Miss Europa Disco Dancer

MISS EUROPA DISCO DANCER (1/1)

Disclaimers: Don\'t own, Don\'t Sue. Characters belong to their creators, Project Weiss. Songs
belong to Manic Street Preacherd Mod Moxy Fruvous.

Warnings: Extreme oddness, Magical realism (Think Orlando, by Virginia Woolf, or anything by
Gabriel Garcia Marquez..sorta) Violence, sexual situations, Severe angst and somewhat sap.

Ratings: Mature, probably.

Pairings: YohjixKen. Past mentions of YohjixAsuka.

Archive: Soccer and Shades, Ff.net and whoever else wants it.

Feedback: Anything welcome.

Summary: Ken gets a taste of what\'s it like on the other side after a semi-botched mission, which
in turn ends up making Yohji relieve and encounter demons he believed were buried.

\"Your mother made you cry when she told you about the womb

And how people die

Watching over you when you were young

Smiling when you learned to crawl

You don\'t know her at all

It\'s a dirty job, but they\'re very suave

Jesus high on wine weeping turpentine\" Down from Above

\"Remind me why I\'m here again?\" Ken asked as he tugged at the satin and lace black corset he
was wearing. Although it looked good, it sure as hell didn\'t cover much in other areas.

\"You need to have some fun before you die as well as distract the clientele so Bombay and
Abyssinian are able to accomplish the mission?\" Yohji reminded him, taking a deep drag from his
cigarette as he watched clubclub clientele dance and writhe on the floor.

He would have been there himself, but for three things:

1) he had to keep a look-out for any of the targets cohorts and henchmen lest they decided to
enter the backroom at an inopportune time

2)The music that they were playing sounded like a cross between buzzsaws and thunking metal
cans and he really couldn\'t get into the act. Not that sober, at least.

3) Ken as a girl looked strangely hot and it was kind of disturbing him and turning him on at the
same time. Not only was it fucking with his head big time, he was actually debating making a
move and seeing where it led to and whether it would be worth putting their friendship on the
line.

He shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette as he tried to logically work out the
huge weird tangled mess his thoughts had become ever since THE INCIDENT had occurred.

(Flashback)

\we jwe just get in, grab the information and kill the target. Simple. Nothing more and nothing
less.\" Omi told them as they read the rest of the mission details contained in the manila folders
Manx always seemed fond of giving them their missions in.

\"Understood.\" Aya had answered for all of them. Ken and Yohji had just nodded, neither of them
really giving a flying rat\'s arse. They would be told what to do once they got there, so they
figured it wouldn\'t matter much if they took a mental vacation during briefing.

Needless to say, Murphy\'s Law began working over time at this point to ensure that the shit
would hit the fan. Which it did. in numerous quantities.

The first part of the mission had gone well. Dead bodies lay everywhere, information had been
snatched, they were getting ready to leave when the incident occurred.

A couple of guys that had hidden themselves in the shadows decided to make themselves known.
Abyssinian, Bombay and Balinese had cleared off already, but Siberian had stayed behind to place
the bombs and set them off.

He was a trained killer, he didn\'t have many problems in dealing with the left-over bodies. The
problem was that he took too long to kill them. The other big problem was him getting soaked
with unknown chemicals from when the lab exploded.

\"Did he make it out okay?\" Bombay had asked when Balinese had retraced his steps and came
back with a soaked and unconscious Siberian slung over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

\"Yeah. Just knocked out. Let\'s go.\"

They got home in record speed, which allowed Omi to file a report in ASAP, Aya to get his \"Aya-things\" Done and for Yohji to clean up the unconscious Ken, a task he really didn\'t relish that
much for two reasons:

1)He was straight guy.

2)Unconscious people simply weren\'t fun to cart around or clean.

These two reasons would be enough to explain why Ken was dumped unceremoniously into the
tub. Even though he knew he would feel guilty about cracking the kid\'s head on the tile later on.
After all, despite the way that they bickered, there was a mutual friendship between them and
Yohji, when he was being honest with himself would freely admit that Ken would do the same for
him no matter what. It was just the way he was. Bitch and be a wanker, but he could still be
counted on. It just didn\'t mean he had to like that task at that time.

