Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Compromise for the prize ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Compromise for the prize

By: Halcyon

Disclaimer: I don't own any Weiss Kreuz characters, just this story.

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Omi had just finished his shift in the flower shop and was dying to spend the rest of his day with Ken, who had taken the day off to watch soccer on TV. As soon he opened the door he immediately heard Ken shouting and jeering over the volume of the televised soccer crowd. Ken only verbally abused the TV when he was watching an intense match.

"Who's playing?" giggled Omi upon finding an upright Ken hopping in front of the screen with raised fists. He gets so involved Omi thought as Ken looked over to him.

The arrival of his boyfriend pleasantly surprised Ken and as always he was greeted with a sunny smile on the prettiest face he had ever seen. "Italy and Sweden," he answered enthusiastically. "Italy's already scored and Sweden's trying really hard to catch up. You almost walked in on a goal just now."

"Well it's sound like a really exciting game."

"It is. Come join me." Sitting back on the couch Ken gestured to his right so Omi would sit next him for the rest of the game. There wasn't anybody else he would have wanted to spend his day off with than Omi. Even if, he was watching a game right now. Feeling Omi's slight weight settle beside him on couch, he was curious to know how the boy's day had gone. "So Omi, how was work without me?"

Glad to have some attention Omi sunk deeper into the cozy couch. "It was fine," he began" "but earlier some young guy came in and started flirting with Aya and Ran wasn't to happy about it. You should have seen the cold look he was giving that guy. And then Yohji got an order from a nearby hotel. He went to deliver it an hour ago but still hadn't gotten back when my shift was over. So I am guessing he's trying to pick up female guests at the hotel bar."

"Yah...really...then what..."

"Then...I was eaten but a Venus fly trap and turned into a butterfly."

"Wow...cool...really..."

Great he's in soccer mode, observed Omi as he was obviously not being listened to anymore He was fully aware how Ken got once he was in his soccer mode and patiently waited for him to catch on and realize he wasn't being spoken to anymore.

"Come on, he was so open…oh ya, sorry Omi. You were saying."

"I wasn't saying anything dummy, you weren't listening so I stopped." Omi was amused more then he was frustrated. And when he saw that apologetic smile Ken always offered after he did something bad, he couldn't help but smile back.

"I'm sorry, you know I have a low attention span, especially with soccer."

"Yes I know," Omi conceded.

Ken was sitting on the edge of the couch, his gaze glued on the action playing out on the televised field. It really didn't matter who was playing soccer if they were on TV then they were worth watching avidly. This was Ken's sport and he loved catching it anytime or anywhere he could. With huge soccer events like these when the world was watching and the best teams of certain countries played, it made Ken a very happy young man. The only other soccer tournament bigger than the Euro Cup was the World Cup which he was counting down the days for.

Shifting his gaze from the screen over to Ken's face Omi was intrigued to spot traces of ambition, envy and regret reflected in those expressive blue eyes. Interpreting them in his heart Omi realized what he saw were Ken's true feelings about soccer, which he could never be able to return to.

In many of their intimate conversations Ken had confessed he still hadn't resolved his tragic past with the J-league or the betrayal by his old friend Kase, who stole any chance of him succeeding in his promising soccer career. A career Ken had dreamed of since he was a small boy living with his family. But now that his name was infamous in soccer, and his life stained in blood because of Weiss, the only future Ken believed in was the one he had with Omi and their new family with Yohji, Ran, and Aya. And the dream he thought he had lost long ago was found again in his new role as a coach for the local community center. It was there that Ken received the approval and respect he always wanted. The children he taught soccer looked up to him with out any judgment, idolized him like a big brother, and gave him hope that with his experience and help their dreams would be achieved.

"Ken…" Omi began but quickly decided to let it go. He would talk to Ken about this another day when he felt Ken wanted to talk about it. This was not the time for an intimate conversation but to snuggle closer to his boyfriend.

For someone with as much skill with body language as Ken was he was positive Omi was thinking about something very important. He had felt that fixed stare settle on him earlier but when he noticed Omi twiddling his dexterous fingers and being suspiciously quiet then he was sure he had guessed right. So, when Omi had said his name he was expecting the beginning of some deep conversation but was pleased to have the rest of the sentence cut off. Omi always was very sympathetic and considerate and had probably chosen not to interrupt him. So he decided to let it go until he could ask him later what he had been thinking so much about.

