Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Boys in the Attic ❯ Unfair Affair ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

Unfair Affair

After coming in the door, Juro immediately headed upstairs to his room. His steps were quick in order to avoid the nagging voice of his mother… "Juro," too late.

"Yes?" He stopped at the stairway landing where the following steps curved the staircase toward the right.

"When you finish settling in, come back downstairs, I need to talk to you."

"Alright." Juro made it into his room. He rested on his bed. While doing so he eyed a photo on the wall of he and Ryu on a trip to their grandparents house years ago. He wondered when the war between his older brother and his parents had first started or how. All he knew was that Ryu had never been a happy child, apparent by the miserable look on his face in the photograph; and from a troubled boy he'd grown up to be an even more dejected man.

The picture was just one of very few things left in the empty room. Most of his stuff had been packed up in boxes and sent to his new house. It'd taken him months to find the right place but afterward, his parents agreed to pay for his new home as a birthday gift. They allowed Juro to help take some of his belongings over but wouldn't actually hand him the house keys until his birthday.

"Juro." It was his mother's voice again.

[Crap, I've been up here less than five minutes. What could be so fucking important that she needs to talk to me right now?] Juro got to his feet and went downstairs where his mother was waiting.

"Come sit in the lounge with your father and I." Juro followed his mother into the room and plopped down on the sofa with her. His father was sitting in an armchair adjacent to them. "Your father and I will be out of town for the night and won't return until tomorrow afternoon, so you'll be man of the house for a while. We're sorry it's such short notice but some unexpected concerns have come up regarding you father's business. Try not to burn the house down and lock up well each time you leave."

"That's right," added Juro's father. "And no parties, no drugs, no…"

"I get it," said Juro.

"We'll be leaving after dinner, just so that you know." Juro nodded and left the room. His face had been emotionless in doing so, but inside he was overjoyed. At the first chance he received, Juro raced back to his bedroom to make a phone call. He rang Ryu's cell phone. [Pick up, pick up,] he thought to himself.

"Hello."

"Aniki, it's me."

"Did you get interrogated for being with me today?"

"No. Mom and Dad didn't ask me anything about it."

"Peculiar, but good. And by the way, I'm sorry if I snapped at you when you asked me to join you in the house. I know that you just wanted to spend more time with me."

"And I'll get to tonight if you let me."

"I don't understand."

"Let me spend the night at your place."

"You're always welcome in my house Juro, you know that. But, Mom and Dad don't even like you spending the night at your regular friends' houses, they damn sure wouldn't let you have a slumber party with your corruptive older brother."

"They won't be in town tonight. So they'll never even know I've been gone when I don't come home until tomorrow. I've got it all figured out."

"You have school tomorrow."

"I'll bring over my books and be ready to go to school in the morning then, when arrive back home our parents will be none wiser."

"Alright then, deal."

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Ken and Yohji waited to be seated at the Vietnamese restaurant they'd agreed to eat at earlier. The place was unusually crowded. After ten minutes, a table was finally free. Ken and Yohji were seated against the wall. Directly across from them were half a dozen shy girls both whispering and giggling to themselves. But why wouldn't they be, after all, they had such a cute waiter, who was none other than Omi Tsukiyono; a boy definitely worth getting bashful over. The blonde took all six girls' orders and headed to the kitchen. When he returned it was to serve, good friends Ken and Yohji.

"Busy day?" Ken asked with a smile on his face. Omi rolled his eyes in amusement. "What's wrong Omi-kun? Those girls over there giving you a hard time?"

"Ha, ha, very funny. But they were checking you guys out too. You should have seen them brake their scrawny little necks just to catch a glance at you as you walked in the door." The boys each stole a glimpse at the hoard of girls and laughed. Omi took his friends' orders and delivered them to the kitchen.

"So, what's the deal between you two?" Yohji asked.

"Who?" asked Ken. Yohji squinted his eyes. "Nothing. We're just friends," Ken tried to explain.

"Ohhh, I see," Yohji said, raising an eyebrow. Ken tilted his head with a tart look. "Well, you can't blame me for asking. The two of you would do great as more than just friends. Haven't you ever thought so?" Ken shrugged his shoulders while fiddling with the napkin on the table before him. "What? You in love with someone else?" Yohji teased smilingly. Ken looked up to meet the older man's gaze, which he held just a bit too long; absentmindedly confessing every detail he could not tell Yohji himself. The older boy slowly began to understand the admitting look his friend was giving him. The air between them was quiet with hesitation.

"Our food's ready." Ken finally said as he saw a waitress bring their orders. Both were thankful that the food had come so soon, allowing them to change the subject without seeming to awkwardly abrupt.

