. Poor baby, he gets so abused. Again /.../ denotes thoughts and this chapter goes into flash backs/memories quite a bit so watch out for those.

Ken escorted Aya-chan to her brother's room so that she could calm down a bit and he could get a shower before starting on supper. Thoughts were buzzing about in his head so fast and he just needed some time alone to think. Walking into the small bathroom he locked the door and turned on the shower. /It only makes sense they are alive. We surrvived after all didn't we? Shit! But why are they poping back up now?/ He slowly began to undress tossing the clothes into a wadded pile by the door. /I've got to tell the others, got to tell Aya./ Ken's thoughts stopped there; on Aya. Why was it so difficult for him to stop thinking about the red head?

The hot water ran in tiny streams down his naked body. It seemed so much had happened that day and his brain was weary from trying to make sense of it all. Soon the pounding hot water had alleviated his headache but painful memories replaced it instead. No matter what he did, Ken could not push the thoughts of the past few months from his mind. It had all been so confusing and now with Aya-chan showing up things were just starting to become more complicated. The soccer player began to let his mind wander.

Ken wasn’t too sure how things began to take place but he had opened himself up too soon and gotten hurt. Had trusted a part of himself to Aya, given himself freely and now, felt he had been wrong to do so. Aya had been acting strangely to say the least. Most of the time he was aloof and quiet, seldom friendly. However Ken couldn’t help but to notice Aya and he often found himself watching him unawares. Unfortunately for Ken, it had all been a mistake. Maybe it was just his imagination that Aya had been giving him those oddly piercing looks? Maybe he had moved to quickly? Doubts began to float through Ken's thoughts like wicked ghosts.

The water rinsed the soap out of Ken’s shinny brown hair leaving it stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck. He didn’t want to think about these things. Didn't want to remember the way Aya's skin felt against his rough fingers or the way those beautiful eyes had looked strait into his soul. The whole incident had happened before either knew what was going on. Aya had been so receptive and Ken could not keep his hands away. The dark haired boy felt a familiar twinge in his stomach as he felt his length becoming hard. /Damnit!/ He hit one fist into the shower wall out of frustration but it wasn't hard enough to do any real damage to the tiles. Slowly it seemed the two had formed a bond, a bond that inevitably would be smashed into a million tiny shards of shattered dreams. He leaned his head back against the shower wall as memories washed over him in waves of painful realization. Refusing to fight any longer Ken started to drift back into the past.

/The two of them had been in Aya’s room that afternoon, a soft breeze blowing lightly making the dark curtains float in and out of the second story window. There had been much they had shared that day and Ken had felt closer to Aya that he had to anyone in a very long time. He let himself get too close. Aya made him feel wanted, Aya made him feel important and did he dare think loved? It was close to the same type of feelings he'd had for Yuriko the short time they had spent together. Crossing to the bed both sank into it’s soft embrace Ken leaving a gentle kiss upon Aya’s smooth lips. His hands resting lightly on those unnaturally curved hips. The red head looked so beautiful laid out on the dark comforter; pale skin against midnight blues and blacks./

The water from the shower continued it’s hammering rhythm on Ken’s body, shutting out all noises except the sound of blood rushing in his ears. His hand trailed blindly down to his stiff member. Unable to control himself it seemed, and the memory spurring him on he began to pump with long strokes. Agonizingly slow at first, pausing only to palm the head with his hand and then return back down the length. His hips rocking forward in erotic gestures, Ken moaned, thankful for the full spray from the shower to muffle his cries. Reason and care starting to slip from control Ken bit into his lip turning the skin a swollen pink color.

