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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,734
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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A/N: Due to lack of feedback, smut was not written. Hmm. Must get Tart X to write smut... Anyways, heres the plot. Now review it. Dammit.
Perverted and
Suspicious Minds
2 nights later…
“I’m so glad the boys agreed to help us out,” Yohji sighed.
“Yeah, and it only took three pounds of marshmallow peeps to convince them,” Schu replied. The two ex-assassins were in the back room taking inventory.
“Yeah, I wonder why they wanted so many anyways.” Yohji asked. “Make a note; we need more strawberry daiquiri mix. Ken’s been plowing through those like there’s no tomorrow. He knows what a girly drink that is, right?”
“Who knows what’s going on with him these days? He’s always been something of a fruit,” Schu answered, but dutifully noted “daiquiri mix” on his ‘to buy’ list.
Ninety percent of the time Schu and Yohji acted like they were training for the gay sex Olympics, but they took their bar quite seriously…taxes, and bartending non-withstanding.
“Well. I think that’s it. I’ll call these orders into our supplier and we’re done for the day. Want to order Chinese and eat it off each other before the bar opens?”
“Just try to stop me,” Yohji replied with a dirty grin, as they wandered toward the office to place the orders. “Hey, and Omi and Nagi are working on the taxes in there right? Let’s see if they need anything while we’re there.”
“You are so sweet, Pookums,” Schu came up and hugged Yohji from behind.
“Aww, thank-you, Nookie-bear. Just for that…Hey why is the office door locked?” Yohji jiggled the doorknob several times. “Hey is anybody there?”
Yohji and Schu leaned into the door to listen. The passionate moans emanating from the other side of the door were something of a surprise…Omi and Nagi? The two men looked at each other in surprise. No wonder they had found lube in one of the office desk drawers.
“Hey! Chibis!” Schu pounded on the office door. “New house rule! Only me and my Pookums are allowed to use this office as a bedroom! And what happened to doing our taxes!”
The moaning turned into whispers and scuffling and noises.
“Yohji, don’t you have the keys? They probably have some clothes on by now and we really need to talk to them about this. Not only about having sex in *our* office, but they promised they’d do the taxes.”
“I know,” Yohji whined, “we haven’t been able to get decent cigarettes or booze, or even lube since we don’t know how much money we’ll get back! Non-flavored lube just isn’t any fun!”
Yohji fished his keys from his pockets. Schu wondered how his lover managed to fit *anything* in those pockets, let alone their entire key ring. They unlocked the door only to find the door on the opposite side slamming shut. The brats had escaped upstairs to the apartments above the bar, leaving in their wake a mess of paperwork scattered on the floor and a tube of open cherry lube leaking onto the desk.
“After them!” Schu shouted. They weren’t getting away with it this time!
Schu and Yohji raced up the stairs after the two boys stopping on the second floor where their rooms were located. Schu and Yohji stayed on the first floor, while Brad and Aya each had apartments on the third floor. Farfarello and Ken had both declined living in the building, each stating mental health reasons. Ken was afraid he would gain problems, and Farf had been afraid he would lose his.
Schu tossed open the door to Omi and Nagi’s apartment without knocking, and stopped dead. “Pookums! Shield your eyes! It’s…”
Stay tuned: Really? What *are* those two up to? Will the taxes ever get done? Next Chapter:
Chibi Games
Devil in Disguise
Perverted and
Suspicious Minds
2 nights later…
“I’m so glad the boys agreed to help us out,” Yohji sighed.
“Yeah, and it only took three pounds of marshmallow peeps to convince them,” Schu replied. The two ex-assassins were in the back room taking inventory.
“Yeah, I wonder why they wanted so many anyways.” Yohji asked. “Make a note; we need more strawberry daiquiri mix. Ken’s been plowing through those like there’s no tomorrow. He knows what a girly drink that is, right?”
“Who knows what’s going on with him these days? He’s always been something of a fruit,” Schu answered, but dutifully noted “daiquiri mix” on his ‘to buy’ list.
Ninety percent of the time Schu and Yohji acted like they were training for the gay sex Olympics, but they took their bar quite seriously…taxes, and bartending non-withstanding.
“Well. I think that’s it. I’ll call these orders into our supplier and we’re done for the day. Want to order Chinese and eat it off each other before the bar opens?”
“Just try to stop me,” Yohji replied with a dirty grin, as they wandered toward the office to place the orders. “Hey, and Omi and Nagi are working on the taxes in there right? Let’s see if they need anything while we’re there.”
“You are so sweet, Pookums,” Schu came up and hugged Yohji from behind.
“Aww, thank-you, Nookie-bear. Just for that…Hey why is the office door locked?” Yohji jiggled the doorknob several times. “Hey is anybody there?”
Yohji and Schu leaned into the door to listen. The passionate moans emanating from the other side of the door were something of a surprise…Omi and Nagi? The two men looked at each other in surprise. No wonder they had found lube in one of the office desk drawers.
“Hey! Chibis!” Schu pounded on the office door. “New house rule! Only me and my Pookums are allowed to use this office as a bedroom! And what happened to doing our taxes!”
The moaning turned into whispers and scuffling and noises.
“Yohji, don’t you have the keys? They probably have some clothes on by now and we really need to talk to them about this. Not only about having sex in *our* office, but they promised they’d do the taxes.”
“I know,” Yohji whined, “we haven’t been able to get decent cigarettes or booze, or even lube since we don’t know how much money we’ll get back! Non-flavored lube just isn’t any fun!”
Yohji fished his keys from his pockets. Schu wondered how his lover managed to fit *anything* in those pockets, let alone their entire key ring. They unlocked the door only to find the door on the opposite side slamming shut. The brats had escaped upstairs to the apartments above the bar, leaving in their wake a mess of paperwork scattered on the floor and a tube of open cherry lube leaking onto the desk.
“After them!” Schu shouted. They weren’t getting away with it this time!
Schu and Yohji raced up the stairs after the two boys stopping on the second floor where their rooms were located. Schu and Yohji stayed on the first floor, while Brad and Aya each had apartments on the third floor. Farfarello and Ken had both declined living in the building, each stating mental health reasons. Ken was afraid he would gain problems, and Farf had been afraid he would lose his.
Schu tossed open the door to Omi and Nagi’s apartment without knocking, and stopped dead. “Pookums! Shield your eyes! It’s…”
Stay tuned: Really? What *are* those two up to? Will the taxes ever get done? Next Chapter:
Chibi Games
Devil in Disguise