After that little incident, he proceeded to rip off all of ken\'s clothing, not really giving a damn
whether he was wrecking the clothes or not, since in his opinion they had sucked and Ken needed
new mission outfits anyways.

He had taken off his friend\'s trousers, deciding to get the dirty parts out of the way first. He had
carelessly thrown Ken\'s boots, socks and trousers in the corner and was just in the process of
stripping Ken\'s shirt off of him when he noticed his friend had acquired two things he would have
never thought he would see on him.

He tried to remain calm. He really did, but after looking once more to make sure his eyes weren\'t
playing tricks on him, he lost it.

Big time.

(End Flashback)

And so THE INCIDENT (as they had begun to regard it) had come to disrupt the entire fabric of
their lives, since as far as they could figure out, Ken had changed gender..permanently.

Nothing in the information they had culled gave them anything useful. None of Kritiker\'s
connections yielded up a single clue.

It seemed that dear old Kenken was stuck.

When the news had been delivered, Kenken had been..well, shell-shocked had been a mild way of
putting it. The state she had entered was akin to full-blown catatonia. It had been a mild thing
while it lasted, since the violent histrionics that followed it were, in everyone\'s opinion, ten times
worse. The destruction that followed was no mean thing to deal with either.

Luckily, Yohji knew that the best thing to give a woman in those kind of situations
was..chocolate. Lots and lots of expensive and rich chocolate.

Which, oddly enough, had worked. Omi had likened it to the way Remus Lupin in the Harry
Potter books used it. Aya just assumed that it leveled off hormones and thought nothing of it. But
Yohji was the only one that understood what Chocolate really meant for a woman.

That had been the first and last time he had ever really intervened in the whole Kenken episode.
For the rest of the time, Yohji tried to keep his nose out of it. As far as he was concerned, the
other two could handle it. He would only step in and help when there was absolutely no other
recourse. He knew that Kenken was hurt by the way he was acting, but he couldn\'t help it. He
had made the clumsy attempt to explain and hope to high hell she would understand.

It wasn\'t her, it was him. It really was. Women to him were something tha kep kept separate from
his life. Sure, he wined and dined them. Bedded them on occasion. But they never came anywhere
near to who he really was. He had given too much to her. Given too much to Neu...and the scar
had never healed. Yeah. He was fucked up.

The problem that faced him now was that he never had to admit it, because it had never come this
close to home. Maybe he was an arse for seeing Kenken in a different light now that his gender
was changed, but the bottom line was that he cared. A lot. And having Kenken now be a girl
made all his fears about not being able to protect his loved ones to the surface.

He wasn\'t a misogynist or a sexist pig, just pragmatic. He knew that Ken could take care of
him..herself. But there would be times when things would go wrong...and if any of them were too
slow...

Those kind of cheery thoughts had been plaguing him all the while Kenken had gone through her
phases and that was why he had stayed away. He only came into closer contact with her once he
had gotten all those thoughts and emotions under control. But it still took him a long time to be
able to look at Kenken in the face without having all of those things cloud his eyes.

At least he had it better than Omi.

Omi had developed a severoblroblem in keeping his eyes above Ken\'s neck due to the fact that he
was a teenager with enough hormones to, as Yohji put it \"Have a circus in his trousers\".

This condition wasn\'t helped by the fact that Ken, had gained a pair of what could only be termed
as \"melons\". Those and the small waist, coupled up with impossibly long legs had made Kenken
into a bombshell that the others, as much as they would have liked to try, simply couldn\'t ignore.

Especially not when Ken literally came bouncing into the shop a week or so after the mission.
Yohji and Omi nearly fainted that time. Aya had developed a severe nose-bleed and a little
problem down there as well he tried to resolve by hunching himself over the cash register in hopes
it would go away.

After that Manx had taken Ken aside and taken him shopping for everything he needed, Including
bras, something which all the guys were extremely thankful for. Once was enough for them to
realize what a powerful weapon breasts really were.

whe when they were hidden underneath a soccer jersey.