When the meal was over, the two left for home. They arrived at their house and settled in. Sitting side by side on the couch Ken took the television remote in hand and flipped through every channel in search for something they both could watch. They finally found a show that seemed interesting enough and began to watch the program. Ken noticed that Yohji kept fidgeting but didn't comment. Suddenly Yohji got up from the couch. "Where are you going?"

"I gotta take a bath," replied Yohji

Ken gave him a puzzled look as he watched Yohji walk down the hallway. Ken decided to follow. "We already showered at work," he said as he joined the older boy in his bedroom. Yohji was beginning to remove his clothing.

"I know, but my back is still feeling sore. I think I've been over doing things at the gym and now dancing at Club Kyoto may have worsened the situation." After dropping his pants and kicking them to the side he started to lift his shirt over his head. "Ow! Kuso!"

"Take it easy," Ken warned. "I'll go run you some bath water." Ken padded away to the bathroom. He filled the tub with warm water and left a fresh towel for Yohji to dry off with when he was done. Soon after, the older man entered the small room. "Bath water's all ready, now."

"Arigatou, Kenken." The younger man nodded and left his friend in private.

Yohji exhaled deeply as his nude body submerged itself into the soothingly warm water. The tub was deep and allowed the liquid inside to envelope him to the fullest extent of tranquility. Being that he'd already bathed thoroughly at work, he didn't bother with the soap; he just soaked and pondered, mainly about the red haired man. Fujimiya-san, there was a word for creatures like him. "Enigma," Yohji said to himself. "Pure, enigma."

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Nearly half an hour after his parents left home, Juro left for Ryu's house.

Knock, Knock. Ding Dong, Ding Dong, DING DONG!

"Enough!" exclaimed Ryu as he answered the door. Juro just laughed at him and kept his finger on the doorbell. His older brother pulled him in the house. "You freak, get in here." Juro stumbled through the threshold. "Make yourself at home."

Ryu had been Juro's first and only friend all through childhood. Not because Juro was dislikable or unpleasant, but because he was sheltered and restricted by his parents from having much to do with other children. They'd favored their youngest son and kept him hidden from a lot of the world to save him from hurt and regret; to save him from turning out like Ryu, who was depressed, erratic and simply short of normal. Although they would never admit to it, a lot of Ryu's behavioral problems stemmed from their lack of parenting skills.

Later into the evening, Ryu fell asleep on the couch while watching a film with Juro. Noting his older brother's peaceful slumber, Juro turned off the television and tried to sneak away, heading toward his brother's room to make a call. He managed to climb onto Ryu's large bed very quietly. Reaching to a nightstand, he picked up the telephone next to the bed and dialed Ken.

Ken could hear the phone ring but couldn't locate the damn thing. He scrambled all around the living room before pulling out the couch cushions and locating his prize.

"Hello," he answered, sounding rather out of breath.

"Hey Ken, it's Juro. I hope I didn't interrupt anything between you and a certain someone."

"Yeah, right Juro. Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm just out of breath from running around looking for the phone, not from humping Yohji."

"Whichever excuse you like best Kenken. You're house sounds quiet…too quiet. Did you kill Yohji or something? I can usually hear his loud mouth yards away."

"I ran him a bath. He's in the tub now."

"And you didn't try to get in with him?"

"Juro! It's…it's not that simple. I like him but I don't know how to get him to like me back."

"Well, you better learn how and soon. Yohji's got more admirers than just you. In fact, one of them will be at my birthday party and he isn't just showing up for the cake. He knows that Yohji will be there." Ken flinched inwardly. "Are you still there?" Juro asked after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah…but, I don't feel so well. I think I should go."

"Alright, but remember what I said. Ja na." Juro hung up the phone and snuggled into the covers of his big brother's bed. Ryu had come to do the same but stopped in the hallway before his bedroom door to listen in on Juro's conversation in secret. He'd overheard that Yohji would be at his brother's birthday party and an idea hatched in his head.

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The week went on uneventful. Friday came. It was Yohji's second day of work at Club Kyoto. His car was up and running again, so he was finally able to take advantage of the reserved parking spot at his new job.

Yohji took the keys out of his car ignition then, reached into the back seat to pull out his duffle bag of club attire.

After stepping into Club Kyoto he retrieved a key from the main office and made his way back into his assigned room, #16. Down the hall he could see Juro in Ryu's office with the door open, signing paperwork. Juro beckoned him over. The older boy entered the office and had a seat, as he did so, Juro put his current activities on hold in order to direct his full attention toward Yohji. "Back for another round?" Juro teased.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, that's good. I was fretting you'd abandon us after the incident with that rogue client last week. But I suppose you would have walked out just then if you really didn't want the job anymore." Juro chuckled faintly. "Come get me on your break like last time, okay?"

