Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz. I do however own a modest sized
band of attack pygmies that will gruesomely murder anyone that doesn't
review. Believe me, you have not seen gore until you have seen one of
those little suckers at work.
Some replys:
Riisha: thanks for the warning, I fixed it
Missy Irene: thanks for the input
And for the anonymous reviewer Ribs and everyone who is curious, Ken and Mamoru use condoms to keep from getting diseases from the random guys they pick up in bars. Remember, abstinence is the only sure protection, but if you are going to do it, DO IT SAFE.
Sky Rat: I sent you an email. Oh and speaking of the lemon, I am thinking of including one later on, I actually already wrote it. If no one is vehemently opposed I am putting it in because it's more then half of my last chapter so far. Actually, if you are really opposed, I will probably still put it in and you can just skip the last chapter.
Chapter 2: Addiction
Ken woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. With practiced ease he ripped it out of the wall and hurled it across the room, satisfied with the crunching sound it made. Then he turned and started feeling next to him for his sleeping companion from last night. He frowned when his hand touched empty bed. He opened his eyes and looked sadly around the room for signs that the young man was just in the bathroom, or had even been there in the first place.
His clothes were missing.
Damnit. The night had been so perfect. They had sex several times, until the wee hours of the morning. They took turns topping, which Ken enjoyed. He had only been in a few relationships with other men, but they tended to be either he always topped or he always played bitch. Generally there was no middle ground. But this time they had shared. Equality in the bedroom, neither one felt the need to be dominant; they just let their urges guide them.
In between sex they would rest in each others arms talking about everything from Ken's J-league career to the advantages of dating men over women.
Grumbling, Ken got up and started struggling into a pair of jeans he picked up off the floor and then reached for a t-shirt when he noticed the thin leather square by his feet.
It was a wallet.
His mystery lover's wallet.
Ken debated whether or not to open it when it occurred to him that the wallet probably had his angel's name in it.
Decision made.
He carefully opened the billfold and the first thing he noticed was an obscene amount of money. There must have been a thousand dollars in that thing. Maybe Yoji wasn't so far off when he thought the kid had a sugar daddy. He was certainly cute enough to.
Ignoring the money for now he turned to the rest of the wallet. There were three credit cards, all platinum, a blockbuster card that looked well used, a picture of a girl that said Oka on the back, and three more condoms (which added to the six they had used last night showed the boy had incredible stamina or was ridiculously optimistic, Ken opted for former option one since the other hadn't even seemed tired when they were done.)
And an ID. Tsukiyono Omi, 21, born February 29, blood type O, organ donor.
Omi. A perfect name, it rolled off Ken's tongue. So innocent and sweet sounding.
Ken ran downstairs to work the flower shop. Surely Omi would come back when he realized his wallet was missing and then Ken would be the first to see him. And they could talk. Maybe work something out, Ken didn't know what exactly, but he knew he had to see that beautiful angel again.
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Finally, closing time. What an awful day. It turned out someone had gotten to their informant before they could, so they were back to square one trying to find Hirofumi Takatori. Ken had to work most of the day all alone, just him and the fan club. Omi hadn't shown up but Ken wasn't overly worried, you don't just leave your wallet with a stranger. He wearily trudged up to his room and threw himself on the bed. He reached for the wallet to get a look at the small picture on the ID before going to sleep. He felt around for a second before looking over at the table.
He nearly screamed in frustration. In the place of the wallet there was a single flower. Freesia. Omi had come while he was in the shop and left without seeing him.
***
Mamoru sat in his room on his bed playing a very violent video game. After dieing for about the tenth consecutive time on the first level he gave up and threw himself into a pillow to muffle his scream of frustration. His sister Oka looked over at him and turned off the Playstation[1].
A month. It had been an entire month and he could still taste Ken's lips on his own.
"You should talk to him" Oka seemed to read his thoughts. He had told her the entire ordeal (she had been thrilled, little yaoi fangirl pervert), and she had been trying to convice him to go talk to Ken ever since.
"You just want juicy boy on boy gossip"
"No you've been miserable for weeks and you are no fun anymore."
Mamoru decided he needed time to think and excused himself to go for a walk.
