Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Interruptus ❯ Three Men, Two Lemons ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Interruptus [chapter 3/4]

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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Lemon Disclaimer: Kindly note that in the Real World, "safe" sex should be practiced at all times. However, this is an "Enigma Yaoi Romance Lemon" and all bishounen in question are hence magically protected against the dangers of sexually transmissible diseases, therefore they can skip the condoms -- and they know it!

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Moving as efficiently as they did when on an assignment for Kritiker, the couple didn't waste energy on speaking as they entered their bedroom.

Ignoring the sound of Yohji closing the door behind them, Ken was about to reach for the hem of his tee-shirt intending to rid himself of it. Instead, he let out a soft yelp due to being literally swept off his feet before being carried to the bed which was still rumpled from their interrupted foreplay.

"Into bed with you, my lusciously handsome bishounen!" Yohji growled in a sexy tone that brought a shudder of anticipation to his partner.

"But, Yohji--" Ken tried to interject since he wondered why they weren't divesting themselves of their clothing as quickly as humanly possible. His domineering lover, however, had plans other than simply withdrawing the sex toy and replacing it with something better.

"No 'buts', Kenken," Yohji warned in the low, throaty growl that always made Ken mad with desire. His long fingers were quickly and efficiently opening the fly of the impeding cargo pants even as he explained, "When we're in our bedroom, you're all mine to do with as I please, remember?"

"Oh, god, Yohji," Ken moaned. His head fell back against the pillow as he felt cool air washing over his heated length when Yohji quickly pulled both pants and boxers down enough to free the trapped erection that was now thoroughly glazed with precum.

Running his emerald gaze over the wet head of his lover's cock, Yohji murmured, "Ah, what a delicious sight…" His words trailed off as he wrapped one strong hand around the pulsing shaft, then bent over his partner's body and brought the broad tip close to his lips. His tongue darted out and swept across the weeping slit hungrily.

All Ken could manage was a low groan of pleasure before his manhood was devoured to the root prior to being offered the fastest, hottest fellatio of his short lifetime. He was so completely lost in the haze of pleasure that Yohji was showering upon him that he never felt his pants and boxers being removed, yet the moment his legs were free, his thighs spread themselves automatically.

The brunette writhed as orgasm rushed towards him and when the blond began to gently twist the safety bar on the butt plug back and forth, the tide broke.

"Oh, fuck, *yes*!" Ken shouted as his spine stiffened, his back arching off the bed as thick gouts of seed rushed forth from deep within himself only to be hastily drunk down by his partner.

Continuing to suckle upon the throbbing flesh that was pulsing rhythmically in his mouth, Yohji enjoyed the thick bitterness flowing across his tongue in slowly decreasing amounts. He knew Ken would regain his fully aroused state rapidly--that was one advantage of having a lover at his sexual peak--so it didn't bother him at all that he himself had yet to be given any relief.

When the jets of wetness in his mouth fell to mere spurts, Yohji pulled away and straightened with an affectionate smirk as he asked, "How was that, baby? Feel a little less tense now?"

Panting for breath, Ken nodded gratefully. When he could breathe enough to speak again, he remarked, "Yeah, I feel less likely to die any second now, but you've got to admit it's just a little kinky to get a blow job while half-dressed and with a lifeless chunk of plastic in my butt."

Considering how new their relationship truly was, this wasn't as odd a comment for Ken to have made as it sounded to Yohji who laughed quietly and replied, "Ken-doll, if you think *that* was 'kinky', you and me have a *long* ways to go in bringing you up to speed! You won't know *real* kink until I take you down to my favorite bondage club, the B 'n G!"

"The what?" Ken asked nervously not even sure he wanted to hear the reply. Some of his lover's more daring sexual tendencies frightened him on a level that he hadn't felt since his first lover had betrayed him so brutally.

With an evil grin, Yohji explained, "The Bound and Gagged, Kenken!" The smirk faded into a gentler smile as he added, "It's hotter than hell, but I won't take you there unless you ask me to." He then eased some of the sudden expression of fear from wide chocolate eyes by leaning close and kissing Ken lightly, sharing the taste of the teen's own release with him.

The kiss that began sweet slowly became hotter, deeper, and more participatory. Two tongues battled delightedly even as a stealthy hand slipped under the brunette's tee-shirt in search of already pebble-hard nipples to torture.