"Will do," said Yohji as he raised himself from his seat and walked back to room sixteen. He unlocked the door and stepped in, still able to hear Juro down the hall as he continued flipping through a series of forms and filling them out.

"Punctual little thing, aren't you?" The sudden voice made Yohji jump. "Nearly fifteen minutes early." Trying to regain a normal heartbeat, he closed the door behind himself and slumped against it. "Same time you came in last week."

"Hello, Odaka-san," Yohji said placing a hand over his chest and panting. Odaka was sitting on the couch, legs crossed. "I'll just go undress very quickly."

"No need." The businessman came to his feet and walked over to Yohji. "I'm not staying, I just wanted to visit you is all. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not."

"Well, to be perfectly honest, the reason I've come to you now is to ask a favor." The older man's eyes made themselves serious and yet somehow unsure. "I assume you'll be attending Juro's birthday party next week?" Yohji nodded. "I won't…I can't make it to the occasion, so I wondered if you would deliver the gift I've gotten him." Yohji looked puzzled at him for a moment.

"Sure, I mean, if you really can't make it." He saw his employer's eyes sadden deeply. "What's bothering you?" Yohji normally wouldn't pry but something wouldn't let him keep quiet. "You're obviously upset that you'll have to miss your little brother's birthday but it's more than that. What is it that's actually keeping you away that day?"

"None of your business. Just please do me the favor and deliver Juro's gift for me. And don't mention any of this to him. He doesn't know that I won't be at his party yet. I hate to have him figure it out at the last moment but if I explain it to him before hand he'll just whine and protest to no end." Odaka's face flushed from the lame excuse. "Now if you'll permit me to exit."

"Hmm? Oh," Yohji said, removing himself from the door.

"I'll bring you the package some time tomorrow. Thank you." Odaka kissed the younger man lightly on the cheek. Yohji smiled weakly and waved him gone.

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Yohji exited is third client of the evening. He was getting tired and wanted his break. Feeling a bit hungry, he went into his dressing room to search through his duffle bag for a little snack. He stuffed a cookie into his mouth before he heard the soft chime that alerted him another client would be entering shortly. Yohji rounded his tongue about his mouth the best he could to get rid of any food that might have caught in his teeth. Hearing the door open and shut he knew that he should present himself. Casually he came from behind the curtained doorway.

"Ken-kun. How nice it is to see you again." Emerald eyes glimmed. The younger boy watched his dancer disrobe and stalk forward. Yohji's beauty was intimidating. Ken felt his heart pump faster. A heat rose in his pants and started to tent the fabric. Timidly he undid the button and zipper of his pants. He slid his right hand into his underpants and gently stroked his shaft.

The sway and veer of Yohji's performance was intoxicating. It started off slow but quickened with time. Absentmindedly, the strokes of Ken's masturbating quickened with the increasing speed of Yohji's moves. "Mmm," Yohji cooed, as he got closer to his client. Ken took his hand from under the waistband of his boxers and nearly reached out to touch his little tease. [Oh god Yohji, you don't know how much I want you.] Getting himself back under control he rested his hand back at his lap and started to cup his balls through his underpants.

Yohji could see how sexually frustrated his client was becoming, but he thrilled at the sight. All during the session he'd kept Hidaka at his wits end by getting closer then, casually stepping away. Ken, by this point had reached in through the flap of his boxer's to expose his erection. He stroked it evenly, fondling the tip with care. He squeezed it gently and moaned as he watched Yohji remove his g-string. Yohji sat next to his friend on the couch and masturbated his own arousal just the same, but Yohji's strokes were slow and delicate, not meant for climax only to tease.

The sight of Yohji touching himself as well as moaning and licking lips was too intense. A true professional, the older man was. And unable to delay his orgasm much longer, Ken selfishly moved his fist up and down his throbbing shaft. Yohji prepared for what he knew would happen within a few moments by reaching for some tissues on a nearby table. "Uh, uh!" The younger man whimpered as he found his release. He was grateful for the tissues he was presented with and cleaned himself up. Ken put the soiled things into a waist basket and pulled his clothes back into place. "Thank you."

"It's what I'm here for," Yohji said lightly. As Ken steadily tried to get up from the couch his housemate towed him into a hug and kiss. "You're my favorite client." Ken smiled brightly. But he was still saddened, knowing that the words were only on a friendly level rather than a romantic one. "I'm going on break now. Will you join me with Juro?" Ken nodded. "Good then, just let me gather my things. Yohji returned to his dressing room to put his street clothes back on for the time being. He and Ken left to meet Juro in the employee lounge.

Yohji and Ken sat in the back of the room at a small table waiting for their friend. "What's wrong?" asked Ken. "You look…worried."

"Promise you won't say anything to Juro?"

"Hai."

"Juro's brother wants a favor of me."

