Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Boys in the Attic ❯ Another Morning ( Chapter 4 )

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.

Another Morning

Another Friday morning.

Ken lied in bed, half awake and still unprepared to actually move any. Steadily he pulled back some of the covers that were over his head to catch a glimpse at his alarm clock. 7:48 a.m. Time to get up and go to work.

He was quiet in doing so, not wanting Yohji to wake up. The older man was still asleep and needed his rest since he'd be working at Club Kyoto later in the night.

Once at work, Ken started a warm up routine with his fitness class as usual. The morning had been an ordinary one until the unexpected happened. Without warning, a visibly angry man came storming in the room and swung a punch at him. Fortunately, the first blow missed his face, but the second one connected. Ken's cheek reddened and swelled upon impact.

Thank god for being pretty. Before Ken could even register what was going on, much less retaliate, his group of sex crazed female followers rushed to defend him. How dare some random person hurt their beloved aerobics instructor. An especially assertive female pinned Ken's attacker down as he kicked and yelled. She released him as Ken came forward to confront the man.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Ken exclaimed.

"Yeah!" demanded his mob of heated women.

"What's wrong with me? I'll tell you what's wrong. Ever since my wife joined your stupid little class, you're all she talks about! About how handsome and thin you are compared to me. About how sweet and sincere you are compared to me. She never complained before she joined this class three weeks ago and now she's threatening to leave me. She says meeting you has shown her a new light," the man said, scrambling to his feet.

"How the hell is that my fault? Nothing gives you the right to hit me!"

"Oh, no? Look around you. This room is filled with nothing but lonely housewives and various other women who have grown bored of their lives. I've seen the way you flirt with them. You trick these poor wenches into believing that you care about them so that they'll stay in your program and you can take all their money. They grow attached to you and start to trust you, just like my wife did. She came to you yesterday seeking advice and you gave it to her. After she told you her story you said it sounded like she was in an abusive relationship and should get out of it. Stupid her, she actually took your words as true coin. Now she wants a divorce!"

"I remember now…and frankly, I don't regret a word I told her! She told me she was afraid of you and now I see why, first hand. So I really hope she leaves you're sorry ass. You're fucking deranged!"

"Son of a…" POW! The man took another swing and hit Ken in the chest. The blow was a stinger and Ken clutched at the throbbing area. Immediately, the man was pounded senseless by the mob of angry women. They pulled his hair and bit him, scratched at him and kicked him. Ken broke up the fight and pulled the man up from the floor. Desperately. he wanted to hit the bastard but thought it cowardly to sink to his level so Ken dragged the broken body out of the room and up to the front desk where he requested that Otsune ring the police; his class followed, all cheering him on.

"What the hell happened?!" Otsune exclaimed.

"Jealous husband." The man tried to mumble something in response but his speech had become slurred from his facial beating; he was nearly knocked out. "Shut up!" Ken growled.

Soon afterward, Ken was released to go home early, with pay. His chest still ached and he thought he could taste a little blood in his mouth but otherwise he was just fine.

Happy to be home, Ken slipped back into his room. He looked into a mirror on his wall and frowned at the bruising on his face. He touched the corner of his mouth where blood was leaking and jeered at the pain.

Ken's homecoming woke Yohji. The older man sat up in bed wearily. "Ken, is that you?"

"Hai." With a sigh, Ken headed toward Yohji's room. He stood in the doorway to give his friend a first look at his damaged face. Green eyes shot wide open at the site of Ken's injuries. The older boy nearly leaped out of his bed to hug and question his roommate. Ken told his tale, as he was lead into the kitchen. Yohji retrieved an ice pack from the freezer. Ken held the cold thing to his face and happily observed the worry in Yohji's eyes.

"Are you in very much pain?"

"Nah, I mostly just feel numb where the guy hit me."

"Asshole. If I'd been there, he'd be dead by now," Yohji said angrily. He removed Ken's hand from the bruises where the ice pack had been. "Looks like some of the swelling has gone down. You can put the pack back in the freezer now if you'd like."

