Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Hi!! Sorry this is late, but I was on a trip to my grandma\'s. Good food and much card-playing abounded, and I got 25 dollars! Yay! Thanks to those who reviewed while I was gone, as well as my loyal readers who have both reviewed before and haven\'t reviewed yet. **poke** Review! Erm..heh. I got more written while I was gone...and I\'m reaching the climactic point.....so keep reading!
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“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.” Aya blinked in surprise. That had just tumbled out. He had told her what nobody else on his own team even knew. A strange light gleamed in her eyes, and she folded her arms across her chest.

“Oh? Well now. So you aren’t straight… but you thought he was. Now that you know he’s not, what are you going to do?” Aya glared up at her, his composure returning.

“Nothing.” He hissed. Then Yohji was back, smiling in a way that didn’t reach his eyes.

“What did I miss?” His tone was wary, and he took in the subtle glares that his two companions were giving each other.
“Nothing,” Rebecca murmured, jutting out her jaw and raising her brows slightly at the redhead. Aya downed the rest of his tea and sat there like a block of ice, as Yohji finished his margarita. The blonde paid for the drinks, then with a nod to the auburnette, drug Aya unceremoniously from his perch. Violet eyes pierced through him.

“We’re going to dance, Aya.”



Omi’s eyes rolled back as Ken exquisitely tortured him. The older boy’s tongue fluttered and pushed against him with every movement of his dark-haired head. His lips fit tightly around the blonde assassin’s shaft, and as Ken began a teasing rhythm, Omi felt his thighs tremble. His hands left the pillows to grab the top edge of the headboard, gripping with white-knuckled force.

“Ken-kun!” He yelped as the brunette’s tongue flicked over the head of his erection before taking as much of it as he could into his mouth again. Omi felt his body straining towards its first non-self-inflicted orgasm, his hips undulating gently toward Ken. The bronze-skinned boy’s lips traveled up hot flesh, withdrawing completely from around the gasping blonde’s arousal. He trailed the tip of his tongue down the underside again, hearing a whimper from the boy above him. But when Omi expected Ken to start back up, he kept traveling down, trailing his tongue over each of Omi’s balls.

The younger assassin gasped in a huge amount of air, his entire body tensing, toes curling, before he let out a wail as Ken took one into his mouth. Smirking inwardly at his lover’s responsiveness, Ken caressed it briefly with his tongue, before releasing it and repeating the actions with the second. Then he brought his face back up level with Omi’s erection. More than anything at that moment, he wished he could deep-throat, but his gag reflex had never proven that flexible. He breathed out, the warm air washing over the quivering flesh in front of his lips, and Omi whimpered again. Ken wasn’t quite sure if he should dare to look up, but he did anyway. The sight that greeted him caused a growling moan to slip free from his own lips.

Omi’s body was stretched completely taut and the blonde was trembling. Large, sea-blue eyes looked down at him pleadingly from a face flushed prettily with arousal. Omi’s jaw was slack, and he was panting. As Ken watched, the younger boy’s pink tongue darted out and licked his lips. Deciding that mercy was best for all parties involved, Ken groaned and took Omi into his mouth again. He sucked gently, bobbing his head faster and faster until he saw Omi’s knees jerk up, and felt his back arch. A cry rang in his ears as his lover came.

Omi was shuddering with post-orgasmic tremors, his hands still gripping the headboard above him. “K-Ken…” He panted, and felt the older boy reach up and disentangle his fingers from the bed. Warm arms pulled him down against a warmer chest, and Omi nuzzled the bronze skin absently. Ken laid them both back on his bed, waiting for Omi’s body to relax, and his head to clear.

Ken looked at the smaller blonde in his arms, then hugged him tighter until he heard a protesting squeak. He buried his face in golden hair that smelled of sunflowers, and Omi himself. He felt arms slip around his waist and pulled back to see the other boy smiling brilliantly up at him.

“Ken-kun…that was incredible.” The dark featured boy blushed modestly. “That was better than anything I’ve ever seen.” Ken looked at him blankly for a second, not getting the joke. Then his eyes widened and he rolled over, Omi beneath him as he straddled the naked blonde’s stomach.

“Yohji was right about you and that laptop! He was right all along!” Omi giggled and placed a finger on Ken’s lips.

“Yes, but if you ever tell him so I’ll never let you do that to me ever again.” Omi looked at Ken’s legs on either side of him. Then he pouted childishly. “You’re still wearing your jeans.” Ken smirked.

“Yeah, what of it?” He jerked and gasped as Omi stroked over the bulge in his pants with slender fingers. His hips twitched toward the other boy’s touch. Omi sighed innocently, his eyes never leaving the area his fingers were caressing.

“Oh, nothing much. I was just thinking…if you took them off, I could take care of this for you, that’s all.” Ken blinked, then immediately jumped off a giggling Omi and proceeded to unceremoniously strip off jeans and boxers, all in one go. Omi stopped laughing as Ken stood before him. Managing to control his impulse to drool yet again, he hopped off the bed as well and circled his older lover.

