[AUTHOR'S NOTES (MUST READ!)]
One word of attention, everyone.
Argh! *pulls hair out in frustration* This is collaboration!
Which means this fic is written by the wondrous and talented Yoippari-sama and lousy
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writing this collaboration with me. *worships the great and glorious
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read. Shoo!
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*rib-cracking glomps* You're the best thing that ever happened to me since Ken.
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[DISCLAIMERS] : You own Weiss. *bricks you before you can defend yourself*
[AUTHORS] : Yoippari & Phenocrystian
[WARNINGS]
Ken : This chapter contains… *breaks off and points at Ash whose nose is currently buried in a pile of books* Why isn't she talking?
Yoippari : *whispers* Hush. She's studying for her English Literature exam on Macbeth.
Aya : *yells* I don't care! I don't want her here!
Pheno : *points at Aya* Aroint thee, bitch!
Everyone : O.O
Yoippari : Guess she's bitten by the Shakespearean bug, ne?
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Ken pressed his cheek against the hot sweaty flesh of Schuldich's neck. Inhaled the sour stench of long-consumed alcohol and smoke. Matted red strands stuck to his heated skin and without so much of a thought, he flicked out his tongue, tasting beads of drying perspiration.
Tasting sex.
Tasting Schuldich.
He felt the lanky body shudder beneath him and caught the harsh gasp as the German ground himself against the cold brick wall. Felt Schuldich's insides lock around his soft cock. Felt the light tremors running through the body beneath his. Sweat-sheened skin caressed sweat-sheened skin. Ken's eyes fluttered shut, and he buried his face in the crook of the redhead's neck, cradling Schuldich between his thighs.
Soft sounds of sated sex filled the dark alley. Ken was vaguely aware of the faint moans, the soft whimpers. His mind was blank, drowning still in physical gratification. An elbow jarred his ribs and jolted Ken awake from his dazed state. He groaned as Schuldich pulled away. The shock of cold air hit his cock and he shivered, instantly missing the heat, the slickness.
Limp and spent, emotional and mental defenses blatantly stripped, Ken almost fell if not for Schuldich's arms wrapping around his waist, steadying him on his feet. He slumped against the lean torso, suddenly sapped of strength. Until he felt the hot mouth descend upon his. The aggressive swipe of tongue cleaving his lips open, dabbing the wet cavern of his mouth, demanding response.
God.
God, no.
Ken shoved Schuldich away. Bent. Hunched over and threw up.
Suddenly he felt sick. Ill. Head too muddy to even think straight. His insides rumbled in an extremely unpleasant fashion. Knew he should breathe but couldn't. Knew he should relax but failed. His guts twisted painfully. Thorns on thorns. Vises on vises. Cracked his bones and crushed his ribs, forcing him to keel and vomit again until the best he could offer was dry heaves.
He collapsed on the ground.
Warm lips pressed against his temple. He felt the smile. The cocky, victorious sneer of triumph. A warm hand curled around his cock and stroked him. Slowly. Seductively. He didn't resist. Couldn't.
Then the searing touch was gone.
It took him minutes, hours perhaps, to still his panicked mind and stagger to unsteady feet. Ken braced himself against the wall. Pushed his greasy hair from his face and swung his gaze around. No sign of the redhead. He focused on the angry pounding of music on the other side of the wall. The rhythm thumped under his hands, sped through his frazzled brain, forcing him to relinquish his iron block against reality and allow the clarity of the situation to flow free.
Shit.
He was neck-deep in shit. He, Hidaka Ken, of all people had just ass-fucked the infamous slut German.
Damn you, Yoji. Damn you!
Ken spat on the ground, trying to remove the awful taste from his mouth. Vomit and Schuldich. He sneered at himself in disgust. "You deserve what you get Hidaka," he muttered to himself.
He checked his clothing one more time, pushed his hair out of his eyes, and stumbled around the corner of the building. He pushed his way back into the club, ignoring the burly bouncer's look of abhorrence.
