Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Boys in the Attic ❯ Easy Come and Easy Go ( Chapter 11 )

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.

Easy Come and Easy Go

It was the end of the week and Yohji found himself walking back into Club Kyoto as he typically did on Fridays. He entered his usual room and got prepared. Today he wore a midnight blue colored g-string with a silk robe to match and he wore his up in a thick ribbon, the exact same shade as his outfit.

He sat in his dressing room and shortly heard the chiming sound that always introduced his next customer. Daintily he removed himself from the small room and looked toward the door. He stood and he waited…and he waited until finally he decided that maybe his client had just gotten a little hung up at the front office or something so went back to his dressing room on account of he still wanted to make a grand entrance. Just as soon as he'd passed behind the draped doorway, his client entered the room.

[Finally,] Yohji thought to himself. He presented himself to the client and was humbled to find it was an old woman. His smile softened and yet he cringed inwardly as she sat on the couch. It was the same furniture that many villainous businessmen had sat upon and it seemed so unfitting for a woman like her. She looked about seventy with grey hair and all. Not to mention her slow walk from an obvious bum hip. It was probably what kept her so long getting here.

"Konichiwa," said Yohji very pleasantly. Routinely he put his hands at his clothing to un-sash his robe but he felt odd. It was like undressing in front of his grandmother or something. But a job was a job.

"Sit down next to me," she said before Yohji could finish removing his wrap.

[Kinkly little thing.]

"I want us to play cards."

"Cards?"

"Mhm, black jack, tricks, you name it."

Yohji shrugged his shoulders and did as she requested. For an hours they sat there playing cards. Yohji entertained the old woman by being a playmate and she entertained him by telling him stories that occurred in her life. Each one more interesting than the next.

The buzzer went off announcing that her session was up.

"Already?" Yohji asked with disappointment. He was having fun. It'd even been kind of nice not to have to take his clothes off for once, especially with someone he wasn't exactly attracted to sexually. Never had he had a client this intriguing. She was certainly beginning to be his favorite.

"Well, I guess I should get going now."

"I suppose so," relpied Yohji. "But stop by anytime."

"I will," said the old woman smiling. Yohji waved her off and shut the door behind her. He looked at the spot they'd been seated at and closed his eyes with sadness. Club Kyoto wasn't the normal hang out for women like her and even if it were, chances are that Yohji wouldn't have been offered to play cards rather than strip. It was apparent that she was lonesome and just wanted a friend. In desperation she tried her luck here and succeeded. [No one should have to pay to escape loneliness.] But that was exactly what the old woman had done and to her it was $140 well spent.

Yohji sighed and the chime in his room went off again.

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Juro sat in his brother's office downloading music from his computer. The front door opened and Aya stepped in.

"You should have knocked," Juro said without taking his eyes away from the computer screen. "Ryu once fired a man for not knocking once." Juro turned his gaze toward the redhead. Of course that was ages ago, but Ryu is still a pretty ruthless person."

"Yes, I'm aware of what you just said but I also knew that your brother wasn't in here. He's in the main office. He told me to come check up on you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno, maybe he thinks you're wasting all of his computers memory by downloading useless crap and putting your sticky little hands all over his desk."

"I'm not five Aya, my hands aren't sticky." Suddenly, Ryu entered the room.

"Juro, get out of my seat."

"Hold on a sec., I'm doing something."

Ryu rounded the desk corner and tugged Juro upward. "Get up now."

"Okay, okay." It was embarrassing having his collar yanked by his older brother, especially in front of Aya who was currently smirking at him."

"Aya, come look at this e-mail I just received."

"What am I looking at?"

"This is the building down the street that I'm planning to buy. I could transfer Club Kyoto to this establishment because it's bigger, which Wakia-san suggested but I'm not too fond of or we can make it into a whole new club. And that's where we run into trouble."

"How so?"

"I don't know all the details of how much I'd have to spend in renovating the place. If we do decide to move relocate Club Kyoto here we won't have a second income to help us and if the profit we make in the next year or so doesn't exceed the amount of cash that we initially put into it, we may have a set back. Furthermore, if we do decide to keep Club Kyoto here and make the new building into another club than we might still suffer financially from hiring new help and mentally from trying to do too many things at one time. So what I need you to do is meet with the building's owner this week and take dictation of whether the investment will be worth my while or not."

"Consider it done."

"Great. You can leave now." Aya left the room and left the two brothers to themselves.

