Want and Need are Two Very Different Things
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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,914
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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Nothing will Ever Stop Me
Again I would like to apologize for such a long wait between updates. I’m sure by now everyone who read my story before will no longer be looking for updates. For how long it’s been I’m sure there dead. Lol. Well without further ado, here is chapter nine.
YaoiLoverVixen
Want and Need are Two Very Different Things
Chapter 9
On the third try he found the right club. The noise and smoke were shadows to him. His eyes were only caught by one thing. That man. It was disgusting, sitting in a crowded corner with other suits; the large man was in the middle, with a young boy on his lap and another between his legs, they turned their rapt attention on Aya as he stepped in front of them. He couldn’t take it any longer. Drawing him katana he brought it to the leader’s throat before any of suits could realize what was going on and try to reach for their guns. The look of ultimate terror that passed over his face as Aya’s blade caressed his neck was almost enough, but wasn’t what Aya came for. Leaning slightly on his blade, a thin line was cut across this man’s think throat. Aya watched, with pleasure, as a small drop of blood slid down his neck. “I thought we had an agreement. You went too far. He was only supposed to take him out and fuck with Yohji. Nothing was supposed to happen to Ken.” Aya said, mustering everything he had not to lean on more on the blade; he had to keep as calm as possible to get through this alive. But it was so hard with all the guilt he felt; hiring someone to go out with Ken, just to get them both out of the house, and being the cause of Omi's pain that had lead him to suicide. Aya hated himself; he had known Omi was there and he took advantage of the state Yohji was in just so Omi could watch and learn a lesson, not to fuck with Aya. All the rage he felt with himself he turned on this man before him.
All of this had happened so fast and Aya’s rage had gotten the better of him, clouding his perception. It had been in slow-motion for Aya; so slow that he missed the swift hollow sounds around him. Clearing his vision quicker than it had come, the cool, round barrel against his head made a thick dull sound. Darkness surrounded his vision leaving the heavy pounding at the back of his head the last thing he remembered.
His head swung loosely on his neck. Back and forth, back and forth. It seemed even the pounding had returned. Rousing himself, forcing his eyes open, and his mind awake, he realized the pounding was not his head but was heavy boots on a reverberating, metal floor; and they were coming his way. Quickly assessing his situation he found that he was hanging by his wrists with solid, tight, steel, shackles as his support. Pulling at his legs Aya found that they too were attached to the wall by shackles. He could feel blood on his back, but it was dry so he knew his wound was recent or fresh.
The Suits had now appeared in the doorway of the room and made their way across the room to him. He knew not because of their close proximity but by the slap to the face, that left his cheek red and stinging. And apparently the man, who was the same one as the night before that had the two boys on him, wasn’t pleased when Aya gave him no reaction to the slap. The man then responded with a game: Try as hard as he can to get Aya to scream, cry, anything. Within minutes Aya’s bleeding body hung limp and unmoving, his eyes shut. This seemed to satisfy the man for now (even though he hadn’t gotten so much as a grunt from Aya) so the beating stopped; or so Aya thought. The beating was then replaced by steel on his skin. A knife pressed firmly through his forearm. His skin broke, bone broke, muscle broke, he could feel all of it. The blood came rushing past the knife, what little he had left. He wanted to scream so badly. His eyes squeezed tighter and he bit his lip so hard that it too bled. He jus t knew he couldn’t give this bastard that satisfaction, but he also knew this would just piss him off even more.
A gun cocked. ~This is it. I tried, I tried. But this is what I deserve. Sentencing himself to death, a shot fired. He was shocked as he only felt pain from his arm, but it was then that he heard four more shots, and felt nothing.
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Rubbing his eyes, Ken sat up, forcing himself awake. Everything came rushing back to him, but he didn’t want it. Making himself forget, at least for the moment, he looked around his dimly lit room. The sun had just risen and light was coming through the cracks around where his shade was hanging over the window. Squinting he reached for it and instead of pulling it down he sent it flying up, flooding his room with unwanted light. Quickly closing his eyes at first he slowly opened them so they could adjust and it wasn’t until they had that he noticed Yohji’s sleeping form to the side of his bed; half on, half off a chair. ~He looks so different when he sleeps.~ Ken mused. ~He looks so much younger and happier.~ Lifting a hand Ken reached over and slid his fingers through soft, honey locks; letting his guard down, some of it returned. The feeling of helplessness came first; the emotional pain evident on his face. It hit him in the gut and ego. But he refused to be beaten that way so he focused on what he remembered of Yohji and how safe he felt in those strong, protective arms. Running his fingertips down Yohji’s neck and shoulder he traced patterns along those arms that had held him.
