Lust
By Tien Riu
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Disclaimer:
Weiss Kreuz and all characters do not belong to me. Plot (what little there is of it ^_^) and depiction of characters are mine.
C&C, R&R and any other derivation there of including flames will be appreciated.
"Lust" is the first of three Weiss Kreuz stories that are determinedly yaoi (that means homosexual relationships for the initiated) and (unfortunately, since I was aiming for a PWP at the start and failed miserable) plot-driven. For those who are interested, "Do you believe in sin?" is a short background story to this series - however, you don't need to read it to understand anything that happens.
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Prologue
Youji
"Lust."
It took me several seconds to realise that the word coming from innocent and young Omi's lips was sex-related. It took me several more to actually believe that last night's overindulgence hadn't killed enough brain cells to make hallucinations a true possibility.
"What?"
Omi pursed his mouth, blue eyes flickering with impatience - and looked young, very, very young, "Lust." He repeated, and stood there, staring at me as if expecting some response.
"Well yes, I do suffer from lust on occasion - but not at this particular moment." I arched an eyebrow, staring down at him, "Use more words, Omittchi. I had a late night, early morning and the coffee maker's broken."
"Ever considered instant, Yotan?" Ken called as he wobbled past with a stack of black pots.
I resisted the urge to trip him after that horrendous suggestion - instant should never enter anybody's vocabulary.
Omi was glaring at me, large blue eyes filled with ire - and making him look about as dangerous as a cherub with a bow and arrow. Considering he's almost as deadly with projectiles as he is with a keyboard and a broadband connection, that particular mental image made a strange sort of sense.
"Lust, Youji." He repeated, "Don't you remember?"
I sighed, "Omi - my brain isn't working fast enough for this -"
"Does it ever?" Ken - on the way back from wherever he stacked the pots.
"Shut up Ken-Ken." I snapped, "What's lust got to do with anything Omi?"
"With you, Yotan?" Ken wobbled past again, juggling two pots of flowers, "Everything I'd assume."
Aya was not happy about finding the hibiscus carcass lying on the newly mopped floor amidst the broken potshards. I didn't bother to point out that it could have been worse - Omi might have been slower and then the orchids would have been lying on the floor too.
As it turned out, 'Lust' was the code-name Manx - in her strange and possibly warped mind - had chosen to name the latest mission Kritiker's analysts had devised.
The reason why I didn't recognise it was because Manx had arrived, without notice, yesterday night, while I had been out on my date with the delectable Jay Bennett - an American working for a year in Japan and desperately happy to find somebody who could speak fluent English.
Which, it seems, was part of the reason why I ended up working on 'Lust'. The other part was that there was, literally, nobody else.
The mission was riddled with problems from the beginning.
To begin with, Omi was Weiss' best information operative - nobody was better at doing information gathering than Omittchi. Ken usually backed him, and thus, had become the best amongst us at maintaining deep cover. Something about the innocence the two of them emanate I guess. Nobody ever suspected either of them in the eight missions previous to this that required those particular talents. Before Aya arrived, and Weiss qualified for killing missions more regularly, the majority of the work Omi and Ken got were deep cover work.
That was half the reason why they worked together - the other was the silent agreement between Omi and me to keep Ken and Aya separated as much as possible since that first memorable meeting between the two of them that ended with Aya in my bed.
Unfortunately, the mission required deep under cover for a period of no less than two months. Omi had mid-year exams; which left Aya, the only other Weiss operative who was trained in information retrieval (or hacking, as we all like to call it). Ken, who could do the figurative maths as well as the rest of us, promptly refused the mission. Which left me. And Aya. Working together.
At the time, it didn't seem such a terrible idea.
Just another mission.
Which goes to show that some days, the sound of trickling water is really a sliding avalanche of rocks.
Omi finished running me through the mission details during the quiet time (between 1:07 and 3:15 in the afternoon - don't ask me why it's so precise, I don't know, though my current theory is that one of the school girls has perfected speed-of-light travel). I found out about the deep-cover part while I was watering the orchids, the fact that Aya was my partner while I cleared the arrangement bench for use, and what that deep-cover involved, unfortunately, while I was cutting the flowers to go into the arrangement.
