Kon'nichi wa Minna-san!
I'm back with another chapter of Koneko Wars. A big hug to all my reviewers and now onto some clarifications.
Yes, this will be a Ranken fic. I have thrown in some Yoken for fun, but Ranken is the one true way. I offer this as my reasoning: 1) Watch the Gluhen tour VCD. Koyasu-san and Seki-san are *always* paired up. Especially in the dramatic scenes. So, obviously, Koyasu-san and Seki-san are promoting the Ranken cause. 2) In the majority of the Weiß images Ken and Aya are standing together. 3) Go to the end page of Assassin and White Shaman 2...on the top Omi is hugging Yohji and on the bottom Aya is leaning quite comfortably on Ken, you might even call it a light embrace 4) They look cute together. There are more reasons and bits of evidence, but I will save that for a later rant.
My next clarification comes from some concern over Ken's behavior that was brought up in a few reviews. See, I don't see Ken as a player type, I see him more as the type who is too nice to turn people down unless said people really annoy him. I have endeavored to correct some of this in this chapter.
-Whisper
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiß, there would be more fanservice if I did.
WARNING, ETC: If you are not into yaoi or shonen-ai, you will not enjoy this fic. Do not read it. If you do not enjoy blatant fanservice, you will not enjoy this fic. Do not read it. If you do not like humor, you will not enjoy this fic. Do not read it. If you do not like bishounen, you are a freak. Go away.
The Koneko Wars
Chapter 3: Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me
Yohji slipped out of his favorite leather pants and threw them at the wall. "Not good enough," he muttered, turning away from the full length mirror on his door and heading toward the "Sex God" half of his closet. A shaky hand caressed a garment bag hanging on the far right then gingerly removed it. "If this doesn't work, nothing will."
Meanwhile, Ken observed the contents of his own closet and picked out the one outfit suitable for clubbing, a pair of tight leather pants and a leather vest with a two-way zipper. "Guess this will have to do, it's all I've got." Peeling off his dirty jeans and carelessly tossing them to the floor, Ken slipped into his outfit and went to the kitchen to get a snack before he met Yohji in the garage. "Hey Aya!" Ken waved to his teammate and headed for the fridge.
"Hi," Aya replied, his eyes plastered to Ken's ass as the athlete passed him.
"Wow, a response!" Ken turned from the fridge with the makings of a roast beef sandwich.
"I'm not mute Ken." It had come out with a little more bitterness than intended, though Ken didn't seem to notice.
"Then why don't you talk more?" The brunette set his sandwich makings down and hopped up onto the counter next to where Aya was leaning. Carefully he began to assemble his sandwich, using his lap as a plate.
"If no one's going to listen, there's no point in talking." Aya watched a drop of mayonnaise fall from the knife in Ken's hand onto his inner thigh. Kami-sama, this is not happening. Aya's body moved in revolt to all of his coherent, decent intentions, his hand beginning to slowly move up Ken's leg, applying slight pressure.
"I'll listen to you Aya," Ken replied breathlessly, his body reacting to the feel of Aya's hand moving up his leg, slowly arching down toward his inner thigh where the dollop of mayonnaise sat, waiting. Just a little higher. Ken's spine stiffened. What the Hell am I thinking? This is Aya, he's just helping me out. Ken let out a small grunt as Aya's finger reached the mayonnaise and removed it, pressing down deep into his leg.
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Yohji rounded the corner into the kitchen, smiling and humming to himself, but froze when he heard Ken expel what his experience told him was a "pleasure noise." Images flickered into Yohji's mind, images of Ken thrown against the kitchen table and being ravished by...the sound of Aya's voice shattered his daydream.
"Perhaps when you have time," the chill voice said.
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"Perhaps when you have time."
Ken refrained from whimpering when Aya's hand left his leg but had to stifle a groan when he saw a slim, pale finger slide between Aya's thin lips, a pink tongue flicking out to remove any last traces of the creamy condiment from the digit. Ken couldn't help but answer in a voice deepened by lust, "Anytime you want Aya."
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He's good, Yohji thought to himself. What bothered him even more was that he had been enjoying the scene. You are not a voyeur, Yohji, you are an action-taker. You will not enjoy the site of Aya seducing Ken, now get out there and get your boy out of that red haired harpy's claws! After a brief mental pep talk Yohji swept further into the kitchen and posed near the dining table only to become aggravated when Ken didn't even notice him.
"You're going to have a stain on your pants if you don't wash the rest off soon, Ken." Aya's voice was deeper and quieter than usual. It caressed the air and wrapped around the senses, even rendering Yohji immobile for a moment.
"You ready to go Kenken?" the blonde asked when he had recovered his vocal skills. This is going to be tougher than I thought.
"Hai!" Ken responded, jumping off the counter, spilling his half-made sandwich onto the floor. "Agh! My sandwich!" Ken wobbled a little on his right leg, which was still buzzing from Aya's electric touch. Without a word, the redhead in question bent down and picked up the ruined sandwich, tossing it into the trash.
