Face the Music
A Weiss Kreuz Gluhen ficlet
Sephy

"What the hell are you doing?"

Izumi Sena jumped, bounced really for want of a better word, nearly tripping over the back of the couch before he caught himself, face warming. 'Please don't let it be who I think it is, please don't let it be --'

"Yo, Junior League? I'm talking to you or has the happy music caused the brains to dribble completely out of your ears?"

Christ. Sometimes he really, really hated his life or rather the continual ass kicking some higher power had decided to foist off on him. He ran a hand over his curly hair, taking his time to turn around, Hidaka Ken leaning across the door frame, blue eyes glinting with amusement and openly smirking as he crossed his arms. "I'm not interrupting something, am I, Sena? The way you were convulsing there, I thought something was really wrong."

"Bite me, Ken," Sena growled, reddening further, reaching over to hit the off button, the room falling so completely silent he could swear the after echo of the back beat was still tingling against his eardrum.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't convulsing, was it? That was supposed to be dancing, right?" Ken's grin widened, "Where did you learn those moves? You looked like you were trying to dodge bullets."

"Look, I was just -- You know what, it's none of your fucking business," Sena huffed. "What the fuck are you doing here? Don't you have a businessman you're supposed to be watching?"

"Mhmm," Ken put his arms behind his head, sauntering in the room, stopping just short of him. "Yohji offered to take the rest of the afternoon off so I could see my darling Sena-kun."

This was punctuated by a short tap of Ken's index finger against his nose and Sena glowered, "Fuck you, Hidaka. I'm not your darling anything and if you don't shut your mouth --"

"You'll what? Continue to jerk around like you've got a terminal case of epilepsy?"

Sometimes there was just no talking to Ken when he was like this and Sena swung at him, not surprised at all when Ken caught his hand, fingers closing around his fist. It was when his other arm came around his waist and pulled him close that he found himself squeaking, thoroughly annoyed as Ken gave him a smug rubbing of noses. "Goddamn you, if you don't let me go right now --" Sena pulled himself up short, adding onto that, "And if you ever tell anyone what you saw here, you will never see me naked again."

"Ooh, now there's a threat. A skinny little bag of bones like you," Ken teased, moving them slowly towards the couch, hips brushing hips in almost swaying together and Sena blinked, looking down at them bewildered.

"Ken, what the hell are you doing?"

"Showing you how I dance and I don't need cheesy Italian techno to help me. Try and keep up, 'kay, babe?"

"You don't seriously think I'm going to sleep with you five seconds after you set out to humiliate me."

"I didn't set out to do anything," Ken was obviously trying not to laugh as he pushed Sena down onto the cushions. "I just came to find you and there you were, all ready and waiting to be teased. It's not my fault you make things so easy, is it?"

"You prick, I'm going to -- "

"Aww, but you were so cute flopping around like that. I had to take a few pictures."

Sena froze. "Pictures? Ken, you fucking well did not --"

Ken held up a small black device between his fingers, tapping it as if in tune with some beat that only he could hear. "Finest damn spyware money can buy. Can't wait 'til I develop these or wait...I think it's Aya's turn to do that, isn't it?"

Lunging forward, Sena made a grab, "Ken, I swear to fucking -- "

Ken danced out of the way, scooting back on the couch, snickering visibly now. "Aww, but just think how adorable it will be when Aya gets to see you shaking your ass like that. And of course, when the copies get shown to Yohji --"

"I am so warning you."

"And that's hoping that a few extra copies don't accidentally get turned over to Rex by mistake. I mean, can't you just see the boys at Kritiker discussing it over drinks at the water cooler?" That grin widened perceptibly. "Don't you think everyone should get to see what a wonderful little dancer my sweet little Sena is?"

"I am so seriously going to murder you," Sena scrabbled across the couch after him, nearly tumbling to the floor.

"Of course," Ken continued, using those damned reflexes of his, honed by years of soccer and missions, to flit out of the way, waving his camera around like a trophy, "I might be persuaded to give you the negatives -- after I develop the pertinent shots, of course. Maybe."

Sena watched him warily. "If I do what?"

"Oh, not much. I was just thinking for giggles you should put on another little show for me some time. You know how I love watching your ass."

"You're a pervert."

"And a murderer and a bastard and a bunch of other things if I recall everything you've said to me since we started sleeping together. I'm just multi-talented, aren't I? Of course," Ken sighed, dragging the sound out and sounding aggrieved, "If you'd rather not, I understand. Really I do. And I'll just have to make sure I take those negatives and wallpaper my room with them to properly express my disappointment."

"I hate you. Just so we're clear on this," Sena pouted, crossing his arms and looking away. "But -- okay. Fine. But no more fucking cameras!"

"I promise," Ken said innocently, making a gesture over his chest, "Cross my heart even."

"Fine," Sena held out his hand, scowling at him.

"Okay then," Ken lowered his hand, Sena relaxing just as a flash of white teeth became visible against that full lower lip, Ken's tugging at the waistband of his jeans and dropping the camera inside, crooking a finger at him. "You can have the film now."

***End