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Jealous Part 1-3 by Makoto Sagara
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Part 1
Title: Jealous Author: Makoto Sagara Archive: my site, and ff.net; anywhere else, just ask. Category: Angst Pairings: Ken + Youji, Omi + Aya Rating: PG-ish Warnings: Language, shonen ai, Ken POV Disclaimers: Dun own anything Weiß, except my posters and DVDs. Koyasu Takehito-sama and some big Japanese companies own the rights to the series and name. I'm just using the characters for some fun. Also, I hold no claim to the song I'm Jealous of Your Cigarette by Hawksley Workman. I have no money, so suing is pointless, unless you like pocket lint. Flames are used to keep me warm, or given to Neko for her bonfires. Dedication: This is for Duo-chan, my lovely beta, for her birthday. Happy 18th! Thanks: To the amazing Mo-chan for beta'ing for me. To Stacy, for getting me hooked on this song, and a few others. Symbols: ~blah~ - song lyrics *blah* - emphasized words *~*~* - change in scene Jealous Do you know what it's like to be jealous of something that's inanimate? Something that doesn't have feelings, thoughts, emotions, and only one purpose? Ok, so the thing's purpose isn't exactly a great one, but Youji seems to think it's more than enough, and every time I see him with it, I want to rip it away from him and take its place. I am jealous of a cigarette. How dumb is that? But the way that Youji sucks on that slim delicate stick, I feel so hot and bothered... I want to jump him, and I wish that he would do that to me. I want to give him that ecstatic look of pure pleasure that he gets when he lights his first smoke of the day or when he's particularly stressed. Jealous of a cigarette. Hello, I am Ken Hidaka, and I'm jealous of a cancerous cigarette. Shit. I'm pathetic. Ok, so I'm jealous of more than just his cigarettes. I'm jealous of the women he flirts with, the way his eyes flash when a particularly beautiful woman (or man) comes into his line of vision, the way he stares after Manx at mission briefings, and just about anything or one that gets to touch him more than just casually. I think I'm obsessed, and I have no way to adequately deal with it. ~No muscle man, no candy cane~ ~No pack of sexy starving wolves~ ~No money talking, moonlight walking~ ~Lady shocking, big crow cocking~ ~Those ladybugs can go to blazes~ ~Here and there go pretty faces~ ~All of this don't mess my stuffing~ ~Only one thing got me huffing~ Shit, it's seven-thirty in the morning, and he comes into the kitchen with one of those damned death sticks lit, puffing away happily. And now, I stare....... He's in nothing but a deliciously short black silk robe; it barely covers his matching boxers. He hasn't noticed that anyone is watching him, even though Aya, Omi and myself are situated in random parts of the kitchen. He shakes those long, honey-tinted locks and runs a hand through them, making them even messier. Omi has to lean over me and whisper loudly in my ear to get my attention. I shake my head, blush, and mutter something about not being awake and more coffee. Nicely done, Ken. Bet he thinks you're an idiot now. No, he just laughs deeply, flicks ashes into the ever-present ashtray, and goes to get his own coffee, asking me if I want another cup. I nod mutely and turn my head; anything to avoid having to look at Youji in his barely dressed state or the slim cigarette as it hangs lightly from his firm, full lips. The things my mind imagines about those lips And suddenly, it becomes a bit too hot to be in the kitchen anymore. I leave and stand out on the balcony, letting the cool January air calm me down, and hopefully let my head clear out of anything that I don't really want to share with anyone else... Well, that's not *entirely* true, but you understand what I'm saying, right? ~I'm jealous of your cigarette~ ~And all the things you do with it~ ~I'm jealous of your cigarette~ ~And the pleasure that you get from it~ ~And not me~ ~All this time your talking no~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Ok, it's now about noon. Omi's away at school, and the rest of us are dealing with the flower shop that serves as our cover. Looking at us, you'd never imagine that we are responsible for the 'mysterious' deaths of all the corrupt politicians, rotten business men, and leaders of drug/slave/guns/etc rings. But, we are, and we do our jobs, both of them, to the best of our abilities. In a few short hours, I will have to share Youji with more than just Aya and Obaba-san[1]. I don't want school to end, although having