Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Private Dancer ❯ Surreptitious Glance ( Chapter 4 )
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By: buenagirl 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.28.2009 | Updated On: 06.28.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.28.2009 | Updated On: 06.28.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
Surreptitious Glance (Chapter 4)
Yohji sat at the bar sipping on his drink as he watched the dance floor. He took a glance at his watch and noted that it was already midnight. He once again brought his eyes back to the dance floor in a futile attempt to locate Ken in the mass of bodies that gyrated and swayed to the music.
“So, I hear that you’re the lucky man tonight.”
Yohji turned around and smiled at the bartender. “Yes, I consider myself to be very lucky indeed,” he said giving the man a light smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t be this lucky if not by the help of a dear friend.” Yohji stated accompanied with this trademark wink.
“So now we’re friends.” The bartender leaned into the bar slightly. “Wow, you move pretty fast. Don’t you?”
Yohji laughed at the comment. “Well, we might as well be friends since I plan on dating Aya. And you -- well, you’re very close friends with his bodyguard.” He replied with a grin on his face.
It was the bartender’s turn to be caught off guard. “I see,” the man replied as he mulled over the implications of Yohji’s knowledge and of how the blond could have gained such knowledge.
“Well, since we’re friends now and all, we might as well learn each other's names. Don’t you think?” He extended his hand to Yohji. “I’m Botan, but my friends call me Bo.”
Yohji accepted the handshake. “Yohji,” he said shaking Bo’s hand for a few seconds. However, as he attempted to release the man's hand Bo did not release his grip. “Is there something wrong?” He inquired very aware of the serious expression the bartender wore.
Bo leaned closer to Yohji as he spoke. “Let me tell you a little rule we have around here, Yohji. Yes, Bruno’s my boyfriend but as you can see, we kinda keep it private.”
Yohji’s brows creased as Bo squeezed his hand a little harder.
“And if you’re going to date Aya, you’ll have to do the same. Can you even imagine how many hearts you’ll break if these people find out that Aya has a boyfriend?”
Yohji did not like the turn the situation was taking, but decided to go along with it being that he was now part of this circle.
“Well, the same goes for me. I need to look available to the customers and in turn business is good. You understand, right?”
Yohji slowly nodded in agreement.
“Now, for Bruno this is not too hard. He knows that I’m here at the bar and the most that could happen is someone trying to touch me or flirting; which is basically harmless, but with you…”
Yohji continued to stare down into Bo’s eyes as the man squeezed his hand even harder.
“With you and Aya it’ll be very different, Yohji. You see, if you decide to date Aya, you need to make sure that you can handle what he does.”
Yohji once again attempted to free his hand, but the man had a vice grip on it.
“Can you do that, Yohji? Can you handle what he does? You’re not the jealous type, are you?”
With one last pull Yohji was finally able to free his hand from Bo’s grip, but did not take his eyes off of him. Originally, he thought that the only person he had to contend with in order to be with Aya was Bruno, but apparently this was not the case.
Yohji took a breath before answering. “No, not at all,” he said as he ground his teeth in annoyance knowing that he had to deal with such a situation. “I can handle this or I wouldn’t be trying this hard to get to him.”
The bartender pushed away from the bar. “Good. That’s very good. Because Aya doesn’t deserve that again.” The latter he said as he turned and walked to the other side of the bar to tend to a customer.
Yohji had not been expecting such a change in attitude from the bartender. Every time he had been in contact with the man, he had always been extra friendly and hospitable. But just now, he had witnessed yet another man who seemed to be very protective of Aya.
He gulped the rest of his drink down and turned around on the stool as he looked over the dance floor. Yohji thought about what Bo had said in relation to Aya. If he was connecting the dots, the protectiveness that both Bo and Bruno exhibited towards the younger man was understandable.
It was becoming apparent to Yohji that Aya’s mixed responses to his advances could be attributed to him being involved in a bad relationship. The redhead was obviously attracted to Yohji, but at the same time had been shy – no, Aya was scared.
Yohji turned around to see where Bo was, but the man was gone. He turned back around to the dance floor to see if he could see Ken as he wondered what Bo’s comment could have implied.
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Ken felt like the luckiest man alive. He had been dancing with Omi all night and the young blond seemed to really be enjoying their time together.
He loved the way Omi ground his backside against his groin. Ken was half hard which the blond surely knew; however, it did not impede the guy from rubbing against him even harder. As a matter of fact, it seemed that the young blond was enjoying the fact that Ken was getting hard just from their dancing.
Ken took a hold of Omi’s hips and pulled him towards him even further which caused the blond to throw his head back in enjoyment. The brunette took the opportunity and went for the younger man’s exposed neck.
Omi closed his eyes as he let a number of moans and groans escape his lips at what Ken was doing to him. He could feel the man's erection against his back side. Omi smirked at the fact that he was getting Ken exactly where he wanted him.
Ken continued to work the younger man's neck; kissing and lapping at the salty skin. His body felt fevered and suddenly the entire room became hotter. His hair was wet and clinging to his forehead. He slipped his hand under Omi's t-shirt to find the boy's slick, heated skin.
He gripped the young man's jaw and turned his face to him in order to claim Omi's mouth. He immediately sealed his lips to Omi's in a hungry, wet kiss. Ken pushed his tongue in almost desperately in order to get a better taste of the younger man.
