Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Hi everyone!!! Its finally time for an update!! I bet you are all realyl happy, huh?? Especially after that evil, EVIL cliffhanger I left right?? Heeheehee. I am writing more every day, so don\'t worry about me not resolving little mean chapter endings like that. :) I love you all!! Thank you for all the reviews!! Never in my wildest dreams did I think my little story would get this many!! But...anou...that doesn\'t mean you have to stop leaving them. :) Now with that said, enjoy the chapter! **bows and steps aside**
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“Let go, Kudou.” He quietly snarled. “I do not desire to be this close to you any longer.” He wasn’t prepared for the flash of anger, followed closely by one of pain, in the emerald eyes, and he was even less prepared when Yohji hauled him up close to his chest and growled.

“Don’t lie to yourself, Ran, or to me any longer. It hurts both of us.” As Aya’s eyes went wide in resentment yet again, Yohji took the opportunity offered to him, swooping down to crush his lips to Aya’s.


The redhead stiffened at the bruising touch. Only someone like Yohji would go from fighting to kissing the same person that fast. He struggled against the hold Yohji had around his waist. His hands beat violently at Yohji’s chest, but even though he could feel the breath leave the blonde with each impact, Yohji did not break the contact. It was then Aya realized that he was not breaking it either. He blinked. Nothing was keeping him from simply turning his face away, so why hadn’t he? His hands softened and slowed their assault on the playboy as his mind slowly took control again.

Ran found he didn’t mind the kiss. More than that…the ache in his heart told him that this was what he had wanted all along. His hands stilled, resting on Yohji’s shoulders and he heard a plaintive sound from the elder assassin. The shock wore off then, and he went hurtling from his detached state back into the situation. Yohji…was…kissing…him.

Desire flamed in the redhead as his fingers clenched in soaked fabric. The man he loved was kissing him…in a way he hadn’t been kissed since…since…his mind refused to think anymore. Ran began to respond to the pressure on his lips. Yohji’s lips were warm, soft, but hard at the same time, the bruising contact leaving him trembling.

At the first sign of the swordsman’s response, Yohji pulled away, surprised. He drew in deep breaths, working to replace what Aya had pummeled out of him. He felt the slender fingers clasping his shirt, felt the lithe body resting tight against his, and as the amethyst eyes opened, Yohji felt his knees go weak.

“…..Ran?” He breathed out the question, breath warming over the other man’s lips.

Ran pushed himself against Yohji hungrily, reaching up to claim the other assassin’s lips again. He heard Yohji moan, and then the playboy’s lips moved against his, their kiss deepening. Ran’s heart cried out in happiness, and he wound his arms around Yohji’s neck, pulling him down and closer. The blonde bent his head and began to kiss the redhead’s jaw tenderly, as if apologizing for trying to harm it before. Ran’s heart fluttered almost painfully and he sucked in a breath.

“Yohji…..”




Ken shut the door against the rain, turning to look at Omi, who was wide-eyed and trembling. They looked at each other, hearts pounding. Watching their teammates, who were more like family at times, fight each other had been hard for both of them. Ken wound his arms around the smaller blonde, and Omi rested heavily against them as they sank to sit on the stairs.

“Th-thank…the gods…” Omi finally got out, trembling. “Its over.” Ken petted his lover and kept quiet, although privately thinking different thoughts.

Yohji had always held the opinion that kissing in the rain was one of the most erotic experiences that one could possibly have. It made lovers feel as if they were truly drinking each other up. It was how he felt now as he and Ran locked lips again, the water running in streams down their faces and bodies. He started as he felt Ran’s teeth nibble gently at his bottom lip, and he parted his lips gladly.

As Ran slipped his tongue into Yohji’s willing mouth, he had to fight to choke back a laugh. Yohji tasted like the strong, cheap coffee he preferred, with the bitter taste of tobacco and nicotine haunting the background. But underneath it all was unbelievable sweetness, and Ran pushed closer, wanting all of the blonde he could possibly get.

Yohji had enough presence of mind left to be surprised at the redhead’s demanding passion. Who would have known that underneath all that ice….Aya’s core was fire? He couldn’t help but moan as one hand went to the back of the swordsman’s head and twined into thoroughly soaked crimson. To his utmost surprise, he heard a soft, demure moan in answer to his. With that small noise, his blood caught flame.

“Ran…” he could barely breathe out the name. He pulled the slender man flush to his body and bent his head, taking control of their kiss as his tongue danced with Aya’s. To his dismay and shock, the man in his arms uttered a low, uncertain noise, and pulled forcibly away. The redhead backed a few inches away, hands slipping down Yohji’s arms, and looked at him warily. Yohji met his eyes.



Aya panted for breath. Yohji was a remarkable kisser, with the ability to suck his partner into his own private universe that consisted of soft lips and warm breath. It was intoxicating, but Aya was back in control of himself now. He watched Yohj watching him, obviously trying to figure out what had happened and what was about to. Licking his lips nervously, he locked eyes with Yohji, who looked somewhat fearful.

“Ran—“ the blonde started but was cut off by the shake of the other man’s head. Yohji bowed his own, soaked hair falling in a wet curtain around his face. Then he felt the hands that had rested on his forearms slide down and take his. Slender ivory fingers entwined with his own, and he looked up at the swordsman again. A very slight blush was staining Aya’s cheeks, and he was looking at Yohji’s shoulder.

