##Blackjack on a Saturday Night##
Ken had to admit Las Vegas boasted some pretty nice pools. Sprawling lagoons, shrouded by tropical greenery and dotted with several large waterfalls made for a very relaxing vacation spot. It also made one hell of a hide-and-seek game.
After a lengthy and fruitless search for the redheaded demon, he finally settled himself in the biggest pool, the one with an enormous waterfall cascading in a semicircle from an equally gigantic clam shell adorning a rocky ledge. There was a little private pocket of water behind the cascading waterfall, and a ledge built into the bordering wall. But no room key.
Ken sighed, discouraged. He slipped into the water and kicked half- heartedly along the perimeter. But as luck would have it, he caught a glimpse of flame and had the sense to duck behind side of the winding pool. The Schuldig entered the water, an inner tube under one arm, his back to Ken as he carefully made sure his sunglasses were in place. He artfully arranged himself in the floating pool toy, keeping his sunset locks clear of the chlorinated water. From all appearances he was content to lean back and soak up the rays from atop his peaceful, floating perch.
Ken intended to cut that short as soon as possible.
After waiting a few minutes to let the redhead settle in, Ken made his move. As quietly and quickly as possible, he came up alongside the inner tube and its occupant, and then pushed down one edge with all his might.
"Gotcha!" Ken crowed in triumph as he flipped the German headfirst into the clear expanse of water. A look of total surprise crossed Schu's handsome features before he was totally engulfed. Ken didn't wait around to see him resurface, after actually realizing what he had done. Wisely he pivoted in the water and made his way as quickly as he could to relative safety of the shelf behind the enclosing waterfall. At least he thought it was safe.
Ken peered anxiously from his ledge to the spot where he had pushed Schuldig in. After what seemed an eternity, the now drenched assassin rose up from the water, green sunglasses in a loose fist. Green eyes narrowed as Schuldig surveyed the pool slowly, his gaze penetrating. Ken gave an involuntary little gasp. When the eyes locked on him, he forgot to breathe for a moment.
Schuldig shook out his wet mane roughly, spraying water droplets that glistened in the desert sun. Gripping the metal arms of his sunglasses in his teeth, he settled down on the surface of the water, his eyes never leaving Ken's. He began to stalk his prey.
Schuldig moved towards Ken, as confident as a crocodile slinking down his personal stretch of the Nile. Ken gulped. He certainly looked about as dangerous. The fact that only water separated them was not comforting in the least, since said expanse was quickly diminishing. If Ken had been about ten feet away and on dry land, he may have seen the absurdity of the situation. He may have, like Schu had told him before, been able to halt his wild thoughts long enough for some rational ones to surface.
None of this happened you understand. Ken was absolutely transfixed on the image of the desert deity approaching him. The redhead made the water caress his perfect form as every smooth stroke rippled like silk over his body, leaving an elegant and nearly invisible wake. He was soundless, his moves seemingly effortless and full of predatory grace. The jade eyes were smoky with lust and revenge, reptilian narrowed. Ken's heart thumped in his chest, the rate increasing exponentially with the decreasing distance between them. Nervous anticipation flooded his system as he watched the older man approach.
Schuldig made a feral grin in response to the obvious effect he was having on the young soccer player. A slice of white bared teeth caused Ken's overactive heart to skip a beat. Wide eyes opened wider as Schuldig ducked beneath the waterfall and came up smoothly on the other side, his eyes still trained on Ken. Ken watched dumbfounded and rooted to the spot as the redhead neared until he was a mere hand span away. He had to will himself not to shiver under that piercing gemstone gaze. The vision spoke.
"So Kenken, you think you're pretty funny, hunh?" The low tone and sultry inflection all but had Ken melting right there and then. The still strong sense of danger intoxicated his senses, focusing on the beautiful man in front of him. He found himself speechless.
"Hmmm," Schuldig half-growled in annoyance, half-purred in smug satisfaction, the complex noise resonating deep in his throat, making Ken's skin tingle unexpectedly. He placed both hands palm down on the ledge to either side of Ken, boxing in the soccer player effectively. In a sudden smooth movement, he pushed his weight up on his arms, his dripping frame towering a scant breath away from Ken's. Ken tilted his head back to view this dominant demi-god, totally in thrall by those smoldering green eyes.
