Falling In Love With You

A/N: Hey! Here’s my second chap! Sorry it was one day late *hangs head with shame* but New Years Eve Party’in got the best of me ^_^. Enjoy! And know I am also uploading on Fanfiction.net if any of you are big readers over there. However, this sight will have my stories true untouched self, being ff.net has restricted nc-17 and hard R (losers) Anyway! I hope you enjoy, and please remember to vote and review for me!
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Recap from Chapter 1: “This was supposed to be one of those damn open and shut bullshit cases.” Ken groaned as he ripped their rental car door open and let the guy slump into the back.

“I’ll drive.” He informed getting a look at Aya’s bloodied and nicked up form. Aya simply nodded taking the passenger side as Omi crawled into the back with a heavy wince and lay down using part of Ken as a pillow.

“I need this out.” Omi whined as he started the car. “Please it’s starting to hurt pretty bad.”

“The hotel is seven minutes away, we’re not sitting in the car and incriminating it any further than our drive requires.” Aya snapped harshly and he hit the gas.

“Omi we’ll fix it in seven minute just try and relax.” Ken hushed gently stroking the boy’s shoulder with his good arm.

“You guys maybe we better pull over and fix this.” Ken called up to the front seat with a worried expression. “He’s sweating pretty hard.’ Ken added making Aya tense for a moment. They all knew Omi had a high thresh hold to pain.

“Please ONE MINUTE!” Omi yelled at them sounding mad. “Just ONE!”

“IN four we’ll be clear.” He muttered keeping the gas petal as close to the car floor as possible.

Omi’s tones stung.
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Chapter 2
Masculinity Equals Phrase-Grin and Bear It
By EdenEight

As soon as they reached the hotel they slowed the car and parked at a calm and inconspicuous speed. He grabbed their room key from the glove compartment, Aya grabbed their two duffle bags from the back and he took Omi whom collapsed the second he stepped from the car.

“Hurry please, hurry.” Omi whispered begging him to move faster as he started for the room with the boy withering in his arms. “It hurts Yohji-kun, really bad.” The boy whispered arching downward in his arms and making it extremely difficult to walk and hold him at the same time.

“I am going chibi.” He answered walking directly up the hotels outdoor stairs to their second story room. A one bedroom, two queen nothing. Kritiker was cheap with hotel rooms, cheap and predictable. They always reserved the same hum-drum upstairs room sparing no expense on only the bathroom and small fridge. “Are you alright with us taking a look at you inside?” he asked casually, jamming the hotel key into it’s little slot before elbowing in the door.

“I don’t have a choice.” Omi strained. “I need you to fix me, I can’t wait for help.” Omi mused aloud sounding stressed and devastated with his options being too engrossed in the pain to fight them. “Ahhh I don’t care what you look at, just fix it. Fix it pleeeease.” Omi cried in his arms, his face already damp with silent tears, as each breath was eased out with considerable effort through clenched teeth.

He left the door ajar once he was in and deposited Omi on the first bed, watching the boy quickly roll over and spread his legs without the slightest bit of hesitance. “Hurry please. Yohji-kun it really hurts.” The boy cried burying his face into the sheets as he licked his lips. Still, Omi whom putting aside was a conniving wise ass when he wanted to be, was as far as he knew modest. He never caught a fast glimpse of skin from bathroom to bedroom, nor was there a shirt untucked or shorts too high. The boy was polite to thee full extent of the word without becoming excessive or paranoid. While a bit brass and crude with some details to rattle Aya, and secretive and honest with Ken, with him the boy was shy. Aya was who he fought with, Ken was who was allowed to bandage and protect his secrets, and he, well he was Yohji. He watched TV with the brat, argued over whom would do dishes, on occasion sabotaged his laundry when Omi pranked him, but no, there was no revealing of skin. No. No intimate movements of breathtaking, or startling confessions that were recognized as awkward and involved the baring of some normally clothed select part. No. This was not his area. This was not his *norm* with Omi. So why, why was this normally shy person boy literally begging for him to drag his pants down? Just hearing the words from the boy’s mouth scared him.

“Tell me if I hurt you, alright?” He asked gently trying to sound as collected while tugging the thin dress up the Omi’s form when he just felt skiddish. The dress, the dress was an issue. “Omi can you roll you hips a bit?” he asked fighting with the skirt of it, but Omi shook his head. “Omi. Well… try and raise them some.”

“NO!” Omi screamed at him fisting the blankets as though to keep further outbursts controlled.

“Well don’t yell at me damnt!” He snapped yanking at the dress so he knew it hurt. “I can’t get this stupid dress off you!”

“Well you PUT It on ME!” Omi cried back to him, and he growled before leaning down and tearing it with his teeth.

“Ahh!” Omi cried, startling from him when his hot breath and sharp teeth rolled over the boys skin eating at the fabric. “You Maniac! PLEASE!” Omi begged swatting him away despite his cuffs even as he sat up and tore the dress right up the seam before yanking it up over the boy’s hipbones.

