Author Note: What? Only took 6 months for me to get a new chapter out? Hopefully that will not be the case to get chapter 3 out. For those who actually remember this fic and waited it's return thanks for sticking with me for so long. For those who are seeing this for the first time, welcome! Well onto the brand spakin' new chapter!
Chapter 2
There was something about this whole thing that put Ken off. With the mix of half naked alcohol, sex and men the party reeked of vice. He felt sorry for those who were here as pets. Many did not look much older than himself, where the men that had brought them were old enough to be their fathers and even grandfathers. Yohji, in fact, was the youngest man dressed in formal attire. Due to this they were bombarded with questions once they hit the door.
Who were they? Why was Ken so dressed? Was Yohji following some family tradition? Yohji laughed all questions off and lead Ken away. The whole thing disgusted both men.
Early into the evening Yohji led Ken away to a mostly secluded hallway. They had to keep the party guests in sight so they could ID and follow the target. However at this point Yohji roughly pushed Ken up against a wall, cornering him with his arms. With an almost panicked look on his face Ken watched as Yohji moved his body closer, how Yohji's face lightly nuzzled Ken's hair and neck. A chill ran though Ken's body causing him to tense up. A small gasp escaped the bunny's lips as Yohji's lips touched his earlobe.
"Abs is here. See they target?" He asked seriously. All Ken could do was shake his head no. It wasn't that he didn't want to verbally respond, it was just having the blonde so close seemed to have taken all ability to speak away. "Alright. If we get separated come back here right away. I don't want anything to happen to you." And with that Yohji pulled back, straightened his coat and looked around.
"Is he that good? That you couldn't mingle a little before dragging him off somewhere?" Chucked a balding man with a boy dressed in a G-string and cat ears and tail at his feet. "If he is perhaps you'd like to trade for the night?"
With the trademark smirk, Yohji pulled Ken closed and rested his head on the brunet's shoulder, "Gee, thanks but I've had my full of sex kittens. I think I'll keep my frisky little bunny all to myself tonight."
"You do know we all share our toys..."
"What can I say? I never did let the other kiddies play with my things." Yohji sternly stated, emphasizing 'my.'
Perhaps it was the fact that the guy was nothing that Ken would have gone for. Or maybe it was the sad look in the other boy's eyes when his 'owner' was so willing to trade him for another, but what ever it was Ken was glad to be there with Yohji. The more time they spent there the more Ken hated it.
"Now if you excuse us," Yohji started to say, moving to one side of Ken and holding a hand out for him. Greedily taking it he pulled himself protectively closer. Sure it was for show but also he wanted the middle- aged man to know he was off limits, "We really should mingle. This sort of thing is not an everyday occurrence for us."
One did have to admire Yohji's egotistical condescending tone when it was used for good. He had the ability to put men off so they left him alone, jaw opens, wondering if they had been insulted or not. However as the two of them moved towards the crowded room, Ken could feel the icy gaze from his would be suitor burn into the back of his head. Unconsciously he turned back to meet a lustful leer aimed right at him. With a gulp he looked forward attempting to pretend that he was not eye candy to someone that may as well fathered him.
Though it was slightly better when lost within the crowed. Ken did not feel so objectified. This was partly because Yohji glared at anyone who looked at his bunny the wrong way and sent them running with their tail between their legs. But also because there were other, younger, less clothed boys to lust after. Ken made a mental note to apologize to Manx; apparently she did know what she was talking about. Still because his own outfit was so unlike the others, he was only one in color, he could only stand out in such a crowd.
Though he was not exactly helpless either. The few times Yohji did run off on him, usually to get another drink, he was able to fend off his would be suitors by commenting how his "sir" would be very displeased with him for being with another and take it out on his new partner. It surprised Ken how easily he slipped into his role, to a point that he no loner jump and privately glared at Yohji when the blonde patted his butt, right below the cottontail. It did not mean he liked it but as the night went on he knew that was expected of him.
It was nearly two and a half hours since the mission has begun and there has been no word from Omi. Ken had started to wonder if Yohji had some how accidentally turned off his communicator. When it came to the mission itself Balinese was nothing but business. Yet it was not uncommon for small things to pass by him. More than once he had some how turned off his communicator, resulting in long lectures from both Omi and Aya.
Fearing that this was one of these times, Ken went to make sure it was on. If Yohji had the right to feel up Ken then obviously he had the same right. While the taller man talked with a few of the other party guests Ken slipped behind him, pressing the length of his body against the other. So not to draw attention to the urgency Ken felt, he slid his hands up Yohji's back as if to give him a massage. Taking his time to make it look real, he was able to feel the older man tense up at the touching. Pulling himself up slightly, Ken moved forward leaning close to Yohji's right ear; where the communicator was suppose to be. Lightly nibbling on the back of the lobe, Ken listened carefully for the slight buzzing that indicated a connection to another person.
"Looks like you got a feisty one on you're hands." One of the gentlemen commented as the all snickers. Partly gald Yohji tensed even further in frustration, Ken batted his eyes and slinked down.
