In The Realm Of The Senses
by the diggler
Warnings: This fic contains YAOI or SLASH [male/male homosexual content] and is rated R15, for ADULTS ONLY.
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz and related characters are the property of Koyasu Takehito et al. Title totally ripped off from the film.
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Omi loved Ken's smell. Somehow, no matter how sweaty or dirty Ken got, he always had that amazing smell. A scent that only Ken had. Like boy-sweat mixed in with the smell of newly-cut grass and fresh wind in your hair. But he absolutely loved it best right after Ken had a shower, when he also had that clean soapy smell mixed in all over his skin and hair and seeping through his clothes.
Discreetly Omi leaned over, inhaling deeply. Ken didn't notice, he was too engrossed in the soccer game on tv. Omi didn't get sports, didn't enjoy playing or watching them, and couldn't understand offsides no matter how many times it was explained to him… but he didn't mind watching the occasional game, because then he could sit right next to Ken and sniff all he wanted.
***
Aya cringed at the sound of the young, very under-age, girls in the store trying to flirt with his sex-crazed colleage. Annoying, high pitched voices, teasing, giggling, grating... and then Youji’s voice lowering throatily in response. Like a hissing cat whose fur had suddenly frizzed up, Aya snapped, whirling around.
"If you're not going to buy anything, get out!"
Silence.
Then as the initial surprise wore off, high-pitched whines protesting as the girls left en masse.
After they had gone, Youji breezed past behind Aya, and the hair on the back of Aya's neck tingled from the movement of air as he passed.
"Lighten up Aya, learn to have a little fun sometimes."
He shivered, Youji's voice husky in his ears and caresssing his skin like a thousand bedroom whispers at once, leaving his ears ringing, his head spinning, and his knees oh-so-very weak.
Damn him.
***
Ken stood frozen, hypnotized as he watched Omi eat his ice-cream cone, mouth rimmed in white, savoring each spoonful with a happy murmur in his throat. Ken was sure Omi tasted as sweet as that ice-cream, strawberry vanilla with a cherry on top, soft skin that melted in your mouth with a moan. Maybe that slight sheen of sweat between ear and shoulder on that lovely long neck might taste salty, but it would still probably be more citrusy sweet than anything else, sharp but flowery light, like peaches. And what would those lips be like, light and fluffy like whipped cream... Gods he wanted to taste him.
"Oi Ken, you're drooling." Youji smirked amusedly.
Crap.
He almost fell over himself trying to wipe his mouth and regain some kind of composure, even as Omi turned those big, beautiful blue eyes on him, milk mustache and all, and said…
"Gomen Ken... Did you want some?"
And something like a whine or whimper or groan escaped Ken’s throat.
***
Youji appreciated beauty. A well shaped leg, the soft curve of a hip or breast, shiny soft hair, a flirty smile... So even though all Aya was doing was standing there in that ugly old orange sweater of his arranging flowers, Youji wondered that Aya was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen...
Stoic and statuesque, the man moved with more grace than the most well-refined charm school girl. That pale skin... red, red hair... soft pink lips drawn into a tight frown... How Youji wanted to make that statue come alive. He wanted to ring his fingers through that perfect red hair until it was a messy fan across his pillow, see those blood-dark momiage plastered in sweat to the sides of that fair face, skin flushed, arms tossed overhead and lips hanging open as gasps of pleasure escaped them, eyes wild and features contorted in passion instead of fury...
There’s only so much envisioning a man can take before he has to do something about it.
"Gods Aya... " Youji gasped, collapsing back onto the bed a sweaty, shaky mess. "I don't think I ever want to do that with anyone else ever again."
"Good." Aya replied, curling around him possessively, "Because I don't think I’d like to share you."
***
Ken loved touching Omi. He loved running his fingers through Omi’s silky, delicate strands of hair, tracing the pads of his fingers across those light, little eyelashes... And Omi’s skin was so smooth, pliant and firm at the same time, and covered in downy hair so fine and so soft, he could stroke him like he was some kind of little cat for hours on end.
"Ken-kun, stop that. I can't sleep when you do that."
"What, don't you like me touching you?"
Omi rolled over, giving him a sleepy-eyed smile.
"I like it too much. That's the problem."
Ken smiled, pulling Omi close until they were pressed right up against each other... because Ken also loved feeling Omi’s warm body fitted snugly against his while they slept- that is, if he could keep his roving hands to himself for a while.
~ owari
After how many years of this fic sitting half-written in my pc, I've finally been able to post something for my beloved Weiss boys. And of course, I totally have to thank Aki for really going a long way to get me into this anime, it was so worth it.
completed Dec 28 '06