Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Interruptus ❯ Interrupted Passions ( Chapter 1 )

Greetings.

The following is an apology fic for all of my friends who have been so very patient while awaiting new chapters of "Neutral Territory". That particular epic has run into trouble repeatedly, however, I have no intention of leaving it permanently incomplete. As soon as new chapters of NT are ready to present, look for them here or at fanfiction.net.

In the meantime, I hope you will enjoy my newest lemon with a hint of angst.

Enigma a.k.a. E-sama the Llama

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Title: Interruptus [chapter 1/4]

Author: Enigma

Series: Weiss Kreuz

Written: begun January, 2002; completed January, 2004

Rating: NC-17

Main Pairing: (Yohji x Ken)

Category: Angst Yaoi Lemons Language. AU-OOC

Archive: mediaminer.org [author: "E-sama the Llama"] and Wuffie.net [author: "Enigma"]

Spoilers: None of significance.

Warnings: angst, yaoi, masturbation, oral and anal lemon, coarse language, domineering seme, merciless teasing; *not* connected to any other WK continuities. AU-OOC.

Disclaimer: "Weiss Kreuz" is the property of Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. This unauthorized work of fanfiction is intended for entertainment only; kindly do not sue me.

Notes: When Manx's untimely arrival interrupts an afternoon of sensual fun, what devious device does Yohji use on Ken and who else is unintentionally ensnared in their seductive web?

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Late on an utterly random Tuesday afternoon, above a certain flower shop in Tokyo, two unusual young men were indulging their almost insatiable hunger for one another's bodies. [1]

Bare skin shone in the waning light that spilled across the double bed that Yohji and Ken had been openly sharing for barely a month. It was important to note, however, that the two assassins had first admitted their undeniable physical need for one another sometime prior to that.

In point of fact, it had been Ken's inability to restrain himself after a close brush with death that the two of them had shared which had lead to them awakening with their utterly sated bodies intertwined for the first time.

What had led to this life-altering result was supposed to have been a simple mission for the duo. Break into a yakuza storehouse, gather intelligence that Kritiker needed, and then slip back out undetected. Nevertheless, destiny had had other plans and an unexpected twist of fate had left the pair fleeing a burning building which collapsed almost immediately after they had made good their escape.

Balinese's driving was rarely as reckless as it was that night and the journey back to the Koneko had been a shaky one at best. They didn't even bother to debrief their teammates upon their arrival. Instead, Siberian had hauled his partner into his own bedroom, pressed the blond onto the bed and demanded with words, body, and tongue to be--as he had put it rather crudely--fucked until he could no longer recall the sensation of fire licking at the back of his neck.

Living up to his reputation as a consummate playboy, Yohji was more than glad to fulfill Ken's demands since he'd been lusting for the muscular teen's body for quite some time. Of course, there was also a strong undercurrent of affection based on their many months spent working and living together. This embryonic love of theirs would slowly grow, but it truly had very little to do with their first explorations of each other's bodies.

Little did either of them know that there was another member of their team who had desires for both of them. But Aya's secret longings were originally far less primal and were much more repressed than theirs had been for a variety of reasons.

Since their relationship was so new to them, Yohji and Ken hadn't worked out the nuances of the balance of power between them before their sunny afternoon of seduction. Unfortunately, this lack of understanding was about to cause one of the two of them more than a little misery.

Whimpering, Ken tried to spread naked, sweat-sheened legs wider to encourage his lover to hurry, but it actually had the opposite effect.

Angry emerald eyes gazed down at begging, almost agonized brown ones and Yohji answered firmly, "No, Kenken, you are *not* the one in charge here! Behave like a good little bottom-boy or we'll stop right where we are!"

"But, Yohji," the former soccer player begged aloud, "I want your cock inside me *so* bad! Please, lover, please! Hurry and give it to me!"

A darkly satisfied smile crossed the domineering man's face and he answered with a deeper thrust of the pair of lube-slick fingers that were already at work loosening his lover's willing body, readying it for the massive erection that was as eager as he was. Yohji licked his lips and made Ken moan as he added a third finger and remonstrated more gently, "Oh, don't you worry that pretty little hentai head of yours, Ken-baby, I promise to give it to you when you're ready. But ya ain't ready yet, so just lay back and let me take care of it, okay?"

Panting, Ken tried to nod obediently, but now that there were three fingers in him, probing, searching, it was only a matter of time until he cried out, "Yohji!! GOD! Yes!" Sparkles and flashes of light exploded behind his eyelids as the expert sensualist found and stimulated the magical gland deep within that made his world become a cotton-candy confection of promise.

A fond expression danced across elegant features as Yohji watched the responsive nineteen year old beneath him writhing while begging both verbally and non-verbally.

The pair rarely revealed the true depth of feeling that was developing between them. Each had loved and lost in the past and neither wanted to risk the level of sorrow he would experience if his honest emotions were rejected. Thus they hid behind the common misperception that "men only have sex; they don't make love".