"We'll pick you up something at the club, Kenken, don't worry," Yohji said, moving over to Ken and putting an arm around him, anything to get the brunette's eyes off of their death-focus on Aya's prone posterior. He's taking his time of wiping up that mayonnaise. Even I'm not that obvious, Ken has to be seeing through this. Yohji gave Ken an extra squeeze, trying to get the man's attention. Then again, Kenken never was one to get subtleties. And there was nothing subtle about the smooth way Aya arched his back as he rose from his hunch, carrying a paper towel coated in mayonnaise. At least he didn't lick it.
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Ken stared wide-eyed as they entered the Onyx Room. Never having been to a club before, his senses were being washed away by the pulsating music and the flashing lights. Yohji grinned, completely in his element. Here there was nothing that could stop him from making his move on Ken.
"Oi! Ken!" a voice boomed, though it was just able to be heard above the music. Yohji swore his mission must be cursed.
Ken turned around, a beatific smile on his face. "Koshi? What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Hidaka." The lean athlete looked Yohji up and down then smiled. "So this is why you keep refusing me." Koshi stalked around Yohji, assessing the blonde more critically. "He's too skinny, you'd snap him in half. I'll bet he smokes too." The grimace said that Koshi held Ken's opinions on smoking.
"Who is this parasite, another member of your fan club?" Yohji hissed, glaring at the newcomer.
"Yohji! This is Koshi Otani, our star forward! Haven't you even watched one of my games?" Ken's eyes grew into large, melting pools of chocolate reflecting his hurt. Did none of his teammates care about him?
"He's probably too busy drooling over you, ne Yohji?" Koshi winked at the playboy and slid his arm around his teammate, grinning wickedly over the brunette's shoulder.
Ken wiggled out of Koshi's grip. "Koshi, I told you to stop that, I'm not interested in anyone on the team, you know that. Besides," he blushed, "it's your fault they all found out about me. If you hadn't been trying to push yourself on me I wouldn't be in this mess right now."
"It's not my fault you're irresistible, Ken. The one you should be blaming is yourself. That cute smile," Koshi ran his thumb over Ken's mouth, "that beautiful body," he slid his arms around Ken's waste and began to pull him towards him again, "that..."
"That's enough," Yohji interrupted, pulling Ken away. "Ken said he wasn't interested, now leave."
Ken stared at Yohji in disbelief. He must've learned something while he was spending all that time with Aya. Ken gave a sigh of relief as Koshi retreated. "Thanks Yotan, Koshi doesn't know when to lay off." To himself he muttered, "None of them do."
"Are you having trouble with the team Kenken?" Yohji led the other man over to a small round table near the side of the building, ten feet away from the bar.
"Everything was fine until Koshi started coming onto me after practice one day. Everyone on the team knows about Koshi, he's probably the sluttiest person I've ever met. Anyhow, he wouldn't leave me alone and pretty soon the rest of the team started talking, thinking maybe Koshi was right and I was in the market," he grimaced, "they actually used that term, you know, like I'm some piece of meat to be bought. Bakas. Well, then some others started in and not all of them were as bad as Koshi, so I went and hung out with some of them, like we did before the mess started." He shrugged and hailed a passing waiter. "Can I get a club soda?" The waiter leered at him and nodded, then turned to Yohji, who smiled, nodded, and waved him off.
"He's one of my usual waiters, I don't need to order," Yohji said, taking in the perplexed look on Ken's face. "Please continue."
"So I thought we were just hanging out, but apparently they were having other ideas and..." Ken trailed off.
"Did they hurt you?" Yohji's voice was calm and deadly. It was the voice Balinese used right before a kill.
"No, nothing like that. It's just that the team used to be a family, we had fun and goofed off and now they're all fighting and mad at eachother, or grossed out at eachother and it's all my fault."
"No," Yohji corrected. "It's Koshi's fault, he shouldn't have pestered you like that, he had no right. Want me to kill him for you." Though the offer was a serious one, Yohji smiled as he said it, knowing Ken would take it as a joke.
"Iie, we need him if we're going to win the Cup." Ken laughed, his bright smile returning just as the waiter arrived with their drinks; a club soda for Ken and a martini for Yohji. They drank in a calm silence and Ken began to relax. "Come on Yohji, let's get out of here, Koshi'll come back soon. He's relentless."
"And we didn't even get to dance," Yohji sighed, looking at the dance floor with longing.
"We'll come back some other day Yotan, I promise. Can we please just go?" Ken turned his large pleading gaze to Yohji, who caved in immediately.
"Hai, Kenken, we'll go now. There's a light show down at the beach tonight, how bout we go see that? We can hide in a tree and escape all the drooling fans." The blonde stood up and offered his hand to Ken, who took it with a smile.
"Arigatou Yotan, I owe you one." Yohji could only smile back at the slight squeeze Ken gave his hand. This was bliss.
AN: There, I gave you some blatant fanservice, I hope you enjoyed it. As for myself, I am continually trying to find a plot in all of this and failing miserably. Sorry about taking so long to update, I've got a Ranken thing I'm working on that's about 50% done, will probably be out by the time KW4 is posted. In the meantime, read and review if it suits you to and I'll see you next time!