Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Torn Between Two Lovers ❯ Caught in the Act ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Torn Between Two Lovers [chapter 3 of 4]

 

Book 1 of the Realizations Arc

 

Author: Enigma (also known as “E-sama the Llama”)

 

Series: Weiss Kreuz

 

Rating: NC-17

 

Pairing for Lemon: Yohji x Ken

 

Warnings: Yaoi, mild angst, coarse language, sexual triangle (Yohji/Ken/Aya), implied sex, masturbation, detailed lemon. AU-OOC.

 

Disclaimer: “Weiss Kreuz” is the property of Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. All original characters, including “Christie”, the unnamed drug dealer, etc. © Enigma, 2007. This unauthorized work of unpaid fanfiction is intended for entertainment only.

 

//internal thoughts//

 

 

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The warmly tender initial sexual encounter with Yohji had been the first time that Ken had had sex since before he'd ended Kase's accursed life.

 

Far sweeter and more considerate than anything his now deceased ex-lover had given him to remember him by, Ken tried hard not to read too much into his first time with Yohji. The darkest---and still secret---memories connected to Kase had left scars that had yet to heal.

 

For now, though, Ken pulled himself from the intense recollection with a sigh.

 

//Two weeks or so after that, there was that one mission that got aborted midway through and left us both keyed up, so we screwed each other's brains out again then, too. Hell, I can't even remember which one of us started it, but I *do* remember the way Aya glared at Yohji all morning the next day. Guess we were too loud, or something? Then again, it was just a couple of nights later that Aya…. No. Better if I don't think about that right now.//

 

A low, throbbing ache had built up in his groin as Ken's memory provided the details of not only the second but also the third time that he and Yohji had ended up caught in the throes of passion together. A strong hand slipped beneath his apron and massaged the slowly growing erection that had yet to strain too heavily against his cargo pants even as dark brown eyes darted around the room to make sure that he was alone. After all, masturbation is typically a solitary act.

 

//Well, here's an unexpected bonus thanks to all that rain. I've got the place to myself and who the hell cares if I jerk off when there's nothing else to do?//

 

As his gaze landed on the still open double doors that encouraged customers to enter their cozy flower shop, Ken's cheeks burned lightly while he muttered aloud, “Ugh. That's not a good idea after all. Or maybe it doesn't matter?” His eyes then turned toward the back corner of the Koneko and the decorative screen which shielded the messy potting bench where Ken had been known to retreat when the fangirls pawed at either of his partners too much.

 

It is important to note that Ken was very careful not to think of either Yohji or Aya as a “lover”.

 

What the two separate couples had exchanged privately after various missions had been strictly sex as far as he knew. It couldn't possibly be considered love when it was so animalistic, urgent, and ultimately never discussed after the fact. Then again, Kase had indeed been a “lover” in Ken's eyes and that had certainly ended badly more than once, so maybe this wasn't such a foolish distinction to honor even within his own mind.

 

Trying to ignore the now keen sense of anticipation in his groin, Ken made a point of closing the front doors in such a manner that the wind chimes would alert him to the arrival of any customers who might brave the elements on such an unpleasant summer day. The storm had intensified somewhat; now that the rain was coming down in a monsoonal deluge, he truly didn't think that was very likely.

 

As he double-checked the store en route to his chosen hideaway, he spotted a little African violet plant that Aya had set aside to take to his sister's hospital room. The pot had been wrapped in pastel foil and a simple bow had been added for adornment. It was understated just like the man who had decorated it.

 

This gave his heart strings a tug, yet Ken refused to stop and consider the unexpected twist that had initially brought him into intimate contact with the often sullen redhead. Recalling the first time that he had very unexpectedly found himself in a sexual situation with the Weiss swordsman could wait.

 

After repositioning the decorative screen to conceal his activity from the street as well as from the floor of the shop, Ken nodded to himself. It never occurred to him that he'd just opened it up more to the archway that led to both the stairs up to the residential section of the building and to the door to the alleyway behind the shop.