Omi around will make it a little easier for me to concentrate on the 'work' I'm supposed to be doing. "Ken!" Aya's deep voice snaps me from my thoughts, and I realize that I have just succeeded in over-watering a brand new fern. Kuso... it's totally useless now. In a matter of time, it will die, even if I try to drain all the water from it. Great going, dork. You've just let Youji, *and* Aya, know what a complete and utter idiot you are. Why not do something else dumb? Like blurt out all the dirty things you'd like to do with Youji every time he lights up his cigarettes? Or tell Aya that he might have friends if he'd remove the stick from up his ass? Or take Omi out, get him drunk and then shove him in Aya's room. Okay, the last two are no good. If I did either, then I'd be the jerk with no friends. "Hey, Aya, it's time for my break, and I'd like to take Ken-ken outside to talk," Youji says casually, and I'm frozen to the spot I'm standing in. He... wants to *talk* to me? What the hell? "That cool?" "Eto... fine. Just don't take too long," Aya says, his voice faltering in the usual chill he gives Youji. A dismissive wave from Youji to Aya, and soon, I'm being led out the side door of the shop and into the alleyway where my motorcycle is parked. It's looking a little grimy from the deliveries I made this morning. I think I need to give it a nice washing tonight after the shop closes. Yes, that's the plan. I'll clean my bike, and then go on a *very* long drive to unwind. My thoughts are taken from my bike back to Youji as soon as he lights up a cigarette. ~No king, no prince with gold ring pinky~ ~I suggest that we do something kinky~ ~No pilot flying private plane~ ~To smooch you on the hills of Spain~ ~No catapult to all night kisses~ ~That old thing just always misses~ ~All of this don't mess my stuffing~ ~Only one thing got me huffing~ He takes a long drag from the cylindrical object in his hand, and breathes out a large cloud of nasty smoke. I am staring, mesmerized, at the look of pure satisfaction that has crossed my team mate's face. "So, Ken, what's up with you recently? You're acting like a zombie one minute and a hormone crazed teenager the next," he says, fixing me with a look that makes my knees feel like they are made out of putty. "B-betsuni... H-honto ni..." I stutter out. I sound like an idiot. I know I do, but my mouth isn't working as fast as I would like it. "Bull," he calmly states, taking another puff from his little friend. "In my opinion, Ken, you need to get laid." I almost faint as he says that. I can't believe he just said that I needed to get laid. If he had *any* inkling of what my mind was processing at the moment, he'd be sick to his stomach. He'd never talk to me again; I'm sure of it. "Y-you're kidding, right?" I ask. "No. And if you ever need any help, you know where to look." He winks, drops his cigarette butt, steps on it, and walks back into the shop. I stare at the discarded, misshapen, and forgotten butt, and I hate it even more. Even though he dropped it when he was done with it, another one will be there to take its place the next time he wants one. Just like all the women he dates. ~I'm jealous of your cigarette~ ~And all the things you do with it~ ~I'm jealous of your cigarette~ ~And how you wanna suck on it~ ~And not me~ ~All this time your talking no~ They may be discarded, but at least they get to share some time with sexy, undeniable, charismatic, and unobtainable Kudou Youji. Unlike me. I hate them. All of them. They get a few moments of his time, and I get to watch him with them. All of them. Then, I think about what he said before he left me standing here, looking like the idiot I am. "If I ever need any help.... I know where to look?" I think over that one sentence and the wink that followed it. "Was.... Was that an offer, Youji?" "Maybe it was, Ken-ken." ~All this time your talking no~ I blush, but still stare at the cigarette butt on the ground in front of my feet. Even though he might be serious, I can't think of anything to say to that. "Come inside, before Aya has a coronary and we're stuck dealing with Omi- kun after he finds out about it," Youji says, his footsteps disappearing into the distance. And the cigarette butt just lays there. Maybe it should be jealous of me..... ~I'm jealous of your cigarette~ Notes: [1] Obaba-san – Japanese, "grandmother; old woman"
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Part 2
