Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Boys in the Attic ❯ Cake and Ice Cream ( Chapter 5 )

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.

Cake and Ice Cream

It's 5:00 p.m. and guests are beginning to arrive at Juro's new house. It will be his first complete day in the new home so this party doubles in celebration for his birthday as well as a house warming. The house is stunning, located in a prestigious neighborhood not to mention luxurious. One feature that Juro neglected to tell his parents is that he wanted this house because Ryu lives nearby. If either of his parents had known they'd have never let him move in.

Ken and Yohji are of the last few guests to arrive around 6:20. A small sitting room with a large table held all of Juro's gifts. Yohji unceremoniously placed his gift to Juro on the table but placed the one from Ryu in a spot behind the rest of the gifts, not to be tricky but because there was hardly any other place to put it.

Neither Ken nor Yohji had eaten since breakfast and both were pleased to see that food was being served. Heading to fix himself a small plate, Yohji noticed a stoic figure sitting across from the serving table. He turned his gaze to look directly at the person and automatically recognized who it is, Fujimiya-san and none other.

Yohji and Ken stay close together for a while, the only other person that they are familiar with at the party is Omi and he is distracted at the moment, so they entertain each other. Repeatedly, Yohji looks up from he and Ken's conversation. Ken notices and questions the action. "Something wrong?" Ken asks.

"Uhm…yeah. I mean no, nothing's wrong. I'm just hungry again. I was gazing over at the serving table. Looks like the caterers put some new stuff out. I'll be back," Yohji says, heading back in the direction of the serving table but definitely not for the food.

Aya stares without shame as Yohji walks closer to him. Yohji pops a couple of hors d'oeuvres into his mouth and snags another glass of wine. The redhead rises from his seat and joins Yohji at the food bench. Aya picks up his own glass of wine and sips it. Yohji looks at him and smiles. "Fancy meeting you here," Yohji says.

"In deed…Kudou."

"You can call me Yohji."

"Good to know," said the red haired man with an unimpressed tone. He casually walked away to start up a conversation with some other guests leaving Yohji in his dust. Feeling confused and very insulted, Yohji's face tinged with a red hue. Over all, the situation had been quite embarrassing.

Yohji eventually rejoined Ken on the sofa. Every once in a while he'd look up to catch a glimpse at Fujimiya but the redhead not once looked in his direction. [I don't get him,] Yohji thought to himself.

"Yohji, you look ill," said Ken. "Tell me what's bothering you."

"More like who's bothering me," Yohji said under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing," Yohji responded with a sigh. He turned to face Ken and smiled. "Nothing at all."

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Soon it was requested that Juro give a grand tour of his lovely new home. The birthday boy acted as a guide before his mother took over. She was the overbearing type and wanted to expose every detail of the new home herself. A crowd followed the mouthy lady everywhere. She led them up a flight of stairs to observe more and as she did, both Yohji and Ken fell behind.

"I still say you don't look too good, Yohji."

"I just need a smoke," Yohji said as he climbed the first few steps of stairway. He paused. "In fact, I think I'll have one now. I'm going out back for a cigarette."

"Suit yourself," Ken replied and watched as Yohji exited the house. Yohji reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter then, searched the pocket again for his smokes. "Dammit, where the hell are they? Don't tell me I left `em out in the car. What good's a fucking lighter without anything to light?"

"Need to bum another cigarette?"

Yohji's eyes darted up fast. "Who's there?" He heard the shuffling of feet and a slender figure emerged from behind a corner. It was the red haired man again. Aya dug into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Yohji accepted the offer cautiously. "Thanks," he said with a little bitterness.

"So, why'd you ditch the tour group?" Aya questioned.

"No reason. Why'd you ditch me earlier?" Yohji asked quite frankly.

"Someone beckoned me and I had to make an appearance." He saw the dissatisfaction in Yohji's eyes. "But, I suppose I should have excused myself more properly before I left you."

"Damn straight." Yohji lit the tip of his cigarette. He took a drag and closed his eyes. With a sigh he let the smoke exhale from his lungs.

"Am I forgiven?" Aya smiled at the older man weakly.

Yohji paused a moment, he shrugged and raised his eyebrows. "Why not?" Yohji replied. "So why'd you ditch the tour group?"

"A house is a house and I don't have the patience to play follow the leader with Juro's mother." Yohji laughed at the statement. "Besides, I'm having a much better time out here with you."

"Good to know," Yohji said, tossing the rest of his cigarette to the ground and stamping it out.

"Don't tell me you're leaving," Aya responded as Yohji attempted to re-enter the house.

"I never said you couldn't follow."