Feeling calm and comfortable, Omi scooted closer to the strong form beside him. He started watching the match and was easily lulled into rhythmic dance of the players, going back and forth, left and right along the large green field. The sport could be very relaxing, despite the tense feelings roused when one team neared the opposing net. Unlike Ken however he couldn't maintain his interest as the game still remained scoreless

Diverting his attention back to Ken, the cute expressions and mannerisms he made reminded Omi of the way little boys looked when the were admiring something. And that boyish charm which had always been very attractive to Omi made him smile endearingly. Even though he was the younger of the two, Ken was slightly more immature and notoriously hotheaded but his street smarts and hands-on experience in life redeemed more of his juvenile qualities. Also Omi didn't mind in the least to be responsible and cool headed enough for the two of them.

Ken hadn't moved much on the couch but had more then made up for it vocally, commenting on the game for Omi and ridiculing the players when they missed chances to score. "Come on guys get in there. What! How could you miss that? The net was so open."

"So Ken who do you want to win," asked Omi.

"Ken shook his head "Whoever gets in the most goals and wins. The most deserving."

That was exactly like Ken to be such a good sportsman. He truly did love soccer if he didn't choose one side over the other. But Omi knew that if it were Japan playing it would be a totally different story.

The next few minutes were passed viewing the game for what would happen next. Omi knew through experience that the next goal would decide the fate of the two teams. Ken who had pointed that out for him many games before and was now following his own advice, watching intently for what would happen next. He kept his focus squarely on the TV, engrossed in nothing but the game. He was fidgeting in his seat so much Omi decided to move a few inches away until his back touched the armrest.

At this vantage he noticed the evident signs of Ken's excitement in his glazed blue eyes and flushed skin. The sounds of his ragged and fast breathing roused luscious memories of their lovemaking. Omi never knew how erotic soccer could be but now he was being washed with the wave of sensuality that swept his own mind and body to any kind of excitement.

The action on TV was getting better and better both teams were now playing their best. To Ken this just couldn't be missed and he was unaware of the thoughts working in Omi's bright head. Or the method of attack being devised to redirect Ken's attention, and hopefully affection. His mission, soccer or no soccer, was to take advantage of this private time for both of them and seduce Ken out of this cute little daze.

The first thing Omi decided on was to check the clock on the screen to calculate the amount of time it would take for him to drag Ken away from the game as soon as possible. At 90 minutes the game would be over but that was many minutes away, so Omi waited patiently, buying his time and imagining the process by which he would have Ken begging for some of his undivided attention.

First he would whisper into Ken's ear, pressing his warm body along his side. If he got no response out of that he would move on to Ken's neck, jaw, cheek, lips, with tantalizing kisses. Finally if Ken were still too distracted he would play his trump card and sit in his lap. A few good shifts were all it took to get an arousal from Ken. Then it would be up to the older boy to decide what was more important, a soccer game or having sex with a wanton Omi.

Getting way too ahead of himself, it didn't take long for sensuous thoughts to percolate in Omi's passion-starved mind. Ken's athletic body looked wonderful in his snug blue jeans and the red T-shirt he wore. The deeply tanned skin exposed at his arms, neck, and face contrasted nicely with his fairer complexion but blushed even redder than his own when overly embarrassed or excited, as it was now. His chocolate brown hair, slightly disheveled hung over his dark blue eyes, gleaming at the screen. Every detail added more fuel to the fire Omi was feeling for this man who had stolen his heart and continued to win him over every day.

Unfazed by the heated stare Omi was giving him Ken had his unblinking eyes set on the fancy footwork, tricky passes, almost goals, and referee judgments. The game play was so fierce now with both teams trying with all their collective might to score the winning goal. He hoped Omi was enjoying it as much as he was, since he hadn't heard a peep out of the boy except for his uneven breathing. He was however optimistic that Omi would be willing to forgive him once they had some time for themselves.

Omi was now leisurely worshipping his partner's attractive features. He traced the strong angles in Ken's profile. Mapped the long, sinewy limbs of the powerful frame, defined by years of athletic training. And basked in the safe, protective aura of Ken's warm presence. All of Ken exuded a youthful masculinity that aroused Omi and dissolved his restraint, allowing his hormones to overwhelm his body.

Innocently unaware of the sexual strategies shaping in the former assassin's mind Ken became fully conscious of the person beside him when that warm body slide over to him to whisper something to him. "Ken, I'm bored. Let's have sex before the others finish their shifts."