Title: Nothing To Be Jealous About Author: Makoto Sagara Archive: my site and ff.net; Anywhere else, just ask! Category: Angst, Romance Pairings: Youji/Ken, Omi + Aya Rating: R Warnings: Shonen ai, language, lime, Youji POV Disclaimers: Dun own anything Weiß, except my posters and DVDs. Koyasu Takehito-sama and some big Japanese companies own the rights to the series and name. I'm just using the characters for some fun. I have no money, so suing is pointless, unless you like pocket lint. Flames are used to keep me warm, or given to Neko for her bonfires. Dedication: To Sara, because the first one was a big tease, and this is the real meat of the story! Long live the Evil Onna! *beams and runs off* Thanks: To Jo, who when I told her about the first part told me I had to write *at least* a lime to follow up. Symbols: *blah* - emphasized words *~*~* - change in scene Nothing To Be Jealous About I've noticed the way he stares at me. I would have to be an idiot not to, and I may be many things -- a womanizer, a smoker, a chronic drinker -- but idiot is *not* on that list. He always stares at me when I smoke. It's a bit endearing, and a lot disturbing. He all but glares as I light up my first cig of the day. I'm used to seeing Aya glare, but Ken... No fucking way. So, when he killed Aya's little pet project of that hideous fern, I knew it was time to step in. I told Aya that I was going on a short break and led Ken outside to the alley beside the shop. We got out there, and the former soccer player just stares at his bike. I know the thing is important to him -- about as important as my jeep is to me -- but I'm tired of the way he's being shy about his attraction. To be perfectly honest, I'm bisexual. I like both men and women. I prefer to think of myself as an equal opportunity lover, but since Asuka died, I just haven't really gotten over her... That's why I always end up with some woman who resembles her, if only superficially. I suppose that's how I deal with the grief. Or maybe I'm just a *little* afraid of becoming attached to anyone, even my own team mates. But Ken, well, he's just sexy, in a naïve sort of way. So, when I lit a cigarette in the alley with Ken and he stared his envious glaring, I knew it was time to make the first step, in an ambiguous sort of way. "So, Ken, what's up with you recently? You're acting like a zombie one minute and a hormone crazed teenager the next," I said, looking at him, letting some of my concern show through. He looks as if he's going to faint. That's just too cute. "B-betsuni... H-honto ni..." he stutters, and I have to hide the snicker that I *really* want to let loose. He's such a horrible liar. "Bull," I calmly stated, taking another drag from the cigarette in my hand. "In my opinion, Ken, you need to get laid." I watched him as he tried to figure out what I said. He grew kind of pale, in the 'I'm about to faint if I don't get some oxygen to my brain' sort of way. Again with the cute behaviour that I knew I would have to take advantage of, at least once. For my own sanity, of course. "Y-you're kidding, right," he asked, voice still hitching a bit. "No. And if you ever need any help, you know where to look." I gave him one of my infamous winks, finished off my cig, crushed it into the ground, and walked into the shop. He thought I was gone, but I stood behind the door, watching through the crack and waiting to see if he would actually get what I was offering. All he did was stare at the ground for about two minutes. Then, his head snapped up. "If I ever need any help.... I know where to look?" he asked, and I could have sworn I could hear the cogs turning in his mind. "Was.... Was that an offer, Youji?" I smirked, and decided to let him know I was still there. "Maybe it was, Ken-ken." He froze, and I imagined the blush that would be across his cheeks. I couldn't help but chuckle quietly to myself. He was very silent and staring at the ground again. I wouldn't win if he kept this up. I made a mental note to continue this later. "Come inside, before Aya has a coronary and we're stuck dealing with Omi- kun after he finds out about it," I said, heading back to deal with the Ice Prince and the gaggle of girls who would appear in about an hour. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Ken was a little twitchy for the rest of the day, and jumped every time Aya called his name so he could take an order out. I nearly laughed every time, but thought better about it. Had it been me in his shoes, I don't think I would have appreciated anyone laughing at my preoccupation in catching Aya's attention. He's not exactly the easiest person to work with. Omi kept giving him worried glances, but it's kind of hard to talk to one another when surrounded by about ten girls each. And they were all girls -- not a legal one in sight after four p.m. When Ken would leave to make deliveries, Omi then took the opportunity to steal a few glances at Aya, but our 'fearless leader' was too busy trying to ignore the girls who were pressing in on him and to work to notice the wistful look on the Chibi's face. At least I know when someone's giving me looks filled with lust and longing, but also, I'm not Aya. Finally, seven p.m. rolled around, and I happily escorted our fan club to the door of the shop. Ken walked Obaba-san and her cat back to her apartment across the street, and Aya, Omi and myself cleaned up the mess and covered up the displays in the window. I watched as Ken made his way with Obaba-san through the front display window, and a stray beam of fading sunlight lit up his face and hair. It was near-breathtaking. "He's nice looking, isn't he," Omi asked, watching Ken just like I was. "He is," I replied looking down at the Chibi at my elbow. "So, Chibi, what's it to you?" "I don't know. Ken's just the most normal of us all, I guess. I envy him that." A wistful look stole across his genki little face. "I mean, I was raised in this mess. Aya came over for revenge. You, Youji, I don't know why you're here, but I know that Ken has nowhere else to go, but could still have a real life. I just wish things were that easy for me sometimes." I ran a hand through his dirty-blond locks fondly, thinking over what he was saying. It was true. Everyone of us had our own reasons for why we're here, acting as assassins for a nearly nonexistent boss. Aya wanted Taketori's head on a platter, and for good reasons. I had nowhere else to be, and hoped that one day I could find the group that killed Asuka – to bury her ghost once and for all. Omi has been an assassin for as long as he could remember back. That just left Ken, who came to us after his supposed 'mysterious' death which followed a big scandal on the J-league Soccer team. I remember reading about it when it happened. "Well, kiddo, not much we can do, now is there," I asked, turning from the window as Ken quickly approached the door, pulled it wide and slunk to the floor. He looked as if he had been mugged, and was breathing as if he had been running. "What happened to you, Ken," Omi asked, running over to check on his friend. "Girls... Scary... Tried to run... Found me..." he said between breaths. I raised an eyebrow at Aya, who glared at our fallen team mate, and locked the front door before turning to head up to the apartment. I was followed by voices, but headed to my own room, waiting until I was sure that I could get Ken-ken alone, and not quite so exhausted – for all the wrong reasons. I heard the door of the room next to mine, Ken's, shut and a thud on the floor. I carefully made my way to his room, using my skills to make no noise and put my head against the door. I listened very carefully as his muffled voice became clearer. "...such an idiot... never gonna look at you now... thinks you're a loser.... Great job, Hidaka... should just die now... over with...." Well, that wasn't what I expected. Sounded like Ken was having a few problems about something, and I had a pretty good feeling what that was. Backing away from the door a little and making a small amount of noise, I knocked on the brown-haired man's door. "Go away, Omi," Ken said, his voice muffled still. "You know, I'd *love* to fulfill your request, but I'm not Omi," I said as jovially as I could, smirking to myself. I waited as time ticked by slowly and Ken didn't say anything else. "Ken? You ok there?" "Y-Youji?" He sounded more than a bit surprised. I shook my head. This was going to be a lot more difficult than I previously thought. His little schoolboy crush was going to be a problem if he kept acting so shocked every time I talked to him. "Yeah, it's me. May I come in?" Another thud and a slight crash sounded on the other side of the door, and I was rewarded with a grimacing brunet as he opened the door. "What happened?" "N-nothing. Just kinda..." He dropped his head, and I snuck a look into his room. What I saw was his nightstand slightly askew and the covers on his bed mussed. I looked back at the younger man in front of me, who was blushing a bit. Out of nerves or embarrassment, I couldn't rightly tell. "So, are you going to let me in," I asked, acting as if I didn't notice anything. "Ano... Do you really want to come in," he inquired, the blush across his cheeks spreading to the rest of his face. I decided to take pity on him. "No, I don't have to, but I'd like to talk to you." I paused