WARNING!! : This is yaoi, guys going on guys. If this disturbs you or you just don't like it, don't read it!! However, if you * do * like yaoi, please let me know what you think. I love feedback, it just about makes my day!!
Pairings: Schuldig X Ken Setting: Las Vegas!!
Note: Schu and Ken have not met before, so they are not enemies. I don't know where the rest of Schwarz is. Maybe they'll pop up later. Umm, this plot is not deep and soul touching. It's just for fun. They're in Las Vegas for crying out loud! Hope you like.
Ken took a shower after early morning soccer practice, then piled into the car with the other Weiss assassins. Yohji drove, looking fine in those green specs, Omi was the navigator from the backseat with Aya growling up front, until they missed two turns because Omi couldn't read the signs, and Aya ended up growling louder from the back. Ken squeezed as closely to the door as he could with out touching the hot window. 5 hours later, they made it.
Yohji practically glowed as they drove along the strip, Omi looked around delightedly in between reading form the map. Aya glowered, and Ken stared. Hmmm, he wondered what this place looked like lit up at night..
And 6 hours later, he found out. Gazing out from his vantage point of the Rio hotel suite, part of the thank you/vacation present from Persia, Ken could see the whole Strip lit up. It was beautiful.and a little intimidating.
Ken stepped back from the window and crossed to the glass coffee table where a note was sprawled: "Yohji went to find some girls and have a drink. Aya and I went to play craps. Cya later!-Omi" Ken rubbed his head. Well, he certainly needed that nap, but now what was he going to do? He shrugged out of the clothes he hadn't even bothered removing before passing out on the couch, then put on a nicer outfit. Actually, it was a * very * ** cute ** outfit. Ken flashed a grin into the mirror. Well, who says he had to stay cooped up in the room? He'd go exploring, and find out what this city had to offer. Whistling jauntily, Ken tucked the room key and $40 into the back pocket of his hip hugging pants and exited the room.
Down at the lobby, he asked one of the people working there if there were any young people's bars nearby, and a location of a good place to eat. The lady smiled and waved him back into the hotel, gesticulating vaguely, "That way." Ken nodded and thanked her, then continued to wander aimlessly through the casino.
He found a bar/dance club, and considered briefly if he should get something to eat first. But he didn't feel like eating, so he hopped up the steps. The place was nearly packed, neon lights and a blue mist swirling around the tables and barstools. Bottle gleamed on their shelves, girls in skimpy dresses undulated in the crowds to the beat of Brazilian drums. Ken walked up to the bar.
"Shot of Jack Daniels straight up," he said.
"ID?" the bartender asked.
"Umm, damn, I left it in the room," Ken said.
"Sorry," the bartender said. "I can't-"
"Give him his drink," a voice drawled to Ken's right, "and I'll buy it." A bright flash of hair, a brighter flash of teeth and the man continued. "My ID's right here." His smile turned devilish, and the bartended faltered only a moment before setting the drink before him. Ken was too startled to say much of anything. The generous redhead turned back to his Screwdriver.
"Ah, thanks," said Ken, downing his drink. The redhead eyed him appreciatively.
"You look like you could use another," said the man, and hailed another drink before Ken could protest. The soccer player shrugged at his good luck and downed the shot when it arrived.
"Double thanks," he said.
"First time in Vegas?" the redhead asked, smirking.
Ken raised his eyebrows. "How did you know?" The smirk deepened.
"Lucky guess. Do you dance, um...?"
"Ken," Ken said. The other man smiled.
"Ken," he repeated. "I'm Schuldig. Let's go."
He slung an arm around Ken's shoulder and led him to the dance floor. Some good techno music was playing now, and they had no trouble finding the beat. Schuldig came up behind Ken and they moved their hips together in time with the music. More and more people crowded around them and the music increased in intensity. Schu snuggled up close to Ken's ass, Ken pressed back into Schu's chest. The redhead snaked a hand around Ken's hips to his stomach, burrowing under the silk shirt Ken had donned. As he took his time making his way up Ken's hard-earned abs, his left hand inched down from its clamped position on Ken's hipbone to his upper thigh, putting a crushing weight on the younger man. Ken groaned and fluttered his eyes shut, leaning back bonelessly into Schu and tilting his head back to rest on the taller man's shoulder. Schu grinned wolfishly at his ear, admiring the long expanse of throat open for his taking. Schu definitely had the initiative to take it.