"I do like the excitement in my bed. The feistier they are in public, the more responsive they are in bed." Yohji responded like it was nothing, while tugging Ken around so he was placed in front of the group. "But I told him id he did not behave tonight he would not receive his treat."
By now Yohji's arms tightly held Ken, holding him close to his chest. Looking over his shoulder Ken's eyes seemed to ask what. However it was soon replaced by one of shock as Yohji's tongue played along ear, the same way Ken had. Unable to stop it, his body shuddered under this touch. If that was just for show he wondered what else Yohji did when it was just him and one of his one-week stands.
With a smile Yohji once again took Ken by the hand and lead him away. The two of them ended up on the dance floor, which was one of the few uncrowned places. Crushing their bodies together Yohji once again placed his lips next to Ken's ear.
"What were you doing Siberian?" Yohji enquired, not exactly mad but not happy about what had happened.
"I was just making sure we had contact with the others. It usually doesn't take Bombay this long." He justified while being dipped.
The two of them moved like this was a normal thing for them. Movements flowed together. There was no hesitation between what would happen next, what move they should do. Yohji did not really need to lead his little pet around the floor. If felt to Ken as if the two of them had done this a million times before. He felt comfortable being so long, touching so much. He felt as if their bodies belong together.
"And I thought you just wanted me for my body." Joked Yohji, the playful time back in his voice. Ken just glared up at him, as if he wanted to speak again. "Now lets give them a real show."
With the trademark twinkle in his eye he pulled Ken closed to him, making the brunet's body move in time with his. Ken wrapped his arms around Yohji's neck one again, pulling himself within inches of the other man's parted lips. One of Yohji's hands pressed against the small of Ken's back while the other guided one of the naked legs up so Ken's thigh rested against Yohji's hip. The blonde's lips moved closed, closing the gap and pressing against Ken's. Wanting to show his partner that two could play, Ken slightly parted his own lips, running his tongue along the soft skin of Yohji's lips. However before anything could go deeper a small voice called out to them.
"Balinese, I have the data. Locate the target and inform Abyssinian of his location, then stay clear. Make your way towards an exit. You do not want to be found out." Omi cautioned them.
Pulling Ken upright the two men scanned the room. Before was just time for them to get acquainted with the surroundings and goof off a little, but now there was a job to do. Turning around the dance floor a few time Ken started to get jumpy and trip over his dance partner.
"You may be a good kisser Hidaka but you suck at---" Yohji started to comment before he was rudely interrupted.
"Shut up, turn me one hundred and eighty degrees and dip me I see him." Ken ordered. Yohji quickly did as he was told "By the corner with the two cat boys all over each other."
" Abyssinian, we have the target."
To Be Continued.
Chapter 2
There was something about this whole thing that put Ken off. With the mix of half naked alcohol, sex and men the party reeked of vice. He felt sorry for those who were here as pets. Many did not look much older than himself, where the men that had brought them were old enough to be their fathers and even grandfathers. Yohji, in fact, was the youngest man dressed in formal attire. Due to this they were bombarded with questions once they hit the door.
Who were they? Why was Ken so dressed? Was Yohji following some family tradition? Yohji laughed all questions off and lead Ken away. The whole thing disgusted both men.
Early into the evening Yohji led Ken away to a mostly secluded hallway. They had to keep the party guests in sight so they could ID and follow the target. However at this point Yohji roughly pushed Ken up against a wall, cornering him with his arms. With an almost panicked look on his face Ken watched as Yohji moved his body closer, how Yohji's face lightly nuzzled Ken's hair and neck. A chill ran though Ken's body causing him to tense up. A small gasp escaped the bunny's lips as Yohji's lips touched his earlobe.
"Abs is here. See they target?" He asked seriously. All Ken could do was shake his head no. It wasn't that he didn't want to verbally respond, it was just having the blonde so close seemed to have taken all ability to speak away. "Alright. If we get separated come back here right away. I don't want anything to happen to you." And with that Yohji pulled back, straightened his coat and looked around.
"Is he that good? That you couldn't mingle a little before dragging him off somewhere?" Chucked a balding man with a boy dressed in a G-string and cat ears and tail at his feet. "If he is perhaps you'd like to trade for the night?"
With the trademark smirk, Yohji pulled Ken closed and rested his head on the brunet's shoulder, "Gee, thanks but I've had my full of sex kittens. I think I'll keep my frisky little bunny all to myself tonight."
"You do know we all share our toys..."
"What can I say? I never did let the other kiddies play with my things." Yohji sternly stated, emphasizing 'my.'
Perhaps it was the fact that the guy was nothing that Ken would have gone for. Or maybe it was the sad look in the other boy's eyes when his 'owner' was so willing to trade him for another, but what ever it was Ken was glad to be there with Yohji. The more time they spent there the more Ken hated it.
"Now if you excuse us," Yohji started to say, moving to one side of Ken and holding a hand out for him. Greedily taking it he pulled himself protectively closer. Sure it was for show but also he wanted the middle- aged man to know he was off limits, "We really should mingle. This sort of thing is not an everyday occurrence for us."