He had tried throwing himself into his work but his concentration was shot and Hiro had forced him to take a leave of absence two weeks ago. Mamoru was considered the family Jack of All trades. Whenever there was someone that needed to be eliminated and his father and Masafumi's fancy assassins couldn't do it, Mamoru could get the job done in a day or less. He also handled the hacking that the expensive computer nerds couldn't finish, the tracking that had his father's spies baffled, and had even taken a bullet meant for his father once when his idiot bodyguard dove out of the way.
Reiji had the bodyguard killed, never really thanked Mamoru.
And first and foremost he worked for Hiro. Hiro was the one that had insisted that Mamoru be trained in the family business when his father had insisted that the boy was obviously much too dumb. That was why he worked for Hiro and left his father to hiring the pricy specialists that weren't nearly as efficient as he was. He could probably handle all of the family's dirty work, but he didn't because he didn't particularly like his family. If Masafumi or Reiji needed him for something they had to come and ask politely, as well as offer compensation gifts.
That was how Mamoru had gotten his wall sized TV, his $150,000 sports car, his Vincent Black Knight motorcycle,[2] and his little getaway at the shore, which was actually a fairly substantial house with a full year-round staff in case he decided to go on vacation without notice, among other ridiculously overpriced things.
Mamoru didn't care so much about the offerings as he did the polite requests. Mamoru lived for the times his father would come begging, well, not so much begging as being rude and stand-offish before he grudgingly admitted he needed Mamoru's help. Mamoru enjoyed wielding this power over his father, who couldn't even take the time to visit him in the hospital when he was recovering from the bullet wound he got from protecting the man.
Of course, none of that mattered now, he was stuck with nothing to do but think about Ken and how miserable he was being all alone. This sucked. He needed to do something. He needed to get laid! Of course, it was so simple, why hadn't he thought of it before. He didn't miss Ken, he was horny!
No, that wasn't right. He had gone much longer than this without sex before. He missed Ken, he needed Ken, he loved Ken.
He loved Ken? He'd just met Ken. Ken was a complete stranger. But still, he felt connected to the gay florist. Like he had known him in another life. Ken made him feel happy and loved. Ken made him feel safe.
It was at this point the Mamoru made a very un-Mamoru-like decision. He would have Ken. Ken was his and no one else's. Screw the consequences, he wanted Ken all to himself and he would succeed. Mamoru wasn't much like the other Takatoris. He rarely put his wants and needs above the needs of others. He had even turned down a few of the missions his father had asked him to do involving people he considered "innocents." But right now Mamoru was thinking like a Takatori. All or nothing, he would have Ken and he would do anything to get him.
***
Ken sat in the flower shop, pining away after Omi again. It was driving Yoji nuts. He had warned Ken about this. But Ken was like a man possessed. He had gone so far as hacking into the city records looking for information on Tsukiyono Omi, but he had turned up nil. The address on the ID was out of date, a house rented out by an old lady with cats. Yoji found this all very suspicious, but Ken overlooked all the signs that suggested his angelic boyfriend wasn't so perfect.
Even Aya was annoyed. In what amounts to a very passionate display for Aya, he calmly asked Ken what he was planning on doing when he found this boy that obviously didn't want him to know where he was.
Ken had stared at him blankly and then got back to his hacking.
A month. A whole month and he wasn't over the other boy. Maybe Yoji was right and he should just get over it. Wearily, Ken climbed the stairs to his room and stripped to his boxers before climbing into the bed.
***
Mamoru scaled the trellis to Ken's second floor balcony and effortlessly picked the lock to get him access into the sitting area. He went directly to the open door to the bedroom and soundlessly slipped inside. He didn't know what he had planned to do when he got there, but for now he was content to watch his love sleep. Ken was dreaming, his eyelids fluttering quickly. He had a content smile on his face like all was right in the world.
Mamoru smiled and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Just before making contact though, he heard Ken start to murmur.
"Omi"
Mamoru jerked back like he had been burned and backed away from the bed. How could he have been so stupid? It had been weeks; of course Ken had moved on. The Takatori in him wanted to slit his throat, but the heartbroken part just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. In his haste to get out the door he tripped over Ken's Nintendo.
