Yoji sighed as Omi left to 'deliver the plants.' He knew Omi was going to the arms of his 15-year-old lover. And, frankly, he envied him, not the '15 year old lover' part though. He lit a cigarette, and took a drag. "I'm thinking I'll go out tonight." Yoji yawned, thinking about faxing his bed-buddy.
"Why? And, how do you know we won't have a mission?" Ken asked, startled. He had been staring at Yoji, again. Which didn't fail to unnerve Yoji, again. Yoji often forgot that the rest of the team didn't know about Omi's fucking patterns.
"I don't know. I just feel like a stiff drink and some sex, why?" Yoji replied nonchalantly. He pretended he didn't notice the brunette blushing. Or the staring that had gone on all morning. Or the 'accidental' touching.
"Why don't you stay here and relax?" Ken asked.
"Sex is relaxing." Yoji replied, taking another drag. He liked this game. He wondered how many questions the boy would ask before he had to lose his breakfast in the bathroom. "And, if I don't get some sex soon..." He trailed off, grinning evilly at Ken.
"ummm..." Ken was obviously unprepared for that reply. Yoji decided to tease the Ken some more. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray and made his way over to Ken, slowly and deliberately. Ken looked a bit nervous. "Yotan?"
"Yes, Ken?" Yoji was almost upon Ken as the panicked look gave Ken a deer-like expression. Yoji tilted Ken's head up, then leaned down and kissed the younger assassin. At first the boy didn't respond, but Yoji pried the unresponsive one's mouth open. He didn't think of the younger assassin as anything other than a younger brother, but this was just to tempting.
Ken's tongue slid into Yoji's mouth, and tried to suffocate him. Yoji broke the kiss, just so he could breath. "Who taught you to kiss?" He panted; air had never taste so sweet. He took one of a 'Lucky' out of his pocket and lit it. He took a drag as Ken gave him a puzzled look. Nicotine never tasted so sweet. He sighed, and smoked the rest of the cigarette like a demon.
"Yotan, are you ok?" Ken asked, as he picked up the plant he had dropped. Yoji blinked, he had been holding a plant? Yoji was down to the filter, as he sat down at the desk. He lit another one before replying.
Or, at least he would've if Aya hadn't stormed in. "What's up Aya?" Yoji asked, continuing to smoke. Aya just glared at him.
"No mission." He muttered, and took the accountant books from the desk. He left, and Yoji grinned.
"Which means Aya's got about a week of book keeping to catch up on." Ken smiled, a bit nervously though. 'He's probably thinking that if the kiss had been any longer Aya would've walked in on us.' Yoji continued grinning. 'What an innocent; if only he knew about the time Aya caught my Bed-buddy and me behind the counter. God, that expression...' Yoji blew a wistful cloud of smoke.
"Hey, Yotan, let's close up shop and let Aya get us caught up with the book keeping." Ken suggested as he threw away the remains of the broken pot and ruined plant. Yoji shrugged.
"What the hell." Yoji stood up. "You can close it up though, I need to send a fax." Yoji took off his apron and left it on the counter, with Ken to close up shop. As he climbed down the stairs he started humming 'Yokan' by Dir en Grey. He started muttering the lyrics under his breath:
kokoro muguchi ni kokoro shizuka de kokoro ni hamukete
kokoro muguchi ni kokoro shizuka de kokoro moteasonde mite mo
…
shizukana kimi ni shizukana ai de shizukana kaikan koroshi
shizukana boku ni shizukana ai de shizukana...."
Aya looked up at him briefly, and returned to the tedious financial affairs of running a flower shop. "Invest in singing lessons, it'll save my ears from an early destruction."
Yoji laughed and continued to his room where he kept a German dictionary. Omi and his beau had their binary code- or whatever, and he and his bed-buddy had German. He took out a piece of paper and started to scrawl down the message in his messing romanji.
