Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Boys in the Attic ❯ Pretty Things ( Chapter 7 )

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.

Pretty Things

The end of the week came quickly. It was Thursday afternoon and the next day Yohji would be back at Club Kyoto. His job was suiting him fine but he really felt like a new change of wardrobe was in order. He'd continuously worn the same robe and just two different pair of thongs that looked nearly identical for the past three weeks, which was fine but something new couldn't hurt. He was beginning to have reappearing clients and although he already had his audience, he wanted to make sure they were kept interested.

Yohji got in his car and drove in the direction of a nearby mall. He entered the parking lot and turned right back onto the main road. Instead of spending his money at that dump, he headed for the mall at South Pointe. It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. With his new income from Club Kyoto he could buy nearly anything he wanted.

Yohji came to the stoplight that clearly separated the South Pointe area from the lower and middle class districts. Every street lane was spotless of garbage, every front yard was clear dead grass, people actually used the crosswalk, and no beggars were around to bother you for loose change.

After parking his car, Yohji walked up to the mall entrance. He knew that anything he bought in this place would cost him and arm and a leg so he made sure to keep his wallet on him. As he slipped the leather case into his back pocket Yohji thought to himself how refreshing it was to know that no one on this side of town would try to steal it from him. Everyone around here seemed to be able to hold their own when it came to money and any would-be-thieves were sure to be caught by South Pointe's boost in security as compared to most other malls.

Yohji found a directory and looked up the shop name that he was destined for. He couldn't quite remember where he'd seen it the last time he'd been here with Ken. Finding the slot number, he located the store and started heading in its direction.

Yohji walked toward the elevators. On the way there he passed a large marble fountain carved in the shape of water spitting dolphins. It was very ugly, or so Yohji thought anyway. He flipped a coin into the small pond and made a wish then, proceeded to board one of the lifts. He road to the second floor and when he departed from the elevator he made a left. The boutique was now in eye view. It's neon pink sign flashed brightly. Yohji entered the shop knowing exactly what he was looking for. Immediately he was greeted by one of the store employees. The man was slightly shorter than Yohji with dark hair and eyes, very slender and obviously gay. "Konichiwa."

Yohji smiled back but didn't say anything. He just wanted to get in and out.

"Is there anything that you would like in particular? I can help you."

[Here we go again,] Yohji thought to himself. "No," he said flatly.

"Well, are you sure?"

"Leave me alone."

The shorter man jumped a little with surprise. Seconds later he had his hands at his hips and one eyebrow raised. "I was just trying to help you. You don't have to be such a bitch!"

"No, you weren't trying to help me. As soon as I walked in the door, you sized up three things about me: One, I'm obviously in to all the kinky crap in this store. Two, I probably like boys. And three, I'm attractive, if you don't mind me saying so myself. All these judgments combined led you to believe you could follow me around while playing the part of the helpful salesperson with a clear ulterior motive, that motive being to accidentally grope me or perhaps touch my ass while you walk by instead of just asking me for my number like a normal person. Am I right?"

The store clerk just looked at Yohji with his jaw half dropped. He nodded his head slowly in agreement.

"Okay then. Now I'm going to keep shopping and you're going to stay out of my way." Yohji spun on his heels and went further into the store in search of a new silk robe. He could still see the salesperson in the corner of his eye. Yohji was beginning to feel bad. He knew he'd been a little harsh but he was just so damn tired of going through the same routine. Guilt on his shoulders, he collected a few items and walked up to the front counter to pay for them. The store clerk ran them up.

"That'll be $278.50."

Yohji handed the man his debit card. "I'm sorry," he said slowly. "I probably shouldn't have snapped at you like I did."

The store clerk smiled as he put Yohji's purchases into a bag. "I'm sorry too."

Yohji grinned and took hold of his wallet, placing the debit card back inside.

"So is it still too late to ask for your number?"

"Sorry honey, but I'm spoken for," Yohji said a bit thoughtfully. He meant for it to be a lie but the way things were going he and a certain redhead just might become exclusive.

"Such a pretty boy like you, I should have known. Well, if the two of you ever break up, you know where to find me," the shorter boy giggled.

"Will do," Yohji replied and trotted out of the store. He could smell the food court ahead and decided to turn in its direction. He really just wanted some coffee.

Upon entering the small coffee shop, Yohji automatically cringed at how busy the place was. In no mood to wait in line any longer, he started to back out and flipped around toward the exit. To his surprise, Odaka-san was just entering the crowded store but with a similar grimace on his face at the sight of how many other people were also waiting to be served. The two noticed each other and exchanged casual smiles.