Soccer had worked its magic with Ken’s lower body as well. His thighs were powerful, muscular, and not slender like Omi’s own. Calf muscles jutted beneath bronze skin, and as Omi slid his gaze up, his breath caught. Oh his ass. His ass was perfectly delicious. Two dimples perched at the top of each cheek, and the blonde was sure he could bounce a quarter off the muscles, even naked. His hand strayed to touch, but he caught himself and continued to circle. He could feel himself already hard again, and as he came into Ken’s view, he noticed his dark-eyed lover’s eyebrows rise in surprise. His eyes widened when they alighted on what he had only felt until now. Ken’s raging erection was both longer and thicker than his own, and he swallowed looking at it. He’d have to be very careful with that inside of him. The tip was an angry reddish-purple, and he noticed Ken eyeing him hungrily. He smirked, and then schooled his face into an Aya-cool expression.

“You’ll do.” He couldn’t hold it anymore and grinned, stepping closer. As he wrapped his arms around the older boy he felt throbbing heat press against his skin and gasped, even as Ken swooped down to kiss him. Strong fingers closed around his ass and Omi found himself pulled up on the balls of his feet and held tight against his panting lover. Their erections ground together in this motion, and both boys broke the kiss to gasp out twin moans.

Ken pulled Omi against him again, and then once more, their foreheads resting together and the younger boy holding onto him tightly, before Omi pulled them insistently toward the bed, on which they fell together when his thighs hit. Rolling skillfully, the blonde ended up on top. Grinning and panting, he straddled Ken’s hips, their arousals brushing tantalizingly together again. Omi leaned over, braced on Ken’s chest, one hand curling around them both as he pushed against the hard flesh. Ken’s hands grabbed his shoulders as Omi pushed again, stroking them both with his gentle hand.

“Omi,” Ken said, and made to switch their positions, but Omi pressed harder against him, panting.

“Just this once, Ken-kun, before I surrender completely, let me just have this.” Their hips ground together again, and Ken’s eyes rolled back, closing, as he nodded.



“Dance?” Aya hissed as Yohji dragged him toward the dance floor. The blonde nodded, grinning down at him in that weird way that still didn’t reach his eyes. They stopped in an unoccupied corner of the polished floor, blue light shining over them, causing Aya’s hair to flame. The redhead had noticed quite a few appreciative glances cast at him, or Yohji, or both, during their migration, but of course refused to comment on them. Another rather upbeat techno song was thumping, and Yohji began to bounce and twist sinuously to the music. His arms came up and brushed his long bangs from his face, before migrating and resting loosely on the back of his head. Aya simply stood there, glaring at everyone else on the dance floor.

Yohji had his eyes shut, moving with the grounding beat of the song, and when it ended, he opened his eyes to see Aya just standing stiffly. He frowned.

“Aya, did you even try?” Violet pierced his attempt at a good mood, and he sighed. “Look, if you want to, go get another tea and sit somewhere. I just want to dance a little longer, and then we’ll—“

“It wasn’t my type of music.” Came the low interruption. Yohji moved his gaze from the floor up to Aya’s face. He smirked, looking a little like his normal self.

“For some reason, I can’t see you dancing to any music.” A bouncy J-pop song came on, and many of the older couples left the floor, along with the two assassins. They sat at one of the high tables, and before long Rebecca brought them more drinks; another tea for Aya and something violently green for Yohji. Aya glared at the drink and Yohji smiled, moving the twin straws towards the redhead’s side of the glass.

“Midori sour. Tastes like sour apple candy. Want to try some? No pressure.” The pale man looked hesitant, then looking at Yohji, leaned down quickly and sucked up a sip of the alcohol. As Yohji was trying to get over the multiple emotions caused by firstly, Aya imbibing alcohol, and secondly, Aya’s full lips closed around anything circular and sucking, he almost missed the look of pleasant surprise that crossed his companion’s face.

“Do you want one?” Aya looked contemplative.

“If we’ve both had alcohol, who will drive?” Trust Aya to think that up. Yohji smirked.

“We’ll call a cab. Nothing suspicious about two guys going back home from a club. I’m not planning on getting that drunk anyway.” Aya paused, looking thoughtful, then looked at the older man and nodded. Yohji grinned happily and motioned to Rebecca for another Midori.

Half an hour later, Aya had drunk the rest of his tea, the Midori sour Rebecca had brought for him, and a few sips of the rum and coke Yohji was currently working on. The blonde didn’t pressure him to do more. Aya almost hated to admit it to himself, but he was having a good time. He was warm, and the music buzzed pleasantly in his ears. Yohji wasn’t being an idiot, and he was even making the crimson-haired man feel guilty when he kept sneaking wistful glances at the dance floor.

“You can go dance, Yohji, if you want to.” As of yet, none of “Aya’s kind of music” had been played. Yohji was starting to despair of ever getting to see the slender man move. But the last was said gently, not an attack, or even a grudging allowance. It was almost as if Aya felt bad. Yohji stretched.

“I think I might, but first I need to go take a piss. Be right back.” He left for the restroom, secure in the fact that he knew nothing would go wrong in his absence.
TBC.......
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