The redhead's proximity overpowered the last of Ken's barriers, and he was swamped in waves of desire. In less than a heartbeat his mouth was on Schuldig's, his arms were thrown around the German's neck. He pulled the taller man to him, his eyes closed and his senses full of Schu. Schuldig let his feet settle firmly on the pool bottom, the water only waist height standing. He placed two large palms securely on the small of Ken's back, bringing him closer for a deep, possessive kiss. Ken wriggled and moaned into Schu's mouth as the redhead brought his hands around to cup the soccer player's ass and then proceed to squeeze firmly. Ken's startled yelp at the action turned into a low moan as Schuldig angled his handhold to force their groins together. Ken straddling Schuldig's wide stance brought more moans and groans from both as Schuldig rubbed his palms back and forth on the outside of Ken's thighs, bringing their pelvises together in alternating waves of pleasure. He leaned forward to breathe warmly into Ken's ear, having learned the night before this was one of the smaller man's more sensitive regions. Ken shivered in response and Schuldig savored every pleasured noise that issued from his open mouth. He couldn't help but be a little cocky over the power he held in this situation. He pulled back to whisper into Ken's oversensitive ear.
"What do you want Ken?" He breathed huskily, pausing in his ministrations. Ken's eyes snapped open, and he gasped breathlessly, with visible effort.
"Y-you! I want you!" Schuldig grinned tightly. He had wanted to push the brunette a little further, but with the way he was responding to Ken's own arousal had him running short on time.
"'S what I thought," he murmured softly with a trace of triumph, and started nuzzling under the younger man's jaw, content to hold him loosely in his arms.
Schuldig wavered dizzily under an unexpected onslaught of pleasure as Ken took things into his own hands and started making soft kisses up the side of his neck, alternating by blowing warm breath against the German's damp skin. The little brunette felt the tremor go through the older man as he bent his head and licked carefully from the prominent ridge of the redhead's collar bone all the way up to the tender area behind his earlobe. Diverting momentarily to nibble on the soft flesh, eliciting another heartfelt groan from Schuldig, Ken lazily swept his tongue down the smooth expanse of skin. He nipped and licked unhurriedly, reducing the redhead to trembles, before finally latching onto the plane of flesh where Schuldig's neck met his shoulder. Ken sucked contently on the spot, running his hands over the German's toned chest and nipples as Schuldig tried to regain his sanity.
Finally able to put his thoughts together somewhat, Schuldig growled out lustfully, "Mmmm, Ken. I'd never have guessed youd've been one to initiate pool sex. That's pretty kinky you know. . . ." He chuckled and purred like a big cat in Ken's ear, making the younger writhe in pleasure. "Not that I'm complaining . . . . "
However, before things could get any kinkier, there came a tremendous splash, drenching both of them and generally upsetting the overall mood. While Schu wailed about chlorine in contact lenses, Ken looked up from shaking his head clear of water to see a recognizable pair of board shorts floating on the surface of the pool, followed by a very familiar, very bedraggled playboy. With his assassin/soccer superstar speed, Ken plunged Schuldig's complaining face into the water and held it there.
Yohji turned in a slow, dazed circle. He snatched his shorts from just as they were about to float too far out of reach, completing his circuit as he began an awkward, semi-submerged shuffle dance to secure them to his body again. Blinking water out of his eyes, he found himself facing a wide- eyed Ken. He blushed faintly.
"It was a bet," he said, pointing to the clamshell ceiling above by way of explanation. Noticing the growing clamor of guests and lifeguards alike, an indication that his daredevil plunge from the top of the waterfall might not have been entirely legal and could very well have unpleasant consequences, he wisely decided to relocate his personage. In other words, scram.
"Later Ken," he saluted as he scrambled over the side of the pool and high-tailed it to safety. Or the pretty Jacuzzi girls. Whatever came first.
And from underneath the water, Schu yelled obscenities . . . .