***
Ken was awake in an instant. His instinct took over and he had tackled the intruder to the ground. Sitting on the mans back, he straddled his hips and pulled both of his arms back, tying them with a pair of sweatpants he found lying on the ground next to him. He had the would-be burglar hogtied in under six seconds and dragged him over to the sofa, where he plopped him down before going to turn on the light.
Ken took a few calming breaths and then slowly turned around slowly to face his . . . scowling future (hopefully) lover. Omi wasn't moving, or struggling against the bonds, he looked supremely pissed.
***
"Omi?"
Mamoru tensed. Why was Ken saying that name again. It hurt so badly.
"Omi, what are you doing here?" Wait, was Ken calling him Omi? Mamoru gave Ken a puzzled look which thankfully he misinterpreted.
"I read your name of the ID in your wallet. I'm sorry for invading your privacy." Relief flooded Mamoru. He was Omi, the name was on the fake ID he used. It was him Ken had been calling for.
At Mamoru's relieved smile, Ken apparently decided it was a safe time to pounce on him because Mamoru soon found himself being thoroughly made out with. Ken didn't stop to breath for a good four minutes. Mamoru was every bit as into it as he was.
***
After groping Omi for a while. Ken realized he was sitting (literally) on a golden opportunity. Carefully he untied Omi's legs, leaving his arms bound, and started to remove the helpless trespasser of his jeans (they looked to tight to be comfortable). Omi gave a little moan of appreciation at Ken's thoughtfulness and started bucking his hips into Ken's bare abdomen. Laughing Ken removed his boxers and I won't bore you with what happened next because things pretty much progressed the same way they did in the extremely graphic lemon scene from last chapter, only without the kinky and seemingly impossible things Omi did with his hands, because said hands were still tied up.
Afterwards
"So, could you untie me now?"
"Depends, are you going to leave again?"
"Ken-kun, I have too. It's too dangerous for us to be together all the time. But this time I promise that I will come back."
"Soon?"
"Very soon."
Sorry this ending sucks. Don't worry, its not going to be all fluffy romance from here on out. In the next chapter the plot thickens DUM DUM DUM ----------------------- [1] Is this spelled right? I have a Nintendo, I've never even used a playstation [2] Very expensive motorcycle on Batman Forever, probably doesn't really exist, but then again, neither does Mamoru
Some replys:
Riisha: thanks for the warning, I fixed it
Missy Irene: thanks for the input
And for the anonymous reviewer Ribs and everyone who is curious, Ken and Mamoru use condoms to keep from getting diseases from the random guys they pick up in bars. Remember, abstinence is the only sure protection, but if you are going to do it, DO IT SAFE.
Sky Rat: I sent you an email. Oh and speaking of the lemon, I am thinking of including one later on, I actually already wrote it. If no one is vehemently opposed I am putting it in because it's more then half of my last chapter so far. Actually, if you are really opposed, I will probably still put it in and you can just skip the last chapter.
Chapter 2: Addiction
Ken woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. With practiced ease he ripped it out of the wall and hurled it across the room, satisfied with the crunching sound it made. Then he turned and started feeling next to him for his sleeping companion from last night. He frowned when his hand touched empty bed. He opened his eyes and looked sadly around the room for signs that the young man was just in the bathroom, or had even been there in the first place.
His clothes were missing.
Damnit. The night had been so perfect. They had sex several times, until the wee hours of the morning. They took turns topping, which Ken enjoyed. He had only been in a few relationships with other men, but they tended to be either he always topped or he always played bitch. Generally there was no middle ground. But this time they had shared. Equality in the bedroom, neither one felt the need to be dominant; they just let their urges guide them.
In between sex they would rest in each others arms talking about everything from Ken's J-league career to the advantages of dating men over women.
Grumbling, Ken got up and started struggling into a pair of jeans he picked up off the floor and then reached for a t-shirt when he noticed the thin leather square by his feet.
It was a wallet.
His mystery lover's wallet.
Ken debated whether or not to open it when it occurred to him that the wallet probably had his angel's name in it.
Decision made.
He carefully opened the billfold and the first thing he noticed was an obscene amount of money. There must have been a thousand dollars in that thing. Maybe Yoji wasn't so far off when he thought the kid had a sugar daddy. He was certainly cute enough to.
