Himitsu (Secret)

by Seishuku Skuld   (skuldsai@magicgirl.com)

 

Disclaimers/Warnings, etc:

Weiß Kreuz

Ken/Aya

PWP YAOI lemon ^_^

Sap, sap, sap, and more sap. ^_^

Weiß is owned by Project Weiß, but they’re nice and I get the boys tonight on loan.  What a pity that I have bring them back in the morning. ^_^

Author’s Notes: This is make up for “Hitomi,” I felt like I had to write something fluffy and happy because that fic was just too depressing.  O_o;;  I switch first person from Aya to Ken, and back and forth like that, but shouldn’t be too hard to figure out who’s speaking. ^_^  Well here you go, it’s sappy smut for you. ^_^

All comments, gripes, suggestions, donations, flames, and lettuce thrown at my head will be kindly accepted. ^^;;

Himitsu (Secret)

He’s watching me, I know it.

I can feel his eyes glued to my back as I bend over in front of the refrigerator door, rummaging for the salad dressing standing on the bottom shelf.  I can’t help it but to expose my ass a little more than usual; I can’t deny that I don’t enjoy the attention.  I let my ass hang there for a while more before I come up with the dressing.  I don’t know why it’s called “Oriental,” because it sure doesn’t taste like anything Oriental I’ve had before; but I like it so I don’t really care. 

It’s my day to make lunch, but nobody’s home except for Ken.  Yohji’s probably gone on another date with that red-headed psycho from Schwarz, and I’m guessing Omi’s gone to visit his sister’s grave.  Then there’s Ken, peeking at my ass, his bedroom door opened to a barely discernable crack.  He thinks I can’t see him, but I know he’s been watching me for at least three months now.  I wish he’d just get up the courage to confess his crush on me, because I’m sure as hell not going to confess to him.  I’m ice-cold Aya, Aya of the Iceberg, and I have a reputation to keep.  Besides, if he really loves me, he’ll come and tell me eventually.  Until then, I’ll make sure to keep the salad dressing and chip dip on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator door.

I’ve been watching him for almost three months now, but I don’t think he’s noticed.  He’s not the only one who is sneaky.  I don’t know when my crush on Aya developed, but I know it’s gone much further than that now.  If he only knew how much time I’ve spent these past months dreaming about him: his perfectly muscled body, sleek and agile, his tight ass…which somehow I also manage to catch glimpses of…get that outta your mind, Ken-ken.  He’ll never love you back, he’s Glacial Aya, a walking, killing chunk of solid ice.  But I don’t care.  I’ve held it back long enough, so long that I think I’ll go crazy if I don’t tell him. 

Today is the day.

“Ken!” I yell out, “lunch is ready!”

I hear some rustling in his room, he’s pretending he’s been doing something else.  I sigh and try to keep my face straight; doesn’t he know I can see right through him?

“I’m coming, Aya!”  Suddenly his door flies open, and his pokes his cute head out, lit brightly with a cheerful smile, “what’s for lunch today?”

“Salad,” I respond, turning my back to him. I don’t want him to see the smile on my face.

“Again?  I’ve had salad for lunch three days in a row now!” he complains.

“You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to,” I shrug.  It’s up to him after all.

“Only for you Aya, only for you,” I hear him whisper quietly.  Now I’m beginning to wonder if he’s doing this on purpose, or whether he’s really that oblivious.

We sit ourselves down with our plates at the couch in front of the television, this is a customary Saturday afternoon thing.  Ken turns on the TV, and we sit there with our eyes glued to the screen, our minds elsewhere.  I glance at Ken out of the corner of my eye, and he looks deep in thought.  I can always tell, because he’s always staring at the ceiling and chewing his lip when he does that.  Could it be that he’s trying to tell me something? 

Okay, how am I supposed to put this?  Aya’s been my friend for years, how am I going to break it to him without sounding like an idiot?  I’ve thought about this for many weeks, and I think sounding like an idiot is probably a given, so I should just worry about how not to get him to laugh.  Well, here goes for nothing…

“Uh…Aya…” I begin,

“Yes?” he responds, but he doesn’t even look at me.  I stare at him for a moment, admiring his profile as the light of the television screen dances across his pale skin.

“There’s something I need to tell you…

No response. Just his violet eyes glued to the telly.  If I say it quickly…maybe he won’t notice enough to laugh….

“Iloveyou!”  There, I blurted it out. 

“What?” he turns to me, his eyes wide in surprise.

STUPID STUPID STUPID KEN! BAKA!  Should’ve said it slower.

“Uh…” I look up to the ceiling, once again praying that somebody will hit me with a bolt of inspiration.  Or lightning.  “Er…I said, ‘look above you.’”  I’m resisting the sudden urge to bang my head against the nearest wall.

I slowly let out the breath I’ve been holding.  He’s finally said it, he really loves me, I think…but now I know I’m happy.  But nevertheless, I feign surprise, and turn towards him.  Will he say it again?  I don’t care, he’s said it once and that’s all I’ve been wanting to hear.

Poor boy, he’s so red in the face, like he’s about to cry, laugh, or disappear all at the same time.  He’s done his part, and I now I have to do mine.

Before he can react further, or even worse, run away, I lean over and capture Ken’s mouth in a kiss.  This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

I can’t think; Aya’s frozen my body and my mind.  I think he’s kissing me, but I can’t be sure.  Maybe this is another one of my dreams, but god I hope not.  I feel his tongue hastily invading my mouth, and I all but open it for him.  There’s nothing more than this that I want.  He presses me down on the couch, and I go willingly, all of Aya’s body weight on mine, the blare of the television but a far-away mirage.  It’s not there, only Aya and I exist. 

