Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Yo minna-san!!! I am back from the dead finally!!! Yes, I know the flu does not last that long, but I am afraid writers block does. You see, I had written myself into a hole I couldn\'t figure a way out of....but you don\'t want to hear about that. **grin** The important thing is...I have gotten out of it and the story is back underway! I have a larger than normal update for all my beloved, wondrously faithful readers, and depending on how much more I write this weekend...I may have another for you shortly. I warn you now: I was cast in a show here at school, and rehearsals are about to start. So gomen...but don\'t expect a regular update schedule. I will when I can, I promise! Hopefully my promises still mean something...eheh...

But I digress. I also would like to take this time to say that I have figured out the solution to my own private hell of a problem on how to refer to Aya in this story. As you may have noticed..I was trying to do a dual nature thing to fit the two aspects of Aya\'s personality. It got rather confusing....even for me to deal with. I\'ve simplified it. I\'ll go ahead and tell you. Aya is \"Aya\", unless being directly addressed or thought of by name by Yohji. In that case, he is \"Ran\". Yohji also has a nickname for him starting this chapter, \"Migoto\", which to any who aren\'t fluent in Japanese, like myself, means \"magnificently beautiful\". I thought it was sweet. :) Ok, time to end these god-awfully long A/Ns. Enjoy the long chapter, and I am as glad to be back as you are to have me! You....are glad...aren\'t you?? Heh. As with the rest of my chapters, leave a review and let me know what you liked, or what you wish Yohji and Aya would stop dancing around and just DO! :)
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“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.

“Demo…that still doesn’t solve our current problem, Omi-chan.” Ken smiled softly and dropped a gentle kiss on Omi’s forehead. Glaring at the fridge, the older boy sighed. “We….could….go out for dinner…” he began hesitantly. It had been so long since they knew they didn’t have a mission to worry about, that Ken couldn’t even remember the last time they had eaten away from the shop. Omi’s eyes widened and a bright smile split his face.

“Aa! Oh that would be so much fun!” The smile turned wicked. “Kind of like a double-date, ne?” He giggled. Ken hadn’t thought of that, and immediately began to backtrack at the conspiratorial look on the blonde’s face.

“Ahh…Omi…we really shouldn’t push them into anything…you know that Yotan’s temper is barely better than Aya’s when he’s provoked…and..anou…well we could just order delivery—“ He was cut off by two fingers placed softly over his lips and a grinning bishounen. Omi assured him that he did not have to worry, and that the evening would be fun. He then promptly left it up to Ken to wake the sleeping duo while he “plotted—anou—planned” the evening.


Padding down the hall, the brunette grumbled to himself that Omi always took the easiest jobs with the least possibility of a gruesome death. He didn’t relish the idea of having Aya’s temper focused on him because of anything he walked in on. The idea of waking Yohji up and facing that ire was none to pleasant either. Arriving at the closed door that heralded his doom, he cautiously put an ear to it. If he had to interrupt, better to know that it wasn’t anything….important.

Yohji’s trademark raucous snores greeted his consideration. Ken barely kept himself from laughing. They were asleep. They had either actually slept the entire time, or been exceptionally stealthy. ‘I wonder why Yohji didn’t try anything?’ The ex-soccer player knocked on the door.




An odd, rhythmic sound was beckoning him from his broken dream. He had finally been able to drift off when the idea to bury his head under the pillow had proved effective. Aya had no idea how Omi even began to manage to sleep next to Ken. Abruptly, the thought hit him that the smaller blonde was most likely exhausted by the time his lover let him sleep. He blushed at the thought.

The odd noise continued as the redhead slipped out from under the feather pillow he held over his head. Horrendous snoring greeted his newly-revealed ears, and he sighed, glaring at a spot on the wall. Someone was knocking on the door.

“Nani?” He husked, his voice still trapped in dreamland.



