Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Hi everyone!! I\'m sorry its taken me a week to update this time...this week was the first week of classes, and I had auditions on top of that, so everything was busy!! But here it is!! The newest chapter to come rolling out of my fingers!! Heehee...I had a lot of people anxious for Aya and Yohji lemon now that they are \"together\". I also had a lot of new reviewers this time around...Hi newbies!! Hope you\'ree enjoying it!! :) Thank you all for reading and leaving such lovely reviews, I love you all!!! And now, without any further ado....here it is!!!
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“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.



As soon as the door closed, Ken muffled a laugh in Omi’s shoulder. The youngest Weiss turned to look at his lover over said shoulder, an amused look on his face. Ken felt him move and turned to look up at him. Blue caught soft brown and he sighed, leaning forward and kissing the blonde on the tip of his nose. Then he couldn’t help himself and broke into barely restrained giggles again.

“ ‘Aya has decided to tolerate my feelings towards him’” he panted out in between giggles and Omi looked at him strangely, not helping the matter. Ken finally got himself back under control and, still smirking, looked the other boy squarely in the eyes. “That kiss didn’t necessarily scream tolerance, Omi…come on. And then that little touch right before they went into Yohji’s room? ‘Decided to tolerate’ my ass!” He started as Omi lifted a hand and brushed it against his cheek.

“That little touch?” The blonde whispered, shifting so he straddled Ken’s lap and curled close, touching their noses together before moving to rub his cheek against Ken’s. The older boy’s arms wrapped around his back, petting the line of his spine, and he made a sound as close to a purr as humans could get.

“Aa…that little touch,” said Ken quietly, reveling in the feel of Omi, soft and warm, cuddled against him. Omi curled up further, tucking his head into the junction of Ken’s shoulder and neck.

“You’re right, itoushii…I saw it too. The way they touched each other wasn’t tentative at all. They were lover’s touches.” Omi smiled happily, his lips stretching against Ken’s neck. “Like ours.”

Ken felt his heart flutter and one hand moved up to stroke Omi’s hair. “Hai, koishii…like ours.”




Aya looked around as Yohji shut the door behind him and locked it with a small click. He had been inside the playboy’s room before, but with everything that had happened recently, he felt compelled to re-evaluate it.

The first thing one noticed was the huge lighted mirror that graced the wall opposite the door. Beneath it was a dresser spread with a variety of bottles, vials, brushes and boxes containing who-knew-what. The closet next to it was crammed to bursting with clothing and shoes of all different styles. Yohji’s mission clothes were slung across a chair, Yohji’s opinion of their jobs showing through. Against the wall to Aya’s right was Yohji’s bed. Yohji’s abnormally huge bed, which was unmade and decorated with green silky looking sheets. Clothes were also flung across the bed, and as the blonde walked over and sank down on the soft mattress he pushed them all to the floor. Aya watched them fall in detached observation, ears ringing with the soft squeaking of bedsprings. He was alone, with Yohji, in the other man’s room, and the taller assassin was now searching under the covers for something.

His senses sharpened again as Yohji tossed something at him and instinctively he reached out and caught it.

“They should be relatively clean.” He smiled disarmingly. When Aya looked at him blankly, he winked. “You’re soaking wet, Ran. You can change into those…if you want to. And then we can take a nap.” Yohji was inwardly amazed at how well his calm exterior was holding up. His heart felt like it was going to hammer its way out of his chest, and his head was reeling. Ran was here, in his room, with him. That alone was enough to make him dizzy, but the prospect of the redhead changing into a pair of HIS pajama pants and lying down in HIS bed to sleep was enough to kill a man with longing. Swallowing, he winked at the other man and turned his back to him, slipping out of his own drenched clothes and into a pair of comfy sweatpants he had found on the floor.


Aya glared uncertainly at Yohji’s back as the blonde tugged his shirt off over his sopping honey hair. His eyes widened as the wet fabric came free, and smooth golden skin and sinewy muscle was uncovered. His breath caught in his throat and he could feel the heat rushing to flush his face. With a last lingering look, he turned away and swiftly began to shed his soaked garments.


Yohji looked over his shoulder to ask Aya if he wanted a towel, but no sound came out of his mouth. He watched in complete thrall as the other man pulled the pants up over his hips. They were too big for his slender frame, and hung well below where they should have been. The blonde’s mouth watered. ‘Did I really just see…what I think I just saw?’ It hadn’t been more than a flash, but the memory of flawless ivory skin swam before his eyes as the elder assassin turned away, gulping.

Aya prowled around to the other side of the bed but only stood there, staring at it. Yohji slipped in beneath the sheets and sighed in happiness. When he realized the swordsman hadn’t followed, he looked up into hesitant eyes.

They glared at him. “I’m going to sleep.” Yohji nodded, eyes sincere.