Ken was fully hard by now. He thrust his tongue deep into Omi's mouth and was rewarded with a muffled moan which took the last of his control. The hand which grip the blond's jaw released and travelled its way to the front of Omi's jeans where he found that the younger man was fully hard as well.
Overtaken by lust and desire, Ken once again thrust his tongue as deep as he could go. He accompanied the motion with a thrust of his hips which elicited another moan from the younger man. At that very instant, Ken knew that he had to have Omi.
Suddenly, he felt the vibration of the cell phone at his hip which snapped him out of his covetousness. Opening his eyes, Ken realized where he was as he found a number of admirers greedily ogling upon their very public affections. Groaning, he gradually slowed their fiery kiss until they were both gasping into each other's mouths.
At that very second, his cell phone vibrated again and Ken reached for it to find that Yohji had been texting him for the past thirty minutes.
"Is there something wrong?" Omi asked as he turned around to face Ken.
Ken smiled and gave the blond a light kiss on the lips. He decided that it was time to cool down as things were going a little too fast for his comfort. “Are you thirsty?", he asked the blond hoping that the younger man would concede and he could get some time to compose himself.
Omi gave Ken his best smile. “Not right now. Let’s dance some more.”
Ken gave Omi another short and gentle kiss as he put his cell phone away. “Let’s get something to drink first and then we can come back and dance again.”
Omi leaned so that he could talk into Ken’s ear. “Why don’t you get yourself a drink and I’ll be waiting for you right here. You don’t mind if I keep dancing. Right?”
Ken pulled away from Omi so that he could see his face. Although he did not want to leave the younger man on the dance floor, he also didn't want his possessiveness to scare Omi away either. “I’ll be right back. You sure you’ll be okay by yourself?”
“Of course I’ll be okay. You can see me right from the bar. I'm not going anywhere.”
Ken gave Omi one last kiss before he headed towards the bar.
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After five failed attempts to get Ken to answer his texts, Yohji was happy to see the man emerge from the dance floor. However, he was curious to see him alone. "Where's your Boytoy?" He asked jokingly.
Ken signaled the bartender before he answered. "He's not my Boytoy and he is waiting for me on the dance floor," he clarified as he turned to make sure he could see Omi from the bar, which he did.
"Well, I'm glad that you're having fun." Yohji said as he took a swig of his drink.
"What will it be lovely?" The bartender asked Ken with a wink and a smile.
Ken smiled back. "Yeah, let me get a Vodka and Red Bull and get him a shot of the Livet."
Yohji raised an eyebrow at what Ken ordered. "Wow, its going that well?"
Ken nodded as he once again checked the dance floor for Omi.
Yohji followed Ken's line of sight to see the younger blond still dancing on the floor. "Well, my night is also going well. I need you to take Seven for me," Yohji said as he reached into this pocket for his car keys.
Ken gave him a questioning look.
Yohji was not about to fess up about Aya just yet. "I'll tell you more later, just make sure you take good care of her." Yohji handed the keys to Ken. Taking advantage of the bartender bringing them their drinks, he quickly changed the subject. "So eighteen, huh?"
Ken took a few gulps of his drink before answering. "Yup." He turned to the dance floor once again ensuring that he could see Omi. "I've never been with someone so young before, but this kid definitely has my attention."
He continued to watch Omi dancing and wondered why he was so attracted to the young blond. Although Ken was twenty-one years old, he had always dated people of his age or even older. Omi was the exception. They had hit it off since they first started talking at the bar some hours ago. Omi was just exhilarating. Really, there was no other way to better describe him.
“Wait until you get to know him, Yohji. You’ll see why I’m so captivated," he said with a smile as he turned back to Yohji while gulping down the rest of his drink.
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Omi was watching Ken closely from the dance floor. He had liked Ken since he first saw him at the bar. He had purposely elbowed him to get his attention. That was how Ken and he started talking. Omi smiled knowing that Ken was in his grasp.
When he and Ken had been furiously making out, there had been a number of people watching them. Omi had enjoyed seeing their lustful faces; especially, the one guy that was currently staring at him at the edge of the dance floor.
This was perfect. Ken had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Omi may look innocent, but he was about to let Ken in on his little secret.
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“Just make sure you bring Seven back in one piece, and no more drinking after this one,” Yohji exclaimed making sure Ken did not forget how protective he was of his car.
“Don’t worry, man. You know I’m responsible," Ken smiled as he took another gulp from his current drink which was his second or maybe his third.
"Actually, I’m glad to have the car tonight because Omi rode with a friend from college. He was telling me earlier how he hadn’t seen the guy for a few hours. So, I was going to ask you if we could give him a ride. But now, I can take him home myself.” Ken said with a bright smile on his face as he looked back in Omi’s direction.
Yohji noticed how Ken’s expression immediately changed and looked towards the dance floor. There was a man grabbing Omi very inappropriately. He turned to the brunette knowing what his reaction was going to be.
Ken’s eyes got wide as he watched this man force himself on Omi while the boy struggled to get him off of him. “What the fuck -- ” Ken’s tone was hoarse with rage as he jumped off the bar stool, shoving people off as he rapidly moved towards Omi's aid.
