Hi minna! I'm back with the continuation... and I still don't know where this story is going. Just sat in front of the computer and typed away. So please, bear with me. I absolutely love Omi and Ken but there are not enough fics out there about them, so I thought of writing my own. This is to be a lemon... hopefully soon, when I get some inspiration. Well, enough of this, on with the show!
Untitled
By: Yuri-chan
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Disclaimers: I don't own WeißKreuz or the boys. Though it would sure be fun if I did.
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Omi let out a low groan as he gingerly lowered himself on the bed. The mission was a simple one. All he had to do was do a background check on the target, lure him out and the others would go for the kill. But it wasn't meant to be. The target just had to hire a small army especially for the occasion -- on the day he was supposed to die. The army was no match for Weiss, but it left Omi bone-tired and hurting all over. And to make things worse, he had classes and tons of deliveries the next day.
Omi let out another groan just as a light rap on the door was heard and Ken poked his head in.
"Omi?"
"Come in Kenkun," Omi called from the bed, not bothering to move.
"You okay? You look like a truck ran over you." Ken said, giving Omi a small grin.
"Tired. But still alive."
"Classes tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah..." Omi replied, closing his eyes.
"Get this off."
Omi's eyes shot open as Ken tugged on his shirt. "Wh... what?"
"Remove your shirt." Ken said as he sat beside Omi on the bed, continuing to pull at the fabric in his hands.
Omi scrambled to a sitting position, and stared wide-eyed at Ken. "Kenkun... " he murmured as the other boy proceeded to remove his shirt, smiling at him all the while.
"Now lie down..." Ken ordered, positioning Omi so that he was lying face down on the bed. "This'll make you feel so much better."
"Kenkun..." Omi began again, not knowing what Ken was up to and decidedly bothered about it.
"Shh..." Ken said as he leaned towards the younger boy and started kneading the tense muscles near his shoulders. "Wait... do you have oil Omi?"
"O...oil?"
"Yeah." Ken said earnestly. "It'll make it easier."
"What?" Omi asked, a jumble of images flooding his brain, making him blush furiously. " I think there's some... here!" Omi added, fishing out a vial of oil from one of the drawers of his night table and handing it to Ken. He still had no clue what Ken was up to but didn't bother to ask anymore since Ken obviously didn't get it that Omi had no idea whatsoever about what he was planning.
"Good. Now, you relax." Ken said as he poured a generous amount of oil on his hands and Omi's bare back and began a slow massage. Omi looked so much like a kid wearing only his customary shorts.
Ken suppressed a laugh at the thought of Omi as a helpless little boy that needed taking care of. Omi was not the least bit helpless as evidenced by the many missions he faced and braved along with the other older Weiss. In fact, if you really thought about it Omi was able to accomplish as much and sometimes even more than the rest of them could.
Ken continued massaging oil onto Omi's back, admiring the younger boy's form as he did so. Omi's skin was smooth and soft and hard at the same time. Ken could feel the tense muscles respond to his touch. A low moan of pleasure escaped Omi's lips and Ken smiled. It seems Omi WAS enjoying himself.
Omi tried suppressing another moan as Ken's expert fingers dug into his back. He heard Ken chuckle at his reaction.
"Like it?" Ken teased.
"Yes, Ken ku..n" Omi replied his words cut off as another moan escaped his lips. Ken had begun massaging his legs. He barely understood Ken's words as the latter began telling him about the training he used to do in J-league and how good a massage felt afterwards. All Omi could think of was how good Ken's hands felt and how wonderful it made him feel.
Omi sighed in pleasure and he felt his eyes close. He surrendered to the weariness he was feeling and promptly fell asleep.
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Omi let out a yawn as he stretched and slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at the clock by the bed and sat up in alarm.
Late. He was running late.
Omi leaped off the bed, grabbed a towel and disappeared into the adjoining bath for a quick shower. He slept so soundly, he didn't even hear the alarm clock go off.
Omi thought of Ken's hands on his back, moving up and down his spine. He thought of those same hands on his legs and thighs, the deliberate motions feeling so much like a caress. Omi flushed. What was he thinking? Ken was his friend, a very thoughtful friend who kept thinking of his welfare and who was slowly but surely driving him crazy.
Omi stood under the cold spray trying his best to wash away the image of Ken by his bed, oil-slicked hands moving against his skin, soft voice telling him of a past that he wished he could've shared. He thought of feeling Ken's breath on his nape, a ghost of a kiss planted there as he leaned over and whispered good night.
"What am I thinking?" Omi said aloud, trying to put reason in his overactive thoughts. "Ken dropped by to make sure I'm okay. He gave me a massage. Only a massage. He mentioned the time when he was still in J League, nothing more. He didn't really kiss me. He never will. He's my friend... and I'm late!"
