Disclaimers/ warnings: Still in the first chapter. I should put them
somewhere else just to be tricky.
A/N: WAHHHHHHH! The last chapter! You don't even want to know how many class lectures I missed trying to get this one done. And then I had to start on the other one, too. . .
You see, I have a friend Rei-chan. And she read my stories. And she said they were okay. But she's not really a big A/K fan so she had some trouble enjoying them (naturally). So I asked her to tell me what her favorite pairing was, and I said I'd write a story about them instead. She went all red in the face - she's so funny that way - and said Yohji/Schuldich. So I'm writing her story. It's going to be called 'What Yohji Learned at Summer Camp' and should be posted fairly soon. Hopefully some of you are versatile enough to like the Yohji/Schuldich pairing too and you'll read it. I can't say I'm a huge fan but - hey. Whatever. The things we do for friends!
So, yeah. Please read it after I eventually get it up. Now let's get on with this!
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Night seems long, but the sun always rises, and so it did that Sunday. The bright light streaming through Ken's window pranced about a bit before settling across the young man's face. He shifted, groaned, and then suddenly halted as he felt arms around him again. Ken sighed. A dream. It was just a dream, as usual. He let his eyes flicker open. And, to his absolute shock, the dream didn't fade. Pale arms still encircled his waist and held him against the soft, warm fabric of his lover's turtleneck. Aya gave a soft moan at his movement and opened his beautiful eyes, crimson hair splayed messily across the white pillow. Ken smiled.
"Morning. . . " the redhead said, more as a question than a greeting. Ken nodded. Aya groaned and pulled him back deeper into the circle of his arms, mumbling something under his breath. Ken closed his eyes for a moment to savor the feeling of being held so tightly. He leaned up and kissed Aya's soft lips, still somewhat dazed from his dream-turned- reality. Aya responded sleepily before pulling away and tucking Ken's face against his pale neck, winding wandering fingers into his koi's soft hair. Ken giggled as he wrapped his arms around Aya's body. This was as close to Heaven as he'd probably ever get, and it was close enough in his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Omi's cheerful voice echoed through the bedroom. "Ken-kun! Time to get up for work! You and Yohji-koi have the morning shift today!" he called. Ken groaned again and snuggled into Aya.
"Mmmm. . . maybe if I ignore him he'll go away," he muttered. Aya chuckled. At the door, Omi paused, surprised. Was that Aya's voice coming from inside Ken's room? Wisely, Omi decided to leave.
About ten minutes later, Ken stumbled down the stairs with Aya right behind him. He yawned loudly as he reached the table and leaned on its smooth surface. Yohji gloated at him, obviously failing to notice how close he and Aya were this morning.
"Sleep well, Kenken?" Yohji teased. Despite his exhaustion, Ken managed to grin at him.
"Best night in weeks," he answered cheekily. Yohji raised an eyebrow. Aya looked at Yohji. He looked at Ken. He looked at Omi. He smirked. Then he slid his arms around Ken and pulled him flush against his chest, nuzzling the brunette's ear. Ken shivered happily, Omi gawked, and Yohji paused in his snide comments.
"Was it really?" Aya murmured. Ken shuddered again as Aya's breath brushed his neck. He purred a little and nodded. Yohji's jaw hit the ground, a look of dismay fixing itself to his features. Pleased, Aya looked up from teasing Ken and met the tall blonde's eye. "I win, you lose," he said simply. Ken looked confused. To quiet him, Aya spun him around and kissed him deeply, eliciting a light moan from his new boyfriend. Yohji stared at him.
"That's it?" he asked, dumbfounded, as the two finally broke for air. Aya shot him a look. "That's what you meant by seduce?"
Aya's glare was at its iciest. "What -exactly- did you -think- I meant?" he ground out, pulling Ken closer to him. "Ken's -mine-. That was the point, -wasn't it-?" He ran his hands possessively over Ken's skin and glared Yohji into the ground. Yohji sweatdropped.
"Ah. . . n-nothing, of course! That was all! I think I'd - uh - better go make breakfast," he responded nervously. Aya's eyes glinted with unabashed pleasure.
"Yes, I -thought- that was it," Aya growled at Yohji's retreating form. Omi blinked, then suddenly understood what Yohji had been getting at. He slapped a hand over his mouth and blushed vibrantly.
"Yohji-koi!" he cried, clearly affronted. He chased his boyfriend into the kitchen, where Aya and Ken could hear him yelling at Yohji with all his might. Ken was still apparently clueless as to Yohji's intention.
"Wow, he's making breakfast, huh? Cool! It was my day to cook, too!" Ken exclaimed cheerfully. Aya smiled down at his lover and kissed him again. Ken was so joyfully naïve. Or at least, that's what he thought until he felt Ken's fingers playing with the skin beneath the edge of his shirt. He pulled back gently and looked down, surprised. Ken smiled up at him, but his smile was somewhat devious this time.