Yohji's hope of ending the night on a good note immediately evaporated. He followed Ken to the dance floor to make sure the brunette didn't fly off the hinges and hurt someone.
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Omi had been dancing with his back towards Ken while he moved his hips from side to side seductively. He was not only dancing for Ken, but also for the guy who intently watched him from the edge of the dance floor. He very discretely signaled the man who -- not expecting the invitation -- looked confused for a moment, but quickly recovered and walked closer to the blond.
He felt exhilarated as the man circled around him once and then came to a stop right in front of him. “Hi there," Omi greeted the man in a knowingly childish manner. "Wanna dance with me?”
The man looked over Omi’s shoulder towards the bar where the brunette was sitting. “Won’t your boyfriend be upset if I do?”
Omi threw his head back in laughter. “He’s not my boyfriend. We were just dancing together. I noticed you were watching. Do you want to dance with me like he was?”
The man glanced back to the bar making sure the brunette was still talking to the blond, then looked back at Omi.
The predatory look in the man's eyes was irrevocable and although Omi knew better, he just couldn't help the thrill of being the recipient of such lust. So, he gave the man his best demure expression completely aware of what the result would be as this was not the first time he had tempted someone with such an act.
Without a second thought, the man closed the distance between them wrapping his arms around the youth.
Omi's initial startled expression to the man's grip changed to a pure adrenalin rush knowing that Ken was watching what was happening.
He felt the man's hands slowly slide down his back until they were vigorously grabbing the globes of his ass as the man pulled him closer to his body. His heart was beating so fast. He was scared, but he was also excited.
Omi could feel the breath of this man stirring the hair over his forehead. Warm lips brushed his temple and he knew that he should stop. He should not provoke the situation any further, but the words escaped him before he could catch them. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked without looking at the man’s face.
The man pushed away from him trying to look into Omi’s eyes.
“If you do, then you have to come get it,” Omi said as he placed his hands on the man’s chest.
The man leaned forward in an attempt to kiss the blond, but Omi leaned back. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that. What’re you waiting for? I’m right here,” Omi taunted.
The man once again leaned over to kiss him and Omi just turned his head to the side while pushing on the man’s chest.
Annoyed with the teasing the man grabbed Omi’s hair and pulled his head back. He looked straight into Omi’s eyes expecting to see panic or alarm, but instead the blond had a smirk on his face.
“That’s more like it,” Omi said as he licked his lips.
The man couldn’t take it anymore. Leaning forward and holding Omi’s head in place by the grip of his hair, he ravaged Omi’s mouth.
Omi tried pushing the man away or moving his head to the side, but the man tightened the grip on his hair. All he could do was let out a moan in dismay and hope that he had read Ken right.
“Get off of him you fucking bastard!” Ken growled as he reached for the man’s shirt to pull him off of Omi.
As the man let go Omi almost fell to the floor, but Yohji caught him before he did.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ken barked at the man’s face while still grabbing him by his shirt.
The man just looked from Ken’s face back to Omi’s and then back to Ken as confused as ever. “I’m sorry, I thought…”
“Well you thought wrong, you asshole!” Ken bellowed as he pushed the man away from him and towards the crowd.
The man struggled to maintain his balance as he continued to frightfully stare at Ken.
"You son of a bitch!" Ken lunged at the man once again, but arms encircled his torso and pulled him back. "Let go of me, I'm going to kick this fucker's ass!"
In Ken's current irate condition, Yohji was struggling to contain him. "Get the fuck out of here, you stupid fuck. I can't hold him much longer," he yelled at the man who immediately sped away at the warning.
Wanting to diffuse the situation, Omi ran to Ken and also encircled his arms around the man to try to control him. "Ken, please stop it. I'm right here. Please, stop it," he began to sob not expecting Ken to react so violently.
As soon as Omi hugged him, Ken stopped struggling with Yohji and began to calm down. Hearing Omi's tearful pleas, took the rest of his energy away from him. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
Not finding any resistance to his hold, Yohji set Ken free just in time as Bruno and another bouncer approached them.
“He scared me, Ken. He wouldn’t let me go and I tried to get away, but he…” Omi explained as he continued to sob against Ken’s chest.
“Is there a problem here?” Bruno exclaimed as he looked from Yohji to Ken to Omi and back to Yohji.
“No, everything’s fine. Just a little misunderstanding.” Yohji provided.
“Is he okay?” Bruno asked pointing in Ken and Omi’s direction.
“Yeah. Like I said, it was just a misunderstanding.” Yohji watched as Ken rubbed Omi's back.
“Alright," Bruno said as he turned away but not before he gave Yohji the 'once over'.
Yohji shook his head as he looked at Ken questioningly.
“It’s okay. It’s over," Ken answered to both Yohji and Omi as he hugged the younger blond hard to his body.
“Can we go upstairs? I don’t want to be around all of these people right now,” Omi pleaded as he cuddled closer to Ken.
Yohji let out the breath that he had not realized he had been holding. “Just take care of him,” he said as he motioned for Ken to go upstairs to the loft.
Ken nodded in understanding. "Come on. Let’s go.” Ken pulled gently, directing Omi towards the stairs.