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The tour group was still well into the upstairs, their footsteps faintly heard down below. "Looks like it'll just be us for a while," Yohji said to Aya, referring to the absence of the other guests.

"I'm not complaining," Aya said huskily. He moved forward and Yohji cocked an eyebrow. They both stilled. "Do you hear that? It seems that everyone's decided to come back downstairs earlier than we anticipated". Aya backed off a little. Yohji frowned at him with disappointment; he wasn't ready to end the alone time he was enjoying with the redhead. Swiftly, Aya took Yohji by the hand and lead him back outside again.

"Where are we going?" the older boy asked.

"Anywhere but here."

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Everyone mingled a bit more and anticipated the moment when Juro would start opening presents. It was both a time of excitement and dread because there was always a chance that the birthday boy wouldn't like the gift you'd given him or even worse, maybe someone else had gotten him the exact same thing.

Ken's mind had been on a million different things while conversing with other guests but soon he began to miss Yohji's presence. In fact he hadn't seen Yohji since the mock tour of Juro's new home and that had been over an hour ago. Suddenly, Ken felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around. It was Yohji. "Hey, where've you been?" Ken asked. He was happy to see his friend again.

"Around," Yohji replied smilingly. The inflexion in his voice gave Ken the hint that there was more to the older man's story than he was willing to reveal at this point. "You look perplexed."

"Well, what do you mean by around?" Yohji took his roommate by the arm and lead him to a more secluded spot in the room.

"Do you see the redhead talking to Juro?"

Ken looked around and spotted the man immediately. "Sure, that's Fujimiya-san."

"Well, I had the pleasure of being in his company while the rest of you finished up exploring the rest of Juro's house. Beautiful, isn't he?" Ken didn't respond. "Well…?" Yohji questioned further.

"You know what they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Ken said smugly. Yohji frowned. That wasn't the answer he was looking for.

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Soon enough, Juro was ready to rip open every finely wrapped and ribboned gift received from each of his friends. Everyone crowded around the birthday boy as he went through every present. He'd put on a good show, pretending to like even the ugliest and most impractical things. His favorite gift of all, which everyone could tell, would have to be the one from Ken and Yohji; a leather jacket. Subconsciously, he knew that Yohji had probably just paid for half the item and signed his name to Juro's birthday card without putting much thought into it, but nonetheless he thanked both friends equally.

Ryu's present to Juro, which lingered at the back edge of the table was pushed off by accident while Juro eagerly grabbed and helped himself to the other more visible gifts. The small box hit the ground undetected. Roars of awe and laughter from the crowded room masked the thud made by Ryu's gift.

Finally, there was just one gift left, or so it seemed, it was in a red box and rather small. [Jackpot,] Juro thought to himself. Lifting it from the table, he opened up the box to discover a gold pocket watch, passed down to him from his father who received it from his father on his own eighteenth birthday and so on. The estimated value of it was forty-five thousand dollars when last appraised. Of course Juro would never sell it though. Staring at the lovely thing he felt guilty. Traditionally the item had been meant for every first-born son. Ryu was first born, not him. That thought made him realize that not only had his older brother not shown for the party, Juro hadn't found one gift from the older boy.

Oddly, a spark of hope went off in Juro's heart. He was for certain that Ryu had actually purchased a gift for him. So if Ryu's gift hadn't already been delivered by someone else than perhaps…perhaps the older boy was going to deliver the present himself this year. Maybe Ryu had intended to show up late or after the party completely. It was a long shot but Juro optimistically kept those theories in mind.

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Ryu sat in his office at work. He felt anxious and wrong. Several times he picked up his car keys and made to leave for Juro's house but nervously sat back down. How could he face his parents? But how could he not? Today was for Juro, and Ryu needed to honor that.

Easier said than done though.

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Aya and Yohji stood next to each other while Juro concluded opening his presents and showing them off. Yohji blushed when he felt the red haired man slip an arm around his waist and pull him just a little closer. Fortunately, the two were standing at the back of the room toward the entrance, so no one noticed when Aya's hand slipped down to Yohji's buttocks. His fingertips caressed the taller boy skillfully. Yohji put his hand over his mouth to stop from giggling. He even tried to swat the redhead's hand away but Aya was reluctant to impede his stroking. Finally, Yohji grabbed the hand at his backside to lead Aya as well as himself away from the group.

[I can't believe I'm doing this,] Yohji thought to himself. At the moment, he and Fujimiya were walking down a hallway toward Juro's home office so they could lock themselves inside and fool around. But try as they might for this to happen, the plan was foiled. The two deserters could hear whistling. It was Juro's father and he was coming in their direction. He was either headed for Juro's office or for the kitchen, at the end of the hall. Not wanting to take any chances, Yohji pulled Aya into a nearby cloakroom. "Shh," he whispered to the red haired man.

