Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Interruptus ❯ Glimpses of Things to Come ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Interruptus [chapter 4/4]

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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Roughly ninety minutes after being summarily dismissed by their youngest teammate, Yohji and Ken returned to the basement to see how Omi was coming along on sorting out the details of the assignment that had resulted in such a spectacular afternoon of sex.

As he stepped off the final riser of the spiral staircase, Yohji asked, "What's with the long face, Omiitchi?" Sauntering towards Weiss' expert data analyst, he continued, "Did our nice simple mission get complicated as hell *already*? That usually takes longer than a couple of hours elapsed time."

Startled by the unexpected voice since he'd been totally absorbed in his work, Omi jerked upright in his chair and then sighed, "I certainly hope not, Yohji-kun, but it's not going to be as easy as Manx made it seem earlier."

Following his lover and doing an excellent job of concealing his lingering soreness, Ken inquired, "How so? Do you think maybe Kritiker's got the wrong guy in their sights?"

"No, not at all, Ken-kun," Omi replied with a frown. "It's just that--despite physical appearances to the contrary--Oda is easily one of the most cunning monsters that Weiss has been sent after so far. It's going to be awfully hard to pin him down long enough to assassinate him without getting caught ourselves."

Waving a hand in the air dismissively, Yohji remarked, "Well, that just means you've got more of a challenge than usual, oh mighty 'Computer Genius Hyphen Tactician'! Ought to be fun for you to have to get creative on this case if you think of it from the right perspective."

Omi offered a terribly atypical snort before responding, "Yeah, right, Yohji-kun! 'Fun' is not the word that I would've chosen for this situation!" He absently rubbed at the bandage which covered his bullet wound for a moment, then amended with another frown, "Then again, I could always see if he's much of a computer user. Maybe I can take that approach and see if I can come up with something different from our usual strategies…" The lilting alto trailed away as inspiration hit and he suddenly began jotting himself notes on a pad of paper.

Chuckling, Yohji ran his fingers through damp waves of dark blond hair as he commented, "See? What did I tell you? You just needed to think outside the box, bishounen."

"Speaking of things in boxes," Ken interjected as he collected a dirty paper plate that Omi had left on the coffee table after a snack to help him get through the data analysis, "I don't want to be stuck eating lukewarm pizza from the delivery guy again tonight."

"But I like the leftovers from those," Omi complained while continuing to work diligently.

Ken tossed the plate along with the uneaten pizza crusts that were on top of it into the trashcan meaningfully while replying, "We know that, Omi, but leftover Chinese or Italian or whatever we can go out to get at a *real* restaurant will have to satisfy you tomorrow. I've had a long day and I want some real food for a change."

"A 'long day', Kenken?" Yohji teased as he peered over the top rim of his omnipresent sunglasses. "Really? And here it is barely after sunset. What could you have been up to that was 'long' today, hm?"

The green-eyed man's leer said too much and his lover punched him on the arm for it, too. The clearly defined limits they placed upon themselves behind closed doors certainly didn't hold sway in public and the younger member of the couple was far from submissive under circumstances such as this.

With an unsubtle yelp of surprise, Omi felt his face warm and he refused to look at his friends as he growled, "Almost too much information again, Yohji-kun!" When there was no response, he hazarded a glance over his shoulder and caught the elder blond rubbing his upper right arm and comically pouting at Ken who was obviously not about to forgive and forget so easily.

Stifling a tiny giggle, Omi finally answered the earlier question by saying, "I don't think I can go out to eat tonight. I've got a *ton* of homework for school and this new case needs to be wrapped up ASAP if we don't want another lady's corpse on our hands."

"That's too bad," Ken sighed, then added, "But you *will* promise to stop and eat if we bring you carry-out later, right? I know you get wrapped up in your work--not to mention all that chatting you do with that kid you like so much online--but if we bring you food, I'm going to see to it that you eat it while it's still hot!"

Cerulean eyes rolled skywards and then Omi smiled gratefully as he said, "Yes, Mama Hidaka, I promise to eat when you bring me something later."

Yohji chortled helplessly, "'Mama Hidaka'! Too funny!" Literally holding his stomach as he laughed, he almost missed something of significance, but after his chuckles fell to mere murmurs of mirth, he inquired archly, "And just what is this about a special friend online, Omiitchi?"

