Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Clubbing ❯ chapter one ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Authoress K. C. 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Clubbing
By: Karie
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Ummm... I was bored and sorta kinda not really inspired. Just bored. Enjoy Minna!
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Omi Looked around the smokey room. He was sitting on a high bar stool, druming his metallic blue painted nails on the bar top. He stopped, examined the paint, then began drumming again. He shifted and uncrossed his legs, recrossing them opposite the way they had been. He smoothed a hand over a black plastic covered thigh and sighed boredly. He tugged the hem on his black crop t-shirt and readjusted the chains running from the top of his pants to the hem of his shirt. Then the blonde boy tugged the soft cotton wrist bands down a little, keeping them over the end of the fishnet arm covers he wore.
Omi boredly centered the red stiching on the wrist bands so he could read them. BAD KITTY. He smiled faintly, pink painted lips cuving sweetly. His crystalline blue eyes glittered through black eyeliner and silvery shadow. He shook his blond hair and smiled slightly as a few red streaks fell into his eyes.
Omi slid off the stool and fixed his pants and twisted the silver chains before walking smoothly across the room to his friend who was waiting for him. He slid into the chair across from the man, leaning forwards with a smile.
"Hey, Schuldich."
"Oh, Kitten, where were you?"
"At the bar."
"Oh."
Omi smiled and drumed his fingers for a minute before crossing his legs very femmy like. His friend just grinned, bright green eyes sparkling from under thick red hair spilling over his bandana.
"So, any business?"
"Not really. The bar tender is sleeping off his last drink and no one else is here tonight. Or maybe I'm just early."
"Might be."
Omi smiled and flicked some hair out of his face.
"I'll bet Yohji would never believe me if I told him what I do for fun."
"Probably not."
Omi laughed with his friend. It was odd, being friends with the enemy. Schuldich was a lechorus creep who had a hard time keeping his hands to himself, but he was funny, and a lot easier to hang around than Yohji, Aya and Ken. They expected perfect angel from him all the time.
Schuldich was laughing slightly.
"You were early. Look."
Omi looked over and giggled. People were starting to come in.
"Should we play our game later?"
"Oh yeah. That brings in the business. But right now, lets go dance."
"Schu, you know I hate dancing."
"Pleeeeeease Omi?"
Omi giggled and rose fluidly, leaning over the table and smiling in Schuldich's face.
"One."
"Okay!"
His friend got up and pulled him out to the rapidly packing dance floor. Omi was instantly squirming against Schuldich who had his hands on Omi's hips, grinding with him. They rocked together fluidly, never really touching but so close you couldn't tell.
Omi smiled and laughed, leaning close, as though he were whispering something in Schuldich's ear, causing the man to grin and laugh back, nodding. Omi just giggled and pretended to move closer. A hand squeezed his ass and he looked back into a pair of brown eyes he didn't recognise. The tall, muscular man just smirked and moved past with his friend.
Omi murmured in Schuldich's ear.
"Show time."
The other man grined and pulled Omi against him. Now they were rubbing against each other furiously, one of Schuldich's thighs sliding between Omi's legs, rubbing against him through the plastic of his pants. Omi laughed, rubbing against Schuldich as well, since that move also put his thigh between Schuldich's legs. The other man grinned and rubbed a little harder against him.
There was another grab on his ass and a pair of green eyes accosted him, before surprise and shock flashed across dauntingly familiar features.
"Omi?!"
Kudou Yohji's yelp was barely audible over the loud music. Omi just smiled and detached a hand, waggling his fingers in Yohji's shocked face before turning back to his friend and giggling madly.
"Hello, Yo-tan!"
Schuldich was trying not to burst out laughing as Omi pushed him back and then grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bathroom. They were barely in when the door opened and loud music poured in along with Yohji and Ken. Omi was giggling, pressed close to his compainions side, fixing his make-up in the mirror when Yohji squeeked in shock.
"Omi, what the hell are you doing here? What the hell are you wearing? Why are you wearing it? Where the hell did you get those clothes?!"
Omi put the lid on his lipstick, pursed his lips, then winked in the mirror. Then he turned, a hand on a hip, smiling sweetly, seductivly.
"I don't know what you're talking about Yo-tan."
"Omi, move over."
"Sorry Schu, sure."
Omi moved back while Schuldich used the mirror. He smiled and moved closer to Yohji who was gawking at him. The heat radiating from him poured over Yohji, he knew. He trailed a painted nail over Yohji's bare arm and blew him a kiss.
"I come here all the time. I wear this all the time. I like wearing it all the time. I got them from Schu."
"You do NOT!"
Ken's yelp was annoyed. Omi turned crystal blue eyes on the soccer player, moving closer to him, pressing against the taller boy and running an arm around the boy's neck, pulling his head down to whisper in his ear.
"You do not know everything I do. Do not assume anything."
He laughed softly and kissed Ken's cheek, turning away to loop an arm around Schuldich's waist. The red-head just smirked and tipped his head up, leaning down and kissing him deeply. They kissed for a few moments before Schuldich let his mouth go. Omi smiled and purred at his 'friends'.
"You see? Never, ever assume I am anything less than what I seem. I am more."
"Are you ready yet, Omi?"
"One minute, Lover."
Omi giggled at the horror on Yohji's face when he called Schuldich that. He fixed his lipstick again, then dusted some silver on his eyes and put the make up away, waving at Yohji and Ken.
"Ja boys. I have to go now. Club hopping you know. So much fun."
"Omi?"
"Hm?"
Omi looked back at the questioning tone. Yohji looked serious.
"Be careful."
"Why? I'm perfectly capable Yo-tan, just let me be."
Omi laughed and blew the boy's a kiss before walking out with Schuldich.
