Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ This means war! ❯ The Front Line ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimers: Not mine…yet.

 

 

 

The Front line

 

Omi woke to a warm body wrapped around his.

 

He tensed in shock, and then remembered the events of the previous night…and how his bed was unfit for an occupant.

 

So here he was in Ken's bed and arms.

 

He sighed in content, snuggling in closer to the object of his late night fantasies, who in turn, wrapped his arms tighter around the younger man.

 

Omi's eyes flew open all of a sudden, wide-awake.

 

Ohmygod…Ken's hand…oh shimatta…what do I do?

 

The older man's hand had drifted downwards in his sleep, now resting half on his thigh…very very upper thigh….and half on his groin!

 

Which was beginning to react to the touch.

 

Be calm, he told himself.

 

Calm! Ken is going to wake up any minute!

Then he'll realise that you would've like last night to be real - not just acting!

 

Carefully, he tried to extricate himself from the soccer player's strong hold.

He had managed to get one arm free…just one more…

 

“Eep!”

 

He was being hauled back into the circle of Ken's arms as if he were a plushie!

Yeah sure he was cute in a chibi way, but that doesn't mean you can half strangle him when you try to cuddle…

 

He tried once again to wrench himself free, but again, was only tugged back tighter.

 

Holy Hell-o!

 

If that was what he thought it was…well then maybe he wasn't the only one hiding things huh Kenken?

 

Finally resigned to the fact that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, Omi relaxed and let himself drift back to sleep…Back to dreams of half-naked soccer players…well one anyway.

 

 

“C'mon Ayan!”

 

“No”

 

“You're the one who declared war last night! You can't run away from the enemy!”

 

“They are not the enemy Yohji. They are Ken and Omi, and what they choose to do - with or without each other - is none of our concern,” The redhead reasoned.

 

“It's my business when they interrupt us!” Yohji rallied.

 

Aya sighed, “Yohji, just because Omi screamed louder than you, does not mean they won…and besides you screamed longer”

The redhead looked smug now, knowing that he had been the cause of the intense reaction that had poured out of the blonde in the heat of their intense coupling the previous night.

 

“But Ayan,” Yohji whined, “ How can you resist my cute little attempt at begging?”

 

“I prefer you begging for something else Yohji”

 

“If you wont help me…the I'll tell Aya-chan what your favourite club is!” The nightclub that the blonde was referring to was a Gay bondage and leather club called `Risky Business'. Yohji doubted that Aya would want his little imouto to know about that.

 

“Kudoh…”

 

Oh shit…last name terms, thought the blonde.

 

“ Aya-chan already knows about my sexual orientation…she knows about you too…about us” The swordsman added that last bit rather hesitantly - as if he was unsure still of the former playboy's interest in having a long-term relationship.

 

“Aya…”

 

Yohji understood his love's apprehension, but he was adamant and monogamous.

No one was having his kitten, because he was not giving him up - ever.

Plain and simple.

Eventually red would see and accept that.

 

“Aya…I've already told you I'm not going anywhere! So you're stuck with me! Deal with it!” Yohji half yelled, before sitting, cross-legged on the bespread and pouting.

 

Aya looked down, almost demurely for a second, before raising his gaze to Yohji's emerald one.

 

The older man could not suppress the shudder that ran through him at the sight of Aya's eyes, darkening to a deep violet with lust.

 

The shorter man crawled out from under the covers, and on his hands and knees, made his way towards the blonde.

 

Without hesitation, they crashed together, lips locked, tongues twining together, bodies moulding against one another's, until…

 

“Stop!” Yohji cried wrenching his lips away from the redhead's, who immediately tried to capture them again.

 

“No…Aya! We have to save this…” He cried.

 

Still dark eyes narrowed in confusion, “For what Yohji!?”

 

A mischievous grin appeared on the older assassin's face, “For the front line of course! This is war remember Ayan?” He simpered, trying to convince the redhead to join in the battle against the younger two of the team.

 

The battle that he had declared.

 

Aya rolled his eyes, then scowled up at the blonde, “If I do this…You have to wear the handcuffs next time”

 

Yohji grinned…easy bargain.

 

He nodded enthusiastically, before removing himself from his position atop that pale body.

 

His grin faltered however, when he saw the evil and satisfied smirk the redhead was currently wearing.

 

Shit.

 

He had been played!

 

He watched as the younger man reached into the bedside draw and took out Yohji's pair of leather handcuffs, placing them on the nightstand for easier access.

 

Aya walked to the door, stopping to beckon the still shocked blonde to follow, “Well Yotan? Soldiers have to be up early to get ahead of their opposition.”

 

Aya walked out of the room, wearing nothing but a pair of Yohji's flimsy black silk pyjama pants, and swaying his hips seductively.

 

I am gonna kill those little shits! Thought the blonde - I still have marks from last time I wore the cuffs for Aya!

 

He didn't even need to say what creek he was up without a paddle.