Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Lemons ❯ Words that begin with Homo ( Chapter 3 )

Changing Teams (chapter 1)

Paring: KenxOmi

Warning: Kinky Omi in drag. For the purposes of this story, Oka did not die.

The full story, sans lemon, is posted on fanfiction.net. Be forewarned, it focuses more on Aya and Yoji. If you intend to read the actual story, please read the first chapter there first.

This was all Oka's fault.

They had been having lunch in an outdoor café, talking about their boyfriends when Oka brought it up.

-----Flashback to last week-----

"What's the wildest thing Ken's ever asked you to do?"

"Do?"

"Yeah, you know, special stuff."

"He's never asked for anything special"

"Really? Nothing at all?"

"No, Ken isn't really into kinks, he just likes to get right down to business"

"He has kinks, he just doesn't want to ask. We have to find them."

"Why? Our sex life is fine."

"Does he think so?"

"Of course he does…I think."

"How long have you two been together? Two years? And in all that time you have never tried anything new?"

"Well no but…"

"Come on Omi-kun, variety is the spice of life. What is he interested in that you aren't?"

"Soccer?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Women. He used to have a real girlfriend"

"Perfect."

-----end of flashback-----

Omi had gone all out. The hardest part was deciding what kind of woman to be. Schoolgirls didn't turn either of them on for obvious reasons, nuns were out because of the whole Ruth thing, Omi tried hookers, but when he went downtown for ideas he saw one wearing short shorts and a lace up shirt that looked almost exactly like the one he was wearing over his short shorts at the moment and it had scared him away.

He had finally settled for a skintight black skirt that was just barely long enough to keep his impressive assets hidden and a sleeveless mock turtleneck midriff with thigh-high black stockings and a pair of four inch heels Oka had lent him.

This was going to be perfect. He used a curling iron to get his bangs and the longest bits of his hair to curve softly in towards his face. He put on some very subtle makeup (Oka had to teach him how to wear it without looking like a whore), just a little blush and some pink eye shadow with frosted pink lip gloss. His nails had been filed and cleaned. He had even shaved his legs.

He waited until he was sure Ken was almost done doing the store inventory before making his move. While his lover was turned around, ducked under the counter, Omi hoped up next to the register and crossed his legs one knee over the other. He leaned back slightly, putting his weight on his arms and sticking his impressive fake boobs out a little.

Ken stood up and turned around to the unexpected sight. He dropped the sales receipts he had been looking for and stared in shock.

"Hello Kenken" Omi purred, feeling a bit more confident with Ken's stunned expression.

"O-Omi…what?"

"Do you like it Ken?" Omi seemed more self-conscious now. Ken was just staring at him in shock. Omi was about to bolt toward his room sobbing when he felt a strong hand grip his thigh at the strip of white skin between the top of the stockings and the hem of the skirt, Omi opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Ken's mouth crushing his in what could only be described as a very sloppy kiss.

Ken slid his hand around the back of Omi's leg and slipped it up under the hem of the skirt until he was cupping Omi's ass. The other hand was trailed inside the tight top where Ken started playing with one of the water balloons Omi had used to stuff his bra. A flick of a nail had water burst all over the squirming body beneath him.

Omi wrapped his legs around Ken and levered himself off the counter, grinding their pelvises together. Ken took the hint and moved their play down to the floor, remembering to be considerate of the smaller man and let him sit on top.

Ken peeled off Omi's soggy shirt and bra, and then set about removing the tight skirt. In his altered state of mind it took him several minutes to work the buckle open, his movements impeded by Omi who had managed to pull Ken's jeans off while he was otherwise occupied. Giving a whoop of satisfaction he finally got the damn skirt off and swung it like a lasso over his head with one hand while the other started massaging Omi's groin, pulling off the lace panties. Omi gave his first cry of pleasure just as Ken let the skirt go to fly across the room.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The blood drained from Omi's face as he frantically pulled on Ken's discarded sweater and tried to make himself look presentable.

"It's just me Yoji-kun, I was looking for the sales receipts." Ken decided this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and very gently slid his hand up Omi's still-stockinged leg. Omi squeaked.

"Alone?" Ken took Omi's sac in one hand and gently massaged it while he started toying with the slit of Omi's penis with the other.

"Yes alone" Omi's hand came down and started smacking Ken. Ken avoided his hand, and then went right back to drawing pictures with the pre-cum on Omi's inner thigh.

"Alright you win Yoji-kun, I am on a date. Please leave." Ken nearly laughed. Omi was extremely turned on, and now he desperately wanted Yoji to leave.

"So, introduce us."

"mmm . . . . ah. . no. . Yoji-kun, she's (Ken nipped him a little, he was no she). . ow. . naked. Isn't that right Oka?" Omi shot Ken a look that said clearly that he would pay for his fun.

Well, if he was going to pay anyway. Ken made a move to start sucking Omi off.

"Quit it Ken-kun this isn't the time." Omi was petrified. He'd slipped, now Yoji knew. What would he say?

It only got worse when Ken stood up and started groping him in plain sight. He wanted to curl up and die, this was so humiliating. Yoji's face was indecipherable for a few seconds and then he turned and bolted up the stairs.

"Aren't you glad that's over with?" Ken had wanted to tell Yoji ever since Aya found out so he could grope Omi in public. Omi didn't want him to find out for the same reason.

Ken turned to the intercom to alert Aya to the new development and then turned back to his lover intending to pick up where they left off when they were so rudely interrupted.

Omi had pulled on Ken's discarded clothes and was making his way toward the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"Bed"

"I'll join you"

"I think not."

"Sorry Omi, Yoji is in your room right now, you're going to have to sleep with me."

"Not if I make you sleep on the couch." And Omi went up to Ken's room and locked the door.

Ken sighed and made his way to the couch. He wondered what Momoe-san would think when she came in tomorrow and saw him sleeping in the living room naked. There was no way he was putting on the skirt.