Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Boys in the Attic ❯ Driven by Lust ( Chapter 12 )

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.

Driven by Lust

Ken woke up early the next morning. His alarm clock hadn't gone off yet but he still turned it off to stop it from sounding afterward. He stayed in bed and gazed up at the ceiling. His mind was blank and content for a short moment, all until he heard Yohji turning about in his bed. Ken pulled a pillow over his head for some while, trying to drown out the sounds of Yohji's movement and resting his eyes at the same time. When he reopened his eyes, twenty minutes had gone by. [Not a problem,] Ken thought to himself, he wasn't scheduled to wake up for another fifteen anyway so he replaced the pillow over his head and shut his gaze.

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Yohji woke up and stretched in bed. He pushed himself onto his feet and searched for a robe to shield his naked skin from the cool air. Finding his prize, he put it on and headed for the kitchen for a snack. He opened the fridge and scouted around for something quick to eat. Discovering the food he wanted, Yohji pulled it from the refrigerator and uncovered the dish. He started eating as he moved to reheat the plate in the microwave but he was hungry and didn't care to wait for his food to be warm, so he ate most of it cold.

Yohji looked around the kitchen as he finished his food. The air smelled different, it was lacking something. Yohji looked at the coffee pot and noticed it'd been unused since the previous day. He readied himself a mug and began to start a new brew when he also noticed that along with the other two locks, the chain was still fastened to the front door; a feature that cannot be performed by someone leaving the house, the chain can only be refastened if someone is still home. Knowing that he himself had not touched any of the locks, Yohji stopped what he was doing and strode to Ken's room. He opened the door and saw the younger boy still asleep in bed. "Ken," Yohji whispered. "Kenkun."

Ken faintly heard a voice calling his name. "Hmm?" He started to pull the pillow from over his head and he did so unhurriedly, he was sure that this was all probably a dream. "What are you doing here?" he asked groggily as he came to. He rubbed his eyes and stared up with annoyance.

"I was just worried when I noticed that no coffee had been made this morning and the chain was still on the front door. I thought you might have called in sick today. I mean, you weren't exactly pleasant last night and…you are okay, aren't you?"

Ken looked confused. "Why the hell would you think that I'd called in sick," he asked.

"Well, because. It's almost noon and you're still home."

"What?! Oh, shit! Noon?!" Ken reached for the telephone and called his work immediately.

"Nakada Fitness Gym, my name is Otsune, how may I help you?"

"Otsune, God, it's me Ken."

"Ken! What's up? You didn't show for work today and you didn't call in, everyone's been really worried. This just isn't like you."

[Think fast Hidaka.] "I, uh, I was really sick last night, I thought I was gonna die."

"Oh? Are you okay? What happened?!"

"Food poisoning I think."

"Oh, God."

"Yeah, I was pukin' my brains out all night. I was so tired from heaving my stomach and so completely dehydrated that I couldn't move out of bed. Yohji found me early this morning and has been trying to bring me back to life ever since."

"Good, I'm glad you have someone there to care for you. Maybe I'll stop by on my lunch break if I have time and check up on you."

"Oh, you don't have to but I appreciate the thought."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Uhm…I just wanted to call in and tell you what was going on. Did you get someone to fill in for me okay?"

"Oh, yeah, we got Yohji's old assistant, Mae, to temp. for you."

"Cool. Well, sorry for not callin' in sooner but…"

"Oh don't worry about it. You couldn't help it."

"Uh, yeah…well, thanks Otsune."

"You're welcome, bye."

Ken sighed and hung up the phone.

"You were pukin' your brains out all night?" Yohji asked wryly.

Ken put the receiver back up to his ear to make sure that the line had actually been dropped. "Yes, at work, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it."

"So what's the real reason?"

"Oh, I dunno. I lost track of time I guess. I only meant to rest my eyes for a moment and the next thing I knew, you were in my room. Thanks for waking me."

"Don't mention it. Well, I should probably be getting back to bed. I have to wake up for real soon."

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna take another lie down too."

