Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Thank you everyone for the kind words! :) I\'m glad everyone like Ken and Omi. I know....I think they\'re hot too. I\'m drooling as I write here. So yeah, Yohji and Aya are off to a halting start...but I couldn\'t make it easy on both couples, or else the story would be over by now. :) I\'m on my way home for Christmas holidays tomorrow, and with that comes family and visits to such. I shall endeavor to update as much as I can...and when I don\'t..relax and know that I am writing more. See, I already have a bunch written on this story, hence the rather smooth updatage. I\'m not direly close to catching up yet...but I want to finish the story as much as you want me to! So I\'ll work on it...promise. Tonight\'s chapter is larger than normal though, as an early X-mas gift. Ho ho ho!! And thanks again to the wonderful readers who take time to review this!! I love you all!!

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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?”


Ken struggled to catch his breath. He could practically hear the smirk on Yohji’s face. Beside him, Omi panted heavily.

“Go away, Yotan!” Ken yelled through the door.


Yohji grinned. “Hai!” He looked at Aya and jerked his head toward the door. Aya glared at the door to Ken’s room as the two older Weiss members left.



Ken sat up suddenly. “Did he just say ‘we’re going out’?” A choked sound came from beside him.

“Who cares?” Omi panted. His feet were spread far apart, knees bent and pointing away from each other. He had unfastened his jeans and had one hand inside of them. “Ke~~n…” he whimpered.

The brunette’s head whipped around, and catching sight of Omi, his jaw dropped. The younger boy had a hand buried inside his jeans and was arching slightly into the pressure. Ken could see the outline of his fingers through the material as they moved. He didn’t want Omi to get off yet, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to stop the blonde.

“Omi…” he breathed, a hand reaching toward his own zipper. He abruptly froze when Omi’s eyes opened and turned on him. The blue orbs were shimmering with need, pleading with him to give their owner what he so desperately wanted. Biting his lip, Ken reached over and rested a hand on Omi’s wrist.

“Stop, Omi.” The younger assassin complied, but looked up at him unhappily. Ken smiled and leaned over to kiss Omi’s soft lips again. The vehemence of Omi’s response startled him. The blue-eyed boy arched his neck up, lips crushing against Ken’s. Omi’s tongue pushed into his mouth and stroked his hard palate before coaxing his own tongue to fight. Ken pulled away after a bit, shocked at Omi’s boldness. Omi grinned at him wickedly.

“This has all been rather bottled up for a bit, Ken-kun.” The brunette blinked and raised his eyebrows. Omi giggled, then gasped and bucked his hips as Ken slowly withdrew his own hand from inside his pants. The older assassin was looking down at him. Omi shuddered under the lust-ridden stare. “What?”

Ken’s hands pulled at the waistband of his jeans, and Omi lifted his ass to help slide them off, socks coming off in the process. His breath hitched as the waistband slid over his groin. The older boy was eyeing the bulge in Omi’s navy blue briefs. Omi watched, holding his breath, and Ken slowly reached for him. Fingers lightly caressed the straining blue fabric, and Omi’s hips bucked as he hissed in a breath. The touch got firmer, gently stroking the curved surface, and Omi shivered, a high-pitched keening noise escaping through his nose. Ken was driving him insane with desire and the younger boy vowed revenge.

Ken slowly took the elastic band of Omi’s underwear in both hands and gently pulled. The blonde helped by lifting his hips again, a ragged cry ripping from his throat as the elastic caressed his erection when Ken pulled his last garment off. Omi was breathing heavily, his legs sprawled upon the bed, and Ken gazed down at his naked lover for the first time.

Omi’s long legs were trembling, his thighs tensing and relaxing in rapid succession. At the top of those silky thighs was a thatch of golden curls, in which Omi’s hard length nestled. Ken blatantly stared. It was pretty, like the rest of the young assassin. It was slender and smooth except for a throbbing vein running up the underside. Perfectly proportioned to Omi’s body, it made the brunette’s mouth water. He looked up to see Omi watching him. There was no move to cover himself. In fact, nothing in the cornflower stare gave off even the semblance of embarrassment. Ken swallowed.