“Aya?” Ken answered, “Anou, Omi and I decided we should go out for dinner. We don’t have much here, and Omi thinks it would be fun. So…I was sent to tell you.” The chocolate-eyed assassin heard a muted rustling from inside, closely followed by the swordsman’s acknowledgement. Job done, he decided to beat it back to waters that were decidedly less dangerous.



Aya pulled himself upright when he heard the dinner plans. He was going to answer the door, but had forgotten about Yohji’s arm around his side. As the pale-skinned assassin sat up, the elder man stirred, a mumble escaping his lips, before that arm tightened and pulled. The ivory-skinned man assassin was dragged off-balance wide-eyed, and fell back against the elder blonde with a gasp. Breathlessly, he managed to answer Ken before he set about trying to free himself. He twisted in Yohji’s hold as the playboy pulled him tightly against his own slumbering form. Glaring at the arms that held him, Aya endeavored to work his way loose. He wondered what had possessed him to sleep in the same bed as Yohji anyway. He had been tired and emotionally drained…that was it. That had to be it. He had been emotionally confused and bone-tired. That’s why he hadn’t gone to this own room.

He looked up at Yohji’s face, annoyed at the older man, but upon seeing him, the negative feelings fled. Yohji’s hair was spread out around his head and over one golden arm like a molten halo. His skin had a glow to it, possibly from the sun pulsing through the drawn blinds. His eyes were closed, his body blocking the sunlight from the sensitive orbs, and his mouth was slack, the source of the noise which, the redhead grudgingly admitted to himself in that moment, was not that bad. He looked so innocent. His eyes fixated on Yohji’s sensuous lips, and the blonde sighed. Aya was lost. He stared at the golden vision before him and without thinking, reached out and lightly stroked Yohji’s cheek. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth at the contrast in their skin tones. Cream and honey, gold and porcelain. A mental image came to his brain unbidden and he shivered. They’d be beautiful together…

Yohji blinked his eyes open, feeling distinctly watched. He looked up just in time to see Ran school his features away from whatever expression had been on his face before. He smiled anyway.

“See anything you like?” He winked saucily. The pale-skinned man “hn”-ed, and looked away. Yohji sat up fast, catching his wrist. “Ran?” The beautiful swordsman looked up at him, eyes guarded. Hurt twisted Yohji’s heart. How could Aya do this now? After what had happened only a scant number of hours earlier…he still remembered the feel of those pale lips pressed so demandingly against his.

“Omi wants to go out for dinner.” The younger assassin said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing. “So I suggest we both get dressed.” He moved towards the door, but stopped at a choked off noise behind him. Whirling, he saw Yohji, bonelessly bent over, head resting on the hands nestled in his lap. Despite himself, deeper urges than he could repress propelled Aya to the golden-haired man’s side. “Yohji?” He sat back down on the bed. The name provoked another odd sound, and the slender man began to worry. He tugged at Yohji’s shoulders, and the playboy unfolded himself without a fight, raising his head. Amethyst eyes widened at the few tear tracks marking that beautiful, masculine face. The emerald eyes were still wet, and as he watched, another tear slipped from beneath wet lashes and began its descent. Without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed it away.

Yohji gasped, and then pulled the one he loved close, resting his head on a milky shoulder. He felt fingers run through his hair and he sighed. His Ran was so changeable…one minute the Ice Prince they all knew so well, the next…this; A worried and gentle lover, petting and soothing him. Yohji sighed again and nuzzled at the slender neck with his nose. The man in his arms tensed, and Yohji made ready to pull away, but then he felt the tension drain away in measured bits from Aya’s form. Then arms wrapped around him.

“What’s wrong, Yohji?” The redhead’s voice was edged with genuine confusion. The older assassin pulled back just enough to look Aya square in the eye. That confusion bled over into those gemstones he loved to lose himself in. Before he could stop himself, the words poured out.