~TBC!~
By: Karie
~~~
Ummm... I was bored and sorta kinda not really inspired. Just bored. Enjoy Minna!
~~~
Omi Looked around the smokey room. He was sitting on a high bar stool, druming his metallic blue painted nails on the bar top. He stopped, examined the paint, then began drumming again. He shifted and uncrossed his legs, recrossing them opposite the way they had been. He smoothed a hand over a black plastic covered thigh and sighed boredly. He tugged the hem on his black crop t-shirt and readjusted the chains running from the top of his pants to the hem of his shirt. Then the blonde boy tugged the soft cotton wrist bands down a little, keeping them over the end of the fishnet arm covers he wore.
Omi boredly centered the red stiching on the wrist bands so he could read them. BAD KITTY. He smiled faintly, pink painted lips cuving sweetly. His crystalline blue eyes glittered through black eyeliner and silvery shadow. He shook his blond hair and smiled slightly as a few red streaks fell into his eyes.
Omi slid off the stool and fixed his pants and twisted the silver chains before walking smoothly across the room to his friend who was waiting for him. He slid into the chair across from the man, leaning forwards with a smile.
"Hey, Schuldich."
"Oh, Kitten, where were you?"
"At the bar."
"Oh."
Omi smiled and drumed his fingers for a minute before crossing his legs very femmy like. His friend just grinned, bright green eyes sparkling from under thick red hair spilling over his bandana.
"So, any business?"
"Not really. The bar tender is sleeping off his last drink and no one else is here tonight. Or maybe I'm just early."
"Might be."
Omi smiled and flicked some hair out of his face.
"I'll bet Yohji would never believe me if I told him what I do for fun."
"Probably not."
Omi laughed with his friend. It was odd, being friends with the enemy. Schuldich was a lechorus creep who had a hard time keeping his hands to himself, but he was funny, and a lot easier to hang around than Yohji, Aya and Ken. They expected perfect angel from him all the time.
Schuldich was laughing slightly.
"You were early. Look."
Omi looked over and giggled. People were starting to come in.
"Should we play our game later?"
"Oh yeah. That brings in the business. But right now, lets go dance."
"Schu, you know I hate dancing."
"Pleeeeeease Omi?"
Omi giggled and rose fluidly, leaning over the table and smiling in Schuldich's face.
"One."
"Okay!"
His friend got up and pulled him out to the rapidly packing dance floor. Omi was instantly squirming against Schuldich who had his hands on Omi's hips, grinding with him. They rocked together fluidly, never really touching but so close you couldn't tell.
Omi smiled and laughed, leaning close, as though he were whispering something in Schuldich's ear, causing the man to grin and laugh back, nodding. Omi just giggled and pretended to move closer. A hand squeezed his ass and he looked back into a pair of brown eyes he didn't recognise. The tall, muscular man just smirked and moved past with his friend.
Omi murmured in Schuldich's ear.
"Show time."
The other man grined and pulled Omi against him. Now they were rubbing against each other furiously, one of Schuldich's thighs sliding between Omi's legs, rubbing against him through the plastic of his pants. Omi laughed, rubbing against Schuldich as well, since that move also put his thigh between Schuldich's legs. The other man grinned and rubbed a little harder against him.
There was another grab on his ass and a pair of green eyes accosted him, before surprise and shock flashed across dauntingly familiar features.
"Omi?!"
Kudou Yohji's yelp was barely audible over the loud music. Omi just smiled and detached a hand, waggling his fingers in Yohji's shocked face before turning back to his friend and giggling madly.
"Hello, Yo-tan!"
Schuldich was trying not to burst out laughing as Omi pushed him back and then grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bathroom. They were barely in when the door opened and loud music poured in along with Yohji and Ken. Omi was giggling, pressed close to his compainions side, fixing his make-up in the mirror when Yohji squeeked in shock.
"Omi, what the hell are you doing here? What the hell are you wearing? Why are you wearing it? Where the hell did you get those clothes?!"
Omi put the lid on his lipstick, pursed his lips, then winked in the mirror. Then he turned, a hand on a hip, smiling sweetly, seductivly.
"I don't know what you're talking about Yo-tan."
"Omi, move over."
"Sorry Schu, sure."
Omi moved back while Schuldich used the mirror. He smiled and moved closer to Yohji who was gawking at him. The heat radiating from him poured over Yohji, he knew. He trailed a painted nail over Yohji's bare arm and blew him a kiss.
"I come here all the time. I wear this all the time. I like wearing it all the time. I got them from Schu."
"You do NOT!"
Ken's yelp was annoyed. Omi turned crystal blue eyes on the soccer player, moving closer to him, pressing against the taller boy and running an arm around the boy's neck, pulling his head down to whisper in his ear.
"You do not know everything I do. Do not assume anything."
He laughed softly and kissed Ken's cheek, turning away to loop an arm around Schuldich's waist. The red-head just smirked and tipped his head up, leaning down and kissing him deeply. They kissed for a few moments before Schuldich let his mouth go. Omi smiled and purred at his 'friends'.
"You see? Never, ever assume I am anything less than what I seem. I am more."
"Are you ready yet, Omi?"
"One minute, Lover."
Omi giggled at the horror on Yohji's face when he called Schuldich that. He fixed his lipstick again, then dusted some silver on his eyes and put the make up away, waving at Yohji and Ken.
"Ja boys. I have to go now. Club hopping you know. So much fun."
"Omi?"
"Hm?"
Omi looked back at the questioning tone. Yohji looked serious.
"Be careful."
"Why? I'm perfectly capable Yo-tan, just let me be."
Omi laughed and blew the boy's a kiss before walking out with Schuldich.
~TBC!~