Yes. Even though Kenken was a girl, he hadn\'t given up his favorite type of attire, which still
consisted of loose t-shirts, cargo pants and trainers. The attire, along with the fact that Ken did
nothing to fix up his..er..her..hair, nor did she seem interested in make-up made the other
members of Weiss privately agree that the looks were wasted on such a tomboy.

Another problem that had risen due to Ken\'s little change was how to explain the male Ken\'s
disappearance and the appearance of the female Ken.

They had argued and wrangled for what seemed ages and decided to fall on the \"Ken got
recruited by Sheffield United and his sister, Kendra is going to fill in for him during that time.\"

Aya and Omi were privately worried that someone would catch on, since \"Kendra\'s\" mannerisms
were too close to Ken\'s. But as Yohji had pointed out, people\'s stupidity sometimes knows no
bounds. Besides, he couldn\'t resist adding, no one would notice the difference anyways, since Ken
was the least feminine woman he had ever come across in his life and there would be more girls
for him and the others to have drooling over him.

But things didn\'t go as expected. Sure, some of the girls didn\'t seem to overjoyed that their Ken-chan had gone away to England and stopped coming to the shop. Some started to drool over
Y and and Omi even more. Some of them even shared Yohji\'s opinion and began to dislike Kendra
intensely, due to her proximity to the other three. The other unexpected thing was the High-school boys that suddenly began appearing.

The high school boys didn\'t seem to think Kendra was imperfect in anyway, since they now
rivaled the girls in trying to hit on Ken. Normally Aya and Yohji would have thrown them out
ASAP, but their saving grace was that they would buy lots of flowers to give to an extremely
flustered Ken, who still didn\'t do well with crowds.

At least the female Ken was superb in missions, perhaps even more so due to the increased speed
and agility her new form brought with it.

On the missions they could forget what had happened. They treated her like she was one of the
guys.

And then Manx had to go and wreck it all.

Their latest mission required for them to go undercover into one of the craziest nightclubs in pongpongi, Gothica, and steal the information regarding the meth labs that were springng up in the
city. and kill the targets. Simple. Easy. Tidy.

Except for one catch. One catch that made the other three wonder if she, Birman and maybe even
Persia hadn\'t been planning it for months.

Two would have to go in and take the information while the other two would function as
distractions.

\"And how are we going to do that?\" Aya had asked, hoping that it wouldn\'t be a silly idea such
as..pole dancing in only minuscule G-strings. He still hadn\'t forgiven her for that. Or for the
videotape she had Birman make of the event.

\"Exhibitionism, plain and simple\" Manx explained to them patiently.

The guys blinked and Aya groaned. It looked like it was going to be G-strings and pole dancing
again.

\"Manx, we told you last time, we aren\'t going to strip, or pole dance...\"

Manx rolled her eyes at Omi\'s words. Those guys were utterly clueless simesimes.

\"Hello! I was talking about Ken!\" She roared at them as she pointed at Ken, who jumped as if she
had been struck by lighting the minute Manx\'s red-tipped finger was aimed at her.

The other three blinked. And blinked some more before Omi broke the silence.

\"You mean..we\'re going to use Ken as jail-bait?\" Manx nodded.

\"Precisely. With those melons of hers and a little help from Yohji, Aya and Omi should have no
problem finishing the mission.\"

Three pairs of eyes swiftly turned to Ken, who was staring back at their owners with open
suspicion. The staring went on for several minutes as the other three thought about Ken in club
gear.

\"So when do we start?\" Yohji asked, his mind having already conjured up the perfect outfit for
Ken.

\"After all, we have to get Ken ready, since she needs new clothes and makeup..\"

\"HEY! Hold it! I\'m not a freaking doll to be dressed up here!\" Ken broke in hotly \"And anyways,
what\'s wrong with my clothes?\"

\"The club opens at eleven..Maybe you should go get some clothes right away, since it\'s going to
take a while to gather up all the materials we need.\" Manx replied thoughtfully, ignoring Ken
completely.

\"What kind of club is Gothica?\" Oskedsked, everyone still ignoring Ken, who was now scowling
blackly at everyone.

\"Industrial.\"

\"HELL NO!\"

~*~*~*~*~

\"I hate all of you.\" were the only words that Ken had spoken to them before getting into Seven.