Ignoring the money for now he turned to the rest of the wallet. There were three credit cards, all platinum, a blockbuster card that looked well used, a picture of a girl that said Oka on the back, and three more condoms (which added to the six they had used last night showed the boy had incredible stamina or was ridiculously optimistic, Ken opted for former option one since the other hadn't even seemed tired when they were done.)
And an ID. Tsukiyono Omi, 21, born February 29, blood type O, organ donor.
Omi. A perfect name, it rolled off Ken's tongue. So innocent and sweet sounding.
Ken ran downstairs to work the flower shop. Surely Omi would come back when he realized his wallet was missing and then Ken would be the first to see him. And they could talk. Maybe work something out, Ken didn't know what exactly, but he knew he had to see that beautiful angel again.
-------
Finally, closing time. What an awful day. It turned out someone had gotten to their informant before they could, so they were back to square one trying to find Hirofumi Takatori. Ken had to work most of the day all alone, just him and the fan club. Omi hadn't shown up but Ken wasn't overly worried, you don't just leave your wallet with a stranger. He wearily trudged up to his room and threw himself on the bed. He reached for the wallet to get a look at the small picture on the ID before going to sleep. He felt around for a second before looking over at the table.
He nearly screamed in frustration. In the place of the wallet there was a single flower. Freesia. Omi had come while he was in the shop and left without seeing him.
***
Mamoru sat in his room on his bed playing a very violent video game. After dieing for about the tenth consecutive time on the first level he gave up and threw himself into a pillow to muffle his scream of frustration. His sister Oka looked over at him and turned off the Playstation[1].
A month. It had been an entire month and he could still taste Ken's lips on his own.
"You should talk to him" Oka seemed to read his thoughts. He had told her the entire ordeal (she had been thrilled, little yaoi fangirl pervert), and she had been trying to convice him to go talk to Ken ever since.
"You just want juicy boy on boy gossip"
"No you've been miserable for weeks and you are no fun anymore."
Mamoru decided he needed time to think and excused himself to go for a walk.
He had tried throwing himself into his work but his concentration was shot and Hiro had forced him to take a leave of absence two weeks ago. Mamoru was considered the family Jack of All trades. Whenever there was someone that needed to be eliminated and his father and Masafumi's fancy assassins couldn't do it, Mamoru could get the job done in a day or less. He also handled the hacking that the expensive computer nerds couldn't finish, the tracking that had his father's spies baffled, and had even taken a bullet meant for his father once when his idiot bodyguard dove out of the way.
Reiji had the bodyguard killed, never really thanked Mamoru.
And first and foremost he worked for Hiro. Hiro was the one that had insisted that Mamoru be trained in the family business when his father had insisted that the boy was obviously much too dumb. That was why he worked for Hiro and left his father to hiring the pricy specialists that weren't nearly as efficient as he was. He could probably handle all of the family's dirty work, but he didn't because he didn't particularly like his family. If Masafumi or Reiji needed him for something they had to come and ask politely, as well as offer compensation gifts.
That was how Mamoru had gotten his wall sized TV, his $150,000 sports car, his Vincent Black Knight motorcycle,[2] and his little getaway at the shore, which was actually a fairly substantial house with a full year-round staff in case he decided to go on vacation without notice, among other ridiculously overpriced things.
Mamoru didn't care so much about the offerings as he did the polite requests. Mamoru lived for the times his father would come begging, well, not so much begging as being rude and stand-offish before he grudgingly admitted he needed Mamoru's help. Mamoru enjoyed wielding this power over his father, who couldn't even take the time to visit him in the hospital when he was recovering from the bullet wound he got from protecting the man.
Of course, none of that mattered now, he was stuck with nothing to do but think about Ken and how miserable he was being all alone. This sucked. He needed to do something. He needed to get laid! Of course, it was so simple, why hadn't he thought of it before. He didn't miss Ken, he was horny!
No, that wasn't right. He had gone much longer than this without sex before. He missed Ken, he needed Ken, he loved Ken.
He loved Ken? He'd just met Ken. Ken was a complete stranger. But still, he felt connected to the gay florist. Like he had known him in another life. Ken made him feel happy and loved. Ken made him feel safe.