to think where we could go to have a semi-private talk without going too far. "Let's go out to the kitchen balcony." I turned and led the way outside. I heard a whispered "Okay" and the footsteps that signaled that he was following. I waved to Omi, who was in the living room on the couch, watching television, and to Aya, who was fixing some odd concoction that I was *not* going to eat. I opened the door that led to the balcony and held it that way until Ken came out and stood beside me. Then, I shut it – right in Aya and Omi's faces. Damn nosey people. They need to take the hint. When I was sure that both the redhead and the blond were away from the door, I turned to my companion. He was staring out into the city, and I watched him watching the view. A little chilly breeze picked up and blew his short hair around his face, his bangs completely covering his blue eyes. He shivered in the cold air and I had to resist the urge to pull him close and keep him warm. He was beautiful in the half moon's light, and I suddenly wondered how I had missed that before then. "Ken?" I called, my voice low and husky with the desire I felt for him right then and getting his attention. "H-hai?" he asked, voice shaky and nervous. He turned to look at me for the first time since I had made my offer and a powerful surge of lust slammed into my bloodstream. I wasted no time, but instead, grabbed him by his shoulders, pulled him close and kissed him - hard. His lips were soft and very still, but he never pulled away. I wrapped him into a restricting embrace and licked his lips with my tongue, asking silently for entrance to his sweet mouth. His body tensed a little, and I slid a hand down to his waist, pulling him closer to me. The former soccer player let his body relax and opened his mouth, albeit hesitantly. I could feel the rest of his body come to life, and made a mental note when his hand flew to my long hair and began to try to control the kiss. After a few moments later, I broke for air, and saw that Ken's face was totally relaxed. I smiled and lifted his face to look at me. "Ken, I don't think you're an idiot, loser, or whatever else you were saying to yourself earlier." His eyes flew open, a look of absolute horror across his face. "You... You... You heard me?" "Only a little, but that's not the point. There's nothing for you to be embarrassed, or jealous for that matter, about. You're fine just the way you are," I said, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead and leaving him to think outside on the balcony. I think he got the message that I was serious earlier. Next step was on him, and I needed a cigarette.
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Part 3
Title: Jealousy Sucks Author:Makoto Sagara Archive:www.afallenangel.net/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html,www.fanfiction.net - Anywhere else, just ask. Category:Romance, Angst Pairings:Youji/Ken, Aya + Omi Rating:R Warnings:shonen ai, angst, lemon, OOC, language, Ken POV Disclaimers:God, if I owned Weiß, I would never have made Glühen… Seeing as how it was made, you can bet that I have nothing to do with Weiß, except for being a major fan of both the seiyuu and the original series and OAV. No money is made from this work of fanfiction, and I still remain as poor as I was when I started it. A/N:This is the third installment of the "Jealousy Saga". The first two were written for my beta, Duo-chan, on her 18th birthday. This is the result of having Neko, my violent angst muse, annoy the hell out of me for two weeks, and Rainy's insisting that I should write something with a little more "oomph" than the other two. Hope this makes you both feel better. Symbols:*blah* - emphasized words or thoughts *~*~* - Change of scene He kissed me. He really kissed me. I didn't imagine it. My lips were still tingling from the heat of his kiss when Omi stepped out on the balcony beside me. I barely even noticed that I had company as my mind reeled with what the hell I should do after that. Should I follow him and actually *do* one of the *many* things that had been running through my mind for months now? Should I apologize and act like it never happened? What should I have done? I never got an opportunity to do anything because Omi decided that it was time to talk about what he obviously saw. "Ken?" the blond asked as I started out at the city's lights. "Mmm?" "Did… Did Youji just kiss you?" "Mmhmm." "Are you alright?" he asked, the worry in his voice all but dripping out. "Yeah... Fine, Omi-kun." We both were quiet and watched the silent progression of the night. "The