Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Hi everyone! I am done with exams!! Yay!!! Hope all my fellow college students are all coping well, and not letting your fanfic habit get you behind. ;) Because mine did...eheh. I\'d like to thank Auburnimp as well as all my other wonderful reviewers, for taking time out of her updatingness to read and review my story. Everyone should go check her story, Alternatives, out if you haven\'t already! Its a wonderful one! And here\'s a hint....if you are nice to me...you guys may get a double update this time. I know I cut you off in the middle of lemony goodness.. Enjoy!!
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Omi found himself flat on his back again, looking up at Ken’s ceiling, then at Ken himself as the older boy moved to cover him again. Ken planted an elbow on each side of Omi’s shoulders, the rest of their bodies touching, and braced himself on his arms as he leaned down and kissed the blonde again.

Omi’s legs took on a mind of their own as their owner was kept busy with dusky lips. They moved against and caressed the other boy’s jean-covered limbs. Delicate-looking hands fluttered over broad shoulders and down muscled back to narrow hips. Ken purred in the back of his throat as Omi’s fingers played with the waistband of his jeans, running around the top of it and dipping barely inside. Omi could feel the bulge of Ken’s arousal pressing against his lower-belly, tantalizingly close to his own. Abruptly he decided to move their heated kiss further.

Ken’s eyes widened when Omi’s fingers brushed over his ass, then gripped firmly as the blonde’s knees bent, planting his sock feet on the bed. Abruptly all thought was ripped from his mind as Omi’s hands pulled his pelvis down, the younger boy’s hips grinding up against his at the same time. Colors danced before his eyes at the friction between their groins. Unable to help himself, he ground down against Omi again, his blood pounding in his ears so loudly that he almost missed the sound of Omi’s whimper. He pulled back from the kiss, looking down at his blonde soon-to-be-lover, watching the angelic features as he shifted his weight to his hands, wincing slightly as his wrists bent. From the new angle, he moved his hips hard against Omi’s again. Kiss-swollen lips dropped open and blue eyes screwed more tightly shut as Omi met his thrust, a light, sweet moan slipping between his parted lips. Entranced, Ken thrust again, fighting to keep his own eyes open as he watched the growing frustration on Omi’s face. The younger assassin’s mouth was ajar now as he sucked in air that caught in his throat before he moaned again.

The pace of their mutual thrusts picked up until they were moving against each other in an easy rhythm. Omi’s legs hooked around Ken’s hips as the blonde let out a loud, heavenly moan. Ken answered it with a choked whimper that became a growl. He couldn’t last too much longer before he was undone, and he didn’t want that to happen yet. Abruptly, he rolled off Omi, who let out a cry at the loss of contact.



Yohji was in his room, preparing for the night ahead of him, and trying to ignore the various giggles and thumps that were coming from Ken’s room next door. Aya had actually agreed to go. Yohji’s mind was still whirling with the redhead’s answer as he ransacked his closet for the perfect outfit. Now where to take him? Aya didn’t drink, so Yohji had already decided to go clubbing tonight, rather than barhopping. He needed some place that wouldn’t be too crowded or loud. That knocked off about six choices. A place where he was known, but not too well known was a must. It had to be clean and brightly lit, with a clientele he trusted. Aya was like an animal. If he felt trapped, he’d lash out, and Yohji didn’t want an Aya-bloodbath on his hands. He had narrowed it down to three, and picked his outfit for the night. He dressed quickly, trying to pick the best location.


Aya was lost. He didn’t know what to do. He had actually agreed to go out somewhere with Yohji, that surprised him, and now he was paying the price. He didn’t want the older man to know that he had no clue what to even wear out…but he didn’t. His closet was a sea of black, with a few articles of white or muted colors thrust in the back. The redhead sighed and wracked his brain for the way Yohji usually dressed. Looking through his closet again, his eyes took on a strange gleam as he began to get an idea.


He had decided to take Aya to a club called the Final Fantasy. It was an older club, with a clientele closer to his and Aya’s age. Yohji still frequented it, but was among only a handful of regulars. Most people who went to Final Fantasy only went once, electing to depart for a trendier atmosphere. It played an eclectic mix of Japanese and gaijin music from all over Europe and even America. It was bright and cheery, with a smaller dance floor swimming with multicolored lights. Beaded curtains and gauzy drapes adorned every inch of the walls. A rather hippy-esque couple a few years older than Yohji owned it. They respectfully asked that the drugs that were common in other clubs were kept out of theirs, including cigarettes, which Yohji knew Aya would appreciate. They did serve alcohol, which Yohji had a feeling he’d need, but the bar included non-alcoholic drinks and even specialty coffees and teas as well.