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The day proceeded quite well for Omi. He was late but was able to get into his seat with the teacher hardly noticing. He got one of the highest grades in an exam he hardly studied for and he was able to steer his thoughts away from Ken. It turned out that all of his deliveries were concentrated in one general area and he didn't have to take a tour of the whole of Tokyo.
"So how's lover boy today?" Youji asked the youngest Weiss as he came in the shop escorted by the usual horde of fan girls.
"I'm fine Youji," Omi smiled making the girls around him swoon. He donned his apron and proceeded to check the inventory.
"We're getting to be a ladies man, eh?" Youji teased following the younger boy.
"Youji," Omi said, trying to be stern but failing miserably. "They're not my girls, they're customers. And customers are good for business."
"What's this about girls and business?" Ken asked, coming from the back, a couple of slips in his hand. He handed them to with a smile. Omi smiled back, trying hard not to think of Ken's hand, which brushed against his.
"So what's your ideal "customer?" Youji persisted.
"The kind that pays." Ran said not looking up from his work.
"Hmph" said Youji, eyeing Omi and the girls that pretended to check out the flowers.
"I think dark hair will do." Youji said, nodding to himself. "Nice legs won't hurt." he added glancing at a girl wearing shorts.
"Youji I'm not interested."
"And not uninterested either. Come on Omi who do you like?"
"Youji, I'm Not Interested In Girls!" Omi said exasperatedly.
"You DON'T want girls?" Youji teased.
"That's not what I meant!" Omi said flushing audibly.
"So what do YOU mean? You like the athletic types?" Youji said, smiling as another girl in shorts passed by.
"Youji, stop it will 'ya?" Omi said, really blushing this time.
"Youji..." Ran said, giving him another glare.
"Let the kid work, man." Ken said, trying to drag Youji to the back. But not before Youji caught sight of Omi's beet red face.
"So, it's the athletic type he likes..." Youji managed to say before he was completely dragged away by a determined Ken.
Ran gave the ex-detective a parting glare, then glanced at Omi who had his head bent, diligently studying the books, his mind obviously elsewhere.
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A/N: That's it for now. I wonder what will happen next. I guess we'll all just have to wait and see (including me ^_^).
Oh, and if I happen to be committing some grave OOCness, forgive me. Just put it down to poetic license. Most of the time I don't know what I'm talking about anyway.
Thanks to a certain "goddess" (dyosa!) for the advice. Thanks for all the reviews!
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Yuri Maxwell
shini-gami@excite.com
Untitled
By: Yuri-chan
~*~*~
Disclaimers: I don't own WeißKreuz or the boys. Though it would sure be fun if I did.
~*~*~
Omi let out a low groan as he gingerly lowered himself on the bed. The mission was a simple one. All he had to do was do a background check on the target, lure him out and the others would go for the kill. But it wasn't meant to be. The target just had to hire a small army especially for the occasion -- on the day he was supposed to die. The army was no match for Weiss, but it left Omi bone-tired and hurting all over. And to make things worse, he had classes and tons of deliveries the next day.
Omi let out another groan just as a light rap on the door was heard and Ken poked his head in.
"Omi?"
"Come in Kenkun," Omi called from the bed, not bothering to move.
"You okay? You look like a truck ran over you." Ken said, giving Omi a small grin.
"Tired. But still alive."
"Classes tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah..." Omi replied, closing his eyes.
"Get this off."
Omi's eyes shot open as Ken tugged on his shirt. "Wh... what?"
"Remove your shirt." Ken said as he sat beside Omi on the bed, continuing to pull at the fabric in his hands.
Omi scrambled to a sitting position, and stared wide-eyed at Ken. "Kenkun... " he murmured as the other boy proceeded to remove his shirt, smiling at him all the while.
"Now lie down..." Ken ordered, positioning Omi so that he was lying face down on the bed. "This'll make you feel so much better."
"Kenkun..." Omi began again, not knowing what Ken was up to and decidedly bothered about it.
"Shh..." Ken said as he leaned towards the younger boy and started kneading the tense muscles near his shoulders. "Wait... do you have oil Omi?"
"O...oil?"
"Yeah." Ken said earnestly. "It'll make it easier."
"What?" Omi asked, a jumble of images flooding his brain, making him blush furiously. " I think there's some... here!" Omi added, fishing out a vial of oil from one of the drawers of his night table and handing it to Ken. He still had no clue what Ken was up to but didn't bother to ask anymore since Ken obviously didn't get it that Omi had no idea whatsoever about what he was planning.
"Good. Now, you relax." Ken said as he poured a generous amount of oil on his hands and Omi's bare back and began a slow massage. Omi looked so much like a kid wearing only his customary shorts.