Taken aback at hearing such brazen words escape those sweet, soft lips Ken replied hesitantly. "You know I would love to but the game's still on." The resilient Swedish team was now riled up and aggressively invading the Italian defense. His instinct told him they were sure to score any moment now, so he had become very tense in anticipation and excitement. And once Omi had added his own form of stimulation he had no idea how he was going to last this sweet torment. The younger boy was never this horny and much as he wanted to succumb to his wishes, he just had to press his luck and provide Omi with an offer of his own. "As soon as it's over, Okay."

The proposal would have sounded good had Omi not been so turned on. There was also the inevitability of the other's intruding on them once the shop closed. So he decided to put his plan into action, and proceeded to rain kisses along the right side of Ken's face.

A series of kisses began adorning Ken's profile and despite his initial resistance the gentle teasing enticed him to wrap his arm around the boy's slender waist and pulled Omi closer to his side. "You know as much as I'm enjoying this but you'll have to do a lot more to get me to surrender." Ken's voice had lowered unintentionally but Omi was pleased to have succeeded in getting a positive responsive out if him.

Feeling encouraged, Omi boldly played his trump card and moved on to his knees to straddle Ken's lap without blocking his view of the screen. They were face to face, inches separating them but for a moment ocean blue locked with sky blue as their eyes connected. The barrier of clothing between didn't stop Omi from massaging Ken's privates with his ass despite the stifled stimulation. It just made the feeling of that suggestive friction all the hot and promising "Well, is this enough for you?" Omi managed to rasp out onto Ken's surprised expression.

With Omi riding his lap, arousing him in no time Ken returned the mischievous grin he was being given. He had to admit the bright boy sure knew him well. "Omi you're making this very hard for me…"

Omi laughed, adding a delightful pressure to his movements. "That's my plan."

Eyeing the change in Omi's features Ken finally caught on to the younger boy's little game. He knew when he was out matched. Omi was the best at planning attacks and using his brain to get what he wanted. Ken was easily tempted to forget all about the game and carry Omi to their room to finish what the boy had started, but he wasn't going to let Omi win. He focused his energy, calling upon his self-control to reign in his hormones. As Omi continued to grind in his lap Ken tore his eyes away from that pretty face and resumed his game watching.

"Ken, I am really horny right now and all you want to do is watch soccer." Omi's voice was labored and his erection was quite evident against Ken's hard stomach. "I am practically begging you, so how bout you put a tape in the VCR and record this. You can watch it later."

"Omi...I can't". And he didn't. Ken looked like he wasn't even aware Omi was riding his lap or adorning his face and neck with strategic kisses. It was if a ghost was making out with Ken while he was blissfully unaware. However when Omi sank from his lap to the carpeted floor, kneeling in between Ken legs, the seductive vision before him was too apparent to ignore any longer. "Omi you're not."

The dark blonde was about to pull out all the guns. "Well too bad for you. I asked nicely but I guess you need more convincing." Unbuttoning the tight blue jeans, Omi was anxious to torture and tease the erection he had felt earlier nudging his posterior. The grey boxers were the only defense left blocking him from exposing Ken's manhood to his gaze. He only blew Ken when he was good but this was the first time he was going to blow him for being bad. And that sent a hot tingle run up his spine.

The hard flesh now revealed stirred under the cool air of the room making Ken inhale harshly. "Please Omi…" He was throbbing to have Omi's lips on his hot shaft. That warm wet place was to welcoming to resist.

"You'll have to do better than that," replied Omi. He wasn't going to let Ken off so easily now that the tables had turned a bit in his favor. His tongue slipped out to taste the tip dewed with precum. The flavor was acrid on his buds but the erotic thrill of the moment made it sweeter and addictive to his tongue. Gently licking and lashing the aroused flesh it didn't take long for Ken to reward him with a low moan sending more shivers of excitement throughout his body.

Finally in control Omi acknowledged his sexual appetite and swallowed the engorged organ in one smooth motion, stopping right before his gag reflex set in. He had done this so many times before with Ken's dick that he knew his limit. Easing back until he had only the tip in his mouth he glanced up and saw Ken's eyes dark with lust and wide with delight. His mouth was open, mimicking his own but Omi was the one with a piece in his mouth and he was going to enjoy this.

