Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Just One Break ❯ Chapter 1 ( Prologue )

Title: Just One Break

Spoilers: None

Rating: R for sexual content and language

Warnings: yaoi, language, sexually frustrated Ken

Summary: All Ken wants is one break so he can ravage Omi.....why does everyone have to interrupt?

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss or any associated characters.

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Oh my God!!! Omi thought as reality hazed around him. He couldn't concentrate much less put together one coherent thought, Where the *fuck* did he.....Ahhhhh!!! AHHHH!!! Nnnnn...did he...LEARN!! that?

Ken smiled up at his lover as Omi writhed and moaned beneath him. The night before had done nothing to completely satisfy him. It wasn't as if it hadn't been good, though. Just thinking about it made him shiver. But, with a lover like Omi, it was hard to be satisfied for very long. Ken kept wanting more; and Omi was more than willing to oblige him. Smirking, Ken returned to his earlier actions of driving the blonde crazy. But Omi wasn't one to stay inactive for long.

With a surprising show of strength, and will, given the situation, Omi managed to push Ken off him and pin him to the mattress. Not one heartbeat later, Omi leaned down and caught Ken's mouth in a heated kiss, lips meshing together and tongues tangling. Ken made a choked purring sound in the back of his throat eliciting a whimper from Omi. Ken's arms reached up and pulled Omi closer, grinding their bodies together. Breaking the kiss, Omi gasped in pleasure allowing Ken to kiss and suck down the length of his neck.

Just as both boys' hands reached for the other's clothing, a loud banging at the door interrupted their.....intimate moment. Two pair of eyes glared at the door for half a second before the earlier actions were continued. Ken sucked at the junction between Omi's neck and shoulders fiercely and in return, Omi's fingers dug into Ken's shoulders. But the person on the other side of the door would not be denied. The knock came again, this time louder and not letting up for quite a while. Finally, growling in frustration, both boys broke apart; Ken jumping off the bed to open the door before Omi could move.

"What the fuck do you want?!" He began yelling even before he had touched the doorknob. On the other side stood a very confused Youji. Glasses slipping down his nose slightly, the older man peered at the brunette.

"Ano....you're not Omi." Was the brilliant response. Ken's eye twitched as his hand tightened on the door.

"'course I'm not. Now. What. Do. You. Want." Came the clipped reply. Looking past the angry soccer player, Youji found Omi laying on his bed looking nearly as pissed off as Ken did; and slightly more rumpled. Understanding hit Youji and he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"Am I interrupting something?" He laughed again and, before either angry boy could respond, continued, "Well, I just came here to remind Omi, and now you, Ken, that you have to work soon. So, now that you know, I'll just be going."

Youji scampered down the hall before Ken could reach out and throttle him. It wouldn't do for the ladies to see him injured. Ken's eye twitched again before he slammed Omi's door shut. Taking a few calming breaths, he turned around and was about to return to Omi's bed and more demanding activities when he nearly fell down from shock.

Omi had the bed already made and was currently rummaging through his closet for something to wear. Feeling his frustration mounting again, Ken walked over to his lover and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist.

"What are you doing?" He was hoping to sound coy, maybe even seductive. He was hoping to lure Omi back into bed and screw the shift. Well, and also screw Omi, but that was part of screwing the shift. However, Omi was either incredibly dense or he had a bigger sense of obligation. Ken knew it was the latter.

"We have work to do. We can't leave Aya-kun and Youji-kun there all day, Ken-kun." Ken bowed his head in defeat. Once Omi put -kun on the end of his name, he knew playtime was over. Reluctantly he began to withdraw his arms from Omi, only to be stopped as the boy leaned back into him and pulled Ken's arms back around himself, "Besides, if there's a slow moment today, there's always the back room, Ken."

Unable to hide the smile that was now plastered on his face, Ken just merely followed Omi to the bathroom. Well, maybe the day wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought. That thought was quickly shattered as the bathroom door was closed on his face.

