The Spandex Sequel

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            Ken awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking from within the kitchen. Blinking open his eyes, the brunette sat up and sniffed the air, the scent of bacon wafting in his nostrils as drool collected in the corner of his mouth. The covers were thrown back and he climbed eagerly out of bed, dashing down to the small kitchenette to find. . .

"HOLY SHIT!"

Three pairs of eyes rose evenly to greet Ken. Aya looked back down at his newspaper after raising a crimson brow at the outburst before continuing on with his article. Rubbing his eyes, Siberian blinked and when the image of his fellow assassins dressed in various bright colors of spandex did not disappear, his jaw muscles failed and he gaped at them. Yohji looked up curiously at him, blinking from behind his tiny eye mask and asking what the matter was. Omi, who had remained silent throughout the whole ordeal turned from the stove where he had been cooking and grinned, pointing at the other two men dressed equally goofy as he.


"They're our new superhero outfits!" he cheered enthusiastically. "D'ya like??"

            Ken eyed the green and yellow outfit Yohji was in as the lanky blond got to his feet. In the middle of his chest were the words Playboy scrawled on in black magic marker. The silent red head also stood, allowing the brunette to trail his eyes over the expanse of Aya's attire. Drool. Ken gawked at the slim fitting of the black cat suit, purple and red eye shadow running under his brows and along his eyelids, making a winged shape as it flared out from the corner of the amethyst eyes. He was interrupted in his staring as Omi tugged on his wrinkled sleep shirt. Blinking down at him, he had to do a double take when he noticed that the color of the boy's suit had changed. Or had it? Frowning, he brushed it off as lack of sleep and gave a weak smile in his younger comrade's direction. The orange spandex shorts and knee high, blue boots, heels and all, accompanied a dark blue vest which looked two sizes two small, as if he'd found it in the women's department; with Omi, that wasn't uncommon.

"Well? Do you like?!" the teen asked with glee.

"Is it a crime if I don't?" Ken asked sheepishly as he turned his head to the side, not speaking to anyone in particular. "And they thought my fashion sense was bad."

The ex-soccer goalie received a death glare from Aya, causing him to shiver in spite of himself.

"They're. . . um, spandex outfits," the brunette shrugged lamely. What was he supposed to say? He didn't like liars nor did he like to lie.

"So you like them???" Omi cheered and ran out, leaving breakfast to burn in the pan before returning with a neon pink spandex jumpsuit.

"Oh hell no. . ." Ken murmured as the other boy shoved it in his arms.

"Get dressed," the red head said evenly.

"Yeah, Kenny-chan, don't be a party-pooper," Yohji grinned.

"Go," Aya commanded again, another icy glare sent in the brunette's direction.

"Damn, Abs, you can't expect me to where this??" Ken whined as he held up the fluorescent suit. "It's pink for goodness sake!"

"Go," Abyssinian growled.

            Sulking off, Siberian grumbled and cursed as he changed before stalking back into the kitchen in the outfit, cheap plastic kitten ears and all.

"I hate you," he said evenly as the three looked in his direction.

A miniscule twitch occurred in the corner of Aya's lips before looking down at the paper again. Omi seemed enthusiastic about all of his teammates dressed like the many heroes he'd read about in comics from the United States.

"This is ridiculous! Why d'we hafta wear costumes???" the brunette griped, collapsing in the chair across from Aya.

            The redhead rose and Ken winced, knowing he was about to reprimanded for whining so much. Yohji and Omi gave each other a sideways glance before leaving the room. Fights between the two usually got ugly. As Aya moved around to stand beside the brunette, he pulled the chair out a little from the table and moved to straddle the other's lap. A blush crept up on Siberian's cheeks and he leaned back a little as slender arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Um. . . Aya?" he blinked, shrinking under the intense gaze that seemed magnified because of the make-up. Ken had to briefly wonder if they drugged his fellow assassin in order to get him into the stuff.

"Shut up," came the husky order as the pale face loomed closer.

"But, I'm strai~ght," he squeaked.

"And I'm a woman."

Ken blinked and thought about that for a moment. "You know that is possible because you're awfully effeminate—ack!"

He was silenced as Aya's lips were on his, a forceful kiss leaving his mouth aching and on fire, but wanting more. Hesitantly, his own arms snaked their way around the other's narrow waist, eagerly responding to the warmth of Abyssinian's bruising kiss. As the redhead pulled away, Ken blinked in shock. "Oh my God. . ."

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"I'm gay!"

            Collective stares were sent in Ken's sleeping form on the couch before they all looked at each other.

"Aya-kun," Omi suggested sheepishly, "perhaps you should go wake Ken-kun up."

"Hn," the other replied gruffly, ignoring the sniggers Yohji was giving before rising from his place on the arm chair and to the couch Ken had passed out on last night after the mission. Shaking the boy rather roughly, he growled in irritation when Siberian refused to be awakened. Stalking out, he returned with a glass of cold water and dumped it indifferently on the brunette.

"Gah!" the once sleeping figure cried. "What the hell didja. . . Aya?" Blinking, a deep blush crept across Ken's cheeks.

"You have have some explaining to do, Hidaka," the taller assassin said evenly.

Omi and Yohji glanced at each other and slipped silently out of the room, knowing their place. Upon their leave, the brunette chuckled sheepishly, glancing away from Aya until deceptively slender fingers hooked under his chin and forced their gazes to lock.

"Well," Ken began, "I had this dream and. . ."

~Owari~

A/N: D Mwhahaha. ^^ That leaves open for a lemon if I want. ^^ Then again. . . x.x I still hafta write one up for Bunnies, Condoms, and Flowers. . Eek. Anyhoo, I hope that spandex continuation was enough to feed your guys' appetite for Weiss in kinky superhero outfits. I personally liked Ken's dream. *-* Aya can straddle me any day! Review now, please!