"Good, my face is burning from the cold," Ken said smiling. Yohji laughed and kissed him on the nose. The younger boy sighed inwardly. That quick but warm and gentle kiss eased him inside. Made him feel less tense about the situation he had suffered that morning and almost forget it entirely.

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Later that night, Yohji made dinner for three. Ken had invited Omi to share the meal.

Yohji finished preparing to leave for Club Kyoto while his younger comrades cleared the dinner table. Ken washed dishes and Omi dried. Yohji had peeked into the kitchen once or twice and smiled at how well the two worked together. Finally he made his presence known by coming into the threshold of the kitchen doorway. "Alright, well, I'm heading off to work now."

"Okay, see you later," Ken said as he dried off his hands and turned toward the older man.

Yohji nodded in Omi's direction, who's back was currently facing them. "Kawaii," Yohji mouthed silently. Ken went rosy cheeked and shook his head lightly. "Later," Yohji said cheerfully and left for work.

"All done, " Omi announced as he finished drying a final dish.

"Good work, now let's go settle down on the couch. Omi followed his friend to the living room and had a seat.

"Thanks for inviting me over tonight. I really didn't have anything to eat at my place, or nothing worth actually heating up anyway. And I doubt I could ever learn to cook like Yohji does. I rarely make anything that's actually edible."

"You're only seventeen. You'll get better at the whole cooking thing; and then I can come to your house some night for dinner."

"Let's hope so." Omi stretched out and yawned, growing tired with the hour.

"Oh, crap!"

"What? What is it?"

"I forgot that I'm bidding for something over the Internet and the auction ends tonight." Ken leaped out of his seat and strode toward his bedroom. "C'mon, follow me." Omi did so and sat on Ken's bed while the older boy started up his computer. Moments later Ken signed into his account and made another bid.

"What is it that you're trying to get anyway?"

"A brand new leather jacket. It's coming straight from the distributor. There are just so many of them and they've become so popular over the years that the manufacturer can afford to auction them off at less than half the price that they're sold for in stores. It's more tedious for the customer via the Internet, but it beats dumping out my checkbook by running down to the actual shop."

"Awesome." Omi moved a little on the bed to get more comfortable. "Wow, you're bed's really comfy."

"Yes! I got it!" Ken exclaimed, referring to the auction. He registered Omi's statement and turned to face the boy "Oh…yeah, my bed is pretty comfy," said Ken as he sat on the bed, bouncing a bit as he did so. "But not as comfortable as Yohji's. His bed is great." Omi gave Ken an awkward stare.

"O…kay."

"I mean! No, I…"

"You've been in his bed. I get it."

"I've sat on his bed. That's the only reason I know what it feels like. We've never slept together."

"I believe you…I guess," said Omi sardonically. He smiled from ear to ear. "So…if you were to sleep with him, which would you rather be, seme or uke?"

Ken thought about the question for a moment or two before replying. "I can't say that I'd have any preference with Yohji just as long as it's with him. But I had a dream once about him and I was uke. It was a good dream, alas, only a dream. But like I explained before, I've never had sex with him, so stop looking at me like I'm guilty of it!" Omi winked and giggled. "Quiet baka!" said Ken with a wry smile.

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Back at club Kyoto, Yohji sat and waited for his first customer. A slender man, possibly in his late twenties or early thirties, and not very good looking, entered the room. He looked as if he'd just gotten off of work and wanted to release some tension. By his timid walk, Yohji could tell he was either new to this sort of entertainment or just embarrassed for even showing his face on the attic floor. [This should be interesting,] Yohji thought to himself. He could already see the nervous sweat pouring down his client's face.

Yohji disrobed and a hungry pair of eyes hazed over his smooth body. His client seeming now a bit less edgy and a bit more excited began to rub himself. He groaned in doing so, tossing out whatever worry or stress he walked into the room with.

Yohji's mind drifted off to Juro's party. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing his potential sweetheart, Fujimiya-san. In fact, Yohji had become so deep in thought that he'd nearly forgotten anyone else was in the room. A cry woke him from his daydream. Finally, the client seemed completely worriless and Yohji knew he'd done his job.