"Odaka-san," Yohji began.

"Kudou."

"It's good to see you. How are you today?"

Ryu sighed. "Annoyed. All I want is a damn cup of coffee but by the looks of things that might take longer than I'm willing to wait."

"Well…I think I'll take my chances someplace else. How about you?"

"Sounds like a plan. Do you recommend any other coffee shops that might spur my interest?" Odaka asked as he and the younger man stepped out of the store and began walking away.

"Sure, I've got a million," Yohji said with a smile. "But one in particular is my favorite. It doesn't have all the gourmet crap that people find so attractive these days but the coffee is just as good. Would you like to accompany me?"

"Of course."

Ryu followed Yohji in his car far from the South Pointe area to a run down restaurant that by the looks of it was obviously a car maintenance station at one time. The older boy frowned inwardly at the dilapidated setting as he parked his car and climbed out of it. He made double sure to lock his doors and was very weary of passing strangers. Yohji on the other hand seemed to feel right at home. He beckoned Odaka over and held the front door open for them both.

Stepping inside, they were greeted with the familiar smell of lunch. Only four tables were able to fit inside the small restaurant and two more were out front with large umbrellas for shade.

"So, you wanna sit in here or out there?" Yohji asked.

"Preferably outside," Ryu said as he eyed some of the other customers near him. He wanted to get as far away from those mangy people as possible. And besides, he could keep a better eye on his car if they sat outdoors.

The two ordered coffee and a couple of pastries before heading back out front. Yohji took a seat first and when Ryu did the same, he noticed that one of the legs on his chair was shorter than the others. It made the seat wobble and he scowled at its defectiveness. The younger boy observed his boss's frustration. He knew that the Odaka was trying to be polite by not complaining out loud to him but his body language was clue enough that he was dissatisfied.

Ryu picked up his cup of coffee and a chill ran down his spine. He really just wanted to toss the damn thing in the trash but as not to offend; he placed the cup up to his lips and took a drink. His eyes widened slightly. "Not bad. Not bad at all," He said brightly.

"Don't act so shocked," Yohji said with a wry smile.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You were expecting the worst."

"What? No I wasn't."

"Sure you were. Didn't anyone ever tell you that 80% of all communication and above is nonverbal? I could read you like a book. You aren't used to places like this."

"On the contrary. I'm very familiar with places like these."

"Oh? And how is that?"

"Well, after my parents kicked me out of the house I was forced to find shelter where ever I could. On good days I was allowed to stay over at friends' houses but on bad ones I often ended up in abandoned houses or inside of crowded homeless shelters."

Yohji's bottom jaw began to drop a little.

"But never the less, I always tend to cringe in surroundings such as these." Ryu sipped on his coffee again. "Very good. I'll have to remember this place." Yohji nodded. He understood where the older man was coming from. Suddenly, Odaka's cell phone rang. "Hello," he answered. "Shit….yeah, I'll be right there." He put the phone away and finished off the last few drops of his coffee. "Well, talking with you has been lovely but it seems I've got another unexpected meeting at Club Kyoto to attend. I'll see you tomorrow night then?"

"Of course."

The two cleared their area and began to leave in different directions. Yohji's mind pondered over the conversation they'd had. Did Ryu actually say that he was kicked out of his parent's house? He would have guessed that they would have set their son up with a brand new house the same way they did with Juro. Peculiar. But somehow, knowing that Ryu had actually started out in rags before riches made him feel even more comfortable about the older man. It seemed that he and his boss had a little more in common than he first believed.

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The next night, Yohji was back at Club Kyoto. He parked his car in the usual spot and headed up to the attic floor casually.

Yohji entered the V.I.P. room and got ready. He went into his small dressing room and took off his street clothes to replace them with a silk robe of deep red and matching G-string; both part of the new attire he'd bought the previous day.

Several minutes later, a chime went off in the room that prepared Yohji for his next client. A man of average height and thick build came into the room. He was a Canadian, fairly good looking but only in a conventional way, nothing special. Of course he probably begged to differ given the hint of arrogance he had about him. Yohji noted the observation as he stepped from behind the curtained dressing room doorway.

"Konickiwa," said the client with hungry eyes as he took a drag off the cigar he was holding.

Yohji frowned inwardly. "Konichiwa," he replied, hoping that the man had noticed the correct difference in annunciation. "Sir, I don't believe you're allowed to smoke in the V.I.P. rooms."