“Christ it’s even starting to rain!” Ken shot kicking the door in and stumbling in damp and holding his bleeding arm. He jumped back from Omi with Ken’s entrance, as though he were doing something wrong and he wasn’t going to lie. The entire situation had him feeling down right awkward! He just tore the dress off the boy with his teeth! And that wasn’t even the greatest anomaly to this situation!

“Shut the door!” Omi yelled raising his head just enough to get his words out without revealing anything.

“Christ, is he ok?” Ken shot instantly concerned and limping towards them still clutching his bleeding arm.

“You need to take care of that.” He scolded when Ken looked like he might kneel there to support Omi.

“Ken-kun please go fix your arm.” Omi whined “I want to-to be alone.” Omi mustered as he fumbled with the button to the boy’s small shorts before they began their decent with the ants-in-your-pants boxers. Ken just gave an understanding nod, ran a bloody hand through Omi’s hair for comfort and shuffled to the bathroom.

In one quick tug he took Omi’s pants down and took a deep breath at the boy’s soft skin and small mounds of flesh he’d never been so close to. “Goooo. Hurry uuuup. You‘ve got one too!” Omi sobbed into the bed as he gently, and with shaky hands spread the boy’s cheeks exposing the problem and extinguishing Omi’s sarcasm. He gasp at the reddened skin which was like a giant blemish, a wine stain on a dinner napkin. Blossoming an oven red the sensitive entre was now pimpling and spreading a blotching rash about Omi’s softest parts.

“They-they smeared something on you?” He stammered holding the boy spread with trembling hands more like he were holding a tiger’s jaw preparing to insert his head. He didn’t know what to do, and he didn’t, absolutely didn’t want to touch any of it.

“No! They put something inside me! Yohji! Please get it out! It’s burning like it’s eating my skin off!” Omi cried, half yelling at him, half sobbing as he nodded and gently reclosed the boy’s dignity while drawing a sheet over him. “Where are yoU GOInG!” Omi cried, with wide desperate eyes watching him stalk to the bathroom.

“Supplies.” He deadpanned, knocking once before stepping in and letting his shoulders drop, and his posture fall for the exhale of his life.

“Is he alright?” Ken whispered looking exceedingly worried inside the steamed bathroom after his big bad wolf impersonation.

“Could you not take a bath now?” He snapped regarding the running water and steamy atmosphere as he drug over the one duffle bag retrieved from the car and began rummaging for their first aid pack.

“Why?”

“Where’s Aya?” He asked, tucking it up under his arm before grabbing a small cloth and wetting it.

“Out scouting the area. He didn’t seem to think he was hurt bad enough to warrant a rest.” Ken snort continuing to bandage his arm before looking up at him and pausing. “How bad is he?”

“It looks like his skin has set itself on fire!” He hissed. “I have no idea what I am doing, and I am not entirely sure I am comfortable with any of it.” He rant before big bad wolf-ing again. “He wasn’t kidding when he said he was in a lot of pain.” He muttered regretfully while ringing away the cloths excess water avoiding eye contact. “We should have stopped the car.”

“We all decided not to Yohji.” Ken said, right away lifting his self-guilt from his shoulders and heaving it from them like the Hercules the man always tried, and maybe, always wanted to be. “Anyway, he seems to want you to handle this so, I need to know. Should I call the doc?” Ken asked concerned, but willing to put it out there and mention the phone. Their lifeline, they weren’t supposed to call for help unless it was bad. Unless it was really bad, and so far it’d only been that bad once.

“Maybe.” he muttered ringing the cloth about in his hand.

“Yohji. Do I need to?” Ken whispered, locking their eyes and he nod after a moment. Yes. Yes call the doc. I need help. His mind was begging, but his mouth remained closed.

Omi was still on the bed, half covered with the white hotel sheet crying with pain when he immerged and dropped his provisions onto the mattress startling the boy. “W-what are you going to-to do?” Omi asked a bit fearfully.

“Get it out. How deep is it in you?” He asked wiggling his fingers into some rubber gloves.

“I-I am...I am not sure.” Omi answered, growing more nervous and tense by the second as he picked up a cotton ball and dabbed it with a clear disinfectant before placing his hand on the sheet. “Yohji-kun.” Omi whispered the second he began to lift it, and he stopped.

“I am not going to hurt you intentionally.” He reassured. “What I need you to do is stay still. You already said it. I have one too, so just don‘t think about it.” He smiled reaching up and brushing some of the boy’s sweat soaked bangs form his forehead. Omi was scared and staring at him with wide eyes, grit teeth and tense muscles. “You did a good job tonight Omi, and I was impressed when you took those guards down while cuffed. We’re going to get them off you soon alright?” He whispered, watching the boy nod and hiccup into the sheets. “Now take a deep breath, and don’t watch that’ll just make it harder.” He said. “I am going to do this gently, and discretely alright but I have no experience so don‘t start up if anything-if anything goes wrong.”

“What’s going to Go Wrong!” Omi shot into the blankets, fear dripping all over his precaution.

“I am just saying!” He snapped situating himself as best he could. “Ok, has the doc checked your prostate yet chibi?” He asked sighing slightly when Omi shook his head. “Alright, then this will feel a bit weird but just keep your muscles relaxed and it’ll be better.” He explained drawing the sheet off the boy’s skin while propping a pillow under his hips. “Relax.” He reassured feeling Omi‘s wire-hard frame. “Do you want to tell me when?” He asked trying to offer over some of the control.

