Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Florists! ❯ Rivals in the Rough: Schuldich's Sexy Showdown! ( Chapter 2 )

Well what have we here? A second chapter? How can this be!

It's not particularly long, but then again, neither was the first one. *pauses* You know, that could be taken the wrong way...what I mean to say is that you could misconstrue that statement to meant that...nevermind. I will warn you that this chapter is slightly less smutty than the previous if only because there was just such a great cut-off point that I had to use it. You'll see when you get there.

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 an AU slightly OOC kind with much citrus)

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

Omi watched as Yohji sauntered around the shop, hanging onto every female that entered, giving away the occasional free flower, which in turn made Ran even grumpier than usual. It seemed to him that the blonde had been acting oddly ever since last week's trip to Lucifer's Den. He'd been hiding from Ken, which was odd seeing as how they seemed to get along so well at the club, and had become even more of a lecher than usual. Perhaps the younger florist had sparked some sort of competitive streak in Yohji, who was trying to prove that he was the store's top playboy, not the brunette. Sighing Omi turned his attention to the construction crew that was busily renovating the shop across the street, tearing down the front walls and putting in new windows and a few pieces of stained glass.

"Wonder what's going on over there." Ken voiced Omi's unspoken question, trotting up to stand beside the younger boy, absently scratching the head of the fangirl that was glued to his side like an overzealous lapdog. "Think we should go over there and check it out?"

"You can if you want to, Ken-kun, I've got to do deliveries." Omi frowned at the prospect of driving the pink eyesore they called a delivery vehicle. He wasn't the most manly individual on the planet, he admitted that freely, but being seen in public driving a pink scooter was a bit much, even for him.

"I'm sure Yohji can do them for you, can't ya Yotan?" In the corner of the shop Yohji cringed at the nickname Ken had given him, even while the fangirls squealed in delight. Ken had been setting him to all manner of unsavory tasks of late, each time punctuating the request with the not so subtle licking of his lips which, much to Yohji's chagrin, would send a flash of heat straight to his groin. Soon after, Ken would drag him into the back room, give him a blowjob that blew his mind away, and he would be off doing the brunette's evil bidding.

"Hai," the blonde sighed, his eyes fixed on the thin layer of saliva spread over Ken's petal soft lips, the sight of it raising his blood pressure and causing him to sweat in anticipation.

"I'll help you load up," Ken chirped, skipping toward the back room where the deliveries were kept in a large refrigerator, his soccer shorts swishing and tapping against an ass that Yohji was desperate to pummel.

"You owe me for this, chibi," Yohji told Omi, scowling at the back door, hoping that his apron would conceal the painfully stretched fabric of his jeans.

"Hai! Arigatou Yohji-kun!" Omi turned back to watching the construction, grabbing hold of a mister to make it look like he was taking care of the plants so that Ran wouldn't yell at him.

As Yohji entered the back room and tossed his apron aside, he saw Ken loading up a crate with the arrangements to be delivered, humming to himself and moving his hips from side to side. Quietly, Yohji snuck up behind him and, enveloping the brunette in a hug so he couldn't escape, pressed himself against the man's backside as hard as he could. "Little enthusiastic there aren't we, Yotan?" Ken chuckled, continuing to load the crate.

"One of these days I'm going to bend you over this table and screw your brains out," Yohji whispered, his hips now moving to mimic the action he so craved, the friction of the rough jeans stimulating him through his boxers and making his breaths labored.

"How can I resist when you put it so elegantly," Ken remarked sarcastically, shimming away from Yohji and over toward a stack of crates. "Hurry up and get this loaded, Ran will be pissed if the deliveries are late." He cast a look at Yohji's tented jeans and snickered. "And I suggest you calm down before people start staring at you, delivering flowers can't be that exciting. But..." a shining smile spread across decidedly devious lips, "perhaps if you hurry home you might get an after dinner treat, hm?" Ken sauntered out of the back room, delivering a hard smack to Yohji's crotch as he passed.

"Fucking bastard," Yohji groaned, retrieving his apron and making sure all evidence of his arousal was concealed before hoisting the crate and heading out to the delivery scooter.

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"So, we figure out what's going on over there yet?" Ken asked as he pranced back into the store, smirking.

"Nah, a few new people in suits have come over, though. They might be the owners. Why don't you check it out and I'll finish that arrangement you were working on." Omi turned his high watt smile to the brunette, who grinned and nodded, snatching a spring bouquet on his way out as a peace offering to the new store owners.

Schuldich looked up from the clipboard in his hand as a boy in short shorts and an apron jogged up to him carrying a bouquet of flowers. "I like the neighborhood, Brad," he chuckled to his business partner, who was arguing with the lead construction worker, something about an electrical inspection. With a sigh Schuldich resigned himself to enjoying the show the athletic man was providing him with. He's probably straight knowing my luck.

"Hey there," Ken called, waving at the man with flaming orange hair who seemed to be checking him out. "What kinda place are you guys building here?" A hand went up to tame unruly chocolate hair, the muscles of his arms shown to great effect in the gesture. Had he not been wearing an apron, the show would've been even better.

"Starting an ice cream shop, at least that's the theory," Schuldich replied with a grin, the boy was obviously showing off for him, the subtle gesture one that Schuldich had in his own arsenal of seduction. I'll make you squirm you amateur. "I take it you work at the flower shop over there?"