"Well, I didn't see any signs saying that I couldn't," the man said with annoyance. He tapped the burning ash into a shot glass that he'd brought with him. "Just take your damn clothes off." With impatience, the client began to swear in his own language under his breath.

Yohji paused. He wasn't obligated to finish a show if a customer was being overbearing. In fact, he nearly stopped all together but figured it wouldn't hurt to put up with the foolish man for just a while longer.

Yohji undid his robe and sexily pulled it off of his shoulders. In a swift move he unsheathed the entire material from his body. "Ooh," said the Canadian, already impressed with the presentation. He undid the zipper of his pants and dug a hand inside to feel his excited member through the fabric of his underpants. "Turn around and shake your ass." A little disgusted, Yohji did as he was asked. At least now he wouldn't have to look at the stupid man's face. He could just pretend it was someone else. Someone like Aya. Unfortunately his daydreaming was making his dancing a lot more provocative than usual this early into his performance and the display was over exciting his client.

SMACK!

"Woohoo! That's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah!" Yohji flipped around with astonishment.

[Did that fucker just slap my ass?] Upon examination, Yohji noted that one of his client's hands was still in possession of the burning cigar so the hand that presumably touched Yohji's butt was also the hand that had been fondling at the man's crotch. [Ewe,] Yohji cringed.

"Why'd you stop dancing?"

"NO touching."

The client just chuckled to himself. "It was just a little slap on the ass," the man said as he crushed the rest of his cigar into the shot glass. "Now if I really wanted to offend you, I would just do this." Abruptly, the man tried to grab for Yohji's crotch. His hand was immediately slapped away.

"That's enough!" Yohji exclaimed. "Pull up your pants, leave this room and return that damn shot glass to the bar! I'm not dealing with you anymore."

"You're really fucked up, you know that," the man said as he redressed himself. I was just having a little fun with you, but whatever. Maybe I should just tell your boss."

"Go right ahead. Tell him what an ass you are and how I wouldn't allow myself to be violated. I'm sure he'll understand."

The man just laughed as he fiddled with his zipper. He was frustrated with the conversation and it was making his hands shake. "You just watch. I hope you enjoy this job while you still have it `cause after I tell Odaka-san what an unsatisfied customer I am, I'm sure he'll reconsider your employment." Yohji rolled his eyes. "Don't believe me? Well, you should. Ryu and I have been associates for a very long time now and I'm sure he'll side with me."

Flustered, the man stormed out of the room. Yohji slammed the door behind him. He hated to admit it, but he was a little worried. Ryu was just his boss, not his friend, not his associate as the client had put it, so perhaps Odaka really would choose sides with the other guy.

Yohji sighed to himself. He relocated his robe and attempted to put it back on. The material smelled of heavy smoke. The whole room did. His non-smoking clients would be upset, especially those with asthma and things alike. Frustrated, he threw his robe to the ground and re-entered his dressing room to grab a bottle of fabric refreshener. He sprayed in high hopes of restoring the odor filled room but the damage had been done. "Oh, well," Yohji said to himself. He re-composed himself and got ready for his next client.

+++

Yohji's nerves were relieved when the end of his shift came. This had not been one of his best nights and he was tired.

Wearily, Yohji collected his things and started for the elevator. He crossed paths with Juro who was also waiting on the elevator.

"Hey Yohji. Ready to go home?" Juro asked smilingly. Yohji mumbled something under his breath that sounded like confirmation. Juro eyed the older man's cheerless appearance. "You okay?"

"I will be," Yohji replied as the elevator doors opened up. The two boarded and continued their conversation. "You wouldn't believe all the crap I've had to go through tonight." Yohji went on to explain to Juro how obnoxious his first client had been not to mention another client who was so drunk he passed out on the couch and security had to haul him away and another one who reeked of cologne, so much so that Yohji could not bare to get too close to him.

"Rough night," said Juro as the elevator doors reopened to the second floor. "Well, this is my stop. I hope you feel better tomorrow."

"Me too."

"See you later." The elevator doors closed and Yohji further descended to the first floor. Quickly he moved through the front doors of the club. Odaka was standing just outside the doorway. He saw Yohji fly by and caught the younger man's attention.

"Goodnight, Kudou."

Yohji flipped back around for just a second to respond to his employer. "Goodnight Odaka-san." Another man was standing with Ryu but Yohji didn't feel in anyway obligated to bid him goodnight as well. Instead, he kept up his pace, eager to get to his car and drive off.

The man standing with Odaka was Yohji's first client of the day. He snickered as the young boy walked by. "Punk."

Odaka furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm getting kind of cold, is it alright if we go back inside?"