“No. You tell me when.” Omi whispered back, firmly planting his face into the blankets as he nodded and gently spread the boy’s soft cheeks again. He took a look at the inflamed little entry and winced, unable to imagine just how bad that would hurt. Very gently he brought the cotton ball inward and dabbed softly arguing with his trembling hand.

Omi instantly gasped with the roughened touch of the cool cloth and stiffened further. The boy was like a board over the pillow and he scold himself for allowing his hands to tremble now when they had held so firmly while he killed.

“Easy.” He reassured lubing his right pointer finger with what he thought would sting the least before taking a deep breath. “I am going to start alright.” He informed and Omi nod as he gently brought his finger to the small hole, touched it once and pushed inside.

“Ah!” Omi cried out the second he touched the reddened skin before spazing a bit under him. “What-What are you doing!?” Omi cried out involuntarily clenching before crying out with the sudden burn of pain.

“Omi. Don’t clench.” He ordered firmly. “I have to find it to pull it out, so relax your muscles.” He ordered trying to move his finger as gently as he could without looking at the boy whom was squirming in pain and severe mortification.

Aya took this moment to finish his rounds and slip into the room soaking wet and katana drawn before stopping dead at the sight of them. He took a side-glance at the red head whom was temporarily stunned having walked in on them like this, before grunting at the irony of it and muttering a sarcastic “Hi Aya.”

His mutter made Omi look up and the boy clenched the instant he saw the red head before making a shaky frantic move to grasp the sheet and pull it over himself, before failing miserably with the cuffs.

“C-Cover me uuup.” Omi cried to him, trying to seep into the bed and disappear as he ripped a sheet over what he was doing and turned to the red head.

“His skin’s inflamed to the point where he’ll have problems. Ken’s already called the doctor.” He informed as Aya stepped into the room and stopped along side of him.

“Can you get it out?”

“I don’t know.” He muttered, with a shake of the head.

“Do you want me to help bend him?” Aya asked motioning to Omi’s body, which was draped across the flat hotel pillow with wire hard precision. The boy wasn’t exactly in the best position for inviting foreign digits into his bowels, but then again he was in thee most conservative one.

“Aya will you Go AWaY!” Omi suddenly sobbed, turning to the red head and throwing daggers with his eyes. “Please! Get lost!” Omi yelled and Aya frowned for a moment considering before nodding and heading to the bathroom.

“Ken’s in there!” He called over but Aya simply kept walking.

“I have wounds I need to attend to.” Aya deadpanned knocking once and very briefly before simply entering the room.

“Go! PLEase Get it out! Hurry Yoooohji. I don’t want the Doctor to do this!” Omi snapped arching up to him a bit to encourage some quick progress.

“Shhh, I know, just ease down a bit Omi.” He soothed quickly ripping the sheet away and closing his eyes with his task. For as creative as he was, and as sexually skilled he would like to consider himself, having to locate a missing item in someone else’s rectum was an idea which had never even dawned on him let alone happened. He felt his finger searching blindly trying his hardest not to continue to rub the raw and abused skin. Each blinding moved he made caused a muffled cry, and some type of jolt from Omi’s body. There wasn’t a budge he could get past the boy without causing him some type of pain which further stung him with a disappointment he wasn’t doing a better job. “AHH! This HURts! DAMNT! Yohji-KUN!” Omi suddenly yelled through the pillow. “HURRY! PLEASE!”

“I can’t do this with one finger Omi!” he argued. “I am trying the best I can!” He shot back a bit louder than he intended but Omi didn’t seem to care he was practically yelling. “ALright, alright.” He pant closing his eyes again and shaking his head for a moment. Think Yohji Think! His brain was yelling. “Ok, we’re going to-we’re going to ah-change positions. Ok, we’re going to…” He trailed dragging a fat pillow over and gently retracting his imbedded finger while trying to stomach Omi’s higher pitched whine which sounded into the bed. “Sorry.” he grumbled yanking Omi’s hips up quickly and startling the boy as he jammed a third pillow under him. “Come on, move Omi.” He scolded tugging at the boy’s legs when Omi froze up with the movement and locked his limbs in place. “Come on, it’s just me.” He reassured feeling them loosing a bit before he pulled them apart.

“Stop! WHat-What are you dOing?” Omi asked fearfully as he started getting up.

“I am going to sit here.” He explained positioning himself between the boy’s legs and upraised hips. “And I am going to use two fingers.”

“But!-

“It is going to hurt.” He warned. “But I can’t get it out with one Omi, I couldn’t even feel it.” He spit bitter and annoyed this was so hard and had to be so painful. “Sorry.” He muttered again realizing his anger was channeling into his actions and he had roughly pulled Omi’s hips higher before placing a firm hand on the low of his back. “It’s alright.” He reassured stopping all of his movement when he felt the thin body under his palm trembling. “Alright.” He sighed pulling the blanket back over the boy’s exposed backside and sliding off the bed before dropping to a kneel along side of Omi’s face. “Shh I am sorry ok? I didn’t mean to pull so roughly, I am getting frustrated. I am sorry.” he soothed whispering his words out as he ran a hand into Omi’s sweat drenched hair.

