Title: Shades of Gray 2 / ?
Author: Hana-chan
Category: dark, angst, yaoi,
Pairings: (Nagi) x Ken Aya-chan x Aya-chan.
Others later.
Rating: varies - NC-17 for this chapter (lemon)
Warnings: This has yaoi in it. Lemons and masturbation happening here.
Spoilers: The series, Dramatic Precious, Dramatic Image III -Schwarz, (you can find translations of the Dramatic CDs at http://www.kekkai.org/wkcorner/ )
Notes: The fic WILL still make sense if you don't know the Dramatic CDs, but it might be a bit of a spoiler. Oh, since I don't know what Kitten in the House looks like, I took some creative license. Please don't kill me ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, or anything connected to them.
Archive: Nowhere yet, but just ask.
Feedback: Please! This is my first WK fic and I'd like to hear what people think so I'll continue writing.
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::telepathy:: //phone or headset//
Shades of Gray
Chapter 2
Ken was stumbling unsteadily out of the alley when he heard the first gunshot. Slamming himself against the wall he'd scanned the street and rooftops for the shooter. He saw the others dive for cover shortly before a second shot rang out. Stalking through the shadows, he felt the need to look down where he saw a red laser spot on his chest, which vanished almost instantly with a third shot. Dropping to the ground behind a dumpster, Ken waited tensely for the next shot.
There wasn't one.
Creeping quietly out from behind his cover, the brunette made his way towards his teammates. "Everyone okay?" he asked quietly as he edged up to them. They nodded.
"Let's get out of here before more shooters decide to make us targets," said Omi quietly, little trace of his normal genki nature in his voice.
Moving with silent ease, the four assassins sped through the shadows to where they'd parked the car in an alley. Youji took the wheel beside Aya, while Omi and Ken settled into the rear seat. They pulled away slowly, starting the convoluted drive home that would hopefully throw off any pursuers.
As they drove, Ken began to relax, glad that he'd decided to wear his old orange sweatshirt around his waist again - it covered the sticky wetness of his jeans. The quiet atmosphere of the car allowed Ken to settle down and actually think about his encounter with the Schwarz member. He hadn't really dealt with Prodigy in the past - the boy tended to stay in the background and Ken himself had usually been too busy fighting Berserker to pay much attention to him, unless it was to dodge kinetic attacks.
He had noticed one thing this time though; while Prodigy still looked younger than his years, he no longer looked so much like jailbait. In fact, he had looked damn sexy with his hair dark hair floating around his face on an unfelt breeze, hand massaging his cock. And his expression when he'd come. . . Ken shivered slightly, glad for once that he was two spent to get it up again yet - he definitely didn't want to explain that away to his teammates - especially when it might draw their attention to the fact that he smelled like sex.
Trying to think of something less arousing, he wondered if the other members of Schwarz had lived, or if Prodigy was the only one left. He cursed himself and the others for not realizing that their enemies had probably survived - after all, Weiss had survived their plunge into the ocean, it only seemed logical that the team with the telekinetic and clairvoyant would survive as well. He was curious to know if Mastermind had messed with their heads on that count. When he saw the telekinetic again, he should try to find out.
When. He frowned slightly at the thought, not sure why he expected to see the psychic again. Thinking about it, he decided that he wanted to. He'd had quite a few partners since Kase, not as many as Youji, but enough to give him quite a lot of experience, especially in the past year, and he knew that he'd never had such an amazing orgasm with anyone before. Two amazing orgasms. There had just been something so fuckably hot about the teen in his high school uniform panting and coming on the roof. That was a big part of it he knew - watching the ecstasy shudder through his body had been even more of a turn-on than anything in his experience. He hadn't really realized how much of a voyeur he was until that moment.
Getting into dangerous thoughts again, Ken tried to focus his thoughts elsewhere. The mission itself was bothering him. He wasn't entirely sure whether or not he'd passed the test, because he didn't really know what the test had been. He suspected that it was a test to see if he could manage not to kill anyone, but for all he knew, it could have been to keep Prodigy's existence a secret. Frowning in thought he shook his head slightly. He doubted that was it - if Korat had known that Schwarz was alive, he thought that they would have been targets, not temptation. The brunette did wonder however, how Prodigy had hit on the only thing that would keep him from telling his teammates about the incident - he didn't want to fail the test. Sighing, he gave up on that line of reasoning, and decided not to think about it for now.
"Hey, KenKen, why so quiet?" asked Youji, looking at him in the rearview mirror. "I would have thought you'd have been complaining about not getting any action."
Ken blinked in surprise focusing his thoughts on his teammate with a frown and a slight blush. He had definitely gotten some action tonight, just not the kind he'd expected. He hoped that if anyone noticed his blush that they passed it off as anger, not what it actually was.
"You aren't still upset, are you Ken-kun?" asked Omi. "You know that someone had to keep the back door available to keep anyone from coming in behind us right?"
"I know that, Omi," he snapped, thinking of the possible unintended meanings in that last statement. "I have been doing this for six years after all."
"I know, Ken-kun," assured the younger man quickly. "It's just that you were so mad earlier. . ."