Yohji sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. He had decided to dress a little more respectably tonight, since it was Aya he was going with, and he wasn’t looking to hook up with anyone. A skintight, iridescent emerald lycra mock-turtleneck made his green eyes absolutely glow. A golden strip of skin was exposed as it reached within an inch of his leather pants, this pair looser than most of his other clubbing pants. The black leather was supple, if thicker than his others. They accentuated the line of his hips and legs without screaming ‘look at my ass’. He wore black boots with a slight heel, so as not to completely tower over the object of his affection. The sleeves on the shirt flared slightly at the ends, becoming looser. Yohji slipped a simple silver bangle onto each wrist, the metal contrasting nicely with the green of his shirt and the golden hue of his skin. The silver hoops remained in his ears. He played with his hair for a minute, undecided about having it up or down.

A soft whimper barely seeped through the wall, but Yohji heard it and grinned. ‘That didn’t take long at all.’ He was surprised at how aggressive Omi was when it came to Ken, as evidenced at dinner. He would have thought the kid to be more of a coy, self-conscious lover, but apparently he was wrong. He grinned to himself as he pulled his hair back into another low ponytail, slipping a black band around it. “Who would have thought…hentai Omitchi.” The blonde chuckled and shook his head, tendrils of honey-gold falling gently forward around his face. He grabbed a black, fitted silk blazer and opened the door just in time to hear a low moan slip out from Ken’s door. Smirking, he made his way up the stairs and paused before knocking on Aya’s door. He was amazed at how nervous he was. It wasn’t like he was taking the redhead out on an official date or anything, although he’d like it to be. Aya was just accompanying him to get away from the two downstairs. That’s all he dared to hope it was. Gathering his courage, he went to knock, when the door swung inward to reveal Aya standing there. Yohji’s eyes grew wide as his breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t help but look the crimson-haired man up and down, and hope it wasn’t too blatant.

Aya watched as Yohji’s eyes swept over him. The stare would have made him feel dirty, had it been anyone else but Yohji. He inwardly smirked, proud of himself. The blonde was probably just astounded that he actually had clothes like this and had been able to put them together. He gave Yohji an appreciative once-over as well, although the older man missed it.

Yohji practically felt himself drooling. The man before him couldn’t be Fujimiya Aya. This was someone else. Someone else in black suede pants that clung flatteringly to his thighs before loosening slightly at the knee, and falling to reveal heeled black boots; someone else in a pristine white silk shirt kept open just far enough down to reveal a tantalizing wedge of porcelain skin, the collar spread open over the lapels of a black tuxedo jacket. Someone else wearing Aya’s cross around a slender pale neck and Aya’s copper earring dangling from one ear; and most certainly someone else with black liner smudged becomingly around their gemstone eyes, topped with light grey shadow, making the violet take on a smoky look. Those eyes were looking at him squarely, a scarlet eyebrow raised. Yohji blinked. That glare…yes…this was Aya after all.

Aya hadn’t missed the gleam in Yohji’s eyes, or the drop of his jaw. An intense feeling of pride filled him, chased by a flash of something else, something that made him inwardly shiver. He noticed that Yohji had kept himself relatively tame. ‘Was that for me?’ But nothing Yohji did to himself could lessen his glowing beauty. Aya squinted. ‘Unless he cut his hair.’ Shocked at the train of thought his mind was taking, he blinked and glared at Yohji as the other man met his eyes.

“Finished?” The blonde actually seemed to blush, but only momentarily before sighing and standing aside, gesturing for Aya to precede him down the stairs.

Grabbing his keys, Yohji stopped for a second before Ken’s door. He raised a hand to pound on it, but halted, listening. A moan, then a growl met his ears, then a soft thump and the springs squeaked, accompanied by a sharp cry of rebuke. Smirking, he pounded on the door.

“We’re going out for the night boys. Ken, don’t hurt the Chibi too badly, okay?”

TBC.....
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