Notes: This is the first fic I have ever wrote. And it's a yaoi fic !!! yay me ^_^ Thanks for Phoenix Phyre for editting, I couldn't have done it without her. Oh and the Weiss boys aren't mine. They belong to Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiss. But if they don't need Aya I'm more then willing to take him in !!!

Lying in bed, body half covered by a purple colored sheet, Aya contemplated the meaning of the word:

Bed.

Bed could be a place; for example, bed was where Aya was right now. His own bed in his own room, lying on soft pillows and mindlessly playing with his earing.

But then again, the place "bed" is individual. It refers to a certain bed and must be specified by a person or another place. You can't just say "bed" like you say "Tokyo Tower" or "Empire State Building". A bed must belong somewhere, to someone, otherwise no one would know which bed you are talking about; simply "bed" could be in an igloo in Alaska, or a sleeping-bag in South Africa, but there is no doubt what and where "Yohji's bed", "Ken's bed", or "the cat's bed" is.

Bed is also a verb, Aya thought with a mental blush as he looked to his left where against a snow-white pillow another head was resting, with soft brown hair shining in the street lamp-light streaming through the window.

You can bed someone, or be bedded by someone. Aya admitted long ago that he preferred being bedded by Ken; wrapped in Ken's strong arms, kissed by Ken's full lips and engulfed by the heat radiating from Ken's well trained body.

But being bedded, or bedding someone else for that matter, suggested the act was merely sex and nothing more. It sounded unfeeling and impersonal even for Aya and he frowned at that thought, his fingers tugging on his earring as he absently looked the sleeping form of Ken head to toe, tanned skin and smooth muscles in curves and small valleys. Ken's chest, bare to his abs, rose and fell rhythmically as he breathed. So beautiful in sleep, almost as beautiful as in waking; the only difference was when he was awake one could simply drown in those his deep, dark aquamarine eyes...

Aya caught his wandering thoughts and mentally ordered himself to stop drooling; he had a reputation to maintain and God help him if Ken found him drooling and ogling like that... he'd never hear the end of it.

His mind returning to the subject of "bed", Aya tilted his head to one side, still watching Ken.

The bed has many functions—one of which is sleep.

Now that was something Aya had problems with. He couldn't sleep more then 5 hours like Yohji could (the wire user could sleep like a rock for more then 10 hours!), and if disturbed only rarely could he go back to sleep like Ken could, nor was his sleep deprived of nightmares like Omi's (or more to say the blonde teen didn't have them as often as Aya did, and Aya found that somewhat of a blessing).

Rolling on his side, one hand supporting his head and the other lying casually behind him, Aya watched Ken's sleeping body and continued his observation.

Bed is also a place of intimacy. Its location in the supposed safety of one's room and its role as the artifact on which one gave up consciousness and allowed one's self to be vulnerable in sleep made the bed a very personal place.

Yet although Aya did feel as safe as he could feel in his own bed, he felt safer whenever he was with Ken, and not only in bed. He trusted all his team members with his life but with Ken he felt safe, almost protected. A strange feeling, Aya thought, as his hand, on its own accord, traveled up and down along his own sheet-covered thigh, the feathery touch not registering in his distracted mind.

That feeling of being protected was indeed silly. He was a skilled assassin; his life had been in danger more times than he cared to remember, and he was still alive only because he was capable of protecting himself both physically and mentally, as he had for years now. But, and Aya knew that this was the important part, he sometimes craved to let go of the protective shield he held before him and Ken was the only one with whom Aya could do just that—let go of the shield of ice and stone and regain a part of his old self, of Ran.

Aya smiled softly as his eyes caressed the body next to him over and over again from thick brown eyelashes to beautifully shaped legs under the thin cover.

With Ken he could be Ran.

With Ken in bed he could say and do everything he forced himself not to during the regular times in the house, in the shop and on missions.

Yes, in bed with Ken was a good place. But suddenly Aya found it a bit harder to swallow as his mind reminded him why sleep and bed were, sometimes, not so good. Aya-chan was in her hospital bed, sleeping without waking, and Aya hated that most, hated that bed she slept in, hated that sleep she wouldn't wake up from. His free hand fisted on the mattress in the narrow space between him and Ken and his purple eyes were blank for a moment that seemed to last forever, his dark thoughts blocking out the present. But then the rise and fall of Ken's chest brought him back to where he was—his room, his bed, his lover lying next to him and Aya couldn't help but touch him, just a ghostly caress with the edge of his fingers over that strong breastbone, over those smooth, powerful muscles. Then he brought his fingertips to his own lips and smiled faintly.

Well, that was another function of the bed – a place for thinking. Aya could lie quietly like that for hours and just think on missions, flower arrangements, or nothing important; simply thinking. Happy or sad, depressed for whatever reason or satisfied after a quick roll under the covers, Aya found he liked being in bed, watching Ken and thinking.

