Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Eheh. Please forgive the terrible length of time that has passed before I have been able to find the energy to update. As it gets closer to both Yule and Christmas for me (I celebrate both...) I find myself with a million things to do, not to mention caring for my sister, who has been struck down by the horrors of mono. Gomen! But I\'m giving you guys a double update today to make up for it! :) As the title for this chapter suggests....for the next couple pf chapters, the story really gets fired up. Ken and Omi *finally* do what they\'ve been trying to for the last few chapters, and Aya and Yohji? Well, you\'ll just have to read. heehee. Part of the reason for the double update is that this chapter really cuts off in a bad spot...and I refuse to be that evil.
Mou...another thing...I got all of one review since my last update...thank you reviewer!! I know you can\'t all review after every chapter...but I miss you guys!! And...I know its a long story, but I hate to think I\'m losing people. If you have any suggestions...review and tell me!! You\'d be surprised...they really do light up my day. Now my angsting is done...read on!!
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“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.

The older man had been gone for about a minute, and Aya had turned to watch the dancers, when it got very quiet, and a few soft, seductive piano chords sounded, followed shortly by thrumming strings and finally a hauntingly piercing violin. The other strings became insistent pulses beneath the single violin, twisting the entire song into a seductive tango. Aya found himself drawn by the raw emotional power of the music, and before he knew what he was doing, his feet were on the dance floor.

Yohji returned and swore when he saw that Aya wasn’t where he had left him, only his jacket draped over the chair. The music pulled his attention, but he worriedly skimmed the crowd at the bar before turning to the people on the floor. His breath caught as the music crescendoed into the chorus of the song.

Aya was dancing. His eyes were closed, so he didn’t see the people who had stopped to look in awe at him. His body was writhing slowly, his hips swinging in unconscious seduction as the violin moved his figure. His arms were up over his head and swaying gently, temptingly, his hands in loose fists. Yohji thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight. Most of the dancers had stopped, watching Aya as he moved with a grace born of stealth and agility when fighting. He certainly wasn’t fighting now; he had surrendered to the music and its crying violin. Unable to tear his eyes away to even move, Yohji watched helplessly as the song underwent a change. The strings beneath the violin quailed, then went silent as the lone instrument played the haunting melody, ending on a dark minor note, then ascended lightning fast until it held a trembling high note. As the strings underneath it re-entered in their pulsing rhythm, speeding up slightly as the violin broke its cry and faded in and out, Aya’s eyes opened, fixing on Yohji. His body moved enchantingly with the pulse of the strings, and Yohji felt his mouth begin to water. Lust was written all over Aya. His body movements, his face, but concentrated, as everything else, in his eyes.

But it wasn’t to last. The song crescendoed again, bringing with it short stabs of pain from the violin as the chorus sped up, along with Aya’s dancing. The slender body jerked with each broken note from the violin as amethyst eyes held emerald. The movements became sad, then came the worst change.

A heavy, persistent drumbeat started underneath the strings as the violin cried. Aya’s dancing began to take on a sharper edge with each sway and twist. The violin sobbed and died out, leaving only pounding piano and drums. The redhead’s dancing took on a brutal quality, as if an invisible someone was shaking or beating him. Occasionally his eyes caught Yohji’s, so only Yohji saw the fear and the pain that made him gasp. The violin re-entered again as the song sped to a furious pace, Aya’s body contracting and twisting sharply. It ascended piercingly again as Aya’s eyes focused on the blonde’s again, begging for a help that did not come. Then as the instrument held one final, piercing wail, the slender body stretched taut, a single tear rolled down an ivory cheek an instant before the drums and piano hit a final, striking chord and the song stopped.



Ken cried out as Omi ground against him again, leaning over him and lapping at smooth bronze skin. The younger assassin licked over a nipple, returning to suck on it, as he whimpered and pressed their groins together again within the heat of his hand.

“Ken-kun…I..can’t…”

“Omi…I’m gonna..”

They arched against each other , backs bowing, as first Omi, then Ken, cried out brokenly as waves of euphoria crashed through them both. The blonde collapsed onto Ken’s chest, shuddering, and Ken groaned as he rolled them both over onto their sides, clutching Omi to him.

“Jesus…” he whispered, feeling the fog begin to lift from his brain. “Omi, my god. Did you learn all of this from porn??” The other boy shook his head against Ken’s shoulder. Ken pulled back slightly to look at him. “You’ve had other lovers?” He couldn’t say he was surprised. The boy in his arms was a healthy seventeen year old after all. Still, a part of him had hoped to be Omi’s first.

Lifting his head to look into Ken’s eyes, Omi smiled. “Not…lovers…per se. I’ve fooled around with friends at school. We’ve given each other blowjobs, or done things like what we just did…but I’ve never fucked anyone. I know how, and I know what to do to not hurt myself…but you’ll be my first, Ken.” The golden-haired boy reached up to plant a soft kiss on the brunette’s lips. “ I want you to be my first, always have. But like I said, I wanted a taste of how it felt to be the powerful one, before submitting completely.”

