#Blackjack on a Saturday Night#
Chapter 5
You know the drill, or you wouldn't have made it this far. Its yaoi, male/ male relationships. Language issues; if you have issues with these issues, I'll issue you a pass out of here. I'll put my semi AU note in too. . . .
NOTE: Schu and Ken have not met before so they are not enemies. I don't know where the rest of Schwarz is. Maybe they'll pop up later. Umm, this plot is not deep and soul touching. It's just for fun. They're in Las Vegas for crying out loud! Hope you like!
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Ken breathed out a heavy sigh and sunk beneath the miniature waves of his bubble bath. The water was clinging to lukewarm and only now did his mind concede to deal with the series of unsettling events that had occurred in the last fourteen and a half hours. After Aya's surprise entrance, his brain had basically turned off. He remembered shoving the protesting redhead out into the hall, followed closely by his reeking clothes and empty vodka bottles. Then he had locked the door twice. After that he didn't know what had happened. He *may* have grabbed a towel and screamed point blank into it until he ran out of air. He *may* have stared at himself in the mirror for long moments without blinking. He *may* have passed out from shock. He *may* have done nothing at all.
All Ken knew when he finally came to his senses was that he wanted a bath. Not that he was overwhelmed with a feeling of being dirty, but baths generally helped him figure things out when he was stressed. Washing and relaxing in a tub full of bubbles was usually just what he needed to clear his head and think about the situation anew. Usually.
So without a word he had turned on the faucets, filling the bathtub with hot water and every soap, bath crystal, and oil available on the counter. The resulting bath was obscenely fragrant and almost unbearably warm. Ken loved it.
Ken slouched forward in the luxuriously large tub, nose to the cool porcelain side, eye level with the yellow bathing sponge sitting on the ledge. He glared at the innocuous object, as if this whole mess were its fault. It may as well have been. Why not? Nothing else in this entire had gone right or even made sense. Like why didn't he have a massive hangover from his gratuitous drinking last night? And why couldn't he remember how the hell he had gotten into the room? And why did Schuldig know his last name? And why oh why had Aya walked in on him with a NAKED stranger?! In such a perverse universe, why *couldn't* this all be the fault of the sponge? Why not indeed?
"You are losing it Ken," he muttered to himself, sitting up. So what if things were weird? He was on vacations dammit. In all practicality his flame haired lover was just a one night stand. And if he knew his team leader, Aya would have absolutely no inclination to tell another soul about Ken's love life. All he had to do was destroy the evidence of last night, and he was good to go.
On impulse he gave the sponge a hefty swat and it plunked into the bath. He grinned.
"Ken : one, sponge : zero."
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He had just thrown the last soiled towel into a laundry bag and given it discreetly to a maid along with a especially generous tip when the youngest member of Weiss came whistling down the hall. Omi broke into a grin when he saw the brunette soccer player.
"Hey Ken!" he said brightly. "How was your evening?"
"ahh-fine! Great! Thanks, you?"
"Fun! Aya and I played some games and then walked around the city for a bit. I can't believe this city Ken! Its so full of. of.I don't know! Anyway we were touring the Strip, you know, all the major palaces. The newest ones are soooo cool! And the people! Wow. I saw this one guy with outrageously orange hair making out with somebody like there was no tomorrow! It just amazes me that people can do that in public and--"
"Have you seen Yohji?" Ken interrupted hurriedly. He could feel a blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Is he still sleeping in?"
Omi chuckled. "Yohji hasn't gone to bed yet Ken," he said. "If he did, *you* would have known. He *is* rooming with you, you know." The blonde's cornflower-blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Ahh right," Ken stammered.
"Are you okay Ken?" Omi asked. "You look a little flushed." He eyed the older boy worriedly.
"Uh, uh, it's the heat! Yeah, you know I guess this Las Vegas heat is just getting to me." In the air-conditioned hallway, Ken added silently. Fortunately Omi didn't seem to mind his poor response, already beaming as he thought of another idea.
"Hey I know!" he said. "Let's check out the pool! If we get there early we can get lounge chairs!" How could he say "no" to that face? Ken groaned. Omi had already pushed past him into the room and was rifling through his suit case for his swimming trunks. "C'mon Ken," he called over his shoulder to the brunette. "It'll be fun!"
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"Fun," Ken thought grumpily as he waded through the waist deep turquoise water. "Sure." Yeah the weather was perfect for sunbathing and swimming. Yeah Omi was right and Las Vegas did offer spectacular pools and tropical scenery. But was there *anywhere* he could look to enjoy it without seeing some girl blatantly trying to catch his eye? Not a chance.