Ken suppressed a laugh at the thought of Omi as a helpless little boy that needed taking care of. Omi was not the least bit helpless as evidenced by the many missions he faced and braved along with the other older Weiss. In fact, if you really thought about it Omi was able to accomplish as much and sometimes even more than the rest of them could.
Ken continued massaging oil onto Omi's back, admiring the younger boy's form as he did so. Omi's skin was smooth and soft and hard at the same time. Ken could feel the tense muscles respond to his touch. A low moan of pleasure escaped Omi's lips and Ken smiled. It seems Omi WAS enjoying himself.
Omi tried suppressing another moan as Ken's expert fingers dug into his back. He heard Ken chuckle at his reaction.
"Like it?" Ken teased.
"Yes, Ken ku..n" Omi replied his words cut off as another moan escaped his lips. Ken had begun massaging his legs. He barely understood Ken's words as the latter began telling him about the training he used to do in J-league and how good a massage felt afterwards. All Omi could think of was how good Ken's hands felt and how wonderful it made him feel.
Omi sighed in pleasure and he felt his eyes close. He surrendered to the weariness he was feeling and promptly fell asleep.
~*~*~
Omi let out a yawn as he stretched and slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at the clock by the bed and sat up in alarm.
Late. He was running late.
Omi leaped off the bed, grabbed a towel and disappeared into the adjoining bath for a quick shower. He slept so soundly, he didn't even hear the alarm clock go off.
Omi thought of Ken's hands on his back, moving up and down his spine. He thought of those same hands on his legs and thighs, the deliberate motions feeling so much like a caress. Omi flushed. What was he thinking? Ken was his friend, a very thoughtful friend who kept thinking of his welfare and who was slowly but surely driving him crazy.
Omi stood under the cold spray trying his best to wash away the image of Ken by his bed, oil-slicked hands moving against his skin, soft voice telling him of a past that he wished he could've shared. He thought of feeling Ken's breath on his nape, a ghost of a kiss planted there as he leaned over and whispered good night.
"What am I thinking?" Omi said aloud, trying to put reason in his overactive thoughts. "Ken dropped by to make sure I'm okay. He gave me a massage. Only a massage. He mentioned the time when he was still in J League, nothing more. He didn't really kiss me. He never will. He's my friend... and I'm late!"
~*~*~
The day proceeded quite well for Omi. He was late but was able to get into his seat with the teacher hardly noticing. He got one of the highest grades in an exam he hardly studied for and he was able to steer his thoughts away from Ken. It turned out that all of his deliveries were concentrated in one general area and he didn't have to take a tour of the whole of Tokyo.
"So how's lover boy today?" Youji asked the youngest Weiss as he came in the shop escorted by the usual horde of fan girls.
"I'm fine Youji," Omi smiled making the girls around him swoon. He donned his apron and proceeded to check the inventory.
"We're getting to be a ladies man, eh?" Youji teased following the younger boy.
"Youji," Omi said, trying to be stern but failing miserably. "They're not my girls, they're customers. And customers are good for business."
"What's this about girls and business?" Ken asked, coming from the back, a couple of slips in his hand. He handed them to with a smile. Omi smiled back, trying hard not to think of Ken's hand, which brushed against his.
"So what's your ideal "customer?" Youji persisted.
"The kind that pays." Ran said not looking up from his work.
"Hmph" said Youji, eyeing Omi and the girls that pretended to check out the flowers.
"I think dark hair will do." Youji said, nodding to himself. "Nice legs won't hurt." he added glancing at a girl wearing shorts.
"Youji I'm not interested."
"And not uninterested either. Come on Omi who do you like?"
"Youji, I'm Not Interested In Girls!" Omi said exasperatedly.
"You DON'T want girls?" Youji teased.
"That's not what I meant!" Omi said flushing audibly.
"So what do YOU mean? You like the athletic types?" Youji said, smiling as another girl in shorts passed by.
"Youji, stop it will 'ya?" Omi said, really blushing this time.
"Youji..." Ran said, giving him another glare.
"Let the kid work, man." Ken said, trying to drag Youji to the back. But not before Youji caught sight of Omi's beet red face.
"So, it's the athletic type he likes..." Youji managed to say before he was completely dragged away by a determined Ken.
Ran gave the ex-detective a parting glare, then glanced at Omi who had his head bent, diligently studying the books, his mind obviously elsewhere.
~*~*~
A/N: That's it for now. I wonder what will happen next. I guess we'll all just have to wait and see (including me ^_^).
Oh, and if I happen to be committing some grave OOCness, forgive me. Just put it down to poetic license. Most of the time I don't know what I'm talking about anyway.
Thanks to a certain "goddess" (dyosa!) for the advice. Thanks for all the reviews!
~*~*~
Yuri Maxwell
shini-gami@excite.com