"What?!"
Or at least I would have yelled that if I hadn't been sucking the blood from the cut on my finger when Omi had spoken. Instead, I jerked upright and stared at him, my sunglasses sliding completely off my nose, landing on the just-mopped brilliance of the Koneko floor. It clattered, drawing the attention of Ken - who caught my eye, grinned cheerfully, and went back to whatever it was he was doing.
The bastard - now that I think of it, he wasn't scheduled to work that day, he just 'decided to help'.
"You've got to be kidding." (actually it came out more like 'You'd god t'a be kibbin'' but you get the picture) I was staring at Omi, the last vestiges of my composure figuratively dangling around my legs in the shock.
I swear, that kid has a sadistic sense of humour under all that innocence.
"Tell me you're kidding." I said, "This is some sort of joke right?"
Omi shook his head, and actually grinned, "Nope. You and Aya - deep cover, two months. Seems about right to me." He said, "Aya accepted, Ken said no, I can't - so that means you have to go in."
"I get that bit. It's the part where we're supposed to be gay lovers that I want clarification on." I bit out, "That part's the joke right?"
"Nope." I never thought I'd find a day when Omi's 'cheery' sent cold shivers down my spine, "It's all in the mission briefs."
"Which I didn't read."
"Which you didn't read. Even though -" he paused, looking at me expectantly.
The ball, to use a sports metaphor, was completely in his court, and I was locked outside.
Without any equipment.
And naked.
I sighed. I had obviously done something truly despicable if little Omittchi wanted this much pain and suffering from me. So, like a man, I'd have to take my shots - though if Ken smirked at me one more time, his bugnucks were going to find somewhere new to be sheathed in.
"Even though they were waiting for me when I got home -"
"And your shift didn't start until -?" Omi prompted.
"Didn't start until 11." I finished.
He beamed at me, "Do you want me to give you a synopsis, Yo-tan?"
"Yes. Why not? It can't get any worse. Surely."
Omi might not do sarcasm very well, but he had irony down pat.
As it turned out, the mission also included several other pertinent facts, starting with the reason why Kritiker was using Weiss operatives for an information-gathering mission.
Ikudo Tamahino, head of Research and Development for Telco Org, ran a small research facility situated on a small tropical island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. His research involved male impotency. (Oh but it gets better)
Couples - both heterosexual and homosexual, although, understandably, only couples that involved a male at some point were involved - were sourced from various countries, including Japan, and paid large amounts of money to travel to the tropical island in the Pacific. Since it sounded - and as far as the authorities knew, amounted to - a free vacation in a tropical locale, most couples agreed willingly.
Two months ago, one of Kritiker's analyst teams had discovered several discrepancies in Edo Incorporated, a subsidiary of Telco Org. There wasn't enough information, but it was enough to make Persia suspicious of precisely what Tamahino was researching on his little island. The suspicions were basically confirmed and underlined several times when the two teams sent to the island vanished. The last managed one data packet before contact was lost - Kritiker believes that Tamahino is creating mind-altering drugs for Telco Org. Specifically, creating mind-altering drugs intended for use to create the 'perfect soldier'. (As if that hasn't been attempted before)
The mission objectives were to find out the truth. And if, Tamahino was creating mind-altering drugs and using the couples on the island as human guinea pigs, Weiss' target became Tamahino. The only fail-safe was that before assassinating Tamahino, we would have to alert Manx on our findings - on the off chance we failed and another team had to be sent in. It went without saying that the research findings would be destroyed, as would the facilities on Tamahino's island.
Weiss hadn't been Kritiker's first choice, but a last minute injury - or so Manx had indicated, according to Omi - had made us their only choice.
And because Omi had exams, it would be Aya and me flying to the little Pacific island to live in close quarters for a period of no less than two months. But it wasn't the 'gay' couple part of the description that had me in a cold sweat. It was the fact that 'my' part of the mission was to be the flamboyant, attention-gathering, impotent lover.
Did I mention 'impotent'?