“Don’t-don’t try to c-comfort me n-now.” Omi stammered his jaw still locked with endurance. “Your wasting time. Stop it.”

“It’s ok.” he reassured again, brushing Omi’s bangs from his forehead as calmly as he had before the guarded words. “I know I scared you.” He whispered.

“Your wasting time here!” Omi snapped trying to shake his hand away.

“I didn’t mean to pull so hard and-so fast.” He confessed. “I am sorry.”

“I-It’s okay.” Omi muffled after a moment, keeping his face hidden in the blankets, now that he would acknowledge the conversation, but the stutter told him he had startled the boy. He simply nod and continued his soft stroking while the seconds ticked by waiting for more. “I just…I…” Omi trailed before moving so a blue eye peeked up at him and the boy sniffled drawing in air. “I can’t see anything and I-I am so embarrassed.” Omi admit his entire face beat red from stress, pain, heat and humiliation.

“I won’t tell anyone.” He said growing a soft smile.

“T-Thanks.”

“I can try and move you Omi but, any other position makes your plumbing that much easier to see and I think you’d want to keep at least one side covered right?” HE teased watching the boy nod. “Thought so.” He muttered standing up. “Count of three?” He asked moving back to kneel between the boy’s legs while squeezing the lubricant out onto his fingers pulling the blanket aside. “One.” He began when he saw Omi nod. “Two.” He gently tossed the lube aside and positioned his fingers. “Th-”

“Yohji?!” Ken called stepping from the bathroom with the phone. “The damn recep-” Ken stopped dead before turning his head to the side. “I mean the-the phone is for-well our doctor is-” he threw the blanket over Omi’s re-startled form and snapped the extended phone from Ken with his ungloved hand.

“Hello!” He squint when he heard their hospital receptionist trying to explain they were having problems contacting their physician. He heard enough, and shoved the phone back to Ken. “Get her to make him come.” He ordered starting back for the bed.

“Yohji! Don’t you even want to talk to her!” Ken asked following him for a few steps before freezing with the phone still offered.

“NO! You do it! Just get the doc here Ken, come on!” He shot extending a hand to Omi; he didn’t need to explain things.

“Yohji, you don’t understand. Aya already tried.” Ken stated frowning at him, and he fell silent for a moment. Aya had tried, just the very fact Aya had been on the phone told them their odds of success with this woman just dropped from 1in 10 to 1 in 100. Aya was the one they gave the phone to last. The master of persuasion. The scary devil. Aya always made the hard phone calls.

“Well then!” He snapped after his pause trying desperately to think of something. “Well then!…Call Manx!” He shot starting back to the bed with his conclusion.

“Manx!?” Ken echoed confused. “WE can’t reach Manx on this phone Yohji!” Ken snapped.

“Well than use the satellite phone!” He yelled.

“The Satellite phone!?” Ken echoed again, dropping the phone to his side with an annoyed tone. “How the hell do you expect me to get range with that!?”

“Ken!” He snapped.

“I know! I know! I want to help him too, but damnt you actually have to give me a good idea for us to have a plan Yohji!” Ken argued hanging up on their babbling secretary and casting the phone aside.

“Ok. Get the phone. Take it outside, hike up the highest hill you see, call Manx and Say, hey, the mission went to hell, we’ve got three watercolors! Bombay’s got something stuck up his ass we can’t get out! And if she doesn’t get the doc up here now! We’re going to be one mobile team member short!” He yelled abandoning Ken and grabbing the disinfectant to clean his gloved hand because during his fit he had touched the side of his pant leg. Ken on the other hand stood there gawking at him.

[Watercolor(s): Code for a blood injury. Most often used to describe a bleeding teammate, or as a plural a moderate to severely injured group usually considered down when referring to mission status.]

Ken was silent and after a short pause gave a curt nod and stalked past him to the bag with the satellite phone. Ken ripped the thing out with hate, grabbed a water bottle and left with a slam of the door. “Damnt.” He swore under his breath trying to exhale his frustration away, he didn’t mean to come up with such a crappy plan, and he didn’t mean to dump the hard part on Ken. Also, he didn’t mean to embarrass Omi further by screaming his predicament across the room. “AYA!” He yelled to the bathroom door as he tossed the disinfectant back into the sheets and grabbed a cloth to dry his glove with. “AYA! Damnt.” He grumbled yelling over Omi’s muffled but continuous sniveling. “AY-” He stopped as Aya suddenly immerged from the bathroom without his shirt pulling a bandage about his with his teeth. His expression alone told him how annoyed he was for being interrupted and expecting a good explanation. “Come help me.” He ordered wiggling his fingers into the lubricant he quickly reapplied.

“What!? No!! It-It’s Ok Aya-KUN!” Omi snapped pulling his head from the pillow. “Yohji-What Are You DOINg!?” Omi hissed before turning to Aya. “You-You Don’t NEEd to Help Aya-KUN!”