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"Well, what kind of flowers do you buy for someone that's sick?" The woman asked in a whiny voice. Ken gritted his teeth and kept the smile on his face. How many times did he have to tell the woman that they had get-well bouquets already made? That way, she wouldn't have to pick the flowers.

"Ma'am, we already have some get-well bouquets made. If you'd like to pick from one of them...."

"Yes, I understand that. But, what kind of flowers do you use? I mean, what would I pick?" For possibly the hundredth time that day, Ken felt his eye twitch. Maybe it just been twitching continuously and he hadn't noticed. Pretending to fix some nearby flowers, the brunette took what was supposed to be a calming breath. She wouldn't be here much longer. She was the last customer in the shop. Then, once she was gone, for good and not coming back, not if Ken could help it, he could have some alone time with Omi. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw his lover stifling a giggle behind his hand as he watched Ken deal with the woman. Oh, the boy would pay.

"You don't have to chose the flowers. We have them pre-made so all you have to do is pick the arrangement that you like best or think your friend would like." The light bulb in the lady's head seemed to suddenly go off. She smiled cheerfully and nearly clapped her hands together.

"Really? That's wonderful. Where are they?" Finally, Ken thought, we're getting somewhere.

"They're over here." He led the lady over to one of the refrigerators and pointed out a few baskets, "See any you like?"

"Oh! They're all so nice! I can't decide! Let me think..." Forcing back a sigh, Ken turned slightly to look at Omi who was innocently resting his head on a propped up hand, innocently fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. Ken glared at him, mentally telling him to stop teasing. The boy, not hearing this plea, let his shirt slide off his shoulder slightly allowing Ken to see the mark he had made earlier that day. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Omi run his fingers over the bruise, still smiling innocently. Damn that kid.

"I think....this one. No, this one has much fresher looking flowers. Do you give discounts if we buy two of them?" The customers voice broke Ken's reverie. Resisting the urge to slam his head into the fridge door, Ken turned and smiled at the lady. He could make out the faint sounds of Omi's laugh behind him. Oh....the boy would pay.

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The bell above the door jingled merrily as the last customer left the shop. Silence filled the shop for a moment before Ken let out a loud sigh. Finally! A break. No customers to deal with, no arrangements to be made, no deliveries to be done. Glancing around quickly, Ken found Youji in the far corner working on a display that had been disorganized by customers. Back stepping, Ken felt around with one hand for the doorway to the backroom where Omi would be by now. He had seen his lover slip back there fifteen minutes earlier. He had caught the boy's eye; watched, transfixed, as Omi's tongue darted out to wet his lips slowly. Omi's eyelids had lowered halfway, making Ken's heart speed up to about ten times above normal. His fingers slid around the edge of the doorway, causing him to smile.

Score!! He thought, continuing to back peddle. So intent on not getting Youji's attention was he that he didn't even notice when Aya stepped up behind him. Seconds later, Ken found his progress impeded by an unseen object. Freezing, he slowly let got of the door frame and let his hand drift behind him and to whatever was impeding his progress, Please be Omi. Please be Omi.

But he quickly determined that it was *not* Omi behind him. Unless Omi had grown quite a bit since that morning. And, Omi's hair was a lot thicker as well. Also, unless Omi had changed his earring without Ken noticing, that dangle he was fingering should be a hoop. Steeling his nerves, the brunette turned around to face Aya's collarbone. Looking up, Ken nearly cringed as violet eyes glared down at him. An uneasy smile settled on Ken's face as he tried to wave nonchalantly at the red head.

"Yo." Good gods! Did his voice just crack? Things were really not going his way. Aya continued to stare at Ken making him uneasy. Shuffling his feet slightly, the soccer player tried to break away from that gaze and edge around Aya. His progress was stopped once more as Aya held his arm out. For a moment, Ken glared at the appendage before letting his eyes travel back to the other man's face, "What?"

For an answer, Aya held out a broom and pointed back to the shop. Reluctantly, Ken returned to the shop and looked around. It hadn't been *that* bad when he had left. Sure, the schoolgirls always tended to make a mess, but nothing to worry about at this hour. The broom dropped from his hand and bounced a few times before coming to rest on the floor.