"Don't move Club Kyoto."

"What're you, my advisor now? Don't let the other's know. They'll think you're after their jobs," Ryu teased.

"Seriously, I love this place. I remember a lot of good times here."

"And why wouldn't you? You've been getting into a nightclub full of strippers and alcohol while underage. Not to mention, all of your drinks have been free."

"C'mon Ryu, be serious."

"Alright, well I concur. I've had a lot good times here too but I've had just as many bad…and maybe getting rid of this place would help me forget."

"There couldn't be that many bad things that have happened here."

"I never told you this Juro but you're an adult now so I don't feel like I need to shelter you from this truth anymore." The younger boy came closer to his brother's desk.

"Go on."

"As you may or may not know, I was kicked out of our parents house." Juro nodded. "And because of that I had sleep on I don't know how many couches at friend's houses…" Ryu paused for a moment. He remembered once being offered to sleep in a bed but only if he did its provider a sexual favor. He'd almost contemplated the idea but didn't ever want to sink so low as to prostitute himself for a small comfort. Upon declining the request, he was also thrown out on his ass. Not for the sake of his host being mean but because the other boy tried to force himself on Ryu after the offer was denied. "Eventually, I had no place else to stay so I ended up in shelters which all too soon became full and most of the people inside were plagued with infectious disease. To escape with my health I looked for a place of my own. I came across an abandoned warehouse that no other vagabonds had touched yet; and here I am sitting in that same warehouse only now it's a fashionable society but I know it's true identity and it's past."

"You were…homeless?" Juro asked softly. "Well…you could have just told mom and da…" Ryu shook his head.

"They already knew. They wanted it that way, that's why they took away my inheritance." The younger boy looked into his brother's face with sympathy. "Don't look so troubled over it. That was a long time ago. I'm alright now." Ryu turned his attention back to the computer and started searching through his other e-mails when he felt Juro's fingers run through his long raven hair.

BAM! The office door burst open and Yohji was in the threshold. His robe was disorderly on him and he had a red marking on his left cheek.

"Yohji?" Ryu questioned.

"Drunk bastard, he hit me!"

"What? Who?" Ryu asked, rising to his feet.

"He may have hit me, but I slugged him."

"Juro, go find out what he means and make sure security is on top of this."

"Hai," the younger boy agreed and strode off quickly.

Ryu came to Yohji's side. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you too badly," he asked as he tried to cradle Yohji into his chest. The younger boy was deftly touching the bruise on his face and wincing.

"Physically, I'm fine. I'm just upset. He tried to touch me so I shoved him away pretty harshly and to teach me a lesson I guess, he slapped me."

"Well, I think this deserves you the rest of the night off?" Yohji nodded in response. "Well, where he slapped you doesn't look too bad but do you want some ice on it anyway?"

"No."

"Alright then, I think it's safe for you to get back to the room and collect your things." Yohji nodded dazedly.

"Does this sort of luck happen to everyone?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm getting attacked an awful lot around here."

"I apologize. I don't understand it; why you're always having to fight someone off that is. But whenever this sort of thing does happen, it always seems to be the prettiest ones that undergo the clash." Yohji smiled. He liked being called pretty, cheesy as it was.

Yohji timidly re-entered the room to gather his belongings. He knew his attacker had probably already been hauled away but some sort of fear still rose within him. He retrieved his duffle bag from the dressing room and slowly began backing up toward the front door, his eyes scanning the entire room and remembering every regretful event.

"He's gone you know."

Yohji jumped.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" questioned Odaka. He smiled as he did so and closed the door behind him for privacy.

"Yes," Yohji replied slightly panting. "I think I need a stiff drink."

"I'll have a few ordered up from the bar, we can have them in my office."

"Okay, cool. Just let me get dressed real quick." Ryu shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the couch. Deftly, Yohji undid his robe and folded it then, proceeded to let his g-string settle to the floor; he stepped out of it and bent down to pick it up. He could have sworn he felt eyes on his skin but each time he stole a glance at Odaka, the businessman was always looking elsewhere or he'd catch Yohji watching him and give an uncomfortable look which made the younger boy redden with embarrassment.

Little did Yohji know, Odaka actually had been staring at the younger man. The older boy just made sure to cut his gazing time short in order to avoid Yohji catching him. But sometimes he might look back too early, not a problem though. If Odaka just happened to look back just after Yohji had stolen a gaze in his direction, the situation would seem as if Yohji had indeed been the gawker rather than the other way around.