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Yohji woke again and prepared himself for Club Kyoto. He hummed to himself as he entered the bathroom and readied the bath water for himself. Believing the spout to be at the right temperature, he stepped in over the tub and soothed his body in the warm water. He lathered soap in his hands and applied it to himself. He scrubbed thoroughly with his washcloth and breathed in the enchanting aroma of the scented soap. Suddenly, something changed, the water went cold.

"Ahhhh!" Yohji screamed. "Cold! Cold, cold, cold!"

Ken who was typing away at his computer in the next room became alert to the commotion and he strode to the bathroom door to find what Yohji was complaining about.

"Yohji," Ken queried as he turned the door handle and stepped into the small room. Meanwhile, the older boy was nearly leaping out of the tub as well as out of his own skin to shake him from the discomfort of cold he'd just received. "You okay?"

Yohji started shivering and reached for a towel immediately. Ken found another and started to help the older boy dry off. "Oh my God, I feel like an ice cube."

"Sorry hon', I got up not too long ago and took a bath. I must have used up all the hot water."

"Hn," Yohji snickered. "Well, I think I managed to do a pretty good job of cleaning myself up before the temperature dropped so not too much harm has been done."

Ken smiled and gave the taller boy a small hug while he patted his dampened body dry. Yohji smiled too from the small affection and his face became innocent but inviting. Ken saw the change in expression when looking up to his housemate's gaze. He backed off a little at the observation, not wanting Yohji to think that the simple body contact that they were currently having would go any further or that it was meant to be romantic at all. "Well, sorry again," he said and retired the towel he'd been using to a rack. Ken stepped out of the room and started down the hallway.

Yohji was stunned. More and more, Ken seemed to be pulling away from him or became less affectionate at least. It bothered him but Yohji reasoned with himself that things do change and that Ken was probably just maturing or going through some sort of phase at the moment that made him always seem irritable.

Ken went back to his room and returned to the seat at his computer. He typed but his attention was on something completely different, Yohji to be exact. All he wanted was to put a little breathing room between himself and the older boy but it instead he was just being cold and even detached. Probably spurred from the fact that it truly hurt to be away from Yohji so his actions came out rougher than he meant.

The eldest boy's footsteps could be heard padding down the hallway and into his bedroom. The smell of soap on his skin carried in to Ken's room and pleased his nose. [He always smells good,] Ken thought to himself smiling. The younger man didn't plan for he and Yohji's friendship to be stale forever, just until he knew that his heart would stop it's unhealthy infatuation with the older boy. Ken wanted to be able to see Yohji with Aya and not get mad, he wanted to be able to go to sleep at night without Yohji showing up in all of his dreams and he wanted to be able to be sexual with Yohji without feeling like it was more than just sex. As soon as Ken was sure that his undying love for Yohji had slowed to a special sort of fondness, he'd have no problem being completely affectionate again. But until then, he'd wait for his adoration to cool down. His active nightlife at clubs and other activities with friends helped the tension; not to mention that work was distracting too…all except for when Yohji was around.

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"Alright, Ken," Yohji started. "I'm off."

"Okay then, Yohji," the younger boy replied as he saw his housemate through the front door. "Have a good night. And just keep beatin' the hell out of people who think they get to touch you," he teased, referring to the previous night.

Yohji went outside where a cab was waiting to take him to Club Kyoto. On the ride to work he saw a familiar car pull into the Club Kyoto parking lot. [Aya,] Yohji thought to himself and smiled. Should he just go up to work or chase after his lover for a quick groping. Well, considering the fact that he was running a little behind schedule, Yohji figured that he should just head on up stairs. He liked getting up there a little early so that he'd have ample time to prepare himself for his clients.

Yohji made it up to his room and began to change his attire. He smiled to himself as he slid into an emerald green ensemble with matching satin hairpiece. He was much obliged to have the outfit, which only made the green in his eyes sparkle more deeply. Too soon, the chime went off in his room to alert him of the next client. He'd been admiring his apparel in his dressing room mirror so long that he'd lost track of how much time had actually gone by. For one added touch he rubbed some cologne on his wrists and neck then, proceeded to present himself. Upon stepping from behind the curtained doorway, Yohji saw the familiar frame of his employer seated on the couch.

