Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Angels ❯ 'Checking Things Out' ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Fallen Angels

Author: Hentai and Skippyscatt

Warnings: Yaoi LEMON all the way!!! (In later chaps)

Rating: R. Also has a little blood.

Pairing: Yohji/Enzeru, Enzeru/??, Omi/Enzeru/Yohji, Omi/Nagi (in later chaps)

Disclaimer: As much as we would love to own Yohji, Ken, Omi, and Nagi the only ones we do own are Gabriel and Enzeru, he is Hentai's evil brain child Mwahahahaha just kidding, he's not evil, just misunderstood! ~_^

Notes: This is an AU taken at the end of the first 15 episodes. Aya is no longer there, but may show up in the future! ~_^ This started as a rp in a yaoi group. The first few chapters are done from each characters point of view, then later together.

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Chapter One

Checking Things Out

Yohji frowned and slowed down as he passed in front of the Saiyan Tails. The last couple of weeks he'd been overhearing customers at some of his other haunts talking about the Dance Club and the stunningly erotic dancers that worked there. They'd said the place was busy all the time, but they hadn't told him that the place was packed. He couldn't see even one parking space closer than two blocks down the street.

Stepping on the gas he sped down the street and grabbed the spot before anyone else could. A place this popular he had to check out. Easing his roadster into the tight spot he shut down the engine and stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray.

He slid his sunglasses down his nose and took a moment to check his reflection in the mirror. He chuckled at his own vanity and opened car door unfolding his lanky form from the low riding vehicle. He grabbed his dark blue leather duster out of the passenger seat as he walked around the car and started down the sidewalk, flinging the coat over his shoulder.

He frowned as he walked up the block and watched a blue haired teenager and another boy walk out of the bar he was heading for. The taller one he was fairly certain was legal. But the smaller tri-color haired teen looked like he should still be home doing homework. Then he smacked himself mentally thinking about Omi back at the Koneko who didn't look his age either.

The thorough once over the bouncer at the door gave his ID eased Yohji's mind a little. But then he was an unfamiliar face so the extra scrutiny was expected. After his license had been handed back he sauntered through the door and got his first good look at the Club. It was busy but not as packed, as he'd feared.

He swayed his hips in time with the music as he walked across the floor to bar. After a moment he spotted an empty stool and settled one hip on it so that he could look out over the room. At a table across the way a dancer was entertaining a customer with a private dance. The white haired man was sexy as hell with his muscular body and long hair. But watching him and the man he was dancing for Yohji felt the familiar tingle run down his spine that told him there was more here than met the eye.

He ordered a bottle of beer and lit a new cigarette never taking his eyes off the pair. He watched the way the customer played with a butterfly knife in his hand and had a feeling that Omi couldn't have handled it any better. As he watched Yohji saw the man draw the knife blade along his arm and then offer it to the dancer. The blonde assassin swallowed hard and his pants grew too tight as the dancer's tongue slowly licked up the blade. Unable to watch without embarrassing himself Yohji turned to look in another direction.

A redhead with a tray caught his attention and for a moment his heart ached. The waiter was smaller than his ex-lover, but there was something in the way he moved, the paleness of his skin and of course the color of the hair that reminded him too much of Aya. Even so he couldn't tear his eyes away from him watching as he stopped at the end of the bar to pick up a bottle of beer and place it on his tray. He watched the redhead pause as he checked the slip for where the beer needed to be delivered then followed his gaze back to the table where the two white haired men had been.

The dancer was gone now and Yohji arched an eyebrow as he looked at the customer leaning back against the wall in his chair. The expression on his face slightly smug as the dancer moved gracefully but obviously angrily towards the stage area. How the man at the table could be so unaffected by that private dance he had no idea.

Turning his attention back to the waiter the tall blonde jumped up tossing his cigarette into an ashtray as he watched him take a header to the floor as he was accidentally bumped by some drunk. Then he stopped his eyes narrowing as he saw the tray with its bottle being held perfectly safe. That took control and agility. Yohji smiled slowly. This place was becoming more interesting by the minute and knew he was going to be spending a lot more time here.

The white haired dancer was now on the stage dancing solo and using the dance bar in a way that made him moan quietly deep in his throat. It had been way too long since he'd last been with a lover, after Aya he'd not wanted anyone else. But he was beginning to think that was all going to change. He watched as a pale blonde joined the white haired dancer and the whole thing became so erotic that Yohji forced his eyes away before his body could force him to make a trip to the restroom. Instead he looked back at the table where the red head was now sitting and talking to the customer with the white hair and black bangs.

He caught the bartender's eye and made a small motion with his empty bottle silently requesting another beer. Once it had arrived he retrieved his cigarette from the ashtray and went back to studying the patrons and employees of the Dance Club.