It was at this point the Mamoru made a very un-Mamoru-like decision. He would have Ken. Ken was his and no one else's. Screw the consequences, he wanted Ken all to himself and he would succeed. Mamoru wasn't much like the other Takatoris. He rarely put his wants and needs above the needs of others. He had even turned down a few of the missions his father had asked him to do involving people he considered "innocents." But right now Mamoru was thinking like a Takatori. All or nothing, he would have Ken and he would do anything to get him.
***
Ken sat in the flower shop, pining away after Omi again. It was driving Yoji nuts. He had warned Ken about this. But Ken was like a man possessed. He had gone so far as hacking into the city records looking for information on Tsukiyono Omi, but he had turned up nil. The address on the ID was out of date, a house rented out by an old lady with cats. Yoji found this all very suspicious, but Ken overlooked all the signs that suggested his angelic boyfriend wasn't so perfect.
Even Aya was annoyed. In what amounts to a very passionate display for Aya, he calmly asked Ken what he was planning on doing when he found this boy that obviously didn't want him to know where he was.
Ken had stared at him blankly and then got back to his hacking.
A month. A whole month and he wasn't over the other boy. Maybe Yoji was right and he should just get over it. Wearily, Ken climbed the stairs to his room and stripped to his boxers before climbing into the bed.
***
Mamoru scaled the trellis to Ken's second floor balcony and effortlessly picked the lock to get him access into the sitting area. He went directly to the open door to the bedroom and soundlessly slipped inside. He didn't know what he had planned to do when he got there, but for now he was content to watch his love sleep. Ken was dreaming, his eyelids fluttering quickly. He had a content smile on his face like all was right in the world.
Mamoru smiled and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Just before making contact though, he heard Ken start to murmur.
"Omi"
Mamoru jerked back like he had been burned and backed away from the bed. How could he have been so stupid? It had been weeks; of course Ken had moved on. The Takatori in him wanted to slit his throat, but the heartbroken part just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. In his haste to get out the door he tripped over Ken's Nintendo.
***
Ken was awake in an instant. His instinct took over and he had tackled the intruder to the ground. Sitting on the mans back, he straddled his hips and pulled both of his arms back, tying them with a pair of sweatpants he found lying on the ground next to him. He had the would-be burglar hogtied in under six seconds and dragged him over to the sofa, where he plopped him down before going to turn on the light.
Ken took a few calming breaths and then slowly turned around slowly to face his . . . scowling future (hopefully) lover. Omi wasn't moving, or struggling against the bonds, he looked supremely pissed.
***
"Omi?"
Mamoru tensed. Why was Ken saying that name again. It hurt so badly.
"Omi, what are you doing here?" Wait, was Ken calling him Omi? Mamoru gave Ken a puzzled look which thankfully he misinterpreted.
"I read your name of the ID in your wallet. I'm sorry for invading your privacy." Relief flooded Mamoru. He was Omi, the name was on the fake ID he used. It was him Ken had been calling for.
At Mamoru's relieved smile, Ken apparently decided it was a safe time to pounce on him because Mamoru soon found himself being thoroughly made out with. Ken didn't stop to breath for a good four minutes. Mamoru was every bit as into it as he was.
***
After groping Omi for a while. Ken realized he was sitting (literally) on a golden opportunity. Carefully he untied Omi's legs, leaving his arms bound, and started to remove the helpless trespasser of his jeans (they looked to tight to be comfortable). Omi gave a little moan of appreciation at Ken's thoughtfulness and started bucking his hips into Ken's bare abdomen. Laughing Ken removed his boxers and I won't bore you with what happened next because things pretty much progressed the same way they did in the extremely graphic lemon scene from last chapter, only without the kinky and seemingly impossible things Omi did with his hands, because said hands were still tied up.
Afterwards
"So, could you untie me now?"
"Depends, are you going to leave again?"
"Ken-kun, I have too. It's too dangerous for us to be together all the time. But this time I promise that I will come back."
"Soon?"
"Very soon."
Sorry this ending sucks. Don't worry, its not going to be all fluffy romance from here on out. In the next chapter the plot thickens DUM DUM DUM ----------------------- [1] Is this spelled right? I have a Nintendo, I've never even used a playstation [2] Very expensive motorcycle on Batman Forever, probably doesn't really exist, but then again, neither does Mamoru