Ken suppressed a sigh. "It's all right, Omi," he said tiredly. "The main thing is that I came on the mission. I'd wanted to be in on the kill, but as you said, someone had to be outside."
The shop approaching quickly, and held back another sigh, this time though, it was one of relief. He really wanted to clean up and have some time on his own to think about everything that had happened. He also wanted to talk to Aya-chan, but that could wait until morning.
He hopped out of the car almost before it had stopped moving and walked past his motorcycle, not really registering the lingering smell of exhaust fumes. Unlocking the door, he dashed upstairs, and quietly made his way past Aya-chan's room to his own. He was actually grateful for once that he hadn't killed anyone simply because there was no blood to clean off of his clothing and bugnuks so he didn't have to fight anyone for the shower. His pants were the only things that needed to be cleaned, but they could wait until the following day.
Reaching into one of the drawers of his night table, he pulled out a box of baby wipes and quickly cleaned himself off before pulling on a clean pair of soccer ball boxers and climbing into bed. He'd planned on staying awake to analyze the events of the evening, but soon found himself dropping off, images the sexy Schwarz kinetic fluttering through his mind.
*~*~*~*~*
Nagi stepped into the front hall of the apartment, locking the door behind him. He was completely exhausted both from his physical and mental workout. The boy fought the urge to smirk at the thought of placing masturbation into the category of a physical workout, though it had certainly felt like it. He'd done it before, but somehow, it had been much more intense with the Weiss assassin. It had definitely been a mental workout. He was more used to using his powers in large-scale things such as physical blows, or shields - using it in such a focused and delicate manner had been difficult, even discounting how much he'd been distracted at the time.
He found himself licking his lips as he remembered his encounter before remembering where he was. He knew that, even this late, he'd have to report to Crawford, and he didn't want to do it with an erection. All he really wanted to do was get cleaned up and go to bed. He briefly wondered if he could sneak in without reporting, but discarded the idea as he heard someone clear his throat nearby.
"Nagi, report," said Crawford from his seat in the living room. Sighing, the teenager walked over to him, hoping that the American didn't notice the stain in his pants. Not that it would really matter, seeing as the other had probably seen the entire event. A faint flush touched his cheeks. He definitely didn't want to report that.
"Weiss was there," he said bluntly, hoping to get this over with quickly.
Crawford raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"Siberian saw me when a squirrel attracted his attention. I couldn't kill him without giving away the fact that a kinetic did the work so I convinced him not to mention anything to his teammates."
There was a startled snort from the other side of the room, before Schuldich emerged snickering. "I can't believe you fucked him with your powers," he laughed.
Nagi blushed deeper, staring at a point on the wall above Crawford's right shoulder, as he tried to ignore the redhead.
:: What a creative way to use your powers, Nagikins, :: Schuldich projected into his mind.
The teenager was able to keep his face impassive only because of engrained habit. He didn't know whether to be proud, embarrassed, or angry at the telepath's words, so he opted for silence. If he was lucky, Crawford would leave it at that and let him go to bed.
He wasn't lucky.
"I want you to go to the flower shop and ensure that his conscience doesn't win over his embarrassment," said Crawford. "Do what is necessary to convince him to stay silent."
Nagi opened his mouth to protest, but closed it without speaking. He knew there was no point in saying anything -- when Crawford gave an order it was followed. Period.
Suppressing a sigh, he nodded and went to change and clean up quickly before leaving. :: Don't do anything I wouldn't do, :: came the humor tinged thought from Schuldich. Pushing the telepath from his mind, the teenager made his escape trying to decide what he should do to keep Siberian quiet.
He still hadn't thought of anything by the time he'd reached the flower shop. The building itself wasn't very impressive; it was simply a three-story building with a flat roof. Metal screens were pulled down to cover the shop windows, and the lights were out in the rooms above.
Sticking to the shadows, Nagi walked around to the back, trying to find a way to identify which room Siberian was in. There was a small yard behind the building, dominated by a large tree with branches that nearly touched the brick walls. Large bushes edged the walls and back fence leaving a small grassy area that had been trimmed neatly in the recent past.
Nodding to himself, he walked toward the tree and climbed the rough bark easily. The rooms were all dark, and he guessed that the Weiss members were sleeping, as he wished he could be. Finding the room however, turned out to be easier than he'd expected. He knew from Schuldich that Siberian liked soccer, and of the two bedroom windows located on the second floor, one had lacy blue curtains while the other had children's curtains that were covered in a soccer ball pattern.
Snorting softly in amusement, he crept carefully along the thick branch then peered into the darkened bedroom. The moonlight was just bright enough for him to see the bleached out, sleeping form of Siberian lying half naked on his bed, sheets twisted around his waist. Licking his lips at the sexy image before him, Nagi couldn't help but reach out with his powers and caress the bared chest. The sleeping man moaned slightly in his sleep, squirming into the phantom touches.
Eyes widening and pulse racing, Nagi crawled back to the tree trunk and settled with his back against it, wrapping his legs around the thick branch he was sitting on. He was very grateful that he'd worn drawstring pants this time because he was already getting hard, and he now knew what he was going to do to convince Siberian to keep his secret.