Once inside, the smells, the sounds, the noise overwhelmed him once more. He felt sick again.
His eyes focused on a small tattoo of a bat at the base of the slender neck of the woman standing next to him. He reached out and touched her arm. "Hey. There a bathroom in here?" he shouted in her ear.
She turned, fixed him with beautiful, black lined blue eyes. Her lips curved into a sly smile. "Maybe. What's it worth to you?" She tossed her blue dreads audaciously.
Ken sighed and closed his eyes. "What. What do you want?" he asked tiredly.
His eyes snapped open as her deep throaty laugh washed over him. She pulled him close, then spun him around so her chest was pressed against his back. She extended her arm, pointing over his shoulder. "It's over there, honey," she laughed. "You better be careful," she added wryly. "Someone might just take a bite out of an innocent little thing like you. Or worse".
"Uh… th-thanks," Ken stammered as he made a bee-line for the bathroom. He wasn't quite sure if that was a compliment or an insult.
He pushed open the door, coughed violently as he inhaled a lungful of sweet smoke, and headed for the sink. He twisted the faucet angrily and brought a handful of cold water to his lips. He rinsed his mouth over and over again, willing to give just about anything for a bottle of mouthwash.
He caught a glimpse of his disheveled reflection in the dirty mirror and paused.
Or bleach, he thought bitterly.
Ken staggered back into the club without knowing how. Settled into a booth without knowing why. His breath came in short ragged gasps. He sucked in a mouthful of air and choked on bitter rants. Hurled obscenities and insults at everyone in sight.
"You look like you could use a drink."
Ken opened his mouth, an angry retort on the tip of his tongue. But he paused, turned his wary stare on the girl. Jet-black hair, blue eyes. Full lips painted in a dark purple that, to Ken, strongly resembled the color of a flaring bruise. He studied her black shredded top, her strapless bra, her toned midriff. Despite all the heavy makeup, he could tell that she was beautiful. He snapped his mouth shut, suddenly at a loss for words.
"Beer?" she suggested, hands on hips. Bare hips. Her wrap-around skirt slung low and cut high.
Ken nodded.
* * *
Yoji pushed past dancing bodies and peered over spiked heads. Where was Ken? The last he had seen of the soccer-addicted youth, he was on the dance floor with some pretty goth chick clinging to his waist. That was a little over two hours ago. Yoji broke into a scowl.
Suddenly the crowd erupted into cheers. Loud hoots and obscene catcalls. Yoji tried to ignore them.
Where the hell was Ken?
He resisted the shrieking urge to follow the noise to its source. Screw the crowd.
Ken. He had to find Ken.
God knows how clumsy the brunette was. How easy he was to offend. With his sweet naive face and tight ass, Yoji could name a list of endless reasons why half the population in the room would be more than happy to eat poor boy alive.
The cheers grew louder. Damn. Curiosity got the better of him, and he turned to seek out the sudden celebrity. Yoji shouldered a burly, tough-looking guy aside and slipped between two excited, bouncing goth girls.
His jaw dropped.
He found Ken, all right. Ken was fine. Ken was more than fine. Hell, he'd recognize that worn blue tee a mile away.
A slender frame gyrated through the shadows. Not one. Two. A girl and a Ken. Booted ankles matched sneaker-clad feet as they moved sinuously to the music. The girl was rubbing against Ken. Generous breasts grazed a hard lean chest. She nibbled the tip of her finger sensuously before swiping the digit across Ken's parted lips. He ground himself against her thigh and sucked on her fingers hungrily. Urgent. Hot. Demanding.
It was an Oscar-worthy performance of dirty dancing.
The girl was gorgeous. And she was good. Flawless. Seamless. Definitely a pro. But it was Ken who captured his rapt attention.