Yohji waited until they reached the top of the stairs before he headed back to the bar. He pulled his cell phone out in order to take the time. It was just past one in the morning and he was counting the minutes until he was able to see Aya at three. His nerves were fucked to hell. He needed another drink. As he sat on a bar stool, he signaled Bo and hoped that he could swindle a free shot from him again.
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Ken sat in one of the loveseats in a secluded corner of the loft as he pulled Omi to sit on his lap. The blond straddled his lap as Ken continued to run his hand up and down Omi’s back in an effort to comfort him. Omi was still buried under Ken’s neck and chin sobbing quietly. “Shh…it’s okay. I've got you now.” Ken whispered as he continued his motions on Omi’s back.
“Thank you, Ken.” Omi whispered as he lifted himself from Ken’s chest and placed a light kiss on the brunette's mouth.
Ken immediately responded by pulling Omi closer and deepening the kiss. As he continued to rub the blond's back, he slipped a hand under Omi’s shirt, feeling his soft skin. Ken began to get hard again as he let his hand slide down to the curve of Omi's ass.
Omi started rubbing his hips against Ken letting out a small gasp as the brunette ran his hands on his bare back. Taking advantage of the situation now that Ken was back under control, Omi reached down to the fly of Ken's jeans. In a matter of a few seconds, he had unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper.
Glad that Omi was back to his earlier mood, Ken let the blond work his jeans open. He moaned against the younger man's lips as Omi reached into his underwear and pulled his slick cock.
“God yes," he gasped as Omi squeezed him.
As Ken broke their kiss, the blond turned his head slightly offering the brunette his neck which he accepted gladly. He began to kiss and lap at the salted skin as Omi continued to work him. A swipe of Omi's thumb beneath the crown had Ken thrusting into the blond's hand in earnest.
“Bite me, please.”
Ken paused and opened his eyes wanting to pull away and look Omi in the eyes. He needed to make sure he heard Omi say that, but he was unable to move away as Omi grabbed the back of his head keeping him in place.
“Bite me… hard… come on… You know you want to,“ Omi panted as he tightened his grip on Ken’s cock.
Ken felt a rush of desire crawl up his entire being at hearing such a request. He grabbed Omi by the hair so that he could have better leverage as he bit the youth where the neck meets the shoulder.
Omi threw his head back in ecstasy savoring both the pleasure and pain that such an act elicited. “Yes, ahhh… Ken.”
Ken bit Omi not once, but twice as he worked his way back up to the blond's mouth. Their current kiss was hot and forceful. Omi was just begging Ken to rough him up. Who would have thought that sweet, little Omi was a sex fiend behind those pretty blue eyes and innocent face.
Giving in to the need for air, Ken broke the kiss and decided to plunder the swirl of Omi's ear which made the blond gasp in response. Ken had never been so aggressive with a partner before. He wasn’t complaining though. He was willing to see where this was going.
He found himself searching for the blond's lips again as Omi continued to jack him off. A soft gasp slipped from his lips as Omi rubbed his thumb over the mushroom head of his cock. He knew he was very close now.
Omi's ministrations were very skilled and for one second Ken had thought about how that had come to be. The thought immediately evaporated as Omi tortured him by moving his palm up and down his engorged shaft applying just enough pressure to get him close but never over the edge.
"Holy fuck, you are amazing." Ken recognized as he continued to kiss Omi as hard as he could. His balls drew up and shortly thereafter jets of cum burst from the tip of his cock, which made Ken suck in his breath and break their kiss. Omi still had his forehead to Ken's which resulted in them breathing each other's breath.
"We can go back to my dorm." Omi took a few breaths before continuing. "I know you want to fuck my mouth or even more."
Ken pulled away so that he could look at the younger man as he was, once again, taken aback by what he was saying. "I have Yohji's car. I can take you to your dorm, but we can also go to my apartment."
Omi had a devilish grin on his face. He leaned in closer so that he could talk into Ken's ear. "I know you want to fuck my mouth long and hard. But if you want that, then you're going to have to make me. If you want to fuck me like that, then you’re gonna have to get me to do it,” Omi whispered before pulling back to look at Ken for his reaction.
Ken didn't even know where to go with that. He had never forced anyone before. It was usually a mutual agreement when having sex.
Omi knew Ken might hesitate, so he gave the man a shy smile.
It suddenly dawned on Ken what Omi was doing. "This is a game you like to play." He watched as Omi nodded. "So, the guy from earlier..."
“I hope you’re not mad at me for doing that to you. Not a lot of people understand. I'm so attracted to you that seeing you react like that was amazing. Are you upset with me?”
Ken just looked into those blue eyes. This time he could tell that Omi was serious. The boy obviously wanted to know that he was ok with the experience. “No, I’m not upset. It was very different and unexpected from someone like you. It was amazing, Omi. I can get used to this.”
Hearing Ken's words of approval brought a big smile to Omi's face. He leaned into Ken and gave him a rough, wet kiss. “The club is about to close. Do you want to go for a drive and hang out a little longer before we go back to your place?” Omi asked as he leaned over and licked Ken’s lips.
“Sure, but first let me get dressed you little pervert.” Ken joked as he stuck his tongue out and licked Omi from chin to nose.
Omi threw his head back in laughter as he stood from the brunette's lap in order to allow for Ken to tuck himself back into his pants.