Continuing to play the role of the exceptionally submissive partner, Ken obediently refrained from doing the same to his lover's chest. Instead he contented himself with lightly caressing the side of Yohji's neck and encouraging him to continue laying waste to his mouth even as the attention to his torso began to heat his blood once more.

Eventually the inconvenient need for oxygen pushed them apart long enough for Yohji to rapidly strip naked before pulling Ken into a seated position to do the same for him. As he tugged off Ken's shirt, he asked, "By the by, baby, did you want to talk to me about Aya now or shall we let that wait for later?"

Having the plug shift inside him when he changed positions on the bed added to the renewal of his desires and Ken shook his head as he said, "Later, okay? Right now there's a piece of plastic where I want a piece of you and I'd rather stay focused on that."

"Oh? You would like me to screw you blind now, baby? Is that what you want?" Yohji teased gently even as he eased Ken back down onto the pillows before moving to kneel between legs bronzed by many days spent in the sunshine while coaching the neighborhood soccer team.

"Y-yes," Ken stammered since he retroactively realized that he had been too forward and was risking another extended period of torturous delay.

With a subtle shake of his head, Yohji assured, "Then that's exactly what I'll do for you, Ken. I'll give you a really good, hard fuck to make up for being such a prick downstairs, all right?"

Letting his eyes slip partially closed in gratitude, Ken sighed, "That would be perfect."

"No, you're what's 'perfect' here," Yohji disagreed even as the fingertips of one hand caressed the renewing erection that glistened wetly in a thatch of rich brown curls before him. He then slid his hand down to fondle a pair of velvety spheres even as his other hand played with the bar of the dark red plug before pulling it out little by little.

When the narrow neck of the plug pulled through the ring of muscle that had tightened slightly following his orgasm, Ken moaned softly. It was nothing compared to the increasingly urgent gasps and groans that the wider portion of the toy brought forth, noises that easily blocked either man from hearing stealthy footfalls in the hallway outside their room. The sharp cry that the very widest part of the plug wrest from his throat easily concealed the sound of a doorknob clicking shut and then being locked in the room adjacent to theirs.

Unaware that Aya had quietly slipped back into his own lonely bedroom and was currently able to hear their every utterance if he so chose, the two lovers exchanged a few more words of mutual admiration while the plug was being fully removed and then set aside. The toy would be cleaned properly later, of course, but the surprising circumstances surrounding the next time it would be employed were a total mystery to them both at this point.

Retrieving the tube of lubricant from the drawer, Yohji remarked, "That was drop dead sexy the way you reacted to that plug coming out of you, Kenken." He frowned as he slicked the fingers of one hand as he added, "Almost made me want to slam into you without more lube, but *that* sure as hell wouldn't have been acceptable."

Fully aroused once more and definitely not in the mood to be patient, Ken whined, "Why not? You said that damned teasing little thing would keep me ready to go, Yohji."

Shrugging as he slathered lube onto the stretched opening that he ached to fill, Yohji answered, "The lube on the plug wasn't enough to make you able to take *me* in, honey. I would've thought you knew that by now." Any further discussion was forestalled as a trio of slick fingers suddenly dived past the entrance, penetrating far more deeply than the toy could go.

"Gods!!" Ken cried out as his partner pumped his fingers in and out only a few times prior to moving to lavishly slick his own previously untouched erection.

Yohji manfully choked back a groan of pure need as he finally felt delicious friction on the sensitive skin of his amply sized manhood. Far more generously endowed by nature than any man had a right to hope to be, the former playboy was more than well equipped to deliver on his promises of satisfaction.

The brunette's loud moans of pleasure carried easily through the walls of the upper floor of the Koneko. In so doing, they concealed the rasp of a zipper being opened in the room next door as well as the gasp of pleasure that followed when a hilt-callused hand eased a semi-stiff shaft free from its fabric prison.

In spite of the incredibly quiet sound of enjoyment, Aya truly loathed himself for what he was about to do.

The very idea that he was actually giving in to the temptation of deliberately listening in as his sexy teammates made love to each other was bad enough. The fact that he was going to seek relief from his own pent-up needs while doing so utterly disgusted him on one level. But it was the only way he could vicariously share in their relationship and Aya would take the mere crumb of happiness that he could get under those conditions rather than continue to starve for inclusion.