Yohji, Manx, Aya and Omi had just looked at each other for several minutes before Yohji spoke
up.

\"It\'s worth it, just seeing her dressed like that.\"

The other three nodded, incapable of human speech as they kept their eyes glued onto Ken,
something they hadn\'t been able to stop since Ken had made her entrance.

Ken..Ken had suddenly become every teenage industrial Goth boy\'s fantasy.

Her lithe body was encased in a Victorian-style corset of black satin, trimmed with black which
did much to emphasize the small waist and the large breasts. Long legs were encased in tight, red
plaid pants, which were accompanied by several bondage belts. The outfit was completed by the
large amount of heavy silver jewelry, bondage collars and bracelets that matched the heavy soled,
multi-buckled black boots Manx had insisted Ken needed.

The look was added to by the exotic make-up job that Manx had done on her, despite it requiring
for Birman to practically tie her to the chair for it.

Ken\'s full lips had been outlined with soft black eyeliner and then filled in with dark, blood-red
gloss. The wide teal eyes had then been lined with heavy, sparkly-black eyeliner. Black eyeshadow
topped it all off, making Ken\'s eyes look exotic and forbidding and delicious. Her hair had also
been fixed for the occasion, having been dyed black with thick blood-red streaks, making the
shoulder-skimming hair Ken usually tied into a pony-tail into an eye catching detail.

\"I commend you on your choice of distraction, Manx.\" Aya had muttered once they had finally
gotten a good long look at Ken.

\"Just wait till you see Ken and Yohji together\" Birman had piped up as she pulled out a Polaroid
camera.

Aya had just raised and eyebrow, ready to debate that. But once he had seen Yohji he had to
concede that he second Kritiker secretary right.

Yohji\'s hair was now a deep black with dark blue streaks running through it. His eyes were
rimmed by the same thick eyeliner Ken wore and his lips were completely black. A spiked collar
was around his neck, accompanied by a thin filament wire necklace on which Mjollnir hung. His
shirt was black mesh, the sleeves continuing down to his knuckles to serve as fingerless gloves.
His trousers were charcoal and pinstriped, fitted enough to show his slim legs to all their
advantage. Boots that weren\'t as heavily buckled as Ken\'s completed his wardrobe. Around his
hips were slung two heavy studded belts which matched the bondage belts attached to the back of
the trousers. Black nail-polish was the last touch to his outfit.

\"Do I look too much like a freak-show?\" Yohji had asked, grinning widely as he tugged at his
hair.

The answer he got was several strangled moans and incoherent noises, which pleased him to no
end, despite the fact that he had to dye his hair for the mission.

\"You, as freak-show?! What about me?\" Ken had yelled at him. Yohji response was to have his
jaw fall on the floor as he kept on staring at Ken.

That had been around the time that Ken had gotten fed up and jumped into Seven.

\"So are you guys coming or are you going to stare at my tits a little longer?\" Ken had yelled at
them as she crossed her arms and waited huffily for Yohji to get his act together.

\"Try not to kill yourself man.\" Aya had whispered to Yohji once he had regained enough of his
mental capacity to actually drive the car without nearly killing anyone.

They had made it. Barely. Ken swore that she would never get into a car driven by him again and
had marched into the club without him.

Yohji had taken it all in stride, knowing that he had been terribly erratic in his driving and also
caue wae wanted to have a smoke. He also knew that Ken wouldn\'t last more than a minute in a
nightclub like Gothica alone.

His theory had proven correct when Ken literally ran outside and clung to his arm.

\"What\'s the matter?\" he had asked as he took a drag from his cigarette.

\"Those..those..crazy..pinched..my bum...\" Ken panted out, clinging tightly to Yohji\'s arm.

Yohji smirked and took a drag from his cigarette. \"Aww, how sweet! You want me to protect
you from all the big bad goths?\"

Ken scowled blackly at Yohji, nearly making the other man drop his cigarette as his heart skipped
several beats. God was punishing him for every single thing he had ever done in his life. He was
sure of it. Why else would he be in such a bizarre situation that involved his friend in a woman\'s
body looking hotter than hell?