“Let’s go,” Ken said grabbing Omi’s hand as they walked back towards the stairs. "I'm really looking forward to this."
Yohji sat at the bar sipping on his drink as he watched the dance floor. He took a glance at his watch and noted that it was already midnight. He once again brought his eyes back to the dance floor in a futile attempt to locate Ken in the mass of bodies that gyrated and swayed to the music.
“So, I hear that you’re the lucky man tonight.”
Yohji turned around and smiled at the bartender. “Yes, I consider myself to be very lucky indeed,” he said giving the man a light smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t be this lucky if not by the help of a dear friend.” Yohji stated accompanied with this trademark wink.
“So now we’re friends.” The bartender leaned into the bar slightly. “Wow, you move pretty fast. Don’t you?”
Yohji laughed at the comment. “Well, we might as well be friends since I plan on dating Aya. And you -- well, you’re very close friends with his bodyguard.” He replied with a grin on his face.
It was the bartender’s turn to be caught off guard. “I see,” the man replied as he mulled over the implications of Yohji’s knowledge and of how the blond could have gained such knowledge.
“Well, since we’re friends now and all, we might as well learn each other's names. Don’t you think?” He extended his hand to Yohji. “I’m Botan, but my friends call me Bo.”
Yohji accepted the handshake. “Yohji,” he said shaking Bo’s hand for a few seconds. However, as he attempted to release the man's hand Bo did not release his grip. “Is there something wrong?” He inquired very aware of the serious expression the bartender wore.
Bo leaned closer to Yohji as he spoke. “Let me tell you a little rule we have around here, Yohji. Yes, Bruno’s my boyfriend but as you can see, we kinda keep it private.”
Yohji’s brows creased as Bo squeezed his hand a little harder.
“And if you’re going to date Aya, you’ll have to do the same. Can you even imagine how many hearts you’ll break if these people find out that Aya has a boyfriend?”
Yohji did not like the turn the situation was taking, but decided to go along with it being that he was now part of this circle.
“Well, the same goes for me. I need to look available to the customers and in turn business is good. You understand, right?”
Yohji slowly nodded in agreement.
“Now, for Bruno this is not too hard. He knows that I’m here at the bar and the most that could happen is someone trying to touch me or flirting; which is basically harmless, but with you…”
Yohji continued to stare down into Bo’s eyes as the man squeezed his hand even harder.
“With you and Aya it’ll be very different, Yohji. You see, if you decide to date Aya, you need to make sure that you can handle what he does.”
Yohji once again attempted to free his hand, but the man had a vice grip on it.
“Can you do that, Yohji? Can you handle what he does? You’re not the jealous type, are you?”
With one last pull Yohji was finally able to free his hand from Bo’s grip, but did not take his eyes off of him. Originally, he thought that the only person he had to contend with in order to be with Aya was Bruno, but apparently this was not the case.
Yohji took a breath before answering. “No, not at all,” he said as he ground his teeth in annoyance knowing that he had to deal with such a situation. “I can handle this or I wouldn’t be trying this hard to get to him.”
The bartender pushed away from the bar. “Good. That’s very good. Because Aya doesn’t deserve that again.” The latter he said as he turned and walked to the other side of the bar to tend to a customer.
Yohji had not been expecting such a change in attitude from the bartender. Every time he had been in contact with the man, he had always been extra friendly and hospitable. But just now, he had witnessed yet another man who seemed to be very protective of Aya.
He gulped the rest of his drink down and turned around on the stool as he looked over the dance floor. Yohji thought about what Bo had said in relation to Aya. If he was connecting the dots, the protectiveness that both Bo and Bruno exhibited towards the younger man was understandable.
It was becoming apparent to Yohji that Aya’s mixed responses to his advances could be attributed to him being involved in a bad relationship. The redhead was obviously attracted to Yohji, but at the same time had been shy – no, Aya was scared.
Yohji turned around to see where Bo was, but the man was gone. He turned back around to the dance floor to see if he could see Ken as he wondered what Bo’s comment could have implied.
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Ken felt like the luckiest man alive. He had been dancing with Omi all night and the young blond seemed to really be enjoying their time together.
He loved the way Omi ground his backside against his groin. Ken was half hard which the blond surely knew; however, it did not impede the guy from rubbing against him even harder. As a matter of fact, it seemed that the young blond was enjoying the fact that Ken was getting hard just from their dancing.
Ken took a hold of Omi’s hips and pulled him towards him even further which caused the blond to throw his head back in enjoyment. The brunette took the opportunity and went for the younger man’s exposed neck.
Omi closed his eyes as he let a number of moans and groans escape his lips at what Ken was doing to him. He could feel the man's erection against his back side. Omi smirked at the fact that he was getting Ken exactly where he wanted him.
Ken continued to work the younger man's neck; kissing and lapping at the salty skin. His body felt fevered and suddenly the entire room became hotter. His hair was wet and clinging to his forehead. He slipped his hand under Omi's t-shirt to find the boy's slick, heated skin.
He gripped the young man's jaw and turned his face to him in order to claim Omi's mouth. He immediately sealed his lips to Omi's in a hungry, wet kiss. Ken pushed his tongue in almost desperately in order to get a better taste of the younger man.