Standing close to the adjoining wall with his pants hanging open at the top and his boxers shoved down enough to expose his burgeoning arousal to the air, the swordsman began stroking his cock from base to tip. He used far less care than he would have used if Ken or Yohji had allowed him to do the same to either of them and, oh, how he wished that he could be allowed to do so.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing he longed to do with his two attractive coworkers.

Aya's fantasy life had become a rich one ever since the pair had chosen to share one bedroom instead of switching off between two. Their almost daily and/or nightly seductions--when not on assignment for Kritiker, of course--gave Aya more auditory stimulus than he really needed, yet he was grateful for the room arrangement all the same.

Most often Aya's dreamlike imaginings when his teammates were entertaining one another intimately matched whatever they were doing. For example, if he'd been in his room when Yohji was performing fellatio on Ken, he might've imagined himself in either position or he might even have explored the more daring desire to kneel between them both and service them each in turn until they exploded with lust.

At the point things were at presently, however, Aya could only barely bite back a groan of need as he pulled forth a vague memory from his second year of high school when he had taken his first and only lover.

The fact that the redhead who still went by his birth name at the time had chosen a male partner wouldn't have surprised anyone who knew him very well. Ran was incredibly close to his beloved little sister, Aya, and he had a hard time looking at any of his female classmates without superimposing her likeness upon them. The idea of exploring the realm of sexuality with someone who reminded him of his sibling was abhorrent to the willowy boy, hence a strapping young man was his intimate partner of choice as opposed to a delicate young lady.

Unfortunately, the broad-shouldered upperclassman who had claimed the future assassin's virginity hadn't been as knowledgeable, as skilled, or as gifted as Yohji was by any means. Hence Aya's recollections of sex weren't as pleasant as they might've been had it been the experienced sensualist who had brought him into full awareness of himself instead of an inexperienced boy.

The ill-fated relationship hadn't lasted more than a fortnight, but it had at least taught Ran the most basic precepts of homosexual intercourse and intimate play. Even though his experiences hadn't been as good as Ken's were, he believed that he knew how wonderful the brunette was probably feeling thanks to Yohji's fingers readying him to be claimed.

Of course Aya had no idea that when and if he could actually find himself in Ken's current condition, he would be in for quite a surprise.

The upperclassman of years past couldn't hold a candle to Yohji with regards to performance, endurance, stamina, and simple girth. Then again, the difference between sharing intimacy with a sole partner versus sharing the same with two magnificent men was substantial and Ken's presence would have made it all the more fulfilling and pleasurable.

Needless to say, Abyssinian was apt to be in for a mind-blowing adventure should he ever find himself in bed with Balinese and Siberian.

Trying to focus on his own sensations, Aya trapped his now hard shaft in one hand and caressed his balls with the other. The pad of his thumb glided over the head of his cock repeatedly and he wasn't surprised when it finally came away wet.

The small dab of precum brought a rarely used bottle of lotion to mind, but he refused to give himself extra enjoyment by adding any lubrication to the mix. He felt that he deserved the mild pain that came from overindulgence in dry masturbation as if it was some kind of bizarre penance for his sins. Swallowing a groan, Aya let his head loll back as he pleasured himself slowly while trying to stay in synch with the couple in the adjacent room.

The creak of a mattress alerted him that things were about to intensify for his teammates, and Aya strained to hear what was going on.

Laying on his back and gasping for breath once again, Ken felt Yohji gently grip his right ankle and then lift the leg so that it rested upon his left shoulder above the mysterious tattoo which served to remind the blond of a past that he could never forget. Ken's other leg was then placed around a finely chiseled waist and offered wordless invitation to wrap tightly around it for leverage.

Bending forward and threading the fingers of his right hand through chocolate waves only once, Yohji asked, "Ready for that nice, hard screw I promised ya, baby?"

The eavesdropper's barely suppressed moan in response to this went unheard thanks to Ken's enthusiastic acceptance. "Absolutely!"

"Good," the blond rumbled sensually before warning, "Hold on tight then!"

Ken's legs each sought greater purchase even as he felt the bulbous tip of his lover's cock pressing demandingly against his entrance. With a strangled cry, he felt the broad dome pushing its way past the loosened rosette of muscle and then ramming its way in deeply on the very first thrust.

"Yohji!" Ken cried out as the flared tip of his partner's thickness penetrated him followed by a hot, thick rod of engorged flesh.