Loosening the drawstring, Nagi slid a hand in and began caressing himself, letting his powers imitate the actions on the sleeping assassin. A part of his mind couldn't believe that he was actually doing this, while another part couldn't care less as he was only visible to the two second floor windows, hidden from view from both the ground and the third floor. Eyes slipping to half-mast in pleasure, he waited for Siberian to awaken so that the show could really begin.
*~*~*~*~*
The sensation of hands caressing his body, stroking his cock, and pinching his nipples, slowly brought Ken out of the sound sleep he'd fallen into. Moaning softly under the feather-light touches, he arched into them as they teased his skin. His fingers curled into the sheets, clutching them as a hand stroked him firmly, tenting his boxers out and dampening them with his excitement. As the fog from sleep was gradually replaced with the haze of pleasure a corner of his mind kept distracting him with the fact that both of his hands were twisting in the bed sheets, and he'd gone to sleep alone.
Opening his eyes, he looked down to see --nothing.
Yelping in surprise, he lunged away from the invisible hands and tumbled onto the floor in a tangled heap of sheets. It took him a moment to extricate himself from his bedding, distracted as he was by his unseen lover. When he was finally free he stood and went to the window, pushing it open to let in the cool air.
What he saw took his breath away.
Prodigy was leaning back against the tree trunk, mottled moonlight dancing across the bared skin of his chest that could be seen from under his open shirt. He was more muscular than Ken would have thought and there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat anywhere.
The hard chest, and sexy 'fuck me' expression on his face weren't the things that held Ken's attention however. That distinction went to the hard cock that glistened slightly as Prodigy stroked himself in the evening air.
Ken bit the side of his hand to keep from groaning too loudly before allowing the abused hand trail lightly down his throat, over his torso, before meandering towards his aching erection. As he teased himself, the phantom caresses faltered slightly, and Ken smirked even as he regretted the loss. He wanted to make the psychic feel as hot and lusty as he did.
Turning his back to the window he slowly began wiggling out of his boxers, bending slightly to add to the show. The kinetic hands faltered again before squeezing his ass-cheeks firmly. Biting his lips to suppress a moan, Ken leaned into the touch. He loved the feel of hands on his body, even psychic ones, but he missed feeling hot skin under his own palm and lips.
His own body, he decided, would have to do. Turning slowly, he allowed his eyes to slip partway closed, focusing on his own pleasure, and wishing he could convey the experience to his treed partner. He settled for putting on a show instead.
Pressing his thighs against the bottom ledge of the window, Ken grabbed one of the vertical frames to steady himself while his right hand began tracing intricate patterns on his body. The feeling caused by his own fingers was augmented by the invisible fingers of his partner. On top of that, the sight of Prodigy touching his own body, hair and clothing fluttering gently, though there was no breeze, was erotic as hell. He could practically feel the lust radiating off of the younger man.
Ken moaned loudly as Prodigy spread the drops of precome around the head of his cock, the feeling translating to the Weiss assassin as well. Abandoning his own body, the soccer player braced himself with both hands, throwing his head back as pleasure rippled through his body. Slitting his eyes open he watched in fascination as his partner tightened his thighs on the branch, thrusting into one hand while gripping the bark above his head with the other. The site was one of the most amazing things Ken had ever witnessed.
Thrusting against the invisible grip, Ken wished briefly that he could be impaling the boy in the tree instead, but thoughts of everything else vanished as he felt the kinetic cock enter him in one smooth move. He cried out as the cock found his prostrate again and again, mind hazing over with the pleasure as he thrush himself back on the invisible cock then forward into the unseen hands. His mind and body were going into sensory overload.
They short-circuited a moment later when he locked eyes with Prodigy.
Ken came with a shout, his seed shooting out over the window ledge to the bushes below. Gasping for air, he slumped against the window frame, watching as Prodigy's face twisted in ecstasy as he came over his hand and stomach. The soccer player licked his lips, wanting to crawl over and clean the white liquid off Prodigy's abs instead. He didn't move however, other than to slide to the floor, arms resting on the ledge. The sensation of satiated contentment washed over him and he smiled lazily across the darkness.
He saw a small, satisfied smile cross his partner's lips, and he sighed wishing they could cuddle up and fall asleep. He didn't really trust the other boy - they were enemies after all, but he liked to bury his nose in his lover's hair after sex, and right now that's what he wanted. He didn't invite the other in however.
When his legs started cramping from his position, Ken decided it was time to get up and go to bed. The moon was setting which meant that dawn wasn't too far off. Standing up, he watched wistfully as the other brunette shook his head and began rearranging his clothing into its proper appearance. He didn't particularly want to go back to his empty bed, and he had the feeling that his partner didn't want to either. Unfortunately they were enemies, so spending the rest of the night together wasn't really an option. He wondered if they'd ever do anything like this again, and sighed, realizing that it was probably a one-night stand.
"You'd better go, unless you want the others to see you," Ken called out softly.
"You're easiest solution would be to let them find me - then you wouldn't have to keep it a secret," was the response.
"I know I could," Ken sighed. "I probably should do that, but I made a promise, and I don't like breaking my promises." he added to himself.
"So I guess you don't need anymore convincing then."
The statement was so soft that Ken wasn't sure that he'd heard it right. "I guess you could come back tomorrow night and make sure I haven't changed my mind. . ." he said with a smirk and knowing from the embarrassed blush that he'd heard properly.
