It was quite a peaceful evening.
Omi was at one of his friend's home and Aya was out with Aya-chan, so, that left only Ken and Yohji at home.
Yohji was in the mission room watching TV, and Ken had investigate the kitchen upstairs in order to find something to eat. They ordered some food earlier but he was still hungry.
At first, he had offered Yohji to cook for the two of them, but Yohji had vehemently protested and, without asking him, had ordered something to eat.
In Ken's point of view, it wasn't fair: he was sure he could cook something edible properly.
In Yohji's point of view, it was the safest way to have diner: he didn't want to end the evening in a hospital. Ken had sulked for a moment, but when the delivery-man arrived, he was the first one to open the door.

When Ken left the room, Yohji couldn't help and teased him, saying that he was a walking stomach. He was sooooo cute when he pouted like a little boy: it was too tempting not to do so.
But now... Yohji tried his best to concentrate on the TV, but he couldn't. He had made fun of his teammate but he had to admit he was a little hungry too. They had a very busy day today. As if all the school girls of the town had decided to come to the shop and, for once, buy something, plus, the show they were watching wasn't the most interesting so nibble something seemed to be the best way to pass time.
At the moment, Yohji's pride was fighting with Yohji's stomach.

I wander what he's doing...it's been a little while since he went upstairs...
Eating something of course!!! You baka!!!!
I teased him before...I can't go upstairs...If I go, he'll talk about this for years...
Yes, but in the kitchen there's chocolate, biscuits...
I will NOT go upstairs...
...toasts, strawberry jam...
NO!!!
....and KenKen, of course....
ARRRGGG!!! Let the pride go to hell, I go!!!

While he climbed the stairs, Yohji came to the conclusion that that stupid inner voice was against him.
Recently, it made a point to make him think things he didn't want to know. All the said thoughts involved Ken. And other various things like a bed, the counter of the shop or the kitchen table. With that came sort of accessories as handcuffs, flowers, used in a very special way, food...Ok, he was bi, and of course, Ken was one of the most cute things he ever saw but...

But it's Ken dammit!!!! I can't go see him, just saying "Hi Ken!!! Know what??? I want you, here, NOW!!!" and jump on him!!! Wait....that would be a great idea....uh??? NO!!! That would NOT be a great idea at ALL!!!!

As his libido tortured him, Yohji was in the kitchen. Ken was his back to the door and was too occupied with what was in his hands to hear Yohji coming in. Yohji observed him for a moment, his inner voice teasing him continuously. When Ken didn't notice him, and before he jumped on him, Yohji made something...

"- Ano...KenKen...
"- UHAAAAAA!!!!

...stupid.
Ken was absorbed in the testing of strawberry jam, so when Yohji pronounced his name, he startled. He dropped the jar, but caught it in time before it crashed on the ground. There wasn't any trace of strawberry on the floor but Ken's shirt hadn't been that lucky.

"- Oops...Sorry??
"- Are you silly??? "Sorry"??? Just don't surprised people like that and you won't have to be sorry!!!!
"- Oi KenKen, don't be so mad at me!!! Look!!! There's nothing on the floor and you...

It was the moment Yohji choose to put his eyes on Ken...and see the disaster. Ken's shirt was literally plastered with jam and the only thing that would save it would be a trip in the washing machine.

"- ...you should take that thing off, it must feel...
Ken cut him out, "sticky, very sticky....". With that, Ken put the jar on the table and took the shirt off, unaware of the hungry pair of eyes devouring his body.
That was the moment for Yohji's inner voice to do its come back.

Ken + half naked + sticky with strawberry jam = wonderful desert…or candy
Uh?? Ken??? A candy???????
Kitchen table = perfect plat for dessert
WHAT????? That's stupid!!!
That would be good...
NO!!! That's...that's....
That's the best idea of the all century...

Even if he wanted to, Yohji couldn't respond at that one, cause inside, he had already agreed.

"- Yohji...Oi, Yohji!!!
"- Hmmm??? Oh!!! Yes Ken, you were saying???
"- Psss...Let it down, you're hopeless...
"- Sorry, but you are the clumsy one who put half of the strawberry jam on his shirt!!!
"- Urusai!!!! I'm not that clumsy and beside, you are the stupid one that surprised me to no end!!! And...Yohji??? Yohji???