 

With a heartfelt groan, he shoved the light blue apron out of his way and clamped down on the crotch of his own outstretched cargo pants with a merciless grip. “Give me a minute, damnit!”

 

If anyone other than himself ever gave his groin as punishing a squeeze as he just did, he'd probably have killed them on the spot. But like most people, of course, Ken knew his own tolerances better than anyone else did and the brutal act gave him a momentary respite.

 

Sucking in a deep breath that carried the scent of flowers and potting soil with it, Ken shoved his hair back off his forehead and just gazed up at the ceiling for a moment. The earlier topic of his two partners simply would not settle back into the recesses of his awareness all that easily. Thus he found himself retracing his own mental pathway from only a few minutes earlier.

 

//They're so damned different and yet they both seem to want the same things from me. We never talk about any of it and, hell, for all I know, Yohji `n Aya screw each other when I'm not around after missions.//

 

This thought gave him pause and with a frown, he followed that line of thinking.

 

//But somehow that seems impossible. They're just too different to be satisfied with each other. That, and I can't imagine either one taking the submissive role that I'm always thrust into.//

 

With the quicksilver way that teen thought can ricochet from one topic to another, Ken's mind swung back and forth between the words “submissive” and “thrust” with a virtual montage of images of his two partners adding the punctuation for both. These mental gymnastics put an end to his attempt to sort things out about this increasingly important matter even as the needy, yearning sensations in his groin grew stronger and stronger.

 

“All fucking *right* already!” Ken seethed quietly even as he unbelted his pants and eased the zipper down over the outstretched cotton of his underwear. A hiss of relieved breath shot between his lips even as the white fabric-covered thickness jutting out made him grimace self-consciously.

 

With a soft laugh, he acknowledged privately what would've been fatally embarrassing otherwise.

 

//Who would've ever guessed that *Yohji* of all people gets off on tighty-whitey's? Shit, the first time he got me in the shower I was wearing briefs just because I hadn't gotten around to washing my boxers that day, but still! When he admitted they turned him on, I couldn't help but wear them more often. He's sure got some weird turn-on's…. Guess that's a leftover from his private eye days or something?//

 

Even as his mind was exploring one of the unexpected sides of his elder partner, Ken's fingers were already lightly teasing the trapped flesh which was rapidly expanding with so little encouragement.

 

//Hell, I'm already a little wet. That's strange.//

 

Pulling out the front edge of his waistband, Ken gave the glimmering tip of his cock a disgusted look and then shrugged. He'd gone from a very unsatisfying sex life to one that defied comprehension yet was punctuated with phenomenal moments of ecstasy. No wonder his body's response time had become so rapid. Then again, that small voice that he refused to listen to tried to remind him that this was precisely what he'd been trained for by the first man to have attempted to claim his life.

 

Still casting his chocolate gaze downwards, Ken watched as he ran his own thumb across the precum impatiently seeping from the tip of his erection. After swirling it around a few times to both tease himself as well as to satisfy his own curiosity, he pulled his hand away and stared at the shimmering fluid before licking it off. With a scowl, he silently repeated an earlier conclusion.

 

//Who the hell said all guy's jiz tastes the same? Moron.//

 

The hidden truth behind that thought had been that he'd been trying to keep the flavors of both his partners in mind long enough to decide which he liked better, but Ken could never decide. A head to head---pardon the pun---comparison was what was truly needed, yet he doubted such a thing would ever come to pass.

 

Carefully positioning himself so he was standing with his back leaning against the potting bench for stability, Ken finally got down to the business of pleasuring himself.

 

As his right hand slipped into the open front of his cargo pants and began to massage the thickened shaft there, his left delved between his apron and shirt to lightly stroke first one fabric covered nipple and then the other. With a soft moan of pleasure, Ken flit his fingers back and forth across his chest until he needed more direct stimulation. Slipping his hand up underneath his shirt, he lightly pinched his nipples several times until they were as stiff and hard as his cock was becoming.

