Author's Notes…
[1] Ummm… this is Yoippari. Um… I'm all embarrassed cause of what Ash stuck up there on the front of Chapter 4. So you should know… didn't mean any of that stuff. So just pretend it wasn't there. If my friends loved me, they'd leave me personal reviews, too (sniff, sniff)… but apparently (sob) they don't (sob sob wail) so I'll just have to live vicariously through the unparalleled talent known as Ash the Amazing Author of Stupendous Smut. So don't stop sending her those wonderful reviews, okay? She deserves them, dontcha think?!
[2] Uh hi guys, 'tish Ash. Yoippari's being too damn humble coz she writes, like, 100 gazillion times better than I can ever hope to. It's a miracle she's willing to collab with me *clings to Yoippari and cries and cries* Plot forthcoming. After all we can't just have sex in here, ne? So on with the chapter… *glues to Yoippari's arm like a leech*
[DISCLAIMERS]
Yoippari : We don't own Weiss.
Pheno : No we don't.
Yoippari : Don't sue us. We're poor.
Pheno : We only have… *digs through pockets* …rusty keys. Um, a quarter. Aspirin. Ooh, a night-time extra long napkin. Tissue paper, the Tempo kind. Pocket lint. And… er… breath mints…
Yoippari : *pops Air Waves into mouth* And minus breath mints. Conclusion : Don't sue us.
[AUTHORS] : Yoippari & Phenocrystian
[WARNINGS]
Yoippari : In this chapter, we have a nice bit of Ken… and Ken's bits.
Ken : *miffed* A little bit of what?
Pheno : *rips off and tosses Ken's underpants into the air* Whoohoo!
Ken : O.O
Yoippari : Hai. There you go. Ken's bits.
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CHAPTER FIVEYoji drove.
A slight shift of warm weight forced him to wrench his attention towards the stoned brunette.
He stared down at his lap. At the parted swollen mouth. At the dark chopped bangs sweeping across closed eyes. At the eerily feminine long lashes resting upon smooth flushed cheeks.
Ken muttered something incoherent in his sleep and wetted chapped lips with the tip of his tongue. Yoji bit back a groan and trained his eyes on the road.
Shit.
He counted ten. Counter counted. An angry horn honked and Yoji spun the wheel, skidded back into his lane, a narrow miss from colliding with a tomato red jeep. He received a salute involving one finger and a popular four-letter expression. Yoji returned the favor without enthusiasm.
Then he felt it.
Warm lips nuzzled him through the constrictions of his skintight pants. The rough friction ignited lust, fanning the dim flickering glow into blazing flames.
Yoji's foot slammed down on brake.
Time to stop. Yeah. Definitely time for a pit stop.
Ken's head lurched and he buried his face in Yoji's throbbing groin, twin arms twining around his waist like a possessive vine.
"Holy fuck!"
Cursing a rapid string in Japanese, Yoji slipped his hands under Ken's armpits and made a feeble attempt to tug the brunette to a sitting position. It so didn't work. Ken was heavier than he looked.
For a freeze frame moment, Yoji's eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated on the sensual shifting of corded muscles beneath warm pliant skin, imagined how it would feel if he could run his palms down that strong, toned chest and washboard abdomen. Cool mouth on hot lips. Soft skin on hard muscles. He was suddenly struck by an overwhelming urge to explore every inch of Ken's firm lean body with eager lips and tongue…
Ken collapsed against Yoji.
… and remind himself once again that Ken was a co-worker and not a potential conquest. Once again he was forced to relinquish his hold on the gleaming trophy hovering not three inches under his nose 24/7.
Wordlessly he took in Ken's disarrayed form.
Ken lay slumped, his head against Yoji's chest, body sprawled across Yoji's lap, long legs stretched out on the passenger seat at a comfortable angle. He made a soft keening sound in the back of his throat and dabbed a small pink tongue across slightly parted lips.
Yoji groaned, his head falling back. If Ken was going to do that anymore, he was going to toss Ken into the leather backseat, rip open his jeans and fuck his clumsy brains from the inside out.
With a grunt of effort, he wrapped his hands around Ken's biceps and pulled.
"Come on, Ken," he bit out. "Come on."
Ken moaned in protest. He tossed his dark head and spread his legs ever so slightly. As if Ken's earlier exploits on the dance floor weren't enough, the slow shifting contours of lean hips and narrow waist were very nearly enough to drive Yoji insane.