“I love you, Fujimiya Ran.” He whispered, “And because of that love…I can’t stand to see you shut yourself off from me now. Not now, after I’ve finally convinced you that I might be surprisingly good for you. And just then, when you looked at me, all I saw was ‘Aya’. The Ice Prince, the assassin, the mask you wear for everyone else. I know I’ve told you when we are in public, I’m okay with that. I mean, it has to say something that that mask was the first thing I admired about you, and began to love.” He leaned in again, unabashedly snuggling into Aya’s tentative embrace, which to his utter surprise, tightened around him.

“I love all of you, Migoto. Mask or no. It’s those guarded eyes I can’t stand, Ran…” He reached a hand up and caressed the pale skin of his beloved’s cheekbone. “Please don’t hide from me. It…it hurts my heart to not be able to somehow know you’re ok. Your eyes have always been that window for me.”

He pulled back again, smiling somewhat crookedly, a slight blush staining his cheekbones. Aya looked at him blankly, processing what the man in his arms had said.

“I…I didn’t mean to,” he said, his tone almost puzzled. “I guess its just a habit now.” Aya looked at Yohji, the worry and sadness in the bottle-green eyes painfully clear. “A habit…I’ll have to work at to change. Give me time, Yohji.” His own hand ventured to the face of the darker-skinned man and caressed briefly. “I know I’ve asked you for a lot of that…but give me time.” A nod was all the response he got, but the emerald eyes spoke all he needed to know. On the verge of being overcome with something he didn’t quite know the words to describe, Aya arched up and pressed a kiss to Yohji’s soft lips.



Ken hung up after calling and making reservations at the restaurant Omi had decided they should go for dinner. He blew a sigh, mumbling about how he hated calling people he didn’t know. A giggle came from behind him and he spun, glaring playfully at the younger boy.

“What are you laughing at? I called, didn’t I?” Omi smiled a beautiful smile and the small bit of Ken’s temper that had actually risen disappeared in the sparkly onslaught. The blonde came forward and wrapped his arms around him. Sighing, the bronze-skinned assassin pulled him close and held him tight. He was about to lean in to christen Omi’s neck with kisses, when the other boy’s voise spoke softly.

“Are Yohji-kun and Aya-kun awake?” Omi smiled as he felt a growl deep in Ken’s chest. He knew he was pushing at the aggressive side of his lover, and even though he dearly loved Ken, he also dearly loved to tease him. Ken pulled away from him, and Omi schooled his expression into a mask of blank innocence. Ken voice was gravelly, his eyes flashing with playful warning.

“Is that why you hugged me close? Just wanted to make sure I’m doing my job correctly, Bombay?” His smaller lover shrugged and looked at him, fighting his twitching lips. Ken let out the growl that had been spinning in his chest and pounced, pinning the younger boy to the wall. Omi yelped and giggled, allowing his hands to be pushed over his head and held there. “Hai, Omi,” Ken whispered huskily. “They’re awake. Anything else you have on my to-do list?” He leaned heavily against Omi, pushing his rapidly-awakening erection against the younger Weiss’ hip. Omi let out a breathy laugh with a moan quick to follow and tugged against the hold Ken had on him.

“Hai…” he purred, looking up at Ken with glimmering eyes. “Kiss me?” His eyes were filled with such want for such a simple gesture, that Ken’s playful rancor faded again, replaced by affectionate lust. Nodding, he leaned forward and captured Omi’s lips. The hacker sighed and yielded immediately, allowing Ken’s mouth to plunder his own. For a few minutes they simply allowed their tongues to dance together, Ken releasing Omi’s hands and moaning his satisfaction as they twined into his hair. His own settled on the younger boy’s hips. Eventually, however, they had to part for a real breath, and Ken pulled away from Omi’s grasping hands.

“Iie, Koishii. We have about an hour until we have to leave, and you know it will take Yotan that full hour to be ready to go out.” He grinned, bopping Omi lightly on the nose. “So it falls to you to get them out of that bed, since I was the one that went and woke them up.” Omi paled considerably and it was Ken’s turn to laugh sadistically. “Now now, if I could do it, I know you can.” He pushed Omi towards the hall. The blonde turned his head and stuck out his tongue, then walked on his own to the dreaded door. Raising a nervous hand, he knocked lightly.




