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On The Run	By : JetMykles Category: Weiß Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"On The Run"

Fan fic by Jet Mykles

Rated NC-17 for this part. Whole fic together is NC-17

This one definitely has sex *g*
I don't own or claim the boys of Weiß Kreuz. I merely admire them greatly.
This one is explicit stuff between Omi and Ken. Might want to just scan it if that squicks.

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Omi tried to hide
his smile as he stood on the ridge keeping watch. It really did just figure
that Ken’s emergency stash was buried in the woods. How very Ken.
Omi glanced down
the slope but couldn’t see Ken through the heavy bushes. But he could hear him.
Obviously Ken wasn’t concerned with being overheard. Not surprisingly. Other
than the occasional passing car, there should be no other people within miles.
Nonetheless, Omi
kept his gaze down the road, leaning on the trunk of a tree just off the
pavement. Shiny tree sap threatened the shoulder of his sports jacket, but he
didn’t mind too much. The Porshe was hidden down near where Ken was scrabbling
around. Omi just wanted to make sure that no one was following them. So far, it
seemed, no one was.
"Omi."
"What?"
"You see
anything?"
"Just pavement,
trees and a few birds."
"Good. Could you
come down here?"
"What’s wrong?"
"Nothing. I found
it." The car door shut.
Omi turned from
the trunk, taking his hands out of his jacket pockets and descended into the
bushes and trees.
Ken was leaning
against the trunk of the car, arms over his chest, ankles crossed. His head
tilted to the side, glossy brown hair lifted in the faint breeze as he watched
Omi with a small grin.
"What?"
Ken held out a
hand. A hand free of gloves, free of bugnuks. "Come here."
Omi’s heart
soared at the dark promise in Ken’s voice. He made himself stop five paces away
from that oh-so-tempting body lovingly hugged in comfortable old jeans, an
equally worn t-shirt and that favored, battered leather jacket. "Ken we don’t
have time for this."
"For what?"
Omi pointed at
him. "Don’t give me that innocent look, you. We’ve got to get out of here."
"Were we
followed?"
"Well, no…"
Ken pushed from
the car, stepping ominously toward Omi. "Then what does it matter?"
Omi backed a step
as Ken took another. "Hold on, Ken."
Ken hunched over
a bit. Brown eyes narrowed and his grin took on an evil tilt.
Omi’s eyed
widened. He knew that look, that preparation. He had a split second to see it,
then turn and run.
It was hopeless,
really. He was fast. He was really fast. Ken was simply faster. The man was
built like a wolf, all compact muscle built for speed and endurance.
Instinctively, Omi used most of his wiles, jumping over bushes and dodging
through the trees. It was the only reason, he was sure, that he evaded Ken for
as long as he did. But there were too many trees and bushes and Ken was
familiar with the landscape where he wasn’t. He rounded a tree trunk then cried
out a gasp as Ken tackled him to the leafy ground.
"Ken, really!" he
gasped, a goofy smile on his face despite himself. "We shouldn’t…"
Ken flipped him
onto his back, pinning his wrists to the ground beside his shoulders. Brown
eyes bored into his, steamy, heady intent painfully obvious in their gleam. "We
should."
"K…"
Lips crashed down
on his and other than a tiny whimper, he was unable to resist. Unwilling to
resist. The chase had set his blood to boiling and there was only one thing for
it. He sucked in Ken’s tongue like it was his only nourishment in the world.
His tiny whimper turned into a full body moan as he pushed his hips up into the
groin that straddled him.
"God, Omi!" Ken
rasped, releasing his wrists to cup his face. Calloused fingertips played along
Omi’s jaw and chin as Ken’s hot, moist mouth hovered above his. "You taste so
fucking good."
Growling, Omi
grabbed handfuls of Ken’s t-shirt under his jacket, yanking it up so he could
get to the smooth, precious skin beneath. He leaned up, the bandana on his head
falling to the ground as he lifted his head to seal his mouth to Ken’s again.
He moaned in frustration
when Ken’s lips trailed down his neck. "God, Ken, we can’t. No lube."
"I know," Ken
rasped, edging farther down Omi’s body. He paused to shove up Omi’s shirt,
nibbling a nipple to make Omi gasp. "And we don’t have much time. But if I
don’t taste you now I’m gonna explode!"
Omi fell back to
the sparse grass, dirt and leaves, undone by the desperation in Ken’s voice. To
think that the athlete wanted him that badly. Was this for real?
The hands opening
his jeans were real enough. The fingers that found his cock and gently but
impatiently freed it from his pants were also real. And the mouth that closed
wetly over the tip was the most wonderfully real thing Omi had ever felt.
"Oh God, Ken!"
His voice squeaked but he couldn’t help it. It was too good.
Ken hummed as he
slid his mouth down, nearly taking all of Omi in. Omi hadn’t realized he was
fully hard. Ken wrapped his hand firmly around the base then mercilessly teased
the tip and the rest of the shaft with his tongue and teeth.
Omi dug his
fingers in his own hair, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. He heard
