That's Disgusting |
| "That's disgusting." Ran rolled his eyes. "It's not that bad, Yotan. Not like we don't do the same thing three nights a week, at the very least." "It's still disgusting." "I disagree. I'm glad they're happy." Youji shivered. "More like they're fucking like rabbits, Lover. And it's disgusting. Omi's been 18 for what, two weeks? And now Ken's fucking him. That's disgusting." "Would it be better if they'd started before Omi came of age?" "Yes, because then I could kill Ken-ken for being a pervert. Not that I'm not going to kill him anyway, but you know. Fucking child molester." Ran sighed. "He's 21, Yotan. That's only three years' difference, which does not make him a child molester. And don't let Omi hear you calling Ken that, or he'll yell at you for calling him a child." "He IS a child, Love! That's the problem." The sounds from the other room escalated, bringing a pink tinge across Ran's cheeks and a glint of fury to Youji's eyes as they listened to their impassioned teammate scream and pant for more; harder; deeper. Ran grinned evilly at his lover. "Never thought of Omi as being seme, did you, Yotan?" he asked with mock innocence. He had to stifle a loud laugh at the look of horror on Youji's face. "That's it. I'm going in there to put a stop to this," the playboy announced, swinging his long legs off the bed and stomping towards the door. Ran leapt after him, wrapping his arms around the taller man's waist and digging his heels into the carpet to prevent him from leaving the room. "They've never stopped us, Yotan; we need to show them the same courtesy. Come on, stop struggling." Youji grunted and pulled harder against the muscular swordsman. "Youji. Stop. It. Come on . . . last warning." And with that, Ran swung one of his legs out, catching Youji behind the knees, sending them both into the floor in an uncoordinated heap of limbs. "Damnit, Ran, what are you doing?" Youji growled, trying to disentangle himself and continue on his course to Ken's bedroom. "C'mon, let go of me . . ." "Go in there and I won't sleep with you for a month," Ran grunted, tightening his grip on Youji's arms. Youji whimpered. "That's not fair, Ran. I know you'll hold me to that one," he grumbled. "Heartless bastard." Ran sighed with relief as Youji stopped struggling, and rested his forehead against his lover's sharp shoulder-blade. "Not so heartless as you'd think, Yotan," he said softly. "I was planning to suggest we leave for awhile. I'll take you out to lunch, okay? Just don't embarrass Ken and Omi." Recognizing defeat, Youji nodded, then twisted his body around to kiss his lover gently on the lips. The otherwise tender moment was ruined by a scream from Ken, one that sounded horribly like it accompanied an orgasm. "Fuck I will not be around to see them sneaking into the shower after this," Youji bit out angrily, wrenching away from Ran and standing. "We'd better get out of here now or I'm going to use that damn child molester as fertilizer for the plants." Ran laughed. "Alright, go on. I'm right behind you." Still snickering, he followed the fuming blonde down the stairs. At the foot of the stairwell, Youji stopped dead in his tracks and gasped. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked, his voice strained as though someone were choking him. With a smile of pure sunshine, Omi slid his headphones off his head and blinked at his teammates. "What'd you say, Youji-kun? You two alright?" Youji and Ran could only stare. "You know your teammates will kill you if they find us in here." "Don't care. Need you now," Ken gasped, tugging on his lover's uncooperative zipper. "Mmm, I need you too, but shouldn't we -- oh, shit Ken that's good -- go to a hotel or something instead?" Ken shook his head, mouth full of his lover's erection, hands questing to undo the buttons of the man's shirt. He moaned and tugged the material free from the muscular arms and chest of the man he'd fallen completely in love with; the man who'd known all about Kase and was willing to help Ken heal. No sympathy, no shallow words of regret. Just hard, brutal affection and deep, honest love. "Stop that, Ken-love, or you're going to make me come," the man begged, pushing Ken back onto the mattress and sharing a devilish smile with him. "Let's get you out of these clothes, eh? Your pants have got to be too tight by now . . ." Ken moaned and bucked his hips, wiggling free of his jeans and boxers as his lover worked them down his thighs. Tugging his t-shirt over his head, he dropped the soft cotton onto the floor beside the bed and leaned up for a deep kiss. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he whispered, lips questing the sensitive skin of his lover's neck as his hands stroked the man's leaking erection. "Likewise," the other whispered, arching into Ken's touch. "I never thought I'd find someone like you. Never dreamed of it." Ken squirmed on the mattress, smiling seductively up at his lover, who hovered over him. Spreading his legs submissively and thrusting suggestively with his hips, he whispered, "This isn't a dream." His lover shook his head and leaned down to kiss him, lubing his fingers and carefully probing Ken's entrance. Ken arched his back and shouted orgasmically, eyes rolling back in his head when the man's finger slid in deep and brushed his prostate. "I love the sounds you make," his lover growled, biting and sucking on Ken's neck as he continued to carefully prepare the young man. "You make me feel like a god." Ken opened his mouth to comment that his lover truly was a sex-god, but the sound of Youji and Ran's bedroom door slamming interrupted him. He and his lover froze, listening, praying for the others to not walk in on them, holding their breath in anticipation of a knock on the door. When it didn't come, and the sound of footsteps descending the stairs thumped through the door instead, they both sighed, relieved, and shared a quiet smile. Stealing a kiss, Ken's lover smiled. "I love you, Ken," he whispered. "I love you too," Ken breathed, bucking his hips, encouraging his lover's questing fingers to continue their work. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Youji repeated, face drained completely of color as he stared at the youngest member of the team. Omi's round blue eyes darted from Youji's shocked face to Ran's confused expression. "Uh, reading?" he ventured. "They had some old manga at the bookstore that I'd been meaning to buy, so I got it and . . ." He shook his head. "Why? What's wrong?" Youji looked at Ran. "Omi's down here," he said, as though he couldn't believe it. "I noticed," Ran answered slowly. Then, looking at Omi, he cleared his throat. "Omi, do you know who's upstairs with Ken?" Omi shook his head, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "I didn't know Ken was home," he said. "He usually tries to be elsewhere when you guys are, uh, together." He blushed and shoveled more popcorn into his mouth. Ran glanced at Youji, then back at Omi. "That wasn't us, Omittchi," he said, trying to school back the blush he felt creeping onto his cheeks. "That's coming from Ken's room." "We thought you were in there with him," Youji added helpfully. Omi scowled. "That's disgusting, Youji-kun. That'd be like . . . sleeping with my older brother." He shivered at the thought and crammed more popcorn into his mouth. "Besides," he said around his mouthful, flecking his manga with bits of popcorn, "I'm straight; you know that." Youji blinked at him. "Yeah, I knew that." He scratched his head and looked at Ran. "Did I know that?" Ran rolled his eyes. "Yes, baka, don't you remember Aya-chan teasing him about spilling soda on Sakura-chan at the movie theater on their first date?" Youji thought about it for a minute. "Oh, yeah, I remember that. Well, I'm glad you're not fucking good old Ken-ken. I was going to kill him for being a child molester." "Youji-kun, I'm not a child," Omi growled, flicking popcorn at the older boy. "So who's up there?" All three were quiet for a moment. It was Youji finally broke the silence. "Well, I'm not going to be the one to go up and peek in on them," he muttered, making a gagging sound. "Me neither," said Omi and Ran in unison. "Not like it's really a security risk," Omi said with a shrug. "We're not that high-profile anymore. I vote we just leave them alone." "And make Kritiker soundproof the rooms," Youji added. "If listening to teammates having sex was a problem, we'd have had to request soundproofing a long time ago, Youji-kun," Omi informed him, barely concealing the smile that was working its way across his features. Ran blushed. "If we're all in agreement that Ken's sex life is none of our business, I vote we get out of here," he said, giving Youji a small shove. "If you need us, our phones are on," he told Omi, slipping into his shoes and following his muttering lover to the door. "If you see who it is, check ID to make sure they're old enough to keep Ken-ken out of prison," Youji added, grunting as Ran pushed past him with a well-placed elbow on his way to the door. "Come on, Yotan. Stop making assumptions about Ken and -- oof!" Ran stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach in pain where the door had hit him as it was violently wrenched open. A flash of orange streaked through the room, pausing only long enough to locate the stairs and bolt for them. Assassin reflexes kicking in, Youji lunged for the intruder, tackling him at the foot of the stairs and pinning him forcefully, leaning his full body weight against the struggling form beneath him. "You fucking child molester!" Schuldig screamed up the stairs, violently struggling against Youji's hold. "Get down here so I can kick your ass! Bradley Crawford, are you listening to me? Get the fuck down here and leave him alone!" Omi and Ran could only stare. It was bliss. Pure, incomparable bliss. Ken moaned into his lover's mouth, his thighs tightening with every rock