But Yohji was elsewhere. While talking with Ken, his eyes had wondered on Ken well build torso and his firms abs, with skin a little strained with jam, and now, he had just one question in mind: how could possibly taste Ken's skin with strawberry jam on it????

Without listening to Ken, who was still calling him, Yohji took one step closer and extend his hand. He let his finger touch lightly Ken's skin and ended with some jam on it. He bring his finger to his lips, took the tip in his mouth and sucked it. It tasted of strawberry of course...but there was something else. It was sweet and bitter at the same time, but it was good. Definitely good. He wanted more. He was about to do it again, but as his finger was only millimetres away from Ken delicious skin, Ken backed off.

"- YOHJI!!!! W-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?????

Yohji lifted his head up quickly, and was greeted with a very red and very embarrassed KenKen. The sweetest and the cutest thing in the world, in his point of view.

"- Beautiful...

It was just a whisper, but Ken heard it, and flushed even more. He couldn't look at Yohji directly in the eyes now, and made an other step backward. Yohji, on his part, took one step closer after the other, and finally, Ken was his back on the wall with Yohji in front of him and nowhere to go.

"- Y-Yohji p-please, stop. It's not funny.

He too had just whispered. Not that he was ashamed. OK, maybe a little. But most of all, he was afraid. How many times had he fantasised about Yohji??? He had stop counting long ago. And now Yohji...Yohji had this look in his eyes, the one he had when he saw a woman that was beautiful enough to keep his attention. A look full of lust, of desire. And it was directed to him now. And to think that it would be just a joke hurt too much.
Ken looked up at Yohji, his eyes hided behind his brown locks.

"- I-if it's a joke Y-Yohji, it's n-not funny...P-please s-stop now...

But Yohji didn't stop. He continued to fix Ken with that look. "Terribly beautiful..." was all he whispered in response to Ken's pleading.
Yohji extended his hand once again, and trace an other line on Ken's sticky chest with his forefinger. Then, he bring his finger to his mouth, slowly drew out the tip of his tongue and licked the strawberry. And that was what was wrong. He had had a vague idea twice, but what he really wanted to taste was Ken, and Ken alone. He looked in those sweet chocolate eyes, and melted. Ken seemed so vulnerable, and those eyes asked so many questions. Yohji couldn't resist anymore: he gently grab Ken's chin, and bent down for probably the softer and the chaster kiss he had ever give.

"- Yohji…

Yohji finally came out of his trance and realised what had just happened...and flushed a beautiful crimson .

"- Ano...S-sorry Ken, I...I...

For the first time in his life, Yohji was speechless. Beside, what could he possibly say??? He had just confessed his most secret fantasy, and to the object of the said fantasy himself!!!!

"- Just what I thought...a bad joke" muttered Ken, his look on the floor, as he walked away.
"- Matte!!!

Yohji grabbed Ken's wrist and forced him to turn round. Ken still refused to look at Yohji. He was too sad and too angry at the same time: sad cause he was convinced it had been a very bad joke, but a joke nonetheless, and angry cause he had been too naive not to see it!!!

"- Ken…Ken?…I'm sorry I shouldn't have…
"- That's ok!!!" Ken spat in return, "I shouldn't have taken it seriously in the first place…"

His eyes still downcast, he couldn't see the look of surprise on Yohji's face. Ken was about to leave, but Yohji stopped him again, and this time, he didn't just grab his wrist, but pull him into his embrace.
Yohji rested his chin against Ken's hair. As soft as he always imagined they would be.
A whisper again, as if speaking too loud would break the moment of intimacy between them:

"- And…if I wasn't joking KenKen?

Ken froze. He couldn't decide what was the most disturbing: being in Yohji's embrace, or the fact that as each second passed, Yohji seemed to be less straight that he appeared to be in the first place. Finally he sighed. It felt so good to be held like that. He returned the embrace by pulling his hands on Yohji's back, then he smiled mischievously.