"Oh ya…uhmm…that's feels good." Ken was engulfed in pleasure, he wouldn't have predicted this little tactic Omi had pulled but he was sure happy he had. He slid his fingers in silky honey coloured strands of the boy's hair. Ken rejoiced in the exquisite feeling of that head bobbing up and down on his cock devouring him in the most intimate way possible. Unless you counted...

Omi could vaguely remember when he had been this wanton or lustful. Maybe it was because of the way Ken had been so passive and subdued watching the soccer game or the way he was being ignored like a child that triggered his own sexual hunger. Whatever the cause he was being washed away by this swell of desire brewing in him. Provoking him to tease Ken's prick until he got the reward for his efforts.

The oral stimulation Ken was being subjected to had him on the edge of the couch offering his entire length to Omi's talented mouth and tongue. His whole body was glowing with excitement. The double pleasure from both the blowjob and the game were making the jock feel very greedy for indulging in two of his favourite hobbies but getting away with it. Eventually he knew the sucking would crumble his valiant defense and he didn't want to face that climax anywhere else except in Omi's ass, so his wicked little mind came up a compromise that might solve both their dilemmas.

Holding the younger boy's head and easing him off him rather reluctantly, Ken's cock glistened with saliva and precum, as did Omi swollen lips. He felt a strong jolt of arousal surge throughout his body as he observed Omi's sky-blue iris dilated in pleasure and the complimenting rosy blush on his skin roaming down his fair skin. "You look so hot right now," breathed Ken raggedly, very close to surrendering if Omi refused his proposal. "I think it's safe to say you won but instead of going to our room why don't we compromise.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Omi sounding very sultry despite his innocent appearance. Ken used his open palm to indicate the floor right in front of the TV set. "Are you suggesting we have sex on the floor.

"Yes. That way I can fuck you and still watch the game."

"You're want everything don't you," was Omi's reproach. "Fine, but I'm not cleaning up the mess."

"Deal."

Omi crawled backwards with a satisfied grin on his face. He found the perfect spot where they would have enough room. "Come on Ken, we're running out of time."

The match was easily ignored for the moment as Ken swooped down to the floor and crawled over to Omi eager to have his cake and eat it too. "So Omi where would you like me to start."

"How about a kiss."

Covering Omi with his lean body, he kept most of his weight off the boy with his elbows while his hands cupped the bright brown head. Omi's lovely face smiled up at Ken enticing his own smile to ravish the supple lips begging for his kiss. The soft pliancy offered to him quickly changed into an insistent pressure in response to his increased fervor. Working a hand between them Ken slipped under Omi's shirt, finding the soft skin he adored and when fingers found the sensitive aureoles surrounding Omi's perky nipples.

Ticklish fingers found their target and elicited a gasp from Omi who opened his mouth like a flower in the sun, inviting Ken to dip his long tongue inside like a hummingbird. The sweetness he found impelled him to deepen his exploration. There was nothing like the taste and feel of Omi's mouth and Ken wanted to enjoy the haven that was only unlocked for him.

The nipple Ken was fondling was also treating him to Omi delicious sounds muffled by their mouths.

When Ken's hand retreated, it broke their kiss and Omi instinctively inhaled oxygen into his deprived lungs Omi had a moment to was register what Ken was doing but when he felt Ken's other hand slip under to meet the other nipple he returned to his previous state of abandon. Ken's eyes in the meantime were back on the game, watching as the ball edged closer towards a goal in the Italian net, which was guarded fiercely by the goalie.

Propped by his bent arm, Ken's left hand was now free to explore the silky flesh of Omi's torso all the way down to his flat stomach. At the boundary of Omi's green shorts Ken's brushed over the hard proof of Omi's excitement. His expert hand didn't take long to unbutton the shorts, or pull them down along with the underwear beneath to expose the boy's sex and backside.

The air of the room was soothingly cool against Omi's erection finally released from it's confined prison and the roughness of the carpeted floor added a harsh sensation to the eroticism of the moment. Pleading, Omi reached out for his lover's warm, strong body hovering inches above his. "Please Ken, hurry. I need you. Now! "

Happy to have Omi so wanton, Ken skipped over any foreplay and lowered his own jeans after ridding Omi of his shorts and underwear, which he tossed aside. "How could I ever resist you." Ken reached behind to his back pocket, now down at his calf, and took out the tube he always carried with him. Flipping the lid open he squeezed some lube on the ends of his fingers. "Ready".