The shop was an absolute mess.

Displays had been destroyed, flowers were laying everywhere and there was dirt and paper and leaves and just a whole lot of junk on the floor. Ken gapped at the sight before him. He blinked once, then twice, then rubbed his eyes and looked again. He was absolutely *positive* that the shop hadn't looked like that one minute ago. What the hell happened? This would take an hour or two at least to fix. Well, unless he had some help. Turning back around to ask Aya for help, Ken was amazed when he saw no one there.

"Ay--a?" He asked, hoping the older man had just hidden behind the doorway. Creeping forward, he glanced around the backroom. Nope, no Aya. He looked back in the shop. No Aya there either. How the hell did he do that?! Ken did notice, however, that Omi was in the backroom hunched over a stack of papers, "Omi?"

The blonde looked up and gave Ken a small smile.

"Hey, Ken-kun. I'm sorry about this. Aya just suddenly appeared and said that these orders had to be filled out and the books balanced." The boy sighed and raked one hand through his hair, "Maybe we can have lunch together?"

Nodding, Ken left his lover and returned to the shop. The debris on the floor went flying as Ken swatted some with the broom. Aya had just ruined their break. The one moment he had had all day to be with Omi....Aya had just ruined. This had to be some sort of sick joke.

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Lunch finally came. The customers were ushered out of the shop with a few apologies and the door was locked. Switching the sign to 'closed', Omi leaned back and smiled as he watched Ken rest his head on the counter. As quietly as he could, the boy approached his lover, slipping his arms around Ken's waist. Shifting slightly, Ken dropped a hand to Omi's arms and ran his fingers up and down them. Omi smiled and kissed the back of Ken's neck, biting the skin lightly to draw a groan out of the other boy.

"Ready for lunch?" Omi was positive Ken would find a double meaning in that question and could only smirk when the brunette twisted on the stool and caught Omi with his arms. Giving the blonde a feral smile, Ken stood and picked Omi up off the floor slightly.

"Let's go. Now." Omi nodded and allowed Ken to half-carry him while trying to catch Ken's lips with his own. Just as Ken's foot hit the stair, Youji shouted at them.

"Ken! Omi! Where are you?!" Growling, Ken proceeded up the stairs still carrying Omi. Omi, on the other hand, was torn between calling back to Youji and following through with his and Ken's plans. As Ken's lips found the bruise from earlier, Omi made his decision. He fairly purred as Ken nipped at his throat, leaning back slightly allowing his lover better access.

"Ken! Omi!!" This time, it was Aya that interrupted them. The two boys stared into each other's eyes for a moment, holding a silent conversation. Reluctantly, Ken stepped back down to the landing and made his way to the shop, with Omi still in his arms of course. It would be made known that they were being interrupted at quite the wrong time.

"What?" Youji looked over his shoulder as his teammates appeared, smirking slightly. Ken's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Youji *knew* they were being interrupted. That man would die.

"We have work to do." Aya said before holding out a list to Ken. Not willing to give up Omi for the paper, Ken eyed it.

"What's that for?" Omi twisted in Ken's arms to look at the paper as well.

"Is that..."

"Deliveries." Youji piped up before Omi could finish his question. Two pair of angry eyes turned on the blonde making him cringe slightly. "Ken and I are to do deliveries while you and Aya finish today's arrangements."

Both pair of eyes narrowed, first at Youji, then at Aya. Neither man seemed to be backing down. Already giving up on the idea of a quick fuck, Omi managed to extract himself from Ken's arms just enough so he could stand. Ken, however, was not so keen on giving up that idea.

"Why can't you and Aya do the deliveries and Omi and me do the arrangements?" He didn't even turn to look at Youji. Wagging a finger, Youji turned around with one of his suave smiles on his face.

"Because. If we let you and Omi do the arrangements, they won't get done." Without another word, Youji grabbed the list and Ken, pulling him out the door; Ken fighting all the way of course, "It won't be so bad, Ken. We can even stop for lunch. And I'll let you drive. See? Now, just stop...."