Ken was fully hard by now. He thrust his tongue deep into Omi's mouth and was rewarded with a muffled moan which took the last of his control. The hand which grip the blond's jaw released and travelled its way to the front of Omi's jeans where he found that the younger man was fully hard as well.
Overtaken by lust and desire, Ken once again thrust his tongue as deep as he could go. He accompanied the motion with a thrust of his hips which elicited another moan from the younger man. At that very instant, Ken knew that he had to have Omi.
Suddenly, he felt the vibration of the cell phone at his hip which snapped him out of his covetousness. Opening his eyes, Ken realized where he was as he found a number of admirers greedily ogling upon their very public affections. Groaning, he gradually slowed their fiery kiss until they were both gasping into each other's mouths.
At that very second, his cell phone vibrated again and Ken reached for it to find that Yohji had been texting him for the past thirty minutes.
"Is there something wrong?" Omi asked as he turned around to face Ken.
Ken smiled and gave the blond a light kiss on the lips. He decided that it was time to cool down as things were going a little too fast for his comfort. “Are you thirsty?", he asked the blond hoping that the younger man would concede and he could get some time to compose himself.
Omi gave Ken his best smile. “Not right now. Let’s dance some more.”
Ken gave Omi another short and gentle kiss as he put his cell phone away. “Let’s get something to drink first and then we can come back and dance again.”
Omi leaned so that he could talk into Ken’s ear. “Why don’t you get yourself a drink and I’ll be waiting for you right here. You don’t mind if I keep dancing. Right?”
Ken pulled away from Omi so that he could see his face. Although he did not want to leave the younger man on the dance floor, he also didn't want his possessiveness to scare Omi away either. “I’ll be right back. You sure you’ll be okay by yourself?”
“Of course I’ll be okay. You can see me right from the bar. I'm not going anywhere.”
Ken gave Omi one last kiss before he headed towards the bar.
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After five failed attempts to get Ken to answer his texts, Yohji was happy to see the man emerge from the dance floor. However, he was curious to see him alone. "Where's your Boytoy?" He asked jokingly.
Ken signaled the bartender before he answered. "He's not my Boytoy and he is waiting for me on the dance floor," he clarified as he turned to make sure he could see Omi from the bar, which he did.
"Well, I'm glad that you're having fun." Yohji said as he took a swig of his drink.
"What will it be lovely?" The bartender asked Ken with a wink and a smile.
Ken smiled back. "Yeah, let me get a Vodka and Red Bull and get him a shot of the Livet."
Yohji raised an eyebrow at what Ken ordered. "Wow, its going that well?"
Ken nodded as he once again checked the dance floor for Omi.
Yohji followed Ken's line of sight to see the younger blond still dancing on the floor. "Well, my night is also going well. I need you to take Seven for me," Yohji said as he reached into this pocket for his car keys.
Ken gave him a questioning look.
Yohji was not about to fess up about Aya just yet. "I'll tell you more later, just make sure you take good care of her." Yohji handed the keys to Ken. Taking advantage of the bartender bringing them their drinks, he quickly changed the subject. "So eighteen, huh?"
Ken took a few gulps of his drink before answering. "Yup." He turned to the dance floor once again ensuring that he could see Omi. "I've never been with someone so young before, but this kid definitely has my attention."
He continued to watch Omi dancing and wondered why he was so attracted to the young blond. Although Ken was twenty-one years old, he had always dated people of his age or even older. Omi was the exception. They had hit it off since they first started talking at the bar some hours ago. Omi was just exhilarating. Really, there was no other way to better describe him.
“Wait until you get to know him, Yohji. You’ll see why I’m so captivated," he said with a smile as he turned back to Yohji while gulping down the rest of his drink.
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Omi was watching Ken closely from the dance floor. He had liked Ken since he first saw him at the bar. He had purposely elbowed him to get his attention. That was how Ken and he started talking. Omi smiled knowing that Ken was in his grasp.
When he and Ken had been furiously making out, there had been a number of people watching them. Omi had enjoyed seeing their lustful faces; especially, the one guy that was currently staring at him at the edge of the dance floor.
This was perfect. Ken had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Omi may look innocent, but he was about to let Ken in on his little secret.
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“Just make sure you bring Seven back in one piece, and no more drinking after this one,” Yohji exclaimed making sure Ken did not forget how protective he was of his car.
“Don’t worry, man. You know I’m responsible," Ken smiled as he took another gulp from his current drink which was his second or maybe his third.
"Actually, I’m glad to have the car tonight because Omi rode with a friend from college. He was telling me earlier how he hadn’t seen the guy for a few hours. So, I was going to ask you if we could give him a ride. But now, I can take him home myself.” Ken said with a bright smile on his face as he looked back in Omi’s direction.
Yohji noticed how Ken’s expression immediately changed and looked towards the dance floor. There was a man grabbing Omi very inappropriately. He turned to the brunette knowing what his reaction was going to be.
Ken’s eyes got wide as he watched this man force himself on Omi while the boy struggled to get him off of him. “What the fuck -- ” Ken’s tone was hoarse with rage as he jumped off the bar stool, shoving people off as he rapidly moved towards Omi's aid.
Yohji's hope of ending the night on a good note immediately evaporated. He followed Ken to the dance floor to make sure the brunette didn't fly off the hinges and hurt someone.