Fuck it. Kudou Yoji wasn't one to let once-in-a-lifetime chances slip away.
Fisting a hand in Ken's soft dark hair, he pulled the brunette's face to him and kissed him with an intensity he hadn't possessed in a long time. Ken's mouth was soft, sweet, unresisting. And incredibly erotic.
Erotic? Ken? He licked the corners of the brunette's lips, tasting the lingering flavor of beer and sweat before turning his attention to explore the warm, wet cavern of Ken's partially open mouth.
Oh god. There was no other word for it. He had spent hours… days… admiring the young soccer addict bouncing around the shop. Like that stormy day Ken had dragged himself into the shop after another day of coaching, looking all hot and wet and sexy in his cute little soccer shorts, his face framed in drenched dark locks from the rain. Blinking, shivering, looking like he could use a little body warmth Yoji would have been more than happy to offer. But he'd restrained himself.
And god knows how hard that was.
Ken, being Ken, had been completely oblivious.
But that was then. This was now.
Yoji sucked at Ken's neck, devouring the tender flesh with hungry bites and nibbles. Goddamnit but Ken tasted so fucking good. Yoji's heart plummeted to his toes as Ken gave another low whimper and slumped bonelessly against Yoji's chest, eyes closed, fingers tangling tightly in the fabric of his bloodred shirt as he pressed his warm body closer.
Yoji pushed Ken back onto the seat. Nimble fingers set to work and within seconds, Ken's jeans were off his hips and around his ankles.
Yoji slowly trailed one fingertip along the length of Ken's cock. Ken made a small desperate sound and pushed his hips towards Yoji. A wicked smile played about Yoji's lips at the sound, and he wrapped a hand around Ken cock and pumped slowly, teasing forth another moan from Ken. He looked up and saw the look of open pleasure on the brunette's sweet face and grinned.
He'd better be dreaming about me and no one else, Yoji thought as a fresh wave of possessiveness washed over him. He wanted Ken. He wanted Ken to want him. And he wanted to be the only one Ken ever wanted.
That's not too bizarre, he decided, pushing the soft worn cotton of Ken's t-shirt up to his chin exposing hard, muscled flesh, admiring the alluring glow of sun-kissed skin under soft light from isolated street lamps. He pressed his mouth against a small brown nipple and teased the hardening nub with his tongue. Suckling, biting, drowning in the pooling heat in his own groin, feeding on each small shameless moan emitted from deep within the soccer player's throat.
Yoji fisted Ken's cock and swept his thumb over the weeping slit. His eyes never left the jerking hips and heaving chest as he tightened his fingers. With each hard stroke he felt Ken shudder within the firm wet grip of his hand.
Encouraged by Ken's increasingly desperate moans, he cupped Ken's heavy sacs with his free hand. Long bronzed legs parted, unconsciously allowing Yoji added access to that lovely overheating body.
But it was not enough. He didn't just want to get Ken all hot and bothered, he wanted… more.
He released his grip on Ken, and Ken groaned at the loss of sensation.
"Please…" Ken whispered.
Yoji froze. The single word hung between. He stared hungrily at the athletic, albeit practically unconscious body laid out before him. Oh god. That plea… the drunk, broken baritone practically dripping with carnal lust…
And all this time, he'd almost regarded Ken as asexual. What with the countless hints he'd dropped over the years. The jokes, the teasing, the sexual innuendo had all sailed right over the brunette's pretty brown head more times than he could count.
Yoji closed his eyes. This was wrong. On so many levels. Ken was his friend, his coworker, his teammate.
Hell… Ken was drunk. Ken was more than drunk. Ken was bombed out of his mind. That was bad enough.
But fuck. He wanted Ken. Now. He wanted to bury himself in that tight body. Hear Ken shout his name. Hear Ken scream.
But he couldn't do that. Despite the overwhelming lust boiling in his blood, he couldn't violate Ken like that. Even if… oh Jesus…
Ken moved again. Whimpered. Reached blindly for hands he knew were nearby.
Goddamit. He couldn't do that, but he sure as hell could make Ken scream.