They drove each other to the edge and beyond sexually as often as their hearts wished to wistfully avow love, affection, adoration, and as many other sappy words that were seemingly unfit for masculine lips as possible. Thus, it was no surprise that completing this act, the one that substituted for the undesired show of weakness expressed in a simple "I love you," was crucial to them both.

It wasn't, however, crucial to everyone around them.

A sudden loud banging on the bedroom door was followed by loudly growled commands. "Siberian! Balinese! Get downstairs at once. We have a mission."

Both aroused young men groaned and Yohji shouted angrily, "We'll be down in a few minutes, Fujimiya! We're busy!"

Outside their door, angry violet eyes smoldered with fury at someone who was many meters beneath them at the moment. Being told to interrupt the other two assassins certainly wasn't Aya's idea. After all, how could he ever hope to find a way to convince them to let him join them someday if they thought he really was merely the cold, emotionless bastard he projected himself as most of the time?

With a groan caused by imagining too clearly what they had been doing prior to his arrival, Aya added more softly, "Listen, Yohji, I hate to do this, but Manx is in the basement being a total PMS-ing bitch for some reason. I tried to tell her that I'd call you and give you and Ken a few minutes to get down there, but she said, and I quote, 'If they can't keep their dicks in their pants, why is that *my* problem?'"

The much put upon field leader of Weiss sighed and shook his head, then added pleadingly, "I'll tell her you're on your way, guys, but please, try to hurry. Last thing I knew, she was giving Omi hell for not getting the highest grade in his class on his last history test. See how bad it is?"

Both naked men had frozen as the uncharacteristically harsh words that Manx had used sunk in then were followed by the heartless mistreatment of their young friend.

Of course Omi hadn't gotten the highest grade recently! The blond archer had run afoul of an unexpected gunman on his last solo mission and had ended up being deeply grazed by a bullet across his left thigh. Bleeding and in agony, Bombay had dispatched the man with a poisoned dart before barely making it home to the Koneko, but that was about all that was positive about that particular mission.

Yohji was angry with Manx for her unnecessary cruelty, but Ken was still impaled on his hand and was biting his lip to keep himself from crying out his need, willing to let his dominating lover decide what was best.

Heaving a sigh, Yohji nodded to himself and looked at Ken apologetically as he called out, "All right, Aya. We'll be there in a minute. Go run interference for Omi and we'll be down ASAP."

Grateful, the scarlet-haired swordsman agreed, "I'll do that. Oh, and Yohji?"

"Yeah?" Yohji answered disinterestedly.

"Sorry for the interruption," Aya added before he hurried away, hoping to quickly ameliorate the situation for the youngest member of Weiss if nothing else.

Yohji snorted angrily and then smiled sadly at his lover before beginning to withdraw his fingers, saying, "Sorry about this, babe, but duty calls."

Ken groaned unhappily and fought the instinctive desire to clamp his inner muscles down around the much loved visitors to his body and was successful in that but not in preventing a whine of misery when he said, "But, Yohji, I *need* you inside me! I was *so* close!"

"I know, Kenken," Yohji soothed, pulling open the drawer by the bed and tossing in the tube of lube that hadn't gotten enough use for either of them. As he glanced at the drawer when a dull clunking noise arose from inside of it, however, a truly wicked smile twisted his lips and he turned to gaze at his lover.

The lube-slick hand that had so recently left Ken's body returned to firmly grasp the brunette's swollen erection and tugged at it meaningfully as Yohji asked, "How would you like to have me fuck your sweet ass just as soon as this mission briefing is over, baby?"

Trembling, Ken looked at him with so much unbridled lust that he hardly needed to say a word to answer the unnecessary question, but he tried to anyway. "P-p-please?" Stammering helplessly, he thrust into the teasing hand that was gliding up and down his weeping shaft seeking relief that would not be his for sometime to come.

With a devilish smirk, the blond nodded and vowed, "Then that's exactly what I'm gonna do, Kenken, and to make sure you're still good 'n ready for me, I think a little 'backup' is in order!"

Swiping a droplet of sweat from his forehead before it could run down into his eyes, Ken gazed up at his partner in an utterly clueless manner and echoed, "'Backup', Yohji? What do you…" His words trailed away and then he swallowed hard as Yohji held up a particular item that the two of them hadn't gotten around to trying out yet. With a moaned, "Oh, fuck…" he indicated his awareness of just what his lover had in mind even as the teasing, lube coated hand left his aching arousal.

Stripping the protective plastic packaging off of the thick, dark red vaguely phallic device, Yohji's grin broadened and he assured, "Oh, yeah, babe, that's exactly what this is gonna make you feel like!" [2]

Once the roughly five inch long butt plug fell free of its wrappings, Yohji quickly retrieved the lubricant and applied an ample amount to its uniquely textured surface which was specially designed for comfort and to prevent premature expulsion of the toy. Despite everything else going on at that point, he was still careful to make sure that he took proper care of the somewhat inexperienced teen who trusted him completely in all matters of a sexual nature.

"But, Yohji," Ken tried to say with a worried tone, but it only came out as sheer desperation, "we've never even used one of those. How can you be sure what it'll feel like?"