 

While enticing his chest had been enjoyable, the real action had all been below the waist.

 

Confident and experienced strokes had ensured that his groin had sufficient attention to allow a full state of arousal to begin to overtake him. Dropping his left hand down to assist his right, Ken dipped one hand inside his briefs while the other remained on the outside. The two stroked in a syncopated rhythm that mimicked what he imagined it would be like if Aya and Yohji were to work together to entice him prior to a sex act unlike any Ken dared to dream of.

 

With a deep throaty gasp, Ken allowed his imagination to go where it rarely went.

 

//If only they'd both do me at once! Gods, that would just *have* be good!//

 

Brunette lashes fluttered as his eyes closed and his head fell back slightly. Mouth agape as this impossible scenario played out behind his lids, Ken let his hands behave as he imagined his partners' would. One would be light and teasing while the other would be heavier and more demanding, or at least that was how these false phantoms behaved.

 

His imagination went further and added the way the other two assassins might regard one another even as Ken was the center of their efforts.

 

In his fantasy, Yohji and Aya would welcome each other as equals. There would be no enmity regarding which had experienced what with him in the past. Perhaps they might even willingly exchange tender kisses or touches as Ken watched with delight. Sadly, this was indeed pure fantasy and nothing more; it soon dissipated as desperation grew.

 

After several minutes of this self-inflicted though delicious torture, Ken opened his eyes and snarled softly, “Enough of that!” Privately he feared that he would peak too soon, but he wasn't about to risk that becoming a self-fulfilling prophesy by actually mentioning it.

 

With an angry shake of his head, he stopped stroking himself long enough to shove both cargo pants and briefs partway down his thighs. The moderately cool air of the Koneko felt good against his heated groin. The summer temperatures in Tokyo weren't exactly cool normally, but all of the rain had brought them down into the 70's and that was more comfortable than the normal 80's regardless of the humidity.

 

With a pleasant exhalation of breath, Ken refocused his attention on his fully exposed genitals.

 

With a soft grunt, he pushed the constricting pants down even further thereby freeing his balls which he cradled firmly in the palm of one hand. As he shifted the velvety sac back and forth like a craps player might massage a pair of dice, he began to ramp the pleasure factor back up again.

 

His free hand went so far as to toss his apron over one shoulder to maximize accessibility and then shoved the hem of his shirt up high enough so his still sensitized nipples could enjoy the cool air, too. Unaware of the sensual display that he was making of himself, he let his head loll back once more. His eyes drifted closed as he released his awareness of the outer world in favor of the inner one.

 

“Mmmmm….” Ken moaned quietly as he lightly stroked his nipples before letting his hand settle back down where it was needed most. While continuing to massage his balls with one hand, he began to run his fingertips up and down the shaft of his cock with his other.

 

At first, he only lightly touched himself here and there as if it were Yohji's hand in a playful mood offering delight yet withholding satisfaction. Then, his grip became stronger, more demanding, and more like Aya's for the brief incendiary moments they had come together.

 

The fantasy suited Ken just fine and he became so utterly lost in it that he never even heard the light, almost leonine tread of sock clad feet stalking towards him.

 

The eldest member of Weiss had had the good fortune to have decided to go check on Ken primarily out of concern for the teen's well being and without even a hint that he might be greeted with such a wonderful sight. Not unlike himself, Yohji knew Ken was prone to the occasional unhealthy stint of depression on rainy days, so his primary objective had been to go and keep him company even while refusing to actually “work”.

 

Roughly ten minutes earlier, wearing nothing more exciting than ragged jeans and an old muscle shirt, Yohji had left his third-floor bedroom to wander downstairs in stocking feet.

 

His signature sunglasses were perched on the top of his head since they certainly weren't needed for anything other than a fashion statement on such an overcast day. The only thing missing from his ensemble was one of his usual Camel cigarettes, but Aya had long forbidden smoking in the flower shop. The acrid scent of tobacco tended to ruin the sweet perfume of the blossoms that they all worked so hard to present at their finest.