/His fingers trailed across Aya’s white cheek and over kiss bruised lips. Dark Plum colored eyes gazed at him showing a bit of uncertainty mixed with longing and something else Ken, even with his honed instincts could not trace down. Tenderly he brought those fingers down to the collar of Aya’s shirt and worked at the top button. He was shaking a little the ever growing desire to touch naked flesh making Ken work hastily. Aya looked away and tensed as if the others touch were hurting him. He backed off but Aya simply took his hand and laid it back on his chest moving it inside the black shirt again, amethyst meeting cobalt blue./

/Ken’s pulse quickened and his breath grew ragged as Aya moved upwards to kiss him again. His pink tongue gently opening Ken’s mouth to feel the smoothness inside and twine against the other. Closing his eyes Ken pressed himself into Aya's leg feeling his hard organ straining against his jeans. Blushing slightly he now began to fumble with the button on Aya’s pants, tugging at them almost frantically. A small smile had spread to Aya's face as if he thought the whole ordeal was rather cute. Slowly those long fingers found their way down to the soccer players pants curling about the button to snap it loose./

/Loosing themselves from the remainder of their clothes, they embraced each other just lying there for a moment. Shivers of anticipation rose through the both of them. Ken's skin was feverish with desire, he placed heated kisses along Aya’s slender throat making him moan softly. The dimming after noon light cast shadows across bare skin creating a sensuous feeling to everything about the two lovers. Aya laid himself back down on the bed making a clear submissive gesture but his eyes burned with the fire of passion. They seemed to be pleading for Ken to hurry and take him. "Please...Ken."/

/The dark haired boy gazed down at Aya’s body beneath him. It’s flowing curves and soft white skin making him unbearably hard. Without further hesitation he spread Aya’s legs reveling at the soft nest of wine red hair between them and the long slightly pink organ. Aya's look had become somewhat serious for the moment and he pointed to the night stand. Ken's brow knitted but he looked in the drawer anyway finding a small bottle of lube. He got the idea quickly and slicked himself over well before lifting Aya’s hips and plunging his heated cock deep inside him. Aya hissed slightly between clenched teeth but stiffened only slightly rocking his body forward to receive Ken’s embrace./

It only occurred to Ken now that maybe Aya had been with someone before. That maybe he had taken other lovers in the past. He did after all make very little hesitation with Ken's over zealous manner of love making. He had been so receptive and easily taken. It was a quickly fleeting thought though as Ken was so caught up in the imagery and heat between his legs.

/Ken held onto Aya for a moment or two listening to the red head's heart beat then began to slide in and out of him with ease. His muscles straining and a slight sweat broke out on his body as a fevered pace began to pick up. Aya began to moan and traced delicate fingers down the other's back. Ken, resting his folded legs under Aya pumped all the harder. It wasn't long before he couldn't hold out much longer. The shudder of climax coursed through him and he collapsed, the other captured underneath, his organ still terribly hard./

/Ken’s bright aqua eyes looked up into Aya’s then he started to place long, slow kisses down his chest as he pulled out. Again Aya winced but only slightly too drunk with the feeling of rapture the other boy had induced. Sliding down so that Ken’s chin rested lightly on Aya’s flat belly he looked up with a coy, playful smile. Then placing his lips around the tip of Aya’s cock he began to suck in a fast, heated motion. The other assasin tasted so good to him, hot and throbing against his tongue./

/Aya writhed beneath Ken’s strong grip forcing his hips upward so that Ken had to take the entire length into his mouth. It was the only display of dommination he could afford at that moment. The tip touching the back of Ken's throat it wasn't long before Aya's own orgasm exploded under the dark haired assasin's exploration. The two had rested for several hours in the after glow, nestled against each other before sweet sleep finally took them./

The blood was pounding in Ken’s brain, his hand working quickly on the hard organ that pestered at him mercilessly. The world faded into blinding colors as Ken’s seed spilled out over his hand, washing down the drain in a white swirl. A gasp escaped his lips and a cry of anguish spread through his body in white hot waves. Tears spilled down his face as the memory of Aya slowly slipped from his brain. The flood of emotion was too much to take and he slumped down to the shower floor. He was exhausted but finally pulled himself together and stepping out of the shower he dried himself, dressed then went down to make dinner.