of his body that pressed Crawford's erection deeper into him. When the older man's rhythm changed, warning Ken that he was close to release, Ken wrapped his hand around his own erection and began to pump it furiously, smearing precum along his length and his lover's tight stomach. "I love you, Ken," Crawford practically sobbed, hands gripping Ken's ass with a bruising force as he pushed in deeply and came, moaning softly and pressing his face against Ken's sweating chest. His orgasm had barely ended when Ken stiffened, and with a cry of ecstasy, his body tightened around Crawford, and he coated both of them in his warm come,. Panting, Ken released his spent member and wrapped both arms around Crawford's neck, kissing him passionately. He unwrapped his legs from his lover's waist and pulled them both down onto the bed, making a sticky mess of the sheets but not caring. "I love you too, Brad," he whispered. "I'm never letting you go." Crawford smiled and sighed, sated and spent. "I'm not going anywhere." "You fucking child molester! Get down here so I can kick your ass! Bradley Crawford, are you listening to me? Get the fuck down here and leave him alone!" Ken groaned and snuggled closer to his lover. "Tell me that's not Schuldig trying to ruin our afternoon together again," he moaned. Crawford kissed his lover's sweaty chocolate-brown hair and sighed. "Much as I'd love to tell you that, I'm afraid it would be a lie," he answered. "Don't know what his deal is with the Œchild molester' bit; you're more than old enough." Ken shook his head. "It's not like I'm Nagi or anything. Prick probably just gets off on pissing us off." He ran his fingers lightly up and down Crawford's side, eliciting a sigh of pleasure and a small shudder from the other man. "Too bad Youji and Aya already left; they would have kicked his ass for coming here." "Or helped him bother us; it didn't sound like they were very happy with us when they left," Crawford murmured sleepily, rolling onto his back and pulling Ken onto him. "It matters very little, in the end. You locked your door so none of them can bother us, right?" Ken stiffened and gave his lover a horrified look, all sleep suddenly gone from his eyes. "You didn't lock the door, did you?" Crawford groaned. He helped Ken untangle himself from the sticky sheets and watched the young man bolt for the door, hand outstretched toward the lock. Silently, he cursed the day he opted for freedom from Esset instead of the privilege of keeping his precognitive powers. Sleeping with the enemy would be far easier if I could foresee these little incidents, he thought with a sigh. At least Schuldig no longer has his power, either, else he'd be in my mind and know exactly what we've been up to . . . His train of thought was interrupted, however, as he watched his lover sprawl naked on the floor, knocked back as the door flew open. Time to face the music, he thought, feeling rather naked under the stares the four young men gave him from the doorway. "That's disgusting," Youji commented, eyes moving from Crawford's expression of unhappy resignation to Ken's naked body, sprawled with less than no dignity on the dark carpet. "That's disturbing," Ran agreed, quickly averting his eyes from his naked teammate and the blushing Schwarz member to study the ceiling instead. "That's hilarious," Omi chuckled, tossing a few kernels of popcorn into his mouth, then flicking one at Ken. "That's not fair," Schuldig pouted. Then, finding five pair of eyes suddenly focused on him with various expressions of disbelief and disgust, he clarified: "It's not fair that everyone but me is getting laid." Ran stifled his laughter; Youji didn't even try. Ken used their distraction to scramble back to the bed, retreating to the safety of his lover's arms and the modesty of the sheets. Omi snickered and held out the bowl of popcorn to Schuldig. "Don't worry, Mastermind. I'm not getting any either." Schuldig paused mid-reach for the popcorn and regarded the smiling blonde. "Then we're in good company with each other, aren't we little one?" He'd intended it to sound sarcastic and demeaning. He quickly realized that he'd failed. Ken's jaw dropped. Crawford gasped in horror, and crowed, "He's FAR too young for you, Schuldig. Damn child molester; you're old enough to be his father!" Youji and Ran could only gawk in disbelief. Omi shook his head and retreated to the kitchen with his bowl of popcorn, not even trying to compete with Schuldig's sputtering to inform all present that he was straight. He did have to admit, however, as he settled back into his chair with his popcorn and manga, that with the company he kept, entertainment was never terribly hard to find. He chuckled and thought of the look on Schuldig's face, then shuddered. Digging his phone out of his pocket to call Sakura, he shook his head. That's disgusting, he thought, and waited for his lover to pick up the phone
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