"Good day, Kudou-san," Odaka spoke. Yohji blushed and fiddled with the sleeve of his robe.

"What're you doing here? I thought you were too busy to come and visit."

"Oh, this isn't a visit, it's a business appointment. Or at least that's what I told my secretary to recite if any of my business partners asked about my absence to the current meeting down the hall. Anyway…I like your outfit."

"Arigatou," said Yohji as he neared his client. "But now I'm afraid it will all be coming off."

"Fine by me."

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Ken tidied up the house a bit, he was expecting company. He and Omi planned to spend the evening watching a few movies and just having a rather slow night. All of their other recent outings had been spent at noisy parties or loud clubs and tonight they needed to focus on recovery. Ken retrieved a bag of chips from the cupboards along with some bottles of soda from the fridge. He didn't like popcorn very much but he knew that Omi did so he also put a bag of the buttery stuff into the microwave.

Ding Dong. [Omi,] Ken thought to himself. He strode to the door and answered it.

"Hi, Ken," Omi chimed. His blonde hair glimmered in what was left of the sunlight as the darkness of the evening fell.

"Movie time?" Ken smiled.

"Movie time!" Omi said walking in past the threshold and holding up the films he'd brought with him.

Ken shut and locked the front door then, took the two dvd's that Omi had into his own hands. "Let's see what we've got here. Shin Hokuto no Ken and Moon Child."

"Mhm."

"Well, to be honest, I'm a little exhausted with the first one so let's just go with Moon Child."

"Deal."

The two sat and watched the movie in the living but mostly just talked to one another and eventually stopped paying attention to the television screen all together. They'd hardly caught more than a glimpse of the film before it was half way through. Noticing that neither of the boys was much interested in seeing the finish, Ken stopped the movie. "So…wanna watch somethin' else? I got some more stuff we can stare at for a while."

"Sure," Omi said with amusement.

"Follow me, we can watch TV in my room." Ken led Omi to his personal stash of films and let the younger boy pick what he wanted. "I've got just about everything so just choose whatever it is you like."

"Well, help me out."

"Okay, each of the movies is grouped alphabetically by genre starting with action. Just point to what your fancy is."

"Wow, you sure have a lot of these," said Omi, referring to his friend's porno collection.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"Does Yohji have this much porn?"

"Uhm…no, but…"

"Really? Could it be that Ken Hidaka is even more sex crazed than the playboy Yohji himself?" Omi mused.

Ken started to blush and he was thankful that Omi's eyes were set on the films rather than the embarrassment that reddened his cheeks. "So have you made your pick yet?"

"Yeah, I wanna watch The Fast and the Curious."

"A porno?" Ken asked weakly. "I mean together, we're gonna watch it?"

"Yeah, me and Juro watch this stuff together all the time." This fact was actually kind of an unsaid secret and Omi could feel Ken's eyes on him. He hadn't meant to shed the embarrassing detail but his mind was relaxed enough to let the information through willingly. Omi started to feel a little bashful now as he opened the movie case and handled the disc inside. Maybe it wasn't too late to rescind the movie choice. "Well, we don't really have to watch this if you don't want."

"No, it's cool." More than anything Ken wanted to rewind this awkward situation and stop it from occurring all together but that was impossible. And he didn't want to seem uptight by refusing to watch the flick however scandalous it was. He hadn't detected any hint of lament in Omi's voice and was sure that the younger boy really was interested in seeing it so he did his best to go with the flow.

Omi switched the movie on and the beginning credits began to roll. Both boys felt uneasy but neither was willing to quit their silence or protest the current film. As soon as the actors were shown, both Omi and Ken began to pay more attention to the screen than to each other's presence to try and relax a little. When the scene began to get steamier and clothes came flying from currently nude bodies, the two friends nearly forgot each other's existence and when they were reminded of each other, neither seemed to care anymore. Now, they were sort of bonding or something of the like.