"- If it wasn't a joke then…I think I would ask you to kiss me again…

Yohji's smile couldn't have grew wider, and he happily complied with Ken's demand. He loosen his embrace, and lowered his head to covert Ken's lips with his own, as Ken met him halfway. The kiss was soft at the beginning, but became quickly more passionate and demanding. They parted briefly, but just for seconds as they initiated an other kiss. This time, Yohji teased Ken's lips with his tongue, asking for a permission that Ken gave him without even hesitate. At first, Yohji slightly caressed each part of Ken's mouth. As he continued his teasing, a hungry tongue met his, and they began a slow dance that drew moans of appreciation from both of them.
They finally parted for air, Yohji resting his forehead on Ken's. Brown eyes were lost in jade as green eyes melted in chocolate. They both panted for just a moment, and when their breathing slowed down, Ken couldn't help but grin. When he saw the look on Yohji's face, he had to restrained himself from laughing out loud but he managed to explain his point. He slightly touched Yohji's bare belly, as he was wearing one of his crop top as always, and smiled at Yohji:

"- Now you're sticky too…

Yohji dare to check and that was real: when he had hold Ken in his arms, he had been strained by the jam that was first on Ken.
Before Yohji could do anything about it, Ken did as Yohji had done with him before: he gathered a thin trace of jam on his forefinger, bring it to his mouth and sucked on it. When his finger was cleaned of the strawberry, he looked back at Yohji and smiled at him.

"- Not that bad…

But once again, Yohji was lost in his fantasy and didn't fully listen. Seeing Ken licking and sucking at his finger just for a moment had awaken some naughty thoughts, and now he had a really hard time to push them away.
Before thinking about it, Yohji drew Ken in another deep kiss, while pulling him toward the table near them. When Ken's lower back touched the table's edge, Yohji placed his hand on the table on each sides of Ken's waist. He licked teasingly Ken's earlobe and then asked:

"- And now…what do we do…?

Ken lifted his head up to give Yohji a better access to his neck. The latter didn't wait and dropped small kisses down the soft skin, while his hands wandered on Ken's chest. After a moment, Yohji stopped his activities, and looked at Ken directly in the eyes.

"- So…
"- Why do you ask? I'm sure you already have an idea…

With that, Ken gave Yohji a lustful look and let his hands wander under Yohji's crop top but soon, the shirt bothered him so he took it and lifted it above Yohji's head. Yohji, who had taken the hint, lifted his arms as well, and soon, his shirt was on the floor near Ken's one. Then, Yohji resumed his former activities, kissing and licking down Ken's neck and chest, pulling him gently backwards so that he lay down on the kitchen table. Yohji came down above him, and kissed him on the lips. Then he kissed his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally went back to his mouth, for another deep kiss.
While Yohji kissed him, Ken caressed Yohji's back, sometimes brushing slightly, sometimes, scratching a little, letting slight red marks on the soft skin.
Yohji didn't stopped his kisses, and went down to Ken's throat, licking, biting gently sometimes. He went down until he reached Ken's chest. There, he traced imbricated patterns with his tongue, eliciting moans and groans of pleasure from Ken. Finally, he found what he was looking for: he took the left nipple between his lips, not squeezing really, just applying a slight pressure. He licked it just enough to make it hardened and then resumed his trip down Ken's chest. Finally, he arrived at Ken's belly, always kissing and licking. He dropped small kisses at the hem of Ken's pants, but never used his hands. Ken, not being a model of patience, began to move under him, begging him silently to do something else that just teasing him. But Yohji had other ideas in mind: he put his left hand on Ken's hip to make him stay still, and slowly began to go up Ken's body, always kissing, licking, teasing.

"- P-please Yohji…s-stop t-that and…ooooh…Y-Yohji…p-please…."

Yohji smiled, but didn't obey: he continued until he found the right nipple and applied to it the same treatment he used for its twin. Ken could only groan and moan and beg for more.
When he was at the right side of Ken's neck, Yohji decided to play.

"- So KenKen, tell me…" he licked playfully Ken's ear "what are we going to do now? We're in the kitchen after all and…"
"- Like you care!!!" Without let him finish, Ken turned his head and pull him down for a deep kiss, which let them breathless, when they finally parted.
"- Of course I care!!! Aya could come back and go in that kitchen at any minute you know…"
"- Yeah I know…" He took a quick glance at Yohji and put on his most innocent face "Maybe that's why it feels so good after all…"

Ken had to do a great effort not to burst out laughing. Yohji was glaring at him, with an expression of chock and anger on his face. Resolved to prove Ken wrong, he kissed him once again, while his left hand moved from Ken's hip to his pants, and found the zipper. For a moment he let his hand rest here. Then he began to stroke lightly the bulge formed by Ken's arousal.

