Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ This means war! ❯ Branding ( Chapter 4 )

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This Means War Chapter 4

 

"Yohji let me see it!"

 

"It hurts!"

 

"I already had mine done! I showed you!"

 

"A piercing is not the same!"

 

Yohji leapt over the bed again, Aya in close pursuit. Diving for cover under the bed, he was almost out of the other side, painless freedom in sight, when Aya's head poked down over the bed - right in front of his.

 

'Shit'

 

"Yohji I'll be gentle I promise - I just want to see it!" Aya was almost begging, and that pleading look in his eyes was Yohji's undoing. He huffed and nodded, crawling out of under the bed being mindful of his back.

 

Aya helped him up off the floor and true to his word, gently lifted Yohji's uncharacteristically loose shirt. A roughly 5 inch bandaged square of skin was revealed. Carefully, the bandage was peeled of his skin.

 

Yohji looked over his shoulder, almost startled to see the reverent look in Aya's eyes as he lightly traced the letters on his lower back.

 

The redhead could hardly believe that Yohji was his. After all that time spent wanting the other assassin, the relationship still felt new - despite their level of commitment to one another.

His attention was driven away from such thoughts as he focused intently on the ink marking the tan skin on the right side of Yohji's lower back.

 

A black heart, pierced by a Katana, identical to his. The deep crimson color of the blood that flowed from the point of the weapon's entry was startlingly vibrant against the pitch-black heart.

The blood dripped also from a series of small cuts on the face of the heart - the tiny nicks used to form the name 'RAN'.

 

It was beautiful. Perfect…a declaration of his relationship with Yohji and his place in Yohji's heart.

 

Even still, the blonde was right - a tattoo hurt a lot more than a simple navel piercing. Aya bent at the waist and softly kissed the sore flesh. Yohji smiled as he turned around to place his hands on the redhead's hips, leaning forward for a deeper kiss.

 

They were panting heavily when they parted, but now wasn't the time to go any further - they were only supposed to be having a ten minute lunch break after all.

 

"Happy, love?" Yohji queried as he rested his head on the other man's shoulder. Aya smiled gently and nodded almost lost in his thoughts of how his plans may have to be slightly altered tonight.

 

Aya pulled Yohji with him to his feet and they headed back to the Koneko, both feeling happier than they had earlier on in the day. Aya's face still wore a small gentle smile.

 

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Omi and Ken had left half an hour ago, and Yohji swore he heard muted moaning upstairs.

 

The remainder of the two lover's shift passed far too slowly for either of them, both parties were eager to return to their room for a different kind of party.

 

When the shop was finally cleaned and closed, Yohji sent a smoldering look at Aya before walking swiftly upstairs, hips-a-swaying. Aya needed no encouragement, and after throwing down his despised apron, he followed.

 

As Yohji continued up the stairs to their room, Aya stopped off in the kitchen. Grabbing a bag, he hastily opened the fridge to grab his purchases from earlier…only to find them half gone.

 

His mind refused to believe what it was seeing for a moment - another part of his anatomy in fully blown denial and hysterics - before he finally digested what had happened.

 

Someone had eaten his chocolate sauce…his special and very expensive ice cream was demolished…the cherries had obviously been picked at. The packet of creamy chocolate chips was almost gone. The whipped cream had been opened and felt slightly empty.

 

Someone had ruined his plans for a delicious Yohji-sundae.

 

Someone was going to die.

 

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Omi moaned in appreciation as he swallowed another mouthful of the creamy substance.

 

"What flavor is this!? It's sooo yummy! The cherries are so fresh too! This was a great idea Ken-ken…thanks for cheering me up - but a bed can be replaced you know!" Omi smiled in contentment before sticking his tongue out to lick at a streak of chocolate sauce on his lip.

 

Ken's eyes were riveted to the pink muscle's progress, watching until it disappeared back into Omi's mouth. His eyes were glazed from what Omi assumed was an after-effect of the to-die-for ice cream sundaes that they just ate. The pair of them were sitting in Omi's room on the floor, now staring at the remains of the young assassin's bed.

 

Ken had his still-cold bowl strategically placed in his lap, hoping that the chilled china would help diminish an Omi moaning induced problem. It seemed to be working. As long as they didn't eat anything else for a while…the teen seemed to be a very vocal eater.

 

Suddenly Omi hopped to his feet and swooped back down to grab his bowl. Before Ken could do anything, the blonde had snatched away his dignity…his bowl.

 

"Ken…"

 

Ken looked up fearfully.

 

"Why are your pants wet?"