Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Dreams Are Made of These ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Siberian4Abyssinian 
Ken's been having trouble sleeping...
Aya x Ken
Youji x Omi
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.11.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Ken's been having trouble sleeping...
Aya x Ken
Youji x Omi
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.11.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Title: Sweet Dreams Are Made of These
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Aya x Ken / Youji x Omi
Rating: R /NC-17
Warning: AU, OOC, some mild angst, some fluff, SMUT
Disclaimer: Despite my best efforts, Weiss and Ken in particular refuse to belong to me -___-
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE.
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Ken was tired, he could barely keep his eyes open, and his attention span was rapidly disappearing.
The basement room was warm and dark; he shifted on the sofa slightly, leaning against the nice comfortable pillow that was next to him. His eyes drooped shut, and he shifted one more time to wrap his arms around his pillow and succumb to sleep.
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Manx stopped in mid-sentence and watched Siberian curl up and sleep - clutching on to Abyssinian as he did.
She had to surprises a tiny laugh at the look of surprise on Abyssinian's face. She noticed Balinese and Bombay were looking on too, but neither of them were laughing - actually, now she thought about it, the fact that Siberian was sleeping during an admittedly longer than usual briefing, and the others weren't concerned, and Abyssinian was now actually allowing himself to be used as a pillow, meant something was definitely up, "What's wrong with Siberian?"
She scowled as two pairs of eyes, and a pair of shades glared at her, and Bombay actually made a "Shh" noise at her, complete with finger on lips.
"He's not been sleeping lately," Balinese leant over and whispered, " He's been having nightmares, they must be really bad... he won't tell us what they're about ... and well, he sort of gave up sleeping a week ago."
"Why wasn't I informed?" she hissed at the shade-wearing man, wishing she could see his eyes so she could glare at him properly.
His mouth turned down scornfully, and she saw his eyes as he looked condescendingly over the top of his glasses at her, "We all get nightmares - we just have to work through them ... Ken's just having a harder time of it than normal, that's all - nothing to report."
Manx wisely kept her mouth shut, knowing that she wasn't in a position to comment on the life of an assassin.
On the sofa, Ken's eyes were starting to move beneath the lids, and he shuffled backwards, clinging closer to his human pillow as if he were trying to hide.
Aya could feel the other man trembling, and he turned his upper body so he could gently shake the soccer player, "Ken? Ken, come on - wake up."
The brunette shifted again, and because Aya had moved, he ended up with his head on Aya's chest, his hands clinging to the older man's shirt.
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Ken was running, Kaze was following him - he knew it, trying to catch him and drag him down into hell. He couldn't see his former friend, but he knew he was coming and it would only be a matter of time before he was caught, and thrown into a world of hurt and pain, where he would have to re-live all his sins and try to atone for them with his own blood.
Suddenly he slammed into a wall and started shaking when he saw he was trapped.
After a few seconds he realized he couldn't feel Kaze's presence anymore, and that the wall was warm and flower scented. Clinging closer, he shut his eyes and found the darkness dropped away, leaving him floating in an ocean of cool purple light that let him relax totally.
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Youji and Omi smiled at each other as Ken stopped shuffling and settled down with a contented sigh.
"Now," Aya's deep voice was pitched deliberately low to avoid waking the boy, "Let's finish discussing the mission Manx, we'll brief Siberian later."
Manx nodded, feeling a little out of her depth and bewildered at the assassin's behavior. She never would have believed that Abyssinian would let Siberian or anyone else touch him, and that he would actively give comfort.
She continued the briefing quickly, only stuttering a few times as Abyssinian started absent mindedly petting Siberian's hair, as if he were indeed the cat his codename suggested.
Finally she managed to finish, and as she climbed the basement stairs, she stopped to listen to the men talking.
"Youji-kun and I will cover the remaining part of this shift," that was obviously Omi speaking first.
"Ah... I'll stay here until Ken wakes," Aya surprised her again, she'd expected him to lay the soccer player on the sofa and leave him.
"It's KenKen's turn to get dinner and shopping; but the Bishounen and I will do it once we've shut the shop."
"Ah."