One did have to admire Yohji's egotistical condescending tone when it was used for good. He had the ability to put men off so they left him alone, jaw opens, wondering if they had been insulted or not. However as the two of them moved towards the crowded room, Ken could feel the icy gaze from his would be suitor burn into the back of his head. Unconsciously he turned back to meet a lustful leer aimed right at him. With a gulp he looked forward attempting to pretend that he was not eye candy to someone that may as well fathered him.
Though it was slightly better when lost within the crowed. Ken did not feel so objectified. This was partly because Yohji glared at anyone who looked at his bunny the wrong way and sent them running with their tail between their legs. But also because there were other, younger, less clothed boys to lust after. Ken made a mental note to apologize to Manx; apparently she did know what she was talking about. Still because his own outfit was so unlike the others, he was only one in color, he could only stand out in such a crowd.
Though he was not exactly helpless either. The few times Yohji did run off on him, usually to get another drink, he was able to fend off his would be suitors by commenting how his "sir" would be very displeased with him for being with another and take it out on his new partner. It surprised Ken how easily he slipped into his role, to a point that he no loner jump and privately glared at Yohji when the blonde patted his butt, right below the cottontail. It did not mean he liked it but as the night went on he knew that was expected of him.
It was nearly two and a half hours since the mission has begun and there has been no word from Omi. Ken had started to wonder if Yohji had some how accidentally turned off his communicator. When it came to the mission itself Balinese was nothing but business. Yet it was not uncommon for small things to pass by him. More than once he had some how turned off his communicator, resulting in long lectures from both Omi and Aya.
Fearing that this was one of these times, Ken went to make sure it was on. If Yohji had the right to feel up Ken then obviously he had the same right. While the taller man talked with a few of the other party guests Ken slipped behind him, pressing the length of his body against the other. So not to draw attention to the urgency Ken felt, he slid his hands up Yohji's back as if to give him a massage. Taking his time to make it look real, he was able to feel the older man tense up at the touching. Pulling himself up slightly, Ken moved forward leaning close to Yohji's right ear; where the communicator was suppose to be. Lightly nibbling on the back of the lobe, Ken listened carefully for the slight buzzing that indicated a connection to another person.
"Looks like you got a feisty one on you're hands." One of the gentlemen commented as the all snickers. Partly gald Yohji tensed even further in frustration, Ken batted his eyes and slinked down.
"I do like the excitement in my bed. The feistier they are in public, the more responsive they are in bed." Yohji responded like it was nothing, while tugging Ken around so he was placed in front of the group. "But I told him id he did not behave tonight he would not receive his treat."
By now Yohji's arms tightly held Ken, holding him close to his chest. Looking over his shoulder Ken's eyes seemed to ask what. However it was soon replaced by one of shock as Yohji's tongue played along ear, the same way Ken had. Unable to stop it, his body shuddered under this touch. If that was just for show he wondered what else Yohji did when it was just him and one of his one-week stands.
With a smile Yohji once again took Ken by the hand and lead him away. The two of them ended up on the dance floor, which was one of the few uncrowned places. Crushing their bodies together Yohji once again placed his lips next to Ken's ear.
"What were you doing Siberian?" Yohji enquired, not exactly mad but not happy about what had happened.
"I was just making sure we had contact with the others. It usually doesn't take Bombay this long." He justified while being dipped.
The two of them moved like this was a normal thing for them. Movements flowed together. There was no hesitation between what would happen next, what move they should do. Yohji did not really need to lead his little pet around the floor. If felt to Ken as if the two of them had done this a million times before. He felt comfortable being so long, touching so much. He felt as if their bodies belong together.
"And I thought you just wanted me for my body." Joked Yohji, the playful time back in his voice. Ken just glared up at him, as if he wanted to speak again. "Now lets give them a real show."
With the trademark twinkle in his eye he pulled Ken closed to him, making the brunet's body move in time with his. Ken wrapped his arms around Yohji's neck one again, pulling himself within inches of the other man's parted lips. One of Yohji's hands pressed against the small of Ken's back while the other guided one of the naked legs up so Ken's thigh rested against Yohji's hip. The blonde's lips moved closed, closing the gap and pressing against Ken's. Wanting to show his partner that two could play, Ken slightly parted his own lips, running his tongue along the soft skin of Yohji's lips. However before anything could go deeper a small voice called out to them.
"Balinese, I have the data. Locate the target and inform Abyssinian of his location, then stay clear. Make your way towards an exit. You do not want to be found out." Omi cautioned them.
Pulling Ken upright the two men scanned the room. Before was just time for them to get acquainted with the surroundings and goof off a little, but now there was a job to do. Turning around the dance floor a few time Ken started to get jumpy and trip over his dance partner.
"You may be a good kisser Hidaka but you suck at---" Yohji started to comment before he was rudely interrupted.
"Shut up, turn me one hundred and eighty degrees and dip me I see him." Ken ordered. Yohji quickly did as he was told "By the corner with the two cat boys all over each other."
" Abyssinian, we have the target."
To Be Continued.