"Was it the flowers or the apron that gave it away?" Ken laughed back, turning in a circle to show off his apron and short shorts. His spin over, Ken held the bouquet out to the man. "Brought these for you, a sort of 'welcome to the neighborhood' thing. If you guys need centerpieces or something just let us know, we can probably work out a deal."

Schuldich took the flowers and extended his hand. "Name's Schuldich, and you are?"

"Hidaka Ken. Schuldich, interesting name. Where's it from?"

Schuldich found that when Ken tilted his head to the side just so and truly concentrated on it, he could be rather adorable. "It's German. That man over there shouting in American is my business partner, Brad Crawford, but I'd call him Crawford if I were you, he gets upset if you call him by his first name." Schuldich took a moment to scan Ken's body while the younger man was busy scouting out Crawford and, just as he turned back, a flash of recognition soared through the German's mind. "You wouldn't be the Ken Hidaka would you?"

Ken smiled and clasped his hands nervously behind his back. The innocent routine seemed to be doing well, he didn't think the German had fallen for his seductive subtlety. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he could convince the man to take advantage of his good nature later. "Yeah actually, I would be. Decided to take a season or so off and just relax, only young once and all that."

"Ken, you're not being paid to make social calls!" Ran's voice came roaring out of the flower shop and froze Ken's spine in place.

"Gotta go, nice meeting you." Ken jogged back to the flower shop, waving over his shoulder at Schuldich, who took up his clipboard again with a glint in his eyes. He definitely liked the neighborhood.

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Yohji tilted his head back as lips caressed his dripping manhood, though the mood was somewhat ruined when the idiot woman giggled and his daydream of Ken, a collar around his neck and the end of his chain-leash in Yohji's hand, was shattered. Yohji opened his eyes and looked down at...what was her name? He shrugged, it didn't really matter, he'd just call her Not Ken Number Seventeen and be done with it. NKN17 had resumed her enthusiastic assault on his erection which he viewed with a sort of detachment now that he'd be rousted from his beautiful vision. When he'd returned from doing deliveries he hadn't been able to find Ken anywhere. He'd gone to the boy's apartment without any luck and had even gone so far as to ask Omi if Ken had gone somewhere, and indeed Ken had. Apparently one of the owners of the new shop across the street had come and invited Ken to go out to a bar with him and according to Omi, who made a habit of taking in every detail around him, the man seemed quite interested in keeping his hand on Ken's ass as much as possible. So much so that even Ran had noticed and had ordered Schuldich to stop sexually harassing the store's employees while they were on duty.

And so it was that Yohji had taken up an offer by one of the store's older customers and was sitting in the recliner in his living room, receiving a blowjob that he only found mildly satisfactory compared to his new standard. Perhaps later he'd hit the bars and bring back some young athlete and screw him into the ground, all the while imagining that his screams were Ken's. Perhaps NKN18 would be less of a disappointment than his predecessor.

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Ken sipped gingerly at his fourth beer, wondering when Schuldich would stop talking and start seducing him. Thus far the German had gone on at length about the history of the ice cream shop and how hard he and Crawford had worked to get funding to start it. He had talked about Germany, his family, and a slew of other mundane things, none of them indicating that the blatant interest Ken saw when he looked in the German's eyes was real. Soon Ken grew bored and started checking out the other occupants of the bar, giving the German non committal grunts whenever he was asked his opinion.

A girl in a slinky black dress walked by, flashing Ken a ruby lipped smile that had him out of his chair and over to her in five seconds flat. If Schuldich wasn't interested then he'd make sure the German knew he could have a much better time without him. Ken followed the girl a few more feet before tapping her on the shoulder and offering to buy her a drink, motioning to his discarded seat and the empty one beside it. While Ken was busy luring in his prey, Schuldich sat, revolted at Ken's taste in women. The girl that Ken had picked out quite obviously didn't have a brain in her head, she had a motor that controlled her pathetic giggling and that allowed her to move while chewing gum with her mouth open. Intelligent conversation was probably beyond her. And she wasn't even pretty, Schuldich noted, she was more average than anything else. Disgusted and insulted that Ken would choose to spend his time with some idiot instead of socializing with him, the redhead slid off his seat and strode towards Ken.

"We need to leave," he told the soccer player, grabbing his arm and hauling him away from the ditz before she could suck any more decency out of his prey. His beautiful, innocent, easily distracted prey.

"But I promised to buy her a drink," Ken protested, internally rejoicing that he wouldn't have to shell out cash. It appeared that competition was just the thing to spur the German into action. Possessive little thing.

"I want to show you something." Schuldich let go of Ken's arm and fished around for his keys, using his alarm remote to unlock the car. Without checking to make sure Ken was following, for he knew that the young boy wouldn't be able to resist the lure of a surprise, he'd learned that much about Ken in the few hours they'd spent together, Schuldich strode purposefully to the car and got inside, turning off the radio. After a few good fucks he'd reveal his love of country music to the brunette, but to do so beforehand could be disastrous.

A/N: Still no redeeming value whatsoever, but I had fun writing it and hopefully you had a bit of a fun read and we're all...sated I guess. The puns! The puns! Stay tuned for the next chapter in my not-so-serious-series: Florists! Chapter 3: Innocent Eyes: Fun with Voyeurism!