Sweet Seduction
by Aimless
“Tell me again why we have to do this?” A distinctly whiny voice barely penetrated the dense foliage.
“It’s the perfect day for it. Sunny and hot. They’ll thrive in this weather.” Ken replied as he lifted the heavy pot.
“But I’m getting all grimy.” The muffled voice continued.
“The greenhouse was full of these Chinese fan palms. We need to get them sold. They need to be repotted too.” Michel scooped another trowel full of organic soil into the decorative pot.
Chloe emerged from the jungle of large leaves and brushed at his platinum bangs with a dirt covered hand. He left a wide smear on his cheek which Ken thought utterly adorable.
“I’m sweating! I hate to sweat.” Chloe pouted.
“You certainly don’t mind sweating when we’re in the sack and I’m driving you nuts when I wiggle my…” Ken grinned around Chloe’s hand which was suddenly covering his mouth.
“Shhhh…not in front of the children.” Chloe impishly grinned at Free, Yuki and Michel.
Free easily hefted one of the large plants and carried it to the front of the shop. Michel watched dreamily as the large assassins arm muscles corded with the effort. Then he oogled the man’s faded jeans covered ass.
“I am not a child!” Michel distractedly corrected the other blond.
“Can we get this done? I have a date later and would rather not go see Emily reeking of fertilizer.” Yuki added some of the mentioned compost to the base of one of the palms.
“Ooh a date? You going to get some Yuki?” Michel teased. He shrieked in indignation as a handful of compost was flung at him.
Chloe brushed at his clothing and sighed. “Why do I have to be here again?”
“Because I said so.”
“AYA darling!” Chloe got to his feet and rushed the newcomer. He flung his dirty arms around the red head and kissed him soundly.
Ken’s muffled laugher only made Aya frown as he peeled Chloe off his body.
“Chloe! Not now. I need to repot all of the cattleyas.” Aya ducked another grab from Chloe and set up his supplies on the potting bench. He intended to take advantage of the sunny day as well by working in the courtyard.
Free returned for another of the heavy palm trees when a distinctive tinkling tune filled the air. Ken and Michel glanced at each other.
In unison they both yelled.
“Ice Cream!”
Then sprinted for the front of the shop and out to the road. Free spun around barely managing to miss the two overgrown kids as they rushed past. He precariously balanced the heavy pot and struggled not to drop the poor potted plant.
Chloe got knocked on his ass and Yuki almost took a header into the wheelbarrow full of compost. Aya looked at the sense with amusement and would deny later that he even let one chuckle escape his usually stoic expression. Some things never changed. Ken and ice cream was one of them. The realization was tinged with an unexpected pang of nostalgia. Omi and Yohji loved the frozen treat just as much and they would all jostle and fight for the last spoonful.
Chloe rolled his eyes and got to his feet. “Now we’ll never get finished. Aya do something.”
“I am not getting between Ken and his ice cream. Don’t you remember what happened the last time?” Aya set out the decorative ceramic pots that would house the orchids as he divided them.
“Yes and hindering Michel from his treats would also prove foolhardy.” Free added as he safely set the pot on the cobblestones.
Soon Ken and Michel returned triumphantly with their prizes clutched in their hands. Ken had a chocolate crunch bar and Michel eagerly unwrapped a rocket shaped popsicle in red white and blue.
They leaned against the porch railing and sighed in bliss.
Ken peeled the paper off his ice cream bar and took a long slow lick before nibbling the edges.
Michel slid the popsicle between his full lips and slurped noisily.
All eyes were firmly riveted on the pair as they ate. Even Aya was not immune to the satisfied little moans of pleasure his lover emitted as he licked.
Uncharacteristically it was Free’s gaze that did not waver as the popsicle slid in and out of Michel’s loudly slurping mouth.
Chloe’s hands clenched his trowel tightly as a line of melted chocolate dribbled down Ken’s chin onto his chest. Snaking over his collarbone to disappear under the collar of his tank top. He shifted uncomfortably as his extremities rose in appreciation of the impromptu show.
