Kon'nichi wa Minna-san,

Okay, so you're not going to be particularly happy with me because 1) it took me forever to update and 2) this chapter is short...and I mean short. I've tried everything I can think of to get me out of this writer's block and it's not working, it only left for a few moments so I could add a bit of closure to this chapter-which-is-really-too-short-to-be-considered-a-chapter. However, I figured that, instead of waiting for me to write more, I'd give you what I've got to tide you over until this writer's block breaks, however long that will be. *sigh* I just don't really know what I'm doing with this fic, maybe I'll scrap it and write something new. At any rate, here's the next chapter, for better or for worse, for lemon or for lime, til computer virus do us part.

-Whisper

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Weiß I'd be so much cooler than I am now.

WARNING, ETC.: As much as I would've liked this to be a lemon, my muse has deserted me and so it only smells faintly of citrus and...well, other things that Yohji will divulge at the end of the chapter. *grins* This fic is and will continue to be of the yaoi bent and all those who are not keen on the idea have my blessings and encouragement to go read something else that is to their liking. That said, if you are still with me on this little fanfic journey of doom, I thank you and hope you enjoy.

The Koneko Wars

Chapter 7: The Smell of Success, The Stench of Defeat

Ken awoke slowly and tugged the quilt away from his body before staggering out of bed. The past few hours of his life had been enough to drive him to drink.

The door closed and Ran turned to him, a smile playing at his lips. "Ran, what's going on? One minute you're the nicest guy I've ever met and the next you're an asshole." Ken dropped himself onto the corner of Aya's bed, glaring up at the still-smirking redhead. "And what's so funny?"

"Did you know that when you're angry your eyes change from brown to rust?" Ran asked, walking toward the brunette sitting tensely on the corner of his bed. "I don't think I've ever seen eyes like yours, Ken."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Ken argued, his voice beginning to raise in volume. If there was one emotion Hidaka Ken did not handle well, it was confusion, and so far that day he'd been cornered and kissed by Yohji and ignored and smirked at by Ran.

Ran shrugged.

"Will you stop that! You promised you'd talk if I listened and here I am, willing to listen and you're not goddamn talking!" Ken stood and took the two steps necessary to bring him face to face with Ran. "What's going on Ran? Why are you and Yohji always fighting now when you used to get along great?"

Ran brought a finger up to Ken's lips and quieted the brunette's questioning by running the pale digit over the velvet-soft skin. "Sometimes you talk too much, Ken." Quickly Ran replaced his finger with his lips, delivering a feather-soft kiss to the soccer player's slightly parted lips before parting with a wicked smile. "Did you know that a good cardiovascular workout is essential in any health routine?"

"Hai," Ken responded breathlessly.

"As an athlete you should take special care to work every major muscle group thoroughly." A hand trailed down Ken's spine then moved to caress his jean clad posterior, moving in small circles across the clothed flesh. "Of course, proper attire is needed for any sort of physical activity, that jersey of yours will have to go." Ran quickly grabbed the hem of Ken's jersey and yanked it over the shocked man's head then took a moment to marvel at the specimen before him.

"Ra....Ran, what are you doing?" Ken's hands trembled and his breath was coming faster.

Ran leaned against the muscled chest presented before him and whispered in Ken's ear, "Remember to breathe properly Ken, we wouldn't want you hyperventilating." Ran's fingers traced lines up and down Ken's sides before coming to rest in the belt loops of faded blue jeans. Quickly, the redhead moved to unbutton Ken's pants as his mouth moved to trail a wet line along the former soccer player's collarbone. The brunette's moan escalated Ran's need to divest him of the obtrusive jeans and, with one swift pull, Ran pulled not only the jeans, but Ken's forest green boxers around his knees.

"Ken, you look like shit, did your team lose the game or did some sexy guy reject you?" Yohji's laughter cut through Ken's thoughtful haze and he was ripped from his reverie.

"Kudou, report on the mission." Ran's voice came from downstairs, strong and ever in control.

"Everything went fine Aya, now go drink some tea or something, you're in a horrible mood." Naturally, Yohji said this without looking down to see the grin plastered across Ran's features as he looked up and locked gazes with Ken, who stared back with a mixture of joy and fear.

"I'm okay Yohji, just a little worn out." Ken patted the taller man on the shoulder and made to move past him. "You might want to take a shower, you smell like a Taketori."

Yohji put a hand on Ken's bare chest and moved in close to him, inhaling deeply. "And you smell..." Yohji paused. Ken smelled like Aya, the distinct scent of the lavender linen spray Aya used clung to the pajama pants Ken wore which were, now that Yohji examined them about a size too small for the soccer player. Why was Ken wearing Aya's pajama pants? The blonde took in another deep breath and he could smell the last lingering bits of sweat and sex that clung to the brunette before him. "You smell like sex and Aya, Ken." Yohji quickly pulled back and headed down the hall to the nearest bathroom. He needed a shower to clear his thoughts and get the scent of sex and Aya out of his nostrils.

AN: So, all this chapter really was, was blatant fanservice. Not quite a lemon but oh so close I nearly pulled out my hair because I couldn't get it to go that extra mile so to speak. Again, if you have any thoughts on what might happen next I would be oh so grateful to be enlightened upon them otherwise I fear this might be the last chapter of Koneko Wars for a while as I let my muses run in whichever direction they lead me next. *ponders* Perhaps a serious fic...it would be a change, ne? Read and review if it suits you to and we'll see you some time other than right now!