Raspberry and Lime Shampoo: Part 2

Yohji yanked open the window, letting the cool night air wash over his bare,  burning
chest. The cold shower he’d indulged in hadn’t helped at all. He  still wanted Ken and he
wanted him bad. Four months of roaring lust for the  boy were really taking the toll. He
absolutely ached for the younger boy,  wanting nothing more than to head into the next
room and fuck the hell outta  him.


Of course it hadn’t always been like this. Moving from Tokyo to Kyoto, he  found
himself sharing an apartment with the brunette. At first living with  Ken was normal,
good, great even. Ken was Ken. The cheerful soccer player  was someone who
understood Yohji and he got along just fine with him. Unlike  Aya, Ken knew when to
push and when to back off. He respected his personal  space, something Yohji guarded
jealously. And for the first two weeks,  everything had been fine. Until some stupid
customer left behind a shopping  bag containing a bottle of raspberry and lime shampoo,
which Ken quickly  claimed as his own. That’s when he came to view Ken as pure
sexuality and a  potential lover rather than a mere teammate.


Yohji was, in reality no where near as promiscuous as his reputation would  have him.
His lewd reputation allowed him some semblance of privacy and he  welcomed it.
However, as much as he loved women, he was willing to try  anything once. Most things
were never sought after again, as he leaned the  fine distinction between pain and
pleasure. Gender, on the other hand was  another issue. He learned quickly that sex with
a man was just as fulfilling  as sex with a women and as such, he’d long since come to
regard gender as  unimportant. There was a definite lure between two biological
successors  attempting to find an equilibrium between them. He’d always preferred 
aggressive women so naturally the aggressiveness between two men was  excitingly
alluring. And then came that significant day when he’d walked  past the bathroom.


For one tiny, heart-wrenching moment, as the scent of the familiar shampoo  drifted from
the bathroom, he’d thought that Asuka was alive. The tangy  aroma of her favorite
shampoo enveloped him, bringing him back to those days  where they lived together as
lovers and partners and soul mates. He wasn’t  alone and her death was a dream. A dream
that shattered the instant he’d  heard Ken singing the latest Gackt single. He’d been
frozen in place, unable  to move, even when the dripping soccer player stepped out of the
bathroom,  engulfed in steam and the fragrance of raspberry and lime shampoo. In that 
instance, his very relationship with the Ken crumbled. Nothing would ever be  the same
again. Raspberry and lime shampoo was *such* a fucking aphrodisiac.


Yohji swore as he fumbled for a cigarette. That image of Ken wearing nothing  but a
small towel riding low on his hips with water dripping down that  sleek, lightly toned
chest, was one that was *etched* in his mind. How many  times had he dreamed of taking
Ken right than and there, against the hard  tiles of the bathroom walls, surrounded by
stream and Ken’s sweaty body? It  was, what he wryly referred to, as his Bathroom
Dream, the most common and  the most erotic of all his Ken dreams. And shit, he had a
*lot* of Ken  dreams.


He blew a cloud of smoke out the window, watching it dissipate into the  black night. "If
you only knew what you do to me," he muttered. The boy was  so fucking naïve. He had
no clue of the pure sexuality he radiated. Then  again, his innocence was one of the
things that were so attractive. Oh he  knew things, he wasn’t completely as guileless as
Omi but he was  inexperienced enough to make someone want to come along and teach
him  things. Carnal things. And Yohji was determined to be that someone.


Of course, in his mind he was planning to go slow and seduce Ken thoroughly.  But in
reality, it was too much. He’d been able to keep his passion quiet  but tonight it had
spilled out. Ken unconsciously flirting with him, looking  so cute as he tried to remain
awake and focused. He really was sexy in those  wrinkled plaid pajamas, his hair all
crumpled from his sleep. He only had so  much self-control and fuck, he’d waited for
four months hadn’t he? Kudo  Yohji was *not* made for celibacy.


And then there was Ken’s recent maternal shroud. Ken had always been the hen  of the
group, fussing over this and that. He was the one who made sure that  they all ate
properly, that they were all healthy, that Omi did well in  school, that Aya smiled
*sometimes*, that he didn’t smoke too much. It was  rather endearing and they’d all
gotten used to it. But ever since they’d  moved from Tokyo, Ken’s concerns had tripled.
Yohji wouldn’t have minded it  so much except that he seemed to worry only about him.
He barely ever said  anything to Aya and Omi. These day Ken cooked for him and stayed
up to wait  for him and annoyingly protected him when they had missions together. Hell, 
Ken even cleaned the bloodstains from his clothing. Ken no longer ranted  when he was
late for work nor did he make jokes and lecture him on his night  life. He was very
careful with his words around Yohji, no longer blurting  anything and everything out. He
treated him like some dainty object who  would break at any moment.


Well it looked like he was going to have to show Ken just how strong he was.  His lips
curved into a smirk. "You’re mine Kenken," he proclaimed, flicking  his cigarette out the
window. He resolved to have Ken in his bed by tomorrow  night. Things were looking
good.


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"Where’s Ken?" Yohji demanded, strolling into the shop a good twenty minutes  late the
next morning.


"If you were here on time, then you’d know," Aya snapped coldly from behind  a row of
potted ferns.