The lad's earlier blush which had faded to almost nonexistence flared back to life and Omi hid his face behind a printout as he stammered, "Um, uh, er, it's nothing, Yohji-kun. Just a kid I met in a chatroom that has a lot of the same likes as me. You know, like computers, and video games, and anime, and, um, stuff like that." The rosy flush on his cheeks bespoke far more than just a few shared "likes" and Yohji practically pounced on the revelation.

"Oh ho!" Yohji exclaimed and moved closer to his youngest teammate as he demanded, "How is it that your good pal 'Dr. Love' here is the last one to hear about this? I'd have thought you would've come to me for advice in matters of the heart. I'm crushed!"

"It's not *like* that, Yohji-kun!" Omi insisted even though his flaming cheeks implied something else entirely. Something that the wire-wielding assassin read as guilt as well as a white-hot case of puppy love or possibly even youthful lust.

"Like hell it's not," Yohji replied in rapidly darkening tones. He was going to finally ask straight out if there had been any fraternizing with the enemy but was forestalled by a hand alighting on his wrist. He glanced at Ken who wordlessly promised to ferret out more information if only he would drop the matter for the moment. Arching a brow in curiosity, he asked, "What's up, Ken?"

Breathing a soft sigh of relief, the brunette replied, "Why don't you go see if Aya wants to join the two of us for dinner, Yohji?" His cocoa-hued gaze held a deeper meaning as he added, "Might be nice to get out, just the three of us, you know?"

"Hmmm…" Yohji murmured then shook his head slowly as he answered, "I doubt he'll agree to come, Kenken. But since *you* asked me to extend an invitation, I'll go do that."

"Thanks." Ken smiled gratefully as his lover headed back up the staircase.

Then, with far more subtlety than his partner could have employed under the circumstances, Ken used mundane and rather boring conversation to lull the archer into a false sense of security about the relationship matter. Of course, he was simply saving the topic for later when he would indeed sit down and make sure Omi not only ate the meal they would bring but he would also face a mild interrogation that would ultimately reveal very little.

Meanwhile, Yohji was approaching the peaceful interior of the flowershop with his signature catlike stealth.

The verdant-eyed sleuth hoped to be able to observe Aya without being observed in return for at least a few moments before engaging him in conversation. The idea that mere watching would tell him everything that he wanted to know was out of the question, of course, but if he could gain at least a small amount of recognizance data, Yohji would gladly take it.

Across the large room stood his prey and Aya's dejected body language combined with an occasional sigh of unhappiness indicated that he certainly wasn't thinking of the potted plants that he was over watering at the moment.

While taking what he hoped was a steadying breath, Aya let his eyes slip closed for a moment. Letting the air out of his lungs in a low moan, he reprimanded himself by saying, "I've got to stop torturing myself this way. What I want isn't…"

Yohji strained his ears to hear his teammate's words, but when the sentence that he was certain would give him at least part of the answers that he craved simply trailed off unfinished, he felt like screaming. Before his frustration could grow further, however, he decided to use what little had been unintentionally offered to him and he stepped into the shop fully as he inquired, "What you want isn't what, Aya?"

The swordsman's back straightened in a flash as he spun to face the intruder, spilling water all over the shop's floor in the process. Quickly closing the adjustable nozzle on the hose, Aya snarled angrily, "What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me, Kudou?!"

Unfazed by the redhead's ire, Yohji diverted course enough to grab a mop and bucket as he replied, "I wasn't 'sneaking up' on you, Aya." He nonchalantly began cleaning up the other florist's mess as he explained, "I was just coming to ask you something, but when I overheard you talking to yourself, I was curious about what you'd said."

"Thanks," Aya muttered offhandedly in acknowledgement of the assistance, then said more loudly, "What I was saying was none of your business, Yohji."

Gladly noting the change in the form of address, the elder of the pair nodded yet answered, "Maybe yes, maybe no, but unless I know what you were talking about, I can't say for sure."

"Then you can't say for sure and that's all there is to it," Aya grumbled before going back to his briefly forgotten task.

"True enough," Yohji accepted without further argument.

Quiet settled over them for a few minutes as Aya pretended to focus on watering plants while Yohji set aside mop and bucket before going over to ostensibly double-check the gift enclosure cards on display by the cash register.

While wandering around the shop checking on their stock after assuring himself that there were plenty of tiny cards available for their customers, Yohji was deliberately waiting for Aya to break the silence between them. The longer the younger man remained quiet, the more time there was to observe his reactions and it was all too clear that Aya was behaving abnormally. There was a nervous lack of grace in his motions as he moved around the room that telegraphed his growing ill-ease.