"Rotkopf Geliebte; Vielleicht morgen; unerwartet sinnesaenderung. schlecht kus. Ihm ist nicht mehr zu helfen. [Ken]"
Yoji smiled at his message. It would probably make very little sense to his German lover, but he'd get the message. "Maybe tomorrow; unexpected change of mind. Bad kiss. He's beyond help. [Ken]" Yoji signed the his nickname, Zwitterhaft Nutte, to the sheet. He still had no clue as to what it meant, but his bed-buddy enjoyed calling him that, or just shortening it to 'Nutte'.
He went ahead and faxed the message, then returned to his room, ready for a nap. It wasn't an especially pretty day, overcast, and probably windy. He felt like a hot cup of coffee, but was to lazy to get up. He heard a knock at the door. "Come in."
And, there was Ken holding two cups of coffee. Who ever said wishes don't come true? Ken walked into the room, and handed Yoji a cup. "I made some more coffee and I thought you might like some." Ken, unlike the rest of them, could actually make coffee. Aya's was by far the worst, and normally succeed in burning the water, the filter, and the beans. How, Yoji wasn't sure.
"Thanks. Oh, and Ken, has something been bother you? You've been breaking more pots than usual." He teased, but behind the teasing he was concerned. It was almost like 'what's up with Little Brother Ken that he hasn't come to Big Brother Yoji about.'
"Well, um, that's what I came to talk about..." He trailed off. Yoji took a sip of his coffee and stood up.
"Here, Ken, sit down." Ken sat down, and looked into his coffee. "Now, what's wrong?" He took another sip of his coffee.
"I have a crush." Ken muttered.
"Ok, why's that so bad?"
"Because, I'm not gay." The tone made Yoji feel abit offended. He wasn't gay, but he was sure as hell close to it.
"So, it's a guy?" Ken just nodded. "Does he play soccer in the park with you?" Ken had very limited outside contact, so Yoji assumed it would be easy to figure out the person. Ken shook his head. "Do you see him in the park?" no.
"...At Church?" adamant no.
"...In the Supermarket?" no.
"...At Omi's School?" no.
"...On a mission?" Yes.
"Schwarz?" no. Now, Yoji was puzzled. Who else did Ken know from their missions? God this was harder than he expected. He noticed Ken had stopped staring at his coffee and begun doodling on Yoji's legal pad. Yoji looked down, only to see a bible quote:
Seek good and not evil,
that you may live;
and so the Lord , the God of
hosts, will be with you,
just as you have said.
Yoji ignored it, then it hit him. "Part of Weiss?" Ken gave the barest of nods. Now he understood why Ken might feel so bad. "Persia?" He teased, trying to lighten the mood. But, all he got was a sorrowful shake of the head.
"Is it Aya?" He asked, he guessed it could be possible for someone to love the anal, silent leader. Ken shook his head. On second thought, nah.
"Omi?" That would really make him feel bad, and like a pedophile. Ken shook his head again. Ken sat his coffee down, and stood up. Then, before Yoji could respond, Ken kissed him, with bruising intensity. Yoji's eyes widened. He almost dropped the coffee, but thanks to an outside force, he didn't.
'Oi, poor Nutte, almost lost your coffee.' A very arrogant voice entered his mind. 'You were right; he's beyond redemption when it comes to kissing. But, you're not much better.' Ken had since started exploring Yoji's mouth with his tongue, being careful not to try and choke him like before.
'Love you too, Rotkopf. Now, get out of my mind while I handle this.' Yoji snarled at his Bed-buddy.
'Fine, just promise me we'll get together later. I haven't gotten a good screw since.... let me rephrase that. I haven't gotten screwed since we last met.' The voice was undeniably cynical.
'Sure, I'll fax you with the place later.' The voice disappeared, and Ken let go of Yoji's mouth.
"Ken..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"Yotan, I...I want your next date to be with me." Ken stumbled, but became very sure of himself towards the end.
"No," Yoji replied simply, not wanting to make this any longer.
