Disclaimer: This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Warning: Mild language, violence, sexual content between males, suggested incest, and disturbing imagery. If any of this bothers you, do not read.
Author's Note: This is a second part I came up with, and it is set a year after the first part of this fiction. I hope you enjoy.
A Little LUCK:
One Year Later: Still Lucked Up
Aya stared off dreamily as the girls in the flower shop crowded around him. Normally he would have pushed them away, but today he was too caught up in thoughts about Brad. It was their one year anniversary and he had to wonder what surprises Brad had up his sleeve. It was funny how much both Brad and he had changed since the whole L.U.C.K, incident. He had always tried so hard to block out all emotions since his sister was in a coma and Brad had always been cold and domineering. Now they had softened but it wasn't a drastic change. He still found it very hard to express his emotions when around his teammates. It was funny how Brad had given up his life of crime to work under Kritiker with the rest of Schwarz. He supposed that after Schwarz's fall out with L.U.C.K., they no longer wanted to continue in their deviant ways. Schwarz on a whole was still bad, but at least they were now on their side.
"Earth to Aya." Youji laughed as he tapped him on his head. "Already thinking about your big one year anniversary?"
"No," Aya growled as he pushed Youji away surprised to see that Ken and Omi were already closing up the shop. He must have spaced out for a long time.
"Don't lie. I know you were thinking about the many different ways you could use that pretty little mouth of yours to bring Crawford to his knees." Youji rolled his tongue over his lips suggestively as Aya flushed red.
"Gross! Youji, stop." Omi glared at his taller teammate.
"Just ignore him, Omi, Youji was just being his normally vulgar self." Ken patted Omi on the head affectionately. Aya smiled over at Omi who had physically matured so much. The teen was now becoming a man. He had grown taller and more muscular. He still had the innocent look to him that the girls went wild for and he was glad to see Omi was finally starting to date. Now that Omi was in college it looked like he was finally over Ouka and ready to move on. Although he frequently went on dates with women, it didn't seem like he had met anyone who swept him off his feet.
Youji on the other hand hadn't changed at all. He was still the same old vulgar, drunken, smoker with flashy clothing and loose women. But Youji's life style didn't seem to bother him as much as it used to. He guessed that was due to the fact that he had finally gotten his own life to worry about.
Then there was Ken who seemed to be putting on a good show. Ken acted like everything was normal. He continued caring for the small kids he coached and loving soccer. But there was something not quite right about Ken's large smile and sparkling eyes. Aya suspected Ken never fully recovered from his nightmare in Uncle's dungeon. Whatever had happened in that dungeon must have been entirely different than what had happened to him. Either way Ken wasn't acting out or doing anything strange, so at the end of the day it didn't really matter.
"I better get ready," he mumbled not looking back at his teammates as he ascended the stairs to get ready for his big date.
000
"U.K., How may I help you?" Kiss spoke as he waited for a response.
"I need your assistance. I have some pesky ants crawling about my house that need to be exterminated. I will leave you the information in an envelope in the mailbox two blocks from you." Kiss smiled as the man hung up the phone. He had to wonder what the case was this time. Was it the man's wife, son, daughter, or his own father he wanted knocked off?
"Hey, Uncle, we have another job." Kiss squealed as he jumped on the huge lump in the middle of the bed. He knew Uncle was getting restless; it had been a whole week since their last job, and Uncle's thirst for blood was at an all time high.
"Ugh." Uncle grunted as he pulled the covers closely around him.
"Uncle, wake up, we have a job!" Kiss whined knowing full well how much it annoyed Uncle.
"Kill?" Uncle asked as he finally peeked out at him.
"Yes." He smiled as he finally met the sparkling green eyes, which were normally covered up by red contacts. Kiss pulled the covers down to reveal silky blonde hair that flipped out slightly at the ends around the ears. "You look so sexy this morning. I know, why don't we skip the whole killing thing and stay here and have hot sweaty sex?"
"No!" Uncle bolted upright and the blankets fell off.
"Don't worry I was just kidding. We'll kill first then have hot sweaty sex." Kiss laughed as he ran his hands over the claw mark scars that ran across his upper shoulder and chest. It was hard to believe that it had been a year since he had run away from Cat and Lucious, leaving them for dead with Schwarz and Weiss. He often wondered what would have happened to Uncle and him if they had stayed to help their former L.U.C.K. members. A part of him knew that they wouldn't be here right now if they had stayed. He mourned silently as he thought of Lucious and Cat.
Lucious was a stunning tall slender man with long black hair and golden eyes that glittered in the candle light. He was a man of vision and power. Even Kiss found himself taken in by Lucious's big dramatic speeches about being the chosen one and ruling the world. Why was it always the crazy ones who were the most beautiful? Cat was Lucious's little brother who was also crazy but not nearly as far gone as his elder brother. He was sexy with his short black hair, yellowish eyes, and lanky build. Kiss really wished he could have stolen Cat away from Lucious, but not even he could break that brotherly bond. If Cat wasn't so in love with Lucious he would probably been alive right now instead of six feet under the ground rotting away in some unmarked grave that no one would ever visit.
Now he was left with the most mentally unstable member of their group, Uncle. Kiss leaned down and kissed Uncle on the forehead as he thought of the first time he had seen the leather clad man. He had been frightened when he saw the red murderous eyes. The man just didn't seem human when he played with his victims before slaughtering them. It had been a long time before Kiss got to see the man behind the mask. Lucious was always so protective about who he let see Uncle. But the first time Uncle pulled off the mask Kiss knew there was no way he could be frightened of the cute looking blonde with sparkling green eyes.