“Come over here and at least take his damn hand.” He continued ignoring Omi and Aya started towards them gently cleaning his hands off with a bloodied rag.

“NOo! It’s-It’s ok!” Omi argued before turning back to him. “YOohji-Kunnn please, I-I don’t want anymoooore people to beee iiin ooon thiis. Juust-Juust-”

“Come on now, Aya’s just like another me.” He teased as Aya eased onto the bed and scoot over by Omi’s top half. “Take his hand.” He said nodding a bit toward Omi’s trembling form embarrassed beyond belief yet another team member would witness his most awkward and humiliating moment.

“Easy Omi. Relax.” Aya reassured his voice monotone but softer than usual as he gently took Omi’s hand in his own and pulled the pillow the boy’s face was buried in over his leg while patting his back. He smiled a bit to himself seeing how quickly Aya could comfort Omi whom he’d taken a bit of a parental responsibility towards. They‘d butt heads at every opportunity but force them together and you always got sap. “What is it your doing Yohji?” Aya asked watching him while continuing to stroke from Omi‘s head to the low of his back like you would a cat

“I couldn’t find it with one finger. I have to use two, and I sent Ken outside with the satellite phone to call Manx and get the doc up here.”

“Don’t you think two is a bit much.” Aya commented, ignoring all else he’d said.

“If you have any better suggestions I’d love to hear em.” He grumbled gently drawing the sheet away and giving Omi a moment to catch his breath and clutch Aya’s hand with white knuckles now that he was re-exposed, awkwardly positioned and ready for pain. When Aya didn’t give him any he gently reinserted his first finger, before beginning with the second. The first which entered easily being it was lubricated and friends with Omi just a minute ago caused some whining and a small shift in the boy’s posture as Omi formed to the discomfort before his second finger began intruding and Omi’s quick stiffen turned to a jolt away from him. “Easy!” He snapped grabbing Omi’s hip but the boy arched up and pushed forward trying to get away. “I know it hurts! I know!” he said over Omi’s loud crying and shouts to wait a minute. “Yes.” He muttered when his fingers brushed something distinctly foreign. However that small brush sent Omi spazing. “HOld hIM!” He yelled quickly pushing his fingers in to the brim and grabbing the thin almost wiry object.

“Yohji!” Aya barked at him when Omi pushed forward and wrapped his arms about Aya’s torso causing the red head to puff up and stiffen like an offended animal. Omi on the other hand, was completely oblivious to not only his actions but his begs for his fingers to pull back, and for the pain to ease if not entirely than only for a moment.

“I got it!” He yelled triumphantly and with a smile as he pulled the thin root from the Omi’s enflamed skin and began to gently dab the boy’s reddened cleff.

“Hey! Hey! OK!” Ken announced barging in and scaring the shit out of all of them. “Manx is doing it, the doc should be here soon! I was waiting for him outside but I figured I should tell you.” Ken informed looking pleased he had been the one to persuade the man to come before giving them a once over. “Oh shit Omi, that looks bad.” Ken mumbled as he gently began tugging the pillows out from under Omi’s hips so the boy could lay flat and rest. Aya started helping once the pillows were removed and pulled the blankets down from the bed so they could slip Omi under them. The boy was panting was puffy eyes adorned by damp strains of hair for the entire ordeal was very stressful and caused lots of sweat and blushing.

“You think you want to shower Omi?” He asked, hesitant to let the boy stay the way he was, but Omi groggily shook no. “It’s feeling better now…isn’t it?” He asked, trying not to sound hopeful but that’s all he was.

“Yes.” Omi breathed nodding gently before pulling his hand from Aya’s and taking his instead. “The pains still…still there but…it’s not getting worse, I think it’s fading slowly.” Omi muttered looking relieved and exhausted. “I have spare clothes in my bag.” Omi whispered jutting his chin to his bag, which had been carted in and dumped.

“But your all sweaty, wait and shower before you change.” Ken chimed in from where he stood at the window aside their door watching for a car. “Do you think you can shower?”

“I want to but...” Omi breathed slowly regaining his breath and composure becoming more coherent.

“Well there you go, when there’s a will there’s a way. Trust me chibi.” He grunt standing up with Omi’s arms and helping the boy ease to his feet without putting pressure on Omi’s cuffed hands. It was a lengthy process that left Omi standing gingerly aside the bed with grit teeth frowning at the metal rings locked about his wrists with distaste. He hadn’t even had time to reassure the boy they’d remove those when Aya’s hands slid over the cold metal and began picking the lock. “Your extra clothes are in here?” He asked taking a step back and picking up Omi’s duffle bag. Omi simply nodded, and he noted Ken’s pleased smile that yes, bringing in the duffle bags was a good idea.

It was with a resounding click that Aya’s hands and the cuffs dropped away, leaving Omi rubbing his wrists before taking a step forward. “ah-AH!” Omi stopped dead, crouching downward like he might drop to his knees before slowly straightening. Making eye contact with all of their suddenly stricken forms before breathing a heavy “I am ok…but I don’t think I can walk…well.” Omi added when both his and Aya’s hands extended to the boy. “I um..” Omi trailed hesitantly taking his with the excuse he was closer while noting how Aya’s quickly dropped away. “Thank you Aya-kun.” Omi whispered before relaxing into him as he wrapped his arm over the boy’s shoulder and about his middle taking most of his weight as they moved to the bathroom.

