Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Happy New Year all my darlings!! Yay for 2005! Thank you all so much for all your wonderful comments on this past chapter. I can\'t believe I\'m almost up to 40! You all spoil me, and I adore you for it. :) Ok, so I marked it all out...and I have this chapter plus ONE more before I am out of currently written story. Don\'t panic. I\'m making a point of sitting down today and writing out at LEAST one more. Hopefully I can have a cushion of two or three more before I go back to school and things really get messy. But I promise I will not abandon you. This story and your enjoyment of it are too important to me. :) And, oh....starting with this chapter, things get intense for a couple....so I\'d suggest sitting down when reading this...heehee
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Ran sighed, folding limp fingers tight through his own. “But then he hit me, and now….now I hate him. I hate him for building up my hopes like that. I hate him for making me think maybe someone could see me, Ran, through the bastard that carries your name, nee-san. And I hate him for making me want to love him. I still want to love him…….” He trailed off, dropping his head to the side of the bed.



“KEN!” Omi gasped out. He was pinned to the wall again, chest against the smooth surface, legs spread to either side. His forehead rested against the wall as his lover continued to torture him. The brunette smiled wickedly before reaching his tongue out to again caress the fluttering muscle of his beloved’s entrance. A whining noise came from above him as Omi’s hips jerked back against the slight pressure. Rising from his knees, Ken picked up the lube and condom he had retrieved from his own pocket this time. He had thought it a wild idea earlier when he had stashed them there, but was happy now that his intuition had paid off.

Omi heard a rip, then a few seconds later, a pop. Ken’s soft lips started kissing the back of his neck and working a little way down his spine. Omi purred softly in his throat, melting against the wall. Suddenly he felt a finger press into him as Ken began to nibble the back of his earlobe. Moaning lightly, he pressed back against the finger, making pleased sounds as it pumped in and out of him. It became two fingers, then three. Now Omi was whimpering, whining like a puppy even, as his hips bucked back against the fingers sliding in and out of him. The fingers stretched, and then the blonde saw stars as his hips bucked harshly, a streak of rapture running along his spine.

“Ken…” he panted, before squealing as the fingers inside him pressed against the spot again. “Ken!” He insisted, arching his hips back invitingly. “Onegai, itoushii. Take me now, onegai..” Unable to deny his lover anything, Ken swiftly removed his fingers, causing a soft whimper from Omi, before pressing his warm body against that of the younger assassin. The golden-haired boy purred, grinding his hips back against the searing flesh he felt pressed to his ass. Ken growled, then positioned himself at Omi’s entrance, driving himself smoothly inside the trembling assassin’s body. Omi threw back his head, keening sofly as Ken stayed still to let them both adjust.

“Dear Christ, Omi….you’re still so tight…” The older boy saw sparks in front of his eyes as the velvety walls squeezed him mercilessly. He watched his lover until Omi’s hips twitched, and his forehead leaned against the wall. Slowly, he pulled back and pushed inside again. He heard Omi gasp, and the hips pushed back against him. Looking down, Ken indulged in the sight of Omi’s ass pushed against his groin. He stroked soft peach-gold skin as he withdrew and thrust again. Omi’s ass had to be one of his favorite parts of the youngest Weiss. It was soft and rounded, silky-smooth under ultra-fine golden hairs. Omi mewled and ground against him again.

“Faster, Ken…onegai..” Omi moaned in thankful response when Ken quit his ogling and began to fuck him in earnest. The older boy had a gift for striking his hot spot with every thrust into his body, keeping Omi’s body humming with pleasure at all times. “Ken!” He cried as the brunette thrust viciously into him again. It got very hot all of a sudden as Ken hit his most sensitive place once more, harder than before. Omi yelped, his fingernails digging into the paint on the wall, as he ground back against Ken.

“Harder, itoushii…Don’t stop…please don’t stop!!” How had Ken gotten him so close so fast? His body fairly sang as the chocolate-featured boy pumped into him again and again and again, one bronze hand slipping around Omi’s waist to grasp his abandoned erection. Omi let out a breathless cry as strong fingers began to stroke him in time with their owner’s thrusts. The double-sided stimulation was delicious torment. The blue eyed boy cried out as he found himself with no respite from the whirling storm of pleasure that was threatening to engulf him with each and every thrust and stroke.