At the sound of them standing to come up the stairs, she hurried the rest of the way up and out of the shop, wondering how much else there was about Weiss that she didn't know; she resolved to look into it - Kritiker's dogs were not allowed freedom that wasn't given to them in carefully controlled moderation.
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"KenKen's going to be embarrassed when he wakes up," Youji was sitting at the table watching Omi getting ribbon out of the bottom cupboard - it was a fascinating view.
"Ah..." Omi reached to the back of the bottom shelf, smiling wickedly as he heard Youji-kun pretend to cough to cover up a groan, "I think Ken-kun will be more embarrassed that he's snuggled up against Aya than missing the rest of the briefing."
"True," Youji lifted his shades to stare more intently as his target viewing moved side to side slightly, "They're both so dense though, Aya's almost always oblivious to the effect he has on Ken, and KenKen is too busy convincing himself he's not good enough for Ayan, to notice that he's actually wanted."
Omi grabbed the spool of ribbon that he'd been looking for - it was at the front of the cupboard on the top shelf, and came over to the table, "We should get them together."
"No Bishounen, they're nearly there on their own," Youji looked serious, "And they need to get that last bit done by themselves or it won't last - you know what they're like, if they think someone else had a hand in it, they won't believe the other one is serious."
"Ah," the smaller boy sat down feeling a little glum, "I don't like seeing them miserable for no reason ... I don't like not being able to help them..."
"You just don't like not being able to meddle," Youji grinned and leant over the table to drop a quick kiss on his lover's scrunched up nose. He sat back again quickly when the bell above the door chimed and the first wave of the late afternoon fangirls hit the store.
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Ken blinked and opened his eyes, he felt warm and relaxed - better that he'd done in weeks.
He was about to move when he felt something suspiciously hand-shaped, petting his hair. Moving his head very carefully, and very slowly he paled - then flushed bright crimson as his eyes met purple ones. Suddenly he remembered what had been happening before he fell asleep - and just who he was using as a pillow, "A...Aya..."
"Do you feel better now?" Aya's deep voice made him feel warm, and he smiled a little when he realized the red-head was still stroking his hair.
"I...I'm fine - thank you."
"Good."
Aya seemed in no hurry to move, and he didn't really want to either - he was enjoying his unexpected, but much welcomed piece of heaven.
"What did Manx say about the mission?"
He listened as Aya's honey-thick voice drew out the mission details, until he felt his eyes closing, and he nodded off again.
"So the target is..." Aya stopped in midsentance and smiled, a small chuckle escaping him when he realized the brunette had fallen asleep again.
Shuffling down the seat, so he was laying behind Ken, he wrapped his arms around the man's chest and waist to join him in slumber; his last thoughts as he drifted away were that he was going to tell the soccer player how he felt ...as soon as he woke up.
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"Hey Bishounen ... Omi - come look at this."
Omi looked round at his wayward lover standing in the doorway.
They'd kept the shop open for a few hours, and then he'd sent Youji off for food whilst he closed up.
"What is it?" he narrowed his eyes, "And just why do you have my digital camera?"
"Just come here and look." the tall man grinned, and Omi wandered over with a sigh.
Gesturing for silence, they crept down the basement steps, and Youji pointed to the sofa.
Omi looked over the back of it and smiled widely, covering his mouth as he felt laughter brewing.
At some point, Aya had lay down, and Ken had turned to face him, their arms and legs were now completely entwined.
"Ken-kun is going to be so embarrassed..." Omi giggled and watched as Youji took pictures from various angles.
"Ahh... but happy - although he won't be admitting that to anyone anytime soon." Youji smirked, and once he was finished, the two of them went back upstairs - completely oblivious to the sharp purple eyes tracking their every movement.
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Ken woke for the second time and groaned softly when he realized he'd fallen asleep during Aya's mission briefing. He tried to move, but found he couldn't.
Opening his eyes, he felt his heart skip a beat, and then melt at the sight of Aya sleeping on the sofa with him.
'Kiss him,' the thought appeared in his head, and despite his best half-hearted attempts, he couldn't banish it. Nervously, with his heart beating loudly in his ears, he leant forward and gently brushed his lips across Aya's.
