Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Interruptus ❯ Agony before Ecstasy ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Interruptus [chapter 2/4]

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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As one might expect, it was Yohji who lead the way down the spiral staircase that would bring them into the Weiss mission headquarters beneath the flowershop. Ken was more than happy to follow since it meant those desirous emerald eyes wouldn't be staring at his ass all the way down.

Once they were low enough to start to pick up on the conversation below them, one of the first things they heard was Manx exclaiming, "It's just damned *frustrating*, that's all!"

"What's 'damned frustrating', gorgeous?" Yohji inquired as he stepped into the room and then very deliberately chose the lone chair to perch in, thereby forcing Ken to share the loveseat with Omi while Aya stood leaning against a wall like usual.

En route to the basement, Yohji had made a conscious decision to not express his anger at the woman who had interrupted his pleasant afternoon activities. The sooner Manx was done conveying the details of the latest assignment from Kritiker, the sooner she would leave and the sooner the two lovers could return to more enjoyable pursuits.

Manx turned disapproving eyes on the couple and was about to offer a sharp retort until she noted an expression of what she interpreted as pain in expressive brown eyes. Keeping in mind what she had most likely interrupted earlier, she didn't comment as Ken carefully sat down with a wince. Instead, she replied with a sigh, "Oh, Persia had to work late for the third night in a row last night, and I'm damned tired of it."

Chortling knowingly, Yohji commented, "You should already know that it's a bad idea to be screwing your boss, toots."

Flipping a thick curl of hair over her shoulder, Manx replied with less heat than the words would imply, "Words of wisdom on relationships from the resident slut, Balinese? Don't make me laugh."

"Oh, I'm not a 'slut', bitch, I'm just a swinging bachelor, ya know?" Yohji replied with an airy wave of a hand. He wanted to add more to their playful repartee since it was lightening the woman's dark mood, but he was forestalled by a blushing blond archer.

Hiding his reddened cheeks behind one of the numerous printouts that were scattered across the coffee table in front of him, Omi squeaked, "Could we *please* just go over the mission details, everyone? I really *don't* want to hear about everyone's love lives, you know." Silently he almost added that he didn't want to know about anyone's lack of same, but he was already well aware of Aya's growing unhappiness of late.

Finding that he couldn't get comfortable due to the pressure of the sofa cushion pressing against the safety bar of the toy within him, Ken agreed, saying, "Yeah, let's get to work. I, um, have other stuff I need to get back to."

Trying to maintain his dispassionate façade, Aya carefully stated, "Agreed." Deliberately not letting his eyes fall onto Ken's which had glanced at him thoughtfully, he added, "Considering the fact that Bombay is sidelined until his bullet wound heals completely, this mission had better be a simple one."

Glad to be given the perfect opening for her part of the presentation, Manx nodded firmly before saying, "It is indeed quite simple, Abyssinian. Nothing more than a basic trap and destroy assignment for a particularly slippery serial killer."

With a grimace of loathing, she further explained, "There is a rock-solid ID on the bastard, a government drone by the name of Oda Hiroyuki who is a helluva lot smarter than his own superiors are willing to admit. There's not enough hard evidence for a court of law to lock him up or better yet execute him before he can ruin more women's lives, so we need Weiss' help to get him off the streets."

"Ugh," Ken grunted. With a disgusted expression on his face, he stated, "I hate dealing with serial killers! They usually have some sicko sexual hang-ups and the crime scene photos of their victims always make me feel nauseous!"

Heaving a sigh, Manx replied, "I couldn't agree with you more, Siberian, but why don't we let Persia tell you the rest of the details about the case." She flicked a glance at Aya and commanded, "Abyssinian, hit the lights."

Without saying a word, the scarlet-haired man obeyed, but just before the lights in the basement went out, he and Manx both noticed when Ken's expression went from disgusted to something else entirely. The impaled youth had chosen that exact moment to try to adjust his position on the couch and was feeling the effects of the plug which reminded him of his currently denied needs.

"Are you all right, Siberian?" Manx asked as she accepted the VCR remote from Yohji whose smug grin was hidden by the darkness.

Hoping his renewed state of arousal didn't show in his voice, Ken replied, "I'm fine, Manx…" A hint of a groan was carefully swallowed before he added, "It's just that whole serial killer thing bugging me."

"If you say so," she replied even though she was far from convinced, then activated the player so the team could find out what their shadowy commander had to tell them about their latest case.

Persia's usual rhetoric filled the air of the basement for several long minutes. It was presented in his usual baritone, droning on about the case's background and his instructions for the men whose lives he so casually risked to fulfill his own mysterious goals.

Even though he believed that he would only be involved in the information gathering phase of the mission, Omi listened attentively. Or at least, that's what he tried to do. Several times while the tape was playing, the teen sharing the couch with him restlessly shifted in place. After the second time that happened, the seventeen year old was dead certain that he had heard a low moan from the man beside him and that made him worry.