Yohji carefully opened up the closet door and peered straight across the hallway into Juro's office. Juro's father was in there, dilly-dallying on the computer. Yohji quietly closed the door back and Aya pulled on the closet light switch. Curious green eyes met the depths of amethyst ones. Aya clicked the light back off and searched his arms forward to bring Yohji into his embrace. They could hardly see except for the light coming in from the cracks of the doorway. That simple bit of light illuminated Yohji's face, his lips and neck mostly.

Aya dived his head forward to kiss the base of Yohji's neck and slowly lead his mouth up to the older man's chin. Yohji closed his eyes and breathed harshly. He tilted his head to meet his lips with Aya's and maneuvered for a full on kiss. His mouth was received zealously. Soon his hands began to wonder over the redhead's back and with their bodies pressed so close together, he could feel the muscles of Aya's chest through his shirt. Also, the familiar feeling of an excited groin pressed up against Yohji's thigh. Noting the fact, he leaned into the hardness between Aya's legs. The younger boy growled lightly and felt around to Yohji's ass for a tight squeeze. Soon enough, Aya's mouth was back at Yohji's neck; he was sucking harder this time. [Damn, this is gonna leave a mark,] Yohji thought to himself, but too wrapped up in the heat of things he let the younger man carry on.

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After Juro had properly displayed his new gifts and set them to the side, Omi grabbed everyone's attention.

"Alright, hey, listen up. Everyone be quiet. Let's head onto the back patio now. It's time for cake and ice cream!"

"Yeah!" the group yelled in unison."

Everyone sat at a long table or stood when no more seats were left available. Juro sat at the head of the table. The group of guests waited patiently. Ken walked down the hallway toward the kitchen and thought he'd heard something coming from the closet nearby. Thinking not much more of it, he proceeded to walk into the kitchen and grab Juro's mock birthday cake. It was small and lopsided with `happy birthday Juro' planted on top. Birthday had been spelled with and `e' rather than an `i' and the entire phrase was hardly legible.

Ken lit each candle and carried the ugly mess out of the kitchen. Loudly he began to sing happy birthday, his voice echoing strongly, the entire way outdoors.

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Aya rocked his hips forward. Yohji was doing a perfectly sound job of sucking him off and he was nearly about to come. The older boy held one hand at the base of Aya's penis and the other one was firmly massaging his own arousal through the material of his pants. Suddenly, the two stilled. They heard footsteps. It was Juro's father leaving the office to join the rest of the guests. Soon after, another set of footsteps were heard going into the kitchen. After listening for a moment. Yohji continued fellatio on his partner's cock.

Aya writhed and pulled Yohji's face closer into his groin. The warmth, the wetness and the movement of Yohji's mouth around his length had finally sent him to his sexual peak. He came happily. Yohji swallowed what he could then, rose from his knees to kiss Aya on the mouth. The redhead could taste himself on the taller boy's lips and deepened the kiss. He was tired but Yohji still hadn't gotten off yet and he wanted to repay the older boy by performing the oral activity himself. He began to unzip Yohji's pants when the singing started.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" Ken's voice rattled through the closet door as he carried Juro's cake through the hallway.

"Oh, shit!" Yohji said softly. The two deserters quickly tried to tuck themselves back into their pants and unruffled the rest of their clothing. Yohji grasped the closet doorknob.

"Wait,' Aya said. "Close your eyes." He pulled on the light switch.

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Ken walked out onto the patio with the pathetic excuse for a birthday cake in his hands. Everyone who had began to sing as Ken reared the corner suddenly stopped. Juro's eyes went confused, angry and blank all at once. Gradually, he smiled and began to laugh. "Where the hell is the real thing! I want my real birthday cake!"

"This is it!" Ken said teasingly. Everyone began to laugh hysterically.

"No it isn't! Go march your ass back into that kitchen and take that imposter with you!"

"Alright, Juro. You win." Ken went back in the direction of the kitchen.

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Yohji and Aya waited until they had adjusted to the light better before reopening their eyelids. "You're hair's a fucking mess," said Aya as he tried to straighten up Yohji's long locks. "And you've still got come on your mouth." Yohji licked all around his lips to clean it off. Aya did the same with his own mouth, just in case any semen had collected on his face while kissing Yohji.

"Forget my hair," Yohji started. "We need to get out there before people start getting suspicious." This time Aya did not stop him from opening the door but maybe he should have.

