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Once again, please pretend flashbacks are italicized
Lemonade
He stood on the balcony off the master bedroom, watching the sea. He had been here for the past several hours thinking, waiting for the sun to rise.
It had been the work of less then twenty minutes of hacking to drain accounts all over the world. Takatori didn't exactly need the money anymore after all.
It had taken significantly more time to go into records and get themselves identities, birth certificates, social security numbers, and a marriage license. They were the only legally married gay men in Japan.
They had purchased a small house, right on the beach. Extremely modest when you took into account their considerable assets, but it was perfect. A little two bedroom house with a cobblestone walk, a picket fence, a four car garage with two extravagant luxury cars, two ridiculously expensive motorcycles, a boat, a study full of state of the art computer crap, a high tech entertainment center with one of those TV's that projects the picture onto the wall (those are so damn cool), a pool table and fully stocked bar, you know, beach house stuff. Oh, and a hideous mailbox shaped like a swan that said TSUKIONO in big obnoxious letters.
It had been two years and they were deliriously happy. Ken had felt guilty about deceiving his teammates, but in the end it really couldn't be helped. As Omi had pointed out to him, there was really no assurance that they wouldn't kill him. He was just as big a danger as he had always been. If he wanted to Omi could easily pick up right where his father and brothers had left off.
They couldn't just leave them to grieve though, every year Ken sent Yoji a Christmas card with five hundred dollars in it and a note that said 'a little something from my sugar daddy; it pays to be topped.' Omi was pretty sure he suspected who sent them, but as far as they could tell he hadn't alerted Kritiker so Omi wasn't overly worried.
Omi smiled when he thought of the sudden epiphany that had led them were they were now.
(-------------------------------------------Flashback to chapter 3
Whatever plans Weiss had, they most certainly involved Hiro being dead.
Mamoru thought about that for a moment. This was good. Hiro had to be stopped. Mamoru had been keeping Hiro in check for year through subtle manipulations, but it was getting harder. He couldn't do anything permanent though because evil or not, Hiro was his only ally. Without Hiro he had no where to go. And without him Oka had no one.
Suddenly everything fell into place. He had a plan of action that if all went well, would end with him free of the Takatoris, free to be with Ken and live out the rest of his life as a normal person. Oka could finish out her schooling in a regular school instead of cloistered with those damned tutors. . . . Mamoru would have to have a little chat with Ken.
Shit.
End Flashback 1----------------------------------------------------------(
The chat had gone better then expected.
(------------------------------------------------------------------------ Flashback 2 to chapter 5
"I would love to." Ken swung around to face him and the relieved and ecstatic look on his face was all the reassurance Mamoru needed, tackling his boyfriend back onto the sofa in a heated kiss.
Mamoru stopped Ken when he started to suck on his neck and pushed him away.
"Ken we need to talk."
"What about Omi?"
"That, my name isn't Omi." Ken looked mildly surprised, but not shocked and smiled for Mamoru to continue. "Omi is the name I put on my fake ID so I could get into the club where I met you. I was only 17 then." Ken looked amused.
"So why didn't you tell me afterwards? You really never have introduced yourself. Lets start over. I'm Ken, Hidaka Ken, it's nice to meet you. How about you and me do some manly nude wrestling?" Ken smirked, Mamoru, however was not laughing.
"Hi, I'm Mamoru, Takatori Mamoru. Are you trying to kill my family?" Ken's grin was gone in an instant and he jumped up off the couch to pace the floor.
"How did you find out?"
"I was visiting Masafumi when you went to kill him."
"Were you the one that. . ."
"Yes." Ken didn't seem shocked at Mamoru's admission that he had killed his own brother.
"Did you kill Reiji too?"
"Yes"
"Mamoru, whatever Hirofumi told you about how he wants to change things, it's not true." Mamoru was a bit surprised by Ken's uncharacteristic perceptiveness.
"I know. That's why I need your help."
End Flashback -------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------(2
They had easily come up with a plan, and then proceeded to the promised "manly nude wrestling."