Their kiss had progressed. It had started out light and sweet, but had grown rapidly in intensity. Aya had Yohji flat on his back against the sheets and their tongues were dueling savagely for dominance. Yohji had made a surprised and somewhat appalled noise when Aya had pressed him down, but the redhead had given him no time to complain. Yohji could only express his rebellion through the kiss. On the whole, the entire thing made him hornier than he could remember being in his life. He cursed himself for a submissive and continued to struggle for control of the kiss. His arms were wrapped around the slender body covering his, fingers feathering over smooth, milky skin, and he could feel Aya’s fingers tangling in his hair. The younger assassin swallowed yet another moan from the blonde, and was about to pull back to tease him when they both heard a light knock on the door.

The moment his Ran was distracted, Yohji heaved himself up, flipping the swordsman off of him. He rolled too fast for Aya to get away, and the amethyst eyes glared indignantly up at emerald. Yohji grinned cockily and traced Aya’s bruised lips with his index finger, calling out to whichever teammate was on the other side of the door.”



“What do you want?”

Omi winced and grimaced theatrically back in Ken’s direction. The brunette grinned. Sighing, the youngest assassin turned back to the door.

“Yohji-kun, is Aya-kun still in there with you?” There was a minute of silence before Aya’s deep voice sounded.

“Hai, Omi…doushite?” The hacker couldn’t help but grin. Aya’s voice was husky, and it lacked its usual menacing edge.

“I just wanted to make sure you both heard this. We’re going out for dinner tonight, since whoever was supposed to go food shopping this week…anou…” He coughed politely. “Mou…forgot to.” He covered his mouth tightly as he heard a muffled curse from inside the room. “So,” he was still grinning, fighting giggles, “we have approximately an hour before we need to leave. You hear that, Yohji-kun? An hour. So if you want to look pretty, you’d better get up now, ok?”



“Aa.” Yohji called, still kissing Aya’s neck fervently, enjoying the way the younger man’s breath caught in his throat. The redhead squirmed delightfully underneath him, making Yohji wonder what it would feel like to take him. His stomach leapt and his blood caught on fire at the merest thought of it, and against his will, his hips pushed firmly down, grinding against those of his teammate. Aya hissed in a breath, his eyes screwing shut. For a minute, Yohji dreaded that he had just gone too far and stilled all motion. Then those beloved eyes opened, and Yohji hissed in a breath as Aya pushed up against him.

“Yohji…” he whispered, and his hands wandered down to the blonde’s ass, pulling him down hard against his pelvis. Neither man could choke back the moans that dropped from their gasping mouths. Yohji pushed against him again, unable to stop, and gasped out his name.

“Ran!” The redhead shivered beneath him again, hands tightening on his ass and pulling him down hard again. Yohji sucked in a breath and claimed those full lips again in a hard, fiery kiss. He couldn’t afford to try and take much more of this. If Aya didn’t stop tempting him, he’d go too far, try for too much before his Ran was ready for it. With a barely stifled cry, Yohji lifted himself up and rolled to the side, quickly heaving himself off of the bed and out of Aya’s reach.

And reach for him the Weiss leader did. Aya let out a cry of his own when the source of his body’s pleasure stopped, and tried in vain to grasp Yohji and bring him back. But the blonde was already up and backing away. Aya rolled onto his stomach with a wince and a shuddering groan and shot a frustrated glare up at his lover. The elder let out a shuddering laugh, slumping against the wall heavily and blowing a sigh.

“Ran….Migoto…if that hadn’t stopped, it would have gone too far. I have no desire to force you into anything before you are ready. And besides…” he looked at the clock on his dresser, “we now only have forty-five minutes to take showers and get ready to go eat. And I am hungry.”
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~Tareacel