"I. . .uh," Prodigy stuttered, and Ken licked his lips, letting his hand trace its way down his body. It was just a tease, because he knew it would be a while before he had the energy to get it up again, but it seemed to totally fluster the boy in the tree.
"I. . . um, I have to go now. . ." Prodigy stuttered tearing his gaze away and scrambling down the tree. Ken watched the boy make his way across the grass, somehow managing to avoid leaving footprints, and he chuckled softly to himself as he bent down to retrieve his boxers. He wondered if the other brunette would be back tomorrow night or not. If he didn't show up, Ken knew that he could always go out clubbing to satisfy any pent up frustration, but in the meantime, he now had some wonderful new material for his fantasies. With that though, Ken climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep.
*~*~*~*~*
Aya-chan blinked her tear-swollen eyes as she noticed a figure creeping across the yard towards the tree. She didn't recognize the good-looking boy, and she wondered what he was doing there. She was somewhat startled when he climbed the tree, and drew her gun, but she didn't want to kill anyone else tonight so she settled down to watch instead. She lost track of him when he was hidden in the dense foliage of the tree, but spotted him as he crept out along the branch towards the building. The boy looked into Ken's room and froze for a minute then backed up until he was hidden again. Since he didn't climb down again, she had assumed that he was sitting by the tree trunk where she sometimes went to think.
Not knowing what to expect, she turned sideways so that she could see Ken's window a bit better through the concealing bushes. Nothing happened at first, but then there was a muffled thump, and she saw Ken's window open and her friend leaned out, dressed only in his silly soccer ball shorts. He was moaning softly and tracing patterns on his chest and stomach.
A tingling sense of arousal filled her, unlike anything she'd felt before. She couldn't see a lot of what was going on, but she recognized some of the actions as things Ken did to tease people when they were clubbing. The sight had never gotten to her like this before - but then, he'd never been naked while doing it either. She'd heard a soft moan from the tree as well, and realized that the two must be masturbating for each other to see.
She stifled another moan as a wave of sensual pleasure washed over her. Peeling one of her gloves off, she'd stuffed it in her mouth to keep from being heard then lay on her back with her feet braced against the wall. She had a slightly better view of the window this way, and no one would see her - even if they had the presence of mind to look.
Ken by this time had stopped caressing his own body and was now thrusting his hips, erection glistening in the moonlight, and moaning quite loudly. The whole scene went straight to her core and Aya-chan gasped, allowing her hands to slide down to breasts, and increasing the feelings coursing through her body. Arching back, she felt the seam of her jeans pull against her crotch and she moaned into the glove as the tough material rubbed her just right. She could feel the mind numbing pleasure building then bursting over her as Ken came, white streams of his seed falling through the moonlit air.
Trembling weakly, Aya-chan went limp against the soil, watching Ken's window with her eyes half closed. She wasn't sure how much time passed before she noticed that her friend was standing again. He was talking to the boy in the tree - she could barely hear them, but there was some mention of secrets and being caught by the others. She didn't know why it would be a problem, other than the fact it would disrupt Ken's boy-next-door image. Aya-chan snorted slightly at that. He'd already pretty much ruined any good-boy image he already possessed - the others just didn't bother to notice.
There was a slight sound as the other boy climbed down the tree and carefully made his way across the yard. He passed quite closely to her hiding place and she saw that he was very good looking, though he looked younger than both her and Ken. Idly she wondered how they'd met.
Fighting drowsiness, she waited until she thought that Ken would be asleep before gathering up her rifle and making her way to the tree. She climbed it with practiced ease and scampered across the branch to her room, pausing briefly to see Ken sleeping soundly under the covers. Shaking her head she opened her own window and climbed in before securing it and stripping quickly and placing all of her weapons in their proper places. She was definitely going to have to wash her clothes tomorrow she thought wrinkling her nose at the damp jeans and underwear.
Sliding on a long white nightgown she climbed into bed. She fell asleep wondering what exactly had happened, and what it would be like to do that with an actual person.
*~*~*~*~*
Miles away, Crawford watched as Sculdich shook his head and looked in his direction. "Well," the German said. "Nagi certainly enjoyed himself. He's thinking of going back to 'convince' the kitten that he doesn't want to talk about us. You realize that he's pretty much a virgin here - do you really want him getting fixated on a Weiss kitty?"
"No, but there's something. . ."
"You had a vision then? About those two?"
Crawford frowned slightly. "Not exactly. I saw them together, but when I thought about stopping it, I got a feeling of dread. . ."
"Is that why you sent him to the warehouse despite the fact that you knew Weiss would be there?"
The older man nodded distractedly. "I don't know why, but what happened tonight was essential to our plans."
Schuldich shrugged slightly then headed towards his room. "I'm going to bed since Nagi's on his way home. You going to wait up for him?"
Crawford nodded again, thinking about the vision he'd had earlier. It was so frustrating at times not being able to have clearer or more far-ranging visions; sometimes being warned a few days in advance simply enough. He hoped that it would be enough this time, but he wasn't sure. Whatever was coming though, was big, he was certain of that. He just hoped that they'd be up to the challenge.
