Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Florists! ❯ The Smut Cometh: Yohji's Lesson in Etiquette ( Chapter 1 )

Hello and welcome to a little story I call Florists! Kinda sounds like a musical, doesn't it? I suppose the actual title of this story should be Florists: Welcome to the Smutfest!, but I thought that might be a bit too much, besides, we can save all that for chapter titles, ne? Anyhow, Ken is a bit OOC in this fic because I felt like doing something fun. No angst, no heavy plot, just good ol' smutty fun.

WARNING: This is a YAOI slashfic of epic proportions. There is no redeeming value in this story, there is no lesson to be learned here except perhaps "always carry lube." This story is AU, based on a world where Weiß doesn't exist and the guys are simply florists. Why? Because I thought it would be good for a lark and there aren't nearly enough fics with a slutty Ken in them.

And now, Trevanna proudly presents a Smut Co. Production:

Florists! (The non-musical adventures of a AU slightly OOC kind with much citrus)

Chapter 1: The Smut Cometh: Yohji's Lesson in Etiquette!

Ran Fujimiya was not looking forward to work this afternoon, not only was there a large order for a wedding that he had to put together, but he also had the aggravating responsibility of training the shop's new employee, some soccer player who was taking a season off to 'get back in touch with himself.' Unlike himself, this idiot didn't even need to work, he was simply doing it to fill his time. Grumbling as he left his apartment above the flower shop, Ran trudged down to work to begin another miserable day in his miserable existence.

The shouting of fans inside the Koneko no Sume Iie should have been a clue that he needed to turn around and call in sick, Yohji and Omi would understand, they could take care of the wedding order easily. "Ran-kun!" Any thoughts of retreat were shattered as Omi, who'd been with the shop longer than Ran, trotted out to greet his coworker with his usual enthusiastic smile. How he managed to be so cheerful when the shop was overrun with screaming girls who didn't even buy anything was beyond Ran's comprehension. Ran proceeded to listen as Omi told him of all the new flowers that had arrived that morning and about how, as soon as their new hire had arrived in the store for his shift, chaos broke out. "They just started swarming the store," Omi related, his bright blue eyes going wide with awe. "First someone called out his name then, as soon as word had spread that he was working with us the girls started coming in waves, you can barely walk in the shop. And they're buying things, Ran! Actually buying things! Yohji's had to make two deposits at the bank already!"

"That's wonderful." Ran managed a half-hearted smile before looking again to the bulging mass of people in the Koneko. If there was one thing Ran hated, it was screaming females. He hated them even more so when they were in clusters inside his place of work. But, they were buying things, which was more than they did on most days, when they would loiter in the shop, staring googley eyed at the gentlemen who worked there, getting their drool all over the poor flowers. "Disgusting," Ran mumbled as he prepared to storm through the cloud of idiots and get to work.

"Ran-kun!" a few girls cheered, dancing about him as he tried to pass through, asking him idiotic questions like, "Are you working this afternoon?" and "Do you like my new dress?" Ignoring them all, Ran strode to the back of the shop only to find that his apron was missing. Looking around, he spotted the new hire sporting his black apron, laughing with one of the customers and shoving a plant into her hands, pointing to where Yohji sat at the register, waiting on a line of customers.

"Hidaka, that's my apron," Ran growled as he walked up to the brown eyed boy.

"Oh, sorry Ran," he laughed, untying the apron and handing it to the fuming redhead. "Omi told me to wear it while I was moving some soil bags around, hope you don't mind." Ran was about to retort that he did mind, especially now that Ken's sweat was all over his freshly washed apron, but the good natured smile on the brunette's face stifled his complaints and he simply grunted for Ken to follow him to the back room. "Are you guys always this busy? It's packed in here, I can barely see the exit."

"Not usually, though an abnormal amount of the girls seem to be buying things today." Ran frowned at himself, that was more than he'd said to Omi and Yohji combined in the last two days. He decided then and there that Hidaka Ken talked too much for his own good and would need to be terminated as soon as possible. He would talk to Momoe the moment she got back from vacation.