On the other side of the wall, clenching his teeth tightly to hold back a similar cry as his own passions burned more brightly, Aya increased the speed of his fist up and down the length of his arousal. Without thinking about it, the hand that had been fondling twin spheres enshrouded in velvety skin moved upwards to slip beneath the hem of his turtleneck seeking an already hardened nipple which he proceeded to abuse careless of the fact that his chest would be sore later.

In the swordsman's mind's eye, it was the hand of a florist only slightly younger than himself caressing his sensitive nipple and an older one who was expertly urging his erection towards completion. As the noise of the others' lovemaking increased, Aya's fantasy heated enough to include the phantom pressure of a thoroughly male stiffness being pressed against the back of his opened pants.

Of course, he'd never seen Balinese in a fully aroused state or that imagined organ would have been half again as large as his daydream made it. It was probably just as well that he wasn't completely aware of how incredibly good Ken was feeling at the moment, there was only so much unresolved sexual frustration even Abyssinian could handle.

Meanwhile, in the room on the other side of the wall that Aya was now leaning against for support, Yohji was keeping the promises that he had made to his partner.

Both lovers were panting for breath as narrow buttocks shifted backwards, dragging the ponderous invader partially free of the tight channel that was grasping it in rippling constrictions as muscles loosened and adjusted to its presence. Keeping his vow, Yohji then snapped his hips forward once more, ramming his thickness deeper on the second stroke than on the first yet was still unable to sink in fully.

An exultant scream of pleasure tore its way past Ken's lips and demanded without words for more of the same even as Yohji's hand wrapped itself tightly around his trembling, weeping cock. His partner in their erotic dance was more than pleased to deliver and soon they were moving one against the other in a driving rhythm whose beat carried easily through the wall into the next room.

His mouth hanging open as he silently panted for breath, Aya strove to push himself to the limit in tempo with his teammates. The hand steadily jerking up and down on his throbbing length moved with a sureness granted by too much recent experience.

Violet eyes were clenched tightly closed and for the moment, Aya tried to convince himself that he actually was in the room with the other two men. Within his fantasy, it was Yohji's hand masturbating him far more skillfully than he himself was. Making the daydream all the more intense through some miracle of physical improbability, the lanky blond was able to grant Aya release even as Yohji thrust repeatedly into Ken's bottom.

When he enhanced the scenario with shared looks of desire and affection amongst the threesome, however, Aya almost lost control completely.

What he truly needed even more than he needed sexual gratification were the feelings of love and support that had all been ripped from his life two years in the past by the man who was now his greatest enemy. The very idea that Aya might somehow find acceptance and then receive even the smallest amounts of any form of love from either Yohji or Ken--he never let himself dare for receiving the same from both--was more appealing than anything else he could imagine. Thus, when his fantasy had taken on the emotional aspect that he craved so badly, it had almost destroyed his restraint.

Silently cursing himself, Aya forced his eyes back open and he stared at the featureless ceiling while listening to Ken's wordless cries of pleasure, sounds that indicated completion was about to strike.

Grunting with effort, Yohji continued to push Ken higher and higher by thrusting deeply while stroking the teen's throbbing shaft with a firm, demanding hand. When he had decided the time had come for release, he pulled back until he had practically disengaged, then commanded, "Now!"

Slamming in with the greatest force he'd allowed himself to use during their intense coupling, Yohji was finally able to penetrate Ken completely and was rewarded with a howled rendition of his name.

Unaware that he'd screamed aloud, Ken was lost in the throes of orgasm. The fiery tightness within himself had exploded up and outwards in a gout of pearlescent wetness erupting from within the curl of Yohji's fist. His back arched up off the bed and stiffened even as his world went white with pure sensation.

"Yes!" Yohji growled in triumph as contractions of silken inner walls stroked him and brought him over the edge in a rush. Buried deep inside his lover's trembling body, his cock gave forth a river of seed which in turn coursed deeper still, renewing his mark of possession on the former goaltender.

On the other side of the wall that adjoined the two bedrooms, Aya joined them in the fall into the arms of bliss, yet he did so utterly silently. His temporarily sightless eyes remained locked on the ceiling even as the first pulses of cum jetted out of himself only to be captured by a Kleenex that he'd grabbed mere seconds before orgasm struck.

