Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Cause and Effect Arc ❯ Hearts on Valentine's Day ( Chapter 2 )

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Many thanks to Tameiki1 for without her invaluable beta this story would not have seen the light of day. ^.^ *hugs* Sweetie!

Hearts on Valentine's Day

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Sleep reluctantly released its hold on Omi as he struggled to awareness. He sat up a little disoriented, his brain not immediately registering the repetitive noise that woke him. He noticed that the sounds were coming from his phone and not his alarm clock. Omi finally recognized the tones set to alert him of text messaging. He was a little out of it as he had been up very late last night studying for an exam that was scheduled for later today. Ken even slept in his own room last night because Omi didn't have any time to spend with his boyfriend the previous evening.

Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Omi read the message. It was from Ken. To make up for the time they missed last night, Ken had left him a Valentine gift outside his bedroom door. Omi was to meet Ken in the mission room wearing his new gifts after finishing the exam.

Omi opened his door to find a box on the floor. The present was wrapped in red paper with hearts, tied with a big red bow with a tag simply addressed to “Omi”. Impatient as always when he received gifts, he tore the wrapping paper away to unveil his present. When Omi realized what he held in his hands, a blush graced his cheeks. Ken was lucky that Yohji had decided to take Aya away for a few days or Omi would've never considered granting his lover's request.

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Later that afternoon, walking down the steps to the mission room, Omi rubbed his arms a little to try to get the circulation going. It wasn't exactly warm down here and the fact that he was wearing next to nothing had his nipples puckered into tight buds in response to the cold. The icy temperature of the metal stairs caused his spine to stiffen in reaction to the chill. That wasn't the only thing that was stiff. With a blush, he thought about what he was wearing that helped him sustain the almost painful bulge which was barely covered. Omi couldn't believe that people considered this strip of material to be underwear. He hadn't thought Ken was *this* inventive.

As he reached the last step he was suddenly blinded by a series of bright flashes.

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Yohji rolled over and dragged Aya along with him. When his back touched the sheets, he winced. It seemed that his kitten had gotten carried away and decided to use his back as a scratching post. Again. Good thing it had healed from the last time or he might not have been able to stay in this position for long.

Very little sunlight trickled in through the drawn curtains to keep the well-appointed hotel room in appreciated dimness. Yohji enjoyed the quiet moment after the energetic activity that had been going on for the better part of the last hour or so as his breath and heartbeat slowly returned to normal. Yohji pulled Aya more firmly onto his chest so he could snuggle with his love. Combing his fingers through Aya's hair, he realized that his phone was beeping. He stretched his arm to reach it on the nightstand next to him, and flipped it open to check the message.

Unable to suppress his bark of laughter, Yohji heard a grouchy “stop moving” just before he felt Aya jab him in the ribs, annoyed at being disturbed so rudely. He leaned down to kiss the top of Aya's head in apology before he said, “You've got to see this.”

Aya shifted off his lover to lie on his side next to Yohji. Pushing up to lean on his forearm, Aya was able to get a better view of the phone. On the display screen was a picture of a very shocked Omi in a tiny red thong with silver heart clasps that barely covered the bulge in front. When he saw Aya smile slightly, Yohji selected the next picture. This one had a red faced Omi with his hands over his groin. The look of embarrassment on Omi's face was priceless to the two men in bed.

“I hope that teaches him a lesson not to forge anyone else's signature in the future.” Aya said with some satisfaction.

“And to be caught like that by Birman and Manx of all people is sure to leave an impression on the boy.” Yohji remarked with a hint of evil in his tone

“I've never seen Omi's face that red. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen *anyone's* face that red. And it's not just his face. It seems he's blushing from the chest up.” Aya observed with a wicked little grin on his face.

“Oh, my God! He did it!” Yohji exclaimed while pointing to the first picture. A glint of metal was just peaking out from the side where the thong didn't quite meet skin.