"Let me go! You asshole! I don't agree to this!! Let me go!" Omi hung his head as his lover put up a fight. Yelling could still be heard as the car doors slammed shut and the engine was revved.

"So....we're doing the arrangements..." The question trailed off as Omi turned around to find that Aya had, once again, disappeared. How in the hell does he do that?!

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Growling with annoyance, Ken yanked the backdoor open and stalked inside. Youji came bounding after him a few seconds later.

"It wasn't that bad, was it, Ken?" The blonde asked while lighting up another cigarette. Refusing to face the man, Ken pulled on his apron and went to the front of the shop. Not only had his little rendezvous with Omi been stopped, but he had to spend his whole lunch break delivering flowers with Youji. And the man hadn't shut up the entire time. Well that wasn't true. He did stop talking long enough to take a drag from his cigarette. Youji had taken them to some swanky restaurant to eat just so he could hit on the damn waitresses; it had taken nearly an hour to actually *eat* lunch. Which meant that they were late getting back to the Koneko. Which meant no chance at a little playtime with Omi.

It was safe to say that Ken wasn't happy at all.

"Ken-kun!"

"Waiii!! Ken's here too? Lucky!!"

"Can you help me with these flowers." "Ken, I wanted to know if you would to..." "Ken! I love you!" "I want to get some flowers, Ken-kun!"

The twitch in Ken's eye seemed to have suddenly reappeared as soon as he stepped within ten feet of the bustling flower shop. That's right. The crazed school girls *would* have to come by now. Looking about for some help, Ken found that the girls were also bombarding all his teammates. With a sigh of resignation, Ken plastered a smile on his face and prepared himself for a few hours of hectic work.

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"Hmmmmmm....I can't decide between the lilies and the tulips. What do you think, Ken-kun?"

"What was that?" Ken turned and looked at the girl that had snuck up on him. Huffing, she placed her hands on her hips and glared at the florist.

"I asked what you thought would go better. The lilies or the tulips."

"Oh...ummmm....I would say tulips." Just because they're easy to get, he thought as the girl seemed to think about this.

"All right. I'll take a dozen tulips then." She smiled back at Ken, leaning in just a little too close. With a quick response, Ken turned and nearly fled to the storage room. Once back there, however, he nearly tripped over his own feet. There stood Omi, framed by the very flowers he had come to get with his shirt completely unbuttoned exposing his chest and stomach to all the world.

"Ken-kun!" The blonde started at Ken's whimper. He pushed back some stray strands of hair, smiling rather coyly at his lover, "What are you doing back here?"

"You, once I get rid of this girl." Ken growled as he reached for the wanted flowers, brushing ever so casually against Omi. He bent his head slightly so his mouth was next to Omi's ear, whispering as seductively as he could, "Wait for me here. I'll be right back."

Omi nodded and gave Ken a quick, knee-weakening kiss before the brunette left. Now with a sense of purpose, Ken nearly ran back to the shop with the flowers, quickly wrapped them up and handed them to the girl. Just as he was about to ring her up, she stopped him.

"I think I've changed my mind. I'll take the lilies instead." Not wasting time, Ken took the flowers back and ran to the storage room once again. Omi was still there and it took all of Ken's willpower to not give in just yet. Confused, Omi watched as Ken tossed the tulips at him and grabbed some lilies instead.

"Ken-kun?" He didn't receive a reply because Ken was already at the door and grabbing tissue paper. Slightly put off, Omi hmphed, crossed his arms and plopped down on the floor.

"Here ya go." Again, Ken was just about to ring the girl up when she stopped him.

"Ya know, I think maybe I will stick with the tulips. I'm sorry." She gave him what was supposed to be an apologetic smile, but Ken didn't notice seeing as he was already in the back room picking up the discarded tulips. He gave Omi an apologetic look and ran back out to ring the girl up, once again.

"No, I think the lilies were best." Out came the lilies again.

"No, maybe tulips." The tulips were showed once more.

"Know what. I don't think either are working. How about some violets?" Now, both of Ken's eyes were twitching. And he was positive that Omi was even more pissed off than he was. Once more, he returned to the back room and searched for some violets.

