Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Curiosity Gets the Kitty Laid ❯ Frustrations ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: no… I don't own them. Setsunayo… ne?

 

 

The sakura blossom festival was here. It seemed the entire city of Tokyo was awake and crowding the pathways between the venders. A merchant, relaxing and taking a smoke started when he saw something he hadn't even caught before. A tall man in black was standing before him, money in hand to buy one of his toys. Shivering slightly, the merchant offered his usual welcoming smile and took the money. Receiving his change the blonde haired man in black seemed to smirk at something he thought was immensely funny and then simply disappear into the shadows of surrounding people. Blinking in surprise, the merchant reclined back in his chair, and continued to enjoy his smoke.

 

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“Abyssinian” came a voice over the com. “two just headed east, I'll flank them and run them into you, stay there.” Ken was on the chase. The drug ring they were sent to exterminate had unfortunately brought the cat and mouse game to the streets of the sakura festival, but the Weiss team was in pursuit and would not let them escape. Where the HELL is Youji? He screamed in his mind. Even though he was pretty sure he could push the last two drug lords Aya's way, he wasn't positive he could without Youji.

“I can pick them off. I have a shot at both of them” Omi pleaded over the com.

“No.” Aya was NOT enjoying this mission and he was NOT going to allow Omi to make it more difficult with people running around screaming that there was an assassin on the roof. Aya smirked at the irony and continued to scan the crowd.

Ken ran around people, dodging as best he could, cursing the prey all the more every time he was forced to go around a group of people. Finally he did manage to achieve his goal and swung the prey around to the left. And right into Aya's daggers. Aya cursed the men as they died. He had so looked forward to using his katana tonight, but the crowds of people here at the festival had made a lot of things impossible. Speaking of impossible, where the HELL is Kudou? He thought angrily. When we get back to the shop he's going to feel the after effects. At least he would have SOMETHING to vent his anger on.

The two Weiss headed back to where they had told Omi to keep a lookout and found Youji leaning against the wall below Omi, casually smoking a cigarette. “WHAT THE HELL YOUJI?!?” Ken bellowed. “You were supposed to be helping us, ne?”

“Breathe Kenken,” The playboy said, calmly smirking, “It's not like they had any chance of getting away, and you did a pretty fantastic job!” Youji then reached up and ruffled Ken's hair.

Ken smacked his hand away and mumbled a multitude of curses under his breath. Stomping off toward where he had left his bike, not caring whether or not any of his teammates followed. Climbing onto his bike Ken snarled at himself. Danmit Hidaka, THIS is why he'll never return whatever it is you feel for him; you're temperamental and like a continuous case of PMS around him. Admit it he gets under your skin and you want him there. “UUUURGH!” Ken yelled at himself as he swerved back onto the almost empty streets of Tokyo. He would NOT let his mind get the better of him. He would ride. His bike had always been a form of relaxation and meditation for him and he loved it. It was exactly what he needed right now. An hour later it was well past midnight and his gas was getting low. “I suppose I had better go back to the shop then,” he groaned. He pulled up to the shop and thanked the Gods that all the windows were dark and closed. He pulled his bike into the garage and left it there. Deciding to leave it there and fill it up in the morning. Even if Ayan gets it in his head to be an ass about it, he thought. Yawning he opened the door and went into the kitchen. Realizing with a sudden grumbling in his stomach that he hadn't had anything to eat because of the mission. His frown deepened at the memory. Stupid Youji, he growled to himself. Pushing the blonde to the back of his mind he threw his claws into the mission room. Another thing to do in the morning before Ayan realizes I ever did it, he told himself. Maybe tomorrow will be better. The shop is closed so I wont have to worry about being in close quarters with HIM.