"Sure," Odaka said. "Let's go up to my office."

They made it to the third floor and Ryu unlocked his office door, allowing them both inside before shutting it. The client took a seat but Ryu stood, arms folded. "So I take it you don't like one of my dancers?" Ryu asked with genuine curiosity.

"That's right, I've got something to tell you about that slut we saw outside. All I wanted was a little smoke so I took my cigar into the room with me and…"

"I'd call that more than a little smoke. Besides, I don't allow smoking on this floor."

"Yeah, I think he might have mentioned something about that but he was a real jerk about it. He acted like he was going to snatch the cigar from my mouth and burn a hole right through my skin. That's how harsh he was being with me," the Canadian man embellished. He could tell that Ryu wasn't buying the story. In fact, he was beginning to look a little pissed off. "Anyway, he ended up kicking me out of the damn room."

Ryu smiled to himself. "What for exactly?"

The client laughed uncontrollably and his face began to turn red as he tried to explain what had happened. "All I did was smack his ass and the little tart made me leave. Can you believe that?" The man continued to laugh.

POW! Smack, shove, Punch!

"Ow, shit, Odaka! What the fuck was that about?!"

Ryu grabbed the man firmly by his shirt. "Don't you ever, disrespect him again!"

"Whoa, where the hell is this all coming from?! I don't care if this is Club Kyoto, he's just a fucking stripper. One who thinks that just because he works here that he's above every other dick tease in this business and that he has the right to act like a bitch even after I've already paid him. I've never been treated that way at other clubs."

"Other clubs don't have the same level of prestige that mine does. This place is clean and so are my dancers. Moreover, they actually have respect for themselves, which commands them not to let fools like you treat them poorly."

The other man swallowed.

"Don't you ever and I mean EVER touch that boy again unless you want me to soak you with kerosene and light your pubic hair on fire. Got it?" The Canadian man nodded his head and rubbed at his jaw.

Odaka paced around the room to walk off some steam before turning his back to the other man and steadying both hands on his desk. Gradually he was calming down.

Figuring that Ryu was done, the client slumped in his chair and began to close his eyes.

POW!

"Ever! I mean it! Don't even look at him," Ryu started up again. "Now get the hell out of my office and get some ice from the bar to put on your bruises."

"Yes sir," the man replied meekly and left Odaka to himself.

[Why do I even keep him around?] Odaka thought to himself. [It's not like I need him to help me with the club anymore. And now that I know about what he did to Yohji, I should probably just throw him off the nearest bridge.]

"Knock, Knock," said a voice joined with a tapping against the door pane. It was Juro.

"What is it baby brother?"

"Nothing, I just thought I heard yelling and wanted to make sure everything was alright with you."

"I fine Juro, but thanks for your concern. How have you been today?"

"Busy. I think I'm gonna go home now. How about you?"

"No, I'll probably just stick around a while longer to make sure everything's running smoothly."

"Everything is running smoothly. You overwork yourself. Just come home with me. Spend the night. I'm still not used to living in that house all by my lonesome."

Ryu sighed. "Yeah, okay. Just give me a minute."

Ryu collected his things and followed Juro back to his place. The rest of the evening was spent relaxing on Juro's bed with the television blaring. Juro rustled them both up some liquor to warm their tummies but mostly to ease his older brother's nerves. Ryu had looked tense all day.

The alcohol was making both of their bodies hot. Ryu had only drunk a few shots so he didn't feel too overheated, just comfortable and slowly his eyelids began to get heavy. He started to dream with his eyes half open. Mostly he could see fantasies of sleep but part of his consciousness allowed him to see that the liquor his brother had ingested was making the younger boy terribly hot so he began to pull all of his nightclothes off. Ryu watched quietly. His groin tingled a little at the sight and sprang into erection as Juro's length became exposed to Ryu's eyes.

"Juro?" mumbled the older boy. The words were said in vain. The younger boy was oblivious to his brother's questioning. All he wanted was cool air upon his skin and he had met success. "Juro, put your clothes back on."

"What for? It's too hot."

"Well…I don't want to see you naked! So please, just do it," Ryu pleaded. In truth, it was very pleasing to him that Juro was nude but the younger boy's nakedness combined with his impaired judgment from alcohol intake might tempt him to start touching his younger brother and that was a mess he wanted to avoid. "Well, at least roll the covers back and get under the sheet."

"No."