Things hadn't gone so well. Ken was supposed to stall Weiss long enough for Mamoru to get Hirofumi out of the way and then the three of them would take some money and go someplace quiet to live.
Oka wasn't supposed to die.
That had upset him no end. He didn't believe Hirofumi for a minute that it was Weiss. Ken would never hurt someone so innocent and Swartz had done that sort of thing before. Still, Mamoru had been so upset he had nearly called the whole thing off. But Yoji had walked in while Hiro was breaking the news and he had been forced to tip his hand. He was worried what Hiro might do and he wanted to kill Hiro himself. It was a respect thing. Mamoru had never made anyone do his dirty work. It was unprofessional. Hiro had taught him that.
Ken managed to slip the detonator off of Aya, Aya had no idea he had it when he insisted Yoji leave Ken alone. As soon as they were out of sight Mamoru had pressed some gauze against his superficial wound and Ken had helped him out to his precious motorcycle. They had blown the building as soon as they saw Yoji and Aya were outside of the blast radius.
Mamoru's wound was barely more then a scratch. Just enough to create enough blood to make it look convincingly lethal. Ken drove anyway. They drove almost non-stop all night and most of the next day. They ended up in a little seaside town and got a room in a cute little motel. Mamoru got out his laptop and the next morning Omi and Ken Tsukiono, were the proud owners of their first house.
And now they lived a wonderfully normal life.
Ken coached soccer on the weekends, but mostly the two of them just lounged around and did idle, being in love stuff. They had even adopted a little baby girl, Oka.
Omi looked over at his lover, sprawled out naked over most of the bed, unencumbered by the sheets he had hogged from Omi only to kick them off the side in his sleep.
Omi smiled when he saw the sun peak over the horizon. Dawn, time to wake up Ken-kun.
***
Ken woke up to the not altogether unpleasant feeling of a tongue being run up the crack of his ass. He smiled. He had been pleasantly surprised when he started to wake up in his lover's arms that Omi took morning sex very seriously. 'Most important meal of the day' he insisted, and Ken really couldn't argue with that kind of logic.
It was a ritual, the early morning quickie. Neither one of them ever had anywhere to go, but being early risers it just seemed right to be quick about it so they could get on with the day.
Omi had explained the 'proper wake-up call' to Ken the first morning of their new life.
"Quick, rough sex is the only way to start the day. No foreplay, no teasing, no talking." And then he had fucked Ken's brains out.
It was a good custom.
Ken grinned down at Omi as he unzipped his shorts and whipped out Omi Junior (actually, Omi had named his cock 'Big Bad Seme' but Ken refused to call it that since it implied his cock was less big and bad.) Omi didn't even bother to pull his pants down, just started lubing himself up and then. . .the baby monitor crackled to life.
Omi didn't think twice before zipping up and cleaning himself off. Before you could say "cock-teasing bastard" he was out the door on the way to the nursery.
Captain Kirk (Ken's cock, you know "our mission, to go where no man has gone before" Ken was a closet Trekki) was extremely upset about this, wanting Omi to get back to the task at hand (ha ha I made a punny). But it was really pointless. He went to take a cold shower instead.
Damn kids. Omi and Ken were all set to have you spy on their sex life and they were interrupted. Oh well, better luck next time you perverted yaoi fangirls. How far do you have to go to be considered a lemon? As for this chapter, yes I had it planned this way from the beginning, I don't really believe in pointless sad endings. I also think that if a character starts rich they should end rich none of that 'give up my fortune so we can start as equals' or 'who needs money when you're in love' crap.
For all you perverted Yaoi fangirls out there, I have an account on Mediaminer.org for all of my lemons. They will all be posted as chapters to one long story, with references to the story they apply too. The url is . mediaminer .org /fanfic/view_st.php/56388/ It's in The Lost Lemons in the NC-17 section. It also had the lemon missing from The Art of Seduction (with drunk Aya).