"Doesn't seem that hard to sell them things," Ken commented offhandedly, looking around the back room in a daze; there were so many flowers back here, how was he ever supposed to learn them all? "All you really need to do is hand them something and point to the register."

Ran began to dig through some boxes, looking for a spare apron for the prattling idiot who seemed intent on filling every moment of blessed silence with his inane chatter. "We'll work back here on orders today." Clearing the arranging table with a swipe of his arm, Ran frowned then threw the old blue apron he'd found at Ken. "Use this." The redhead was amazed when Ken didn't comment but simply and silently put the apron on and stood at the other side of the table, his eyes focused and his jaw set with determination. "Get two dozen yellow roses to start." Ran smiled as Ken buzzed off, pleased that he knew which flower he was supposed to get. While Ken clambered around the shelves, Ran busied himself getting the other items needed for the small, simple centerpieces. When Ken returned, Ran chucked a few foam blocks at him and slid a small carving knife across the table. "Cut them in half width wise, we can save foam."

"So, what do you guys do for fun around here?" the soccer player asked nervously. After being in a room with Ran he was beginning to feel uncomfortable and if he didn't get a conversation going soon he was going to run screaming.

"We work."

"Oh come on, do you guys ever go out together? There's this great place I know of that..."

"We are here to work, Hidaka, not to chat." Ran's knuckles were white as he kept himself from reaching across the table and strangling the man. This was going to be a long, miserable day.

* * * *

"Check this out, it says he can leg press three times his body weight." Yohji had picked up a soccer fanzine and had been spouting random facts about their new florist, facts that everyone in the shop save one very agitated Ran Fujimiya, eagerly soaked up. At the moment, their new celebrity and Omi were delivering the flowers he and Ran had done the previous day. Yohji, dressed today in green snakeskin pants and an equally skanky sheer black shirt, was surrounded by Ken's fans, both male and female, who had come to spend their weekly allowance so that they could say they had been in the presence of Ken Hidaka, star athlete turned florist. Ran would have told Yohji to put the magazine away and do some work, but his rantings kept attracting customers into the store, customers who insisted on purchasing items to give to Ken as gifts. A small shrine had been erected at the side of the shop to the soccer player's greatness. Mylar balloons stating absurd things like "I Love You" and, Yohji's personal favorite, "Hot Stuff" were attached to brightly coloured arrangements, most of which Omi and Yohji had made the previous day for Ken's fans.

"Hey guys, we're back!" As soon as Ken spoke the nimbus around Yohji dissipated and reformed around the startled athlete.

"Whoah!" All in the shop turned to stare at Yohji then followed his gaze back to Ken. Yohji and Ran had been too busy this morning to catch the soccer player's choice of clothing for the day which consisted of a pair of tight fitting leather pants and a matching leather vest that revealed perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles. As an accent, Ken had a silver arm cuff around his right bicep.

"What's up?" Ken asked, looking behind him to see what everyone was staring at then, seeing nothing, shrugged and went to get his apron. What the patrons of the shop failed to notice was the quick smirk the soccer player gave when his back was turned.

* * * *

"I think we should take Kenken out tonight and welcome him into the family," Yohji declared, slinging an arm around the shorter boy's shoulders.

"That sounds like a great idea Yohji-kun, I'll print up an ID and we can go to Lucifer's Den!" Without another word Omi was out of the shop and running up to his apartment.

"Print an ID?" Ken asked, bewildered though noting with amusement that Yohji had yet to remove his arm. Promising.

"He's a little too young to get into any of the good clubs without a fake ID," Yohji explained, casually leaning into Ken. "Not to worry though, the kid's a whiz with computers and can manufacture any document you'll ever need." Yohji hadn't been able to take his eyes off of his new coworker since he'd pranced into the shop earlier that day in an outfit that, had he worn it, would have had Ran sending him home in two seconds flat. However, much to Yohji's disgruntlement, Ran hadn't said a word to the man all day about his outfit or otherwise. Speaking of which. "Hey Ran, go ahead and get changed, Ken and I can take care of the rest." Before Ran could protest that he wasn't coming Yohji added, "And don't tell me you're not coming, it'll break poor Omi's heart." That was always the trump card with Ran, he wanted the poor orphan to have as close to a family atmosphere in the shop as they could manage and the moment Yohji mentioned something making Omi upset, Ran would always choke up his pride and gloom and do what he could to fix it.