Oddly enough Aya’s attention kept shifting between Ken and Michel. It struck him then how much of a child the curly headed blond wasn’t. His fingers inadvertently bruised the delicate orchid stems as he avidly watched. He wanted desperately to lick that chocolaty trail from Ken’s sun warmed skin.
Free’s groan of appreciation as Michel slid the whole popsicle into his mouth was hastily disguised by a rough cough. The pot he held hid the obvious reaction to Michel’s almost pornographic delight in the frozen treat. It made him feel flushed and uncomfortable. He should not be having such thoughts about his young friend. Although the gap between their ages seemed inconsequential in the wake of Michel’s performance.
Yuki looked disgustedly at his stupefied team mates. He shrugged his shoulders and removed the heavy canvas apron that protected his clothes from the dirt. He covertly used their distraction to make his escape. He had a shower to take and a perfectly lovely girl to woo. He intended to pick her up at the hospital where she worked and take her out to a nice dinner. Then hopefully back to her place for dessert. He’d met her after the mission that had broken his wrist and damaged his face. This angel of mercy had been the first thing he’s seen when he’d awoken. She had been checking his vital signs and he’d been totally tongue tied. Yuki figured no one would miss him as he escaped into the house.
The chocolate ice cream bar grew smaller and smaller as Ken’s pink tongue lapped up every gooey drop. He paused to lick his fingers and Aya whimpered. Chloe nearly drooled as Ken’s agile tongue wrapped sinuously around each digit. They did not even realize they were edging closer to their unsuspecting lover.
Free bit his lip so hard that he almost drew blood. Michel pulled the much smaller popsicle from his mouth with an audible pop. He sucked and nibbled, licked and slurped. Broad strokes of his tongue removed the cherry droplets from the back of his hand. Then he thoroughly cleaned the now bare stick and hummed with delight.
Ken gave one last lick to his thumb as he sighed in contentment. He squawked in surprise as he was ambushed by two unbearably horny assassins.
“Hey! Leggo! What’s going on?!” Ken yelled.
“You tease! That…that chocolate orgasm you just had in front of us was plain cruel.” Chloe gave in to temptation and licked the streaks from Ken’s chin.
“Ah…Chloe! What?” Ken could only reply as Aya joined the blond in removing every last trace of chocolate from Ken’s tanned skin.
“You will pay for that little show.” Aya growled as he nuzzled Ken’s neck. His hand snaking down to grab Ken’s to place on his aching crotch.
“Aya! Not here! I didn’t mean to…good grief I was just eating ice cream!” Ken protested as they started to pull him toward the house.
“Yes and I nearly came in my pants watching you.” Chloe whispered in Ken’s ear as they guided him in the door.
“You…you did? What are you going to do now?” Ken truly sounded surprised.
Aya and Chloe both shook their heads in disbelief. Did the man really not know how unbearably sexy he was?
“We are going to go upstairs and fuck you silly. Chloe grab the chocolate sauce from the refrigerator.” Aya growled sending a bolt of pure lust straight to Ken’s groin.
“With pleasure Aya.” Chloe smirked and complied. He watched Ken’s ass all the way up the stairs. The bottle of chocolate syrup was nice and cold from being in the fridge. The lovely things he had in mind to do with them lit his face up in a truly feral grin.
Ken gulped at the looks he was receiving from his lovers. Still that did not make him struggle too hard as they led him to his room and locked the door behind them.
Michel tossed the stick into the trash and sucked the last remaining sweet syrup off his hand. He looked around confused at the empty courtyard. What the heck? Where did everyone go? Gardening supplies lay abandoned and the hose dripped onto the flagstones. Still such behavior did not surprise him too much. Whistling in happiness at the sudden afternoon off Michel darted out of the courtyard. The ice cream truck would be making its way back down their street soon. This time he would get a chocolate crunch bar that Ken seemed to enjoy so much.
Was there anything better than ice cream on such a scorchingly hot day? He didn’t think so.
Michel was well away from the house when a piercing yell penetrated the stillness. The source seemed to be the second floor bathroom where a very tall assassin was taking a very cold shower. As he slowly banged his head on the wall for getting turned on by the little blond.
His life had just gotten a lot more complicated.