 

As he had passed through the large and welcoming kitchen, Yohji had taken a moment to check the calendar to see what his work schedule looked like for the upcoming weekend. He had then become concerned to note that the accompanying impromptu “attendance board” that they used to let each other know where they were showed that Omi was still out on a delivery run from earlier that day. More perplexing was the lack of information of any sort on Aya.

 

Where the Weiss field commander might be was rarely a mystery. The redhead had even become reliable about listing his trips to the MagicBus Hospital to see his sister once that little secret was out of the bag.

 

“Hmmmm…. I wonder where Aya's gotten off to?” Yohji had asked himself at that moment.

 

Perhaps a much better question would have been whether or not the Weiss swordsman had indeed begun a sexual relationship with the team's hand-to-hand combat master, something the wire user suspected. However, Kudou Yohji was as lazy about this aspect of his life as he was so many others and he simply chose to ignore the problem hoping it might go away on its own.

 

Or at least, that was the excuse he chose to make to himself about it.

 

That little less than white lie was easier to swallow than to admit that, for the first time in his life, he'd begun feeling jealous about sharing a sex partner with another person. Typically easy going and more than happy to share---the number of threesomes and flat out orgies he'd participated in over the years staggered the imagination---he found it incomprehensible that he'd feel resentment toward someone as desperately in need of a good fuck as Aya clearly was.

 

Of far greater consequence was that one of things that Yohji most desperately wanted to ignore was how worried he'd been about Ken once he noticed signs of recent sexual misuse if not actual abuse.

 

The sorrowful truth of the matter was that Yohji just couldn't handle the pain it had caused him a little over a week ago when he finally recovered from a drinking binge just to find Ken's beautifully tan face marred by scratches that the boy refused to explain. That night, when he had seduced him post-assignment and Ken's ass just wasn't the same, either, he had had the first inkling that things had changed drastically.

 

For now, though, he fought down these demons, ignored them to the point that they made no difference in his approach to life in general and Ken in particular, and went on about his lackadaisical business.

 

As he'd stood gazing at the bulletin board, he'd considered double checking Aya's bedroom to see if he'd unexpectedly taken ill, but had decided against it. “I'll go give Kenken some grief and then I'll hike back up to the top floor to check on old sourpuss.” Never imagining what he might find one floor below, at the time, he had just shrugged his shoulders and muttered to himself, “That'll be good enough.”

 

Even though this thought about checking on Aya had occurred to him mere moments earlier, nothing could have been further from Yohji's mind the moment that he stepped off the lowest riser of the stairs.

 

At that exact moment, Ken had just closed his eyes for the first time and---in Yohji's not so humble opinion---he was feeling himself up rather seductively.

 

It never once crossed Yohji's mind that Ken might've been putting on a performance for the unaccounted for swordsman or anyone else for that matter. The way the brunette youth was slowly stimulating himself and all of the sexy little noises he was making told the experienced people watcher that this wasn't intended to be a public performance.

 

As the heat had risen, Yohji had carefully concealed himself so he could continue to enjoy his voyeurism undetected even should Ken suddenly decide to reconnect with the real world. As it was, this worked incredibly well, and the resultant wash of sensual glory as Ken exposed himself fully had left Yohji almost breathless with desire.

 

With a truly devilish grin, Yohji closed the distance between them carefully insuring himself a full view even as he kept his approach silent enough to not interrupt the erotic display. By this point, Ken's hands were both desperately working his own cock and balls, mercilessly urging himself towards completion yet not attaining it easily.

 

Powerful fingers curled into a fist, Ken pumped up and over the flared base of the tip several times before he grunted in disgust. Nirvana was terribly close yet his imagination couldn't settle on a single fantasy long enough to get past the last block before orgasm could claim him.

 

“Damnit!” Ken swore softly.