"- So KenKen…tell me again…"

But he wasn't allowed to continue as Ken cut him out:

"- Everything Yohji, everything but….but please…please…."

This time, Yohji complied. He pulled down the zipper and removed Ken's pants. He replaced his hand where it was moments before, and resumed to stroking Ken's shaft through the soft fabric of his boxers. After some stroke the hand was more curious and soon Yohji had get rid of the boxers, which were now on the floor with Ken's jean near their shirts, and was caressing Ken's shaft again. Now Ken could only pant and whimper but with a will he didn't know he had, he pushed Yohji's hand away, and finally manage to sit down.
He rested his forehead on Yohji's shoulder, to regain his breath, then he looked up and grin. Yohji just arched an eyebrow, questioningly:

"- Wasn't good enough for you?"
"- Far more than good…but you're wearing too much for my taste."

And without an other warning, he passed his arms around Yohji's waist, pulled him between his spread legs and undid his pants. That simple thing took him a little longer than planned, cause Yohji was sucking at his neck. No doubt that the next day Ken would have a love bite, but at the moment, it didn't bother. His pants were now undone and Ken pulled them down quickly and did the same with Yohji's boxer. He kissed Yohji's neck and shoulders then he pulled Yohji away from his neck and looked up.

"- Now it's far better…don't you think?"

As an answer, Yohji slide his arms around Ken's slim waist and came close to him. Their hips met and their shaft rubbed slightly. That simple contact made them both shivered and Yohji closed his eyes and moaned loudly. Ken return the embrace and held Yohji, making their arousal touch again. Their breath were now shallow because of the pleasure. It was such a wonderful feeling…but not enough yet.

"- Ken…maybe…maybe we should…go up…upstairs…"

He was kissing his face, his neck, and Ken did the same. They hadn't loosen the embrace they shared, as if they feared to loose each other if they did. So they clung to each other, testing, feeling each other's skin.

"- Y-yes, maybe…maybe w-we should…"
"- Y-yeah…A-aya could c-come back at any mo-moments…"
"- He w-would walk in…o-on us and…and…if…if he is with…with Aya-chan…."

Yohji went on with his caresses and now his hand wandered down between them. Ken was surprised when said hand began to stroke his length up and down, cause even if it felt oh-so good, they were still in the kitchen…

"- Yohji…Yo-Yohji…Up…upstairs…
"- Later Ken…
"- But…"
"- Don't think!!!" and he kissed him forcefully on the lips, not letting him time to protest. But when they parted…
"- But Yohji….if…if they get back and…it….oh it feels so good Yohji more please… more…"

So much for good resolutions.
Ken lay down on the table again, Yohji above him, french-kissing him. He had let go off Ken, and now his hands were searching for something…which he wasn't long to find.
Yohji grab the jar, while Ken tried to calm down his breath, his eyes closed. Yohji was standing again. He looked down at his lover and grin mischievously. He took some jam with his finger, and without warning spread it on Ken's chest. The latter startled when the cool and sticky substance touched him and opened quickly his eyes. He could just stare at Yohji who was now licking his finger and grinning like a madman: obviously he was proud of himself.

"- Want a taste?" he offered, casting a glance at his lover.

Ken just grab Yohji's wrist and began to lick sensuously each finger, his eyes never leaving Yohji's. Yohji gulped, but he couldn't take his eyes away: who could have imagine clumsy KenKen could be so…so…endearing???

He was now taken at his own trap: Ken was so sexy like that, laid down on the table, legs spread wide, licking his finger as if they were lollipops, he could have taken him right away. But he hadn't said his last word. When his hand was cleaned of the strawberry, he bent down, eyes locked with Ken's, and began to lick the strawberry on Ken's chest. He did so agonisingly slowly, brushing against hard nipples, driving Ken mad with pleasure.

When he had licked Ken's chest cleaned, he took the jar again, and this time, put some jam on Ken's inner thighs. Ken could only closed his eyes when Yohji's tongue began to tease the sensitive skin of his tights. First, Yohji cleaned his left tight. He started below and went up slowly, giving just slight stroke, like a cat lapping up some milk. When the left one was clean, he did the same with the right one, always taking his time, not wanting to hurry things, looking at his lover, at his sweet features now twisted with pleasure. But this time when Yohji's work was over, Ken could only held his breath, cause he didn't stop at his hip, but continued until he found the need between his legs, and cat-licked it like he had done with his tights. As Yohji didn't take him fully in his mouth, his hips were now moving on their own volition, wanting, needing even more contact.