I'm gay! he yelled at them mentally
I know a subtle voice hinted. Ken looked up to meet a familiar pair of jade green eyes slanting through green tinged sunglasses. With his radiant red-orange mane free to cascade over those bare tanned shoulders, he looked like some kind of desert sun god. And boy did he know it.
In the mix of surprised emotions he felt upon laying eyes on redhead Ken couldn't be sure if he had actually heard the words that came to his mind or if it had just been his own imagination of what he thought Schuldig would say. Of course he had to have imagined it, it was too noisy for such a soft, seductive phrase to carry this far over..
Schuldig picked up a card he was using as a bookmark and fanned it in his hand. His body language was as explicit as any spoken tone.
Look familiar?
Ken gave a start. But that was- - - wasn't that- - -
Hey! Ken shouted indignantly as he clenched his fists under the water. So *that's* how he got back to the room last night! The soccer player could feel the other's laughter as well as read the open smirk on his face.
"Finders keepers, Ken," the redhead called out from the lounge chairs. "See you tonight!" Quick as a flash he was on his feet and striding away. Ken scrambled in confusion and anger.
Have. To. Get. Out. Of. Pool. And. Tackle. The. Bastard!
By the time Ken was stood dripping on the concrete pathway along the chlorinated expanse of water, Schuldig was no where in sight. Ken cursed under his breath. Well he'd be damned if he'd let the flame haired man hold onto his room key!
We'll see about that Ken Ken
Okay, this time he definitely hadn't imagined it. This was getting weird.
Score one sponge.
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Hey there! Its been a while since the last update. Thank you so much for continuing to review! It means sooo much to me! Wowie. I just really appreciate all the feedback everyone, it really does make me want to write more on this fic if I know that people like it or have comments to share.
Hmm, Schu is being a tease again isn't he? Will Ken get his room key back? Will Omi find out exactly *who* was making out on the Venetian balcony? And just *what* was Yohji up to last night? What do you think?? I'd love to hear some ideas, I've got a few myself but I'm also open to suggestions. Thanks for reading!
PS. I know that I update sporadically ::winces::, but I'd still like your opinion on the outcome of the chapters. If you leave an email address, I'll send you a message when I update? If you'd like? Yes, no, maybe so? Just let me know!
Reviews highly appreciated!
~~Lady Kickass ^_~
Chapter 5
You know the drill, or you wouldn't have made it this far. Its yaoi, male/ male relationships. Language issues; if you have issues with these issues, I'll issue you a pass out of here. I'll put my semi AU note in too. . . .
NOTE: Schu and Ken have not met before so they are not enemies. I don't know where the rest of Schwarz is. Maybe they'll pop up later. Umm, this plot is not deep and soul touching. It's just for fun. They're in Las Vegas for crying out loud! Hope you like!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ken breathed out a heavy sigh and sunk beneath the miniature waves of his bubble bath. The water was clinging to lukewarm and only now did his mind concede to deal with the series of unsettling events that had occurred in the last fourteen and a half hours. After Aya's surprise entrance, his brain had basically turned off. He remembered shoving the protesting redhead out into the hall, followed closely by his reeking clothes and empty vodka bottles. Then he had locked the door twice. After that he didn't know what had happened. He *may* have grabbed a towel and screamed point blank into it until he ran out of air. He *may* have stared at himself in the mirror for long moments without blinking. He *may* have passed out from shock. He *may* have done nothing at all.
All Ken knew when he finally came to his senses was that he wanted a bath. Not that he was overwhelmed with a feeling of being dirty, but baths generally helped him figure things out when he was stressed. Washing and relaxing in a tub full of bubbles was usually just what he needed to clear his head and think about the situation anew. Usually.
So without a word he had turned on the faucets, filling the bathtub with hot water and every soap, bath crystal, and oil available on the counter. The resulting bath was obscenely fragrant and almost unbearably warm. Ken loved it.
Ken slouched forward in the luxuriously large tub, nose to the cool porcelain side, eye level with the yellow bathing sponge sitting on the ledge. He glared at the innocuous object, as if this whole mess were its fault. It may as well have been. Why not? Nothing else in this entire had gone right or even made sense. Like why didn't he have a massive hangover from his gratuitous drinking last night? And why couldn't he remember how the hell he had gotten into the room? And why did Schuldig know his last name? And why oh why had Aya walked in on him with a NAKED stranger?! In such a perverse universe, why *couldn't* this all be the fault of the sponge? Why not indeed?