When Persia ended with his usual corny call to arms, Aya automatically turned the lights back on and illuminated a slightly rosy cheeked brunette who would have preferred to have been left in the dark.

Youthful cerulean eyes blinked twice before Omi asked innocently, "Ken-kun? Are you getting sick or something?"

"Huh?" Ken responded somewhat vacantly, then asked, "What're you talking about, Omi?"

Without hesitating, Omi reached out to lightly rest a gentle hand on Ken's forehead as he explained, "Your face is flushed like you have a fever and I was worried that you might be coming down with a cold or the flu."

Startled, Ken failed to draw away from the other boy's soft fingertips and was frozen in place as he replied, "No, no, I'm fine, Omi. Really I am."

Unconvinced, Omi leaned close and peered into his friend's darkened brown eyes with a slightly puzzled look on his face. The fact that Ken's fully dilated pupils had failed to constrict now that the lights were burning brightly once more baffled him for only a moment, but then he realized that they were simply offering a perfectly normal demonstration of a sexually aroused state.

Blushing lightly himself, Omi coughed once nervously and drew away not only his hand but also himself as he quite deliberately scooted down the couch an inch or two and murmured, "I'm glad you're not sick, Ken-kun."

Retroactively aware that the young blond sitting next to him was now fully alert to his relative discomfort, Ken felt his cheeks heat a little more. He threw a pleading glance at Yohji, but his paramour was thoroughly enjoying the smug satisfaction of such sure knowledge of his condition and offered no assistance whatsoever.

In fact, Yohji preferred to make matters worse by asking, "Say, Kenken, could you hand me one of those mug shots on the table in front of you? I want to get a good look at the scumbag we're going to hunt down."

Ken looked worried but since he didn't have a valid reason to refuse, he leaned forward and picked up a glossy sheet that held the image of the murderous bureaucrat that Weiss would be executing fairly soon. His eyelids flickered slightly as he then turned to hand the sheet to his lover. Keeping his lips tightly pressed together was the only way to stifle the moan of intensifying need that was becoming more demanding by the moment.

Grinning like the cat that ate not one but rather an entire flock of canaries, Yohji smirked broadly and said, "Thanks a lot, babe."

"Yeah, sure," Ken mumbled quickly while hoping his voice didn't sound as plaintive as he thought it did.

Manx who had been speaking with Aya near the spiral staircase in the back of the room stepped towards the seated assassins and stated, "Well, Abyssinian is in like always. What about you, Balinese?"

Yohji leaned back in his chair while affecting a totally casual attitude as he assured, "This Oda creep," he held up the image of a perfectly normal looking, middle-aged salaryman sort, "has been killing lovely, *eligible* young ladies over the age of 18, Manx. Of *course* I want in on eliminating him!"

She nodded then turned towards Ken, beginning to ask, "Siberi--" She interrupted herself and scowled before remarking, "Are you sure you're all right, Siberian? You certainly look like you don't feel good at the moment."

Finally able to reply honestly to someone's concerns, Ken let a small moan escape his lips before he admitted, "Yeah, I feel kinda weird at the moment, Manx." He studiously ignored Yohji's almost inaudible titter of amusement as he continued, "But I'll be fine later on. Count me in, too."

Despite being completely unconvinced, Manx nodded and then said simply, "Then I'll leave the case file with you boys and go let Persia know you'll get back to him when that slippery bastard is dead."

Noting that the woman had turned on one high-heeled foot intending to depart, Yohji rose fluidly so he could perform his usual ritual of walking her to her car.

But Balinese wasn't the only one of the Weiss assassins who was carefully watchful of those sharing the room with him.

When he had seen Ken's expression of dismay when he had realized that Yohji wouldn't return until after flirting with the Kritiker agent as well as having a cigarette or two, Aya intervened and stated flatly, "*I* will escort Manx out, Kudou. I think you've got other matters to attend to." The appreciative noise that Ken made was a quiet one, yet a tiny, relieved glimmer entered violet eyes as he then did just that.

Gathering all of the data on the table together and trying not to look at the other two men in the room with him, Omi stammered nervously, "Um, it will take me awhile to get started on this, Yohji-kun, Ken-kun. Uh, er, there isn't any reason you need to stay here while I do that, is there?" His normal alto lifted a half an octave as it occurred to him that they might choose to stay there to conclude their seduction considering how desperate the brunette had become.

Stretching long, sinewy arms high above his head as if to merely get the kinks out after being seated for awhile, Yohji deliberately teased the two teens with an exquisite view of his tightly packed abs and well toned lower belly as he considered the best way to reply.

As his blush deepened, Omi glanced away quickly even as Ken groaned loudly, "God *damn* it, Yohji! Are you trying to *kill* me here, or what?!"

Finally realizing that he'd taken things more than a step too far, Yohji relented and stepped close enough to offer Ken a hand to give him help getting off the couch, something the brunette wouldn't have needed if he wasn't so painfully aroused. "I'm sorry, Kenken. I was only playing."