Review, the pygmies are watching you.
Once again, please pretend flashbacks are italicized
Lemonade
He stood on the balcony off the master bedroom, watching the sea. He had been here for the past several hours thinking, waiting for the sun to rise.
It had been the work of less then twenty minutes of hacking to drain accounts all over the world. Takatori didn't exactly need the money anymore after all.
It had taken significantly more time to go into records and get themselves identities, birth certificates, social security numbers, and a marriage license. They were the only legally married gay men in Japan.
They had purchased a small house, right on the beach. Extremely modest when you took into account their considerable assets, but it was perfect. A little two bedroom house with a cobblestone walk, a picket fence, a four car garage with two extravagant luxury cars, two ridiculously expensive motorcycles, a boat, a study full of state of the art computer crap, a high tech entertainment center with one of those TV's that projects the picture onto the wall (those are so damn cool), a pool table and fully stocked bar, you know, beach house stuff. Oh, and a hideous mailbox shaped like a swan that said TSUKIONO in big obnoxious letters.
It had been two years and they were deliriously happy. Ken had felt guilty about deceiving his teammates, but in the end it really couldn't be helped. As Omi had pointed out to him, there was really no assurance that they wouldn't kill him. He was just as big a danger as he had always been. If he wanted to Omi could easily pick up right where his father and brothers had left off.
They couldn't just leave them to grieve though, every year Ken sent Yoji a Christmas card with five hundred dollars in it and a note that said 'a little something from my sugar daddy; it pays to be topped.' Omi was pretty sure he suspected who sent them, but as far as they could tell he hadn't alerted Kritiker so Omi wasn't overly worried.
Omi smiled when he thought of the sudden epiphany that had led them were they were now.
(-------------------------------------------Flashback to chapter 3
Whatever plans Weiss had, they most certainly involved Hiro being dead.
Mamoru thought about that for a moment. This was good. Hiro had to be stopped. Mamoru had been keeping Hiro in check for year through subtle manipulations, but it was getting harder. He couldn't do anything permanent though because evil or not, Hiro was his only ally. Without Hiro he had no where to go. And without him Oka had no one.
Suddenly everything fell into place. He had a plan of action that if all went well, would end with him free of the Takatoris, free to be with Ken and live out the rest of his life as a normal person. Oka could finish out her schooling in a regular school instead of cloistered with those damned tutors. . . . Mamoru would have to have a little chat with Ken.
Shit.
End Flashback 1----------------------------------------------------------(
The chat had gone better then expected.
(------------------------------------------------------------------------ Flashback 2 to chapter 5
"I would love to." Ken swung around to face him and the relieved and ecstatic look on his face was all the reassurance Mamoru needed, tackling his boyfriend back onto the sofa in a heated kiss.
Mamoru stopped Ken when he started to suck on his neck and pushed him away.
"Ken we need to talk."
"What about Omi?"
"That, my name isn't Omi." Ken looked mildly surprised, but not shocked and smiled for Mamoru to continue. "Omi is the name I put on my fake ID so I could get into the club where I met you. I was only 17 then." Ken looked amused.
"So why didn't you tell me afterwards? You really never have introduced yourself. Lets start over. I'm Ken, Hidaka Ken, it's nice to meet you. How about you and me do some manly nude wrestling?" Ken smirked, Mamoru, however was not laughing.
"Hi, I'm Mamoru, Takatori Mamoru. Are you trying to kill my family?" Ken's grin was gone in an instant and he jumped up off the couch to pace the floor.
"How did you find out?"
"I was visiting Masafumi when you went to kill him."
"Were you the one that. . ."
"Yes." Ken didn't seem shocked at Mamoru's admission that he had killed his own brother.
"Did you kill Reiji too?"
"Yes"
"Mamoru, whatever Hirofumi told you about how he wants to change things, it's not true." Mamoru was a bit surprised by Ken's uncharacteristic perceptiveness.
"I know. That's why I need your help."