The ramen was cooked and scarfed in 10 minutes. Ken decided that staying out this late had been a very bad idea. His eyes were sinking under their own weight and he still needed to clean up. Maybe I'll just do that tomorrow; too, he sighed to himself. He was about to haul himself up the stairs when something caught his attention. It was a round tube-like piece of paper-cloth. Awake and insanely curious, he picked it up. He had NEVER seen anything like it. His inner kid was tugging at his fingers. Quietly Ken slipped his forefinger in one end experimentally. Enjoying the curiosity he indulged himself and slipped his other forefinger into the opposite side of the tube. It was bizarre. It was like nothing Ken had ever seen before. It wasn't letting go. Frantically Ken fought panic as he tried to untangle himself from the strange device now griping his fingers with immense strength. Suddenly a noise made him stop his actions. Someone was in the living room. Now Ken was REALLY panicking. Not only did his own curiosity get him into this embarrassing situation, someone (most likely one of his teammates) was going to see him like this. SHIT! Was the only thing ringing in Ken's mind as he saw just WHO it was watching him.

 

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Youji had neglected to tell his teammates exactly what he had been doing and where he had gone. He had, in fact, gone around the booths and was looking for something in particular. He hadn't told his teammates that. He had also bought that thing he was looking for as well. He hadn't told his teammates that, either. He figured that none of them really needed to know then and the only one that needed to know would know later. He almost couldn't contain his laughter when the mission had finished. The little Kenken had gotten mad at him, as he had expected and so had Aya. But he really didn't care about that at all. Once the three remaining Weiss had gotten back to the Koneko they had reported to Manx that the targets had been confronted and destroyed. There was no need to tell her that Youji had been slacking off or anything to that effect. Once the debriefing was over Aya had come unglued in true Aya style.

“Kudou,” Aya had said pointedly. “Morning shift for a month.” Youji groaned. That was going to be Hell. But he was sure his plan would be completely worth it. Aya and Omi accepted that Ken was not planning on coming back until much later, and had gone directly upstairs. Youji on the other hand, still had one more trap to lie. Setting his newly acquired merchandise on the kitchen table where a certain brown-haired assassin was sure to see it, he quietly retreated to the dark living room to wait.

Youji was definitely not disappointed, nor did he have to wait long. About an hour later, Ken had come in the door leading from the kitchen to the garage. Even a blind man could see he was exhausted and hungry. Throwing his claws into the mission room he turned back into the kitchen for some food. Making and eating the ramen he made didn't take long and leaving the mess for the morning, Ken turned to retreat to his room. Youji grinned. Ken had seen it. Youji knew the little Kenken hadn't seen a finger trap before and Ken's inquisitive nature would get the better of him. The evil grin deepened and Ken inserted a finger into one end. With the other finger gently sliding into the opposite end Youji could hardly contain the maniacal laughter rising in his throat.

Seeing the panic rise in his eyes, Youji sat up a little from his position on the couch. Ken's hearing was excellent and he hadn't missed the small sound. The rising panic flooded his eyes and Ken stared in numb silence as he stared at Youji, the smirk still on his face.

“A-Ano, Youji-kun? Could you help me out?” Ken mentally kicked himself for the break in his voice. He couldn't help it. The man he had fallen for was sitting there grinning at him, and he was stuck. Ken watched Youji stand and saunter over to him, a blush rising in his cheeks. Youji's swaying hips caught his attention and it reinforced his nervousness twenty times over.

“Sure Kenken, I'll help you out...” Youji said slowly. He continued to stroll towards Ken until he was a hair's breath away. “…for a price.” He whispered in Ken's ear, letting his tongue slip out and lick the shell of Ken's ear.

Ken felt his knees shake and threaten to collapse under him. “Y-Youji?” questioning brown eyes met green orbs. The heated look there almost dropped Ken to his knees right there.

Youji let his lips brush Ken's. Soft, like butterflies, letting ken get over his shock. As soon as Ken tentatively started to kiss back Youji deepened the kiss. Licking ken's lips for permission. Gasping Ken's breath was sucked from his lungs has he felt Youji's tongue sweep into the corners of his mouth. Unable to hold his own weight, Ken grasped Youji's shirt for support, hanging on for dear life as best he could with his fingers still bound as Youji ravaged his mouth.