Ryu's heart began to beat a little faster and his erection got a little larger. Pretty soon there would be no way for the younger boy not to notice it. "I'll be right back," Ryu said as he got off the bed and entered Juro's bathroom. He shut the door and splashed some water on his face from the sink. Grabbing a towel from the rack, he patted himself dry and took in deep breaths of air before deciding to re-enter the bedroom.

Confident that his arousal had nearly disappeared he opened the bathroom door only to spot that Juro was watching an exercise program on the Health channel. He had positioned himself on hands and knees and began to imitate what was being displayed on the television. Juro arched his back up and down repeatedly, an act that made Ryu's heartbeat nearly a thousand times stronger. The older boy quickly went back into the bathroom. His penis had erected itself again but this time he couldn't just splash some water on his face and wait for the effect to ware off.

Ryu pulled down his pajama pants an immediately took his swollen cock into his hands. He knew he had to bring himself off but he didn't want to do it while Juro was still on his mind. He closed his eyes and searched for any thought that could replace the one he had of Juro. Nothing seemed equivalent and he felt guilty for still touching himself. "Why is this happening to me," Ryu breathed. Finally, he thought of the perfect solution. He didn't know why it hadn't come to him sooner. He relaxed a little and slowly stroked his shaft with Yohji Kudou in mind.

Ryu imagined that Yohji was in the other room nude and playing on the bed instead of his brother. Slowly the guilt of incestuous thought began to melt away. He'd tried to substitute thoughts of his brother with other Club Kyoto dancers in the past but none had been as effective as Yohji. Something was different about the emerald-eyed man and it pleased Odaka to know so. Eventually he completed the orgasm and cleaned himself up. Upon returning to Juro's room, he found that the younger boy was now fast asleep. [Good,] Ryu thought to himself. Pulling back the blankets he covered them both with the sheet and nestled into the bed for slumber.

+++

Yohji walked in through the front door of his house. Ken was sitting on the couch watching a soccer game he'd recorded earlier in the week. Noting Yohji's presence and dreary expression the younger man paused the television. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Yohji said as he plopped down on the couch next to his roommate. Ken put an arm around the taller man and drew him in close. He placed a kiss on Yohji's cheek. "You look tired."

"I am tired. As soon as I wash up I'm heading straight for bed."

"You want me to run your bath water for you?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Bubble bath or no?"

"Bubbles please," Yohji said with a smile.

"You got it," replied Ken and he got up from the couch to start Yohji's bath. He made sure the water wasn't too hot and introduced the bubble bath mixture that Yohji had requested. The substance made the whole room smell sweet. Yohji came in soon afterward and Ken stopped the water flow into the tub. "Need anything else?"

"No, I'll be fine."

Ken made himself busy in the kitchen while Yohji relaxed in the tub. He was warming himself up some sake and wondered if Yohji would like some too. Subsequently Ken heard the bathroom door open up and Yohji's footsteps trail off to the bedroom.

"Ken," Yohji called.

"Yes, Yohji?"

"Could you come here a second?"

"Sure," Ken replied as he headed for Yohji's room. He found the older boy sitting on the edge of the bed with just a pair of boxers on and lotioning his legs. "I've heated up some sake. Do you want any?"

"Yeah, but first could you lotion my back. I don't feel like being acrobatic today and doing it myself." Yohji repositioned himself so that Ken could sit on the bed as well and do what he'd been asked.

Ken could feel tension beneath Yohji's skin and instinctively began to massage the muscles. "Mmm," Yohji moaned in approval. "You should really consider being a misuse. And I mean it."

"Stop talking, just relax."

"Alright, alright," Yohji agreed. Ken continued to knead the flesh of the older boy's back. He was harsh in some places but gentle in others which was very comforting depending on what spot his fingers passed over. Ken rubbed at Yohji's shoulders before trailing his right hand down to the small of his roommates back. Cautiously he pulled at the back of Yohji's boxers. Seeing no resistance, Ken dipped his hand into the taller boy's underpants and fingered the cleft of Yohji's buttocks. He found the small opening that he'd been searching for and massaged the puckered entrance. Eyes closed, Ken imagined what it would be like to be inside. [It'd be warm and soft and wonderful,] he thought. But in the middle of his effort he pulled away. Going any further with Yohji at this point would make him become possessive over the older boy again and he was trying to stop that from happening.

Yohji wondered why Ken had stopped touching him. He speculated if Ken was purposely teasing him just to be mean. "Are you finished?" He asked disappointed.

"For now," Ken replied. Now let's go drink that sake.

"Sake it is," said Yohji cheerfully. Who knew, maybe tomorrow Ken would be in the mood for a morning quickie.