If he could have seen himself standing there leaning against a wall and tugging on his own length as completion rolled through him, Aya would've been even more disgusted with himself than he already was. The fact that it was just an uncaring piece of paper that had captured what his fantasies would have had elsewhere was simply pathetic and he acknowledged that as the last of his release soaked the tissue.

Feeling the firmness in his hand become slightly flaccid, his knees became equally weak and then Aya allowed himself to slide down the wall before coming to rest on the floor, a process he wrongly assumed had been a noiseless one. He sat there with his knees raised, pants dangling open, and the soaked tissue negligently in hand. His tired head lolled backwards, resting against the wall as he guiltily listened to the lovers' quiet post-coital moments and wished yet again that he could share them.

Agonized amethyst eyes slowly sank shut but they failed to do so before a single hot teardrop broke free and blazed a sorrowful trail down a pale cheek. The sated swordsman didn't even bother to wipe the tear away. No one could see that he was crying. Worse, no one cared as far as he knew, so why should he?

On the other side of the wall, cuddled together in their utterly disheveled bed, Yohji and Ken had been wordlessly renewing their unspoken vows of love with small kisses and tender touches. But when a strange noise caused emerald green eyes to narrow and shift towards one side of the room for a moment, curious brown ones peered back in silent inquiry.

Motioning with his head towards the wall which ran between their room and Aya's, Yohji replied without speaking and then lifted an inquiring eyebrow.

Ken followed the gaze, then looked back in confusion.

Maintaining the wordless nature of their conversation for fear of being overheard, Yohji lifted one cum-sticky hand and made what would have been a very rude gesture if it had not been a sincere inquiry concerning someone that they both cared about.

Seeing his partner mimicking masturbation in midair, Ken frowned and shook his head once, then paused and shrugged instead. He had to admit that it wasn't completely impossible that Aya might chose to eavesdrop and participate from afar. The Weiss field leader wasn't getting any sexual relief in any other way that Ken knew of, so perhaps it wasn't out of the question. It did, however, add a level of urgency to the discussion that he would have with Yohji when they went out for dinner later that night.

Choosing to end the "conversation" that Aya was blessedly ignorant of, Ken tilted his head up and received a kiss before flopping back on the pillows and exclaiming, "That was *great*, Yohji."

Agreeing to drop the subject of the man who they rightly assumed was listening to them at that very moment, Yohji replied confidently, "Damned straight, Kenken!" With a sexy groan as he stretched recently tense muscles, he added, "We have *got* to do that again sometime! You're perfect plug fodder, baby! Just thinking about putting it in, watching you cope, and then getting it out again makes me feel like I'm going to be rock hard again in five minutes!"

With a soft snort, Ken replied, "Then *don't* think about it, Kudou! My ass is sore enough as it is now and we both need a shower."

"Pragmatist," Yohji accused fondly, then sighed, "But I promise never to do that to you before a mission briefing again, babe. I know now that was just fucking cruel of me since you *are* so incredibly responsive to one and I apologize."

"Apology accepted," Ken assured with a tired wave of a hand that then lightly caressed Yohji's small, silver hoop earring. In his mind, he was thinking of a long golden one instead and if they weren't afraid of being overheard, he might've been so bold as to wonder aloud if Aya might wish to be considered for such treatment someday.

As if he could read his partner's mind, Yohji turned towards Ken and offered a serious smile that promised change was on the way if that was indeed what their comrade wished for.

When his teammates' conversation came to an end, Aya drew in a deep breath and then silently pulled himself away from the wall before rising gracelessly. Without a thought, he tossed the sodden Kleenex into a trashcan and then glanced disgustedly at his limp flesh dangling from his open pants. With a shake of his head that caused his scarlet eartails to dance against his cheeks, he went about the sad task of cleaning up after such a solitary sex act.

Eventually, Aya would slip back out of his room and then go to water the plants in the Koneko while trying diligently not to hope that the two lovers might wish a repeat performance later that night as they sometimes did. He was rapidly becoming addicted to the faux threesome which existed in his fantasies as well as the heady rush of release. That didn't help him forgive himself for his sin, of course, but it dulled some of the pain that had previously been his constant companion.

A little bit later, the two thoroughly satisfied lovers were unaware of his departure, but they weren't surprised to pass the open door of Aya's empty room en route to the large communal bathroom at the end of the hall. They had much on their minds and there was a long evening ahead of them, but all of that could wait until after they'd had a shower.

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To be concluded.