Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Portrait of an Assassin as a Young Man ❯ Enters Yohji ( Chapter 2 )

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I am just playing with them, OK? I won't ruin them… much. Come on it's just for a `good' laugh…

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PART 2: Enters Yohji

Two year after our first meeting Omi and I got two more team-mates in a matter of a few months. That was the beginning of the end really…

I forgot to tell you something important, though. In the meantime my Bombay kitten and I had started a very satisfying physical relationship.

One wouldn't have guessed it but under that innocent blue-eyed boy guise was a real sex maniac, and a satyr to boot.

> Omi is pacing in the kitchen of the apartment complex above the Koneko. He can be heard mumbling to himself, "Not even Doctor's Hanamura most potent concoction can calm me these days… I have to find a way to work out some frustration."

A towel wearing Ken passed through the kitchen on his way back from the bathroom. Before he can make it to his door, though, a wild eyed Omi has grabbed his towel and has thrown it on the fridge cackling "You'll do!!"<

(A.N. The rest is omitted in respect to this writer's sanity since the thought of Omi *with anyone* is enough to make me squeaky.)

Not to say that I didn't enjoy it, nor is it my intention to complain but still I was always ravished thoroughly and never cuddled… It was almost enough to make me feel used. Not to mention the difficulties I faced to keep from wincing in pain when walking and the agony that playing soccer or sitting entailed after such an encounter.

Anyway, I was always sure back then that it was just Omi being too passionate and in love with me to stop screwing me.

But one horrendous day Manx, our Kritiker contact, came into the shop looking particularly solemn, following in her wake the lanky playboy who made my life Hell.

Kudoh Yohji was an extremely attractive lanky pole of a man with shoulder length honey blond hair and sparkling green eyes. I knew that on the looks side there could be no possible competition. But I was sure that Omi wouldn't give into mere lust in the face of the deep and abiding love we shared.

> A few days after his arrival a golden haired sex god is alone in the shop with a faintly nervous Omi. The boy hasn't been getting any in the last few hours as Ken has gone away to watch a soccer match in Kyoto.

"You look good today bishounen! Want to have a little fun?" drawls lazily the devious playboy while making a scene of leering at Omi's exposed legs.

"Why not Yohji-kun," answers a suddenly fevered-eyed Omi before pouncing on the unsuspecting playboy in the middle of the shop without any care for the open door.

Their lips lock together and they start kissing passionately. But then the heavy tread of sneaker shod feet approaching the shop is clearly heard and the two would be lovers break apart hurriedly, trying to conceal any sign of their recent almost romp.

As they start occupying themselves with the orders a flushed Ken enters the shop with a slightly sheepish grin pasted on his face. "Guess what?" He asks while scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, "the train to Kyoto leaves at 8.20pm and not am… So mmh I will be going later I suppose…" <

But in my assessment of the situation I hadn't accounted for the slut's experience. And that proved to be a costly miscalculation as the bastard did manage to trick his way into poor innocent sweet Omi's pants. And I was left with my heart broken.

> The evening after Ken's departure for the game in Kyoto a nearly naked Omi is busily necking a somewhat incredulous Yohji while trying to rid the man of his sprayed on leather pants.

The teen's fingers snap open the button and go to work on the laces holding the fly together.

Having succeeded in his first goal, the horny youth grabs a tube of lubricant to prepare his entry and changes his angle of attack to the playboy's mouth.

Now positively freaked, the older blond tries futilely to murmur something which sounds suspiciously like "Wait a minute kiddo, I don't do bottom…" through the lip lock Omi has him in. But his protest if not unheard is at least ignored.

While the two blonds are thus pleasantly, at least for one of them, engaged, a distraught ex-soccer player has gotten back from the train station, having just remembered that the game was scheduled for 19.10 so that taking a train to go and see it at 20.20 was totally useless.

Having had the possibility of indulging in his first love frustrated, the man is now looking for his boyfriend and hoping that getting some TLC will make him feel better. Having uselessly searched the whole of the house the soccer fanatic decides to try the mission room.

So it is that as a young diminutive blond forces, under the menace of a poisoned dart, his elder team-mate on his hands and knees kneeling behind him, with obvious `naughty' intentions, a pair of wounded brown eyes looks on the scene incredulously.

In his rush to quit the room and reach the safety of his bedroom, hopefully unseen, the resident klutz manages to trip on a rung and rolls down the stairs to crash noisily onto the mission room floor.

Two pair of light coloured eyes, one baby blue and one emerald green, watch in shock from their compromising position on the couch the bruised brunette.

Let momentarily free by a slackening of the teen's grip, Yohji catches the ball in his court, so to speak, and rushes out of the mission room all but stepping on the prostrate Ken, leaving behind his scattered clothing in his haste to reach safety from his would be ravisher.

While he hurriedly climbs the stairs two rungs at a time he can be heard muttering "Never, EVER, flirt with genki chibi sex demons!!!"

With his prey out of his grasp, a flushed and faintly peeved Omi tries to explain the situation so as to still get some…

"Ken-kun," whispers lovingly a dishevelled Omi, "it wasn't what it seemed. I was just checking Yohji-kun's behind for… erm… hemorrhoids[1]…" <

Omi tried bravely to take blame for the slut's actions; also he let me down very gently in order to reduce the strain in the team. In spite of his efforts, I saw all too well how things were and the tension couldn't help but build up between me and the man-whore, especially as he and Omi became a steady item and my chibi started to neglect me completely.

> A terrified Yohji runs out of the shop at the end of his shift as far away as possible from a determined and horny Omi, bumping smack into a depressed, half dressed Ken coming out of the bathroom.

Eying cautiously the incoming sex demon in close pursuit, the older blond decides to feed the dumb jock to the `lion' in order to make good his escape. Interposing the boxer clad soccer player between himself and the overtly lusty teen, the playboy runs as if he had the hounds of hell on his heels to his room and closes, locks and barricades the door behind him.

The sex starved teen looks up and down the yummy piece of meat before him before deciding to make do with the material on hand.

Half an hour after any `suspicious' noise has died out, a very careful chain smoker dares to take a peek out of his room to see a tangle of limbs just outside of his abode.

A completely out of it Omi lies on top of an almost crying Ken. The older teen keeps repeating "only once?!!!!" [2] over and over and seems to be in shock.<

TBC…

End of 2/5!

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Author's Notes:

[1] Lamest excuse ever… Not even Ken will fall for this one.

[2] Only once? Lilla no hentai! smacks self =^.^=