Sucker.

* * * *

Lucifer's Den was, Ran decided, the most filthy sex pit on the face of the planet, and he was quite surprised to see Ken fitting in so well with the club's patrons. The moment they'd entered the club Yohji whisked Ken off to the bar for a drink and then onto the dancefloor where several women swarmed around the two, vying for their attention. And for his part, Ran was stuck with Omi and the bar tab.

Over on the dance floor Yohji was trying his best not to stare as Ken passed from one woman to another, occasionally tossing some to Yohji, who would similarly toss a few his way. Yohji couldn't recall a time he'd felt like he'd been in the presence of a kindred spirit, but dancing here next to Ken he almost felt like the other man was his brother, such was their unspoken communication. "Come on Yohji, I need another drink," Ken called after they'd been dancing a good half hour. Ken and Yohji strutted side by side back to the bar, occasionally stopping to speak to one of the several women that trailed them like a cloud of smoke behind a jet. "Where're Omi and Ran?"

"I think I saw Ran take Omi to the bathroom, kid looked a bit sick. Probably drank too much. Grab a drink and I'll give you the grand tour." Yohji winked at Ken and placed his order for a single malt whisky, flirting with the bartender in hopes that she would give him his drink for free, which she did. Drink in hand, he motioned for Ken to give it a go.

"I'll have Sex on the Beach," Ken husked at the blushing bartender, who quickly went about mixing the drink, every now and then looking over her shoulder and into Ken's smoldering chocolate gaze. In a matter of moments Ken's drink was set in front of him and, giving a quick kiss to the blushing woman, he walked over to where Yohji stood, grinning.

"Man after my own heart," the blonde laughed before slinging and arm over the brunette's shoulder. "Now, the tour!"

* * * *

"And this is the liquor closet!" Yohji said triumphantly, pocketing the key he'd taken from a former bartender of the establishment and closing the door after Ken had entered. "Help yourself!" No sooner had the words come out of his mouth than Yohji found himself pressed up against the recently closed door.

"Don't mind if I do, thanks Yohji." Ken's tone was the same friendly one he used in the shop but there was something dark in his gaze that alternately heated and chilled Yohji's blood. Okay, so Ken dug him, he could handle that, he was a Renaissance man of the highest order, but he couldn't help but think that he'd been set up. Ken's mouth descended on his before he could ponder on the subject anymore and he was overwhelmed by the taste of alcohol and some spice from Ken's dinner. "You know Yohji," Ken continued as his hand began to slide under Yohji's latex top, "I don't appreciate being stared at like those idiot girls Ran tells me you fill your time with." The searching hand found one of Yohji's nipples and began to slowly twist and flick it while Ken returned his mouth's attention to Yohji's slightly sweaty neck.

"Sorry," Yohji moaned, his own hands reaching around to cup the soccer player's ass, reveling in it's firmness.

"Sorry?" Ken whispered as he drew his tongue along the edge of the blonde's ear. "You're going to be far more than sorry, Yohji." With a sudden movement he rocked forward to press his groin against Yohji's, smirking when he felt the answering hardness there and heard Yohji's throaty moan. "Do you think I enjoy being ogled like some idiot idol, hmmm?" The hand beneath Yohji's shirt clawed at his chest, no doubt leaving marks that would be visible the next day. The mixture of arousal, pain, and alcohol was enough to dull Yohji's senses to the point where he grunted in way of reply, pulling Ken closer to him and creating more beautiful friction. In response Ken dipped his mouth to the hollow of Yohji's neck and began to bite softly at the tender flesh while his free hand began to slowly unzip Yohji's confining snakeskin pants, his other still alternately caressing and scratching at the playboy's chest. As Ken ground into him Yohji couldn't help but wonder if the soccer player was always this spontaneous or if his aggression was the result of the gross amounts of alcohol they'd both consumed. As Ken's hand slid lightly over his straining erection he realized he didn't quite care.