“Yohji…I…” He paused. It was so difficult to admit to weakness, especially around this man, who had so much more experience than he. “I don’t know…what…to do.” He said quietly, forcing himself to meet the emerald eyes. “But it would be foolish of me…” his voice found its strength once again, “to try and pretend this never happened, or to not give it a chance.” He squared his shoulders and looked at the playboy evenly. “But this isn’t a game Yohji. And I will not be used as a toy to be tossed aside when the next woman… or man..comes along. Am I clear?”

Yohji squeezed his hands and whispered “As crystal, Ran.” He leaned forward to kiss the pale man again, but was stopped by one of Aya’s hands against his chest.

“Promise me.” Amethyst eyes looked at the taller man, suddenly scared, and Yohji’s breath caught in his throat.

“Ran, I love you.” He paused in satisfaction as the other man shivered. “You should know me well enough to know that those three words are not something I say lightly.” Slowly, hesitantly, he reached a hand up to a soft, pale cheek and ran his fingertips across the skin. He heard Aya take in a quick breath, then the beautiful face turned slightly into the intimate caress. “I meant it when I said that I never want to cause pain to fill those eyes, Ran, and I plan to keep that promise.” He gasped as those bright eyes opened, unveiled and shining with love. Aya turned his head and kissed his palm before pulling Yohji’s hand from his face and clasping it.

“Okay, Yohji.” He whispered.




Ken and Omi had huddled together in the kitchen and were drinking tea and hot cocoa, respectively, when they heard the door to the roof open. Omi looked a Ken fearfully as they heard heavy footsteps come down the stairs, and Ken held his breath. When Aya and Yohji both appeared, seemingly unharmed, they both let out sighs of relief. Omi was the first to notice Aya’s blush, but Ken was the first to spot the two older assassins’ loosely linked hands. While Omi looked at Aya, clearly trying to read his face, Ken looked at Yohji and smirked.

Yohji’s thumb brushed over the back of Ran’s hand, and he felt the barest of squeezes in response. They had decided it foolish to try and hide what had happened. After talking lengthily about it, they realized that the younger two already knew. So now Ran stepped forward, forcing into view the fact that their hands were joined.


“I am aware that an apology is necessary for my unprofessional behavior earlier today.” He looked at Ken and saw nothing behind the happiness radiating in the mahogany gaze. “Ken, forgive my conduct earlier. I was not myself.” The ex-soccer player nodded his head and smiled at him. Aya turned to Omi. He worked to suppress a smirk. Omi’s eyes were happy, but there was an underlying smugness as well, that looked very unusual on the boy. The redhead pushed on. “And forgive me, please, Omi. I—“

The younger blonde interrupted him by getting up and embracing him. Aya bore it with his customary blank expression, but his hand lifted and settled on the top of Omi’s head. The youngest Weiss looked up at him happily.

“Oh Aya-kun, you don’t need to apologize to me! I knew all along what was making you lash out. And now you have what you wanted.” Omi’s eyes glinted with that smug look again, and a fair imitation of Yohji’s smirk spread itself over the bright face. From behind his beloved, Yohji laughed.

Omi pulled away and dropped into Ken’s lap. The two of them looked expectantly at the elder two of their team. Aya sighed. Yohji caressed his hand again and squeezed it tighter before stepping up even with him.



“Yes, Ken, yes, Omi. We talked.” He looked at Ran, who raised an eyebrow, and smirked. “Well to be fair, before we talked we did quite a bit more…” he left it hanging, not willing to reveal whether he was talking of their fighting or of their kissing. “To my total happiness,” he said, still looking at Ran, “Aya has decided to tolerate my feelings towards him, and agreed to give me a shot, provided I don’t fuck up horribly.” The playboy grinned at the other two assassins.

Omi clapped his hands and laughed, and Ken smiled, offering congratulations that Aya didn’t hear. His heart thudded hollowly to hear Yohji call him by his assumed name, even though the blonde was doing it per his own request. The violet eyed man had given him permission to use his real name when they were alone, but had decided that in order to not confuse the younger two, in company Yohji would still call him by his sister’s name. He was beginning to feel now what a burden he had placed on himself. He looked over as Yohji yawned.

“Oh man…I could use a nap. The past hour or so has been intense.” He looked over at Ran, the invitation clear in his eyes. Uncertainty shimmered for an answer, and he smiled softly, caressing the back of the slender hand again before releasing it. “It’s ok.” He whispered before turning to the room at large again. “I’ll see you all in a few hours then?? Wake me for dinner!” Yohji turned, heading for his bed. He had taken no more than three long strides when he felt a hand tentatively brush his own again. The blonde stopped in his tracks and turned to face the hand’s owner.


Aya was blushing fiercely, aware that they were still in view of the two other lovers. He looked at Yohji, and permitted a small smile to grace his flushed face. His eyes closed in happiness when Yohji lifted a hand and caressed his cheek, then the blonde opened his door and they stepped inside.

TBC......
This is much better than a cliffhanger, huh?? Leave a review!!
~Tareacel