Omi’s breathing was still tight and raw, with a soft tremble to all his limbs adding a delicacy to the way he now placed each step towards the outside of his toes, with his legs bent as though he’d spent everyday on a horse. “Is it uncomfortable?” He asked quietly elbowing in the bathroom door and Aya took that opportunity to slink up front by Ken to watch for a car.

“If you could…not bring up what happened-what just happened…” Omi began placing his weight into the countertop with his palms and abandoning him. “That would be for the best, I mean, well, for me, it’s hard…” the boy trailed face as red as a stovetop and crinkled with lines of stress.

“Well you know, while I can think of countless times something like this would pop up in conversation, I think I might be able to bite my tongue.” he teased. “That is if you’ll promise to keep your mouth shut about Randy.” He stated, firming his voice to prove his point.

“Ooohhhh so you two *were* doing something.” Omi laughed dropping his shirt to the floor before starting on his pants.

“Yeah you wish.” he grunt before coughing when Omi elbowed him in the ribs.

“Don’t even go there.” Omi grumbled turning to him so he cast his eyes to the side while the boy dropped his pants. “I know you just saw but…” Omi trailed reaching back and taking his hands for support as he climbed into the shower like a newborn deer. Lower limbs trembling, eyes focused and ready, while the rest of him clung like a child to a parent.

“Watch your footing.” he spit, noting the rather unsteady movements before feeling the soft mist of water spraying his arms from the showerhead as they were drug in with Omi’s body. “You can just hang on.”

“Grab me a towel.” Omi called out from where the boy stood behind half the shower curtain using his arm as walker. “Please.” He did, noting a few he’d like to cram into his duffle bag if he could sneak that one past Aya.

“These towels are much fluffier than the ones we have at home!” He called into the shower nudging the towel through the split of tile and curtain waiting for the water to stop.

“That’s cause Aya thinks he’s saving on fabric softener.” Omi grumbled pulling the towel through and he felt the grip on his arm relocating and adjusting before the curtain slid away and Omi had the towel tucked about his waist. “And he’s not.”

“Not what?”

“Not saving, cause what he makes up for in pennies he looses on discomfort.” Omi answered coming forward like a comatose revived in ER, or a zombie in a cheap no name film. Each limb stressed and wobbly Omi was a living version of every spindly aspen branch on a windy day. Without request he used both arms to steady the boy and help him from the tub to the slick moist tile floor with much cause before a knock came to the door.

“Omi? The doc is here for you?” Ken said pocking his head in and offering a smile before swiping his toothpaste from the counter so none of them got the treat of wintergreen vs. spearmint.

“Yeah I’ll be right-” Omi silenced when the guy appeared next to Ken opening the door a bit wider.

“I came as soon as I got the call son. Let’s have a look at you.” the guy beckoned nodding to the floor once before slipping past Ken and back into the room.

“Well there goes our escape plan out the window.” he snort causing a light smile to grace Omi’s face considering the way the man beckoned for them made it seem as though they were considering skipping out.

“I am going to bed ok?” Ken informed as they walked back into the bedroom area to find only two of the lamps on in place of the main lamp. Their blinds had been drawn, the small fridge ravaged with only the mini bar untouched with regards to Aya’s orders. Aya himself already tucked away in the queen bed closest to the bathroom and furthest from the two lamps which shown on either side of the other bed. The one Omi would sleep in with whom would have been Ken, but now looked like it were to be him.

“Come on son, step off him will you? I need to see you walk.” the doc ordered, an old man with a voice still arguing for youth. Brisk and often very direct, seldom holding kind tones for the boy since Omi’s sexuality had come out of the closets and into the streets. Or so Ken had so tactfully put. Omi’s hands left him then, taking a few soft and very small steps foreword obviously enduring quite a bit of discomfort as was apparent with the constant facial shifts and large lamas in and exhales. “Good. It’s hurting to walk?” the doc asked questioning but more so clarifying.

“A bit.” Omi breathed, a second before he snatched the boy’s arm and began helping him to the bed. A bit, was a bit of an understatement. “Easy, easy!” Omi snapped with his shoving as the boy gently lowered himself to the bed like he were preparing to sit on glass before promptly flopping back into the sheets hissing up to the ceiling.

“This was a rather unexpected call.” their doctor began, his stout but egg shaped face complete with all the folds of his age, while accompanying his dagger dark pupils which like his voice glared adamantly at any whom dare imply his age. “I see you weren’t too warn out to do that. I must admit I had imagined your condition much worse after having it described on the phone. Perhaps we were a bit over dramatic hmm?” the guy asked, raising his eyebrows as though he were scolding a naughty kid and he watched Omi’s mouth twitch like maybe he’d say something before simply remaining silent. “As I thought.” the guy sighed pulling the provided desk chair up along side the bed as Omi slowly began shifting himself further back so as to lay on it.