"You were trying to seduce me, hmm? And Yohji doesn't think a kiss counts?" he asked slyly. Aya felt himself blushing hard. Ken laughed and hugged him tightly. Aya was as innocent as Omi sometimes.
Then Aya started, having remembered something. Ken gave him a questioning look. "I have something to give Yohji. Come with me?" he asked. Ken nodded and grabbed his hand as they wandered into the kitchen, obviously trying to keep contact with the redhead. Aya thought it was cute. In the kitchen they found Omi and Yohji locked in a fierce argument, which ended only when Aya coughed loudly. Omi had obviously done some good, because Yohji seemed almost ashamed.
"Er - look Aya, I didn't mean it that way, well - well, okay, maybe I did, but I was only joking and-" Aya glared him into silence.
"You might want to be careful with your jokes, Kudou. You're putting ideas in his head." Yohji blinked and looked at Ken, who winked at him insolently. Then he was forced to look away, as a white envelope was shoved into his face.
"What's this?" he exclaimed, rather surprised when he opened it to reveal two VIP passes to a new club opening downtown. In awe, he looked into Aya's laughing eyes. "Hey - this is that new club I wanted to go to! Why'd you give me this?" he asked gleefully. Aya's gaze became wistful.
"It's a gift," he answered softly as he took Ken back into his arms again. "In return for what you gave me." Yohji smiled kindly. Omi teared up immediately.
"Oh that's so beautiful Aya-kun!" Omi cried, sniffling loudly and reaching for his hanky. Yohji wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah - pretty damn sappy though. Hey! Omittchi and I can go to this tonight!" He grinned evilly. "And I know just what he can wear!" Omi paled.
"Yohji-koi! There's no way I'm wearing one of those little leather outfits you keen trying to force on me! I might as well just wear paint!" he cried out. His companions laughed at this - even Aya joined in. Their laughter drifted down the quiet Sunday street and over the glistening city like the melody to some lullaby love song. Four men. Two dreams. One mission: happily ever after.
It was a beautiful day.
~End Day 7~
~End Checkmate~
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AHHHHHHHHHH! SAP! SAP! Sap by the buckets! I'm drowning! Oh well. It was really the only way I could think of to finish up a story like this. Liked it? Hated it? Let me know please. ^-^
A/N: WAHHHHHHH! The last chapter! You don't even want to know how many class lectures I missed trying to get this one done. And then I had to start on the other one, too. . .
You see, I have a friend Rei-chan. And she read my stories. And she said they were okay. But she's not really a big A/K fan so she had some trouble enjoying them (naturally). So I asked her to tell me what her favorite pairing was, and I said I'd write a story about them instead. She went all red in the face - she's so funny that way - and said Yohji/Schuldich. So I'm writing her story. It's going to be called 'What Yohji Learned at Summer Camp' and should be posted fairly soon. Hopefully some of you are versatile enough to like the Yohji/Schuldich pairing too and you'll read it. I can't say I'm a huge fan but - hey. Whatever. The things we do for friends!
So, yeah. Please read it after I eventually get it up. Now let's get on with this!
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Night seems long, but the sun always rises, and so it did that Sunday. The bright light streaming through Ken's window pranced about a bit before settling across the young man's face. He shifted, groaned, and then suddenly halted as he felt arms around him again. Ken sighed. A dream. It was just a dream, as usual. He let his eyes flicker open. And, to his absolute shock, the dream didn't fade. Pale arms still encircled his waist and held him against the soft, warm fabric of his lover's turtleneck. Aya gave a soft moan at his movement and opened his beautiful eyes, crimson hair splayed messily across the white pillow. Ken smiled.
"Morning. . . " the redhead said, more as a question than a greeting. Ken nodded. Aya groaned and pulled him back deeper into the circle of his arms, mumbling something under his breath. Ken closed his eyes for a moment to savor the feeling of being held so tightly. He leaned up and kissed Aya's soft lips, still somewhat dazed from his dream-turned- reality. Aya responded sleepily before pulling away and tucking Ken's face against his pale neck, winding wandering fingers into his koi's soft hair. Ken giggled as he wrapped his arms around Aya's body. This was as close to Heaven as he'd probably ever get, and it was close enough in his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Omi's cheerful voice echoed through the bedroom. "Ken-kun! Time to get up for work! You and Yohji-koi have the morning shift today!" he called. Ken groaned again and snuggled into Aya.
"Mmmm. . . maybe if I ignore him he'll go away," he muttered. Aya chuckled. At the door, Omi paused, surprised. Was that Aya's voice coming from inside Ken's room? Wisely, Omi decided to leave.