"Oh?" Ken asked thinking the worst. His jealousy was on the rise again "Why is it a secret?"

"Ryu asked me not to mention it to him. He wants me to deliver Juro's birthday gift in his place."

"Again?"

"What do you mean again?"

"This happened last year too. He asked me to deliver Juro's gift that time. It really hurt Juro not to have him there. But, it's not Ryu's fault though, not really. His parents don't want him around and will do anything to keep Ryu away from his little brother. They're the ones who keep firmly requesting that he not show up. So to keep the peace he just doesn't."

"Why don't they want him around exaclty?"

"I don't know." Suddenly, Juro walked in the room smiling. "We should shut up now." Yohji nodded and the two greeted their newly arriving friend.

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Saturday.

Yohji and Ken finish dinner together. "This was really good Yohji. You really outdid yourself this time," Ken said sweetly. Yohji kissed the top of his head and collected both of their plates. "You're off to work now?"

"Yep. You gonna come visit me again?"

"Maybe. Omi's got some work on display at an art and coffee house downtown. I'm going to the exhibit tonight."

"That's cool. I never knew the kid had talent." Yohji looked up at a clock on the wall. "Shit, I gotta get going." He scrambled off to Club Kyoto for work.

The night had been long and seemed to drag out forever. Yohji grew bored of every cookie cutter client who looked, smelled and sounded just like the one before. He wanted stimulation. He wanted Fujimiya. But as the door opened and his last client of the day walked in, he knew that no such luck would fall upon him tonight. But at least this person was a change of pace. Yohji hadn't had a female client in a while. "Konichiwa he said to the woman. Show time.

Finally, Yohji was done for the day and got ready to go home. He dressed and collected his things. As he locked up the room he worked in, Odaka approached. The older man lead Yohji to his office. On the desk sat Juro's birthday gift. It was in a small decoratively covered box. The wrapping paper was black with silver writing that read happy birthday. The box was doubly bound with red ribbon that complemented the wrapping paper.

Ryu handed Yohji the gift. "Thank you again for taking this to him."

"Don't mention it."

Yohji left for the parking lot. He found his car and settled in, placing Juro's birthday gift in the passenger seat. Starting the car up he thought he heard footsteps but dismissed the thought noticing no one else in the parking lot.

"HEY!" Juro exclaimed as he bolted in front of the Yohji's driver side window. The suddenness of Juro's appearance sent waves of panic through Yohji's body. "Roll down your window." Yohji did as his friend requested.

"What the hell are people tryin' to do to me lately, give me a heart attack? You frightened me."

"Sorry Yohji," Juro grinned. "I just hadn't seen you all day."

"Where've you been?"

"Running errands for my brother. Oh, and I met up with Ken to view some of Omi's artwork at an exhibit. It was fun, but I missed my little Yohji-kun," Juro teased as he pinched one of Yohji's cheeks and leaned in the window to give his friend a hug.

The older boy pulled away suddenly. He remembered that Juro's gift was in the seat next to him and didn't want the younger man to notice it. He knew that Juro would probably recognize it since he'd been present after Ryu had purchased and wrapped the thing. "Well, I uh…I gotta go. So I'll see you later Juro."

"Okay," Juro said puzzled. Yohji was acting strange all of a sudden. He was in such a hurry. Juro waved as the older man sped off.

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Yohji grabbed the gift from is car and walked into his house. Ken was home as well. "Hey Yohji," Ken greeted. "Is that Juro's gift?" Yohji nodded and Ken swiped it from him.

"Hey, careful." Ken started to shake the gift around while listening to its contents. Yohji quickly grabbed it back for fear that his housemate would ruin it.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself," Ken grinned.

"Yeah, whatever." Yohji tried to unruffle the ribbon about the small box. "Perfect."

Ken watched Yohji adoringly before the memory of Juro's words began to play back in his head.

"…………Yohji's got more admirers than just you. In fact, one of them will be at my birthday party and he isn't just showing up for the cake. He knows that Yohji will be there."

"Yohji," Ken started, just a bit unsure of his voice. "I love you."

"I love you too, Ken," Yohji said casually. The older man hadn't recognized how deep Ken's words were actually meant to be. Suddenly the younger man felt very embarrassed and he shied away from Yohji's view, not that the older man had been paying much attention to him to begin with.

It was getting harder and harder for Ken to suppress the ache he felt in his heart at the thought of Yohji growing bored of him or worse, replacing him. He pined for a man unbound to him; the only way to get around it was for Yohji to become Ken's mate exclusively. Ken could either move on and smother his love for Yohji or do his damndest to convince the man they should be more than just friends. The choice was his.

Wow, it took me a long time to post this. Sorry, I've truly, truly been busy. Please don't slay me.