Growling, Yoji locked his fingers around Ken's slender olive wrists and pinned them to his sides. He bent his head, and Ken cried out from the sensual assault. Yoji trailed a long line of kisses over the bronzed tense thighs and sucked at the hollow of his pelvis hungrily, wringing cry after cry from the quivering brunette. Then he fastened his hot mouth on Ken's straining cock.
He wasn't disappointed. Ken arched off the leather seat and thrust once, hard. Mmm… Ken was terribly flexible, wasn't he… Yoji's mind was unceremoniously filled with more dirty thoughts than he imagined possible as Ken's body writhed beneath him.
Yoji scraped his teeth over sensitive skin and caressed the soft patch of flesh before the flinching hole. He took Ken deep. Sucking hard. Using his tongue and lips to destroy the young man's control.
It was all over too soon. Ken came with a strangled groan, spurting hot wet semen down Yoji's throat. Yoji casually licked the spent cock clean, feeling it twitch under the experimental probing of his tongue.
It was a sight that made him smile.
He pulled himself upright and settled back in his seat, casting a sad look at the bulging front of his own leather pants.
Damn.
Green eyes were set and thoughtful as Yoji drove home. But as the Seven pulled back into the carpark, he glanced over at Ken, lying sated, still and completely undignified in his car, and he grinned. This was definitely something he could get used to.
He had always imagined Ken to be sensitive. And now he'd had the chance to be proven right. It had most certainly been a good day.
A damn fine day if he did say so himself.
Yoji dragged Ken out of the car and practically carried the stoned brunette up the stairs, grunting in wordless complaint. It didn't help that Ken was solidly built and sleeping like the dead. Though he had to admit, a drunk Ken was a delectable temptation. One that he'd very much like to meet again… and again.
After fumbling through Ken's pockets and searching through his leather coat, Yoji shook out the keys to Ken's apartment. He kicked open the door and flipped on the lights, surprised by the neatness of the room. He had always stereotyped jocks as the messy sort.
Not Ken.
Groaning under the weight, Yoji dragged Ken over to the tidy bed and dropped him on soft white sheets. His fingers drifted across Ken's collarbone, up his neck, along his jaw. Ken turned into the touch, drawn to the warmth. Yoji leaned and pressed a soft kiss to his temple before throwing a quilt over the limp body and sauntering out of door, hands hooked in his pockets, a small smile playing about his lips.
A hot spicy night with little Ken-ken. It wasn't too bizarre.
Was it?
:+: OUTTAKES :+: (Um… more insanity?)
Pheno : Gomen ne, this chapter came awfully slow coz I got the writer's block.
Writer's block : *waves tentatively* Hi?
Yoippari : *yelps* Argh! Get away from me! *flees*
Everyone : *applauds beatifically*
Yoippari : *yells and points* Why aren't you protecting us??! Bad Weiss! Bad Aya! No Ken-ken sex for you!
Aya : O.O *picks up katana in renewed vigor* Writer's block! SHI'NE!
Yoji : *flicks lighter and advances Writer's Block menacingly*
Writer's block : *hitches her skirts to her knees and scampers down the street* Damnit! What's wrong with you people?
Pheno : *picks up pen and exhales* Ah, the beauty of true lust…
Ken : *whimpers* Help… help! *looks around and notices a room full of lecherous grins* Help…?
Yohji : *snaps* What now? *sets a screaming Writer's Block on fire*
Ken : These people… *gestures a grinning Yoippari & Ash* They… they're making me have sex with… with HIM!
Schuldich : *smirks*
Yohji : Oh dear. That's an absolute disgrace. *slips Yoippari a $50 bill and whispers in her ear* Now when can I have my turn?
~The next day *dingle* Bell rings…~
Ken: *wearily* Irrashai.... *looks up, sees Schu* FOOOMP! *hits the floor*
Schuldich: *stands over Ken and pouts* Well this is no fun.*pokes him with his shoe*
Aya: *peers over newspaper* Buy something or get out.
Schuldich: *looks around and frowns* Hmmm. How much for him? *points to Ken*
Aya: *glances over newspaper at an unconscious Ken-ken* $20 bucks an hour. $40 if you want the soccer outfit.
Schuldich: *peels off a $20, slaps it on the counter, hauls Ken over his shoulder and exits* Ja ne!
Yoji: *grumbles* You charged me $50 and I didn't even get the soccer uniform.
Aya: *mutters* Shi'ne.