Finally unable to remain composed under the wordless green gaze that always slipped aside when Aya caught Yohji watching him, the willowy swordsman shut off the hose for good and demanded, "Did you come here to ask me something or not?"

Shrugging as he reached for a wilted blossom that was detracting from the appearance of a rainbow-hued container of alstroemeria, Yohji replied with feigned forgetfulness, "Oh, that's right. It almost slipped my mind that Ken asked me to invite you to come out to dinner with us." He chuckled quietly as he tossed the dead flower into the trash before continuing, "He says he's tired of pizza and wants some 'real' food. And here I thought teenagers *never* got tired of pizza."

"True," Aya agreed with a dismissive shake of his head since he, too, had grown weary of their recent pitiful excuses for evening meals. Yohji's hope for success was then dashed as he added, "An actual meal would be good, but I'm not sure that I can spare the time since I've got quite a few bouquets and arrangements to make later. Is Omi going with you?"

Frowning, Yohji replied, "No. He's got homework and wants this newest bastard Persia's ID-ed taken down in a hurry, so there's Weiss crap to do, too."

Aya nodded thoughtfully and looked like he might still accept the invitation until a vivid recollection of his earlier sinful behavior hit him and brought with it a sense of shame as well as an undesired sudden flash of arousal. Guilt caused his eyes to be downcast as he said, "I see. Well, if you don't mind bringing us both some carry-out later, that should be fine."

Disappointed but also wary of the change that had come over his comrade so suddenly, Yohji urged, "But it's so much better when the food is fresh and hot, Aya. We can even go to your favorite Spanish place if you like. If I remember correctly, Tuesday is paella night."

Feeling shamed by the fact that someone he'd been fantasizing about so crassly was now being so kind to him, Aya literally turned away from Yohji as he took down some vases from an overhead shelf while answering, "No. Thanks anyway. I really need to get some work done."

Even though he disliked this particular outcome, Yohji accepted it by saying, "Well, all right. Here, let me give you a hand with that." Aya's acknowledging grunt was all the encouragement that he needed to step close enough to grab the last pair of vases that were needed for later use. After setting them onto the work bench, he said, "I'd better go tell Ken that we're the only ones going out after all."

"Don't forget that you two have to open the shop tomorrow," Aya muttered automatically while trying to avoid Yohji's searching gaze. He was also trying to avoid the realization that being alone with the enticing man who figured so prominently in his almost daily ritual of self-gratification was causing a predictable yet unwanted response in his own body.

"We won't forget."

Aya was so focused on not looking at his teammate that he was caught completely off guard when a long-fingered hand suddenly brushed at a spot of potting soil on the bib of his apron. With a sudden gasp of pain as Yohji's fingers unwittingly moved across the nipple that had been so carelessly abused earlier in the day, he slapped the offending hand away harshly while exclaiming, "What the hell?!"

Startled emerald eyes blinked innocently then caught the briefest of motions that indicated Aya had very nearly given in to the instinctual desire to caress his own injured chest just to make sure that the damage wasn't too great. But the pale hand fell away before the revealing gesture could be completed.

Glittering amethyst eyes filled with a mixture of guilt, pain, and anger glared at him as Yohji belatedly explained, "Take it easy, Aya. There was just some dirt on your apron." His hands were held upright before him in the universal sign of surrender, yet he cocked his head to the side and added, "What did you *think* I was trying to do?"

"How the hell should I know, asshole?!" Aya snapped in an effort to cover his lapse of control. After snatching off his apron and slamming it down onto the workbench, he stormed out of the shop without another word.

Left alone to ponder the other man's strange behavior, Yohji pulled off his sunglasses and chewed on the tip of one of the bows for a moment before commenting thoughtfully, "I wonder…"

Yohji was fairly certain that he'd felt the hardened nub of an erect nipple lurking beneath Aya's clothes and that was certainly something worthy of note. He silently cursed the apron that would've concealed other more infallible signs of physical desire, but then he set that particular annoyance aside as nonproductive.

Hearing Aya's angry footsteps echoing above him, Yohji's lips pursed together in contemplation as he pondered how to determine whether he and Ken both were far more right than they'd dared to imagine. When a sudden thump indicated that Aya had flung himself down with atypical force into one of the chairs in the kitchen, he slowly began to smile.

"Well, well, well," Yohji mused quietly. "I do believe there is one *very* agitated Abyssinian above me at the moment. Perhaps it's about time that I dig into my old bag of private investigator's tricks and see if I can compile enough evidence for Kenken and me to be sure that he wants what we think he does. Doing the old horizontal tango in bed as a trio just might be the answer after all."