Yohji pulled up his jeans about his waist and pulled a white shirt over his head. It made his hair a bit messy but the look was kind of sexy in a wild sort of way. Odaka watched without shame and a smile corrupted his features.

Finally, the younger boy slid on his shoes and packed up his duffle bag. The two trailed back to Odaka's office with Yohji lagging behind quite slightly. They seated themselves comfortably. Ryu paged for someone at the bar to provide them with drinks and shortly afterward they were served.

Yohji picked his glass up to his mouth but before he could get a sip in, Odaka commented. "I assume you won't be driving yourself home tonight?"

"No, of course not. I didn't even drive myself here today, I got this kid named Omi to drop me off."

"Ah, I believe I am familiar with him. Well, I can call you a cab or even drive you home myself if you like."

"Not with what you're drinkin'!" Yohji laughed.

"What, a Shirley Temple?"

Yohji raised an eyebrow and leaned forward to examine the older man's glass. "Hey, I guess so. Well, in that case I would like you to drive me home. Thank you."

"It's nothing."

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After one more drink, which he hardly finished, Yohji was ready to be driven home. Odaka led the way to his exclusively covered parking spot his young guest followed close behind. Ryu opened the passenger side door and allowed Yohji to climb in before politely re-shutting the door. Odaka entered on the other side and settled in. He turned the key in the ignition and started up the car. The sound was beautiful.

"I gotta get me one of these," said Yohji.

"A Jaguar?" asked Ryu with a smile.

"A car that runs." Ryu looked over at Yohji and laughed. "But I've got to admit, I like the paint job. Silver is very becoming on a car like this."

"Is that so?" asked Ryu as he pulled out of the parking space.

"Yeah, it makes the car look fast."

"Like this?" chimed Odaka and gave their current speed a little more gas. The car took off almost instantly and they were heading down the road at a rather rapid pace.

"Maybe we should slow down!" Yohji suggested.

"Relax, we were only going five miles over the speed limit," Ryu teased as he slowed their pace. He chuckled a little. "So, where to?"

Yohji gave the older man directions and just enjoyed the ride as he was chauffeured home. They slowed upon reaching his house. Yohji sighed deeply and sort of mumbled something under his breath.

"What's on your mind?" asked Ryu.

"I was hoping that Ken might be back home by now but I don't see any lights on."

"Your lover?" Ryu asked quite smugly but managed to hide the inflexion in his voice.

Yohji smiled sheepishly. "Well, we've made love before…but I don't necessarily consider him my lover. He's my roommate. But it seems like I'll be rooming with myself tonight `cause he isn't back from his little outing," Yohji said thoughtfully. A few things weren't making sense to him that he'd make sure to ask Ken about later. "In fact, I think you might know him through Juro."

Ryu walked Yohji to his front door. "Will you be alright? I really hope that you aren't too shaken up tonight."

"Don't worry about me," Yohji said with a yawn. "And thanks for driving me home, I appreciate it."

"No thanks needed."

"Why don't you come in for a minute."

"Okay, I'll take you up on that offer." Yohji lead the way inside and hospitably hung both their jackets on the cloak rack. "Nice place you've made for yourself here. You've got good taste in furniture."

"That would be Ken's creative eye whose put together most of this stuff. I'm just a little parasite who's only recently really started to benefit my host."

"Intresting choice of words, care elaborate."

Yohji laughed out loud. Odaka truly did look confused. " About a year ago, I was really down on my luck. I had no money, no job and I was about to be evicted when fortunately I saw an ad in the paper for a position at a fitness gym. I applied and was hired almost immediately but money was still really tight on account of how much debt I was in. Anyway, the current happiness I had in my life was a budding friendship this guy I'd met at my new job. I never usually opened up to people I didn't know very well, but I could tell he was genuine and I ended up telling him all of my financial woes. He proposed that I move in with him so that I could save some cash and leave the dump I currently lived in. I'd really only known him for a few months and thought the idea odd, but he's just as convincing as he is genuine and two days later I found myself hauling ass to his house, which didn't take long since I didn't own much more than a suitcase. But that was a year ago and now I actually help pay for groceries and some of the utilities."

"What form of payment did you use before hand?" Ryu asked raising an eyebrow.

Yohji gave him a wry smile. "I cooked, cleaned, picked up his dry cleaning; which I still do most of the time."

"What are you, his wife?" Ryu asked teasingly.