“Easy there.’ the doc sad laying a hand on Omi’s thigh as though to stop him from getting away. “You can keep yourself as you are, I’ll get a good angle of how things look this way.” The doc directed laying his palm on Omi’s second knee.

“Cut me some slack doc.” Omi breathed making a face. “I can just roll over for you.” Omi stated offering his plea in a straightforward request complete with lack of whine tones, and the doc made a face because after the small pause Omi simply started doing. Rolling gently to the side and stopping with his back to their appointed medical professional when indicated.

“I am going to go take a walk.” he sat giving Omi’s shoulder a swift pat before halting when a thin hand snatched his wrist so fast he would have missed it.

“No. Stay.” Omi insisted, with a reassuring nod and tense smile tugging him downward. “Watch-watch TV or something.” Omi offered nodding to the TV across the room from them, and giving his back an approving swat when he shift to face it and left his back to the boy. He flicked it on and pumped the volume down so as not to disturb anyone, mainly Aya and Ken whom were already trying to hide themselves from this. And while it worked for Ken whom was one of those spawn of Satan people granted sleep seconds after his head hit the pillow, Aya was simply faking it.

“You’re looking rather red.” He heard the doc say, as he hit the caption button in hopes the strenuous requirement to read what the weatherman was saying might engage enough of his mentality as to escape from this. Omi gave a few gasps and one sharp inhale before he just felt like some dirty spectator and switched the TV off and flopped back into the sheets on his side.

“Nothings on.” he droned offering an excuse before turning to Omi whom nodded from where he was squirming slightly. Omi’s hand was curled into the blankets clenching and re-clenching like a baker kneading dough, while the boy desperately attempt to imitate whatever type of yoga or pregnancy pacifying techniques he’d seen. He gently slid his hand into the boys slowly wringing each digit from the sheets before inviting it to his palm and Omi‘s eyes snapped open. Omi could audio a porn film if he wanted, his gasps and small pants sounded as much like a teen getting head, as it did for a teen stilling himself for whatever the doc was prodding the boy with.

“Nooothings on?” Omi repeat after about two minutes of his hand slowly caressing the smaller one locked within his palm. He had almost completely lost his statement from a moment ago, but it had just registered with Omi. He nodded, and Omi closed his eyes for a moment before ducking his head to the sheets so all he got was the top of the boy’s head.

“Ooohhyyou wanna talk to me? Boooout something?” Omi finally slurred, gasping and pulling words like each syllable was engaged in a tug a war of the tongue before springing free.

“Aaaaa.” He trailed for a second licking his lips watching Omi’s squirming pick up.

“Hold yourself steady son. You’ve got quite a yellow belly for pain considering you’re an assassin.” the doctor chuckled through his work. “Real men learn to bite the bullet, but that might be too hard a phrase for you. The masculinity you see…allows one to grin and bear it.” The man lectured as he got up for the bathroom when Omi’s eyes turned to it. His quick movement startled the boy slightly but he was anxious to get away and hide from the words he heard the man saying. Each letter encrypted with disgust and arrogant over-view for his teammate, but it wasn’t his place to say anything and Omi was choosing to keep quiet. So he had focused his irritated gaze on Omi’s free arm, which constantly withered against his abs, curling itself to the boy’s chest like a snake trying to burl home. It wasn’t for another minute he realized this was because Omi’s eyes continuously wandered back to the bathroom door and Omi was simply wishing for a shirt.

He snatched one quick enough, blue, Yankees, right out of the duffle bag and looped it around Omi’s neck faster than the boy could blink. “I am sliding this onto him.” he stated working Omi’s curled arms though their sleeves before yanking and arguing with the thing until it covered the boy’s chest and stomach before merging with the puffy white towel covering the squirming thighs and knees. “OH!” Omi suddenly bolt lurching towards him for a second before ducking back into the blankets.

“Yeah I thought that would feel a bit cold. Grin and bear it son.” the doctor instructed stopping momentarily to pull the shade from the lamp and tip it down to face Omi’s back for better light. “Should sting for a moment, but you should be used to pain like this in your backside.”

“Hey!” he snapped, flashing his eyes to the doc whom stopped. “Let’s keep this strictly business alright.” He stated firmly before locking his jaw when Omi dug a few nails into his skin telling him to shut up.

“We’re pretty far up his business aren’t we.” the doc retort watching his eye twitch as he locked his jaw per request. “The boy might be a bit of a wormy fudge packer but he’s no liar, isn’t that right Bombay?” the man asked looking towards Omi’s face before grunting when Omi jerked for a moment before giving his hand a few relaxing clenches. “Easy there.” the doc hushed when Omi jerked again. “Hold yourself steady.” The guy warned.

“It’s-ah-it’s a bit painful.” Omi breathed chin to chest breathing into the sheets that hid him. “I think-I think I could use a break.” Omi mustered ignoring the hand he pat the boys shoulder with before glancing to the doc for a verdict.

“Well you can break if you need to missy, but it’ll be just as painful for me to start from the beginning when you aren’t all loose.” the doc stated ignoring Omi’s small choke into the bed. “You want to break then?” the guy asked stopping for a moment to glare. “Boy? You want to break?” the guy asked using a clean-gloved finger to give Omi’s shoulder a jab.

