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Ken drifted gently from sleep, blinking in hazy confusion. No memories had chased him; no nightmares haunted him in his exhaustion. For the first time in weeks, his sleep was blessedly dreamless. It was still night, long before dawn, silver moonlight washing the color from the room. Ken realized that sometime after Nagi had brought him to bed, he had changed himself into a button up nightshirt. The faded blue shirt was a gift from a friend, more years ago than he cared to count. It was one of the few things he had left from his life before Weiß. A gentle creak of wood made him turn quickly, gasping as he caught sight of one of Weiß in the doorway to his room. Aya was completely nude, his tall form glowing a mystical white in the moonlight. A dangerous aura surrounded him, his body unconsciously trying to re-connect with the natural magic it had once known. The effect had awakened a primal need within the tall boy and he sought the one person he felt could help him. Ken got up, throwing the blankets from his bed, his heart hammering with alarm. "Aya? Is something wrong?" There was no answer from the spellbound youth, his violet eyes pinning Ken to the spot. He approached with feral grace, a pale tiger hunting his prey. The first tendrils of fear worked into Ken's mind. What the hell? With unnatural swiftness, Aya took the stunned boy in his arms, his strong limbs supporting Ken's surprised form. There was no room for thought as Aya's eager mouth covered Ken's own, his delicate fingers quickly undoing the other boy's nightshirt with ease. The thin fabric was pushed off Ken's shoulders and pooled on the floor. The dark haired assassin blushed, now as naked as the boy who was plundering Ken's mouth with surprising ability. He flushed deeply as Aya pressed his body hard against his own, suddenly aware of the heat radiating from between his own thighs. "Aya?" Ken managed to gasp, limber fingers tangled in his teammate's crimson locks. The other boy said nothing as his lips and tongue began attacking the smooth skin of Ken's neck, teeth nipping at his collarbone. The dark haired youth forgot about protesting as he fought to remain upright, sensation raging through his body as Aya's moist tongue worked lower still and found a pebbled nipple, sucking and biting the hard nub with tortuous gentleness. Pale hands were stark against bronze skin as Aya stroked every uncovered inch of Ken's body, his caresses telegraphing his intense need. Without taking his mouth away from Ken's well muscled chest, Aya's experienced hands worked their way in gentle trails across shoulders and down the spine, coming to rest on the smooth curve of Ken's cheeks. Aya pulled the other boy forward, crying out as heat met heat. Ken matched Aya's cry, head falling back with the trust that Aya would hold him. He had never felt such raging lust before. He was harder than he had ever been with anyone and longed to feel Aya's cool hands on his body. It never occurred to him that what was happening was strange in any way. It felt right. It felt good. He felt powerful. The same power that coursed through him when they had saved Nagi from the survivors of Schwarz. The magic that had been awakened on the mission, when they discovered their past identities. Sudden insight struck Ken. "Do you remember, Aya?" Aya growled deeply and picked Ken up easily, wrapping the muscular legs around his waist. Turning, he sat on the bed, his hardness resting between the smooth cheeks of Ken's buttocks. Ken returned the growl and attacked Aya's mouth with hard passion. There were no thoughts but those of Aya: Aya possessing him, him taking Aya. Nothing else in the world mattered but this exchange between him and his soul mate. Aya's cool hands returned to caress his neck and shoulders, his head drawing back to study his lover's tanned form in the pale moonlight. His fingers ran over the stark white of bandaging on Ken's upper arm, and he cried out with inhuman need. Ken gasped as Aya pulled away the blood soaked gauze away from the cut on his arm. Crusted blood caught and was ripped away. Sudden heat flashed through his body as the crimson liquid began to flow from the wound, Aya's violet eyes staring almost hungrily as the life fluid pooled and began to stream down the bronze skin. The words came into Ken's mind as they always did, strange and yet hauntingly familiar. "Take what is mine, I give it to you freely." The red head was gentle as he bent to clean the fresh blood with his moist tongue, electricity coursing through his veins at the first taste of Ken's coppery essence. It was as if a door had been opened in his mind. The painful flashes of memory that had driven him to Ken's bedside became a sudden flood, a thousand lifetimes streaming into the red head's consciousness. He pulled his head up quickly, eyes wide with shock. Ken could feel their connection rebuilding itself, Aya's thoughts and emotions coming into his own mind with shocking clarity. He nearly wept with the intensity he sensed, months of denial warring with desire. ::To protect Ken...He'll never love me...Nothing will touch him...Mine...Please...don't turn me away...please...Ken...:: The tears did come then and Ken wrapped strong arms around his lover's trembling frame. He willed trust and comfort to the shattered boy, assurances that his feelings were sharedthat Ken had been in love with him too. Aya shuddered as the memories ebbed, a receding tide leaving him shaken about the very things he had trusted in his life. His mask had cracked with the onslaught of a million emotions he had experienced over the centuries...emotions he had hidden from in this lifetime. He had loved them allOmi, Youjieven Nagi. But now...in this time... Ken, his mind whispered, sudden comfort washing away the bewilderment. Aya