Embarrassment hung in the air once again when both Ken and Omi were at near full erection. They hadn't touched themselves yet for fear of what the other might have to say. Ken's right hand sat lazily over his groin. He clenched his fist, wondering if it would really be so bad to just start massaging his erection; after all, they were watching a fucking porno and not just for the witty dialogue either. [Should I? Shouldn't I? Should I? Shouldn't…Well, then…I guess I should,] Ken thought to himself as he saw Omi make the daring move from the corner of his eye to start pleasing himself. [Cool, I couldn't stand this any longer.]

Ken unzipped his pants and gathered one hand under the waistband of his underpants. He relished in the feeling of his fingertips gently caressing his sensitive manhood and for the first time it was not embarrassing to be in the same room with his friend with such an action going on, in fact it was encouraging to be sitting with Omi, it made him feel comfortable to know the little blonde was doing the same dirty deed.

Ken looked over at Omi who was fully enveloped in a state of euphoria, eyes tightly closed. The older boy smiled to himself and knew that the situation couldn't get anymore humiliating than this, so he started to pull his pants off. Omi caught wind of the idea when he felt the bed fidget with Ken's weight. The blonde copied his older friend and tugged his legs out of his pants and underwear.

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Yohji's session with Odaka was coming to an end and with this in mind, Yohji tried to finish superbly. Odaka's pants were lowered a little and his penis was peeking out from his boxers. Fully naked, Yohji straddled his employer's lap and the older man's jaw almost dropped to the floor. This was some kind of performance! If Odaka's penis hadn't firmly been restrained in his hand and if Yohji had lowered himself just an inch or so more, than his ass would have been impaled by Odaka's lengthy cock.

The older boy didn't dare to bat one eye, for if he closed his lids for just a second he might miss part of the show, a show that he could not afford to miss, no matter how rich he actually was.

The buzzer went off. "Guess our time's up," Yohji shrugged. He climbed off of Odaka's lap.

The older man was still stunned. He never liked the idea of actually completing in front of his employees so he always let the show end and took care of himself upon getting back to his office or just let his arousal dissipate by itself; but this was torture. It was rare for Odaka to even visit any of the V.I.P. rooms unless he really had an interest in the dancers, go figure. Moreover, he'd never been impressed enough to get as excited as he was now. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his head while tucking himself back inside of his pants. Odaka was good at taking control in every situation and gradually calmed himself down. He looked over at the box of tissues on a nearby table. [I might have to make use of those next time,] he thought to himself.

"Well, Kudou. You are very impressive," Odaka complemented. His eyes stilled roamed over the younger boy's body and loitered at his dancer's own arousal. Quickly, though, he shut his eyes again to compose himself. Nothing was sexier than being entertained by someone who was actually turned on by their job.

"Domo. I'm glad you stopped by again."

"We both are." Odaka walked slowly to the exit and peeked his head out. [Good, no one's in the hall.] The front of his pants would draw too much attention to him if anyone happened to see. Usually, he'd be able to hide whatever small bulge remained after catching a show, whether in a personal room on the second floor but his current state was flattering of just how…big, he could get. The older man turned to Yohji. "Have a good evening."

"You too."

Odaka flashed another smile and then vanished down the hallway. Yohji closed the door and pressed his back against it. [Oh my God,] He put his hands between his legs and started to pump his length. All the while with his employer, he'd tried to discipline himself from getting too excited but now he was alone and no one could see him finish off except for that damn camera that kept track of everything.