"Huh?" Ken sounded surprised, so Yoji cemented it.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because, I love you like a brother. And, I'm obessed with my curr-"
"You're straight, and abhor the idea of loving a guy." Ken summerized bleakly.
"Actually, no. I was about to say my current boyfriend." Yoji replied, starkly.
"Bbbbut-" Ken stuttered.
"Kenkun, I'm bi." Yoji explained, patiently. Ken just about fainted.
"I... I understand." Ken looked rather pale.
"Ken, are you ok?" Ken smiled rather weakly.
"Yeah, I'm fine Yotan. I have some errands to run." Ken left the room before Yoji could say anything else. He felt bad for his poor Little Brother Ken, becuase this was one of the few things he knew Big Brother Yoji couldn't help with. Hell, he had botched it up pretty badly. Out of curiosity he thought about Ken as a lover.
He started to imagine the smaller, more muscluar assassin laying under the covers, sleeping after a bit of tender love-making. He would stroke the tender cheek, as he held him tight. He would stir, and turn over, leaning his head against Yoji's chest. He would open his emerald green eyes, and aise his head to nibble lightly on Yoji's ear.
'Wait... Ken has brown eyes.' Yoji thought, stubbornly.
'Who ever said I was Ken?' 'Ken' replied, grinning. The rest of the face and body turned to his bed buddy. 'You broke that poor boy's heart just for me... Few lovers give out broken hearts of their friends to their current.' The voice was amused. 'I'm so proud.'
'I said I'd fax you.' Yoji replied tartly, banishing the image.
'I couldn't wait, besides, that was far most interesting than eavesdropping on anyone elses thoughts.'
'Whatever. Is Omi over there?' Yoji asked, changing the subject.
'Nein, I'm alone. No one is expected back until early.'
'Where did the psycho go?' Yoji asked, curiosly.
'Oh, him, he's locked up in his room. Tied to a wall, in a straight jacket, and secured with every precaution we can take. Why?'
'Don't worry. I'll be over in a few minutes.'
'I watch and make sure you are.' Rotkopf found a small niche in Yoji's brain where he could watch. 'Now hurry up, we only have tonight.'
'Fine, God, do I feel like a slut…' Yoji trailed off as he got his keys.
"Why? And, how do you know we won't have a mission?" Ken asked, startled. He had been staring at Yoji, again. Which didn't fail to unnerve Yoji, again. Yoji often forgot that the rest of the team didn't know about Omi's fucking patterns.
"I don't know. I just feel like a stiff drink and some sex, why?" Yoji replied nonchalantly. He pretended he didn't notice the brunette blushing. Or the staring that had gone on all morning. Or the 'accidental' touching.
"Why don't you stay here and relax?" Ken asked.
"Sex is relaxing." Yoji replied, taking another drag. He liked this game. He wondered how many questions the boy would ask before he had to lose his breakfast in the bathroom. "And, if I don't get some sex soon..." He trailed off, grinning evilly at Ken.
"ummm..." Ken was obviously unprepared for that reply. Yoji decided to tease the Ken some more. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray and made his way over to Ken, slowly and deliberately. Ken looked a bit nervous. "Yotan?"
"Yes, Ken?" Yoji was almost upon Ken as the panicked look gave Ken a deer-like expression. Yoji tilted Ken's head up, then leaned down and kissed the younger assassin. At first the boy didn't respond, but Yoji pried the unresponsive one's mouth open. He didn't think of the younger assassin as anything other than a younger brother, but this was just to tempting.
Ken's tongue slid into Yoji's mouth, and tried to suffocate him. Yoji broke the kiss, just so he could breath. "Who taught you to kiss?" He panted; air had never taste so sweet. He took one of a 'Lucky' out of his pocket and lit it. He took a drag as Ken gave him a puzzled look. Nicotine never tasted so sweet. He sighed, and smoked the rest of the cigarette like a demon.
"Yotan, are you ok?" Ken asked, as he picked up the plant he had dropped. Yoji blinked, he had been holding a plant? Yoji was down to the filter, as he sat down at the desk. He lit another one before replying.