"Sh'yeah right. As if, Kudou!" Ken snapped, but the power of his rebuke was substantially watered down by the whimper that followed it when the plug readjusted yet again now that he was standing instead of sitting.

Offering an apologetic pout, Yohji assured in a near purr, "Don't worry. I'll make it up to you really, really well in a few minutes, okay, baby?"

"Well--"

Ken's acceptance was cut short by a sudden interjection of, "That's very nearly too much information, Yohji-kun!" Omi pointed a demanding finger towards the staircase and commanded, "Not another word out of either of you until you are upstairs! Go!!"

The unrepentant twosome couldn't help chuckling as they obeyed.

Eager to be back in the privacy of their own bedroom, Ken didn't think twice about leading the way. After all, if Yohji wanted to stare at his ass all the way back, let him. It might bring things to fruition all the quicker that way.

When they crested the curving stairs, though, they were surprised to find Aya standing there alone, arms crossed angrily over his chest. The impatience in his narrowed eyes was explained when he spat, "Manx wants a damned house plant to stick on Persia's desk to remind him she is more than just his chief executive assistant."

"Oh?" Yohji replied and threw a curious look towards the open door to the flower shop.

Wanting a chance no matter how brief to speak to the swordsman alone, Ken fought back his own urgent needs and suggested, "Why not show her the new gardenias I was putting out this morning, Yohji? As fragrant as those are, he'll either take the hint that she wants some attention or he'll be driven out of his office early because of the smell and that ought to do the job."

Frowning since he didn't wish to delay fulfillment of the promise that he'd made, Yohji started to decline then noted the barely perceptible nod of Ken's head towards their teammate. With an acknowledging shrug, he answered, "Sounds good to me. I'll be back in a flash."

As Yohji vanished into the shop, Aya looked somewhat baffled by the turn of events that left him alone with one of the two men that he secretly longed for, yet he remained stoically silent about the entire situation.

Once they were alone, Ken said quietly, "Thanks for the rescue downstairs, Aya. I really appreciate it."

"It was nothing," Aya murmured and tried to turn away. A strong hand that lightly came to rest on the shoulder of his favorite orange turtleneck restrained him, however.

"Aya? Is there something on your mind that you might want to say to Yohji or me?" Ken asked in a low, earnest tone.

A faint ray of hope dared to light amethyst eyes, but then was ruthlessly extinguished before Aya muttered softly, "No, Ken. There's nothing for me to say."

"Are you sure about that?" Ken inquired even though he felt a regrettable sense of failure skimming along the edges of his arousal heightened awareness.

Unable to maintain eye contact with the brunette and not become weak in his resolve to not admit what his heart desired, at least not at this point, Aya glanced down as if his feet were suddenly of great interest. What his gaze landed on instead of the toes of his shoes, though, was the outstretched front of Ken's cargo pants and he literally choked on the sudden wave of lust that rose in his throat in response to the clear expression of his comrade's need for release.

"That doesn't sound good," Ken commented worriedly and patted Aya on the back until his brief spell of coughing abated.

"What doesn't sound good?" Manx asked as she came back out of the shop bearing a flowering gardenia that Ken himself had carefully adorned with a bow earlier in the day. Yohji was following her and had an equally inquisitive look on his face.

"It's nothing," Aya grumbled, yet threw Ken a grateful look. "Let's go, Manx. You've got things to do and I've got plants to water now that the shop's closed for the night."

"All right," she agreed and then the two of them headed for the backdoor that led to the alley.

Gallantly bowing while gesturing towards the stairs to the private area above the shop, Yohji asked, "Shall we go, too, Kenken?"

Nodding slowly, Ken replied, "Definitely. And when my blood is back in my brain again, ask me about my conversation with Aya." With a meaningful groan as he turned towards the stairs, he added, "Right now, though, I think I'm going to be the first guy ever to die of an unrelieved hard-on!"

Yohji laughed outright in response to this and vowed with a firm caress down the back seam of Ken's pants to take care of that problem very soon. The feeling of the portion of the plug that anchored the device in place brought forth a quiet growl of desire of his own.

With this impetus goading him on, Ken rushed up the stairs as quickly as the sex toy within him would allow and quite frankly he was almost past the point of caring where they were when that promise was kept. But Yohji was thankfully done being a merciless tease and the answers to where and how completion would be granted him were far nicer than the brown-eyed youth expected them to be.

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To be continued.

[Posting Run Dedication] It is with profound gratitude that I dedicate these two chapters to my dear friends at LJ.com who have supported me so wonderfully during my recent difficulties. Getting through two separate deaths in my family as well as other challenges that threatened to overwhelm me was much easier knowing that they were all there encouraging me every step of the way.

Hopefully at least a few of them will enjoy this extended prelude to what is definitely the strangest three-way lemon that I have ever written.