Eyes glazed over with the memory, Ken missed the change in breathing that came with consciousness. Yohji, now awake, enjoyed Ken’s caresses a moment longer before opening one jade eye, and then the other. “Something interesting Ken?” His voice think and heavy from his short but deep sleep. Ken didn’t pull his hand away when Yohji spoke; he continued to watch his fingers on Yohji’s arm. Yohji thought that Ken hadn’t heard him until he broke his stare from the arm to look at Yohji’s face, more specifically, his eyes. Then he spoke in a voice so quiet, which denied his intense look, “I still don’t know why you came for me, Yohji. But now……….. I’m glad you did.” His hand, that had been on Yohji’s arm, come up to rest against Yohji’s cheek. Sitting up, Yohji lived for the feel of ken’s hand on his face. Putting his own hand over Ken’s, Yohji moved the soft fingers to his lips, gently kissing each one. Ken’s sigh was music to his ears. “Ken, nothing will ever stop me from coming for you.” Yohji couldn’t have held it in any longer, even if his life had depended on it. Gripping Ken, one hand tangling with chocolate locks and the other slipping around his slim waist, Yohji guided his lips to Ken’s.
Nothing could have prepared Ken for the passion and longing he felt in this kiss. He reached for Yohji, desperately holding onto anything his hands could find. His hair like silk, arms smooth and muscular, Ken couldn’t get enough. Yohji started to pull away but Ken didn’t want to lose this, ~Not yet…~ Pulling him in, closer still, Ken never wanted it to end but he needed air badly. Letting Yohji go he turned his face away, uttering softly, “I’m sorry.” He then was shaken, almost violently. Yohji, gripping his shoulders, shook him till he turned his face to his again. Yohji spoke to him with worry and with force, “Don’t you ever say those words to me again. You have done nothing wrong. Do you understand me?” Ken tried so hard not to cry as he nodded his head but the memories came flooding back and the tears came once again. Only this time, he had Yohji there to catch them.
YaoiLoverVixen
Want and Need are Two Very Different Things
Chapter 9
On the third try he found the right club. The noise and smoke were shadows to him. His eyes were only caught by one thing. That man. It was disgusting, sitting in a crowded corner with other suits; the large man was in the middle, with a young boy on his lap and another between his legs, they turned their rapt attention on Aya as he stepped in front of them. He couldn’t take it any longer. Drawing him katana he brought it to the leader’s throat before any of suits could realize what was going on and try to reach for their guns. The look of ultimate terror that passed over his face as Aya’s blade caressed his neck was almost enough, but wasn’t what Aya came for. Leaning slightly on his blade, a thin line was cut across this man’s think throat. Aya watched, with pleasure, as a small drop of blood slid down his neck. “I thought we had an agreement. You went too far. He was only supposed to take him out and fuck with Yohji. Nothing was supposed to happen to Ken.” Aya said, mustering everything he had not to lean on more on the blade; he had to keep as calm as possible to get through this alive. But it was so hard with all the guilt he felt; hiring someone to go out with Ken, just to get them both out of the house, and being the cause of Omi's pain that had lead him to suicide. Aya hated himself; he had known Omi was there and he took advantage of the state Yohji was in just so Omi could watch and learn a lesson, not to fuck with Aya. All the rage he felt with himself he turned on this man before him.
All of this had happened so fast and Aya’s rage had gotten the better of him, clouding his perception. It had been in slow-motion for Aya; so slow that he missed the swift hollow sounds around him. Clearing his vision quicker than it had come, the cool, round barrel against his head made a thick dull sound. Darkness surrounded his vision leaving the heavy pounding at the back of his head the last thing he remembered.
His head swung loosely on his neck. Back and forth, back and forth. It seemed even the pounding had returned. Rousing himself, forcing his eyes open, and his mind awake, he realized the pounding was not his head but was heavy boots on a reverberating, metal floor; and they were coming his way. Quickly assessing his situation he found that he was hanging by his wrists with solid, tight, steel, shackles as his support. Pulling at his legs Aya found that they too were attached to the wall by shackles. He could feel blood on his back, but it was dry so he knew his wound was recent or fresh.