“Nooo.” Omi answered shaking his head while retaliating his shoulder inward like the man had just burned him.

“You don’t?” the guy asked giving Omi another jab before pulling his hand away on sight of his face.

“Noooo.” Omi answered again, this time a bit louder before worming a hand to his face for a moment to wipe away some tears.

“Here.” the doc sighed sitting back and he watched Omi’s body relax like a balloon deflating towards the bed with a heavy sigh. “We’re done anyhow, there isn’t any reason for you to be coping out at the end now is there.” the doc sighed digging through his small trademark bag. The undertaker bag as they all called it before extending some pills towards Omi’s face. “Take two of these with some water tonight, two more with breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow and the next day. These babies are gonna still your system and keep you from doing anything that might hurt you, if you get me.” the doc said sniffing as though sure he’d covered everything before offering a nod and fast swat to Omi’s backside while standing. Omi’s head jerked up with a pair of wide startled eyes before turning to the second container of pills quickly extended. “After those two days, three if you really feel it’s necessary. Take as directed some of these suppositories to fix yourself.” the doc ordered watching Omi take the container and curl it away with his hand. “IF you have any other questions or problems you just give a ring, and if need be I’ll come back and look you over.” the doc explained shrugging on his coat before heading for the door and leaving.

He was quiet for a minute before reaching over Omi and fixing the lamp. “Could you ah-” Omi muttered as he stood the lamp up and listened. “Could you ah grab me my-um my stuff-clothes and stuff from the bathroom?” Omi finally asked without looking up and he left. Leaving for the small tiled room and lingering about inside for a minute just to give Omi a moment alone before heading back with the bag and cup of water. Omi had rolled to his back and was heavily engrossed in massaging his temples when he returned offering the bag and sitting the cup upon the nightstand “I’ll sleep on the couch alright?” Omi offered making eye contact for a moment.

“What? What for?” He asked making a face while glancing at the couch. It was a good size, probably big enough for Omi and not that uncomfortable but…

“Well because I threw sleeping here on you, you thought you were going to sleep with Aya.” Omi explained avoiding most eye contact with him before jumping startled when he swiped a pillow off the bed mad. “What’d I do?” Omi asked looking hurt as he frowned at the boy.

“You must think I am some friend, to think I’d need you on the couch for something as stupid as…this.” He spit, glaring at the boy and Omi sighed before reaching for him. “What did I say when you told me hmm?” he asked, snarling his words quietly through his teeth. The night Omi had told him, with tears in his eyes he was gay, he did nothing more than slap the boys shoulder and give a nod. To each his own, his belief, custom and respect, after which on occasion he did bother to ask the boy he’d seen any hot ones at school. Seldom did he get real answers surpassing a blush, but on occasion he’d get a nod and some names. The fact that Omi might feel obligated to leave the bed on account he might freak him out being into guys was just plain insulting. They were better friends than that.

“If you don’t mind, you know I’d prefer you stay. If you don’t think I am weird, I always like the company Yohji-kun. I get to sleep alone all the time.” Omi smiled gently reaching for his hand, before patting the bed when he simply stood there. “Come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” Omi whispered sighing with relief when he dropped back onto his side.

“Well alright then.” He smiled happily before laughing as Omi swat him. “I’d like to think we’re of better acquaintance Omittchi, especially after that entire episode.”

“Yohji you suck.” Omi laughed quietly in response, realizing half of that was a tease. He knew the boy better than to think Omi felt that deeply he was required to leave.

“You’re so easy to guilt over, and…I think you needed to smile after being put through that.” He admit quietly and Omi’s eyes dropped away for a moment before the boy shrug.

“It’s not so bad, now that it’s over. Doesn’t sting that bad right now.” Omi said in a poor attempt at optimism before turning to his serious expression.

“I mean hearing that. You shouldn’t have to.”

“Don’t you dare say a word to Manx Yohji-kun.” Omi ordered becoming firm fast, knowing what he was thinking. Hell it’s what they all were thinking ever since they noticed the change. It went into Omi’s file of course, under sexual preference, and of course that got transferred to his medical file and they noticed. The very next time Omi saw the doc the man was a little bit harsher with the boy, sometimes down right cruel with his questions or exams but Omi took it, and didn’t say a thing and forbid them to as well. All of kritikers doctors were of special employment assigned to only three teams. Their doc had been with them for two years, allowing them to see the change fast, but having him switched while not impossible was a definite hassle as well as a red flag for attention. So Omi saw to it, none of them said anything, and so none of them had yet. Still, he was tempted, because each time Omi saw the guy the man’s words inched that much closer to the edge, and he certainly thought the ending swat was a bit much, even if Omi didn’t yell he could tell the boy was startled badly. Hopefully, if they ever did get switched, he’d know where the guy landed and could make a little visit say when he was walking from the grocery store to his car in a nice discrete parking lot. Or maybe right before he slid his key into his apartment door, so he could shove the guy inside and let his fist meet his face. Something of that nature.
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