Kon'nichi wa, Minna-san!

Well, I worked as fast as I could and, though this section isn't particularly long, it does have the promised fanservice. As always, a big hug to my reviewers, who still haven't killed me. *sounds of Whisper rejoicing*

I have decided that every chapter until this fic ends, assuming this insanity ever does end, I will grant one fanservice request from my reviewers. Laura B this one's for you! Amidst all of the Ranken fans, Laura B has stood up for the Yoken cause. As a reward for her bravery, I dedicate this chapter's fanservice to her. *bows* Thank you for your support Minna!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiß, if I did, then the character designs for WK: Gluhen wouldn't be so funky. (Sorry, minna, I'm having some issues with Ken looking like Birman. Don't worry, you'll hear my rant about it later. For all those interested, check out Koyasu's homepage: http://www.koyasutakehito.com.)

WARNING, ETC: Do you remember in the beginning when I gave you the warning about the forthcoming yaoi content? Well it begins here. This fic is rated "R" for a reason, folks. Now, if you don't like the thought of two bishounen snogging eachother, then you need leave, I will not be responsible for any neuroses or fetishes that might occur from reading this fanfic.

The Koneko Wars

Chapter 5: The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

Yohji grinned to himself as he sat between Ken and Ran, watching the French film Aya had chosen. He had been trudging wearily up to his room when Ken and Aya had come home and made their way to Aya's room. It hadn't taken long to get Ken to invite him to their mini film festival and the scowl Aya shot him behind Ken's back was something the blonde would cherish for the rest of his life. Yohji was very aware of how much ground Aya was covering, and fast, if he was going to stand any chance against the redhead he was going to have to start playing dirty. Yohji quietly slipped his hand onto Ken's knee and left it there, a lazy movement that Ken would pay no heed to. Aya caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and scowled before smacking Yohji's leg to get his attention. Yohji replied with a grin and a raised eyebrow then moved his hand up Ken's leg to rest on his thigh. Aya grunted then slid down into his corner of the couch with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for the moving to be over so he could kick everyone out and brood in peace.

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Ken sat on his bed, wondering what was going on with his life. Aya's been acting weird, so has Yohji. He rolled onto his stomach, endeavoring to get comfortable. Not that I'm complaining, it's great having true friends, people I can rely on. They don't use me like Shinichi did. Ken fell asleep before his thoughts could grow darker.

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"Nice job on the mission there Aya," Yohji snarled. The moment Ken had left, he had rounded on Aya and was proceeding to give him a piece of his mind.

"It was a simple job," Aya replied, choosing to feign ignorance.

"So simple it took you and Ken to complete it. How much did you pay Manx to pair you two? I never thought you'd stoop so low." Though, truth be told, Yohji was wondering why he hadn't come up with the plan himself.

"Who Manx chooses to pair us up with on missions is not under my control, nor would I jeopardize a mission in order to one up you." Aya told the lie with practiced ease. He was a block of ice, as smooth and powerful as a glacier and just as beautiful.

"Oh pardon me, I forgot what a paragon of virtue you were." Yohji stalked out of the room, slamming the door.

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Yohji's body twisted around his sheets as he slept, small mewling sounds escaping from his mouth every now and then as he was lost in the sweet ecstasy of his dream.

Yohji advanced upon the temple slowly, not knowing what awaited him. The construct was beautiful with large golden pillars supporting the triangular roof, reflecting the sun as it sat at it's zenith. When he reached the temple stairs Yohji paused, doubting his decision to enter the great temple. He was a cobbler's son and, though he was wearing his best garments, they we certainly not good enough to be entering such a divine space. But he had sworn to his father, who lay infirmed in their humble cottage, that he would petition the gods on his behalf. Resigned, Yohji entered the temple.

The view before him was even more splendid than the temple's exterior. A flowing fountain sprang up in the center of the room and flowed out into channels that ran on either side of the room, giving water to the grape plants that lined the walls, crawling up golden trellises. With his head bowed he walked further into the room, occasionally looking up to ensure that he wasn't going to run into something. When he finally reached the platform at the end of the room he looked up to behold his father's chosen deity. The bronze statue before him showed a man with a bright smile and a beautiful body clad only in two squares of leather held on by string that tied at either of his hips. The figure was seemingly caught mid-motion, appearing to be running somewhere. Yohji's eyes remained glued to the figure, not knowing why there weren't thousands of men....and women he grudgingly remembered, lining up to view the bronzed god.

"Beautiful," he whispered, closing his eyes in an attempt to refocus on his task.

"Thank you," a cheery voice replied, yanking Yohji from his efforts to remember his infirmed father and forget the growing discomfort between his legs. Turning to face the voice Yohji fell to his knees when he saw the statue had assumed a human form. "Get up, get up," the god prompted, walking over to the petitioner.

For a long moment Yohji remained on the ground, staring at the bare foot that had peeked into his vision. Slowly his gaze rose, taking in the strong calves, powerful thighs, toned abdomen, and bright smile of the god who stood before him. "H...hai," Yohji stuttered, raising to his feet and biting back that comment that he already was up. Quite noticeably up.