"Iie," Yohji said laughing. He paused for a moment in thought. "I guess I do kind of play the role though."

"Well, let's see, you cook, clean, run his errands, and most importantly you attend to his sexual desires."

"We've only had sex once…or twice."

"Any good?"

Yohji laughed and rolled his eyes. "He's very good."

Odaka smiled at how sure Yohji's voice was. "So it seems."

"Well, what about you? Do you come home to anyone?"

"Just Koki." Ryu replied as he reached a hand out to fondle a few strands of Yohji's hair

"Your boyfriend?"

"My pet fish. He had a girlfriend named Koi, but she died about a week ago."

"You must get lonely."

"Not much. Work at Club Kyoto keeps me occupied and besides I've pretty much always been by me lonesome." Odaka thought back to his neglected childhood years. He'd been very lonesome until Juro was born and even then, Ryu was so much older that it took years for the two brothers to be at the same level mentally.

Yohji's heart went out to the older boy's miserable disposition. "Well, yes…I can see how Club Kyoto would keep you busy," started Yohji. He wanted to direct the conversation more positively. "And you're always around so many people that I'm sure that you're never really alone." Yohji searched Odaka's eyes. He knew that being alone was very much different from being lonely but he wanted to lighten the situation.

"I suppose you're right. I hardly ever am alone."

"You don't come visit me anymore. Don't you like me?" Yohji teased.

"Believe me, I've missed you terribly. But it's been hell at work lately and I don't think the heat will be off for a while so I probably won't be making another trip to see you any time soon." Ryu's blue gaze ogled Yohji's body as he finished the statement. He pressed his lips together softly. Eventually, his eyes became level with Yohji's and the younger man possessed an all-knowing look on his face. Odaka turned bashful. His admiration for Yohji's beauty had been absentminded and quite overly noticeable. "I should probably get going." Yohji nodded sleepily. The two rose from the couch. Yohji walked his guest back to the front door.

They said their goodnights and gave each other a gentle hug before Odaka left the house and seated himself inside of his car. He'd just pulled away from the house as Ken showed up. The younger boy parked his motorcycle and watched with suspicion as Odaka sped off. [Don't tell me Yohji's screwing him too] Ken snickered. [What the hell do I care? I don't want him anymore,] the boy tried to reason with himself. He went inside the house and was greeted by a kiss on the mouth from Yohji.

"Hi Ken," Yohji breathed. His hands were at the younger boy's face. Ken took a deep breath and made himself solid against the affection.

"You taste like alcohol."

"I just had a few drinks, long story. But who cares," Yohj smiled. "I'm home now with you," Yohji said as he brought his face closer to Ken's. Ken turned away.

"Stop," Ken said rather coldly. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed." The older boy frowned as his housemate walked away. He was confused about the vibes he was receiving from the younger man.

Ken went to his bedroom and got ready for bed. He put on his nightclothes and settled onto the mattress. He tossed and turned trying to stop thinking about Yohji's kiss. His groin was bothering him the most but he kept his hands far from it in hopes of being able to conquer his want of sexual relief.

Absentmindedly, Ken found himself humping the bed and it made him feel weak but he knew that he could no longer neglect his cock no longer. He pulled his pants off and sank his hands between his legs, pumping the shaft of his very erect member. His mind trailed back to the first night he and Yohji had made love. This was the best feeling his brain had on record at this moment and it was turning him on even more. He imagined putting his mouth on the older boy this time, a treat he had failed to receive in their earlier encounters.

His fingers slid up and down his sensitive penis, slightly lubricated with pre-cum and every drop was reassuring of his pending orgasm. He drew in harsh breaths every time his fingertips sqeezed the tip of his cock and with another hand he palmed his balls slowly. He occasionly released the pressure from the head of his penis in order to prolong his climax but he was too anxious now and he needed completion. Skillfully he masterbated his most sensitive areas and licked his lips, thinking of Yohji's length entering his mouth. With a whimpering moan, he came. He suddenly became very embarrassed. How could he have been this weak? No, it wasn't nearly as bad as if he had given into Yohji's advances but this incident just proved how wrapped up he was into the older man. Ken sighed to himself and grabbed some tissue to wipe away his spent semen. He tried to promise himself this wouldn't occur again but he was unsure. [This is gonna take a while Ken thought to himself.] He hadn't fallen in love with Yohji over night so it was gonna take longer than just one night to fall out of love. He closed his eyes and tried to get back to sleep.