Undeterred, the blond explained, "According to a particularly hot piece of ass I used to know down at Club 69, once I get this in you, every time you move it's going to feel like you were being given the slowest, yummiest screw of your life!" He couldn't help laughing as he added, "Hell's bells, to have heard Shin tell it, having one of these in him was better than four out of five guys he charged a pretty high price to let do the same thing as one of these toys!"

With a low, begging groan of need, Ken agreed by saying, "Well, all right. If someone like that said it was good, I guess I'll give it a try."

Scowling just a little, the domineering seme gazed at his uke for a moment, then stated flatly, "Of *course* you will give it a try, Ken. Because *I* said so if for no other reason!" When the appropriate expression of contrition entered his lover's eyes--and when said eyes fell away from his own submissively--Yohji resumed more tenderly, "Now spread those deliciously muscular thighs for me, Kenken. We need to get this done and get some clothes on before Manx herself comes up here to drag us to the meeting dressed or not!"

Suntanned legs parted obediently once more, exposing a slick rosette of muscle that was immediately given an approving stroke. Then, with the level of caution that was appropriate for someone inexperienced at installing such an appliance, Yohji bent over Ken's supine form and admired the view even as he began easing the plug into his partner's ass. Once most of it was buried in the channel he'd rather have been putting something far warmer into, he wiggled it back and forth until it naturally found its perfect position.

Straightening and finding the safety bar that prevented the plug from entering too deeply or becoming lost within its user's bowels to be a turn-on in and of itself, Yohji asked, "So? How does that feel, baby?"

Ken let his legs come back together a fraction, shifted slightly on the rumpled bedclothes, then moaned in a voice deeper than normal, "Oh, gods!" After biting his lower lip lightly to steady himself, he admitted, "It feels like I've got three of your fingers just barely deep enough inside me to stretch but not deep enough to get me off! This is going to drive me friggin' nuts!"

Chortling to himself while reaching for a towel that they'd left handy for a cleanup scenario that would be delayed in coming, Yohji grinned and replied, "Exactly what I'd hoped for. But right now, we'd better get ourselves presentable and haul ass downstairs. Abyssinian wouldn't have come up here personally if he didn't mean what he said about Manx being in 'Empress Bitch' mode." He extended a hand and aided Ken who was struggling to rise without making himself even more frustrated by his need for release than he already was.

Accepting the offered assistance and then hurrying to dress himself as best he could considering the distraction buried inside himself, Ken didn't even bother to contemplate what could have irritated the redheaded woman. Instead, he focused on another redhead altogether and eventually asked, "Was it my imagination, or did Aya sound like he really was genuinely sorry to interrupt us the way he did?"

Slipping one of his trademarked blatantly sexy, midriff-revealing crop tops on over low riding jeans, Yohji shrugged and answered, "How the hell should I know? All I cared about at that moment was that your tight little ex-goalie ass wasn't getting the kind of attention it deserved." Shooting a glance at his lover who was putting on a loose pair of cargo pants and inciting further arousal with every motion, he added, "Why do you ask, Kenken?"

Carefully zipping his fly shut and hoping his rampant erection wasn't as evident as it probably was, Ken replied, "It's just that I've noticed him kind of watching us with the weirdest expression on his face when he thought we didn't even know he was there." After pulling on a tee-shirt and running a comb through shaggy brown hair that had been mussed during foreplay, he added thoughtfully, "I'm starting to wonder if he isn't wishing he had some of what we share or something."

Barking a short laugh, Yohji shook his head and then lead the way to their door while saying, "You think Mr. 'I've-got-no-sex-drive-whatsoever-because-all-I-want-to-do-is-kill-Takatori ' is interested in a threesome? You have *got* to be kidding, baby!"

Following with almost mincing steps that then eased as he discovered the butt plug had adjusted itself into a more comfortable position, Ken lifted a shoulder in a casual shrug and only said, "Who knows? Anything's possible."

Chuckling as they went down the first of two staircases that would lead them to their teammates, Yohji replied jokingly, "Yeah, right. And I'll bet our little Omiitchi is shagging Crawford's sexy little telekinetic boytoy behind our backs, too!"

Deciding not to rise to the bait and get into a debate that they had shared ever since the two blue-eye teens had vanished together from battle once too often, Ken just repeated his earlier assertion, "Anything's possible."

The rest of their journey was made in silence and both men tried to at least temporarily put out of their minds the interrupted seduction that was actually going to be continued in a most unexpected venue. Hopefully their audience would remain unaware of what was really transpiring between them, but that was a faint hope at best.

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To be continued.

Author's Notes:

[1] Please note that as indicated in the warnings, this tale is not associated with any of my story arcs and is completely independent of all of my previously released WK stories. Regardless of that, this story adheres to the general conventions of my other WK stories such as Ken having manga-esque brown eyes instead of anime-style blue; dialogue written in all lower case letters indicates whispering; etc.

[2] Even though I write most of my fanfiction from a base of personal experience, I must admit to having none whatsoever with regard to butt plugs. Research for this piece was done at several online sites and reference for the specific model employed--the "Textured Non-skid Butt Plug" according to the site--came from sextoys411.com.