Youji's hands slid up to cup Ken's face, but did not stay there for long. Slipping down Ken's shoulders and well-muscled torso, coming to rest on Ken's rounded ass. Squeezing, he pulled Ken closer to him, grinding their hips together. Youji broke the kiss for air just to hear Ken grown at the friction. It was delicious. Abruptly Ken felt the absence of Youji's body. Opening his eyes he saw Youji was already at the base of the stairs leading to the apartments. He smirked at Ken and disappeared up the stairs, leaving Ken to follow. Uncertainly Ken moved for the stairs, unable to think. Did that REALLY just happen? He thought to himself. The one man I have been dreaming of just… did that? The sheer impact of the kiss was still ringing in his head, and his groin was painfully crying out for more of that wonderful friction.

Youji's door was open when Ken got to it, and he was waiting. Ken became nervous and toyed with the idea of just leaving and going to his own room and releasing the tension himself. Youji would have none of that though and was already pulling Ken into the room by his still joined hands, closing and locking the door behind. Ken was appallingly nervous now. Youji sauntered over to him and Ken became very aware of the bulge in Youji's pants, as well as the bulge in his own. Ken's gaze traveled up to meet Youji's green orbs once more, questioning.
“Don't worry Kitten. I'll take good care of you.” Youji whispered into Ken's ear, making the brown-haired assassin's knees begin to shake once more. Youji took the moment and kissed Ken's already swollen lips greedily. The contact was welcome and Ken tried to deepen the kiss with everything in him. Youji grabbed Ken's hands and pushed them together, releasing the hold of the finger trap. Breaking the kiss momentarily and grinding his hips into Ken's; Youji slid Ken's shirt over his head, Ken gave no resistance, he did not care what was happening to him, it felt too good. Ken only realized that the trap had been taken off when Youji repositioned Ken's fingers inside it. “Kitten's aren't allowed to play with their claws,” Youji explained teasingly to Ken's questioning look.

Youji once more groaned into Ken's hips, making the shorter man groan. “Y-Youji” was the only thing he could think to say. This made the playboy smile, and his hands explored Ken's back, feeling the muscles jump to his touch. Lowering his mouth to the other man's throat, Youji moved his hands to the front of Ken's pants, gently brushing the bulge. Ken instinctively thrust his hips forward, making Youji grin and purr against Ken's pulse. “My, my, eager aren't we?” Ken could only whimper in response.

Unbuttoning and slowly sliding down the zipper on the front of his pants, Youji took his sweet time, knowing it was driving his kitten up a very steep wall. Accidentally brushing his hand against Ken's erection, Ken mewled and thrust forward again, needing the friction. Deciding he liked that reaction, Youji brushed the bulge harder, receiving much of the same reaction. Smiling, Youji pushed Ken's pants and boxers to the floor in one swift movement. Ken gasped at the cool caress of the air against his flesh. Before Youji could fully appreciate the body before him Ken grabbed Youji's shirt and kissed him hard, grinding his hips into Youji's. This made the playboy groan. Deciding that Youji was wearing way too much, Ken tried to remove the offensive clothes. Unable to move his fingers or his hands to much of any effect Youji backed off a little way, earning a whine from Ken. Completely aware of Ken's gaze Youji began to strip. Slowly. The shirt came off first, followed by the pants and boxers. Ken's eyes were wide as he stared at the beautiful sight before him. He was positive this was a dream now. It was perfect. Ken's eyes traveled over the soft skin down his torso to his proud erection. Ken started as Youji began to move towards him.

A hand came up and pushed him roughly back. Loosing his balance he fell to the bed behind him. Youji soon followed, with a predatory look in his eyes. Using one hand to pin Ken's trapped hands above him. Youji's other hand slithered downward toward Ken's erection. Grasping it firmly, he stared at Ken's face, loving the little sounds and mewls he was making. Ken abruptly shut his eyes against the wonderful pressure around his member. His breath became labored. Youji began a slow rhythm He brought a knee up to part Ken's thighs, meeting with no resistance. The hand holding Ken's left it's place and Youji began kissing and nipping a trail down Ken's neck and chest. Greeting one erect nipple, Youji bit. Hard. Ken yelp was turned into a groan as Youji began licking the newly sensitized skin. Continuing his trail down he began to purr. Youji traced Ken's bellybutton with his tongue and earned a groan of pleasure. Downward still more, Youji reached his teasing destination, and skipped over it. His tongue instead went to the insides of Ken's thighs, leaving a teasing trail of nipps and kisses towards their goal.