The man left quietly and without looking Yohji in the face. Clearly his nervousness and embarrassment had taken over again. [What a tightwad,] Yohji thought to himself.

After redressing, he started thinking about Ken and wondering what mischief the younger man and Omi might be getting themselves into at the moment. But recalling his roommate's response after questioning the younger man about a relationship with Omi, he also remembered that Ken didn't seem too romantically interested in the little blonde. In fact Yohji had actually gotten the small impression that Ken might be sweet him. Not feeling he should read much into it, Yohji cast the thought aside. Besides, he and his roommate were the best of friends. If Ken wanted more than just a few lengthy embraces or heated kisses out of their relationship he'd have said so, right?

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"I'd definitely wanna be uke with Yohji," Omi chimed in. Ken gave him an awkward look. "What? I'm not going to try and steal him from you, I was just saying…"

"I know." Omi laughed at how jealous Ken was acting.

"Have you told Yohji how you feel about him yet?" Ken shook his head. "Then what was all that talk about you finally getting enough nerve tell him?"

"I tried. I told him I loved him."

"And…"

"He took it in a friendly way, not the way I wanted him to."

"Well, try again. Maybe he just isn't very perceptive."

"Tell me about it. He thinks that you and I have something going on."

"The two of us? Oh, please, I have enough problems without having to take care of someone like you."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Ken said as he bopped Omi over the head with a pillow. Omi retaliated, starting a full on pillow fight. But soon enough, a pillow tore and the battle was over. Feathers of every size began to pour out onto the floor.

It got late and Omi finally went home after helping Ken clean up a little.

Yohji came home to a quiet house soon after. "Ken-kun, I'm home."

"I'm in my room Yohji," Ken yelled back. Yohji went to Ken's room and stood in the threshold. Ken was still collecting some of the feathers from him bedroom floor.

"What happened here? You and Omi get rough in bed?" Yohji asked jokingly.

"Pillow fight." The older boy got down on his knees and started to help Ken tidy up. "Thanks Yohji."

"No problem." Ken watched diligently as he saw Yohji on hands and knees picking up delicate little feathers. More than anything Ken wanted to pull his friend's pants down and mount him right then and there, but of course he hadn't the nerve. Yohji finished helping and returned to his own room for sleep. "Night Ken."

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Ken lay wide-awake in bed. He kept thinking about Yohji. In just a few hours, Juro's birthday party would be in full swing and whomever this secret admirer was that Yohji had would be there. He could be a wealthy prince or a knight in shining armor and just one glimpse might put Yohji under his spell. Ken couldn't stand for it. He had just enough time left to ooze out every detail of his heart to the older boy and hopefully win him over.

Steadily, Ken pulled back the bed covers from himself. The air outside of the blanket was cool and stung at his skin. With a deep breath he landed his feet to the ground and strode to Yohji's bedroom door. Ken stood there for a moment. His pulse went wild and figuring that this wasn't such a good idea, he turned back. [I can't do this,] he thought to himself. But just before he reentered his room, Ken came to a halt. Tentatively, he forced himself to return to Yohji's chamber door. He knocked twice and heard his roommate stir in bed.

"Yes?" Yohji asked sleepily. Ken opened the door and walked in rather slowly. Yohji looked at him puzzled. "Ken, I was almost asleep," Yohji whined.

He was so close. Ken could almost hear himself confessing his undeniable love for his handsome housemate but the words never came. He was afraid of making an ass out of himself and in that small moment debated whether he really want love of lust from Yohji. Out of fear of rejection, Ken downplayed his emotions as lust. It was easier to think of it as so.

"I'm lonely," Ken said huskily. Yohji shook his head and a grin started to corrupt his mouth.

"Shut the door behind you and come closer." Ken did as he was told. The room was dark but his eyes quickly adjusted. Yohji climbed out of bed and yanked of the pajama pants he was wearing. He stood there completely naked and allowed Ken just a moment to relish in the sight before Yohji clung to him. "You're trembling like a virgin," Yohji said amused.