Corded arms twisted to the thumping beat. Jean-clad hips swaying seductively to screaming music. Ken's head tipped back, eyes closed. His thick hair delectably tousled, jagged bangs whispering across his face with every movement he made. Yoji drank in every delicious detail of his teammate's disarrayed form. The half-zipped jeans. The loose waistband dipping down to expose his hard pelvis. The firm expanse of sun-tanned skin bared as the pretty goth chick slid her hand over his stomach. He seemed lost.
Lost in the music. Lost in the feel of warm body rubbing against his own. Lost in his newly acquired audience.
Yoji lingered on the shifting lines of that young lean body.
Damn.
Ken was hot.
Ken.
Of all people, it had to be him.
A fresh wave of desire washed over Yoji and he was stunned. What was he thinking? It was Ken. Hidaka Ken. Kid-loving, soccer-addicted, over-energetic Ken-ken.
Fuck.
Dark painted lips latched on Ken's shoulder and Yoji caught the desperate movement of Ken's throat working hard to hold back a moan. Dammit. Yoji's senses were overwhelmed. Excited. Stimulated. Attracted. Like a magnet.
He wanted Ken. Goddamn. He wanted him now.
And Kudou Yoji never shared.
Ken was startled out of his dreamy trance when a warm hand closed around his wrist, yanking him from the embrace of his current partner. Ken looked up, mildly bewildered, into the smoldering green eyes of his elder teammate.
"Yoji?" he inquired in confusion as the tall blond dragged him off the dance floor.
"Ja ne, Ken-kun! That was fun!" the girl waved after them. "See you later?"
Yoji gave Ken no time to protest or to return the goodbye. He half pulled, half yanked the brunette out of the club. He slid into the driver's seat of the Seven, started the car. Ken was standing beside the open door.
He looked… lost.
"Just get the fuck in, will you?" Yoji lashed out in impatience. Ken complied and slipped onto the soft leather seat, slowly pulling the door closed. He stared at the dashboard for a moment wondering… wondering if Yoji knew. Knew what he had done.
He turned his head and chanced a quick glance at Yoji.
Yoji was angry. He could see it. See it in the tightness of his jaw. The firm line of his mouth.
Such a sensuous mouth, further pronounced in a near-pout. So kissable.
Ken immediately looked away. He was blushing. He knew it. Could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. What the hell was wrong with him? It was the girl. That was it. His blood was boiling. His skin was on fire. She'd worked him into such a… such a…
Suddenly the roar of the engine died.
Yoji didn't move. One hand on the wheel the other on the ignition.
Ken didn't look at him. Couldn't.
"What did you think you were doing, Ken?" Yoji asked softly, his voice tight, strained.
Ken didn't answer. He stared straight ahead. The blush spreading over his skin. He willed it to stop.
Yoji sighed. "I just don't understand, Ken. That… that wasn't like you. I mean you don't… You're not like that." Yoji was quiet for a moment. Then he added gently, "At least I didn't think you were."
Ken's hands tightened into hard fists on his thighs. Of course that wasn't like him. Of course he wasn't like that. Did Yoji think he was proud of what he had done? Did he honestly think that he had planned to do that? With… with… him?
He heard Yoji swear. "Dammit, Ken. Answer me." Felt Yoji's firm fingers on his chin, pulling his gaze to the angry green eyes boring into his soul.
Ken opened his mouth. But he couldn't speak. He stared into Yoji's eyes and saw the confusion rippling across the emerald depths. Finally, finally he managed to whisper, "I'm sorry."
Shock was evident in Yoji's expression. "You're sorry?" he asked. "You're sorry?" He repeated, louder.
Ken dropped his gaze. He wanted to turn his head away, but he just didn't have the strength to fight anymore. Didn't want to fight anymore. "I didn't mean for it to happen, Yoji. I… just… did... I know I'm a fool. I know I'm an embarrassment to you. To Weiss…"
Ken's words were abruptly cut off as Yoji's mouth descended upon his. A long hot, hungry kiss. But still just a teasing taste of Yoji really. Under it all… softness. A slight gentle brush of the tip of his tongue against Ken's lips. Ken could feel something in Yoji's kiss… restraint maybe? He didn't know. Didn't care. As he opened his mouth to Yoji. Inviting him in.