“Omi…do you have any idea how incredibly hot you are?” He shook his head, rendering any response unnecessary, and taking the younger boy’s hands, tugged him into a sitting position. Omi raised an eyebrow and Ken laughed, suddenly nervous. He sat him against the headboard of the bed, his legs spread wide across the pillows.

Omi’s heart was beating fast with anticipation. Ken’s cocoa eyes lingered on his exposed arousal before flitting back up to his face. Scooting back, the ex-soccer player got down on his stomach between Omi’s legs, bracing himself on his forearms. Omi felt himself twitch as a breath of warm air washed over his tip. Ken looked up at him, kiss-swollen lips poised right above his shaft, and Omi knew he had never seen anything hotter than that, not even in all the porn he’d watched in his young life. He closed his eyes against the sight and leaned his head back against the headboard.

“Ken…please.” His plea was rewarded with the feel of velvet tongue tracing up the underside of his length. Omi’s toes curled and he grabbed fistfuls of pillow. His breath became shallower the closer Ken’s tongue got to the crown. Then he felt lips close tight over him and he squeaked, chancing a look down at the older boy. Glinting brown eyes met his, glimmering with a decidedly evil light, and Omi barely had time to suck in a breath before it was ripped from him in a loud cry as Ken’s head plunged down upon his aching length.



The ride to the club had been silent, as Yohji expected. When they arrived, Aya took one look at the name and raised an eyebrow at Yohji. The blonde sighed and turned off the car.

“It’s a good place, Aya. I come here a lot, but picked it for tonight especially because of you.” Surprise flashed in the redhead’s eyes, but was quickly masked as he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

When they entered, Aya was surprised to find that the place was not loudly booming with noise, hazy with cigarette smoke, or packed with sweating bodies. A techno song in a language he didn’t know was thumping through the speakers on the walls, but not so loud as to give him a headache. Groups of people were scattered around the place. There were a few tight knots of them on the dance floor, and a few looser groups and solitaries as well, all changing color as different lights shone over them. High tables and chairs were spaced out along the walls of the building, and at these a few more people laughed and talked. There were also people sitting at the bar, which is where Yohji led him. The woman behind the counter seemed to be a few years older than even Yohji, but she was pretty, with a nice smile. Her auburn hair was back in a high loose ponytail, revealing dangling feather earrings. She was dressed in tight jeans and a purple peasant top.

“Kudou Yohji!” She greeted the blonde happily, grinning when he reached out and brought her hand to his lips. “I must say, it’s been an entire month since I saw you in here! Soujiro and I were beginning to think you didn’t like us anymore.” She pouted, and then grinned. Yohji smiled sincerely.

“I’ve been working a lot of overtime, Rebecca. But to make up for it, I brought someone else with me tonight.” He moved over and sat, and Aya moved to the chair beside him. Rebecca’s eyes widened and she whistled.

“Yohhji…wherever did you find him?” She smiled and held out a hand. “I’m Rebecca. My husband and I own this place.” Yohji lightly kicked the redhead and Aya reached out and shook the proffered hand.

“Aya.” Said Aya.

Rebecca grinned and winked at Yohji. “Does Aya mean ‘gorgeous’ in Japanese?” When the pale man did nothing more than raise an eyebrow she laughed. “Not blessed with the gift of gab, were you, honey.” She smiled at Aya again. “That’s okay, I’m sure Yohji talks enough for the both of you.” The blonde made a face and Aya began to find himself warming up to the gaijin woman. Rebecca turned to Yohji.

“What’ll it be tonight, babe? Sex on the Beach? A Screaming Orgasm?” Aya looked at Yohji, eyes fixed in a death glare, and the blonde hurriedly warded it off by waving his hands.

“Aya, those are drink names, damn!” He grinned as Aya turned away, looking down at the bar. “I’m not prowling tonight, Rebecca. Just let me have a strawberry margarita.” The woman’s eyes widened again.