TBC
Author: Hana-chan
Category: dark, angst, yaoi,
Pairings: (Nagi) x Ken Aya-chan x Aya-chan.
Others later.
Rating: varies - NC-17 for this chapter (lemon)
Warnings: This has yaoi in it. Lemons and masturbation happening here.
Spoilers: The series, Dramatic Precious, Dramatic Image III -Schwarz, (you can find translations of the Dramatic CDs at http://www.kekkai.org/wkcorner/ )
Notes: The fic WILL still make sense if you don't know the Dramatic CDs, but it might be a bit of a spoiler. Oh, since I don't know what Kitten in the House looks like, I took some creative license. Please don't kill me ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, or anything connected to them.
Archive: Nowhere yet, but just ask.
Feedback: Please! This is my first WK fic and I'd like to hear what people think so I'll continue writing.
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::telepathy:: //phone or headset//
Shades of Gray
Chapter 2
Ken was stumbling unsteadily out of the alley when he heard the first gunshot. Slamming himself against the wall he'd scanned the street and rooftops for the shooter. He saw the others dive for cover shortly before a second shot rang out. Stalking through the shadows, he felt the need to look down where he saw a red laser spot on his chest, which vanished almost instantly with a third shot. Dropping to the ground behind a dumpster, Ken waited tensely for the next shot.
There wasn't one.
Creeping quietly out from behind his cover, the brunette made his way towards his teammates. "Everyone okay?" he asked quietly as he edged up to them. They nodded.
"Let's get out of here before more shooters decide to make us targets," said Omi quietly, little trace of his normal genki nature in his voice.
Moving with silent ease, the four assassins sped through the shadows to where they'd parked the car in an alley. Youji took the wheel beside Aya, while Omi and Ken settled into the rear seat. They pulled away slowly, starting the convoluted drive home that would hopefully throw off any pursuers.
As they drove, Ken began to relax, glad that he'd decided to wear his old orange sweatshirt around his waist again - it covered the sticky wetness of his jeans. The quiet atmosphere of the car allowed Ken to settle down and actually think about his encounter with the Schwarz member. He hadn't really dealt with Prodigy in the past - the boy tended to stay in the background and Ken himself had usually been too busy fighting Berserker to pay much attention to him, unless it was to dodge kinetic attacks.
He had noticed one thing this time though; while Prodigy still looked younger than his years, he no longer looked so much like jailbait. In fact, he had looked damn sexy with his hair dark hair floating around his face on an unfelt breeze, hand massaging his cock. And his expression when he'd come. . . Ken shivered slightly, glad for once that he was two spent to get it up again yet - he definitely didn't want to explain that away to his teammates - especially when it might draw their attention to the fact that he smelled like sex.
Trying to think of something less arousing, he wondered if the other members of Schwarz had lived, or if Prodigy was the only one left. He cursed himself and the others for not realizing that their enemies had probably survived - after all, Weiss had survived their plunge into the ocean, it only seemed logical that the team with the telekinetic and clairvoyant would survive as well. He was curious to know if Mastermind had messed with their heads on that count. When he saw the telekinetic again, he should try to find out.
When. He frowned slightly at the thought, not sure why he expected to see the psychic again. Thinking about it, he decided that he wanted to. He'd had quite a few partners since Kase, not as many as Youji, but enough to give him quite a lot of experience, especially in the past year, and he knew that he'd never had such an amazing orgasm with anyone before. Two amazing orgasms. There had just been something so fuckably hot about the teen in his high school uniform panting and coming on the roof. That was a big part of it he knew - watching the ecstasy shudder through his body had been even more of a turn-on than anything in his experience. He hadn't really realized how much of a voyeur he was until that moment.
Getting into dangerous thoughts again, Ken tried to focus his thoughts elsewhere. The mission itself was bothering him. He wasn't entirely sure whether or not he'd passed the test, because he didn't really know what the test had been. He suspected that it was a test to see if he could manage not to kill anyone, but for all he knew, it could have been to keep Prodigy's existence a secret. Frowning in thought he shook his head slightly. He doubted that was it - if Korat had known that Schwarz was alive, he thought that they would have been targets, not temptation. The brunette did wonder however, how Prodigy had hit on the only thing that would keep him from telling his teammates about the incident - he didn't want to fail the test. Sighing, he gave up on that line of reasoning, and decided not to think about it for now.
"Hey, KenKen, why so quiet?" asked Youji, looking at him in the rearview mirror. "I would have thought you'd have been complaining about not getting any action."
Ken blinked in surprise focusing his thoughts on his teammate with a frown and a slight blush. He had definitely gotten some action tonight, just not the kind he'd expected. He hoped that if anyone noticed his blush that they passed it off as anger, not what it actually was.
"You aren't still upset, are you Ken-kun?" asked Omi. "You know that someone had to keep the back door available to keep anyone from coming in behind us right?"
"I know that, Omi," he snapped, thinking of the possible unintended meanings in that last statement. "I have been doing this for six years after all."
"I know, Ken-kun," assured the younger man quickly. "It's just that you were so mad earlier. . ."
Ken suppressed a sigh. "It's all right, Omi," he said tiredly. "The main thing is that I came on the mission. I'd wanted to be in on the kill, but as you said, someone had to be outside."