city is so deceiving, isn't it?" I blurted out randomly. "Huh? What?" "Well, think about it. It looks so beautiful and peaceful right now, but somewhere there's a mugging, shooting, robbery, or something as equally damaging that we'll find out about in the morning. But right now, it's breathtaking." Omi playfully shoved me, and I smiled as he retorted. "I think that kiss went a little deeper than just your lips. I think Yo-tan affected your brain." We both laughed for a few moments, and then my mind wandered back to the intensity of that earlier kiss. It was so… passionate and needy. I'd never thought that Youji could kiss like that, and I wanted more. So much more. "You know, being jealous sucks," I said, looking at my only real friend. "Tell me about it." "What are *you* jealous over?" "Everything that Aya does, thinks or reacts to… Like Taketori… He gets all of Aya's focus, and he forgets about everything else when that creep's in sight. It's depressing." He sighed and leaned against the wooden banister of the balcony. "It's sorta how you get jealous when Youji doesn't even register anything until he has his first cigarette." "Gotcha," I said, watching the night with him. A few more minutes of silence between us fell, and I stopped thinking about everything, including Youji. I was surprised when I felt Omi kick me. "Itai [1]! What the hell was that for?" "Why are you still here when you could be with Youji?" Omi yelled, a devious smile across his petit face. "Unless…." He winked and I would have sworn the blond had been taking lessons from Youji. "I get your point," I said, turning to face the door. "I'm off, Omi-kaa-san. I promise to behave." I looked at him with a quick smile. "You'd better not, Ken…" he said, but suddenly his face sobered as he looked at me. "Good luck." "Thanks," I replied, opening the door and forcing myself to follow my infatuation to where I knew I could find him: his room. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 'It's only a piece of wood. It will not bite me. It's only a piece of wood. It will not bite me.' That was the mantra that rolled through my brain as I stared, nervously I might add, at the door to Youji's room. 'The door won't bite you, but what's on the other side *will*,' my subconscious supplied. "Pessimistic much?" I whispered, moving to knock on the obstacle in front of me. I can't remember a time where I was more panicky about anything, but I knew that if I wanted what Youji may or may not have been offering me, I would have to gather the courage to take that first step. Sighing, I curled my hand into a fist and rapped a few times on the wooden barrier. I gasped when the door was thrown open and got a good look at the room's occupant. He was dressed much differently than he had been only minutes ago. Before, he'd been in black slacks and a dull blue button up shirt. Now, he was in black leather pants, a meshed black mid-drift shirt, black leather boots, and his hair was spilling down in waves. He was gorgeous, as always, and a look of amusement was spread across his face. "Do you always talk to yourself like that, Ken-ken? It's not a good sign of your sanity," he said, his deep voice adding to the lack of blood in my brain that I was experiencing. I vaguely remember nodding a little, and soon the hallway was filled with the rich sound of his laughter. "So, what took you so long?" He winked. "I… I… ano… Omi-kun held me up," I managed to say, which was followed by another laugh of his. "Is that so?" I nodded in response, still not trusting my voice. "Well, that's fine, but I'm going out for the night. Unless…" "U-unless what?" "You'd either like to come with me, or give me a reason why I should stay here," he whispered into my ear. With that, any semblance of actual thinking was lost to me. "Can you, Ken?" "Eto…" I said, while my head screamed 'ASK HIM TO STAY, IDIOT!' "St-stay," I whispered, and I barely heard myself. "Fine," he said, pulling back with a sexy smile. "I'll stay. Now, what can I do for you, Ken-ken?" What could he do for me? I think the actual question was what could he *do* to me. I don't know what I was thinking, or even if I *was* thinking, but the next thing I knew, I had launched myself at Youji and started kissing him, grounding my hips into his own. I was sure that he was going to push me away still, or not respond to my aggressive behaviour, but he did no such thing. Instead, he fought me for control of the kiss, all while dragging me into his room and kicking the door shut behind us. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I woke up the next morning, achy, groggy and unaware of where I really was. All that I could remember from the night before was that first kiss from Youji and my talk with Omi afterwards. I tried to move so the obnoxious sun would stop shining in my eyes, but found that I was unable to move. Something warm, heavy and very hard was strapped to my chest. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember exactly what happened and why I couldn't move. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath as the memories hit me. Kissing Youji, being pulled into his room, stripping each other as fast as we could, the way it felt as he took me and kissed me at the same time, the way he held me afterwards, how gentle he was. Everything hit me full force and I realized that I wasn't even dressed, or in my own bed. The weight across my chest could only have been Youji's arm. I smiled in satisfaction, and tried to move closer to the bed's other occupant. My body protested violently and I hissed in pain. "It always hurts the first few times, but it gets better. I promise you," Youji muttered sleepily, pulling me towards him. "Mmm. It's nice to wake up to someone as sexy as you every once and a while." I felt all the blood in my body rush to my face and my cock at the same time, and I tried my damnedest to just ignore the arousal that I was getting. It wasn't working out very well, and Youji noticed. "Oh, liked that did you? Well, morning sex is always good too," he whispered, whipping the covers off of the both of us and sitting back on his heels in five seconds flat. "What do you think, Ken-ken?" I swallowed my fear and discomfort and reached my arms out to pull him towards me. "As long as you're as gentle as you were last night…" "I'm always gentle," he replied before leaning in to kiss me passionately. I could taste the stale cigarettes on his breath, but what he was doing with his tongue pushed that thought out of my mind. "Do you really want this again?" he asked as we broke for air. "Gods, yes… For so long…" I whispered. "Good." He moved one of his long, slender hands down to my ass, and I felt how cold they were. "Relax, it's just the lube… It's cold, I know, but I want you now," he growled, slowly inserting a slim digit past that first ring of muscles. I nearly screamed out in pain as my body was invaded, but Youji surprised me by moving down my body until he was eye level with my erection and swallowing it whole. Soon, I was writhing with pleasure, and I barely noticed as he began to stretch me with two cold fingers. He continued to suck me off until I felt a tight knot of pressure building in my abdomen. I knew that I was about to come right then and there, and tried to warn Youji, but he was so engrossed at what he was doing – and well, I might add – that I never had the opportunity to say anything. I came with so much force that my body was shaking, but I did notice that he was swallowing every drop of my seed, and that made my waning erection come to life again. He sat up, licking his lips and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "A little salty, but sweet. Just like you," he said, kissing me hard. I could taste myself on his mouth, and it was a huge turn on. He pulled away again, and pressed his fingers that were still inside me against something that I had no idea existed until that moment. "Oh, God, YOUJI! Do that again," I screamed, not even aware of anything but the feelings he was producing in my body. "Gladly," he replied, pressing his fingers against what I later found out was my prostrate and all the nerves in from my hips to my feet felt like they were on fire and tingling at the same time. "OOOOOH! Take me now!" "Oh, you are so forceful, Ken-ken. I like." He was purring, not speaking, and that was turning me on even more. By that point, I was rock hard again, and I wanted him to just take me and make me his again… and again… and again… He removed his fingers, and I whimpered at the empty feeling that followed, but I was surprised as he lifted me up, flipped me over and positioned me on my hands and knees. As quickly as he had done that, he had the tip of his own cock placed at my entrance and was slowly letting it slide inside of me. Time stopped, and I don't really know how long it took for him to fully enter my body, but it felt so good. "So tight. So hot. So sweet. Just like you, Ken-ken," he rasped sexily, and my arousal jumped at the sound of his voice. "So tight…." He began to thrust shallowly and after a few seconds of that, I was trying to force myself back on that hard cock. It felt so damn complete to be impaled