About ten minutes later, Ken stumbled down the stairs with Aya right behind him. He yawned loudly as he reached the table and leaned on its smooth surface. Yohji gloated at him, obviously failing to notice how close he and Aya were this morning.
"Sleep well, Kenken?" Yohji teased. Despite his exhaustion, Ken managed to grin at him.
"Best night in weeks," he answered cheekily. Yohji raised an eyebrow. Aya looked at Yohji. He looked at Ken. He looked at Omi. He smirked. Then he slid his arms around Ken and pulled him flush against his chest, nuzzling the brunette's ear. Ken shivered happily, Omi gawked, and Yohji paused in his snide comments.
"Was it really?" Aya murmured. Ken shuddered again as Aya's breath brushed his neck. He purred a little and nodded. Yohji's jaw hit the ground, a look of dismay fixing itself to his features. Pleased, Aya looked up from teasing Ken and met the tall blonde's eye. "I win, you lose," he said simply. Ken looked confused. To quiet him, Aya spun him around and kissed him deeply, eliciting a light moan from his new boyfriend. Yohji stared at him.
"That's it?" he asked, dumbfounded, as the two finally broke for air. Aya shot him a look. "That's what you meant by seduce?"
Aya's glare was at its iciest. "What -exactly- did you -think- I meant?" he ground out, pulling Ken closer to him. "Ken's -mine-. That was the point, -wasn't it-?" He ran his hands possessively over Ken's skin and glared Yohji into the ground. Yohji sweatdropped.
"Ah. . . n-nothing, of course! That was all! I think I'd - uh - better go make breakfast," he responded nervously. Aya's eyes glinted with unabashed pleasure.
"Yes, I -thought- that was it," Aya growled at Yohji's retreating form. Omi blinked, then suddenly understood what Yohji had been getting at. He slapped a hand over his mouth and blushed vibrantly.
"Yohji-koi!" he cried, clearly affronted. He chased his boyfriend into the kitchen, where Aya and Ken could hear him yelling at Yohji with all his might. Ken was still apparently clueless as to Yohji's intention.
"Wow, he's making breakfast, huh? Cool! It was my day to cook, too!" Ken exclaimed cheerfully. Aya smiled down at his lover and kissed him again. Ken was so joyfully naïve. Or at least, that's what he thought until he felt Ken's fingers playing with the skin beneath the edge of his shirt. He pulled back gently and looked down, surprised. Ken smiled up at him, but his smile was somewhat devious this time.
"You were trying to seduce me, hmm? And Yohji doesn't think a kiss counts?" he asked slyly. Aya felt himself blushing hard. Ken laughed and hugged him tightly. Aya was as innocent as Omi sometimes.
Then Aya started, having remembered something. Ken gave him a questioning look. "I have something to give Yohji. Come with me?" he asked. Ken nodded and grabbed his hand as they wandered into the kitchen, obviously trying to keep contact with the redhead. Aya thought it was cute. In the kitchen they found Omi and Yohji locked in a fierce argument, which ended only when Aya coughed loudly. Omi had obviously done some good, because Yohji seemed almost ashamed.
"Er - look Aya, I didn't mean it that way, well - well, okay, maybe I did, but I was only joking and-" Aya glared him into silence.
"You might want to be careful with your jokes, Kudou. You're putting ideas in his head." Yohji blinked and looked at Ken, who winked at him insolently. Then he was forced to look away, as a white envelope was shoved into his face.
"What's this?" he exclaimed, rather surprised when he opened it to reveal two VIP passes to a new club opening downtown. In awe, he looked into Aya's laughing eyes. "Hey - this is that new club I wanted to go to! Why'd you give me this?" he asked gleefully. Aya's gaze became wistful.
"It's a gift," he answered softly as he took Ken back into his arms again. "In return for what you gave me." Yohji smiled kindly. Omi teared up immediately.
"Oh that's so beautiful Aya-kun!" Omi cried, sniffling loudly and reaching for his hanky. Yohji wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah - pretty damn sappy though. Hey! Omittchi and I can go to this tonight!" He grinned evilly. "And I know just what he can wear!" Omi paled.
"Yohji-koi! There's no way I'm wearing one of those little leather outfits you keen trying to force on me! I might as well just wear paint!" he cried out. His companions laughed at this - even Aya joined in. Their laughter drifted down the quiet Sunday street and over the glistening city like the melody to some lullaby love song. Four men. Two dreams. One mission: happily ever after.
It was a beautiful day.
~End Day 7~
~End Checkmate~
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AHHHHHHHHHH! SAP! SAP! Sap by the buckets! I'm drowning! Oh well. It was really the only way I could think of to finish up a story like this. Liked it? Hated it? Let me know please. ^-^