Ken had had enough and thrust upwards. Youji's slow moving hands were soon replaced by his mouth. Ken gasped and his eyes flew open at the contact. Youji's hands found their new occupation of holding his little kitten's hips down quite difficult. Ken bucked at every tiny movement of Youji's mouth. Youji finally quickened his agonizingly slow pace, and didn't have to wait long for Ken to get what he wanted.

Ken could feel his insides bend and coil, begging to be released. Finally he let go and spilled his seed into Youji's perfect mouth. Ken screamed Youji's name as he saw white, barely holding on to consciousness after the mind-blowing orgasm. Youji crawled up to kiss his little kitten, who accepted it greedily, savoring his own taste in the other man's mouth.

Still kissing the kitten, Youji reached for the tube of lubricant conviently sitting on his nightstand. Sitting up and pulling Ken into his lap, he squirted some of the liquid onto his fingers and trailed them down Ken's back to the crack of his ass, gently inserting a finger into Ken. Breaking the kiss Ken threw his head back, panting. It felt so good. He pushed down onto the intrusion, earning himself another finger. There was a twinge of pain, but the pleasure completely washed it away as Youji hit something inside him that brought his body back to full awareness. He could feel the coils again, begging to be set loose.

Youji scissor his fingers open and closed, stretching his kitten, adding one more finger and still petting the spot Ken found so delicious. He pulled out and Ken whined at the loss. Grabbing the tube once more he put more of the lubricant on his fingers. Ken realized what he was going to do and used both his still connected hands to grab Youji's wrist. Youji looked at Ken inquisitively, Ken just smirked and brought Youji's fingers to his mouth. Youji hissed as Ken took his fingers into his mouth, sucking the lubricant off. Ken then pushed Youji back onto the bed. Ken leaned over him and took his throbbing erection into his mouth, coating it with the lubricant and running his tongue up and down Youji's length. Pulling up Ken leaned back onto the opposite side of the bed, bringing Youji up and over with him. Bracing himself with a hand on either side of Ken's waist he placed himself at Ken's entrance. Youji roughly kissed Ken and began pushing slowly into Ken until he was firmly seated.

It felt to Ken like he was being ripped in two, but it felt good. Oh so good. He moaned into the kiss and Youji stopped moving forward. Waiting a few moments to get adjusted Ken writhed under Youji. “You had better start moving,” Ken whispered suddenly and shakely into Youji's ear, “Or I'll die from frustration.”

Grinning Youji started to pump slowly in and out of his little kitten. Ken closed his eyes against the pleasure of having Youji inside him and buried his face into Youji's neck, thowing his arms around Youji's neck. Youji's beathing was matching Ken's now. Panting and struggeling to give his lungs the air they were demanding. He barely comprehended when he heard Ken's ragged plea of “Faster, Harder” but the last plea caught his attention. “More.”

Gathering his strength he started to ruthlessly pound into Ken. Reaching one hand up to give Ken's erection the attention IT desired. Ken was soaring. Youji moving in and out combined with the hand now closed around his erection. It didn't much for his climax to come to him, one last brush on that perfect spot inside him and he came in Youji's hand. Youji felt the hot seed on his hand, but was more aware of the already hot and tight passage that was Ken's constricting even more around him. With a few more thrusts, Youji Tumbled over his own steep wall of pleasure.

The couple collapsed and Youji withdrew from Ken with a small pop and a whine from Ken's throat. Youji grabbed a convenient hand towel on his nightstand and cleaned himself and Ken. “So what about this…” Ken raised his hands in front of Youji's eyes. “I think I can “pay” you much better if you take them off now” he continued with a mischevious smirk.

 

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Exhasted from the “overheard” overpowering orgasm from the two Weiss, a certain redheaded German (about five miles away) thought over Kudou's plan. Good idea… I wonder if it would work on Crawford…And with that thought, followed the new couple into sleep.