He ignored the redhead as he stopped beside the table where Omi was occupied  with
making a magnolia arrangement. "Omi?"


Omi smiled cheerfully up at him. "He left for the supply shop just a few  minutes ago."


He nodded curtly to the blond boy and headed towards the door. 


"Where are you going?" Aya demanded scowling at him. 


He smirked as the shoved the door open. "To help Ken." 


The feel of warm sunshine felt wonderful on his skin. Today was going to be  a great day
and why shouldn’t it? After four agonizing months, Ken would  finally be his. Shit, the
soccer player had felt delicious last night,  shoved up against the wall, all indignant and
quivering. The anticipation  was killing him. He couldn’t wait to kiss Ken and find out if
he was as  sweet as in all his fantasies.


Long, purposeful strides assured his arrival at the supply shop in less than  ten minutes.
Well he was a man on a mission afterall. All the lights were  closed and the door was
slightly ajar. He entered stealthily, shutting the  door quietly behind him. Ken was
standing on some bags of peat moss before a  flower rack, trying to reach a pot of African
violets that rested on the top  shelf. He was singing loudly as he reached towards the
purple flowers. Ken  didn’t have a bad voice, but Yohji was rather distracted by the way
his  T-shirt was riding up, allowing him a glimpse of smooth, tanned flesh. Not  to
mention that his ass looked *sweet* in those baggy khakis of his.


Yohji leaned against another flower rack and watched as Ken finally managed  to grab
hold of the violets. He bounded down from the peat moss bags and  carefully set the pot
of violets next to the pile of other flowers and seed  packages he was going to take back
to the shop. He pulled out a notepad from  his pocket and studied it intently, his brow
wrinkling in a frown. "I guess  I’m done here," he muttered to himself.


"You’re not done quite yet Kenken," Yohji drawled out, relishing the look of  startled
surprise on Ken’s face.


"Yohji!" the boy gasped. "Don’t scare me like that!" 


He strode towards Ken. "I don’t intend to scare you." 


Dark eyes widened comically. "Not this again!" he cried in dismay. Ken’s  face was
bright red as he darted backwards and promptly tripped over a stray  sack of organic
potting soil. He fell on his ass, his legs spread apart  invitingly.


Yohji’s mouth went dry. Seeing Ken, in actual reality, all spread out was so  fucking
erotic. He couldn’t stand it. "So you wanna skip the foreplay?" he  managed to grit out.
"That’s just fine with me."


Ken swiftly scrambled to his feet. "I don’t know what the hell is wrong with  you but
ack~!"


In one fluid movement, Yohji seized Ken’s wrist and jerked him into his  arms. His lips
covered Ken’s protests and he wasted no time in thrusting his  tongue into the sweet
mouth of the boy struggling against him.


/Jesus fucking Christ, he tastes so goddamn good/


Ken’s thrashings made Yohji all the more determined for submission and  acceptance. He
sucked hard at Ken’s mouth, running his tongue over even  teeth and the luscious roof of
his mouth. Yohji stroked roughly at the  passive tongue beneath his, thrusting his own
towards the back of Ken’s  throat. Insistent hands moved to grab Ken’s tight ass and he
brought the  younger boy fervently up to meet his raging erection. Grinding his hips 
seductively against Ken, he slanted his mouth and licked passionately his  unwilling
partner again and again. He shoved Ken up against the wall behind  them, moving his
hips with greater pressure and urgency, plunging his tongue  deeper into the moist
envelope of Ken’s mouth.


Ken was clinging onto his upper arms, moaning against his tongue. And then  he began to
respond, his tongue coming to hesitantly meet Yohji’s.


/Oh yes, finally!/


"Yohji kun? Ken kun?" 


Yohji jerked his mouth away from the soccer player’s, Omi’s voice propelling  him to
end the kiss as much as the need to breath. God he was so fucking  hard from just one
kiss! With a lurid curse, he released Ken, noting smugly  that he crumpled weakly to the
floor, panting heavily. The brunette’s face  was stained red, his expression confused and
bewildered as he stared up at  him with parted, swollen lips. It took every nerve in his
aching body not to  continue what he’d started and screw Ken senseless on the soil
strewn floor.  He wanted so badly to take Ken, to thrust hard into his tight, shuddering 
body. By tonight, it would happen.


He took a deep gulp of air and tried to act nonchalant. For once he was glad  that he was
wearing an apron. It hid his decidedly painful condition. "We’re  in here Omi," he called
as steadily as he could, trying not to look at Ken.  Who knew what he’d do if he laid eyes
on the gasping, perplexed boy.


"Manx san is waiting for us," Omi announced, coming into view. His eyes  widened when
he saw Ken gasping on the floor. "Ken kun? What happened?"


Yohji smirked, putting on his shades. His heart was still racing wildly but  he was in
control. "Ken had a little accident didn’t you Kenken?"


Omi rolled his eyes. "You really should be more careful Ken kun." He turned  towards
the door. "Let’s go. Aya kun will be mad if we’re late."


Ken staggered to his feet and surprised him by glaring hotly at him. "You  bastard," he
hissed. "What the hell are you doing?!!"


He leered suggestively at the soccer player. "You know you liked it Kenken."  And
because Ken was even cuter when irked, he gave in to the urge to smack  him firmly on
his ass.


TBC 

Part 3?
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