himself panting, Ken’s name spilling from his lips every so often. He wanted it
to go on forever but the torture had to end. "Ken, I’m gonna…"
Ken sucked hard.
Squeezed hard. Made it impossible for Omi to hold the explosion that detonated
deep in his groin to splash down Ken’s throat.
"Oh God, Omi,"
Ken groaned, nuzzling the base of Omi’s flagging erection.
Omi flinched.
"Ken, stop. Too much." He looked down to see Ken grinning up at him. He
frowned. "Come up here, you."
Ken crawled up
his body to put their mouths back in line. But that’s not what Omi had in mind.
He kissed Ken briefly, then pulled him farther up.
Ken didn’t get
it. "Huh?"
Omi grabbed the
waistband of Ken’s jeans and hauled, wiggling downward himself until he was
face to crotch. "You’re not the only one who wants to taste." He hadn’t gotten
to last night. They’d fallen asleep before he’d done a fraction of the things
he dreamed of doing to Ken’s body. They didn’t have time now either, but he was
at least going to do this.
"Omi," Ken
groaned, bracing on hands and knees while Omi freed his erection.
Omi very nearly
sighed at the sight of it. Fat and bright red with a smooth head fully emerged
from the foreskin. Omi pulled the skin up, hooding the head, then pushed back
to watch it emerge again. Did it a second time, sucking in the head and skin
this time. Mmm, salt. Spice. Ken. He released Ken’s cock with his hand—not
mouth!—to put both hands on Ken’s hips, pulling down.
Ken groaned,
easing his hips down into Omi’s waiting mouth. "Shit, Omi!"
Omi tried his own
hum, gratified by Ken’s shaking response. He tilted his head and sucked in as
much of Ken’s length as he possibly could, letting the head butt up against the
back of his throat. He teased the veins with his tongue, lightly scraped the
rim of the head with his teeth. Happily, anything he did, Ken seemed to like.
When Ken’s hips
started to pump, Omi went with it. He imagined what it must look like to see
Ken humping his mouth and it drove him nuts. He felt his own cock, still free
to the afternoon air, start to stir again. Ken kept pumping. Omi glanced up to
see his head hanging down between his shoulders, hair trailing in the leaves, eyes
half focused on Omi’s mouth. Omi smiled and sucked harder, gratified to see
those huge brown eyes close in pleasure.
Unable to help
himself, Omi reached one hand down to grip his own cock again. He let Ken fuck
his mouth, one hand wrapped around the base so Ken didn’t choke him. He matched
Ken’s rhythm with his own hand. Ken’s breathing went awry. He swelled. Omi
hummed, then swallowed down the surprising amount of spunk that spurted from
Ken. His own second orgasm triggered at the sound of the satisfied groan that
tore from Ken’s mouth.
Ken collapsed to
his side beside Omi, breathing heavily. Omi watched him dreamily, wiping his
own semen on the grass beneath him.
A branch snapped
somewhere behind Omi.
Neither of them
moved, eyes locked on one another.
Ken glanced in
the direction of the sound, moving only his eyes. Omi casually reached inside
his jacket, easily finding the feathers of four darts and tucking them between
his fingers. Ken was weaponless, other than his own hands. Distant targets were
Omi’s job.
Ken’s eyes
snapped back to his. He blinked once, deliberately. One target.
Omi sighed,
hoping it sounded post-coital. He wondered if the target had let them finish
just to enjoy the show. That kind of pissed him off.
Ken leaned toward
him, lips to lips. "Gun. Out but up. Three o’clock."
"Right."
They kissed
briefly. Omi pushed to sit with his free hand. He saw the shadow move in the
corner of his left eye.
With
well-practiced ease, he flung his left arm, letting loose the darts a split
second before he dove forward into a somersault.
A masculine cry
sounded to his left. A gun went off. A body fell to the ground.
Anxious, Omi
spun, a prayer for Ken’s safety on his lips.
He caught sight
of the back of Ken’s jacket turning around the tree the target must have fallen
behind.
Omi sprang to his
feet, eyes scanning the trees. Too many of them. Stupid of him and Ken to have
been so careless.
Ken jumped over a
bush toward him. He hit the ground and put hands to the fly of his jeans,
fastening. The look he gave Omi told the younger assassin what he needed to
know. Dead and, as far as Ken could tell, alone.
Omi reached down
to fasten his pants as they both turned back toward where they’d left the car.
They said nothing
and moved silently. They saw no one. The car was deserted.
Ken nearly dove
under the car to check for explosives while Omi carefully checked inside before
he opened the door. They found nothing.
They got in the
car and exchanged a quick glance just before Ken started the car. Nothing. The Porsche
hummed to life.
Ken got them onto
the road.
"Was there
anything on the body?" Omi asked.
"No. Nothing. He
was American, though."
"American?"
"Either American
or English. Maybe Canadian, I guess. Definitely not Japanese."
"Esset?"
Ken shrugged.
Omi sighed,
flopping back in his seat. "I guess we weren’t being paranoid to leave."
Ken dragged a
hand through his hair, stepping harder on the gas. "No. I guess not."
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