Aya frowned in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“The metal cockring. He wore it. I can't believe he even knew how to use one.” Yohji said with a smirk

Answering without even giving it any thought, Aya replied, “With all of the internet surfing he does, do you really think he wouldn't be able to figure it out?” He then asked with a bit of suspicion, “Where did he get a cockring from and how did you know to look to see if he was wearing one?”

Yohji didn't look the least bit contrite as he replied, “I tossed one into the box before you wrapped the present. I wasn't sure he'd even wear the thing. Looks like the ring did the job, though. Can you imagine how much more embarrassed Omi was, to know he was standing in front of Birman and Manx with a cockring on?”

Aya paused, then shuddered, “That's enough. I *really* don't want to think of `Omi' and `cockring' at the same time if you don't mind.”

Looking at the pictures one more time, Yohji commented, “It appears you were right and this was enough of an embarrassment. I suppose having Birman and Manx come into the room while Omi was using a butt plug might have been a bit much. You gotta admit that he deserved a bit of payback for what he did to us.”

“Yes, but I was willing to cut him a little slack as his matchmaking had such… positive results.” Aya practically purred out the last two words. Suddenly straddling his lover's hips, Aya grabbed the phone out of Yohji's hand and tossed it aside as he growled, “Enough about Omi.”

Aya then proceeded to drive all thoughts of anything but him from Yohji's mind.

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Ken was having a hard time trying not to laugh. While he thought it was extremely funny, his boyfriend was still upset by what happened just a little while ago.

When he arrived home from his kids' soccer practice, he was shocked to see a nearly naked Omi dash past him from the mission room and up the stairs that led to the bedrooms. A moment later Ken heard a door slam.

Just as he was about to run up to find out what was going on, he saw Birman and Manx appear from the mission room with big grins on their faces. He looked at them and asked, “What in the hells is going on?!”

Birman handed him a sealed envelope saying, “Aya and Yohji would like you to give this to Omi. They asked that we be here to deliver it at 3 o'clock and have our cameras ready to take pictures. They didn't explain why. Do you have any clue?”

Ken thought about it for a bit, but didn't feel that the women needed to know about Omi's method of matchmaking, so he stalled, “Um, I'm not sure. You'd have to ask Omi.”

Manx, just gave him a little smile that said she knew he had an idea what was going on, but let it pass. She just waved good-bye as she said, “Tell Omi the only people who have copies of the photos are Aya and Yohji. I'm sure he can discuss it with them when they get back tomorrow.” Tossing a wink at Ken, the two women let themselves out.

So, here was Ken in Omi's room trying to settle him down. Omi had thrown his robe on and was huddled on his bed in apparent misery. Ken handed the envelope to Omi and waited while he opened and read the note inside before asking, “So, what does it say?”

Omi,

It has come to our attention that you feel no compunction about writing notes using our handwriting and going so far as to forge our signatures as well. We hope that you remember today as a deterrent from repeating this action in the future. Please remember that everyone has the right to expect their privacy to be respected.

Aya

P.S. The pictures will remain filed away unless you feel the need disregard this warning. If that were to happen, these photos will be sent to every email address at your university.

Omi looked up, “Yohji and Aya were a little upset when they discovered that they didn't send the notes to each other last Christmas Eve.”

Ken had to bite his lip from yelling, `I told you so', instead, settled for a, “You think?”

Omi would have flushed except his cheeks were still red from before. “They said that the pictures will be filed away, but if I pull something like that in the future, they'll send them to every email address at the university.” Omi's voice wavered as his eyes teared up “I really didn't mean any harm.”

Ken came over and sat on the bed next to Omi before pulling him into a hug. “Don't worry. I know you didn't mean any harm and so do they. I think they just had to prove to you that you can't get away with stuff like that with friends.” He leaned down and kissed Omi gently on the lips. As he cuddled Omi, it reminded Ken how much he had missed his boyfriend the previous night. He pulled Omi more firmly against him and deepened the kiss. Ken drew back after several minutes to whisper against Omi's lips, “So, do you feel like modeling your new present for me?”

“Um, it wasn't just one.” Omi replied before he began to show his new gifts to a wide eyed Ken.