Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet, Sweet Seduction ❯ Finally ( Chapter 9 )

Title: Sweet, Sweet, Seduction

 

Author: Last of Princes, Llewellynprince

 

Chapter 10: Finally

 

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God writes a lot of comedy... the trouble is, he's stuck with so many bad actors who don't know how to play funny. 

 

~Garrison Keillor

 

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Ken couldn't believe he'd decided to do this. He stared at his reflection in the mirror.

 

He'd just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing a pair of low slung, worn jeans and nothing else, not even underwear.

 

Ken blushed at his own reflection and muttered a curse under his breath.

 

If this turned out bad or embarrassing he could just beat them all unconscious so they wouldn't remember anything.

 

He was the best hand to hand fighter out of all of them, it'd be rather easy. Especially if he was pissed because they were busy laughing at him.

 

Heh, so that was the back up plan if this failed.

 

He took a deep breath and headed downstairs. Omi and Youji were out with Crawford and Schuldig and Free and Chloe had taken Yuki and Michael out for a movie and dinner. Chaperoning the unofficial date.

 

Ken thought it was the cutest thing in the world and Yuki had gotten mad at him when he said so.

 

Ken had taken to teasing him mercilessly about his crush on the young Irish assassin.

 

He laughed to himself as he entered the kitchen and started looking through the cupboards for something to eat for dinner.

 

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Ran toed off his shoes and hung his jacket on a peg before walking into the kitchen and stopping dead in his tracks.

 

There was Ken.

 

Siberian. There was Siberian. Because calling Ken by his assassin name was the only way to stop Ran from jumping him then and there.

 

The chocolate haired assassin was wearing nothing but a pair of old worn jeans that hung dangerously low over his hips and god Ran stared at perfect hip bones and felt a fetish coming on.

 

Dear god, who had hipbones like that!?

 

Only Ken.

 

GUH.

 

“GAAHH!” Ken jumped when he turned around and found Ran staring at his waist. “Ran? What's up?”

 

“Ur, nothing. What are you doing?”

 

Ken pulled a box of noodles out of the cupboard. “Food.” He dropped the box on the counter and filled a pot with water and set it on the oven to boil.

 

Ran watched him silently.

 

“You want some?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Noodles, you want some?” Ken asked pulling out bowls.

 

Ran nodded, not meeting Ken's eyes.

 

They stayed like that, waiting for the water boil, in an uncomfortable silence. It took Ran a few minutes to realize Ken was staring at him. “What?”

 

Ken looked away. “Nothing.”

 

Ran twitched and then found his gaze pinned on Ken's hip again. Damn.

 

A few minutes later.

 

Ken was staring at him again.

 

“Ken?”

 

He jumped. “Yes?”

 

“You're staring at me.”

 

“No I'm not.”

 

“Yes, you are.”

 

“No I'm not.”

 

“Yes, you are.”

 

“No I'm not.”

 

“Yes, you are.”

 

“No I'm-“

 

“This is pointless,” Ran growled.

 

Ken flushed but didn't speak.

 

This was getting ridiculous; Ken had never been this subtle or patient in all his life. Normally he would have just come out and asked him out but this was Ran, that course of action was likely to get him flayed alive.

 

Of course Youji's seduction thing wasn't getting him anywhere either.

 

“Ken, we need to talk,” Ran's voice cut into his inner dialog.

 

“Ur, okay.”

 

“Youji and Schuldig have spent the past week whispering things into my ear and head about you, chocolate sauce, and some positions I'm not sure are humanly possible.”

 

Ken blanched but couldn't fight the sudden swell of lust and curiosity. “And?”

 

Ran frowned and studied him for a moment. “Some of the ideas…weren't that…bad.” Ran mumbled and Ken could barely hear him.

 

Thank god for heightened senses.

 

“I always wanted to do it on the couch.” Ken said.

 

And the conversation on the way to the living room was quick and to the point.

 

“You have lube?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Grab the condoms.”

 

“Youji keeps a stash in the coffee table.”

 

“It's locked.”

 

“I can pick it easy.”

 

“Let's go.”

 

Ran kicked his shoes off as Ken went to work on the lock on the coffee table, kneeling and Ran groaned at the sight. He tossed his socks and shirt somewhere and quickly knelt behind Ken, wrapping his arms around his middle and pressing open mouth kisses on Ken's shoulder. His hands wandered over Ken's chest, teasing his nipples and sliding lower.

 

Ken groaned. Hands faltering on the lock.

 

Ran's hand didn't hesitate and dove into Ken's pants eagerly.

 

“AH!” Ken cried out in surprise when a cool, callused hand suddenly squeezed his cock. His head fell back and Ran took the opportunity to attack his neck.

 

Ran's left hand twisted his nipples into tight little nubs and Ken arched his back, his hands falling from the lock.

 

“St-stop,” Ken's voice was low and broken and Ran felt another swell of lust roll through his body. “I can't, ah, I, ngh, the lock, ahah, please…”

 

Listening to Ken's broken voice, husky and warm made Ran redouble his efforts and his fingers deftly wrapped around Ken's cock and began stroking. He felt Ken's body go lax against him and captured the younger man's lip in a kiss.

 

…diwedd…

 

Honestly, I thought Ran would be able to hold out longer, He didn't even last an hour.