The shop approaching quickly, and held back another sigh, this time though, it was one of relief. He really wanted to clean up and have some time on his own to think about everything that had happened. He also wanted to talk to Aya-chan, but that could wait until morning.
He hopped out of the car almost before it had stopped moving and walked past his motorcycle, not really registering the lingering smell of exhaust fumes. Unlocking the door, he dashed upstairs, and quietly made his way past Aya-chan's room to his own. He was actually grateful for once that he hadn't killed anyone simply because there was no blood to clean off of his clothing and bugnuks so he didn't have to fight anyone for the shower. His pants were the only things that needed to be cleaned, but they could wait until the following day.
Reaching into one of the drawers of his night table, he pulled out a box of baby wipes and quickly cleaned himself off before pulling on a clean pair of soccer ball boxers and climbing into bed. He'd planned on staying awake to analyze the events of the evening, but soon found himself dropping off, images the sexy Schwarz kinetic fluttering through his mind.
*~*~*~*~*
Nagi stepped into the front hall of the apartment, locking the door behind him. He was completely exhausted both from his physical and mental workout. The boy fought the urge to smirk at the thought of placing masturbation into the category of a physical workout, though it had certainly felt like it. He'd done it before, but somehow, it had been much more intense with the Weiss assassin. It had definitely been a mental workout. He was more used to using his powers in large-scale things such as physical blows, or shields - using it in such a focused and delicate manner had been difficult, even discounting how much he'd been distracted at the time.
He found himself licking his lips as he remembered his encounter before remembering where he was. He knew that, even this late, he'd have to report to Crawford, and he didn't want to do it with an erection. All he really wanted to do was get cleaned up and go to bed. He briefly wondered if he could sneak in without reporting, but discarded the idea as he heard someone clear his throat nearby.
"Nagi, report," said Crawford from his seat in the living room. Sighing, the teenager walked over to him, hoping that the American didn't notice the stain in his pants. Not that it would really matter, seeing as the other had probably seen the entire event. A faint flush touched his cheeks. He definitely didn't want to report that.
"Weiss was there," he said bluntly, hoping to get this over with quickly.
Crawford raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"Siberian saw me when a squirrel attracted his attention. I couldn't kill him without giving away the fact that a kinetic did the work so I convinced him not to mention anything to his teammates."
There was a startled snort from the other side of the room, before Schuldich emerged snickering. "I can't believe you fucked him with your powers," he laughed.
Nagi blushed deeper, staring at a point on the wall above Crawford's right shoulder, as he tried to ignore the redhead.
:: What a creative way to use your powers, Nagikins, :: Schuldich projected into his mind.
The teenager was able to keep his face impassive only because of engrained habit. He didn't know whether to be proud, embarrassed, or angry at the telepath's words, so he opted for silence. If he was lucky, Crawford would leave it at that and let him go to bed.
He wasn't lucky.
"I want you to go to the flower shop and ensure that his conscience doesn't win over his embarrassment," said Crawford. "Do what is necessary to convince him to stay silent."
Nagi opened his mouth to protest, but closed it without speaking. He knew there was no point in saying anything -- when Crawford gave an order it was followed. Period.
Suppressing a sigh, he nodded and went to change and clean up quickly before leaving. :: Don't do anything I wouldn't do, :: came the humor tinged thought from Schuldich. Pushing the telepath from his mind, the teenager made his escape trying to decide what he should do to keep Siberian quiet.
He still hadn't thought of anything by the time he'd reached the flower shop. The building itself wasn't very impressive; it was simply a three-story building with a flat roof. Metal screens were pulled down to cover the shop windows, and the lights were out in the rooms above.
Sticking to the shadows, Nagi walked around to the back, trying to find a way to identify which room Siberian was in. There was a small yard behind the building, dominated by a large tree with branches that nearly touched the brick walls. Large bushes edged the walls and back fence leaving a small grassy area that had been trimmed neatly in the recent past.
Nodding to himself, he walked toward the tree and climbed the rough bark easily. The rooms were all dark, and he guessed that the Weiss members were sleeping, as he wished he could be. Finding the room however, turned out to be easier than he'd expected. He knew from Schuldich that Siberian liked soccer, and of the two bedroom windows located on the second floor, one had lacy blue curtains while the other had children's curtains that were covered in a soccer ball pattern.
Snorting softly in amusement, he crept carefully along the thick branch then peered into the darkened bedroom. The moonlight was just bright enough for him to see the bleached out, sleeping form of Siberian lying half naked on his bed, sheets twisted around his waist. Licking his lips at the sexy image before him, Nagi couldn't help but reach out with his powers and caress the bared chest. The sleeping man moaned slightly in his sleep, squirming into the phantom touches.
Eyes widening and pulse racing, Nagi crawled back to the tree trunk and settled with his back against it, wrapping his legs around the thick branch he was sitting on. He was very grateful that he'd worn drawstring pants this time because he was already getting hard, and he now knew what he was going to do to convince Siberian to keep his secret.