\"If we weren\'t on a mission, I would simply gut you, you realize?\" Ken had whispered to Yohji,
who forced himself to smirk lest he began leering at Ken\'s tits again.

\"I love you too, sweetheart.\" Yohji had replied before chucking his smoke onto the ground.

\"Now shall we get inside and actually complete our mission?\" Ken\'s eyes widened as she looked
back at the club where a couple of Crow look-alikes were loitering around, eyeing Ken hungrily.

The leering made Yohji scowl and pull closer to Ken. Which in turn made his face grow hot all of
the sudden as he realized what he was doing.

He was claiming his territory. Claiming a territory he was sure if he even tried to take over, he
would get gutted with a fistful of metal claws. No, make that fingers. Ken would probably get
blood-thirsty enough to do it barehanded if he thought Yohji was trying to get into her pants.

Especially since he was sure Ken\'s feelings towards him where simply on the platonic level.

But his hormones seemed to think that it didn\'t matter. Which meant that even his own body was
trying to get him killed. It sure sucked when his body was turning traitorous.

He refused to let it win and instead focused on how to get into the club without getting Ken to
disembowel him in the parking lot.

It wasn\'t until he felt the comm crackle as if signalling its annoyance that he recalled the only
weapon he could use to pull his body and Ken both in line.

\"Or do you want to face the wrath of our fearless leader alone?\" Yohji asked, half-pulling, half-pushing Ken into the club.

By the murderous, yet fearful look in Ken\'s teal eyes, the threat seemed to work since she let
herself be tugged by Yohji into the dark interior she had fled.

And that was how they ended up standing at the bar, with Ken trying to pull the corset over her
head to avoid the hungry looks both men, women and...its were all giving her while Yohji
morosely sucked down club sodas with lime as he argued with his body in a conversation that
seemed to go in circles and end up at the same place: He was attracted to Ken and had no clue
wer ier it was wrong or right.

His body was all for pursuing Ken. His mind was the only obstacle. Besides, if Ken was
straight...He shook his head. He was so not going there.

His thoughts were stopped dead in their tracks by the subtle beeping of his comm.

\"Yeah?\" He replied softly, his eyes still on Ken, who had now wrapped her arms around her
scantily clad form and was eyeing the dance floor with a mixture of trepidation and surprise.

\"We\'re on our way in. Aren\'t you two supposed to do something?\" Aya\'s iciness wasn\'t lost on
Yohji.

\"Yeah, Yeah. I got you. How long do you think it should take you guys to gather everything?\"

Yohji asked, looking down at his soda and wishing that he had something stronger to enable him
to actually get out there and do his part of the mission.

\"Ten, fifteen minutes max. Now get out there.\"

The line went dead and Yohji winced. Sometimes it really sucked being the decoy.

Taking a large swallow and finishing off his drink, he put the glass down and wrapped his arm
around Ken, who yelped and tried to push him away.

Yohji resisted and instead, pulled her close enough to be able to whisper in her ear.

\"I know you don\'t like it, But we\'re on, sweetheart. Don\'t fuck it up.\"

Ken stiffened against Yohji, making the older man tamp down the wave of desire that rose up
when Ken\'s breasts pressed up against his chest.

*this is a mission..this is a mission..this is a mission...* He repeated the words as if they were a
mantra over and oveain ain until he felt he was sure enough his libido wasn\'t going to act up
again.

\"W..w..what should I do then?\" Ken asked, her eyes wide. \"I\'m not much for clubs or dancing..\"

Yohji smothered a grin. Sometimes Ken really was too much!

\"Not that it makes him..er..her unattractive tho..\"

Yohji decided he was going to have to throttle the voices in his head at some point during the
night unless he wanted to end up dying a nice gory death in Ken\'s hands.

The comm beeped insistently, reminding him of his duty and of the fact that if he didn\'t get a
move on, he would also have Aya and possibly even Omi on his arse.

\"Don\'t kill me for saying this, but all you have to do is look slutty on the dance-floor. Leave the
rest to me and things are going to be okay.\" Yohji replied as he began to slowly, but firmly propel
Ken to the edge of the crowded dance floor.

