Razorblade Kisses

My first attempt at writing Weib Kreuz, I’m sure I’m mangling characters here while I try to gather what they’re like. Please excuse any oocness that abounds.

This was written mah’mah’ soulsista. Madame Seshat 2511, who rules my with an uke abandon, and who can sit around talking about the weirdest things with a straight face I’m sure. Love ya Coffeebean!

Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Aya x Ken
Rating: NC: 17
Warning: Language, violence, sex, all the good stuff.
Summery: After a particularly hard mission, Aya and Ken confront one another about certain things.
Lyrics by HIM the song is Razorblade Kiss same as the title to the fic.


Razorblade Kisses


Every time we touch we get closer to heaven
And at every sunrise our sins are forgiven
Uh...uh
You on my skin this must be the end
The only way you can love me is to hurt me again
And again
And again
And again

Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips

Oh the taste from your lips, my Darling
Taste from your lips, oh my Love

Only inside I\'m free
I\'m tired of waiting
You\'ve got to let me dream
Inside Baby
I\'m not afraid to feel
I want you to love me
Cause you are the one
Cause you are the one
Cause you are the one

The silence in the car was deafening, if it got any more silent Ken was sure
they\'d be able to hear the ice in Aya\'s blood slogging to and fro. He smiled
tightly at his reflection in the window, looking out at the city lights at
night.

Neither one seemed to want to broach the subject on their minds. So far that was
a pretty damn good arrangement. Ken didn\'t particularly want to talk about what
had happened, and what was happening between . He. He\'d happily remain in
ignorant bliss, but then that was the real problem, he wasn\'t in bliss, ignorant
or otherwise.

And he couldn\'t even say it was Aya who\'d started it, because it wasn\'t, it was
his doing. He\'d stepped over a boundary and now was paying for it. But he really
didn\'t have it in him to regret it.

He took a deep breath, figuring it was better to get it over with here and now,
Omi and Yojhi weren\'t around to witness his death, so it all worked out for
everyone.

Still looking at his reflection, the earlier scene passed before his eyes, mouth
open, words held back as he ran the actions behind his eyes, trying to make
sense of it.

They\'d been sent to retrieve a certain disk about activities that Esstsett was
up to, things that were being set up. Ken had gone undercover working security
in the building where the information was housed. But he couldn\'t get farther
than the third floor, and word was that it was on the seventh floor, which was
highly guarded.

So they\'d decided that under cover of the night they\'d sneak in and then get
what was needed and if necessary blow themselves out of there. Everything had gone
as planned, well almost. They\'d gotten the information copied onto a disk, and
were trying to get out of the building. So far they hadn\'t tripped any sensors
of any kind, till somehow Omi had triggered some alarm, and Ken still wasn\'t sure
how that had happened.

He\'d been paired with Yojhi as usual, and when the alarms had gone off, both
teams had just met up. Ken caught Aya\'s violet gaze, getting a once over as if
to make sure there were no wounds. That in itself was something new. Usually Aya
was so in tune with his assignment that he didn\'t go looking to make sure if his
teammates had wounds. If they could walk, or even run, that\'s all he needed to
know. But Ken had felt those eyes on him, and he\'d felt an answering rush in
his own veins as he looked over Aya\'s body.

It wasn\'t a sudden thing. He\'d begun to look at his teammate with a different
eye, looking to see what the school girls saw in him when they all came to the
shop. He’d begun finding reasons to be around the icy redhead, accidentally brushing up
against him. At first Aya had looked at him as if were clumsy or something. But
as the incidents had kept happening, Aye began to look at him a bit more
speculatively.

Like tonight.

Ken knew he shouldn\'t let his thoughts wander, not when they were going to have
to fight their way out of the building. He snuck another glance at Aya, and
unfortunately as he did, he missed the guard coming up on his right, gun raised.
The only reason he caught on with what was going on was that Aya saw what was
happening out of the corner of his eye and ran to get in front of Ken and the
bullet. Aya had narrowly avoided getting shot in the shoulder, taking his katana
and slicing the guard\'s sternum.

Aya had glanced over his shoulder at Ken with a look promising they\'d deal with
that later.

They\'d been able to get out, with no serious injuries besides minor cuts and
bruises. Yojhi took Omi with him in his car, while Aya gave Ken a slight shove
toward his car.

And here he sat, unable to keep his thoughts far from the man sitting next to
him. Thoughts he shouldn\'t be having. No one knew Aya\'s preferences, no one ever
saw the cold man with women or men. Ken had known young that he could go either
way. His preference was simply for someone who snagged his attention and kept
it.