"Fuck!" Yohji dug his nails into Ken's leather pants as a wave of pleasure overtook him.

"So glad you're with me on this one, Yohji, I was afraid you hadn't gotten the point yet." The statement was emphasized as Yohji's pants were thrown down about his ankles and Ken sunk to his knees, grinning. Ken sat there, holding Yohji's quivering flesh in his hand , watching as it drizzled evidence of the man's desire, enjoying the sight of Yohji's loins trembling with need. A quick tug elicited a gasp from the playboy and Ken chuckled, wondering what other noises Yohji made. A thumb slid carefully over his slit made him hiss, a tongue run quickly over his length produced a throaty groan, and when the brunette finally took him into the moist heat of his mouth, Yohji collapsed against the wall, his calves shaking with the effort of holding up his weight. Instinctively, Yohji grabbed onto the sides of Ken's head and began to pull him forward in an endeavor to drive himself deeper into the delicious cavern of Ken's mouth. For his efforts he received a quick nip on the tip as Ken let him slip out with a slurp. "How would you feel if someone rammed their cock back into your throat when you're not prepared you asshole?" Ken snarled, standing. "You'll just have to suck me off until you've learned some manners."

"Hai," Yohji replied in a daze, his thoughts still on the sweet suction Ken had been applying to his now weeping erection. Without a second thought to the matter he slid down to his knees and began the task of peeling the leather from Ken's body, a thrill going through him as he saw his prize outlined prominently in the restrictive clothing.

"That's it Yohji," Ken whispered, running his hands playfully through the blonde hair below him. "Go ahead and take it out."

Yohji obeyed immediately, sliding Ken's pants to the floor, the brunette's red satin thong following shortly thereafter. The blonde was amazed to find his mouth drying out as he stared at the column of tanned flesh standing proudly before him, a hot trail of excitement oozing from it's peak and trailing down like the hot lava of a volcano about to erupt. Reaching out a shaky hand he grasped the organ and reverently brought it to his mouth, preparing for the salty taste experience had taught him to expect. He found, with some surprise, that Ken was relatively sweet to the taste, probably a by-product of all the candy he ate on a daily basis, and took Ken further into him with a relieved delight. Hands began to gently massage Yohji's shoulders as he began a slow rocking motion, bobbing his head back and forth, increasing suction as he went. He was, by no means an expert in the field of dick sucking, but having had similar ministrations given to him on a weekly basis gave him a near thorough understanding of the lengths necessary to please his partner. Soon Ken was panting though Yohji was pleased to note that, far gone as Ken was, he refrained from bucking his hips and driving his cock back into Yohji's throat, which would have caused the man to gag and choke. Indeed, despite Ken's domineering nature he seemed to be a generous partner, never asking Yohji to do something that he would be uncomfortable with, never taking things too far. He even had the decency to remove Yohji's mouth before he came.

"Now do you understand how you're supposed to behave?" Ken whispered, sinking down to his knees and pulling Yohji toward him, delivering a sloppy yet thorough kiss.

"Mhm," Yohji replied around Ken's tongue.

"Good," Ken chuckled, standing and pulling his pants halfway up then reaching into his back pocket and retrieving a handkerchief and wiping congealing cum off of himself. "Perhaps next time you'll get to put those skills into practice." Yohji watched, stunned, as Ken shimmied into his pants and cast him a cheerful smile. "Let's go, we don't want to keep Ran and Omi waiting."

"But..." Yohji motioned to his own erection, still unattended.

Ken shrugged. "I'll keep them busy while you take care of that, see you in a few." Without another word the brunette trotted out of the storage room, closing the door behind him. As Yohji let his hand slide over his straining manhood he cursed the soccer player to every hell he could think of, even though as shining white passion spilled from him it was for Ken that he cried out.

AN: So, what did you think? As I said, no plot, no redeeming value, but it was fun to write so what the heck. Stay tuned for the next chapter in my not-so-serious series: Florists!

Look for Chapter 2: Rivals in the Rough: Schuldich's Sexy Showdown!