End Flashback -------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------(2
They had easily come up with a plan, and then proceeded to the promised "manly nude wrestling."
Things hadn't gone so well. Ken was supposed to stall Weiss long enough for Mamoru to get Hirofumi out of the way and then the three of them would take some money and go someplace quiet to live.
Oka wasn't supposed to die.
That had upset him no end. He didn't believe Hirofumi for a minute that it was Weiss. Ken would never hurt someone so innocent and Swartz had done that sort of thing before. Still, Mamoru had been so upset he had nearly called the whole thing off. But Yoji had walked in while Hiro was breaking the news and he had been forced to tip his hand. He was worried what Hiro might do and he wanted to kill Hiro himself. It was a respect thing. Mamoru had never made anyone do his dirty work. It was unprofessional. Hiro had taught him that.
Ken managed to slip the detonator off of Aya, Aya had no idea he had it when he insisted Yoji leave Ken alone. As soon as they were out of sight Mamoru had pressed some gauze against his superficial wound and Ken had helped him out to his precious motorcycle. They had blown the building as soon as they saw Yoji and Aya were outside of the blast radius.
Mamoru's wound was barely more then a scratch. Just enough to create enough blood to make it look convincingly lethal. Ken drove anyway. They drove almost non-stop all night and most of the next day. They ended up in a little seaside town and got a room in a cute little motel. Mamoru got out his laptop and the next morning Omi and Ken Tsukiono, were the proud owners of their first house.
And now they lived a wonderfully normal life.
Ken coached soccer on the weekends, but mostly the two of them just lounged around and did idle, being in love stuff. They had even adopted a little baby girl, Oka.
Omi looked over at his lover, sprawled out naked over most of the bed, unencumbered by the sheets he had hogged from Omi only to kick them off the side in his sleep.
Omi smiled when he saw the sun peak over the horizon. Dawn, time to wake up Ken-kun.
***
Ken woke up to the not altogether unpleasant feeling of a tongue being run up the crack of his ass. He smiled. He had been pleasantly surprised when he started to wake up in his lover's arms that Omi took morning sex very seriously. 'Most important meal of the day' he insisted, and Ken really couldn't argue with that kind of logic.
It was a ritual, the early morning quickie. Neither one of them ever had anywhere to go, but being early risers it just seemed right to be quick about it so they could get on with the day.
Omi had explained the 'proper wake-up call' to Ken the first morning of their new life.
"Quick, rough sex is the only way to start the day. No foreplay, no teasing, no talking." And then he had fucked Ken's brains out.
It was a good custom.
Ken grinned down at Omi as he unzipped his shorts and whipped out Omi Junior (actually, Omi had named his cock 'Big Bad Seme' but Ken refused to call it that since it implied his cock was less big and bad.) Omi didn't even bother to pull his pants down, just started lubing himself up and then. . .the baby monitor crackled to life.
Omi didn't think twice before zipping up and cleaning himself off. Before you could say "cock-teasing bastard" he was out the door on the way to the nursery.
Captain Kirk (Ken's cock, you know "our mission, to go where no man has gone before" Ken was a closet Trekki) was extremely upset about this, wanting Omi to get back to the task at hand (ha ha I made a punny). But it was really pointless. He went to take a cold shower instead.
Damn kids. Omi and Ken were all set to have you spy on their sex life and they were interrupted. Oh well, better luck next time you perverted yaoi fangirls. How far do you have to go to be considered a lemon? As for this chapter, yes I had it planned this way from the beginning, I don't really believe in pointless sad endings. I also think that if a character starts rich they should end rich none of that 'give up my fortune so we can start as equals' or 'who needs money when you're in love' crap.
For all you perverted Yaoi fangirls out there, I have an account on Mediaminer.org for all of my lemons. They will all be posted as chapters to one long story, with references to the story they apply too. The url is . mediaminer .org /fanfic/view_st.php/56388/ It's in The Lost Lemons in the NC-17 section. It also had the lemon missing from The Art of Seduction (with drunk Aya).