"- Yo-Yohji I…Yes…more…I'm almost…I'm gonna…"

And as quickly as they arrived, soft lips and tongue were gone.
Ken cried out at the lost, and if he wasn't busy catching his breath he would have protest. He was about to do so when he saw exactly what Yohji was doing: he was licking his own finger, making them wet.
He didn't have time to think: one of said finger was now gently probing at his entrance, making him shiver. Soon, it found his way in him, making him held his breath for a second. The intrusion wasn't comfortable at first. In fact, it felt quite weird. But then, a second finger joined the first , and began to move a little in and out of him. It was still uncomfortable, and a little painful too, but it wasn't that bad. When a hand grabbed his arousal again, with the fingers still working in him, Ken felt a vague of pleasure run through him, and he arched his back off the table with a loud moan. He wanted more and he wanted it now.

"- Yohji…Yohji now…please…I want you Yohji…I… "
"- Same for me Ken…" He was breathing harshly too "...but I don't…don't have any…have to go…in my…room.." he removed his finger from Ken body, but couldn't go out as a hand grad his wrist.
"- You're not go-going anywhere until you've end what you've s-started…"
"- But I …
Ken didn't let him finish, "If you go out of that room Kudou you're DEAD!!!"

Yohji seemed to think about it, but finally he went back between Ken's legs. He bent down and gave him a strawberry tasting kiss, before kneeling down between his legs. On his part, Ken lost patience.

"- Yohji what the hell are you doiAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Hadn't been allowed to go in his room to get lubricant, Yohji decided to tease Ken even more while doing the necessary not to hurt him. He grabbed Ken's legs and lift them a little and he was now lubricating Ken entrance by licking it, sometimes forcing gently the ring of muscles with his tongue, teasing Ken and making him scream in pleasure. When he though he was ready, Yohji get up, kissed slightly Ken on the lips, and smiled: he was still lost in the pleasure Yohji gave him just moments ago, his eyes closed tightly, his breath harsh.

"- Yes…definitely beautiful…" he murmured, before entering him slowly.

At first, being forced like that was far from enjoyable, plus, it was painful. But finally, Yohji was fully in him. There, he posed for a moment, the time for him to catch his breath and particularly for Ken to try to get used to the new presence in his body. Finally Ken opened his eyes and try to give Yohji a reassuring smile.

"- I'm…I'm ok…" and when Yohji seemed to hesitate, he went on "please, now…relea…release us…"

And to prove his point, he moved his hips, closing his eyes to appreciate even more the welcomed sensations. At that, Yohji seemed convince, and began to move as well.
At first, it was long strokes, Yohji going almost out of Ken, just the tip of his sex remaining in the tight warm of the young body beneath his, and then back in, in an agonisingly slow rhythm. But soon, Ken get used to Yohji's presence in him and finally the pleasure took over the pain.
He tried to beg for more, but all he could do was moan and groan when he tried again. Deciding to act instead, he met each of Yohji's long trusts, moaning even more with each of them. Seeing this, Yohji began to increase his pace, Ken always meeting him, moving his hips so that he gained more pleasure with each powerful trust. Now the rhythm was frantic, and they both knew it wouldn't be long before they reached the edge. Knowing this, Yohji grab Ken's shaft and began to stroke it, his hand moving up and down its length. With the double source of pleasure, Ken almost lost his mind. It wasn't long before he came, due to Yohji former games with the jam, and when he reached his climax, he could just pronounced Yohji's name before spreading himself over in his lover's hand.
Yohji wasn't long to follow: seeing Ken arching his back and crying out his name before loosing himself in pleasure was enough to send him over the edge. With one more trust, he came inside his lover, just after whispering Ken's name. He slowly laid down on Ken, trying to regain his breath.

After some moments, he stood up, and withdrew from the warm body beneath him. He went to the sink and washed his hand, still stained with Ken's release. Then he went back to the table where Ken stayed still, picking up their discard clothes in the same time.
He bent down near Ken's ear and murmured

"- Ken…Ken…"
"- Hmmm…"
"- Ken…you can't stay here…Ken…"

The only answer was a beautiful view of Ken's bare back. Yohji sighed, but he knew he hadn't much choice: he could already see Ken and himself being slice in tiny pieces by a certain swordsman if said swordsman came back with his sister and came face to face with a naked KenKen as table ornament.
He gently shook Ken's shoulder in attempt to waking him up.