Or, at least he would've if Aya hadn't stormed in. "What's up Aya?" Yoji asked, continuing to smoke. Aya just glared at him.
"No mission." He muttered, and took the accountant books from the desk. He left, and Yoji grinned.
"Which means Aya's got about a week of book keeping to catch up on." Ken smiled, a bit nervously though. 'He's probably thinking that if the kiss had been any longer Aya would've walked in on us.' Yoji continued grinning. 'What an innocent; if only he knew about the time Aya caught my Bed-buddy and me behind the counter. God, that expression...' Yoji blew a wistful cloud of smoke.
"Hey, Yotan, let's close up shop and let Aya get us caught up with the book keeping." Ken suggested as he threw away the remains of the broken pot and ruined plant. Yoji shrugged.
"What the hell." Yoji stood up. "You can close it up though, I need to send a fax." Yoji took off his apron and left it on the counter, with Ken to close up shop. As he climbed down the stairs he started humming 'Yokan' by Dir en Grey. He started muttering the lyrics under his breath:
kokoro muguchi ni kokoro shizuka de kokoro ni hamukete
kokoro muguchi ni kokoro shizuka de kokoro moteasonde mite mo
…
shizukana kimi ni shizukana ai de shizukana kaikan koroshi
shizukana boku ni shizukana ai de shizukana...."
Aya looked up at him briefly, and returned to the tedious financial affairs of running a flower shop. "Invest in singing lessons, it'll save my ears from an early destruction."
Yoji laughed and continued to his room where he kept a German dictionary. Omi and his beau had their binary code- or whatever, and he and his bed-buddy had German. He took out a piece of paper and started to scrawl down the message in his messing romanji.
"Rotkopf Geliebte; Vielleicht morgen; unerwartet sinnesaenderung. schlecht kus. Ihm ist nicht mehr zu helfen. [Ken]"
Yoji smiled at his message. It would probably make very little sense to his German lover, but he'd get the message. "Maybe tomorrow; unexpected change of mind. Bad kiss. He's beyond help. [Ken]" Yoji signed the his nickname, Zwitterhaft Nutte, to the sheet. He still had no clue as to what it meant, but his bed-buddy enjoyed calling him that, or just shortening it to 'Nutte'.
He went ahead and faxed the message, then returned to his room, ready for a nap. It wasn't an especially pretty day, overcast, and probably windy. He felt like a hot cup of coffee, but was to lazy to get up. He heard a knock at the door. "Come in."
And, there was Ken holding two cups of coffee. Who ever said wishes don't come true? Ken walked into the room, and handed Yoji a cup. "I made some more coffee and I thought you might like some." Ken, unlike the rest of them, could actually make coffee. Aya's was by far the worst, and normally succeed in burning the water, the filter, and the beans. How, Yoji wasn't sure.
"Thanks. Oh, and Ken, has something been bother you? You've been breaking more pots than usual." He teased, but behind the teasing he was concerned. It was almost like 'what's up with Little Brother Ken that he hasn't come to Big Brother Yoji about.'
"Well, um, that's what I came to talk about..." He trailed off. Yoji took a sip of his coffee and stood up.
"Here, Ken, sit down." Ken sat down, and looked into his coffee. "Now, what's wrong?" He took another sip of his coffee.
"I have a crush." Ken muttered.
"Ok, why's that so bad?"
"Because, I'm not gay." The tone made Yoji feel abit offended. He wasn't gay, but he was sure as hell close to it.
"So, it's a guy?" Ken just nodded. "Does he play soccer in the park with you?" Ken had very limited outside contact, so Yoji assumed it would be easy to figure out the person. Ken shook his head. "Do you see him in the park?" no.
"...At Church?" adamant no.
"...In the Supermarket?" no.
"...At Omi's School?" no.
"...On a mission?" Yes.
