Three Kitties and a Tomcat

Title: Three Kittens and a Tomcat
Author: Opus
Warnings: Possible squick, ingestion of weird chemical substances, sexual innuendo, that kind of thing.
Disclaimer: Matsuri Akino's and whoever Weiss belongs to, not me, no money, please don't sue.
Summary: So what did happen to Leon's little brother?
Author notes: *...* is private thoughts, /.../ indicates Chinese, //...// is telepathy, normal quotes is japanese and single quotes is English. D is D senior reincarnated, not Leon's D. (yes they have the same name)


Chapter 7


'I do hope you enjoy your pet,' The young Chinese man said sweetly to his last customer of the day. He ushered her to the door, then closed and locked it for the night.

He was slight of build, with short silky-black hair that was neatly slicked back. His violet eyes glittered in the dim light of the shop, set in a face so perfect as to bring one to think of him as a life-size porcelain doll. His movements were both smooth and graceful as he made his way through the back, to his living quarters upstairs.

He opened the door to his bedroom. The air was cloudy with incense, and there was a yellow labrador sprawled on the satin cover of his bed. A mere dog to the ordinary eye, but D was no ordinary man. He could see through the illusion, and what he saw was a tall caucasian male in his early twenties, with waist-long yellow blond hair and bright blue eyes. He wore silk pajamas the same color as his eyes, adorned with a dark navy blue dragon design.

At the kami's entrance, Chris groggily sat up. Sweat had soaked through the pajamas in spots, and his skin shone with beads of moisture. //D...//

/Hush, my love,/ D whispered.

//That tea you gave me earlier- I think it's making me ill.//

D sat on the bed and gently stroked his brow, brushing away a few errant strands of blond hair plastered there with dampness. /Do not worry, the effects will pass soon enough./

//but...// Chris knew he wanted to ask more, but he couldn't form any more coherehoughoughts in the haze that was rapidly clouding his mind. In distracted frustration he let himself fall back onto the bed once more.

D followed him down, leaning above his lover's larger body. /Have I not always taken care of you? Trust me now, as you have before./

Chris frowned. D's words entered hind ind in a broken, disjointed fashion. He couldn't have remembered anything at that moment, even if he had understood the question. His mind was muzzy, as if someone had stuffed his head with cotton. He couldn't sense anything, and the disorientation was making him queasy.

He didn't even notice when D left the room. Shortly thereafter the petshop owner returned with a cool, damp cloth. Chris flinched at the unexpected contact as his lover gently wiped the sweat from his face.

D continued down to his neck, then gently peeled the sodden garments from his skin and continued his attempt to ease the human's discomfort. Chris moaned softly. The water felt like ice against his overheated flesh, but brought no relief.

He tried to send his thoughts to D, but that fuzzy barrier kept him trapped inside his own head. Panic rose within him. It was too quiet without the comforting presence of other minds around him. Vainly he tried to speak aloud, but it was no use. It had been too long since he'd last used his voice, and the ability to form words eluded him.

He groped blindly for D, vision blu. D. D caught his arms with a strength that belied his appearance and tried to calm his lover's anxious struggles.

/Easy, my love. This will soon pass. Be still./

Chris couldn't hear him over the sudden rushing of blood in his ears. His heart beat almost painfully in his chest. A wave of intense nausea hit him then, and he rolled onto his side, retching.

D held back his long hair until he finished and collapsed into an exhausted sleep. *I have no wish to hurt you like this,* he thought, cradling his tall lover in his arms, *but it is necessary. You will see...*

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The four members of Weiss finished unloading all the boxes into their new Chinatown location and crashed in front of the TV in their barely furnished living room. The building was a little smaller, and it had fewer windows (which was not necessarily a bad thing), as they were now located in the middle of the block, and the only balcony was off of the living room. Instead of all of their bedrooms being on the third floor, Ken now had his bedroom on the second floor, just down the hall from the living room and the kitchen.

Youji and Ken were sitting on the couch. Leon and Aya had claimed the easy chair and had contorted themselves into a somewhat comfortable position, with the American holding the redhead in his lap. You Mangy Bastard was out on the town, having fun, wreaking havoc, and acting as a second set of eyes for Leon.

The two on the couch did their best to ignore the two who were not-so-discreetly necking in the chair, but not successfully. After a while, Ken couldn't stand it any more and ran off to his room to call Omi.

Youji lasted a little longer, but when his teammates gave up all attempt at keeping quiet, he grimaced and stood up. "Will you two go find a room already? I like to think of myself as a tolerant guy, but this is too much!! I'm trying to watch TV here, do you mind?!!"

"You could join us," Leon said suggestively, smiling in an odd, seductive way.

Youji's eyes bulged. "Look, you obnoxious-" he started, but when Aya winked at him, he paused and stared at his supposedly stoic leader. Normally impassive lips curved slightly into a smirk. Thoroughly unnerved, the blonde fled upstairs to his room. Behind him he heard both men laughing. What *was* that? Aya was teasing him, too? Were they both ganging up on him now?

Once safely inside the sanctuary of his room, he lit up a cigarette. What was going on with Aya? The icy bastard he knew would've clobbered Leon for suggesting such a thing. But then, the redhead hadn't really been his normal self since the sniper had joined their team.

Youji sighed. He'd always wanted Aya to loosen up a bit, but this didn't seem right. Unnatural was the word. He would ask Leon, but when that guy didn't want to talk about something...

Leon and Aya eventually made their way upstairs for obvious reasons. The Japanese redhead was still chuckling as he closed the bedroom door behind him. Even his lover was amazed at him.

"I can't believe you actually went along with that," Leon said.

"Hn. I knew he wouldn't even consider it," Aya replied. Not to mention it was fun to finally get the playboy back for all his notoriously ribald teasing. But still, there was some part of him that hadn't been joking. Not that he would admit it to himself, much less anyone else.

Leon smiled, then tackled him so that they both landed on the bed. Aya growled and fought back, and they rolled around on the covers, looking something like a cross between a wrestling match and a teenaged make-out session.

Leon finally managed to get the smaller man pinned under him and kissed him deeply. However, he had to let go of Aya's arm's to start undressing him, and the redhead took the opportunity to wriggle out of his grasp. So the contest for dominance continued...

Some time later, Ken came back out into the living room. "Guys, we have a mission...hey, where'd everyone go?"

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TBC

Omake: Backstage

D takes out the purple contact from his gold eye, and Leon removes the long blonde wig.

The cast of Weiss stares at them.

Leon: *shrugs* What did you expect? Chris isn't old enough to act in this fic.


O.o Yes, I am on crack...