"I'm just a little cold."

"You'll be warm enough soon. In fact, I'm pretty sure you'll feel hot and sweaty." Yohji pushed himself away from Ken a little and tugged at his housemate's attire. Ken got the hint and started to pull his shirt off over his head, next he dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. The garments were kicked away and Yohji lead him onto the bed, caressing the younger man's skin as he did so.

Ken shivered from the feel of Yohji's delicate fingertips grazing at his abdomen and slowly descending between his thighs but purposely never touching his penis. Yohji lay in bed on his back with his knees bent and his legs spread wide. Ken climbed over him and descended his mouth to Yohji's. Their lips brushed together twice before the older man deepened the kiss by pressing his mouth forward. They locked lips repeatedly and unable to stand it any longer, Ken's tongue invaded his friend's mouth. Yohji wrapped his legs around the younger boy, causing their groins to rub together harshly. "Uh…" Ken moaned into Yohji's mouth from the delightful friction. Amused by the sound, Yohji continued to rub himself against Ken but this time harder. Ken's mouth broke free from their kissing. "Uh…uh. Oh!" he whimpered out loud. He bit his lip to hold in some of the noise but to no avail.

"Tell me what you want baby," Yohji ground out. Ken nearly melted. He and Yohji had never, ever advanced this far and now there wasn't any going back.

"I want you!"

Ken pushed Yohji's legs to unlock from his body. It nearly killed him to do so but he had bigger plans in mind. He returned his lips to Yohji's for a soft kiss then, descended his mouth to the older man's neck. He kissed and licked the sensitive area. Yohji giggled, he was ticklish there. Ken smiled to himself and carried his kisses down to Yohji's nipples. He circled one with his tongue repeatedly before suckling the entire thing. His fingers were delicately massaging the other nipple with worship.

"Mmm…" Yohji moaned. He clenched the bed sheets to stop from going completely out of control. Ken stopped his ministrations for a moment to sit up and gaze at the beautiful body beneath him; the sight of chiseled abs, supple skin and emerald bedroom eyes were taken from all of his favorite fantasies. "Honey," Yohji started, his panting getting the best of him. "Get the lube out of my top dresser drawer. And if you don't mind, I want you to be uke tonight." Ken nodded and shifted off of the bed to retrieve what Yohji had requested.

Ken returned to find Yohji sitting at the edge of his bed, slowly stroking his rather large shaft. Ken stilled at the sight. He was both excited and fearful. He'd never actually seen Yohji fully aroused and the size of his friend's penis was a bit overwhelming at first. "Don't worry Ken, I'll stretch you well enough. I won't hurt you," Yohji said smiling. "Now come join me on the bed." Ken strode over. "Lye down." Ken did so very willingly and spread his legs.

Yohji fondled Ken's body a while, mainly his thighs before allowing his fingers to brush between the part of the younger man's buttocks. The fingers lingered for a minute but withdrew in order to lube up. Once well coated with the slippery substance, Yohji reclaimed his fingers' territory between Ken's buttocks. His thumb and index finger interchangeably massaged a small and tight opening. The younger boy whimpered dully from the overload of pleasure. Detecting the want and need in Ken's moans Yohji decided it was time to enter.

He pushed a finger into Ken's hole meeting little resistance. Yohji worked the finger around, gently loosening any tension that might be met from the walls of his partner's anal cavity. Soon after a second finger joined it and the two performed a scissoring effect. "You're doing really good, Ken," Yohji reassured. Ken relaxed even more and the discomfort he once felt in his backside turned into bliss once his prostate received some attention. Noting the spot, Yohji repeatedly ran his digits over the area. "Do you think you're ready now?" he teased softly.

"Yes, please take me," Ken breathed. His eyes were shut tight, anticipating the moment that Yohji's penis would be well in him. Ken spread his legs apart with eagerness. The older boy re-lubricated his fingers and stroked his shaft with them. He loitered at the head repeatedly and made sure to moan his pleasure loudly. Ken sat up on his elbows to watch. Never had he wanted to get fucked so badly in his life than like he did now. "Put it in!" The younger boy's head fell back to the pillows and his eyes shut again as he voiced his frustrations.