He was caught surprised when the man's hands slid up his back and he was kissed back. Struggling, he tried to get away - he'd already taken too many liberties of his sleeping friend, and he didn't want to take advantage of being whoever Aya was dreaming about.
"Stay still Ken."
The deep voice shocked him further, and as he opened his mouth to stutter an answer, he was kissed very deeply.
After a few tense seconds, he relaxed into the kiss and returned it - half convinced that he was still asleep, and having a good dream for once.
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Youji opened the basement door and peered down the stairs, preparing to call and wake the other two to see if they wanted dinner. He made it down the first few stairs before seeing them. With a smirk he snapped a few more pictures with the camera he still held in his hand, and left.
"Where's Ken-kun and Aya-kun?" Omi asked as he entered the kitchen.
"Busy Bishounen," he looked over the top of his glasses and winked.
"Oh... OH! Really?!" Omi looked delighted as Youji turned the camera round and showed him the stills of the two men kissing.
The Playboy smiled again as his arms were filled with happy, bouncing Bishounen; he kissed him and with a quick pat on the bum, let him go, "Come on - we'll go and start making the dinner ... I'm sure they'll be hungry by the time it's ready."
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"A~ya..."
Aya loved the way Ken was whispering his name between kisses - it made him want to tell the soccer player anything and everything, even his real name -but he couldn't tell him that, he'd promised Aya that he would use her name until he could see her smile again - he wouldn't break that promise ... not even for Ken.
He kissed the man again, but he was unsure what to do after that; he knew Ken was exhausted from his nightmares, and that kissing was probably fine - it wouldn't tax too much of his energy; but they needed to talk before anything else was even considered - he wanted to know what Ken wanted from him, if it was the same thing he wanted from Ken.
Gently maneuvering them both so they were back in their original sitting position, he stole another sweet kiss, and spoke, "We really ought to talk."
"Ah," Ken looked a little breathless, he was glad for Aya's suggestion - he needed to know what was going on, what Aya was thinking - and what he wanted, he need to know if it was the same thing he wanted.
They sat in awkward silence for a few moments, neither one knowing where to start.
"I like you," Ken blurted out and lowered his eyes to study Aya's shirt, gIfve liked you for a long time."
"I like you too," there was a rumble of laughter in Aya's voice, "I guess that means we like each other... which is generally a good place to start."
Ken looked up with a scowl, only to see Aya smiling widely. He smiled back, feeling a little shy and insecure, "I guess so."
Aya drew the man closer, and started kissing his neck and ear, "So shall we like each other together?"
"Ahhh..." the sound Ken made was half agreement, half moan. He slid bonelessly closer to Aya as the red-head proceeded to make a series of kiss marks just above his collar.
Aya's hands were roaming possessively over his back and under his shirt, briefly Ken wondered if they were moving too fast, but he decided to stop thinking as his shirt was whipped over his head, and he was pressed back down against the sofa.
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Omi opened the basement door and started down the stairs; he stopped, turned back round and walked to the kitchen - accidentally forgetting to shut the door behind him.
"Well?" Youji greeted him, "Did they want dinner?"
A rather emphatic moan echoed up from the basement, and Omi flushed scarlet, looking at the floor and anywhere that wasn't his lover.
Curious, Youji stood, grabbing the camera as he did. Padding down to the basement, he made it half way down the stairs before stopping to look.
Ken was sitting naked against a shirtless Aya's lap, and was being kissed roughly. Youji could clearly see red scratch marks appearing on the soccer player's back, and kissmarks all over his neck. He thought he could see Aya's trousers open, but Ken was in the way, so he couldn't clearly tell.
He watched a little longer, snapping more pictures as he did, until Omi came and dragged him away, shutting the door firmly behind them.
"I think we better just leave them."
"Never thought about doing it in the mission room before," Youji crossed his arms behind his head and sauntered to the kitchen, looking over his shoulder he looked at his lover, "You coming? I'm hungry."
Omi took a look at the shut door and then back at Youji, "Not yet - but I guess I will be once you've eaten." he took a moment to enjoy the shocked look on his lover's face, and raced past him into the kitchen, dropping his shorts and mooning him on the way.
