Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Picture Perfect ❯ Picture Perfect ( Prologue )

"Koneko no Sumu Ie, how can I help you?"

"Ahhh...is Ken-kun there?"

"Omi?"

"Yes, Y-Youji-kun?"

"Been a long time since we've heard from you. "

"Ahh....y-yeah. Youji-kun, could you put Ken-kun on? I need to talk to him."

"Bout what? Didn't he just see you last night?"

"Y--th-that's none of your business!!"

"Ah, I thought so. He did come home rather late, and looking a little frazzled."

"YOUJI-KUN!!"

"All right, all right. He's right here....Ken!"

"Hello?"

"Ken-kun!"

"Omi! Hey, what's up?"

"Look....ahhh...Ken-kun....could you come by after work? I have something I want to show you."

"Huh? Show me? What's th---YOUJI!!"

"Ehh?"

"Nothing...after work? Sure, I'll be there. YOUJ----"

~~~

Ken whistled softly to himself as he hurried down the halls, a few people nodding and smiling as he passed them by. There were the occasional few that scowled and glared at him, thinking he would keep them passed closing. Ken, however, paid them no heed. He was focused on getting to his destination as quickly as possible, which just happened to be not soon enough. Growing, slightly impatient with the long halls and winding corridors, Ken hefted the bag he was carrying over his shoulder and began to jog. He was yelled at by a few people and barely managed to miss the cart that started rolling out of one of the offices. Groaning to himself, Ken wondered why his blonde lover hadn't chosen to get an office on a lower floor; and closer to the front as well. Finally, after what Ken deemed to be the longest hallway ever, the doors to Omi's office appeared.

A large grin broke out on Ken's face as he slowed down, regaining his breath and casually waving to the secretary as he carefully opened one of the doors. Thanking whoever maintained the building, Ken slipped into the large office as the door opened and closed soundlessly behind him. Omi was turned away from Ken, gazing out one of the windows. For just a moment, Ken chose to admire the younger man. After a few months apart while Ken had straightened himself out, they had just gotten back together. Youji and Aya knew, of course. And dammit, they had even taken bets on how long it would take. Thankfully, they hadn't told the two newbies yet. Ken didn't feel comfortable around them yet and he definitely didn't want them to know he was sleeping with their boss. That would not turn out well. But, Ken could tell Youji was waiting until he could tease Ken in front of everyone; the playboy would not be one to let such prime material slip by.

However, what the future held was the farthest thing from Ken's thoughts at the moment. His brow furrowed with concern as he watched Omi. It was safe to say that the blonde had seen better days. He looked tired, worn out, and Ken wondered if it was the best thing for him to be there. Moving forward silently, the brunette reached out and swiveled the chair Omi was sitting in around. A gasp escaped from the younger man as he clutched at the arms of the chair. The gasp quickly changed to a moan as Ken lowered his face to Omi's and captured his lips in a fierce kiss. Wiry arms wrapped around the brunette's neck as Omi pressed into the kiss, demanding more. Their lips caressed each other, sliding easily as tongues flicked out to meet every other moment. Slowly, reluctantly, the two men pulled apart, their breathing heavy and quick.

"Mmmm...that was nice." Omi remarked, resting his forehead against Ken's shoulder. The brunette nuzzled his lover's hair for a moment, grunting his agreement. They pulled apart once more, gazing into each other's eye. The moment was broken when Ken spoke up.

"You had something you wanted to show me?" An impish grin spread across the younger man's face, reminding Ken of their earlier days in Weiss. Slipping out of the chair and around Ken, the blonde scampered across the room motioning for his lover to follow. Giving Omi a weak smile, Ken followed obediently, "What is it?"

"Well," Omi began, rummaging through the coat closet in the room, "the other day, I was looking for something...moved some stuff around....and...found....this!" With that exclamation, a video camera and tripod were produced which made Ken blink in response.

"And?" he prompted. Omi stood on his toes for a moment to give Ken a quick kiss.

"And...I got to thinking." The tripod was set and the camera placed on top as Omi continued, "I can use this to give you missions again, just like Persia did for us. But, we can also have a little....fun with it."

"Fun?" Ken didn't miss the blush that spread across Omi's face as he ducked his head, becoming engrossed with hooking up the camera.

"Well, you know. Don't you?" Omi looked up at Ken shyly from behind blonde bangs. Ken was floored; he never thought his lover could be so...kinky. A goofy grin spread across his face and he wrapped his arms around Omi's slim waist.

"Sounds good to me." Omi giggled as Ken nipped at his neck, pulling the brunette over to his desk.

"Do you like the idea?" A short laugh was the blonde's answer as Ken ran his hands up the man's back.

"Is that thing on?" Nimble fingers quickly undid the buttons of Ken's shirt as Omi shook his head.

"No...it's not. No tape...used the last one....for...mission." Those were the last words the blonde got out as Ken's lips descended on Omi's once more. Or, the last coherent words.

"Unnnn...ahhh!! K--Ken!! AHHHHH!"

~~~

Groggily, Omi made his way over to the video camera and pulled out the tape. He quickly wrote Rex a note explaining he wouldn't be in but to show the tape to Weiss; the information packets she needed would be on her desk. Wincing slightly as he stretched, Omi padded back over to Ken and nudged him.

"Ken-kun, time to go." Omi's hand was just swatted away as Ken rolled over, burrowing as much as he could into their clothing. Groaning in frustration, Omi knelt beside his lover, leaning over enough so his mouth just barely touched Ken's ear, "If you don't come with me, I'll lock you in here and you'll have no sex for the next week."