Suddenly, Ken felt the rounded tip of his friend's cock pressing up against his opening. Yohji steadied himself a moment then, gradually pushed into the loosened hole and gained an inch worth of entrance. Inch by more inch he entered Ken's body. Ken writhed with a little discomfort. "Ow," he said dully. Yohji put a hand to his friend's face and rubbed gently. Ken smiled and the smile brightened as Yohji leaned back over him for a kiss. Their lips met and pressed together caringly. Yohji licked at Ken's lips and the younger boy opened his mouth. Just as Yohji slid his tongue inside, he also moved a little inside Ken's anus. The younger boy gasped from the pain but managed to hold in a second whimper as Yohji slid in and out. [Relax,] Ken thought to himself. [He's big but it won't hurt if I just loosen up some more.]

Yohji gave the boy a little more time to adjust to the girth of his cock before moving any faster. He could unmistakably feel the muscles of Ken's anus contracting and shifting around the shaft. "Mmm," Yohji hummed to himself. Ken moved beneath him, his body language requesting that the older man get cracking. Yohji smiled. "Someone's horny."

Eagerly, the older boy pushed harder into the heat that surrounded his firm penis. Ken spread his legs more in effort to swallow Yohji completely into his hole. The older boy groaned. He squeezed his eyes shut and let the moans coming from Ken's lips tell him how good of a job he was doing. Ken's screams and whimpers got louder; it turned his housemate on so badly. Yohji pushed faster into his friend's entrance. He really started to work up a sweat and eventually both their bodies glistened. "Oh yeah, Yohji! More…uh."

"Whatever you want!" Granting the request, Yohji fucked with twice as much effort. He was the world's biggest sucker dirty talk.

"Uh…uh! Fuck, yes!"

"Oh… my baby likes it deeper. Don't you Ken?"

"Yes!"

Yohji reached a hand down to pump his partner's shaft intensely. Ken groaned from the touch and his growls turned low each time his lover ran a thumb over the head of his shaft. Yohji pinched the leaky tip mildly, earning him wild thrashing. "Oh, Yohji, I think I'm gonna…"

"Come?" Yohji asked huskily as he drove himself deep into his lover and roughly grasped the cock in his hand.

"UHH! Ooh!" Yohji felt warm semen spill over his hand as Ken experienced his climax. He delighted in the feel of Ken's anal walls squeezing his penis tightly. Anxiously, he thrust into the younger boy to find his own completion. Ken whimpered, his sensitive cock had yet to be released from Yohji's hand and his prostate was still being worked as well.

At last, Yohji could handle himself no longer; he came inside his friend loudly. And with fervor, he rode the orgasm with a few final thrusts before nearly collapsing on the boy beneath him. Panting, he removed his shaft from Ken's body and rolled onto his back. The sounds of heavy breathing filled the air. Yohji threw an arm around his friend. Ken leaned into the gesture. It had finally happened, after all those short lived hugs, kisses, and groping for months, Ken finally saw one of his greatest desires materialize tonight. "Yohji, that was lovely."

"And so are you," the older boy said as he kissed the top of his friend's head. "But rest now. We need our beauty rest so we can look good for Juro's party tomorrow." Ken nodded and dozed off to sleep. He felt very warm and certainly not lonely.

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Another Saturday Morning…wait, it's the morning of Juro's birthday.

The alarm clock goes off. It's 7:00 a.m. Juro reaches a hand out of bed to locate the noisy thing and throws it against the wall. He sighs deeply, noting that it still hasn't stopped ringing. "Eighteen today, huh?" Juro says to himself. "Hey clock, it's my fucking birthday, give me a break why don't you!" He gets to his feet and picks the battered clock up from the floor, turning off the alarm as he does so.

"Juro," his mother sings. She opens the door to his room, her husband following suit. "Happy birthday booboo."

"When are you gonna stop calling him that? He's a grown man now, right Juro?" says his father.