Youji threw back his head and laughed, hurrying to join his lover for his 'meal'.
OWARI.
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Aya x Ken / Youji x Omi
Rating: R /NC-17
Warning: AU, OOC, some mild angst, some fluff, SMUT
Disclaimer: Despite my best efforts, Weiss and Ken in particular refuse to belong to me -___-
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE.
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Ken was tired, he could barely keep his eyes open, and his attention span was rapidly disappearing.
The basement room was warm and dark; he shifted on the sofa slightly, leaning against the nice comfortable pillow that was next to him. His eyes drooped shut, and he shifted one more time to wrap his arms around his pillow and succumb to sleep.
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Manx stopped in mid-sentence and watched Siberian curl up and sleep - clutching on to Abyssinian as he did.
She had to surprises a tiny laugh at the look of surprise on Abyssinian's face. She noticed Balinese and Bombay were looking on too, but neither of them were laughing - actually, now she thought about it, the fact that Siberian was sleeping during an admittedly longer than usual briefing, and the others weren't concerned, and Abyssinian was now actually allowing himself to be used as a pillow, meant something was definitely up, "What's wrong with Siberian?"
She scowled as two pairs of eyes, and a pair of shades glared at her, and Bombay actually made a "Shh" noise at her, complete with finger on lips.
"He's not been sleeping lately," Balinese leant over and whispered, " He's been having nightmares, they must be really bad... he won't tell us what they're about ... and well, he sort of gave up sleeping a week ago."
"Why wasn't I informed?" she hissed at the shade-wearing man, wishing she could see his eyes so she could glare at him properly.
His mouth turned down scornfully, and she saw his eyes as he looked condescendingly over the top of his glasses at her, "We all get nightmares - we just have to work through them ... Ken's just having a harder time of it than normal, that's all - nothing to report."
Manx wisely kept her mouth shut, knowing that she wasn't in a position to comment on the life of an assassin.
On the sofa, Ken's eyes were starting to move beneath the lids, and he shuffled backwards, clinging closer to his human pillow as if he were trying to hide.
Aya could feel the other man trembling, and he turned his upper body so he could gently shake the soccer player, "Ken? Ken, come on - wake up."
The brunette shifted again, and because Aya had moved, he ended up with his head on Aya's chest, his hands clinging to the older man's shirt.
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Ken was running, Kaze was following him - he knew it, trying to catch him and drag him down into hell. He couldn't see his former friend, but he knew he was coming and it would only be a matter of time before he was caught, and thrown into a world of hurt and pain, where he would have to re-live all his sins and try to atone for them with his own blood.
Suddenly he slammed into a wall and started shaking when he saw he was trapped.
After a few seconds he realized he couldn't feel Kaze's presence anymore, and that the wall was warm and flower scented. Clinging closer, he shut his eyes and found the darkness dropped away, leaving him floating in an ocean of cool purple light that let him relax totally.
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Youji and Omi smiled at each other as Ken stopped shuffling and settled down with a contented sigh.
"Now," Aya's deep voice was pitched deliberately low to avoid waking the boy, "Let's finish discussing the mission Manx, we'll brief Siberian later."
Manx nodded, feeling a little out of her depth and bewildered at the assassin's behavior. She never would have believed that Abyssinian would let Siberian or anyone else touch him, and that he would actively give comfort.
She continued the briefing quickly, only stuttering a few times as Abyssinian started absent mindedly petting Siberian's hair, as if he were indeed the cat his codename suggested.
Finally she managed to finish, and as she climbed the basement stairs, she stopped to listen to the men talking.
"Youji-kun and I will cover the remaining part of this shift," that was obviously Omi speaking first.
"Ah... I'll stay here until Ken wakes," Aya surprised her again, she'd expected him to lay the soccer player on the sofa and leave him.
"It's KenKen's turn to get dinner and shopping; but the Bishounen and I will do it once we've shut the shop."
"Ah."
At the sound of them standing to come up the stairs, she hurried the rest of the way up and out of the shop, wondering how much else there was about Weiss that she didn't know; she resolved to look into it - Kritiker's dogs were not allowed freedom that wasn't given to them in carefully controlled moderation.