"Ken, what's going on?" Yep, Omi was definitely pissed.

"I...the girl won't leave." Ken supplied before running back out. This time, the customer was happy and after apologizing rather offhandedly, she left. Taking a few moments to calm down, Ken returned to the back room in hopes of staying there for quite a while. To his dismay, however, Omi was already gone. Letting out a whimper, Ken slid to the ground tearing at his hair in frustration.

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Seconds crawled by at an alarmingly slow pace. Ken leaned across the counter and looked around the still empty shop. They hadn't had a customer in over an hour and yet, he still wasn't able to leave. Or, it was more like he didn't want to leave. Omi was still finishing up some paper work or an arrangement or something. It didn't really matter what it was; just that whatever Omi was doing was keeping him in the shop. Ken huffed and glared over at the other occupant in the room. Smiling lazily, Youji waved at the angry brunette. With a promise of death in his eyes, Ken continued to glare at the man.

"Ahhhh!" A yawn broke through the silence as Omi emerged from the backroom. He stole a quick kiss from Ken before heading over to the register. Not at all satisfied, Ken followed Omi and as the boy leaned down to finish a form, he pressed his body against Omi's. Moaning softly, he couldn't stop himself from moving his hips slightly, nibbling at his lover's neck. Giggling, Omi pushed back against him, hooking his ankle around Ken's to give himself better leverage. Apparently, Ken's sounds got a little too loud and attracted Youji's attention. Turning around, the playboy nearly shrieked as he took in the sight before him

Ken didn't seem to notice and only rocked into Omi a little harder, Omi pushing back just as hard. The boy's giggling had stopped, mouth left open in an 'O' shape. The hands slamming down on the table quickly brought both boys out of their sexual haze. There stood Youji, a half-alarmed, half-amused look on his face. Omi blushed brightly and ducked his head while Ken just glared at the man. Again....he was interrupted.

"While I don't mind you two getting it on, dry-humping in a still open shop is not the best place." That annoying smirk was back on the playboy's face. Oh how Ken wanted to rip it off Youji's face.....hell, just to rip anything off Youji's face would be pleasing. Yeah...and maybe ripping Youji apart while he was at it. Omi began to disentangle himself from Ken, head still hanging in embarrassment. Something suddenly seemed to click in Ken.

Aggressively, he pulled Omi to him and bent down slightly. Youji's eyes widened and his glasses nearly slipped down his nose while all Omi could do was make sputtering noises. Both yelled at the soccer player, but for different reasons. A second later, Omi felt the world spin and ended up finding himself slung over his lover's shoulder. With one last glare at Youji, Ken marched out of the room.

"Ken? Ken!! Put me down!! Stop this...Ken!!! Ahhhh!!!"

"What about me? I can't stay here by myself!" Youji called out to the disappearing figures. Without stopping, Ken called over his shoulder...the one without Omi on it, "Like I give a fuck."

Exasperated, Youji listened as a door above the shop opened and closed. There was the sound of furniture being shifted and soft cries of pain. Shaking his head, the playboy returned his attention to the shop. Kids these days never knew the pleasure of....well, pleasure. The cries and sounds stopped for a moment, then returned with a new intensity. Youji nearly tripped over his feet as the rhythmic thumping and shouts from above registered in his brain. Damn....they sure worked fast.

Just at the sounds of sex were fading, the bell jingled merrily announcing a new customer. Without turning around, Youji greeted them.

"Yo, Aya."

"Ken and Omi are...."

"Upstairs. You'll hear them soon enough." And true to Youji's word, moaning was heard and the thumping began again.

"Should we tell Ken it was his day off?" Smirking, Youji turned around and slung his arm over Aya's shoulders.

"Maybe one day."

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AN: Why is this coming out so quickly after Life/Love? ^^ Because I had this finished before and was waiting for Kelly's B-day to come around. So this is Kelly's fic. Meaning, she can do with it what she pleases. No archiving unless you ask her. And if you're wondering about all those scenarios...I've had them all happen to me. So that's why I was able to write it so quickly and so accurately ^^