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Omi had been dancing with his back towards Ken while he moved his hips from side to side seductively. He was not only dancing for Ken, but also for the guy who intently watched him from the edge of the dance floor. He very discretely signaled the man who -- not expecting the invitation -- looked confused for a moment, but quickly recovered and walked closer to the blond.
He felt exhilarated as the man circled around him once and then came to a stop right in front of him. “Hi there," Omi greeted the man in a knowingly childish manner. "Wanna dance with me?”
The man looked over Omi’s shoulder towards the bar where the brunette was sitting. “Won’t your boyfriend be upset if I do?”
Omi threw his head back in laughter. “He’s not my boyfriend. We were just dancing together. I noticed you were watching. Do you want to dance with me like he was?”
The man glanced back to the bar making sure the brunette was still talking to the blond, then looked back at Omi.
The predatory look in the man's eyes was irrevocable and although Omi knew better, he just couldn't help the thrill of being the recipient of such lust. So, he gave the man his best demure expression completely aware of what the result would be as this was not the first time he had tempted someone with such an act.
Without a second thought, the man closed the distance between them wrapping his arms around the youth.
Omi's initial startled expression to the man's grip changed to a pure adrenalin rush knowing that Ken was watching what was happening.
He felt the man's hands slowly slide down his back until they were vigorously grabbing the globes of his ass as the man pulled him closer to his body. His heart was beating so fast. He was scared, but he was also excited.
Omi could feel the breath of this man stirring the hair over his forehead. Warm lips brushed his temple and he knew that he should stop. He should not provoke the situation any further, but the words escaped him before he could catch them. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked without looking at the man’s face.
The man pushed away from him trying to look into Omi’s eyes.
“If you do, then you have to come get it,” Omi said as he placed his hands on the man’s chest.
The man leaned forward in an attempt to kiss the blond, but Omi leaned back. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that. What’re you waiting for? I’m right here,” Omi taunted.
The man once again leaned over to kiss him and Omi just turned his head to the side while pushing on the man’s chest.
Annoyed with the teasing the man grabbed Omi’s hair and pulled his head back. He looked straight into Omi’s eyes expecting to see panic or alarm, but instead the blond had a smirk on his face.
“That’s more like it,” Omi said as he licked his lips.
The man couldn’t take it anymore. Leaning forward and holding Omi’s head in place by the grip of his hair, he ravaged Omi’s mouth.
Omi tried pushing the man away or moving his head to the side, but the man tightened the grip on his hair. All he could do was let out a moan in dismay and hope that he had read Ken right.
“Get off of him you fucking bastard!” Ken growled as he reached for the man’s shirt to pull him off of Omi.
As the man let go Omi almost fell to the floor, but Yohji caught him before he did.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ken barked at the man’s face while still grabbing him by his shirt.
The man just looked from Ken’s face back to Omi’s and then back to Ken as confused as ever. “I’m sorry, I thought…”
“Well you thought wrong, you asshole!” Ken bellowed as he pushed the man away from him and towards the crowd.
The man struggled to maintain his balance as he continued to frightfully stare at Ken.
"You son of a bitch!" Ken lunged at the man once again, but arms encircled his torso and pulled him back. "Let go of me, I'm going to kick this fucker's ass!"
In Ken's current irate condition, Yohji was struggling to contain him. "Get the fuck out of here, you stupid fuck. I can't hold him much longer," he yelled at the man who immediately sped away at the warning.
Wanting to diffuse the situation, Omi ran to Ken and also encircled his arms around the man to try to control him. "Ken, please stop it. I'm right here. Please, stop it," he began to sob not expecting Ken to react so violently.
As soon as Omi hugged him, Ken stopped struggling with Yohji and began to calm down. Hearing Omi's tearful pleas, took the rest of his energy away from him. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
Not finding any resistance to his hold, Yohji set Ken free just in time as Bruno and another bouncer approached them.
“He scared me, Ken. He wouldn’t let me go and I tried to get away, but he…” Omi explained as he continued to sob against Ken’s chest.
“Is there a problem here?” Bruno exclaimed as he looked from Yohji to Ken to Omi and back to Yohji.
“No, everything’s fine. Just a little misunderstanding.” Yohji provided.
“Is he okay?” Bruno asked pointing in Ken and Omi’s direction.
“Yeah. Like I said, it was just a misunderstanding.” Yohji watched as Ken rubbed Omi's back.
“Alright," Bruno said as he turned away but not before he gave Yohji the 'once over'.
Yohji shook his head as he looked at Ken questioningly.
“It’s okay. It’s over," Ken answered to both Yohji and Omi as he hugged the younger blond hard to his body.
“Can we go upstairs? I don’t want to be around all of these people right now,” Omi pleaded as he cuddled closer to Ken.
Yohji let out the breath that he had not realized he had been holding. “Just take care of him,” he said as he motioned for Ken to go upstairs to the loft.
Ken nodded in understanding. "Come on. Let’s go.” Ken pulled gently, directing Omi towards the stairs.
Yohji waited until they reached the top of the stairs before he headed back to the bar. He pulled his cell phone out in order to take the time. It was just past one in the morning and he was counting the minutes until he was able to see Aya at three. His nerves were fucked to hell. He needed another drink. As he sat on a bar stool, he signaled Bo and hoped that he could swindle a free shot from him again.