Omi nodded before he was touched by a slippery middle finger, slowly sinking into his ass with deliberate skill. His gasp of pain was tempered with pleasure but he was so used to this by now it took only seconds for his muscles to relax and allow the stroking of another finger, which joined the first inside him. After seeing the relief of pleasure in is eyes Ken knew Omi was almost ready. He was very good at this. The deeper his finger penetrated the more sounds he evoked from the beautiful boy below. The circular muscle he was stretching called for him. The warm tightness promised in that small body made him harden painfully and he closed his eye at the sensuous memories flooding into his mind.

A deep groan alerted Omi of Ken's condition and reading the ardent expression on Ken's face like a book Omi knew they were both ready. He vocalized his readiness once the initial pain ebbed away and those delving digits brushed his sweet spot. "Ken love, you can stop now I am ready. Make love to me." Moving his hands up to massage Ken's back Omi's legs were now free to wrap themselves around Ken's clothed waist, giving Ken a better angle to enter him.

Staring down at his beloved Ken could only smile in gratitude and adoration. He was too lost in his desire to reply and obediently got into position. Coating the head of his slick penis with the remaining lube left on his fingers, he eased his manhood closer to Omi's opening with the help Omi's hands groping and guiding his firm rear to his narrow entrance. "Okay."

Pressing in gently he breached the puckered flesh of Omi's anus and the tight channel that welcomed him stretched around his thick length. A whimper from the boy beneath him alerted him of the pain he was certainly causing. "Too much?" asked Ken roughly. He had stalled his intrusion to gage Omi's reaction even though his self-control was close to shattering.

"No. It's too good."

"I'll make you feel even better," chuckled Ken as he regained his momentum, sinking slowly into Omi, inch by glorious inch until he was sheathed completely sheathed inside. Ken paused to savor the feeling of their bodies joined so intimately and deeply. He saw a spectrum of emotions playing on his lover's face and took pride in being the cause of them. And in the joy of their blissful union forget all about the soccer game altogether and brought his whole focus directly at his lover. "You're so beautiful."

The feeling of fullness he was experiencing was nice but what Omi wanted was to be repeatedly penetrated, stroked and prodded, and opened by Ken's manhood. "And you're hot. Now fuck me."

Easing back out, the friction of those silky walls caressed his sensitive flesh all the way to the tip of his erection, which he kept snug inside Omi. Then with a grin he pushed in again, delighting at the wonderful feel of Omi's tightness surrendering to him once more.

Ken started a slow and steady rhythm within Omi, driving his member deeper and faster. His eyes were back on the game but his ears were attuned solely on Omi. The moans, pants, whimpers reaching his ears encouraged Ken to grind inside him more fiercely, producing the lewder sounds of skin slapping and squishing against skin.

Finally able to consummate their deal, Ken was in heaven. He was making love to Omi while watching a soccer game, enjoying the thrill and pleasure he got from both of his favourite hobbies with the person he loved. His life couldn't have gotten any better. And like some divine miracle Sweden, the team he had been secretly rooting for finally scored and tied the game. "Goal!" shouted Ken, stopping in mid thrust.

"No way," Omi blurted out turning his head back to catch the replay. He had to admit it was a very good goal and with only minutes left. The way Ken was drooling at the screen made him glad they hadn't gone to their bedroom. He would have never heard the end of it if Ken had missed that goal.

"My God Omi that was amazing. Thanks for letting me see it." Ken was bestowing kiss after kiss on Omi's face and on his swollen lips, which yielded to the tender assault. The mewling sounds Omi made into their kiss sent a shiver of heat down to his groin, and he instinctively flexed his hips, plunging back into Omi's passage. The new rhythm that he set got Omi even more vocal as he targeted the spongy core inside with deliberately rough strokes.

The floor was harsh but cushy on Omi's back and the fierce thrusts that he was receiving only pressed him harder on the carpeted surface. The combination of pain and pleasure outside and inside his body was blurring his consciousness and igniting every sensor and nerve in body. Every minute sent him higher to that dazzling climax where Ken was taking him.

Ken couldn't get enough of that groping, clenching flesh surrendering to his invading cock, extending to accommodate his distended sex. Already up to his balls in Omi he only wished he could plunge further but the delicious friction of his withdrawal made up for it. With only a few minutes left on the clock, Ken was finally able to watch Omi succumb to the pleasure coursing through his body.