With an agitated sigh, he collected his scattered clothing and returned to the dressing room; there he returned the grasp to his hardened penis and began to rub the shaft skillfully. "Uh," he moaned to himself lightly. "Mmm, uh...uh." His mind supplied him with images of Odaka, gently massaging his angry erection. "Ohhh…" [Should I even be thinking of him like this?] Yohji asked himself. No matter, all he needed to do was start thinking of someone else. Say, a certain redhead for example. Much better. He and Aya had actually come in to physical contact so not only could Yohji extract the memory of Fujimiya being aroused in his mind, but he could also duplicate the taste of his body and the feel of the redhead's mouth on the tip of his cock. Yohji settled for these memories with delight that nearly pushed him over the edge but he didn't wanted to waste his cum just yet.

Yohji allowed himself a shady grin in relation to thinking about Ken. He fancied the memory of their two bodies slamming together in the heat and the passion of sex. The sweat gliding from their bodies, each drop a memento of the effort they'd made collectively.

Even more outrageously now, Yohji put all of his fantasies together in a mental group orgy. His day dreamed put him on all fours with Odaka screwing him from behind while Yohji's mouth was busy sucking off Fujimiya and the redhead's mouth was being teased by Ken's full lips. Scandalous.

The chime went off in Yohji's room. [No not now,] he said to himself as he pumped his dick faster. [I'm not done ye…] "Uhh, uh…mmm. Oh!" He moaned out loud. He'd needed to come before his next client arrived and with over powering sensation fueled by his own imagination, he was able to complete the task.

The front door opened and Yohji's next client came in. Yohji hurriedly tried to redress himself and look fresh. He cleaned himself up with baby wipes that he kept in his duffle and looked in the mirror to see if he was ready to go. "Mhm," he smiled to himself and walked into the larger room. "Konichiwa."

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It was getting hot in the room and the temperature kept rising as the two boys kept steady hands at their groins. Neither was willing to get up and turn on the air conditioning so they were forced to remove the rest of their clothing. They pulled off their sweat dampened t-shirts and threw them every which way then, rested back on the pillows they'd propped up to see the movie better while masturbating.

Initially, Omi had been the most enthused but Ken soon caught up and surpassed the younger boy's level of excitement. He pumped his shaft and fondled his balls like a professional. Omi looked over to catch a glimpse at Ken's stroking every now and again and was impressed with the "techniques" that his friend was displaying.

Eyes shut tight. Ken had no idea that Omi was admiring him nor had he become aware of how much faster and longer his own strokes had become. All he could think about was climax. Though too short lived, an orgasm gave him complete happiness for how ever long it lasted. During this time, he had no troubles, no worries and no other action was like it. He reopened his eyes to stare at the television screen. A new scene was starting so not much was happening and that fact sort of disappointed his erection. Distractedly, he looked over at Omi who had slowed his in stroking and was also obviously disappointed in the turn that the film had taken. He and Ken locked eyes for a moment before the younger boy closed his eyes and quickened his pumping once again.

Ken stilled. He held his shaft and looked onward at his friend. [Just one little touch,] he thought to himself then, laughed inwardly. [No, I wouldn't do that.] He refocused his eyes to the TV. Somehow the television volume seemed very low and Omi's breathing sounded very loud. Ken looked back over to his friend and scooted closer. Omi opened his eyes when he felt the weight on the bed shift. The blonde slowed his stroking

Instinctively, the two boys came closer and embraced each other. They kissed deeply and rubbed their hips together. Ken rustled a hand through Omi's hair, their lips firmly laced. Omi pounded harshly up from the bed to Ken who was lying on top of him. "Fuck me, Ken," the younger boy exhaled. The older man kissed his neck and spread Omi's legs. Ken began to finger around his friend's ass to find his hole and when his fingertip finally smoothed over the small opening he really realized what was about to happen. This was completely out of character for the both of them, especially of Omi. And never had the two of them ever been this romantic with each other. Omi caught the look of realization in Ken's eyes and it overcame him too. "Oh shit," he said quietly. "What the hell are we doing?"

Ken blew some of his hair out of his face. "I dunno." He rubbed his eyes.

"This is awkward."

"Oh yeah."

They looked at each other and suddenly began to laugh at how stupid they felt.

"I think we need to cool down," suggested Ken. "You wanna go for a walk?" Omi nodded. "All right then, let's get dressed."