"Kill more dolls," Uncle interrupted his thoughts.
"No, we're not taking home any dolls. The stench is too strong and the neighbors complain and I have to make up some elaborate story about the plumbing. We can kill, but no more dolls until we get a house away from any neighbors. How about this, after we finish the mission I'll buy you a new porcelain doll instead." Uncle grunted happily as Kiss looked around the room which was already crammed with a large doll collection.
"Dolls."
"Yep, but none can replace that pretty doll named Ken, can they? You know I hear you moan his name at night," he spat with jealousy. It seemed that Uncle was still hung up on the stupid pet they had let get away.
"Ken," Uncle murmured sadly as Kiss got up and stared at his nude body in the mirror. He was very proud of his eighteen year old body. He had spent a year trying to look a little more masculine. He still dyed his hair blue, but he didn't wear skirts anymore. He ran his hand up and down his own chest as he stared at his own gray eyes. He licked his lips and ran his hand down towards his growing arousal.
"Kill, now," Uncle's broken voice came from behind him.
"Yeah, I know I'll get ready." Kiss sighed as he suddenly felt turned off. He pulled his hand away from himself in frustration and headed to the shower.
000
Aya stood next to Brad on the small bridge and watched the reflection of the moon on the water. "Did you enjoy dinner?" Brad asked as he brushed a few strands of dark brown hair from his forehead.
"Yes." He looked up to meet Brad's eyes. He loved it when Brad wore contacts instead of his glasses. He leaned up and tilted Brad's head down kissing him softly on the lips. "I love you," he whispered and pulled away.
"I love you too. I just wish Schuldig could accept that."
"Why do you care what Schuldig thinks?"
"I'm sure you would be upset if one of your teammates didn't accept us. Don't you remember how you felt when Omi didn't like me."
"He still doesn't like you, but he accepts you because I do."
"Well, I'm glad you have everything all worked out. I on the other hand have to put up with Schuldig's whining and rude remarks."
"Yeah, but Farfarello and Nagi seem to be alright with us."
"You're right. How about we head back to my place? I bribed Schuldig into keeping Nagi and Farfarello out for the night."
"And he agreed?"
"No, not until I reminded him that I didn't care if he was in the house or not, I was still going to make love to you."
"Well, then, what are we waiting for? Let's go back to your place." Aya smirked seductively as he led the way.
Once inside Brad's room he hopped onto the large bed and looked at the large black box in the middle. He already knew what was in it. Brad always got him the same thing, clothes. It appeared that Brad was trying to send him a message about his wardrobe.
"Go ahead, open it." Brad smiled at him as he tore open the box to reveal a new trendy outfit. Aya had to admit it would look sexy on him as he held up the black leather pants and lace up shirt.
"Thanks, now you're going to take me out somewhere I can wear this. Um, I also have something for you," he stuttered nervously as he pulled the small box from his pocket. He didn't know how Brad would react to his present. It was so hard to shop for the man who had everything, so he went for a more sentimental gift. Brad took the small box and opened it.
"Please don't tell me this is supposed to mean that I am the key to your heart." Brad paled as he held up a bunch of keys on a ring.
"Of course not, gross." He laughed at the thought of it. "It's the keys to the cells we were in. I guess I never got rid of them. I think in a way they represent when we first got together. When I had those keys in my hands I finally realized that you really did plan to get us all out safe."
"Wow, that is really romantic for you, Aya." Brad smirked as he hopped on top of him with the keys still in his hands. Aya reached out and twined his fingers with Brad's and the keys. "I wouldn't have wanted to be stuck with anyone else." Brad leaned down kissing him.
"Mmm." He moaned as he pushed Brad's shirt off his shoulders. Brad broke the kiss to help him remove his shirt. Then Brad picked up the keys and ran them slowly up and down his chest. Aya squirmed against the keys trying to get away from the ticklish sensation. He panted as he felt Brad's other hand making its way down to his arousal.
"You're so beautiful," Brad mumbled as he looked down at him lovingly.
000
Omi sighed as he clicked away on the computer typing up a report from their last mission. "Hey, I thought you were going out with that Hitomi girl tonight?" Ken asked as he came up from behind him.
"Oh, hi, Ken. Yeah, I was, but her parents needed her to baby-sit her brother tonight." He went out with a lot of girls but nothing ever happened; they just always ended up being friends. Omi was embarrassed to admit that he was still a virgin and had only gotten to feel a girl up once."
"That's to bad."
"It's okay. Hey, I'm almost done with this report do you want to watch a movie or something?"
"Well, um, I have plans." Omi could tell by the way Ken's eyes shifted that he really didn't have any plans for tonight. He had thought by now Ken would have stopped feeling guilty for the way he had acted towards him, but it didn't seem they would ever be as close as they used to be. He knew Ken was just trying to avoid him. To everyone else the two men were just as close as they had always been, but he knew it was just an act of normalcy Ken put on.
"That's too bad; I guess some other time."
"Yeah." Ken lied as he walked out the door. Omi's eyes watered as the door slammed shut. He tried so hard, but Ken only seemed to close up more. He turned back to the computer and wiped away the tears that were running down his cheeks.
TBC