I wonder if I’m going too fast for him, but I know we’ve both waited too long for this to happen.  Our kiss has quickly turned to something more hungry, not the innocent exploring it first turned out to be.  I’m all over Ken now, my hands pushing his shirt up and his pants down, my tongue pushing his mouth apart and further into that slick cave.  I enjoy Ken’s mouth, it’s different from anything I’ve ever tasted before, and this time there’s something inside that fights back too.  I think my ministrations are making Ken aggressive, because I now feel him grinding against me, the bulges in our pants producing delicious friction that makes me forget and only feel.

“Aya,” I moan into his mouth, I can’t stand his fingers pinching my nipples and dancing over my stomach, and the feel of his trapped erection against mine is sweeter than chocolate.  There’s something I want now, and we both know what it is.  I’ve been waiting for so long, and I pray to god or whoever is listening, let this not just be another wet dream.  If I wake up to see my own cracked ceiling and my yellow blankets…I can’t finish that sentence, because I can’t think anymore.  All I can feel is Aya’s groin rubbing against mine, and how wonderful it is that we’re finally going to join. 

I suddenly realize that Ken’s pushed me on the couch, I’m confused for a moment because I thought I was the one on top, but somehow, that changes nothing and the disorientation passes quickly.  Let this be the last time I have to long for something, I pray, as Ken rips my shirt from my chest.  It was one of my favorites, but I don’t care, all I want is the feel of Ken’s hands running over me, memorizing the texture of my skin, my scars, the contours of my muscles. 

“Oh yes,” I hear myself moan into his mouth, our tongues at war with each other, a fight for dominance that I know I’ve already lost.  It’s a moment before Ken tears the belt from my waist and plunges his hungry hand into my pants.  I nearly scream when he touches me…really touches me, where no one has dared to touch me before.  It is as if all my nerves converge on that part of my body as all other sensation fades out and all my feeling is focused there.  I buck my hips up, an instinctive move towards more of the scrumptious warmth from Ken’s hand.

“Aya!” I hear myself growl, I don’t even know what’s making me talk, I didn’t even know I still possessed the ability of coherency, but there it is…I think.  No, Ken, I tell myself, don’t think, just feel.  Just experience today.  His shirt is on the floor, his belt his who knows where, and his pants are about to go to hell.  I rip them from his legs and expose Aya’s deliciously swollen flesh, and it takes a moment for me to realize he isn’t wearing underpants.  That should make me embarrassed that I’m still wearing boxers, albeit wet ones, but this isn’t quite the time for blushing.

“I want you,” I moan huskily, too far gone to realize the stupidity of that in any other context.

My only response is Aya’s moan, and his hands around my still cloth-clad ass, pulling me closer.  That’s the only signal I need as I approach heaven’s gates.

Like the floodgates of a dam, I’ve opened myself to Ken.  He spreads my legs wide, and sucks on his fingers.  It’s crude lubrication, but I don’t care.  All I feel is his digit invading me, and the sharp needles of pain accompanied with that intrusion.  The sensation fades however, as I grab into the couch cushions hard and focus my mind on pleasure.  That’s I feel right now, pure pleasure rushing at me like a torrential river.  The world turns white as Ken adds a third finger, he’s stroking something that’s sending my mind reeling over the edge of coherent thought, and I can do nothing but cry his name repeatedly as it is caressed.

“Are you ready, Aya?” Ken asks.

For a moment, I’m not sure.  My mind is careening out of control, but my body still functions.  I must have nodded or said something, because the next thing I know, Ken’s cock is in my passage, spreading me in all directions.  He tells me gently to relax, he holds my hand as my nails dig into his skin and I bite my lip.  I want to cry, scream, moan, everything at once, and I’m at a loss for what to do or think.  The gates of heaven are too great and glorious for me to comprehend.

I groan as I must restrain myself from pounding Aya into the couch.  I almost laugh at the thought, but it comes out a moan instead as his passage squeezes me from all sides.  I’m surprised I can even fit, Aya’s so tight, but he takes me in nonetheless, and willingly too.  I’m buried to the hilt and staring at Aya’s face, I see a mix of pain, pleasure, and happiness.  What has he seen?  What does he feel?  Those are my last thoughts as I lose myself in his expression and begin driving in and out, changing my rhythm, each thrust is a mixture of fire and ice as I sweep Aya away with our love-making.  Glacial Aya has fallen, fallen to the eruption of passion that must eventually consume everyone.  I reach down to stroke his cock, and it is warm and wet in my hand.  I almost want to laugh in triumph, but once again I just moan.  That will do, I suppose.

I feel warmth rushing out of me as I climax over Ken, my seed spilling over his stomach and onto mine as well.  For a moment, I feel as if the world has turn upside down on me, and there is nothing but the bright lights as I pour my passion.  For a moment I saw it, but it escaped me as Ken’s warmth rushed into me, filling me and making me whole.

Ken gasps and falls to my side, nearly squishing me off the couch.  I have not the energy to reprimand him, nor save myself from the fall.  I am lucky, however, for he quickly extends his arms before I plunge to the floor, and he holds me close. 

I rest for a moment in his arms, for I know that Ken is watching me again.  He’s watching my reaction, what will I say now, what will I do?  I merely sigh, and bury my face in his chest.  He smells of sweat and love, and so do I, I suppose.

“Did you know, Ken-ken,” I whisper softly, as a numbness closes on my mind and threatens my consciousness, “that the secret to heaven is love?”

“Yes, Aya,” I respond, “I have seen it too.”  I hug him back, and his breathing turns soft of regular as he sinks into a deep sleep.  I stroke his hair fondly, and press my cheek to its satiny smoothness.

The end.  Wasn’t that just cute? ^_^  **grins**

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