Aya was doing that just fine. Maybe a little too fine.

\"What were you thinking?\" Ken\'s head snapped over to Aya at those words, his
throat dry as he tried swallowing. He tried to remember to breathe, and not
stare at those lips that just begged to be kissed. Tried not to stare at that
Adam\'s apple that begged to be licked. He almost moaned as he felt the flesh in
his lap suddenly flare to life. The adrenaline from the mission hadn\'t
dissipated, it had only redirected itself now in a sexual manner and sitting
this close to his current obsession wasn\'t helping.

\"I wasn\'t, that\'s the problem.\" Aya turned to look at Ken quickly at that
answer before looking back at the road.

\"How could you allow yourself to be distracted? I don\'t care what you were or
weren\'t thinking of, but on a mission you better keep it together. If you go
down, we go down. Because Omi for one would never stand to leave you there,
neither would Yojhi.\"

Ken listened to what Aya said, knowing he had a point. What the taller man said
was the truth, Ken couldn\'t afford to be distracted, not like that. Not only
could he get himself killed, but he could get the others killed as well. He
looked back out the window at the city lights.

\"I won\'t let myself get distracted like that again.\" No, he\'d do his best for it
not to happen, but ooh how his thoughts ran back to Aya again. Aya in the
shower, and that he didn\'t have to fantasize about, he\'d accidentally walked in
on the redhead since they lived in such close quarters and had gotten an
eye-full. Just that image was making his mouth feel like sandpaper, so
completely dry. He tried to lick his lips, to no avail.

\"What were you thinking?\" Once more Ken was staring at Aya\'s profile, so
incredibly beautiful. No man, no woman had a right to have skin that flawless,
eyes that violet or lashes that long. Lips that sensual. Everything about Aya
screamed to Ken about sex and beauty. His fingers itched to touch, to feel, to
learn.

The words were softly spoken, almost hesitant, as if Aya\'s curiosity had gotten
the best of him. Looking at that profile, Ken could see Aya had bitten his lips,
as if to keep from asking anything more.

Without conscious thought Ken answered and then held his breath, thinking maybe
he should open the door and jump out of the moving vehicle, because if Aya took
offence, it\'d be the end of the soccer player turned assassin. \"You. Was
thinking about you.\"

Aya\'s eyes did snap to him with surprise and, if Ken was right, a hint of desire.
Maybe he wouldn\'t have to throw himself out of the moving vehicle after all.

Aya didn\'t say a word, simply looked back at the road with the same
single-minded detachment that he used when he was on a mission. For all of two
minutes Ken left it alone, each second that ticked by his hope that maybe he
could have something with Aya dwindling. And then anger slowly crept up within.
The least Aya could do was acknowledge what he\'d said, get mad, but DO or SAY
something. But oh no, not Aya, never Aya. Ken felt anger at himself for falling
for the red head, and anger that Aya wouldn\'t even tell him to fuck off it
seemed.

That hurt worse then being told to fuck off, at least if Aya spoke about it, Ken
wouldn\'t feel as if he were nothing. He almost wanted Aya to tell him to fuck
off, could almost even convince himself that what he\'d been feeling for the
other man was an aberration, like indigestion or something.

\"What, you\'re not gonna say shit? Not gonna tell me to fuck off, to get over it,
something? Anything?\" Ken\'s hands curled into fists with his anger, every word
was snapped out, each letter bitten.

\"Shut up.\" That\'s all Aya was going to say to him? Shut up? Ken was
flabbergasted, robbed of thought, all he could think was, what a fool he was to
even tell the truth. To even hope for something more. When he\'d first realized
he had feelings for Aya, he\'d fought them; in his line of work it wasn\'t wise to
have a relationship. He couldn\'t tell them what he did, or why he was gone for
long periods of time day or night. He couldn\'t devote himself to a relationship,
because he\'d already devoted himself to Weiss. And what a load of crock that
was. It left him lonely in the wee hours of the night, lying in his bed
snuggling pillows instead of a warm caring body.

But as he thought more and more about Aya, it suddenly hit him. If he wanted a
relationship, why not with Aya, who was the same thing as he was? Yes Aya was
fighting for his sister, but still, he could be open and honest with Aya.
Wouldn\'t have to worry about not being able to tell him where he was going, or
when he\'d be back.

The drawback was that they\'d have to keep it from the others, not knowing how
they\'d take it, but it would be worth it, he wouldn\'t be lonely anymore. And
he\'d seen the loneliness in Aya\'s eyes no matter how much he tried to hide it.