“Don’t….stop…don’t….stop….” He whimpered each time Ken slammed into him. “Onegai…..onegai….” The hand on his shaft had sped up to a merciless pace, and Omi’s hips were alternately grinding back and thrusting forward as he struggled to wait for his lover.

“Ken! Onegai, Ken…hurry…I can’t…”

“Omi..” came a desperate deeper voice from behind him, “I need to..”

“Then DO IT!” Omi wailed. Ken paused, then his hips pounded against Omi’s, a feral howl ripping from his throat as he succumbed to the pleasure the younger boy’s body could give him. He slammed ferociously into his lover again, and pulled hard on the slender arousal, and then Omi’s body tensed around him. Shudders wracked the slender form as the younger assassin’s back arched severely, his hips thrusting into Ken’s hand as the storm finally came upon him, drenching him in ecstasy and trying to drown him in bliss. His muscles sagged then, and he fell backwards into Ken’s strong arms. Disengaging carefully, Ken scooped his beloved up, and finally stepped into his room.




Yohji’s eyes had grown steadily wider and wider throughout the redhead’s confession. Now he sat staring at the wall, lost in his thoughts. Aya, no, he was Ran now, not only wanted his love, but wanted to be taught how to love him back. The punch Yohji had thrown that day had hurt him, deeply, yet he still felt drawn to the blonde. Yohji shook his head. Aya was so different as Ran, with all the ice melted and his thoughts and feelings flowing free as water. Sighing, the lanky assassin heartily wished he’d been able to watch Aya during that one-sided conversation. Then the sounds of Aya saying goodbye caught his attention, and he hurried to be out of the building before Aya could see him or his car parked outside.

His mind was on Ran the entire way back to the Koneko, which to his surprise was still closed for lunch. Yohji knew he and Aya had been gone for at least two hours. Unlocking the door, he promptly found out the reason. Omi and Ken’s clothes littered the floor, and the room smelled faintly of sex. Along the wall, about halfway between the shop and Ken’s room, were short scores in the paint on the wall, eight in all. Smirking, Yohji pounded on Ken’s door.

“You two may wanna come get your clothes out of the shop before Aya gets back! He’s already gonna be pissed we’re not open!” A scrambling noise was heard from within, and then the door opened to reveal Ken with a sheet wrapped around his waist, Omi with a quilt. Yohji raised his eyebrows, looking at them smugly. Omi grinned, Ken flushed, surprisingly.

“Sorry Yohji…you two left, and well…” Omi snorted and snuggled up against Ken’s side.

“I refuse to apologize for that.” He smirked. “In fact I—“


The door opened suddenly, and a dark figure was silhouetted in the light coming from outside. Omi broke off and looked up guiltily as the door was closed loudly. Aya’s voice was tight with anger, his eyes roving over the two youngest team members in their state of undress.


“Why is the shop still closed.” It wasn’t even a question, really. It was a command to be answered. Ken shifted, placing Omi slightly more behind him, away from the darkness that had impinged on the cheery atmosphere with Aya’s arrival. He met the elder assassin’s cold eyes with his own flashing mahogany gaze. His blonde lover spoke up from behind him, voice soft and comforting.

“Gomen nasai, Aya-kun. It’s just that—” He was interrupted again as glinting amethysts swept over the clothes strewn on the floor, found the scores in the paint on the wall, and widened as thin nostrils flared, catching the scent that still lay in the air. His voice was as hard as his eyes when he finally spoke.

“You think because I am not here you three can ignore responsibility and common decency?” His eyes narrowed. “Omi, I am disappointed in you. Ken, you as well. This is the kind of thing I’d expect from Kudou.” The playboy’s eyes widened at the unexpected criticism. Aya’s gaze swept the room again, refusing to alight on the glittering emeralds so desperate to catch his own. Aya pinched the bridge of his nose. “Although, I suppose this is my fault to an extent. I should have figured that Balinese wouldn’t keep his lax and irresponsible ways limited to our real jobs. I should have known that he’d—“

“Now just a minute Aya!” Ken snapped at the ranting redhead. Aya\'s head jerked up, unpleasantly surprised at Ken\'s tone. “Its not Yohji’s fault at all! Its mine, I couldn’t keep my hands off Omi.” The blonde blushed, and Ken was proud of his successful fight against his own as he bit the words out matter-of-factly. “In fact, Yohji never could have been responsible because—“ Omi jabbed him in the arm. “OW!” The brunette turned a softening mocha gaze on his lover. “What?”