accepted the memoriesbecause Ken was with him, sharing the terror of a hundred deaths, a thousand heated moments, in an instant. "Kami, I remember!" Aya's head lowered until it rested in the crook of Ken's shoulder, violet eyes blinking rapidly against sudden tears. "I remember...them...us" Ken pressed his cheek to the scarlet hair of his lover, willing their minds to touch and connect. ::Aya...Ai shiteru, Aya...:: The other boy flinched at the voice in his head, unwilling to trust the words. ::You know nothing about me...:: The response was so ingrained that it didn't even occur to Aya that Ken knew every intimate detail of his lifeseeing it through his eyes. The dark haired boy knew better than to argue. "Aya..." His true voice received a better reaction than his mental admission. Aya looked up, kiss swollen lips inches from Ken's. The passion that had ebbed in the wake of the memories was returningthe same desire that had called him to Ken earlier in the evening once again raged through his lithe frame. Half lidded blue gray eyes revealed the same desire. "Ai shiteru, Aya. " Aya claimed Ken's lips, lust returning with a hardening vengeance. Ken moaned wantonly into his lover's mouth, hips grinding with insistent desire against the exquisite heat beneath him. Aya pulled back, violet eyes capturing the slate orbs of the boy before him. Ken was taken by surprise as Aya's strong hand took his own raging erection in a gentle but purposeful grip. "Oh, Kami, Aya!" The strokes were long but firm, thumb running in slow circles across the head and the edges of the flare. Ken threw his head back, arms coming up to rest on Aya's shoulders for support. He was dimly aware as the boy beneath him stood and turned again, laying him gently on his back on the strewn sheets of the bed. Aya continued his ministrations, calling on the experience of lives past to bring Ken to the brink of absolute passion. He wasn't sure what turned him on more: the writhing of the athletic body before him, or the cries that begged for release. Ken was lost, adrift in the fire that consumed his body. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, slicking the tight passage of Aya's hand as he thrust his hips upward, trying to quicken his release. "Ken...kirei..." The words pushed the dark haired boy to the edge. His back arched painfully as bliss melted throughout his body, every nerve burning with the white blaze of his release. Aya smiled as the dark haired assassin spasmed beneath him. He nearly lost control himself as Ken began to come, white fluid spilling into the pale hand that still stroked mercilessly. Leaning forward, Aya kissed across the flat navel of his lover, working a slow path along the hard abominals and up to his partner's stiffened nipples. Ken's head lolled in a perfect daze, his body still alive with the effects of his orgasm. He came back to himself as Aya attacked one sensitive nipple, making him moan with new want. Aya reached down to tease his lover's puckered entrance, pushing one fluid slicked finger past the tight ring of muscle. Ken arched against him, pushing his hips down against the intrusion. He willed himself to relax, sighing with pleasure as a second finger joined the first. The long digits thrust gently within him, touching the most sensitive areas within him. The flame haired Weiß watched as Ken began to move seductively against his hand, hips thrusting in wanton circles. With patient gentleness, he removed his fingers and leaned up to capture Ken's swollen lips. Ken lifted his legs to wrap around his lover's slim waist, pushing Aya's heat so maddeningly close to where he needed it...no, craved it. "Ken..." The dark haired boy was pulled from his daze, gesturing vaguely to the bureau next to his bed. He could feel Aya's concern for hurting him thrum across the connection and nearly laughed as surprise followed upon Aya's discovery of gel in the top drawer. Ken smiled as he watched Aya
apply the gel to his erection, delicate fingers coating the heated
skin thoroughly. Violet eyes closed in lust as he stroked his
length, lost in his own self-pleasuring. "I had hoped to get laid someday, Fujimiya. I didn't want to die a virgin." The answering laugh was as unusual as it was beautiful. Aya lifted the long athletic legs around his waist, pulling Ken's hips to his own. With one hand guiding, he pushed slowly, studying Ken's face for any sign of discomfort. Ken struggled to control the sudden urge to pull Aya forward, and force the hard length inside of him. The gentleness was excruciating, but he was thankful for the lack of pain as Aya slipped inside with firm pressure. They moaned together, Ken for the incredible sensation of being filled with Aya's heat and Aya for the impossibly tight passage that continued to give way to his gentle thrusts. "Uhn...Aya..." The discomfort was melting quickly
as Aya began to thrust gently, concentrating on hitting Ken's
pleasure zone. The dark haired boy beneath him was quickly hardening,
and his hips began to move insistently. Aya gasped with pleasure. "Ken...Kami, I never imagined..." The thrusts became longer and more powerful as thought was subsumed beneath lust. Ken clung to his lover with weakened limbs, body torn apart by the pleasure that was overtaking him once again. Aya thrust hard, the lovemaking becoming animalistic as he plunged into the boy beneath him. Ken answered with thrusts of his own, panting inarticulate pleas of harder and more. The red headed Weiß answered
the words and bucked wildly as red hot ecstasy washed through
his body. Burying himself deeply within Ken's tight channel,
he released his orgasm, searing fluid filling his lover. "Ken..." came the whisper,
the voice filled with a kind of wonder. "Ai shiteru." ::kirei:: beautiful ::musical inspiration:: image of me shin seiki evangelion |