But with two words Aya was killing his fantasy. Dashing his hopes on the rocks
below.

\"What do you mean shut up, you bastard, at least have the common decency to talk
to me about this.\"

He hadn\'t been paying attention to where they were going, so focused on his
feelings that it was a bit of a surprise when he felt the car pull over and stop
and watched Aya get out of the vehicle. They were at some park, hidden in the
shadows of large trees. Aya stood in front of his car looking at him. Waiting.

Ken got out of the Porsche slamming the door, feeling a tiny bit vindictive when
he saw Aya grimace slightly at the sound of the door being slammed.

\"Come here Ken.\"

Ken walked over, righteous fury pounding in his veins. All the cuts and bruises
he had didn\'t penetrate his consciousness, but the adrenaline flowflowing faster
and faster. Had turned back to battle rather than sex.

\"What the hell do you want huh? I can\'t believe I told you I was thinking about
you and you told me to shut up, what the hell kind of answer is that Aya huh?
Are you really that much of a bastard? Are you really that cold, I always
thought it was partly a facade because you have to think of your sister, but
shit, maybe you really are that cold hearted.\" Ken\'s voice picked up volume and
speed as he continued to speak. \"I mean, shit, I all but tell you that I got
feelings for you, you can\'t be that dense Aya, I practically rub up on you while
we\'re working in the flower shop or when we train. I\'m constantly staring at
you, you can\'t tell me you don\'t feel that, don\'t notice any of it. What the
hell, I mean—\"

Aya had surprised him again, interrupting his tirade by kissing him
passionately, pulling the smaller man closer as he subtly gentled the kiss,
pulling back after what seemed like forever to Ken. He hadn\'t even realized that
he\'d wrapped arm arms around Aya\'s waist. \"Wow…\" was all Ken could say
coherently, the kiss had robbed him of thought, had fueled every fantasy he\'d
ever had about Aya and surpassed it. When their tongues had touched it\'d had
felt as if he\'d stuck his finger in a socket and had gotten that jolt of
electricity. Of course it had also gotten him harder than a rock in zero point
three seconds.

Aya\'s hands moved up to cradle Ken\'s face between them, leaning in without words
kissing Ken again. Ken whimpered into the kiss. He never felt the way Aya moved
them toward the hood of the Porsche till he felt it at his back. The kiss
changed then, picked up hunger, ravenous hunger that spread to their hands, each
trying to rip the clothes from their bodies in eagerness and haste.

Trying to keep from breaking the kiss, they got their jackets off, ripped their
shirts off and each had their pants undone. Aya\'s were hanging off his hips,
while Ken\'s were being shoved to his ankles. There was no elegance or grace to
their movements; it was simply fueled by need and by the adrenaline from earlier
hopefully giving way to another type of needed release.

Aya broke the kiss and in the blink of an eye spun Ken around and pushed him
onto the hood. Ken stood there legs spread as much as his pants would allow,
hands on the heated car looking over his shoulder at the red head, lust in his
eyes, licking his lower lip enticingly. Aya, who\'d been silent moaned and leaned
against the other man. Chest to back, skin to skin, each of them broke out in
goose bumps and instinctively rubbed against one another, causing Aya to groan
as his erection caugcaught between the crevice of Ken\'s ass.

Ken pushed back, almost dizzy at how good it felt to have Aya rubbing against
him like that. To have that gorgeous body moving against his own, giving
pleasure to the object of his fantasies. Bent over the way Ken was, his own cock
rubbed against the metal, and there was something really erotic about that
exciting him. He wasn\'t sure if it was because it was Aya\'s car he was basically
humping against, or the fact that it was Aya\'s car and Aya was behind him
rubbing on him as well. Probably both.

Ken pushed back hard against Aya, trying without words to tell him he was ready
to be fucked withn inn inch of his life, and then some. Aya must have understood
because Ken almost squeaked when he felt moist fingers parting him and sliding
within, stretching. The weight of the man behind him was welcome, he was covered
from head to toe by Aya, and he was loving every minute.

When he felt those fingers sliding out, Ken couldn\'t help but whimper in between
his panting. His ass tried to follow the fingers, trying to get them back in
some way, only to suddenly feel something biggermethmething blunter, something
harder than fingers trying to push in. Ken relaxed his body, feeling Aya squeeze
past the first ring of muscle. The burning was there, it always was, but Aya had
made sure he was wet, and that Ken had been slightly stretched so it helped.
Feeling Aya inside him, even just a little, fueled Ken\'s excitement to new levels, and
when Aya was buried to the hilt, and the redhead leaned over placing teeth to
ken\'s throat, Ken felt like he\'d died and gone to heaven.