Ken had to admit Las Vegas boasted some pretty nice pools. Sprawling lagoons, shrouded by tropical greenery and dotted with several large waterfalls made for a very relaxing vacation spot. It also made one hell of a hide-and-seek game.
After a lengthy and fruitless search for the redheaded demon, he finally settled himself in the biggest pool, the one with an enormous waterfall cascading in a semicircle from an equally gigantic clam shell adorning a rocky ledge. There was a little private pocket of water behind the cascading waterfall, and a ledge built into the bordering wall. But no room key.
Ken sighed, discouraged. He slipped into the water and kicked half- heartedly along the perimeter. But as luck would have it, he caught a glimpse of flame and had the sense to duck behind side of the winding pool. The Schuldig entered the water, an inner tube under one arm, his back to Ken as he carefully made sure his sunglasses were in place. He artfully arranged himself in the floating pool toy, keeping his sunset locks clear of the chlorinated water. From all appearances he was content to lean back and soak up the rays from atop his peaceful, floating perch.
Ken intended to cut that short as soon as possible.
After waiting a few minutes to let the redhead settle in, Ken made his move. As quietly and quickly as possible, he came up alongside the inner tube and its occupant, and then pushed down one edge with all his might.
"Gotcha!" Ken crowed in triumph as he flipped the German headfirst into the clear expanse of water. A look of total surprise crossed Schu's handsome features before he was totally engulfed. Ken didn't wait around to see him resurface, after actually realizing what he had done. Wisely he pivoted in the water and made his way as quickly as he could to relative safety of the shelf behind the enclosing waterfall. At least he thought it was safe.
Ken peered anxiously from his ledge to the spot where he had pushed Schuldig in. After what seemed an eternity, the now drenched assassin rose up from the water, green sunglasses in a loose fist. Green eyes narrowed as Schuldig surveyed the pool slowly, his gaze penetrating. Ken gave an involuntary little gasp. When the eyes locked on him, he forgot to breathe for a moment.
Schuldig shook out his wet mane roughly, spraying water droplets that glistened in the desert sun. Gripping the metal arms of his sunglasses in his teeth, he settled down on the surface of the water, his eyes never leaving Ken's. He began to stalk his prey.
Schuldig moved towards Ken, as confident as a crocodile slinking down his personal stretch of the Nile. Ken gulped. He certainly looked about as dangerous. The fact that only water separated them was not comforting in the least, since said expanse was quickly diminishing. If Ken had been about ten feet away and on dry land, he may have seen the absurdity of the situation. He may have, like Schu had told him before, been able to halt his wild thoughts long enough for some rational ones to surface.
None of this happened you understand. Ken was absolutely transfixed on the image of the desert deity approaching him. The redhead made the water caress his perfect form as every smooth stroke rippled like silk over his body, leaving an elegant and nearly invisible wake. He was soundless, his moves seemingly effortless and full of predatory grace. The jade eyes were smoky with lust and revenge, reptilian narrowed. Ken's heart thumped in his chest, the rate increasing exponentially with the decreasing distance between them. Nervous anticipation flooded his system as he watched the older man approach.
Schuldig made a feral grin in response to the obvious effect he was having on the young soccer player. A slice of white bared teeth caused Ken's overactive heart to skip a beat. Wide eyes opened wider as Schuldig ducked beneath the waterfall and came up smoothly on the other side, his eyes still trained on Ken. Ken watched dumbfounded and rooted to the spot as the redhead neared until he was a mere hand span away. He had to will himself not to shiver under that piercing gemstone gaze. The vision spoke.
"So Kenken, you think you're pretty funny, hunh?" The low tone and sultry inflection all but had Ken melting right there and then. The still strong sense of danger intoxicated his senses, focusing on the beautiful man in front of him. He found himself speechless.
"Hmmm," Schuldig half-growled in annoyance, half-purred in smug satisfaction, the complex noise resonating deep in his throat, making Ken's skin tingle unexpectedly. He placed both hands palm down on the ledge to either side of Ken, boxing in the soccer player effectively. In a sudden smooth movement, he pushed his weight up on his arms, his dripping frame towering a scant breath away from Ken's. Ken tilted his head back to view this dominant demi-god, totally in thrall by those smoldering green eyes.