All of Omi’s talk of power, submission, and what he had done with other boys had Ken’s loins stirring again. He rolled, moving over Omi, then kissed him fiercely.

“Omi, you are more powerful than you know. You drive me insane with things I haven’t felt for a long time. You’ve got power over me that no one else does.” He kissed down slender neck and across lean chest as Omi sighed raggedly and arched into the touch of his lips. He reached between them and gently stroked over the younger boy’s soft length. Omi’s body jerked and he yelped. Ken pulled back, and Omi smiled sheepishly up at him. Glaring in mock-Aya-like rebuke, Ken bent back over and went to work on peaked pink nipples.

Soon Omi was rocking against him again. The dark-eyed assassin was amazed at how short a time it took Omi to recover from release, and began to see opportunities that he knew Yohji would have been proud of him for thinking up. He moved his body down and took the slender hardness into his mouth again. Omi cried out his hands burying in the quilt above his head.

“Ken! Don’t..tease…condom…pants pocket.” The brunette looked up at his lover’s panting face and pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh before scampering to where Omi’s jeans had been thrown. Retrieving the package, he crawled back on the bed again.

“Omi, are you sure you want this?” The blue eyes opened wide, looking at him in frustrated shock.

“Ken…what the hell kind of time is this to ask stupid questions?” He grabbed the foil from Ken’s hand and ripped the package with his teeth. Reaching down, he stroked Ken’s hard flesh again before swiftly, with the expertise of someone who has done it a lot, rolling the rubber onto his lover. Then he looked into chocolate eyes again.

“Take me, Siberian. I want you inside me.”

Ken shuddered at the air of command Omi suddenly exuded. Leaning down to kiss his angelic lover again, he slid one hand down over the other assassin’s erection, continuing down to feather over his ass. Omi arched up into the touch as Ken’s fingers brushed over his entrance. Suddenly his eyes flew open.

“Ken, wait!!” But the brunette was already ahead of him. He had found the small tube of lube Omi had stashed in his pocket with the condom, but in the heat of things, had forgotten about. He smirked down at the younger boy as he popped the lid, and Omi’s face noticeably relaxed.

‘That was almost painf—‘ his thoughts were interrupted as he gasped, feeling one of Ken’s fingers slide into him. Used to that intrusion, for he had done it himself many times, he sighed and relaxed his body. Ken leaned down and kissed him thoroughly as he added another lubed finger. Omi had done this too, and his body quickly adjusted itself as his tongue encouraged Ken’s. The brunette pulled back and whispered softly to him.

“Tell me to stop if I hurt you.” Receiving a nod, he bent his head and began to nibble on Omi’s neck, causing the blonde to giggle as he slid his fingers in and out of his body. Then he cautiously added a third. Omi made a strained sound in the back of his throat, and his hands gripped Ken’s biceps.

He made himself breathe regularly, in and out. This was new. Ken was pumping three fingers into him now, and it still felt good, but there was a dull pain that he hadn’t felt with the other two. Then the fingers stretched apart inside him, and he gasped for air. Tears welled up in his eyes. The brunette looked at him in alarm.

“Don’t stop, Ken. Just kiss me.” The older assassin bent to comply, and was surprised when Omi’s mouth ravaged his. Ken kept the kiss scorching while he gently scissored his fingers inside Omi’s body. Trying to remember all he’d been taught his first time, the chocolate-eyed boy pushed deep, fingers probing. He lightly prodded a spongy spot that caused his lover to tense suddenly, fingers tightening on his arms. Omi broke the kiss and his eyes opened to look nervously up at Ken.

The edge had been taken off of the younger assassin’s lust by his previous two orgasms and the discomfort of Ken stretching him. But even just a brush of Ken’s fingers over what Omi knew to be his hottest spot had sent a terrifying jolt of burning pleasure through him. That flash had been more potent than any other time, and the blonde wasn’t sure he could handle a larger dose. Ken’s dark eyes glinted at him and Omi held his breath.

He rubbed his fingers over the place again, a firmer touch this time, and Omi’s eyes got very large, a choked noise bursting through his bitten lips as his hips arched into the touch. Smiling almost evilly, Ken bent down and kissed Omi softly as he gently, steadily, massaged the area under his fingertips. He felt his lover’s legs jerk as Omi pulled away from his mouth to cry a strangled curse. He was definitely pushing back against Ken’s fingers now, and he gave a little cry with every push Ken made against him.

“Ken-kun!! Ahh! Don’t stop! Onegai Ken, don’t stop!!” He was in a place above heaven. His mind was disconnecting from his writhing body, straining toward an armageddon of pleasure that was only just beginning. Closer…he was so close, he could feel it reaching out to embrace him, assuring him that all he had felt so far amounted to nothing. “Ken! More, onegai!! I’m gonna—NOO!” He cried brokenheartedly as Ken withdrew his fingers. Panting, he stared piteously up at his older lover, who leaned over and kissed his forehead.
TBC......

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