Which led to another function the bed has as far as Aya was concerned – a place to watch Ken with no one to interrupt, and a place where Ken was his and his alone, no flocks of girls, no teammates to answer to, and all of Ken's attention turned to Aya.

Lilac eyes turned a slightly deeper shade as this thought led to another, more intimate one.

If Aya didn't like the notion the verb "to bed" brought, he sure liked the sensation "making love" produced every time he or Ken said it; even now as he mouthed the words soundlessly a shiver went down his spine and his hand itched to touch the boy sleeping in his bed, as his eyes caressed him with a darkening purple gaze that was hot rather then its usual frozen state. Traveling down from Ken's tight stomach Aya's eyes noticed a bulge that hadn't been there a minute ago. He watched it with fascination as it grew slightly bigger under his observing eyes, averting them only when he heard Ken's voice, husky from sleep and something else, speaking to him.

"If you keep staring it will come out and eat you..."

"I was thinking more along the lines of eating it myself," came his quick retort, his eyes on Ken's now as he deliberately licked his rosy lips.

Ken moaned. Apparently Aya's staring had woken the clawed assassin, and he was lying there quietly feeling those intense eyes stroking his body, Aya's burning violet eyes practically tangible on his skin and it was deliciously arousing. The bulge between his thighs was slowly but steadily swelling and hardening as Aya began to stroke him lightly through the sheet.

Ken reached up and tugged on a silken red ear-tail, pulling Aya's face closer.

"You've been staring at me for some time now," he said in a teasing whisper, "and you woke me up—you'll have to take responsibility for that."

"Would you like me to sing you a lullaby to help you fall asleep?" One perfect eyebrow rose in fake mockery.

See! Only in bed could Aya make such an offer. And Ken loved it.

"Yes, sing for me." Ken said flatly.

Surprised at the affirmative answer, Aya froze, his hand still on Ken's fully erected cock. "What would you like me to sing?"

Ken had been waiting for that. "Let me hear your moans, Ran," he said in a low, predatory voice as he moved swiftly to grab Aya's already hard member, producing the desired sound and a shiver of pleasure from his lover as the sensitive organ was suddenly engulfed in Ken's warm hand.

Without breaking eye contact both men stroked each other, Aya supporting himself on his arm and Ken still holding one red ear-tail, both breathing a bit faster as the rhythm grew faster and harder and Ken pulled the redhead down for a sensual, breath-taking kiss, inducing another deep moan as tongues met to dance together, Ken's hand burying into Aya's hair for more pressure, more depth in the kiss.

Without breaking their locked lips Ken rolled Aya onto his back, one hand in red hair and the other to lean on and he pushed his cock into Aya's busy hand.

More simultaneous moans and groans echoed in the quiet room as ivory and golden brown rubbed against each other, hands caressing and tongues licking. When they finally broke the kiss both were breathing heavily, a deep blush staining their cheeks.

"You are so beautiful, so perfect... Ran..."

Aya arched his back and locked his arms around Ken's neck, ocean deep eyes and husky voice drowning his senses.

"No... you are. You are so beautiful Ken, both outside and inside... there's so much sunshine and warmth in you," Aya's deep voice whispered as he rose to nibble Ken's ear, sending a shiver all the way to Ken's hard cock pressed against his with only the purple sheet between they're pulsing groins.

"Ken..." came the breathy plea as Ken's skillful hand stroked from ivory neck, so delicately arching to the touch, to a perfect shoulder and a perfect chest, rippling with strong, tensed muscles under flawless skin, pale pink nipples hard and sensitive to both hand and mouth.

"Ken!" Aya arched up wanting more of that hand, more of that mouth, his body tingling with the need to be touched all over and touch in return. He started tugging on the sheet, pulling if forcefully from between their bodies, the friction of cloth against skin making them groan louder. With the obstacle removed, the two assassins pressed their bodies together, stopping for a moment to revel at the contrast of golden against white, athletic legs between long elegant ones, a cock long and thick against a longer and thinned one, the tips glistening with pre-cum.

"Ran... mine!" Big strong hands grabbed velvety hips for leverage and Ken's mouth crushed Aya's swollen lips as he rubbed their groins together, the sight of them together driving him crazy with lust for his pale lover.

He reached to the bedside drawers and took out the lube he knew was there, moaning into Aya's hot, wet open mouth as the swordsman helped him uncork it and coat his fingers with the cool substance.

And then all the redhead could do was moan and whimper when Ken's mouth traveled down his body to kiss his tight stomach as the slicked fingers found his tight entrance and teased it, moving his fingers in circles around it. Encouraged by the loud moans and the hand clawing his back, Ken slowly inserted a finger into the heat of Aya's body. He was quickly rewarded with a wanton whimper as Aya arched and pushed his ass down against the invading digit, his fingers leaving shallow scratches on Ken's broad shoulders.