Ken slowed as he watched Yohji step out of the cloakroom. Yohji halted immediately and Aya who was following close behind, bumped into him. Ken said nothing. He just turned his gaze away and proceeded into the kitchen. Yohji and Aya scampered off to the back patio and were hardly noticed given the amount of people and talking going on at the moment.

Meanwhile, Ken set the cake he'd been carrying down on the sideboard. His breath was rapid and his throat ached to cry. Steadily he tried to calm himself down. His hands were shaking and it'd taken everything in him not to drop the cake in his hands to the floor after seeing Yohji with another man. He rubbed his temples to get rid of the pain in his head but it would not leave him. He needed to calm down before facing all those people again, before facing Yohji again.

Omi joined Ken in the kitchen. "Everything alright, Ken-kun?" Omi questioned sweetly. He could see how flushed Ken was. "You've been back here a while."

"I'm alright, Chibi. I just got a little dizzy for a moment and needed a quick break."

"Do you need any help?"

"Uhm…yeah, help me get this cake from the counter onto the serving cart." They lifted that large cake onto the cart and wheeled it out to the back patio where Juro was seated. Juro's eyes lit with delight. "Ladies and gentlemen," Ken announced. "Juro's cake!" Everyone clapped and began to sing happy birthday again.

Juro cut the first slice of cake while a school friend took photos. As traditionally done, the birthday boy took the first piece and the first bite before everyone else dug in or everyone but Ken anyway. He wasn't feeling hungry at the moment so he just picked at the food. He moved the cake around here and there with his fork. It was unnecessary but it gave him an excuse not to look up. He sure as hell didn't want to accidentally lock eyes with Yohji after what he'd seen earlier.

Juro studied one of his birthday gifts while everyone else stuffed their faces. He opened the antique pocket watch and looked at the time. It was getting late and he was sure that if Ryu was planning to come over than he'd have shown up by now, but he didn't give up hope. Maybe, just maybe his older brother was waiting for the party to be done with. That way he wouldn't have to brush elbows with his parents and save everyone from hearing them fight. [That could be it,] Juro thought to himself and continued eating his cake and ice cream.

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Two hours later, the party died down and everyone began to leave. Ken and Yohji walked out to where they were parked in silence. Ken hadn't spoken another word to Yohji all night except to suddenly say, "Give me your keys." He was frank.

"What? Why?" Yohji asked.

"Because you've had alcohol tonight and I haven't."

"Oh," Yohji replied simply. He dug into his pocket and pulled out the keys. Ken practically snatched them away. "Hey, is something wrong?"

"I'm tired." Yohji nodded. "Now let's go."

"Hang on a sec. Just wait for me in the car. I have to take care of something." Ken rolled his eyes and did as Yohji requested.

Quickly Yohji scampered back into the house to find Aya. The red haired man was the only guest left and he was in the living room saying a final goodnight to Juro. Aya turned to see Yohji waiting for him. He smiled and walked the older man back out through the front door. "So I'll call you tomorrow then?" Aya questioned.

"That would be correct." The two leaned in for a gentle kiss before…BEEEEP! Ken honked the horn.

"Let's go!" Ken yelled out of the car window. Yohji and Aya settled for a pop kiss which was everything but romantic then, parted from each other. Yohji climbed into the passenger seat of his car.

"What was that all about?" Yohji asked in regards to Ken's impatience.

"I want to get home," said Ken defensively as he started the car.

Yohji's eyes softened. "Awe, my baby really is tired." He tried to kiss Ken on the cheek but the younger boy pulled away. "That's it! Shut the engine off." Ken did so. "Is there something we need to talk about?" Ken just stared then, turned the car back on and started for home. A few blocks down, Fujimiya pulled up next to them at a stoplight. Yohji leaned over so that Ken's head wasn't in the way then, waved over to the redhead. Ken looked over at Fujimiya.

"You're new boyfriend's ugly," Ken said.

"Now I know you're trying to piss me off…and he's not my boyfriend." The ride home was quiet and the two roommates kept to themselves mostly for the rest of the night.

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Juro changed into his nightclothes and sat alone in bed with just the light of the television to keep him company. He looked at his alarm clock. 11: 48 p.m. The party had been over for nearly an hour. Ryu was not dropping by unless by some miracle, but Juro believed in miracles. [God, is there any chance he'll just fall out of the sky tonight? Give me a sign,] Juro thought.