"Mmm, you feel good, baby," Schu whispered into Ken's ear as he moved his right hand in circles over the soccer player's stomach. Ken shivered, sweat already dampening his temples. "Show me how you can move, baby," the redhead said as he moved his palm to cup the inside of Ken's thigh and applied a gentle but firm pressure. Ken was forced to shift his weight to the balls of his feet as Schu manipulated his body. He stretched up higher and higher as Schu lifted, finally leaning much of his weight on the swaying redhead behind him when he couldn't raise himself any higher. Schu's lips feathered over his own, teasingly fluttering out of reach as Ken tried to crane his neck up to reach him. In one last burst he stretched and captured Schu's lips, his legs trembling beneath him.
"Schuldig!" he gasped.
Surprised, Schu quickly kissed him and bent his knees, lowering the younger man so his feet were flat on the ground.
"Very good, Ken," he said. "Now lets see how low you can go." He crossed his arms possessively across Ken's body and bent his knees lower, driving a knee between Ken's legs from behind. Ken squeaked but he was already being pulled backwards. Draped over Schu's chest, Ken concentrated on not falling over, but as he realized the strength in the hard body beneath his, Ken let himself gradually melt into the contours of the other man's body. Lower and lower they went, Schu's hand running lower and lower down Ken's abs as their hips thrust in time to the music. Finally when Ken thought he would collapse any second, Schu pulled them both upright.
"I'm impressed, Ken-Ken," the redhead drawled as he spun the young soccer player around. "You've got quite an endurance. Does that mean you're as good in bed as you are on the dance floor?" He grinned slyly, and winked.
Ken gave him a tired smile, still dazed from he activity and the contact. He swiped the back of his wrist across his sweaty brow.
"Hmm," Schu said. "I guess even athletes can't last forever. C'mon Ken, I wanna show you something." He grabbed Ken around the waist and spun to leave.
"Wait a minute," Ken said, looking at Schu, "How did you know I was an athlete?"
Schu motioned Ken closer, and stepped on foot between the younger man's legs as he reached around behind him and shoved both hands down the back pockets of Ken's skintight pants. Ken squeaked as Schu pulled him against his own unyielding form, then whispered, "You have soccer balls all over you boxers, bitch." With that Schu darted his tongue into Ken's ear and clutched the younger man's taut buttocks.
"Uggh," Schu moaned as Ken shivered deliciously in his arms. "One more, I can't resist." Schu promptly began grinding into Ken's hips, leaning his hands buried the soccer player's pockets. Ken slid his hands inside Schu's shirt and caressed his back while the redhead trailed his lips along Ken's delicious throat and attacked a tender area under the younger man's jawbone. Ken whimpered softly and dug his nails into Schu's back. Schu groaned against Ken's neck and pulled away, reluctantly but with a sense of urgency.
"Man, baby, you are too good at this," Schu rasped. "We gotta take a breather before I lose control and screw you right here."
"C'mon," he said, grabbing Ken's hand before the younger man had time to recover. Out of the club, through the casino, a blur of people, smoke, noise and color. They went up an escalator, Schu looping an arm securely and Ken's waist to bring him close to his body. They stepped off and started racing again. They skidded to a stop in front of the balcony overlooking the craps and poker tables. Ken saw a flash of red hair and peered over the railing to see if it was Aya. But at the same time Schu clasped his hands in front of Ken's body and leaned over to blow warm breath in his ear. Ken soon forgot all about Weiss.
By the time the parade of floats got started, Schu was fully tongue-fucking Ken's ear, and Ken was nearly senseless with it.
Schuldig withdrew his tongue and pressed soft kisses on Ken's temple as he watched the floats approach along the mounted rail from the ceiling. He roused Ken from his stupor of desire. "Wake up sweet," he whispered in Ken's ear. "Watch this."
"Hunh?" Ken asked groggily.
"Look!" Schu said, and pointed to the upcoming float. A man in checked spandex danced around on the deck of the ferry boat float, swinging a bunch of metallic Mardi Gras necklaces. "Wave your arms and shout," Schuldig said, and started jumping up and down.
"Okay," Ken said, and copied Schu. The spandex man tossed the colorful beads towards the two assassins. Schu grabbed all the necklaces Ken missed or couldn't reach. Ken ended up draped in red and blue beads, while Schu was decorated in purple and gold. Out of the corner of his eye, Ken saw that same familiar redhead.
"Aya!" he shouted, half laughing. "Hey, Aya!" Schu growled in his ear and dragged Ken away from the rail as the Weiss leader looked up. Aya shot out his hand to catch the tinkling sliver and green beads as they were flung down to him. The older assassin narrowed his eyes at the balcony, thinking.
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