Ken didn't need words; he could read Aya better then anyone, he knew his lover to a level where they needed no words between them, but he wanted to hear that deep, outrageously sexy voice again and again. Slowly pulling his finger out, he wrapped his other arm around Aya's midsection.

"Say it, say it to me, love." His voice was hoarse and urgent, lips brushing against the skin beneath him as he spoke, "Tell me what you want." His fingers again hovered over the puckered entrance, anticipating his touch, and he could feel Aya's cock twitching against him; his own was aching with the want for that voice to say his name, want for that hot strong body.

"Please, oh Ken, please!" Aya arched his back again, searching for that touch, purple eyes almost black as they locked on storming ocean blue.

"Please what, Ran?" One finger slid back into his heat and Aya had to bite his lip to keep himself from screaming. Throwing his head back, he finally let loose, "Please make love to me... Ken!"

"Anytime you want my love." Ken said passionately as he pushed another finger inside and rubbed against Aya's prostate, and then he lowered his head and took all of Aya's length into his wet, hot mouth in one move.

The redhead was far beyond what was left of his self-control, and he couldn't stop the loud moans and whimpers and pleas even if he had wanted to as Ken pulled his fingers in and out of his tight ass in rhythm with the sucking on his cock, making sure to hit that sweet spot every time he rammed his fingers in, at a growing pace. Aya could feel the tension in his body from the up-coming orgasm.

"No... with you! Ken!! Please, now!!"

Aya's voice sounded almost desperate in its plea as his hand pulled on Ken's hair trying to pull him up and it was more then Ken could take. Quickly he coated his cock with lube, raised Aya's leg to his shoulder and carefully pushed himself into the hole his fingers had just left, all the way to the hilt, and then he froze taking in the sensations and sounds.

Aya's body was burning hot and so tight that it was heaven just being inside of him, something Ken was amazed at every time anew. The red head was moaning and breathing slightly heavily and with each breath his body moved and pulsed around Ken's rock-hard erection making it impossible to stay still, but Ken wanted to give his lover time to adjust to the position, knowing it might hurt his Ran if he moved too soon. But Aya was having none of this, and he squirmed and wriggled under Ken, looking for more friction, a deeper touch.

"Ken." His voice came in breathy words. "More, Ken, more!"

Ken could barely talk between clenched teeth. "Ran, stop, it'll hurt you!"

A hand calloused from holding a sword grabbed Ken's head and pulled it down for a mind-blowing kiss, teeth clashing and then Aya's tongue pushed into his sweet wetness as the other hand kneaded the muscled back. Aya's tongue in his mouth and the hand rubbing, with a shapely fingernail leaving scratch marks on his back sent Ken's self-control to all four winds and he started moving, pumping Aya's ass with a slowly growing tempo.

Lips parted for air and then Ken lowered his mouth to bite Aya's shoulder, and Weiss's leader groaned at the words whispered into his skin.

"I love you Ran, I love you and need you..."

Aya arched, deepening the strokes Ken's cock delivered with each thrust into his anus, his reward coming in the form of another bite to his shoulder before Ken pulled out of him, turned him onto his stomach and pushed back into his ass, deeper and with more force, slamming his crotch against pale, firm buttocks.

For a few moments there was nothing but moans and groans coming from wet, swollen lips, Ken's hands burying into Aya's thigh and shoulder, surely damaging the delicate skin, and Aya's hands gripping the mattress as he raised his ass to meet each of Ken's powerful thrusts.

"Come with me, love... come with me."

Ken could feel Aya shiver underneath him, could feel his coming release and he slid his hand under Aya and gripped his cock, squeezing it as his own cock pushed against the red head's prostate and releasing it as he pulled out. The effect sensation of both being fucked and being milked at the same time drove Aya to his limit, watching Ken's sensual body and then being so deliciously fucked by him built a sexual pressure that Aya could not contain any more and he came hard, pushing into the mattress and spilling his seed into Ken's hand, yelling his lover's name into the pillow.

The sound of his name cried in such a wanton tone and the convulsion of the muscles around his cock pushed Ken into his own blissful release. With clenched teeth he pulled out of Aya almost to the tip and then slammed back in one last time, arching his back as he filled Aya's body with his hot semen, and then he collapsed onto the body under him, his head to the side of Aya's and his nose in silk red hair, both men breathing heavily as their bodies, covered with sweat but satisfied none the less, relaxed in the afterglow.

After a few minutes Ken gathered enough willpower to roll them both on their sides, wrapping his arms around Aya and spooning himself against his back, his softening sex still in his lover's warm body. Although he could feel Aya was already falling asleep he had to ask, "Are you okay, love?"

Sure enough Aya's voice was sleepy when he answered. "More then okay. I love you, Ken."

Ken tightened his arms around the sword assassin and smiled into his hair. As they were falling back into sleep Aya couldn't help but remark to himself that he liked being like this, in his room, hugged to sleep by his lover, after a very satisfying bit of lovemaking in bed.

Yes, Aya definitely liked that word—

Bed.

~Owari~