The Suits had now appeared in the doorway of the room and made their way across the room to him. He knew not because of their close proximity but by the slap to the face, that left his cheek red and stinging. And apparently the man, who was the same one as the night before that had the two boys on him, wasn’t pleased when Aya gave him no reaction to the slap. The man then responded with a game: Try as hard as he can to get Aya to scream, cry, anything. Within minutes Aya’s bleeding body hung limp and unmoving, his eyes shut. This seemed to satisfy the man for now (even though he hadn’t gotten so much as a grunt from Aya) so the beating stopped; or so Aya thought. The beating was then replaced by steel on his skin. A knife pressed firmly through his forearm. His skin broke, bone broke, muscle broke, he could feel all of it. The blood came rushing past the knife, what little he had left. He wanted to scream so badly. His eyes squeezed tighter and he bit his lip so hard that it too bled. He jus t knew he couldn’t give this bastard that satisfaction, but he also knew this would just piss him off even more.
A gun cocked. ~This is it. I tried, I tried. But this is what I deserve. Sentencing himself to death, a shot fired. He was shocked as he only felt pain from his arm, but it was then that he heard four more shots, and felt nothing.
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Rubbing his eyes, Ken sat up, forcing himself awake. Everything came rushing back to him, but he didn’t want it. Making himself forget, at least for the moment, he looked around his dimly lit room. The sun had just risen and light was coming through the cracks around where his shade was hanging over the window. Squinting he reached for it and instead of pulling it down he sent it flying up, flooding his room with unwanted light. Quickly closing his eyes at first he slowly opened them so they could adjust and it wasn’t until they had that he noticed Yohji’s sleeping form to the side of his bed; half on, half off a chair. ~He looks so different when he sleeps.~ Ken mused. ~He looks so much younger and happier.~ Lifting a hand Ken reached over and slid his fingers through soft, honey locks; letting his guard down, some of it returned. The feeling of helplessness came first; the emotional pain evident on his face. It hit him in the gut and ego. But he refused to be beaten that way so he focused on what he remembered of Yohji and how safe he felt in those strong, protective arms. Running his fingertips down Yohji’s neck and shoulder he traced patterns along those arms that had held him.
Eyes glazed over with the memory, Ken missed the change in breathing that came with consciousness. Yohji, now awake, enjoyed Ken’s caresses a moment longer before opening one jade eye, and then the other. “Something interesting Ken?” His voice think and heavy from his short but deep sleep. Ken didn’t pull his hand away when Yohji spoke; he continued to watch his fingers on Yohji’s arm. Yohji thought that Ken hadn’t heard him until he broke his stare from the arm to look at Yohji’s face, more specifically, his eyes. Then he spoke in a voice so quiet, which denied his intense look, “I still don’t know why you came for me, Yohji. But now……….. I’m glad you did.” His hand, that had been on Yohji’s arm, come up to rest against Yohji’s cheek. Sitting up, Yohji lived for the feel of ken’s hand on his face. Putting his own hand over Ken’s, Yohji moved the soft fingers to his lips, gently kissing each one. Ken’s sigh was music to his ears. “Ken, nothing will ever stop me from coming for you.” Yohji couldn’t have held it in any longer, even if his life had depended on it. Gripping Ken, one hand tangling with chocolate locks and the other slipping around his slim waist, Yohji guided his lips to Ken’s.
Nothing could have prepared Ken for the passion and longing he felt in this kiss. He reached for Yohji, desperately holding onto anything his hands could find. His hair like silk, arms smooth and muscular, Ken couldn’t get enough. Yohji started to pull away but Ken didn’t want to lose this, ~Not yet…~ Pulling him in, closer still, Ken never wanted it to end but he needed air badly. Letting Yohji go he turned his face away, uttering softly, “I’m sorry.” He then was shaken, almost violently. Yohji, gripping his shoulders, shook him till he turned his face to his again. Yohji spoke to him with worry and with force, “Don’t you ever say those words to me again. You have done nothing wrong. Do you understand me?” Ken tried so hard not to cry as he nodded his head but the memories came flooding back and the tears came once again. Only this time, he had Yohji there to catch them.