"I'm hungry, can we go down stairs?" Juro asks.

"Of course we can," says his mother. "That's just what we came up here to get you for. I had some chocolate filled croissants prepared just for you."

"Thanks," Juro said, a little crept out by his mother's behavior. The only time he ever saw her this peppy was on special occasions and he'd grown so used to her typically nonchalant personality that this happier one really bothered him. Oh well, it was a short-lived feature and just so long as she didn't keep the attitude permanently, Juro figured he'd be fine.

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Ryu finished a set of pull-ups in his home gym. He'd been up since 5:30 this morning. He couldn't take his mind off the crime he would commit today by not showing up for Juro's birthday party. Lowering himself down from the bar, he grabbed a towel to dry the sweat from his face. He'd battled with himself for weeks over the issue but finally concluded that it'd be best if he just kept his distance on this occasion. "Eighteen today, huh?" Ryu said to himself. "Happy eighteenth birthday, Juro." The words made him return to the morning of his own eighteenth birthday, one of the worst days of his life.

Five years ago, Ryu was awakened on the morning of his eighteenth birthday by a rather unusual wake up call. Thirteen-year-old Juro pounced onto his older brother's bed. "Happy eighteenth birthday, Ryu!" Juro exclaimed. He was so excited for his older brother, birthdays were supposed to be exciting but he noticed that Ryu looked more depressed than anything. The older boy gloomily got out of bed and rubbed his eyes. Juro figured he rubbed them from being tired but in truth, his older brother was trying to suppress a few tears.

"Arigatou, Juro," he finally managed to say. "You're very kind to me."

"That's because I love you," the younger boy said as he crossed the distance between them and threw his arms around Ryu's waist. Ryu held on tightly.

"Ahem," came a stray voice. It was their mother. She came into the room, her husband following suit. "Juro, breakfast is ready downstairs, why don't you go ahead of us. Your father and I have to talk with Ryu alone." Juro left the room and padded away to the kitchen. Ryu's father closed the bedroom door. "Are you all packed?"

"Yes mother."

"Good." She looked at her son's unruly hair and reddened eyes. "Don't give me that face. You're outa here. You don't have a choice. Out of all the stupid things you've done in your life…" She paused giving him a crude scorning. She scoffed a little. "When we were just a little bit younger than you, your father and I had our whole lives ahead of us to plan freely. Then, you came along. I unselfishly chose not to abort you, which trust me I did consider. And now you throw it all back in our faces by becoming the ingrate that you are.

"Mom, please."

"No! You got a girl pregnant! And since technically you've already started your own family, you don't need to be with this one anymore. I have tolerated your shit for too long, Ryu! And you knocking up that filthy, lower class whore is the final straw." She turned around and stormed out of the room. Ryu's father looked at him emotionlessly.

"It might be best if you just left now," said the older man. He shoveled into his pocket and pulled out ten dollars. "Here, go out and buy yourself some breakfast."

"Dad, I'm sorry," Ryu pleaded. He was crying now.

"You're on your own now Ryu. But you'll be fine." He headed out of the door. "I know you will," the man whispered and headed downstairs to join his wife and youngest son for his meal.

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Ryu focused back into the present. His father was right, he did turn out fine. It took him a while to get a place of his own after crashing at his friends' houses for months on end but now he made more money than his mother and father combined. He was one of the most successful men in the country, but he was all alone. He sought out a mate for years and shamefully had desired his brother's affection really. To suppress the feeling he recklessly had one-night stands and affairs with people at work who he would promptly terminate if he felt they were starting to suffocate him. He had stopped the cycle for a fair amount of time; reasoning that Club Kyoto employees were well beneath him but a fresh new face named Yohji Kudou had swayed the opinion.

[Kudou, Kudou,] Odaka thought to himself. [Dammit, I gave him the tonight off so he could attend Juro's party. Now I won't get to see him. Oh, well. It'll just be a week before he comes back to work. Besides, he's doing me a favor tonight by presenting my gift to Juro. God knows I wanted to do that myself.]