Loosening the drawstring, Nagi slid a hand in and began caressing himself, letting his powers imitate the actions on the sleeping assassin. A part of his mind couldn't believe that he was actually doing this, while another part couldn't care less as he was only visible to the two second floor windows, hidden from view from both the ground and the third floor. Eyes slipping to half-mast in pleasure, he waited for Siberian to awaken so that the show could really begin.
*~*~*~*~*
The sensation of hands caressing his body, stroking his cock, and pinching his nipples, slowly brought Ken out of the sound sleep he'd fallen into. Moaning softly under the feather-light touches, he arched into them as they teased his skin. His fingers curled into the sheets, clutching them as a hand stroked him firmly, tenting his boxers out and dampening them with his excitement. As the fog from sleep was gradually replaced with the haze of pleasure a corner of his mind kept distracting him with the fact that both of his hands were twisting in the bed sheets, and he'd gone to sleep alone.
Opening his eyes, he looked down to see --nothing.
Yelping in surprise, he lunged away from the invisible hands and tumbled onto the floor in a tangled heap of sheets. It took him a moment to extricate himself from his bedding, distracted as he was by his unseen lover. When he was finally free he stood and went to the window, pushing it open to let in the cool air.
What he saw took his breath away.
Prodigy was leaning back against the tree trunk, mottled moonlight dancing across the bared skin of his chest that could be seen from under his open shirt. He was more muscular than Ken would have thought and there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat anywhere.
The hard chest, and sexy 'fuck me' expression on his face weren't the things that held Ken's attention however. That distinction went to the hard cock that glistened slightly as Prodigy stroked himself in the evening air.
Ken bit the side of his hand to keep from groaning too loudly before allowing the abused hand trail lightly down his throat, over his torso, before meandering towards his aching erection. As he teased himself, the phantom caresses faltered slightly, and Ken smirked even as he regretted the loss. He wanted to make the psychic feel as hot and lusty as he did.
Turning his back to the window he slowly began wiggling out of his boxers, bending slightly to add to the show. The kinetic hands faltered again before squeezing his ass-cheeks firmly. Biting his lips to suppress a moan, Ken leaned into the touch. He loved the feel of hands on his body, even psychic ones, but he missed feeling hot skin under his own palm and lips.
His own body, he decided, would have to do. Turning slowly, he allowed his eyes to slip partway closed, focusing on his own pleasure, and wishing he could convey the experience to his treed partner. He settled for putting on a show instead.
Pressing his thighs against the bottom ledge of the window, Ken grabbed one of the vertical frames to steady himself while his right hand began tracing intricate patterns on his body. The feeling caused by his own fingers was augmented by the invisible fingers of his partner. On top of that, the sight of Prodigy touching his own body, hair and clothing fluttering gently, though there was no breeze, was erotic as hell. He could practically feel the lust radiating off of the younger man.
Ken moaned loudly as Prodigy spread the drops of precome around the head of his cock, the feeling translating to the Weiss assassin as well. Abandoning his own body, the soccer player braced himself with both hands, throwing his head back as pleasure rippled through his body. Slitting his eyes open he watched in fascination as his partner tightened his thighs on the branch, thrusting into one hand while gripping the bark above his head with the other. The site was one of the most amazing things Ken had ever witnessed.
Thrusting against the invisible grip, Ken wished briefly that he could be impaling the boy in the tree instead, but thoughts of everything else vanished as he felt the kinetic cock enter him in one smooth move. He cried out as the cock found his prostrate again and again, mind hazing over with the pleasure as he thrush himself back on the invisible cock then forward into the unseen hands. His mind and body were going into sensory overload.
They short-circuited a moment later when he locked eyes with Prodigy.
Ken came with a shout, his seed shooting out over the window ledge to the bushes below. Gasping for air, he slumped against the window frame, watching as Prodigy's face twisted in ecstasy as he came over his hand and stomach. The soccer player licked his lips, wanting to crawl over and clean the white liquid off Prodigy's abs instead. He didn't move however, other than to slide to the floor, arms resting on the ledge. The sensation of satiated contentment washed over him and he smiled lazily across the darkness.
He saw a small, satisfied smile cross his partner's lips, and he sighed wishing they could cuddle up and fall asleep. He didn't really trust the other boy - they were enemies after all, but he liked to bury his nose in his lover's hair after sex, and right now that's what he wanted. He didn't invite the other in however.
When his legs started cramping from his position, Ken decided it was time to get up and go to bed. The moon was setting which meant that dawn wasn't too far off. Standing up, he watched wistfully as the other brunette shook his head and began rearranging his clothing into its proper appearance. He didn't particularly want to go back to his empty bed, and he had the feeling that his partner didn't want to either. Unfortunately they were enemies, so spending the rest of the night together wasn't really an option. He wondered if they'd ever do anything like this again, and sighed, realizing that it was probably a one-night stand.
"You'd better go, unless you want the others to see you," Ken called out softly.
"You're easiest solution would be to let them find me - then you wouldn't have to keep it a secret," was the response.
"I know I could," Ken sighed. "I probably should do that, but I made a promise, and I don't like breaking my promises." he added to himself.
"So I guess you don't need anymore convincing then."
The statement was so soft that Ken wasn't sure that he'd heard it right. "I guess you could come back tomorrow night and make sure I haven't changed my mind. . ." he said with a smirk and knowing from the embarrassed blush that he'd heard properly.
