Eyes of Jade

Eyes of Jade - by zheyrryhn
Part 2

Looking down into Ken's soulful brown eyes it was all I could do not to crush him to me, all I could do not to kiss him until his lips bled, fuck him until he begged me for mercy.

Philosphically I know what I do to him is probably wrong. Probably immoral, or at the very least patently inconsiderate... except he wants it as much as I do, his cock hard and throbbing between us. Not that I ever touch him. He hasn't earned that from me yet.

To play the game, you have to take risks. And Ken never does. He's not ready for the game the way it's played among us.

Neither is Omi, but for different reasons. Assassin though he is, he's still just a boy in many ways. We can't picture him in our bed, not doing what we enjoy most. Domnation and submission and Omi just don't mix easily in our minds.

Or at least not in mine. I'm never sure what goes on behind his jade eyes. For all I know he's hentai enough to have wet dreams about anything with a steady pulse.

My body is straining toward release, breath catching in my chest. I want to hold him even more, want to kiss him, to feel his arms around me.

But he hasn't tried to earn the right from me for so much intimate contact.

Lightning flashes behind my closed eyelids, the shattering of the buildup, tidalwave washing all thought, all sorrows away for a brief moment.

One we don't share.

But there has to be a way to lure him to me.

Moth to the flame.

But which of us will burn?

I touch my lips to his, a whispered, "Arigatou," slipping free as I pull away to return to my own cold bed, alone because my lover is gone for the night, out with one of his conquests, meaningless as they are.

Stripped of my clothing, Ken's scent clinging to me, I lay awake in my bed, my guilt and desire stalking me, making accusations, keeping me from sleeping.

Nothing but a murderer.

Both of men's bodies and of one man's heart.

I know he cries. I know I'm the cause.

And the only time I can truly sleep is in the arms of another killer. One with jade eyes and hair like the morning sun.

Laying there longing for the arms of the summer colored killer, or the one the hue of the earth that nourishes everything.

And me, blood and frozen twilight. Cold bastard.

But under the ice I hurt, I want, I need.

Under the ice I'm human.

And I can't admit my weaknesses to anyone.

Not even to myself most of the time.

Life is hell when you kill for your living.

But can the life of a killer be called living?

Several days later, coming back from a mission, bleeding out in the Porshe, feeling the weakness taking me closer to the dark, and not letting any one know. Pride. Arrogance. Stubborness.

Or plain suicidal.

"Aya you fucking idiot," the blonde mutters as he catches me, keeping me from hitting the hard concrete.

It's the last thing I remember for more than a day.

But I come up out of the darkness with the glimmerings of an idea.

To catch a predator, you needed the right bait.

And wounded prey was the best bait for any predatory beast.

Even an assassin.

Yoji's reaction was a slow smile. "That's why you're the leader, Aya," he said kissing me. "My brilliant strategist."

"Do you think it will work?" I asked.

The jade eyes were thoughtful, considering the whole of the plan. "He has to overcome his own fears to take you, and then be able to use you the way you've used him. After that he has to capitulate to both our desires to earn a place in our bed. I don't know. Ken's got guts I'll give you that. But he also just about damned near worships you Ran."

Sighing I nodded, "I know, but he'll think I'm too weak and drugged to fight, and that might give him the incentive."

Yoji lay down in the bed beside me, careful not to touch my injured leg. "You know I've wanted him in here with us for a while now. But I just don't think he's ready for it yet."

"Let's try my plan. If he doesn't take the bait, then fine, we wait and try another way."

"When should we do it?"

"Now. If we wait any longer he won't buy me being too weak to defend myself."

Yoji grabbed both my wrists and wrenched them over my head, pinning me, rolling on top of me, straddling my hips. Now he was doing more than touching my leg, he was putting pressure on it, and it hurt.

And he knew it too. The sudden hardening of my penis all the clue he needed. "You are so warped," he whispered into my ear, his lips and tongue exploring my jaw, teeth nipping gently down my neck.

"Hnnn... Yoji... you are a... bastard."

"Probably," he replied, his breath ghosting over my chest as his tongue rubbed at my left nipple and his ass presed down on my erection, giving me just a bit more solid contact.

He let my arms go, but I didn't move. He hadn't given me permission too. He was starting to rock his hips, brushing along my erection, driving me wild with need. I trembled under him, aching, wanting more.

And then he was gone, standing up, reaching into the drawer of the nightstand. He handed me one of the painkillers. Obediently I took it, no argument.

"I'll get cleaned up, and dressed. We'll try your plan."

I let him see one of my rare smiles.

"And if it doesn't work, I'll think of something else," he told me.

But it had worked. Better perhaps than we'd anticipated.

Ken neslted warm between us, Yoji's arm around him, Ken's dark head on my shoulder.

I let a slight smile touch my lips and watched my two lover's sleeping, the moonlight silvering Yoji's hair and turning Ken's to ink.

For the first time since my parents died I felt... alive.

We could die on our next mission. One or all of us. But no matter what happened we'd always have had each other and our stolen moments of passion.

There are no guarantees in life. No fairness in the world.

And I was learning to take what I could get as it came without regret, and to go on without remorse.

Life can be good.

Even an assassin.

All it took were my lovers.

For the rest of the world I would still present a mask of indifference, still look out from behind ice veiled amethyst at everyone and everything around me.

But they both knew what was underneath.

They had both touched the fire inside me, and they didn't burn.

Is it love? Lust? Just the need for human contact?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But I had them, and that was enough.

Jade eyes fulled with life.

Agate eyes full of warmth.

It was more than I'd ever dared to hope for.

~~~owarii~~~