\"Oh yeah…more…more…\" Ken demanded, his hips pushing back before rubbing his cock
against the hood again. Aya complied, his breathing, his heartbeat picking up
speed, leaving him panting in Ken\'s ear, lips pulling on skin. Ken\'s hands
curled, nails scrang png paint. If he\'d been able to think right, he might have felt
a twinge at knowing he had just scratched Aya\'s car. But he was too far gone to
care about it Aya Aya was also lost in the haze of pleasure from what Ken could hear and feel,
little whispered words of `sweet`, `good`, `hot`, and the one word that made it all
worth it, `mine`, slipped past the lips of the beautiful man fucking him. He agreed
wholeheartedly with that word, and would have said something if he hadn\'t felt a
hand snaking around and taking him in hand stroking against the thrusts. So that
it felt as if Aya would be in, the hand would be at the edge, like a sort of
seesaw. Ken had never had anyone do that to him before and suddenly it was too
much, blowing his mind like that and with a half-scream he came, spurting onto
the hood, and some onto his bel
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He felt and heard Aya follow him into the earth shattering orgasm he\'d just
experienced. Ken smiled to himself when he felt Aya\'s weight slump onto his
with a bit of a grunt. He was willing to lie here like this for a few moments at
least. But he never realized how heavy Aya actually was. The man wasn\'t as tall
as Yojhi, but gave off the impression of being slight and not so heavy. Ken ld nld now tell anyone who cared that Aya was a heavy guy.

\"You gonna get off me anytime soon? You\'re kinda heavy and your car isn\'t the
most comfortable of places to be lying on.\" Ken said with a grin as he looked
over his shoulder at Aya, meeting sleepy sated violet eyes. Ken\'s smile grew
even more at the fact that it was he that put that look on Aya\'s face.

\"Are you complaining aftejustjust made you scream out my name?\" Aya\'s voice was
deadpan, made Ken look over his shoulder quickly to see if he was serious or
not. Aya\'s face was straight as arrows, but the twinkle…wait a minute,
twinkles?! In Aya\'s eyes? Ken knew, just KNEW that he\'d died after that
earth-shattering orgasm either that or he was hallucinating.

\"I didn\'t scream your name, it was uh…`it’s cold`…is what I was screaming, yeah,
that\'s it, cause…\" He pretended to shiver, as Aya slid of of him and began to
pull up his pants, lifting his torn shirt from the floor, grimacing at the waste
of his shirt. \"Yeah cold, see…brrrr…\" He wrapped his arms around his naked
chest.

\"Then get dressed idiot!\" Ken laughed when his torn shirt his him square in the
face. He pulled it away and saw that it was only half the shirt with one sleeve.

\"Damn were you eager to get me undressed.\" Ken\'s grin grew wider when he
realized that Aya was actually blushing,SHINSHING! And he\'d made the guy blush.
Shit, at the rate he was going, he\'d be floating back to the flower shop. Using
the torn shirt he cleaned off his belly and then turned to clean up the hood of
his fluids that were fast getting hard with the air.

Pulling up his pants, he started thinking, and once he and Aya were dressed as
best as possible, they stood there looking at one another.

\"So where do we go from ?\" ?\" Ken dared to ask, hoping that this wasn\'t just a
one-time deal.

\"What do you want from me?\" Ken heard the question, but it didn\'t have its usual
caustic bite. It was pure curiosity.

\"Well I don\'t want this to be the one and only time, I want more than that, I
want everything you\'re willing to give.\" There, he put his cards on the table
and now it was up to Aya to pick up what he wanted.

\"Then we\'ll take it one day at a time, but if it interferes with our missions
we\'ll have to stop it. The missions come first Ken.\"

Ken knew Aya had a point, though he didn\'t really like it. But if that were the
only way to have Aya, then he\'d take it. \"Fine by me.\"

\"And no more fuck ups on missions thinking about me got it!\"

\"Yeah, I got it.\"

They both got back into the car, and Aya put it in gear and they took off toward
the city and the flower shop. Ken got a bit drowsy and laid his head on the car
seat letting his eyes close till he felt a warm hand reaching and tg hig his and
intertwining fingers together.

Ken smiled sweetly and was nearly asleep when he heard Aya speaking to him. \"Ken
why do you have white paint under your fingernails? You scratched my car didn\'t
you!\"

Ken\'s smile grew even more, thinking that if he had this after all the missions,
life was going to be pretty damn good.

\"Yes Aya, I did it, I\'ll fix it tomorrow.\"

\"You better!\"