Aya raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. Something sickeningly akin to Yohji\'s usual smirk flitted across his anger-thin lips. “Name me one good reason why this couldn’t be Kudou’s fault.”

Yohji’s eyes flashed verdant fire as he realized Aya was trying to find any excuse to blame him for this insignificant wrongdoing. That wasn\'t like Aya. Purposely misplacing blame was too juvenile, too human...the answer came. Yohji was perversely pleased with the fact that he had gotten Aya so shaken up that the redhead couldn\'t bury Ran inside his walls of ice anymore. At least not around him. But there was no reason to involve the two lovers in this. It was their fight. It had been brewing for the past few days.

“Siberian!” Aya’s deep voice rang out the command. Ken looked at him, annoyed at the man for using mission names in their private life. “Finish what you were going to say.” Ken clenched his jaw and stared Aya down. The air turned thick as the two most violently unstable members of Weiss met each other’s eyes. Yohji watched, intrigued, as Aya grew slowly angrier and angrier. The redhead hid it well, but Yohji had studied the pale man obsessively, and recognized the signs. The tightening of fists and jaw, the vein along his temple that pulsed slowly, and the slight flush to the ivory skin were what he noticed before he decided to put an end to this childishness.

“I couldn’t have caused it, be—“ He was cut off by Aya, one of his long-fingered hands held up, palm out to Yohji’s face.

“Shut up.” He continued his stare-off with Ken. The blatant brush-off and antipathy towards himself from the crimson-haired swordsman ignited Yohji’s anger. He took a step forward, calm-faced and eyes closed, inwardly seething, and spoke, knowing the situation he was going to get himself into. He had to get Aya’s attention, and if the only way to end this was to ruin any chances he had with the man, so be it.

“I couldn’t have caused it, Ran, because I was not here.” The lanky blonde said softly, his own arms crossed. “I arrived back shortly before you.”

At the sound of his given name, Aya’s eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously. Drawing himself up to his full height, he turned slowly, eyes glinting like broken purple glass, and settled on Yohji.

“What did you just call me?” Yohji opened his eyes then, and Aya was slightly astonished to see the hurt that lingered there, just behind the swirling anger in the older man’s green orbs. Then Yohji smirked, and the emotion vanished.

“I called you by your name, Ran. I figured since you used it earlier, it must not be such a sore point for you anymore.” Yohji stood there, arms crossed as confusion danced across Aya’s expression for a moment, trying to remember when he had used his real name in Yohji’s company. He watched in fascination as realization dawned and Aya blinked, lips parted and jaw slack, eyes averted in a split second of bemused embarrassment. Yohji began to see the man he had heard speaking in that hospital room. Then Aya snarled and turned his eyes to Yohji’s again, wide and blazing with a bright, flaming hatred. He turned and made for the door to the shop, trying to leave the situation, and found Ken in front of the door, blocking it.

“Move.” The pale swordsman ground out between his teeth, but the copper skinned assassin stood his ground. Yohji’s eyes never left Aya and he barely noticed a blonde blur rush past.

“MOVE!” Aya snarled, but Ken simply met his eyes and shook his head.

“Iie, Aya. The time has come for this to end.”

Turning like a cornered animal, Aya tore past Yohji and made for the stairs and his room. He found the door similarly barred by a defiant Omi, who likewise resisted the assassin’s attempts to push him aside. Aya turned quickly, jerkily, a trapped, panicked cat searching for any escape route. Then he fled up the stairs and to the roof. Omi and Ken both relaxed as they heard the door fly open and slam shut, and both looked at Yohji. Nobody spoke as the blonde’s smirk eased into a grim line, and he took the stairs calmly, up to the door that Ran had fled through.

TBC.....
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~Tareacel