Yoji's tongue plunged deep into his mouth. His hand cradled the back of Ken's head, fingers sliding into thick soft hair. So good. So warm. He didn't want to stop. Never wanted to stop. He heard the soft sound emanating from deep within Ken's throat and roughly broke the kiss. But he didn't let Ken go.
"You have nothing to apologize for, Ken," Yoji whispered against his lips. "Watching you with that girl… oh god…" Yoji groaned. A low desperate sound of want.
Yoji pulled back and studied Ken. Ken's eyes were dark, unfocused.
His smile was not.
"Ken?" he asked tentatively.
Ken's smile widened, his eyes unnaturally bright.
Then they rolled to the back of his head and he passed out, tousled head dropping upon Yoji's thighs.
:+: OUTTAKES :+: Extra long outtake to compensate for the extra short one last time. Enjoy! (Weiss Kruez: The Gluhen Edition)
Ken : *blush*
Schuldich : *spends thirty seconds running through a complete repertoire of German unpleasantries*
Yoippari : *scolds* Chill out, Schu. You know you want Ken.
Ken : *full-fledged blush* Does anyone mind if I find a hole to burrow in for the time being? *crawls into the cupboard and shuts himself in* Sankyuu.
Pheno : *gets flashbacks of Schu's 'hole', but keeps quiet about it*
Schuldich : *glares at Ash* I did. I do. But I don't want him like that!
Yoippari : *waves absently* We let you have your way with him, you little ingrate of a German.
Yohji : *heads off to wire the goddamn barber who massacred his beautiful hair*
Ken : *flings open the cupboard door* Hiding in a cupboard is totally pointless!
Pheno : ^.^ *pounces Ken*
Ken : *chokes* ACK!
Yoippari : *yells* No! Bad Ash! Sit!
Pheno : *sits*
Everyone : O.O
Schuldich : Impressive. Does it come with a leash and collar?
Yoippari : *smacks Schuldich upside the head*
Omi : Where's Yoji-kun?
Aya : *glares* Yoji... has departed… on a noble quest. He seeks… REVENGE.
Yoippari : *snorts*
Pheno : Oh boy. Here we go again.
Yoji : *saunters in with a giant latte… and a huge red tattoo of a cross on his chest*
Everyone : O.O
Yoji : What?!
Ken : *stares at Yoji's chest* I... uh… thought you were on a noble quest for revenge.
Yoji : Huh?
Crawford: Um, the barber? Hello? Ring a bell?
Yoji : Huh?
Schuldich : *takes his hand off Crawford's ass* Shiest. The barber. You were on a quest to kill your barber.
Yoji : *blinks* I was?
Schuldich : *tosses his loooooooong red hair over his shoulder* For cutting your hair.. like.. that… *points and snickers*
Yoji : Oh. *blinks* Oh. *eyes narrow* Wait a minute… Are you saying you don't like my new look, carrot top?
Schuldich : *sniffs disdainfully*
Yoippari : *facepalm*
Pheno : *gooses Ken* You, on the other hand, look good enough to eat, soccer boy…
Ken : Eeeep! *crawls back in the cupboard*
Yoji : *stares into mirror, panicked* Aya? Aya? What's wrong with my hair? Omi? Come on guys… tell me… do I look stupid?
Yoippari : No you don't. *plops tux hat on Yoji's head* NOW you look stupid.
Ken : ARRRRRRRRRRGH!!! *flies out of cupboard screaming and headbutts into Aya*
Aya : *growls* Shi'ne.
Yoippari & Pheno : *nonchalantly push the kicking, screaming barber back into the cupboard*