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Ken sat in one of the loveseats in a secluded corner of the loft as he pulled Omi to sit on his lap. The blond straddled his lap as Ken continued to run his hand up and down Omi’s back in an effort to comfort him. Omi was still buried under Ken’s neck and chin sobbing quietly. “Shh…it’s okay. I've got you now.” Ken whispered as he continued his motions on Omi’s back.
“Thank you, Ken.” Omi whispered as he lifted himself from Ken’s chest and placed a light kiss on the brunette's mouth.
Ken immediately responded by pulling Omi closer and deepening the kiss. As he continued to rub the blond's back, he slipped a hand under Omi’s shirt, feeling his soft skin. Ken began to get hard again as he let his hand slide down to the curve of Omi's ass.
Omi started rubbing his hips against Ken letting out a small gasp as the brunette ran his hands on his bare back. Taking advantage of the situation now that Ken was back under control, Omi reached down to the fly of Ken's jeans. In a matter of a few seconds, he had unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper.
Glad that Omi was back to his earlier mood, Ken let the blond work his jeans open. He moaned against the younger man's lips as Omi reached into his underwear and pulled his slick cock.
“God yes," he gasped as Omi squeezed him.
As Ken broke their kiss, the blond turned his head slightly offering the brunette his neck which he accepted gladly. He began to kiss and lap at the salted skin as Omi continued to work him. A swipe of Omi's thumb beneath the crown had Ken thrusting into the blond's hand in earnest.
“Bite me, please.”
Ken paused and opened his eyes wanting to pull away and look Omi in the eyes. He needed to make sure he heard Omi say that, but he was unable to move away as Omi grabbed the back of his head keeping him in place.
“Bite me… hard… come on… You know you want to,“ Omi panted as he tightened his grip on Ken’s cock.
Ken felt a rush of desire crawl up his entire being at hearing such a request. He grabbed Omi by the hair so that he could have better leverage as he bit the youth where the neck meets the shoulder.
Omi threw his head back in ecstasy savoring both the pleasure and pain that such an act elicited. “Yes, ahhh… Ken.”
Ken bit Omi not once, but twice as he worked his way back up to the blond's mouth. Their current kiss was hot and forceful. Omi was just begging Ken to rough him up. Who would have thought that sweet, little Omi was a sex fiend behind those pretty blue eyes and innocent face.
Giving in to the need for air, Ken broke the kiss and decided to plunder the swirl of Omi's ear which made the blond gasp in response. Ken had never been so aggressive with a partner before. He wasn’t complaining though. He was willing to see where this was going.
He found himself searching for the blond's lips again as Omi continued to jack him off. A soft gasp slipped from his lips as Omi rubbed his thumb over the mushroom head of his cock. He knew he was very close now.
Omi's ministrations were very skilled and for one second Ken had thought about how that had come to be. The thought immediately evaporated as Omi tortured him by moving his palm up and down his engorged shaft applying just enough pressure to get him close but never over the edge.
"Holy fuck, you are amazing." Ken recognized as he continued to kiss Omi as hard as he could. His balls drew up and shortly thereafter jets of cum burst from the tip of his cock, which made Ken suck in his breath and break their kiss. Omi still had his forehead to Ken's which resulted in them breathing each other's breath.
"We can go back to my dorm." Omi took a few breaths before continuing. "I know you want to fuck my mouth or even more."
Ken pulled away so that he could look at the younger man as he was, once again, taken aback by what he was saying. "I have Yohji's car. I can take you to your dorm, but we can also go to my apartment."
Omi had a devilish grin on his face. He leaned in closer so that he could talk into Ken's ear. "I know you want to fuck my mouth long and hard. But if you want that, then you're going to have to make me. If you want to fuck me like that, then you’re gonna have to get me to do it,” Omi whispered before pulling back to look at Ken for his reaction.
Ken didn't even know where to go with that. He had never forced anyone before. It was usually a mutual agreement when having sex.
Omi knew Ken might hesitate, so he gave the man a shy smile.
It suddenly dawned on Ken what Omi was doing. "This is a game you like to play." He watched as Omi nodded. "So, the guy from earlier..."
“I hope you’re not mad at me for doing that to you. Not a lot of people understand. I'm so attracted to you that seeing you react like that was amazing. Are you upset with me?”
Ken just looked into those blue eyes. This time he could tell that Omi was serious. The boy obviously wanted to know that he was ok with the experience. “No, I’m not upset. It was very different and unexpected from someone like you. It was amazing, Omi. I can get used to this.”
Hearing Ken's words of approval brought a big smile to Omi's face. He leaned into Ken and gave him a rough, wet kiss. “The club is about to close. Do you want to go for a drive and hang out a little longer before we go back to your place?” Omi asked as he leaned over and licked Ken’s lips.
“Sure, but first let me get dressed you little pervert.” Ken joked as he stuck his tongue out and licked Omi from chin to nose.
Omi threw his head back in laughter as he stood from the brunette's lap in order to allow for Ken to tuck himself back into his pants.
“Let’s go,” Ken said grabbing Omi’s hand as they walked back towards the stairs. "I'm really looking forward to this."