"You are losing it Ken," he muttered to himself, sitting up. So what if things were weird? He was on vacations dammit. In all practicality his flame haired lover was just a one night stand. And if he knew his team leader, Aya would have absolutely no inclination to tell another soul about Ken's love life. All he had to do was destroy the evidence of last night, and he was good to go.
On impulse he gave the sponge a hefty swat and it plunked into the bath. He grinned.
"Ken : one, sponge : zero."
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He had just thrown the last soiled towel into a laundry bag and given it discreetly to a maid along with a especially generous tip when the youngest member of Weiss came whistling down the hall. Omi broke into a grin when he saw the brunette soccer player.
"Hey Ken!" he said brightly. "How was your evening?"
"ahh-fine! Great! Thanks, you?"
"Fun! Aya and I played some games and then walked around the city for a bit. I can't believe this city Ken! Its so full of. of.I don't know! Anyway we were touring the Strip, you know, all the major palaces. The newest ones are soooo cool! And the people! Wow. I saw this one guy with outrageously orange hair making out with somebody like there was no tomorrow! It just amazes me that people can do that in public and--"
"Have you seen Yohji?" Ken interrupted hurriedly. He could feel a blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Is he still sleeping in?"
Omi chuckled. "Yohji hasn't gone to bed yet Ken," he said. "If he did, *you* would have known. He *is* rooming with you, you know." The blonde's cornflower-blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Ahh right," Ken stammered.
"Are you okay Ken?" Omi asked. "You look a little flushed." He eyed the older boy worriedly.
"Uh, uh, it's the heat! Yeah, you know I guess this Las Vegas heat is just getting to me." In the air-conditioned hallway, Ken added silently. Fortunately Omi didn't seem to mind his poor response, already beaming as he thought of another idea.
"Hey I know!" he said. "Let's check out the pool! If we get there early we can get lounge chairs!" How could he say "no" to that face? Ken groaned. Omi had already pushed past him into the room and was rifling through his suit case for his swimming trunks. "C'mon Ken," he called over his shoulder to the brunette. "It'll be fun!"
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"Fun," Ken thought grumpily as he waded through the waist deep turquoise water. "Sure." Yeah the weather was perfect for sunbathing and swimming. Yeah Omi was right and Las Vegas did offer spectacular pools and tropical scenery. But was there *anywhere* he could look to enjoy it without seeing some girl blatantly trying to catch his eye? Not a chance.
I'm gay! he yelled at them mentally
I know a subtle voice hinted. Ken looked up to meet a familiar pair of jade green eyes slanting through green tinged sunglasses. With his radiant red-orange mane free to cascade over those bare tanned shoulders, he looked like some kind of desert sun god. And boy did he know it.
In the mix of surprised emotions he felt upon laying eyes on redhead Ken couldn't be sure if he had actually heard the words that came to his mind or if it had just been his own imagination of what he thought Schuldig would say. Of course he had to have imagined it, it was too noisy for such a soft, seductive phrase to carry this far over..
Schuldig picked up a card he was using as a bookmark and fanned it in his hand. His body language was as explicit as any spoken tone.
Look familiar?
Ken gave a start. But that was- - - wasn't that- - -
Hey! Ken shouted indignantly as he clenched his fists under the water. So *that's* how he got back to the room last night! The soccer player could feel the other's laughter as well as read the open smirk on his face.
"Finders keepers, Ken," the redhead called out from the lounge chairs. "See you tonight!" Quick as a flash he was on his feet and striding away. Ken scrambled in confusion and anger.
Have. To. Get. Out. Of. Pool. And. Tackle. The. Bastard!
By the time Ken was stood dripping on the concrete pathway along the chlorinated expanse of water, Schuldig was no where in sight. Ken cursed under his breath. Well he'd be damned if he'd let the flame haired man hold onto his room key!
We'll see about that Ken Ken
Okay, this time he definitely hadn't imagined it. This was getting weird.
Score one sponge.
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Hey there! Its been a while since the last update. Thank you so much for continuing to review! It means sooo much to me! Wowie. I just really appreciate all the feedback everyone, it really does make me want to write more on this fic if I know that people like it or have comments to share.
Hmm, Schu is being a tease again isn't he? Will Ken get his room key back? Will Omi find out exactly *who* was making out on the Venetian balcony? And just *what* was Yohji up to last night? What do you think?? I'd love to hear some ideas, I've got a few myself but I'm also open to suggestions. Thanks for reading!
PS. I know that I update sporadically ::winces::, but I'd still like your opinion on the outcome of the chapters. If you leave an email address, I'll send you a message when I update? If you'd like? Yes, no, maybe so? Just let me know!
Reviews highly appreciated!
~~Lady Kickass ^_~