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"KenKen's going to be embarrassed when he wakes up," Youji was sitting at the table watching Omi getting ribbon out of the bottom cupboard - it was a fascinating view.
"Ah..." Omi reached to the back of the bottom shelf, smiling wickedly as he heard Youji-kun pretend to cough to cover up a groan, "I think Ken-kun will be more embarrassed that he's snuggled up against Aya than missing the rest of the briefing."
"True," Youji lifted his shades to stare more intently as his target viewing moved side to side slightly, "They're both so dense though, Aya's almost always oblivious to the effect he has on Ken, and KenKen is too busy convincing himself he's not good enough for Ayan, to notice that he's actually wanted."
Omi grabbed the spool of ribbon that he'd been looking for - it was at the front of the cupboard on the top shelf, and came over to the table, "We should get them together."
"No Bishounen, they're nearly there on their own," Youji looked serious, "And they need to get that last bit done by themselves or it won't last - you know what they're like, if they think someone else had a hand in it, they won't believe the other one is serious."
"Ah," the smaller boy sat down feeling a little glum, "I don't like seeing them miserable for no reason ... I don't like not being able to help them..."
"You just don't like not being able to meddle," Youji grinned and leant over the table to drop a quick kiss on his lover's scrunched up nose. He sat back again quickly when the bell above the door chimed and the first wave of the late afternoon fangirls hit the store.
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Ken blinked and opened his eyes, he felt warm and relaxed - better that he'd done in weeks.
He was about to move when he felt something suspiciously hand-shaped, petting his hair. Moving his head very carefully, and very slowly he paled - then flushed bright crimson as his eyes met purple ones. Suddenly he remembered what had been happening before he fell asleep - and just who he was using as a pillow, "A...Aya..."
"Do you feel better now?" Aya's deep voice made him feel warm, and he smiled a little when he realized the red-head was still stroking his hair.
"I...I'm fine - thank you."
"Good."
Aya seemed in no hurry to move, and he didn't really want to either - he was enjoying his unexpected, but much welcomed piece of heaven.
"What did Manx say about the mission?"
He listened as Aya's honey-thick voice drew out the mission details, until he felt his eyes closing, and he nodded off again.
"So the target is..." Aya stopped in midsentance and smiled, a small chuckle escaping him when he realized the brunette had fallen asleep again.
Shuffling down the seat, so he was laying behind Ken, he wrapped his arms around the man's chest and waist to join him in slumber; his last thoughts as he drifted away were that he was going to tell the soccer player how he felt ...as soon as he woke up.
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"Hey Bishounen ... Omi - come look at this."
Omi looked round at his wayward lover standing in the doorway.
They'd kept the shop open for a few hours, and then he'd sent Youji off for food whilst he closed up.
"What is it?" he narrowed his eyes, "And just why do you have my digital camera?"
"Just come here and look." the tall man grinned, and Omi wandered over with a sigh.
Gesturing for silence, they crept down the basement steps, and Youji pointed to the sofa.
Omi looked over the back of it and smiled widely, covering his mouth as he felt laughter brewing.
At some point, Aya had lay down, and Ken had turned to face him, their arms and legs were now completely entwined.
"Ken-kun is going to be so embarrassed..." Omi giggled and watched as Youji took pictures from various angles.
"Ahh... but happy - although he won't be admitting that to anyone anytime soon." Youji smirked, and once he was finished, the two of them went back upstairs - completely oblivious to the sharp purple eyes tracking their every movement.
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Ken woke for the second time and groaned softly when he realized he'd fallen asleep during Aya's mission briefing. He tried to move, but found he couldn't.
Opening his eyes, he felt his heart skip a beat, and then melt at the sight of Aya sleeping on the sofa with him.
'Kiss him,' the thought appeared in his head, and despite his best half-hearted attempts, he couldn't banish it. Nervously, with his heart beating loudly in his ears, he leant forward and gently brushed his lips across Aya's.
He was caught surprised when the man's hands slid up his back and he was kissed back. Struggling, he tried to get away - he'd already taken too many liberties of his sleeping friend, and he didn't want to take advantage of being whoever Aya was dreaming about.