"- Ken…Ken listen to me…

He seemed to be lucky as Ken opened an eye and manage to sit up.

"- Take this for me." He held out the clothes to Ken, who took a suspicious look at them.
"- What am I supposed to…"

He didn't finished to ask cause strong arms came in his back and beneath his knees and took him from the table. He closed his eyes and rest his head on Yohji's shoulder. Soon he was falling asleep again, but before he manage to ask "where are we going?". But when Yohji looked down to answer, he was already in dreamland.

***************

He took a glance at the clock. Seven in the morning already. He had morning shift today, so over-sleeping was out of question but getting up wasn't a welcome solution either.
Ken repressed a yawn and cuddle up a little closer to the warm body near him….

Wait a minute…Am I supposed to sleep with someone???

Still half asleep, it took him some time to remember what had happened last night. But when he did…

OH MY GOD!!!!!!

He jumped out of bed, taking care of not waking Yohji up, took his clothes on the floor, and went to the door.

Wait…waitwaitwait…I can't go out of Yohji's bedroom naked…if Omi or Aya pass by at that moment…but I can't stay here any longer: what would I do if he wakes up??? But…wait a minute!!!

Ken used the clothes he had in hand, put on his underwear and his pants, and sneaked out of Yohji's room. Once outside, he came silently to his room, and only when he had closed his door, he let out a breath he didn't know he held.

There. This way will be better for him. He won't have to… to try to explain me smoothly that it was just for the night…for…fun…and he won't feel guilty either cause…cause…cause he won't see how much it hurts…

And even if he smiled, he couldn't stop the tears from falling. He let himself fall slowly on the floor, and just stayed here, crying.

Anyway, it's time to open the shop!!

Now, cheering himself up was the only thing he could do.
He got to his feet, went to his cupboard, took a new pair of boxer, a jean and a T-shirt, and went to the bathroom. After a good shower, he felt better: at least, he had get rid of the last traces of strawberry jam and…other things…that were still on his body...
He couldn't help it: just thinking about this night made him blush…but at the same time, it was sweet. Even if he knew that he was just another one night stand for Yohji at least…at least he had been with him, and that was better than nothing, even if it hurts.

He went down stairs and entered the kitchen. Aya was there, sitting at the table, reading the news paper with his cup of tea beside him, and Omi was doing his dishes. Ken was proud of himself at the moment: he had looked at the table without becoming as red as a tomato.

"- Ohayo Aya!!! Ohayo Omi!!!"
"- Ohayo Ken-kun!!!"

Aya just looked at him briefly and then returned his attention on his paper. Ken was used to that kind of behaviour from his teammate, so he didn't take care and went to the fridge. He decided that a copious breakfast was at the menu today, cause his nocturne activities had made him hungry. But he hadn't plan that the first thing to come to his view would be a certain jar of something. Omi, seeing what he had in hand, asked what he had asked Aya before:

"- I found it on the table when I came here this morning. Do you know why it was outside the fridge Ken-kun??"

Ken became instantly as red as Aya's hair, and could only stare at the ground, speechless.

"- Ken-kun??? Ken-kun??? Daijobu??"
"- Ah, yes Omi, daijobu…And…no…I…I don't know why it…it wasn't in the fridge…"
"- Hmm…that's strange…maybe Yohji-kun will know…"
"- Yes, maybe…."

And with that Ken went on with his breakfast, avoiding the strawberry jam.

***************

That day was like any other day: Omi at school, Yohji late at work, Omi coming back to the shop, the school girls, and finally time to close. All went quite good: Ken had succeeded in avoiding being alone with Yohji all day, and had put on the cheerful face he always had, even if it was a mask today.
Yohji on his part was looking forward the evening. He couldn't understand why Ken didn't wake him up that morning. He wouldn't have been late, and beside, it would have been good to wake up with him in his arms. He would have asked Ken, but something told him that his last night lover wouldn't let him talked to him in the day, and even less in the flower shop. The way he avoided talking to him, the way his eyes were down on the floor when he was forced to…

***************

After diner that night, Ken went straight in his room, saying he was tired. It was true but the real matter was elsewhere. He couldn't stand being in the same room as Yohji and not being allowed to kiss him, to be in his arms, or even just touch him. So being alone with the pain was better than that at the moment.