Ryu didn't fall out of the sky, but rain sure did, which was a sure sign that Ryu was not coming. With the sound of pelting raindrops on the rooftop, Juro noted that Ryu did not like driving in the rain since he'd been in an accident after a car hydroplaned and hit his own two winters ago. So in conclusion, it was late and the roads were slick with the hard downpour of water, not typically the conditions for visiting.

Juro sighed regrettably. A single tear dropped down his cheek. He sobbed once, and like the rain outside, his tears all poured down his face. "Ryu," he whimpered. He got out of bed and made his way downstairs to get a glass of water, but on his way to the kitchen he stopped by the sitting room he'd opened all his presents in. Each gift had been unwrapped and Juro circled the large table they'd been neatly restacked on. "Ow!" Juro yelped as he tripped on something. Hopping on one foot, he looked down to see what he'd stubbed his foot on. Low and behold, there was Ryu's gift on the floor. Juro smiled when he recognized the thing. He sat on the floor and delicately lifted the tape to open up the wrapping and the box inside. Once done, he pulled out Ryu's gift. It was a book. A beautiful, leather bound copy of Don Quixote de La Mancha. It was clearly antique and written in Spanish. Juro smiled to himself as he coursed his fingertips over the embossed title of the book. "Don Quixote, huh?" Juro laughed to himself. "El hombre de La Mancha." He opened the front cover. It read, "To my beloved little brother, Jurobei. I pray you receive all the good fortune in the world on your birthday. Love Ryunosuke."

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"Shit, 11:48. I've got just twelve minutes to get to Juro's house," Ryu said aloud as he sped through the neighborhood. "Why the fuck is everyone going so slow! It's almost midnight, shouldn't all you people be at home?! Fuck!" Ryu yelled. He knew that none of the other drivers could hear him but it felt good to let it all out.

Finally, he found the right house and pulled up in the driveway. He ran to meet the small overhang at Juro's front door and rang the doorbell. A voice inside the house questioned his identity. "Juro, honey it's me."

Juro eagerly unlocked the door. Ryu stepped in as Juro closed the door behind him. Ryu felt warm arms wrap tightly around him. "You made it."

"Happy birthday Juro." Ryu looked at his watch. 11: 58 p.m. "And with two minutes to spare." Juro re-intensified the grasp he had over his brother. "Hang on Juro, I'm all wet." Juro helped his brother dry off and found him a pair of spare nightclothes he'd bought just incase Ryu ever did spend the night. Ryu settled for just the pajama pants and left the nightshirt in the guest bedroom he'd be using tonight.

The two brothers made their way into the kitchen. Ryu pulled up a stool to sit at the island in the middle of the kitchen while Juro took out some birthday cake from the fridge. Ryu happened to peer into the refrigerator while his younger kept the door open. "What the hell is that?"

"What's what?"

"That ugly brown thing."

"Oh," Juro giggled. "That was my joke birthday cake, it's supposed to look like that, believe it or not. But nothing else is wrong with it. Anyway, we've still got some lovely pieces here of the real cake left over."

Neither of the brothers spoke for a while. They just enjoyed being in each other's company and ate. "So…who'd you get to be you're mule lackey this year?"

"Mule lackey?"

"Beast of burden, whatever. Who dropped off the present for you? Was it Ken again? I don't like you troubling my friends like that."

Ryu sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. I know it was cowardly but…"

"But at least you showed up," Juro said pleasantly. His tone may have been bitter at first but he really was grateful that Ryu had managed to materialize this year.

"It was Yohji. I asked him to bring the gift. Did you like it?"

Juro nodded. "I loved it." Their eyes locked for a moment before Juro noticed that Ryu was done eating. He cleared their plates and both boys got ready for bed.

"Sleep in my room, would you?" Juro requested. The two climbed into bed, repeating their `I love you's' and `Goodnights' to one another. Juro snuggled into the warmth of his brother's strong chest. Ryu tensed. He adored the fact that Juro wanted to cuddle with him but he also was ashamed of the fact that their closeness was giving him an erection.

Ryu closed his eyes and tried to replace the thought of Juro lying there next to him with Yohji. He knew his erection wasn't about to go down any time soon so his best bet was to just think of someone else. Yohji was going to be his escape. Perhaps more permanently if he could get the emerald eyed man to become his lover. That would help a lot with taking Juro off his mind. He could just focus his thoughts on someone else. He'd done it in the past and he could try it again. Hopefully, Kudou would prove to be a better candidate than his previous partners.

Ryu opened his eyes. He shifted and hovered his face above Juro's wanting nothing more than to descend his lips to the younger boy's for a romantic kiss. Gingerly he settled for kissing the sleeping boy's nose. [Maybe in another life,] Ryu thought to himself. [But not in this one.]