With his limbs wrapped possessively around Ken's thrashing body Omi submitted to that slick cock's relentless search for pleasure and the ecstatic pressure filling Omi so much he could barely contain his emotions. His sweet spot was repeatedly prodded and stroked, pushing him closer to the edge of euphoria. But if he could endure this delightful torture he would be able to relish every prolonged moment of their frantic coupling.

Ken was also doing his best trying to sustain the passion but his sensitive flesh was being set a fire and the more force he put into reaching a climax with Omi the more the heat connecting their bodies grew, threatening to burn them alive. That passage griping him so exquisitely was consuming his member from tip to base and he couldn't hold his passion any longer.

"Ah! Oh, oh Ken. Ah!" Omi was so gone he was blinded by the ecstasy of the moment as Ken hit his spot once more triggering his long a waited orgasm. His slight body quivered and buckled under Ken's hold, his inner muscled clamped down, constricting around the penis continuously thrusting into him. He came screaming Ken's name as his cum shot out of him splattering on Ken rippled stomach and on both their heaving chests.

This was the real prize of this day, Ken realized. He was the real winner for having someone so open and loving, as Omi. The former goalie was now scoring the winning shot and going to take the Cup. Perverse thoughts aside he was so happy to be with Omi like this and the overpowering love he felt right now washed over him like a white hot wave, releasing his seed into Omi's body. Each throbbing pulse coating the sinuously silky walls sucking him dry. And when he had spent himself inside Omi's ass he wallowed in the warm and wet tightness now holding him.

Settling himself on his sated lover Ken rested his tired arms, allowing them to curve around and under Omi. The softness that enveloped him made him feel like a contented house cat having just eaten a mouse. But his prey was happily breathing beneath him basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. "How do you feel?"

Omi opened his heavy eyelids, the brightness of the room almost blinding in his post-coitus bliss. But the husky baritone whispering in his ear was too sexy to ignore. "I feel wonderful. Like warm jelly." When he looked down into those dreamy, blue eyes he saw only joy and peace reflected back at him. He could never really hurt Omi and he knew that but it always amazed him to find Omi so halcyon after their animal-like sex.

"Well the way we went at it I am surprised we didn't burn through the floor. How's your back."

"Fine, though a little sore like some other place."

"Really? Sorry about that." Ken had an apologetic smile on his face and removed his flaccid organ from inside Omi.

"I'll be OK, I'm used to it by now and I like it."

Hearing those words come from those lips Ken had to grin at how misleading Omi's appearance could be and how underneath that happy, friendly face was a wicked little demon who loved sex as much as him. But only Ken was the only one to be witness to that libidinous side of the boy.

"Well next time we'll have a bed and all the time we want to have sex," said Ken, easing himself off Omi and the comfortable position he had made in the boy's embrace. Kneeling between Omi's legs he reached for the articles of clothing he had pulled off those slender legs. Passing them to Omi he proceeded to lift his jeans and briefs back on his hips, stuffing his wet package back inside.

Omi in the meantime had already slipped himself back into his underwear and was lifting his shorts up to button them up. Once they were sitting with Ken on the couch, fully clothed again, they sat back completely spent and content in each other's arms. "You know we are seriously gonna have to wash our clothes," remarked Omi. "And the carpet."

"Let's just relax a bit. We'll have time to clean the carpet later." Ken was determined to see the ending of the game. "There's a couple of minutes left and it's still anyone's game."

Too happy to care Omi just bent his head on Ken's broad shoulder and watched the game finish with a surprising goal by the Swedish team, cementing their win. "That was amazing. I think I might join you tomorrow to watch the next two teams play. But…let's save the celebrating for after the game, in the privacy of our own room."

"Deal." Ken kissed the bright brown hair that was nestled against his cheek.

The sound of the door opening wretched the two young men apart and Omi moved swiftly to sit on the spot he and Ken had made only moments ago before the others entered the den.

First Yohji enter followed by Aya and Ran. But it was the blonde playboy who recognized the look on both boys' faces and realized what had been going on. He whiffed the air like a perverted bloodhound, then grinned from ear to ear. "What have you two been doing?"

~The End

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A/N: This was my first Weiss fic and it's really green but I am just glad I finished it. Tell me what you think and I'll write a lot more KenxOmi. I love them. And the world need much more of them going at it like cats. ^-^ Thanx.