At any other time, he would have enjoyed the looks he was getting from the men and women and
other androgynous beings that were standing at the edges of the black, shiny concrete that served
as a dance floor. But having a nervous Ken on his arm and a mission to complete pushed all of
that aside. The mission came first.

\"How do I do that?\" Ken murmured, not really wanting to go and put herself on display, but not
resisting, since she could feel the eyes of the patrons raking her from head to toe. She had no
choice in the matter but to smile and act the part, since she knew how much rested on her
shoulders as well.

\"Just dance sexy, drape yourself all over me and I\'ll do the rest.\" Ken sighed.

\"O.ok..but how do I *exactly* do that? I haven\'t exactly had practice doing that when I was a
guy and definitely not as a girl.\"

Yohji had to temp down his patience when he answered Ken\'s next question. He knew that Ken
had a point. If anyone asked him if Ken was sexy as a guy or girl, he\'d say no. It just wasn\'t part
of her make-up to be all pouty and clingy and heave her boobs. Ken was just..Ken. Ordinary.
Sweet. Slutty wasn\'t part of that equation by any stretch of the imagination.

\"Move to the beat of the song. Just let it sink into you. I\'ll pick a song that\'s good for that. For
now..just kind of sway and get really close to me. Your looks alone at this point will guarantee
that everyone\'s eyes are on us.\"

Ken nodded, and moved a bit closer, letting Yohji\'s arm come in full contact with one large
breast. This in turn made Yohji\'s mouth go dry and it took a tremendous amount of will-power on
his part to not grab Ken and start tearing her clothes off right then and there.

Coughing slightly, he backed away and tilted his head to listen to the song the DJ was playing.
The loud, discordant industrial had now given way to the quieter and mellower sounds of The
Cure. \"Love cats\" was okay on other occasions, but it had the wrong tone for what he had in
mind to do with Ken.

He waited for a bit, easing the time by running his hand down Ken\'s back and idly playing with
the loops on the belt Ken wore low on her hips with his other hand. He scanned the room and
found that most of the patrons were either checking them out or whispering and pointing at them.
Some of the bolder females were actually coming up to them, hunger and dark promises in their
heavily made-up eyes as they came towards them.

He smiled a bit and buried his face into Ken\'s soft hair, his hand moving from the belt up to the
tips of her hair. He looked at the girls and shrugged slightly, as if to tell them they were all they
needed, or that they came as a package, he didn\'t know.

Ken didn\'t notice the flirting above her head. All she knew was that she was getting nervous and
Yohji was the only source of comfort at the time, despite the way that it made her heart race.

Maybe it was the proximity, or maybe it was the light scent of Burberry cologne, Ken wasn\'t sure.
What she was sure about was feeling an attraction to Yohji. A latent attraction, perhaps, but an
attraction none the less. An attraction she wasn\'t sure how to express to the other man.

And being in such a nightclub didn\'t make the desire to confess it any lesser. Especially when the
patrons eyed him like a piece of delectable meat they wanted to get their hands on and sink their
teeth into desperately.

Despite being a well-trained assassin, Ken was terrified. Even when in male form, she had never
been good with sexual overtures, subtle or otherwise. Maybe that had been the problem with
Kase..she shook her head..why the hell was she thinking of him right now?

She bit her lip, hating the perfumey taste of the lip-gloss when Yohji roughly dragged her to the
dance-floor.

\"You\'re on, babycakes.\" He had whispered in her ear. \"Listen to the beat. I\'ll help you with the
rest.\"

Ken\'s mouth went dry and she couldn\'t help but to let out a small squeak when Yohji molded his
body to hers and ran his hands in slow, languorous sweeps down from her shoulders to her waist,
his hands making sure to cs ans and cup her breasts as he did so.

He repeated the gesture, this time moving from her waist upwards, then tilting her head so that it
rested in the space between his shoulder and neck.

\"Relax a bit.\" He instructed her before giving her exposed neck a soft nip before pulling her hips
against his crotch.

Ken let out a soft moan and her body instinctively moved against his. Closing her eyes, she finally
took Yohji\'s advice and began listening to the song playing.