"Schwarz?" no. Now, Yoji was puzzled. Who else did Ken know from their missions? God this was harder than he expected. He noticed Ken had stopped staring at his coffee and begun doodling on Yoji's legal pad. Yoji looked down, only to see a bible quote:
Seek good and not evil,
that you may live;
and so the Lord , the God of
hosts, will be with you,
just as you have said.
Yoji ignored it, then it hit him. "Part of Weiss?" Ken gave the barest of nods. Now he understood why Ken might feel so bad. "Persia?" He teased, trying to lighten the mood. But, all he got was a sorrowful shake of the head.
"Is it Aya?" He asked, he guessed it could be possible for someone to love the anal, silent leader. Ken shook his head. On second thought, nah.
"Omi?" That would really make him feel bad, and like a pedophile. Ken shook his head again. Ken sat his coffee down, and stood up. Then, before Yoji could respond, Ken kissed him, with bruising intensity. Yoji's eyes widened. He almost dropped the coffee, but thanks to an outside force, he didn't.
'Oi, poor Nutte, almost lost your coffee.' A very arrogant voice entered his mind. 'You were right; he's beyond redemption when it comes to kissing. But, you're not much better.' Ken had since started exploring Yoji's mouth with his tongue, being careful not to try and choke him like before.
'Love you too, Rotkopf. Now, get out of my mind while I handle this.' Yoji snarled at his Bed-buddy.
'Fine, just promise me we'll get together later. I haven't gotten a good screw since.... let me rephrase that. I haven't gotten screwed since we last met.' The voice was undeniably cynical.
'Sure, I'll fax you with the place later.' The voice disappeared, and Ken let go of Yoji's mouth.
"Ken..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"Yotan, I...I want your next date to be with me." Ken stumbled, but became very sure of himself towards the end.
"No," Yoji replied simply, not wanting to make this any longer.
"Huh?" Ken sounded surprised, so Yoji cemented it.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because, I love you like a brother. And, I'm obessed with my curr-"
"You're straight, and abhor the idea of loving a guy." Ken summerized bleakly.
"Actually, no. I was about to say my current boyfriend." Yoji replied, starkly.
"Bbbbut-" Ken stuttered.
"Kenkun, I'm bi." Yoji explained, patiently. Ken just about fainted.
"I... I understand." Ken looked rather pale.
"Ken, are you ok?" Ken smiled rather weakly.
"Yeah, I'm fine Yotan. I have some errands to run." Ken left the room before Yoji could say anything else. He felt bad for his poor Little Brother Ken, becuase this was one of the few things he knew Big Brother Yoji couldn't help with. Hell, he had botched it up pretty badly. Out of curiosity he thought about Ken as a lover.
He started to imagine the smaller, more muscluar assassin laying under the covers, sleeping after a bit of tender love-making. He would stroke the tender cheek, as he held him tight. He would stir, and turn over, leaning his head against Yoji's chest. He would open his emerald green eyes, and aise his head to nibble lightly on Yoji's ear.
'Wait... Ken has brown eyes.' Yoji thought, stubbornly.
'Who ever said I was Ken?' 'Ken' replied, grinning. The rest of the face and body turned to his bed buddy. 'You broke that poor boy's heart just for me... Few lovers give out broken hearts of their friends to their current.' The voice was amused. 'I'm so proud.'
'I said I'd fax you.' Yoji replied tartly, banishing the image.
'I couldn't wait, besides, that was far most interesting than eavesdropping on anyone elses thoughts.'
'Whatever. Is Omi over there?' Yoji asked, changing the subject.
'Nein, I'm alone. No one is expected back until early.'
'Where did the psycho go?' Yoji asked, curiosly.
'Oh, him, he's locked up in his room. Tied to a wall, in a straight jacket, and secured with every precaution we can take. Why?'
'Don't worry. I'll be over in a few minutes.'
'I watch and make sure you are.' Rotkopf found a small niche in Yoji's brain where he could watch. 'Now hurry up, we only have tonight.'
'Fine, God, do I feel like a slut…' Yoji trailed off as he got his keys.