"Don't be shy, you're safe here," the god husked, raising a hand to stroke Yohji's cheek. Slowly he moved forward, encircling the blonde's waist in his tanned arms. "It took a lot to get you here, you know. It's really rude of you to not visit the patron of your city." A hand slid down and rested against Yohji's lower back while the other moved up to run along his spine playfully.

"Please forgive men," Yohji pleaded through breaths that were becoming more and more hurried. A tongue flicked across his ear.

"Are you willing to prove how sorry you are?" the god whispered, slipping his hand from Yohji's lower back to cup the man's firm ass, squeezing idly at the flesh that rested under the obtrusive garments.

"Uh huh," Yohji grunted in reply, feeling the god move closer to him, brushing against his feverish erection with a slow but heavy motion of strong hips.

"Come with me," the god with sun-kissed skin instructed, removing his hands from their playground with lingering regret, moving towards one of the grape bushes. When Yohji arrived at the god's side his hands were immediately seized and brought to the ties that held the god's only covering in place. "Go ahead, Yohji." A golden hand reached out and plucked a bunch of grapes from the tree and the god proceeded to lick the bunch, occasionally pulling a grape into his mouth as he waited for Yohji to do as instructed. Hesitantly, Yohji's fingers began to undo the ties...

Unidentifiable classical music shocked Yohji awake from the bliss of his dream. He grabbed the offending machine and yanked it out the wall then threw it against the door. "Goddamn piece of crap," he growled at the alarm clock which had, much to his dismay, survived it's beating. With the alarm out of the way, Yohji settled back into his bed, hoping to return to his interrupted dream. Unfortunately, he found his condition in reality to mirror that of his dream and decided that a shower and a little self-love were in order. Grumbling, he made his way to the bathroom, his nude body hidden under a black silk robe.

"Morning Yohji," Ken chirped, causing the blonde to nearly trip on his own feet. "What're you doing up this early?"

Yohji was at a loss for words as he stared at Ken exiting the steamy-filled bathroom in a pair of jeans with a towel slung around his neck. "Morning shift, shower, dirty," Yohji replied.

Ken laughed at Yohji's verbal ineptitude. "Go take your shower, you're no good to talk to in the morning!" Ken padded down the hall then turned back to Yohji, who hadn't moved. "Oi, Yotan, you need to walk in order to get to the bathroom. I'll make some coffee while you're showering."

Yohji trudged into the bathroom that still held the lingering scent of Ken and inhaled the beautiful scent deeply. This was why he got up for morning shifts when he had them with Ken, the opportunity to touch and taste the aroma of the prize that waited him when Aya was defeated. His very own bronzed god.

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Yohji hummed pleasantly as he went about his work in the shop, every now and again casting Ken a smile and a wink, though always making sure that no customers saw him. All his mirth drained when an unwelcome figure entered the store.

"Hey Kenken, you coming to help with tryouts next week?" Koshi Otani sauntered up to Ken's side and slung an arm over his shoulder.

Ken faltered for a moment. I completely forgot about tryouts...I can't...Shinichi will be there. "Iie," he replied finally as he shrugged off Koshi's overtures. "Might as well give Tomohiro some time in the net."

"And take him away from the fullback line, are you crazy? He's your right-hand man on the field, you two are unstoppable! You have to let those rookies know what they're up against. We're up for the Cup this season Ken, we can't afford to draft weaklings."

"I'll be there for final cuts, like I always am. Let Tomo week out the first few batches, then we'll see which ones are overconfident." Shinichi shouldn't make it through third cuts, fourth cuts at best. This way, I won't have to see him.

Koshi saw the tension lines on Ken's brow and grew concerned. "Ken, something wrong? That Shinichi kid do something to piss you off?"

"Everything's fine," Ken replied gloomily, wishing that Yohji would ride to his rescue again. Unfortunately the blonde was listening to their conversation and finding nothing wrong with Koshi's questions. Truth be told, he was amazed at the concern the soccer player was showing for Ken. Perhaps he wasn't scum after all.

"Say the word and the kid will never play in this country. Just say the word, Ken." Koshi had taken hold of Ken's arm and was refusing to let go.

"That's not fair Koshi, he deserves a chance."

"Fuck fair Ken, nobody messes with our teammates, especially with you. You're our star Ken and you've kept us together like no single player ever has. You tolerate me, you gave Tomo direction, you helped Satoshi with his marital problems-- the team would have fallen apart without you and none of us will stand to have some rookie on the team who doesn't know how to respect how wonderful you are." Koshi let go of Ken's arm and turned to leave the shop. "Besides, I hate competition." With a wink to Yohji, Koshi trotted out of the store and out into the busy streets.

Scum, Yohji growled in his mind, his eyes following Koshi out the door. Observant scum, but still scum.

NOTES FROM WHISPER: Okay, so how was that? Fanservice-y enough to last until the next installment? Now remember, if you make a fanservice suggestion there's a good possibility that it will be the one pulled out of the Yaoi Randomizer of Doom and placed in the next chapter. See you next time!