"Stay still Ken."
The deep voice shocked him further, and as he opened his mouth to stutter an answer, he was kissed very deeply.
After a few tense seconds, he relaxed into the kiss and returned it - half convinced that he was still asleep, and having a good dream for once.
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Youji opened the basement door and peered down the stairs, preparing to call and wake the other two to see if they wanted dinner. He made it down the first few stairs before seeing them. With a smirk he snapped a few more pictures with the camera he still held in his hand, and left.
"Where's Ken-kun and Aya-kun?" Omi asked as he entered the kitchen.
"Busy Bishounen," he looked over the top of his glasses and winked.
"Oh... OH! Really?!" Omi looked delighted as Youji turned the camera round and showed him the stills of the two men kissing.
The Playboy smiled again as his arms were filled with happy, bouncing Bishounen; he kissed him and with a quick pat on the bum, let him go, "Come on - we'll go and start making the dinner ... I'm sure they'll be hungry by the time it's ready."
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"A~ya..."
Aya loved the way Ken was whispering his name between kisses - it made him want to tell the soccer player anything and everything, even his real name -but he couldn't tell him that, he'd promised Aya that he would use her name until he could see her smile again - he wouldn't break that promise ... not even for Ken.
He kissed the man again, but he was unsure what to do after that; he knew Ken was exhausted from his nightmares, and that kissing was probably fine - it wouldn't tax too much of his energy; but they needed to talk before anything else was even considered - he wanted to know what Ken wanted from him, if it was the same thing he wanted from Ken.
Gently maneuvering them both so they were back in their original sitting position, he stole another sweet kiss, and spoke, "We really ought to talk."
"Ah," Ken looked a little breathless, he was glad for Aya's suggestion - he needed to know what was going on, what Aya was thinking - and what he wanted, he need to know if it was the same thing he wanted.
They sat in awkward silence for a few moments, neither one knowing where to start.
"I like you," Ken blurted out and lowered his eyes to study Aya's shirt, gIfve liked you for a long time."
"I like you too," there was a rumble of laughter in Aya's voice, "I guess that means we like each other... which is generally a good place to start."
Ken looked up with a scowl, only to see Aya smiling widely. He smiled back, feeling a little shy and insecure, "I guess so."
Aya drew the man closer, and started kissing his neck and ear, "So shall we like each other together?"
"Ahhh..." the sound Ken made was half agreement, half moan. He slid bonelessly closer to Aya as the red-head proceeded to make a series of kiss marks just above his collar.
Aya's hands were roaming possessively over his back and under his shirt, briefly Ken wondered if they were moving too fast, but he decided to stop thinking as his shirt was whipped over his head, and he was pressed back down against the sofa.
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Omi opened the basement door and started down the stairs; he stopped, turned back round and walked to the kitchen - accidentally forgetting to shut the door behind him.
"Well?" Youji greeted him, "Did they want dinner?"
A rather emphatic moan echoed up from the basement, and Omi flushed scarlet, looking at the floor and anywhere that wasn't his lover.
Curious, Youji stood, grabbing the camera as he did. Padding down to the basement, he made it half way down the stairs before stopping to look.
Ken was sitting naked against a shirtless Aya's lap, and was being kissed roughly. Youji could clearly see red scratch marks appearing on the soccer player's back, and kissmarks all over his neck. He thought he could see Aya's trousers open, but Ken was in the way, so he couldn't clearly tell.
He watched a little longer, snapping more pictures as he did, until Omi came and dragged him away, shutting the door firmly behind them.
"I think we better just leave them."
"Never thought about doing it in the mission room before," Youji crossed his arms behind his head and sauntered to the kitchen, looking over his shoulder he looked at his lover, "You coming? I'm hungry."
Omi took a look at the shut door and then back at Youji, "Not yet - but I guess I will be once you've eaten." he took a moment to enjoy the shocked look on his lover's face, and raced past him into the kitchen, dropping his shorts and mooning him on the way.
Youji threw back his head and laughed, hurrying to join his lover for his 'meal'.
OWARI.