"I. . .uh," Prodigy stuttered, and Ken licked his lips, letting his hand trace its way down his body. It was just a tease, because he knew it would be a while before he had the energy to get it up again, but it seemed to totally fluster the boy in the tree.
"I. . . um, I have to go now. . ." Prodigy stuttered tearing his gaze away and scrambling down the tree. Ken watched the boy make his way across the grass, somehow managing to avoid leaving footprints, and he chuckled softly to himself as he bent down to retrieve his boxers. He wondered if the other brunette would be back tomorrow night or not. If he didn't show up, Ken knew that he could always go out clubbing to satisfy any pent up frustration, but in the meantime, he now had some wonderful new material for his fantasies. With that though, Ken climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep.
*~*~*~*~*
Aya-chan blinked her tear-swollen eyes as she noticed a figure creeping across the yard towards the tree. She didn't recognize the good-looking boy, and she wondered what he was doing there. She was somewhat startled when he climbed the tree, and drew her gun, but she didn't want to kill anyone else tonight so she settled down to watch instead. She lost track of him when he was hidden in the dense foliage of the tree, but spotted him as he crept out along the branch towards the building. The boy looked into Ken's room and froze for a minute then backed up until he was hidden again. Since he didn't climb down again, she had assumed that he was sitting by the tree trunk where she sometimes went to think.
Not knowing what to expect, she turned sideways so that she could see Ken's window a bit better through the concealing bushes. Nothing happened at first, but then there was a muffled thump, and she saw Ken's window open and her friend leaned out, dressed only in his silly soccer ball shorts. He was moaning softly and tracing patterns on his chest and stomach.
A tingling sense of arousal filled her, unlike anything she'd felt before. She couldn't see a lot of what was going on, but she recognized some of the actions as things Ken did to tease people when they were clubbing. The sight had never gotten to her like this before - but then, he'd never been naked while doing it either. She'd heard a soft moan from the tree as well, and realized that the two must be masturbating for each other to see.
She stifled another moan as a wave of sensual pleasure washed over her. Peeling one of her gloves off, she'd stuffed it in her mouth to keep from being heard then lay on her back with her feet braced against the wall. She had a slightly better view of the window this way, and no one would see her - even if they had the presence of mind to look.
Ken by this time had stopped caressing his own body and was now thrusting his hips, erection glistening in the moonlight, and moaning quite loudly. The whole scene went straight to her core and Aya-chan gasped, allowing her hands to slide down to breasts, and increasing the feelings coursing through her body. Arching back, she felt the seam of her jeans pull against her crotch and she moaned into the glove as the tough material rubbed her just right. She could feel the mind numbing pleasure building then bursting over her as Ken came, white streams of his seed falling through the moonlit air.
Trembling weakly, Aya-chan went limp against the soil, watching Ken's window with her eyes half closed. She wasn't sure how much time passed before she noticed that her friend was standing again. He was talking to the boy in the tree - she could barely hear them, but there was some mention of secrets and being caught by the others. She didn't know why it would be a problem, other than the fact it would disrupt Ken's boy-next-door image. Aya-chan snorted slightly at that. He'd already pretty much ruined any good-boy image he already possessed - the others just didn't bother to notice.
There was a slight sound as the other boy climbed down the tree and carefully made his way across the yard. He passed quite closely to her hiding place and she saw that he was very good looking, though he looked younger than both her and Ken. Idly she wondered how they'd met.
Fighting drowsiness, she waited until she thought that Ken would be asleep before gathering up her rifle and making her way to the tree. She climbed it with practiced ease and scampered across the branch to her room, pausing briefly to see Ken sleeping soundly under the covers. Shaking her head she opened her own window and climbed in before securing it and stripping quickly and placing all of her weapons in their proper places. She was definitely going to have to wash her clothes tomorrow she thought wrinkling her nose at the damp jeans and underwear.
Sliding on a long white nightgown she climbed into bed. She fell asleep wondering what exactly had happened, and what it would be like to do that with an actual person.
*~*~*~*~*
Miles away, Crawford watched as Sculdich shook his head and looked in his direction. "Well," the German said. "Nagi certainly enjoyed himself. He's thinking of going back to 'convince' the kitten that he doesn't want to talk about us. You realize that he's pretty much a virgin here - do you really want him getting fixated on a Weiss kitty?"
"No, but there's something. . ."
"You had a vision then? About those two?"
Crawford frowned slightly. "Not exactly. I saw them together, but when I thought about stopping it, I got a feeling of dread. . ."
"Is that why you sent him to the warehouse despite the fact that you knew Weiss would be there?"
The older man nodded distractedly. "I don't know why, but what happened tonight was essential to our plans."
Schuldich shrugged slightly then headed towards his room. "I'm going to bed since Nagi's on his way home. You going to wait up for him?"
Crawford nodded again, thinking about the vision he'd had earlier. It was so frustrating at times not being able to have clearer or more far-ranging visions; sometimes being warned a few days in advance simply enough. He hoped that it would be enough this time, but he wasn't sure. Whatever was coming though, was big, he was certain of that. He just hoped that they'd be up to the challenge.
TBC