upon Youji's manhood. I never wanted it to end, but I needed some more satisfaction. "Ready, I take it." I somehow managed to nod and was rewarded as he pulled almost all the way out and rammed home. He was so deep that I could feel his balls as they came to slap against my ass cheeks. He set a hard, fast pace, and I was trying my hardest to keep up, but somehow he maneuvered our encounter to where he was hitting my prostrate with every thrust. I was crying out in ecstasy with every move and it only got better when he grabbed my own neglected erection and began pumping away. It took a few minutes, but he finally managed to synchronize his movements, and I was nearing Heaven with each and every second that passed. Soon, the tightening in my stomach began again and I was screaming louder. All too quickly, I was shooting my 'load' all over his hand, my stomach, legs and the bed. A few thrusts later, Youji yelled out his release, and I felt the heat of his cum as it coated the walls of my anus. I was so sapped of energy that I collapsed onto the bed, ignoring the huge wet feeling under me, and I was joined by Youji on my left as he carefully pulled out and fell next to me. I snuck a glance at him, and saw that his gorgeous face was smiling and sweaty. "Damn, if it's even possible, you were tighter this morning than last night." "Mmm, that good?" "Oh yeah, very much so… Damn, the way you look, all prostrate and sexy, makes me want you again. But, I'm sure our extra-curricular activities have awakened the natives." "Shit," I swore, trying to move up off the bed, but found that not only was I in pain again, I was wiped. I couldn't even really lift my head from the pillow it laid on. There was a sound of muffled voices and shuffling feet out in the hallway, and then a voice that definitely belonged to Aya rang out. "If that ass has some woman up in here, I'm going to kill him myself!" That was followed by Omi's voice, and what sounded like "It's not a woman, and you wouldn't believe me if I told you." I laughed out loud and was joined by my new lover. "Sounds like the Chibi has things under hand, but I'm gonna go out there and get Ran under control," Youji said, standing from the bed and covering me with the sheet. "You try and remember how to move again. I'll be back." He quickly kissed my forehead while throwing on a slightly longer robe than his usual black silk one and left the room. Trying to get my body to cooperate with me was a bigger task than I thought that it had any right to be, but eventually, I managed to sit up on the edge of the bed, although my whole lower half protested madly. By the time that Youji returned to his room, I was buttoning up my jeans from the night before. I looked up to see him watching me. "What?" "Nothing. Just watching you," he replied, picking up my shirt, socks, boxers and shoes and handing them to me. "Chibi's got Ran in the kitchen, so you can make it safely to your room to get some clean clothes and run off to the shower." "Thanks," I said, blushing slightly. "Still so shy, and after I've seen everything you got and tasted more than you could guess." He shrugged. "That's why you're so irresistible. I suggest you go now, before Ran discovers you coming out of my room." "I don't care," I said, kissing him one more time before leaving him and going to my own room. I managed to get clean clothes, go to the bathroom, take a shower, get dressed, and come into the kitchen before I saw anyone else. Aya was glaring as he waited for toast to cook. Omi was sitting at the table, munching away at some cereal and drinking a glass of orange juice. Youji wasn't in there, but that wasn't unusual. He is normally the last of us to make it into the kitchen every morning. I looked over at Omi as I poured myself a cup of coffee and caught a knowing smile on the blond's face. I smiled and nodded shortly to him, and he started to laugh, but quickly covered it up with a cough. After I added sugar and cream to my coffee, I sat next to him at the table. "You know, I'm jealous of you now," he whispered as he leaned over to me. "Why?" I asked, puzzled as to why he was saying this to me. "You finally did it. You got Yo-tan to drag you to his bed. I'm really jealous of you now." I sat up and fought the urge to laugh as Omi shot a longing glance at the redhead, who was still glaring at the toaster. "You know what they say about jealousy, Omi?" "No, what?" "It sucks." "So do you, and quite well, I might add," Youji whispered into my ear. Notes: [1]Itai – Japanese, "Ow; that hurt"
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