“Whatever you say, Kudou. What about you, gorgeous?” Aya looked at her sharply.

“I don’t drink.” He expected her to look at a loss, then scramble to offer him some water or a soda. Instead she giggled.

“Well then, I can make something virgin for you, that means non-alcoholic…or I could make you a latte or—“ Yohji cut her off and leaned over the bar, whispering to her. Aya raised an eyebrow as she looked in his direction and grinned. Abruptly she winked at him and left to fix their drinks. Aya looked over at Yohji, who shrugged and smiled. The younger man looked away, seemingly entranced by the polished wooden surface of the bar. He heard his blonde companion sigh beside him.

“She’s…nice.” Yohji blinked, startled, and looked over at the crimson-haired figure next to him. Aya was looking at him, and the fact that Aya was looking at him and had just spoken to him of his own free will sent a chill down Yohji’s spine. He didn’t know if it was because he was excited or creeped out.

“Yeah, she is. Her husband Sou is a cool guy too. I’ve known them for a few years, since they opened this club.” Aya was still looking at him. “She’s Irish, if you were wondering.” The younger man nodded. The conversation sputtered and was barely saved from death by the reappearance of Rebecca. In one hand she held a curved glass filled with bright red-pink crushed ice, and in the other a tall handmade mug. She set the glass by Yohji who looked at her adoringly, and the mug by Aya, who raised an eyebrow.

Smiling, she pushed it a little closer to him. “It’s Chai tea. Yohji said you liked green tea, so I thought you might like this.”

Looking warily at the liquid in the cup, Aya tilted the mug and took a sip. His eyes briefly lit up and he took another. Rebecca took advantage of Aya’s newfound interest to whisper to Yohji.

“Kudou, you’ve been holding out on me! How long have you two been together and why on earth were you hiding him?” Yohji almost spilled his margarita and hastily whispered back at her.

“Don’t let Aya hear you say that! We’re not…together…as much as I’d like us to be.” He lowered his voice even more. “Aya’s the coworker I’ve been telling you about.” Rebecca’s eyebrows rose.

“He’s the antisocial one who keeps himself under ice and whom you just so happen to be madly in love with?” Yohji shushed her again as Aya looked at them, raising an eyebrow

“What?” Yohji was pinned by an amethyst stare. The blonde smiled innocently and waved the glare off.

“Just gossip, Aya. Nothing you’d be interested in.” Rebecca snapped her fingers.

“Speaking of gossip, Alex was in here about two weeks ago, Yohji. He was asking if anyone knew where you were. Said you had just up and disappeared one morning, and hadn’t left a message or anything.” Rebecca sighed and shook her head. “You break more hearts than you know, honey. Alex was a good guy. Why the sudden chill towards him?” The older man mumbled something unintelligible, then swiftly arose and headed off towards the brightly marked restrooms. Aya fixed his gemstone gaze on Rebecca.

“Alex?” He raised an eyebrow. The woman fidgeted.

“I figured it would be okay to mention it, seeing as the two of you obviously aren’t together or anything. Alex was the last lover Yohji picked up in here.” Aya sat back, eyes wide. It was the most emotion Rebecca had seen him show all night. The slender man shook his head.

“But Alex is a man’s name.” He growled.

“Right,” she said gently. “Alex is a man. Damn good looking one too.”

Aya felt dizzy. His hands gripped the bar with such force his knuckles turned white. “Yohji doesn’t date men.” At that, Rebecca threw back her head and laughed, the noise startling Aya from the fog his brain was in.

Giggling, the woman leaned forward confidentially. “Well if he doesn’t date them, he sure flirts and dances and goes to bed with them!” Aya looked at her, blatantly shocked. She sobered instantly. “Oh honey, you didn’t think he was straight, did you? I mean, with the way he dresses? And you should see him move out there.” She jerked her head toward the dance floor, then looked somber.

“Shit, I really hope I haven’t ruined your friendship with him or anything…you don’t have a problem with him being gay, do you? I mean, you really are gorgeous, but Yohji knows how to behave around straight men—“

“I’m not.”

TBC.........
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