“Aa…as am I. I promise Ran…I’ll go to sleep like a good boy.” He smirked, and then looked suddenly very serious. “I told you…nothing until you want it.” He reached over and took a slender hand in his. “I love you.” He tugged on it. “Now come in here and sleep, please?” He smiled happily as Ran acquiesced, climbing in beside him, then blinked when a small noise of surprise rumbled in the other man’s throat. “Nani?”

Ran stared at the sheets, running a finger across the fabric. “They really are silk.” He looked up at Yohji then, fighting mightily to keep from laughing. “Omi and I had a bet…kuso,” he cursed softly. “I owe him a shift off now.” He looked up when the blonde laughed softly, deep and sincere, and looked down at him with sparkling emerald eyes.

“I can’t believe you and the chibi bet on my sheets.” Yohji reached forward and caressed Aya’s cheek again, the other man blushing slightly at the intimate touch. “Get some rest, Ran.” He leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. “I’ll be right here.” He snuggled down under the covers, and when the redhead followed suit, he felt Yohji scoot forward so that the long delicious warmth of his body melded against his own. A hand cautiously rested on his hip, and without thinking the swordsman reached around and laced his fingers in Yohji’s, pulling the hand up and over to rest, twined with his, against his chest. Moments later, the two assassins were asleep.




The task of making dinner had once again fallen to Ken and Omi. The older boy had already been busy trying to keep Omi away from Yohji’s door. The smaller blonde had been hell-bent on knowing if the elder two assassins actually planned on sleeping. Finally the sound of Yohji’s snoring convinced him that there was nothing to be gained by fighting Ken’s repeated dragging of him away, and the two had settled down on the couch in front of the television. A favorite program of Omi’s had been running a marathon at the same time as a soccer game Ken found when they flipped through channels, and the two fought playfully over the remote until all thoughts of the TV were forgotten.

Omi writhed on the floor, body arching and trembling. The only noises he could make were little gasps and whimpers. Ken was above him, bottom lip sucked between his teeth in concentration as he struggled not to grin triumphantly.

“Ken!” Omi spluttered, curling inwards on himself, “Onegai!!” He exploded in a fit of giggles, hands renewing their swatting at the strong bronze ones skimming over his form relentlessly. “I can’t breathe!” He gasped and whimpered again as Ken’s fingers found another sensitive spot. Eyes flashing, the brunette found he couldn’t suppress his smile anymore as his tickling fingers caused another spectacular explosion of laughter from the younger assassin.

Omi’s insistent pushing at his chest finally made him take pity on his lover, and he hauled the blonde up into a fierce hug. Omi snuggled in his arms, breathing heavily. Ken glanced over the panting boy’s shoulder and spotted the clock on top of the television. He sighed.

“Omi, it’s four-thirty.” The younger Weiss pulled away with a sigh and stood, helping his beloved up. Ken pulled him into a brief kiss as soon as he gained his feet, then the two headed for the kitchen.



“Anou….what do we have to make anything out of?” Omi peered into the refrigerator with a wrinkled nose. Ken leaned over close behind him, reveling in the shivers that slunk up his lover’s spine when his breath hit the back of Omi’s neck. The blonde wasn’t exaggerating. They didn’t have much.

“Whose turn was it to go grocery shopping this week?” Ken asked. The fridge was running very dangerously toward empty, especially with four boys in the house. Omi snickered. A feeling of dread suddenly settled in Ken’s stomach as the younger boy straightened up to look at him. “Kami-sama….tell me it wasn’t mine…” But the smug look in Omi’s eyes didn’t go away.

Smirking, the youngest assassin enjoyed to the fullest this moment of power he held over his teammate and lover. The look of fear in Ken’s eyes intensified, and he murmured something about how Aya was going to run him through with that katana when the redhead found out there was no food for dinner. At the mention of their fearless leader’s name, Omi did crack, giggles spilling from his lips. Ken looked at him as if he had grown horns.

“You’d enjoy watching that?” He tried to pout, but on his face it didn’t work, and Omi laughed anew. Leaning back against the fridge, he tried desperately to stop and regain his breath while Ken stood, succeeding only in looking like a bad impression of Omi himself.

Finally the sea-eyed boy was able to get himself back under control. Eyes sparkling, he looked up into Ken’s face. “Koi…it wasn’t your turn. Don’t worry.” As Ken sank against him in relief, Omi giggled again. “It was Aya-kun’s.” The brunette pulled back again to look at him incredulously. Smirking, Omi nodded his head. “Hai…I’m certain. We should take this as a testament to how distracted he has been the past few days, ne?” Ken looked thoughtful, and nodded.

TBC.........

Well....hope nobody was too upset about the older two simply passing out...but even if you were, review anyway, please?? Trust me...they\'ll get to it soon enough. :)
~Tareacel