One brown eye opened lazily as Ken rolled onto his back, "What'd ya say?"

"No sex for a week." Both eyes snapped open and Ken glared up at Omi.

"You wouldn't dare." Ken responded even though he was already putting his clothes back on. Grinning triumphantly, Omi dressed as well, stopping every now and then to nuzzle with the older man.

~~~

"Oi!! Ken!! Wake up. Rex is here! 'Che...damn guy." Crushing his cigarette on his way to the mission room, Youji glanced back up the stairs only to hear a loud thump. That's gotta hurt, he thought, continuing on his way. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Youji saw that Rex was already waiting. The playboy grinned sheepishly and took his spot next to the staircase. Clearing her throat loudly, Rex began with the briefing.

"Weiss, here is your mission. Persia was unable to send the mission himself, so instead he sent a tape." She tapped the tape on her shoulder as if to emphasize her point, daring anyone to oppose her. Content with the cooperation, she placed the tape in the VCR and pressed play.

At that moment, Ken stumbled out of his room, yawning loudly. Why in the hell was a mission briefing scheduled this early in the morning? Omi was never this cruel. Ken paused for a moment, blinking quickly. Oh, right. Omi wasn't at work today. Slowly, Ken padded his way towards the mission room, hoping that the whole thing wouldn't be too long. It was his day off, dammit, and he wanted to enjoy it. Also, there was always the possibility of spending more time with Omi; Ken grinned happily at that thought. Wondering if they had started the briefing without him, Ken hurried across the room and to the door leading to the basement. However, upon opening the door, sounds of disgust or complaining did not greet Ken. Instead it was...

'Oh my GOD!!'

"K-Ken!! Ahhhhh...unnnn...Ken---KEN!!" It couldn't be. Omi wouldn't make a mistake like that. The steps were taken two at a time as Ken rushed down into the room. The sight that greeted him was, indeed, not that of a mission. On the wide-screen were he and Omi doing things that were....much less than innocent. No one moved when Ken fell down the last few steps, loudly voicing his pain. Though, that might have been because the sounds of both his and Omi's cries were echoing quite well in the room.

"Oi, Ken. You've got guts. But I only give you an 8....you lost points with stamina." Youji commented, taking a drag from his cigarette. Not moving from his position of lying face down on the floor, Ken whimpered in response. From over by the couch, Sena's voice piped up.

"Is it actually possible to do it *that* way?"

"Shut up. That's stuff you don't need to know." Kyou responded, reaching over to cover the boy's eyes while still keeping his on the screen.

"Hn." Came Aya's response.

"But seriously! Kyou! Is it actually possible? I didn't think people could twist that way." The boy pulled at his friend's hand, glancing back and forth from Kyou to the screen.

"That reminds me. You *gain* points for still being able to get him in that position."

"Shut up. You'll understand when you're older." Kyou reached for Sena's eyes once more. Ken whimpered into the floor once more, still not deigning it necessary to move. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Rex slumped against the wall, passed out from blood loss. Dammit.

The moans from the tape increased in volume making Ken cringe. Oh...please no, he thought, pushing himself off the floor just enough to watch the screen....and fell back once he had had a good view of the show. Oh my god...they can see everything.

"Yep, good view I must say." Youji commented once more, glancing at Ken quickly.

"Hn." Was Aya's remark.

"Seriously, can normal people do that?" Sena turned to look at Kyou for a moment. Kyou's attention was still riveted to the screen.

"You don't need to know that answer."

"Hmmm...Omi sure has grown. Wouldn't you say, Ken?" Finally having enough, Ken jumped up and lunged at Youji.

"Shut up!! Just shut up!!" The playboy dodged his friend's attack, still not taking his attention away from the TV.

"Maybe you can get Omi to help you with your endurance problem. Don't you think so, Aya?"

"Hn."

"But, Kyou. Wouldn't it hurt? Wouldn't the table dig in?" Kyou's eye twitched slightly as he pushed on Sena.

"Go to bed. Go watch some Disney movie." Ken lunged for Youji once more, finally managing to tackle the tall blonde.

"Shut up!!" The brunette cried desperately.

"Hn." Was all Aya said. Suddenly, Sena turned and leaned over the edge of the couch, watching Ken and Youji duke it out.

"So, that's what our boss looks like?" Youji managed to pin a wiggling Ken down long enough to answer and light another cigarette.

"Well, sorta. Just change the red, sweaty face and messed up hair to that of someone not having their brains screwed out and...yeah. That's him." Ken seemed to accept his defeat and went limp beneath Youji, whimpering into the floor every odd moment. The comments continued as Ken was forced to listen; his technique criticized, Omi's flexibility remarked about *many* times, and even his the timing of his thrusts was not left out.

"Can't you just leave me alone?" The brunette begged, banging his hands against the floor like a child. Youji poked at the back of Ken's head, still not having moved from his back.

"We're only trying to help. But, if you want to make the boss angry by giving him a bad orgasm...that's not our fault." And Ken whimpered.

~~~

"Ahhhh, Rex. I didn't expect you so early." Omi beamed at the Weiss handler as she sauntered into the room, "Was the report ready?"

"Yes, it was." Rex coughed politely behind her hand, covering her mouth. She handed the manila envelope she was carrying to the new Persia and quickly left the room. Wondering at the woman's behavior, Omi pulled the contents of the envelope out and began to flip through them. A blush spread across his face, deepening as he paused to read through the "report". Each and every paper he had were notes from Weiss excluding Ken. And each and every one of them contained comments about a certain show they were given after the mission briefing.

Oh my god, Omi thought, burying his face in his hands. It couldn't be...

"KEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!"