An actual shudder of anticipation ran down Yohji's spine as a previously unacceptable fantasy of his own burst forth fully formed within his imagination.

Far more bewitching than he might have thought it would be a priori, the image of his redheaded teammate thrusting into his brunette lover's willing body sprang immediately to mind. The combination of Aya's alabaster flesh poised above Ken's suntanned back with the younger of the two of them on all fours literally brought a groan of need to Yohji's lips.

Then the image shifted and it was Aya with his ass in the air while Yohji slowly sank into him even as the swordsman's mouth worshipped their younger lover's genitals with great care and skill. The blond could practically hear Ken's screams of delight echoing in his mind as he imagined how expertly the Weiss field leader might be able to use his lips, teeth, and tongue to deliver pleasure.

Reality's icy blade then stabbed itself into Yohji's awareness and he muttered unhappily, "But what if Aya's a goddamned virgin?" He ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair unhappily, then grumbled, "I really *hate* breaking in virgins under ordinary circumstances, but I guess I'll make an exception for him if I have to. If ever there was a guy *very* badly in need of getting laid, it's our resident redhead with the bad attitude."

Deciding to take his soliloquy outside so he could have a smoke before collecting up his partner to go out for dinner, Yohji stepped out into the alley behind the flower shop. A streetlight shone down on him from above, like a garish spotlight on an idol singer and he quickly lit his first cigarette in far too long.

Prior to becoming Ken's lover, Yohji had had no compunctions against forcing a sated partner to tolerate the smoke of a post-coital cigarette or two while still in bed. But the nineteen year old youth who meant more to him than he ever admitted aloud was still growing and he refused to subject him to the long-term risks of secondhand smoke when in such close quarters.

Taking a hard drag on his cigarette and then holding the smoke inside his lungs, he savored the cancer-inducing burn while awaiting the calming effects of the nicotine.

Eventually he blew out a thin ribbon of smoke and muttered softly, "One thing's for damned sure, though." His eyes darted from side to side and then he vowed to himself if to no one else, "If we're right about Aya and everything falls into place, there better be no goddamned interruptions when we finally get him into bed with us! 'Interruptus' was fine this time--Ken 'n me aren't newbies at having sex together--but nothing short of full 'coitus' will be acceptable when we tumble our new playmate!"

Emerald eyes flashed and there was a threatening gleam in them as he growled, "Absolutely *nothing* had better get in our way!" There was more than a hint of danger in Yohji's voice as he completed the solemn oath. "If Abyssinian needs to get laid but good, Siberian and I are the ones to do it for him. By the time we're finished with him, he'll be a helluva lot less tense and miserable, and that'll be good for Weiss as well as for each of the three of us."

Confident in his assessment of the situation as well as his predictions for the future, Yohji nodded once more to himself and then wordlessly finished his cigarette. He ground the spent butt beneath his heel, then turned and went in search of his partner already making plans that would be put into motion much sooner than he thought.

The lanky blond wrongfully assumed that he had at least a full week to determine whether their scarlet-haired teammate wished for a non-platonic relationship with them or not. However, the adrenaline rush of a successful mission combined with an unexpected near disaster would change all of that in only three short days.

What Yohji could not plan for, however, were some of the shocking revelations that would come to pass on the night that Oda Hiroyuki was brought to justice. After all, Fujimiya Ran had brought more than one secret with him when he joined Weiss under a new name and his comrades were far from prepared to face at least one of them.

~owari~

Author's End Notes:

[1] This fic is dedicated to all of the kind souls who have been so patient with my muses and me throughout the creation of "Neutral Territory". I had no idea that bringing that particular vision into focus would be as arduous as it has been, but perhaps a nice little lemony break now will get everything back on track soon.

[2] In case it wasn't blindingly obvious, yes, there is a true threesome sequel already in the works for this rather odd tale. The continuation of this new continuity with higher angst and even more lemon than has been included so far is entitled "Coitus" and supportive feedback for this story will no doubt aid in its creation.

[3] Muse Credit: This story was brought to you by Erato, Melpomene, and the rarely heard from Thalia. Calliope, my muse of epics and arcs, gets a quiet nod of thanks for the fact that "Coitus" is already outlined and underway.

[4] News regarding fanfiction, anime, manga, and more can be found on my page at LiveJournal.com. Look for username "e_sama" to find out what my muses are doing and to see if the stories that interest you most are either under construction or are even being considered.