 

The frustration and misery in his voice touched Yohji's heart. Despite his hopes to merely stand there and enjoy watching as his friend masturbated to completion, he stepped closer still and placed a large, warm hand over Ken's desperate ones as he breathed softly, “Need a little help, Kenken?”

 

Chocolate brown eyes flew wide in horror as Ken tried to take an involuntary step back yet only slammed his ass into the edge of the potting bench before being frozen in place. Startled and unsure of what to do, his hands tried to guiltily conceal their previous activity even as he exclaimed, “Yohji!! What the hell are you doing here?!?”

 

With a dark chortle of wicked delight, Yohji answered, “The better question is what are *you* doing, Ken…-chan? After all, aren't you on duty right now?”

 

Wishing that he could turn around and somehow hide the angry red erection that was rapidly flagging in response to the sudden intrusion, Ken found himself momentarily speechless. His shocked eyes, however, eloquently begged for understanding and that was all it took to melt Yohji's previously invulnerable heart yet again.

 

“Shhh…. Don't panic,” Yohji said gently and then brought his other hand to bear on Ken's slowly withering arousal. “I'm sorry I startled you. But don't stop what you're doing.”

 

“But, Yohji!” Ken finally found his voice long enough to exclaim guiltily, “I shouldn't have been jerking off in here. Gods, what is *wrong* with me?!”

 

Shrugging even as his hands slowly began to nurse Ken's erection back to health, Yohji said softly, “Take it easy. There's nothing wrong with you, Ken. You've just been under some stress lately and you were bored, right?” When his young lover hesitated to reply verbally, yet his body answered loudly, the confident blond continued, saying, “Maybe what you should do is to just relax and let old Yohji give you what you really need, ne?”

 

Feeling his knees weakening slightly and his mind becoming cloudy in that familiar rush, Ken groaned softly, “We shouldn't do it here. Not in the flower shop…. Right?” The questioning tone at the end of what he'd meant to be a strong statement undermined his efforts to prevent his powerful partner from seducing him further, but Ken already knew he'd lost the battle.

 

“Why not here? Why not now?” Yohji's throaty tone was like an aphrodisiac and that was the end of any legitimate resistance from the young man that he was having difficulty not addressing by any number of sweet nicknames. Like it or not, the playboy's heart was melting more and more each day, yet he struggled not to admit it in so many words. Not even to himself.

 

“Why me?” Ken asked rhetorically, or at least that was how Yohji chose to interpret it.

 

Whether the brunette was actually wondering how he ranked attention like this in the first place or whether he was asking the universe at large why he was so lucky/unlucky to have been chosen by this seductive man will never be known. As it was, Ken's cock had returned to its earlier vigor and now of all times, Yohji released it before taking a step backwards, sinewy arms crossing over his chest as he did so.

 

“What the hell?!” Ken seethed as soon as he realized his own hands were all that were left cradling his now eagerly dripping length.

 

Yohji tilted his head to one side slightly and admitted, “I want to watch.”

 

Poor Ken was thunderstruck.

 

Yohji's single golden hoop earring glimmered in the afternoon light as he licked his lips and murmured, “Can you make yourself come for me, Kenken? Can you make yourself lose control so thoroughly that you can release all of that delicious cum right in front of me?” One long-fingered hand wriggled free and settled down over the slightly outstretched crotch of his own tattered jeans as he forgot his intention not to use endearments as he urged, “Please, baby, do that for me. I can't even remember the last time I got to watch someone finish the job you just started so beautifully!”

 

Once he was past the shock, Ken was initially flattered by Yohji's request.

 

But then he was disappointed with himself as his lightning fast mind brought forth the memory of one of the times that thrice-damned Kase had requested the exact same thing. At the time, he'd demanded the performance in front of an audience of several “investors” and that had left a dark cloud so bad that Ken's arousal once more began to fade.

 

“No, Yohji, I… well, I just can't,” Ken said quietly.

 

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To be continued….