//I\'m in heaven when I see you

Miss Europa disco dancer

Favourite son and favourite daughter

Miss Europa disco dancer

I suck suck up all of your power.//

She began following the heavy dance beat, moving her head from side to side as she slid up and
down Yohji\'s body, using him almost as a wall to support herself in her dance.

Hearing him take a sharp breath, she swayed side to side, her hands on his hips as she slowly
lowered herself and opened her legs before moving quickly up Yohji again.

Taking his cue, Yohji put took his hands and spun her around and around until her hair was flying
out in an arc, the words of the song nearly lost in the flurry of movement

//So serene, the world turns blue

Heads are spinning, it feels so good

It\'s poetry, sheer poetry

The way you destroy your beauty//

He stopped spinning her and now had her in his arms again, his groin now grinding against hers as
he danced, his body undulating to the rhythm, his hands skimming every single of inch of her as he
did.

Ken wrapped her arms around him and rubbed her chest against his, all shyness forgotten. She
flicked her head back and saw that everyone was watching, the scent of sex like a sweet perfume
in the crowded bar. Let them watch. She wanted them to watch.

She wanted them to see what she was doing. She liked the power she had over them. She liked
the fact that her body was now a weapon to use against all of them.

The knowledge made her bolder, and Yohji was to suffer.

She ground deeper into his groin, her eyes darkening to a green that made Yohji cath his breath.
He pulled her closer, making her chest flatten against his as he did so. He ran his hands down her
body again and cupped her arse.

His breath was coming in short gasps as they moved and the song kept on playing, filling the air
of the club with the heady promise of sex and the heavy weight of lust on top of that.

He couldn\'t hear the song. Only the heavy base line that matched the beat of Ken\'s heart.

Kenken\'s lips had parted, and her eyes were half-lidded now, only a sliver of green was visible.
There was dampness on those lips, and it wasn\'t the illusion of the lip-gloss either. His own lips
parted and he had to lick them to keep from kissing Ken.

But as the music throbbed and thumped behind him, he knew that it would be a matter of seconds
before he kissed her. He needed to kiss her. There was no way that it could be avoided now. The
sex, the heat the lyrics and the base lines made it so that he had to give in to the burning need to
taste what Ken was all about it.

Mentally damning the consequences, Yohji grabbed Ken\'s chin and claimed those cherry lips with
his own, sucking, tasting and finally forcefully probing.

Ken\'s mouth hardened at the sudden intrusion, but her lips became soft and pliant when Yohji\'s
tongue finally made it past her defenses.

Yohji\'s tongue was rough at first as it swept ove over, probing, searching out for the source of her
taste. Once it was found, the kissing became less urgent, but still as powerful as wave after wave
of lust pounded over them. Yohji\'s body was practically bleeding into hers at that point, his hands
tugging at the straps that held her corset up. Her hands too, were moving in a frantic dance to get
his fly open amidst the buckles and leather that were in the way.

//brain-dead mutherfucker

brain-dead mutherfucker..Balinese!! Siberian! Mission complete! Retreat and re-convene at the
base.\"

Not exactly what he had wanted to interrupt the unintelligible last lines and the scorching kiss Ken
was subjecting him to, not to mention the fact that his trousers were thisclose to getting ripped
off, but it worked to drag him back from lust lala land.

Yohji\'s eyes widened and he broke off the kiss, although half of his mind was screaming at him to
continue. He would have, he was sure of it, if he had looked any longer at Ken\'s glazed over eyes
and moist lips.

Instead, he leaned over and whispered in her ear over the slow guitar chords of \"She sells
Sanctuary\" the reason why it was all over.

\"We have to get going babe. It\'s all been taken care of.\" He could actually *hear* Ken pouting at
that point and tried to soften the blow by nibbling a bit on her ear, making her gasp and press
herself even more to his chest.

\"But we\'re not done yet. Don\'t worry about that.\" He re-assured her before licking her earlobe
and pulling away from her.

And facing what seemed the entire club, who had been watching them avidly.

The minute they had turned around, the bar burst into loud cheers that nearly drowned out Ian
Astonbury\'s screech.

Yohji only smiled and waved, while Ken just hid behind the taller man and let him drag her out of
the club. She was too humiliated to look up and just let herself be dragged out.

TBC