The redhead's proximity overpowered the last of Ken's barriers, and he was swamped in waves of desire. In less than a heartbeat his mouth was on Schuldig's, his arms were thrown around the German's neck. He pulled the taller man to him, his eyes closed and his senses full of Schu. Schuldig let his feet settle firmly on the pool bottom, the water only waist height standing. He placed two large palms securely on the small of Ken's back, bringing him closer for a deep, possessive kiss. Ken wriggled and moaned into Schu's mouth as the redhead brought his hands around to cup the soccer player's ass and then proceed to squeeze firmly. Ken's startled yelp at the action turned into a low moan as Schuldig angled his handhold to force their groins together. Ken straddling Schuldig's wide stance brought more moans and groans from both as Schuldig rubbed his palms back and forth on the outside of Ken's thighs, bringing their pelvises together in alternating waves of pleasure. He leaned forward to breathe warmly into Ken's ear, having learned the night before this was one of the smaller man's more sensitive regions. Ken shivered in response and Schuldig savored every pleasured noise that issued from his open mouth. He couldn't help but be a little cocky over the power he held in this situation. He pulled back to whisper into Ken's oversensitive ear.
"What do you want Ken?" He breathed huskily, pausing in his ministrations. Ken's eyes snapped open, and he gasped breathlessly, with visible effort.
"Y-you! I want you!" Schuldig grinned tightly. He had wanted to push the brunette a little further, but with the way he was responding to Ken's own arousal had him running short on time.
"'S what I thought," he murmured softly with a trace of triumph, and started nuzzling under the younger man's jaw, content to hold him loosely in his arms.
Schuldig wavered dizzily under an unexpected onslaught of pleasure as Ken took things into his own hands and started making soft kisses up the side of his neck, alternating by blowing warm breath against the German's damp skin. The little brunette felt the tremor go through the older man as he bent his head and licked carefully from the prominent ridge of the redhead's collar bone all the way up to the tender area behind his earlobe. Diverting momentarily to nibble on the soft flesh, eliciting another heartfelt groan from Schuldig, Ken lazily swept his tongue down the smooth expanse of skin. He nipped and licked unhurriedly, reducing the redhead to trembles, before finally latching onto the plane of flesh where Schuldig's neck met his shoulder. Ken sucked contently on the spot, running his hands over the German's toned chest and nipples as Schuldig tried to regain his sanity.
Finally able to put his thoughts together somewhat, Schuldig growled out lustfully, "Mmmm, Ken. I'd never have guessed youd've been one to initiate pool sex. That's pretty kinky you know. . . ." He chuckled and purred like a big cat in Ken's ear, making the younger writhe in pleasure. "Not that I'm complaining . . . . "
However, before things could get any kinkier, there came a tremendous splash, drenching both of them and generally upsetting the overall mood. While Schu wailed about chlorine in contact lenses, Ken looked up from shaking his head clear of water to see a recognizable pair of board shorts floating on the surface of the pool, followed by a very familiar, very bedraggled playboy. With his assassin/soccer superstar speed, Ken plunged Schuldig's complaining face into the water and held it there.
Yohji turned in a slow, dazed circle. He snatched his shorts from just as they were about to float too far out of reach, completing his circuit as he began an awkward, semi-submerged shuffle dance to secure them to his body again. Blinking water out of his eyes, he found himself facing a wide- eyed Ken. He blushed faintly.
"It was a bet," he said, pointing to the clamshell ceiling above by way of explanation. Noticing the growing clamor of guests and lifeguards alike, an indication that his daredevil plunge from the top of the waterfall might not have been entirely legal and could very well have unpleasant consequences, he wisely decided to relocate his personage. In other words, scram.
"Later Ken," he saluted as he scrambled over the side of the pool and high-tailed it to safety. Or the pretty Jacuzzi girls. Whatever came first.
And from underneath the water, Schu yelled obscenities . . . .