Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ How to Get Killed in Ten Easy Screw-Ups ❯ Chapter 9
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: KD Sarge 
Technology makes everything easier.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 456 | Visits: 473 | Status: Work In Progress
Technology makes everything easier.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 456 | Visits: 473 | Status: Work In Progress
Next to the last...incident...
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Ow. Yohji shifted again. Shimatta. His ass was never going to be the same. Damn Aya and his revenge-fucks. Not that it hadn’t been fantastic, but—
Focus. Payback. This time, the chibi would bow to the master.
Yes, you, chibi, sitting there all innocent, not moving in the last hour because you can sit still, you haven’t had—eww. Don’t go there. Omi. Bondage. No.
Omi—or Bombay rather—felt his glare, glanced up and smiled. Yohji wasn’t fooled. The innocent chibi was anything but.
And he was going to let everyone in on that fact. Now that he had the means to get the news out.
When the mission and the debrief and the after-mission sex—yum—was over, Yohji managed to slip out of Aya’s arms and pulled his laptop from the very back of his closet, under at least six things that even Aya wouldn’t touch, let alone Omi. He downloaded his little bit of motion picture history from his Acme 007 digital spy camera—Omi typing his password into his mission laptop, too fast for Yohji to guess at what he typed—and played with it until he could guess the password.
Pathetic, chibi. Both the password, and Miko’s measurements. What on earth did he see in her? Yohji shot a glance at his own beautiful lover—now taking up the entire bed, sigh—and sighed again, at having to leave him.
Half an hour at the most. Then when he slipped back into bed, it would wake Aya up, and the redhead was sooo cute when he was sleepy...
Yohji made sure the files he needed were on his jump drive, then stuffed the laptop back where none would ever know he knew Windows as anything more than a hole in a wall to climb through, and crept down the stairs.
Password, email client, address book—delete all work contacts from the send list, he wasn’t an idiot—three heavily-altered pictures and a simple message, “Look what I did last night!” and he was slipping back upstairs to hide his jump drive and then enjoy a glorious round of middle-of-the-night sex. Made all the better by the fact that while he hadn’t recognized all the names, he did know at least three of Omi’s classmates were going to have an entirely new view of him very soon.
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Apologies to anyone squicked trying to imagine the pictures Yohji sent. ;)
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Ow. Yohji shifted again. Shimatta. His ass was never going to be the same. Damn Aya and his revenge-fucks. Not that it hadn’t been fantastic, but—
Focus. Payback. This time, the chibi would bow to the master.
Yes, you, chibi, sitting there all innocent, not moving in the last hour because you can sit still, you haven’t had—eww. Don’t go there. Omi. Bondage. No.
Omi—or Bombay rather—felt his glare, glanced up and smiled. Yohji wasn’t fooled. The innocent chibi was anything but.
And he was going to let everyone in on that fact. Now that he had the means to get the news out.
When the mission and the debrief and the after-mission sex—yum—was over, Yohji managed to slip out of Aya’s arms and pulled his laptop from the very back of his closet, under at least six things that even Aya wouldn’t touch, let alone Omi. He downloaded his little bit of motion picture history from his Acme 007 digital spy camera—Omi typing his password into his mission laptop, too fast for Yohji to guess at what he typed—and played with it until he could guess the password.
Pathetic, chibi. Both the password, and Miko’s measurements. What on earth did he see in her? Yohji shot a glance at his own beautiful lover—now taking up the entire bed, sigh—and sighed again, at having to leave him.
Half an hour at the most. Then when he slipped back into bed, it would wake Aya up, and the redhead was sooo cute when he was sleepy...
Yohji made sure the files he needed were on his jump drive, then stuffed the laptop back where none would ever know he knew Windows as anything more than a hole in a wall to climb through, and crept down the stairs.
Password, email client, address book—delete all work contacts from the send list, he wasn’t an idiot—three heavily-altered pictures and a simple message, “Look what I did last night!” and he was slipping back upstairs to hide his jump drive and then enjoy a glorious round of middle-of-the-night sex. Made all the better by the fact that while he hadn’t recognized all the names, he did know at least three of Omi’s classmates were going to have an entirely new view of him very soon.
*****
Apologies to anyone squicked trying to imagine the pictures Yohji sent. ;)