Once in his room, he changed his clothes for just his pyjama pants.
He went to his bed and let himself fall on it. Finally he let out all he had kept for himself all the day. He cried in his pillow, cursing himself for being so stupid. He could have fallen in love with anyone, but no it had to be with Yohji of all people. Cause now he was sure. If he had doubted at the beginning, now it was obvious. If he didn't love Yohji, then why would it hurt so much to think that there never would be anything else between them??? That as much as he wanted to, he would never be allowed again to spent even one night just sleeping in his arms???
So Ken cried for the lost of all he would never have but that he craved for. He cried to let out the pain. He cried, trying to fall asleep from exhaustion. But obviously, it didn't work.

He was there maybe for five minutes, maybe five hours when he heard it. A soft knock at his door. He didn't answer. Maybe Omi would go away if didn't respond, thinking he was asleep. Cause it was Omi of course. Aya never came to see any of them in their room, and Yohji…well, Yohji didn't have a single reason to come and see him, did he? He looked at his alarm clock. No definitely not Yohji: at this hour of the night, he was certainly with an other date in a club or…elsewhere…
An other knock. But this time the visitor didn't even wait for a possible answer and went in.

"- Go away Omi…"
"- Omi's in his room, surfing on the net…"

Not him. Not now.
Ken just turned to rest on his side, offering his back to the door and to Yohji.

"- Go away as well…I…I need to sleep I'm tired."

The soft sound of the door being closed then locked.

"- I'll let you sleep but…I need to talk to you."
"- What for? If it's about…what happened, it's ok Yohji, I understand…
"- You…
"- Yeah I mean…I don't ask anything…it's ok, it was just...just…"

But it was too much, he couldn't stand it any longer. He curled up on his bed, and began to sob, softly. He didn't do anything else. The more he tried to calm down, the more the tears fell. So he cried, not daring to turn and see the expression on Yohji's face. It was shameful enough anyway not to look at him directly in the eyes.

"- Ken I…I'm sorry…"

Ken hardly heard what Yohji was saying. He cried even more as he realised: Yohji was sorry. Sorry for what??? Using him?? Making him suffer??? Not feeling anything for him??? Because he was just an other nameless one night stand??? That wasn't worth it. He was the fool here. He was the one who had let Yohji…
Strong arms making him sit up. Same arms holding him tightly against a comfortable chest in a protective embrace, like last night in the kitchen, before he fell asleep. His skin against soft skin as he noticed that Yohji wore only pyjama pants like he did. Then soft whispers.

"- No Ken…never…I'll never allow myself to use you. I wish I'll never make you suffer, but at the contrary help you when you hurt. But above all that, you'll never be a one night stand cause…cause you don't feel love for one night stands…beside…you can't possibly imagine how much you're worth for me…"

Ken couldn't say anything. He hadn't realised he had said all that out loud. And now gentle hands were in his back and on his shoulder, stroking slightly. He struggled a little closer in Yohji's embrace, and said it, finally.

"- I love you Yohji…"
"- I know my KenKen…that's why I love you too…"

They stayed like that a little longer, when Ken couldn't repress it and yawned suddenly.
Yohji couldn't help but smile.

"- Seemed that you're really tired KenKen…"
"- Whose fault is it?? You are the one who didn't let me sleep last night!!"
"- You didn't complain then if I remember well…
"- I…I…"

Ken could only hide his face in Yohji's shoulder and blushed a wonderful crimson.

"- Baka!!" was all he could he say before yawning again. "Oyasumi…"
"- Ken…Ken???"
"- Hmmm??"
"- I think I'll let you…"
"- No, you stay here!!! You're quite comfortable as a pillow you know…"
"- OK, I stay but at one condition."

Ken looked up at Yohji with sleepy eyes.

"- I want my goodnight kiss!!"

Ken just smiled and lifted his head up, kissing Yohji on the lips before returning to his previous place in Yohji's arms.
Yohji smiled at his lover, and laid down slowly on the bed, never letting go off Ken. He put the sheets and covers over them and kissed Ken on the forehead.

"- Oyasumi."

And soon, he was asleep too.

~* The end *~

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