Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Ok-ok...so...I know I\'ve been a very bad author...but with the end of school and all, there was just no time. The play went well, we got standing ovations every night!! And all my exams went well too, in case anyone cares.. :p Lemon alert for this chapter, and I do mean lemon alert. It is practially all lemon, or leading up to it, from both couples. Other than lemony goodness, I should give out an emo-alert as well. Its not exactly fluff, but there\'s a lot of thinking about emotions and things in this from Yohji and Aya. Kinda some deepness to go with the sex. :) Blame the music I was listening to at the time (Les Miserables). Hopefully you all won\'t think it sucks. I think its a little..distant. That\'s what I get for being out of practice. Another alert, this is only half of it. Before anyone has a heart attack, let me clarify: This update is already twice my normal update length, so I figured when I got to a stopping point I\'d take a break, update with this, and eat some dinner, then start writing again. So there. Hope you enjoy! Oh, shameless plugging: I have another story up! \"Pollen and Passion\" over in Inuyasha yaoi, starring my favorite boys, Bankotsu and Jakotsu of the Shichinintai! Please PLEASE go read and review! You guys are all so good about leaving me constructive comments, or ones that make me feel fuzzy, and over there...well...if its not about Inu and Sesshoumaru...not so much. **Sigh** So feel free to bop over and read it! And now that this A/N has gone on far too long...I give you...SEX!
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Some Japanese words you might want to know:
Sawatte- \"Touch me\"
Yarasete- \"Can I do you?\"
Hoshii- \"I want it\"
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Yohji’s heart fluttered, his own arms tightening. “I want this, Ran. I want this bad. That’s why I’m worried. If they split us up, separated us, I don’t know how I’d make myself sane again.” He leaned down, nuzzling the pink shell of one ear. “I love you, Ran.” He pressed a soft kiss to Aya’s lips, setting in motion a chain of events both men were powerless to stop.

Suddenly he was being pushed back against the wall, and he got a split-second glimpse of Aya, all glowing eyes and flushed cheeks, then his lover’s full lips were pressed against his. Shock, more than anything, caused him to pull away, gasping. “Aya! What the hell?” Violet lust stared back at him.

“I want you.” Yohji blinked in shock. Yes, Aya had just uttered those words, plain and clear as day, voice authoritative and husky. It sent a shock of warmth straight to his groin. As he again focused on his lover, he blinked again at the unfamiliar look of smugness that flitted over his face, and realized his mouth was open, jaw dropped. “I want you.” Aya repeated. Yohji stared. The smug look remained. “What’s wrong, Kudou? Am I not good enough?”

His mind was reeling. Aya was flirting with him…coming on to him, and being, of all things, coy about it! “Ran…” Yohji took a second to put his thoughts in order as the redhead watched him complacently. “Migoto…I thought you wanted to wait until—“ Aya interrupted him.

“I’m ready. Yohji, I’m not letting us go on a mission before I’ve had a chance to claim you as my lover. And we’re going to be busy tomorrow, so that leaves tonight.” Aya’s face was determined and hard, but his eyes shone with a need so staggering that Yohji melted.

“Are you absolutely sure?” Yohji raised his hands to cover Aya’s, still resting on his shoulders. “I want you,” he was amazed to feel his hands trembling as he laced them with Aya’s and pulled both sets to his lips, kissing fingers in a wonderfully sensual gesture, “and I agree that I would very much like to do this before our next mission…just…just in case..” His eyes met Aya’s, and his voice caught in his throat. “I can’t lose you, Ran. If we do this…I cannot lose you.” The worried blonde opened his mouth to say more, but Aya interrupted him with another kiss, hands pulling away from his to slip around his waist and hold him tight.

If Yohji’s kisses were such a heaven, Aya was really starting to need to find out what being inside of the man would feel like. His eyelids fluttered shut as Yohji kissed him back after a noise of surprise. Their tongues wrestled for control, a slow, rhythmic dance that promised to have no loser. Yohji’s arms went around his neck, one hand cradling the back of his skull, and the taller man pulled him flush against him. He swallowed Yohji’s moan, just as his lover swallowed his, when their hips touched, pushing hardness against hardness through rough jeans.

The pale assassin pushed Yohji against the wall more firmly, wedging a long thigh between his legs and pushing gently against him. Yohji let out a long moan, never quite finding it in himself to stop the kiss. His head felt like it was spinning, and time was both moving too slow, and way too fast as Aya began to press his hips rhythmically against his. A distant part of the golden-haired man was embarrassed to find himself practically humping the long thigh that tortured him, and finally, through his hazed brain, he managed to get a word out that didn’t turn into a moan.

“Sawatte…” the plea hung in the air as the younger man covered his lover’s lips with his again. Aya pulled back, smirking, flushed, and slightly breathless from his own spiking arousal. Yohji opened foggy green eyes, the color dulled and darkened by the mist in front of them, and stared at him, want and need and love and lust all laid bare in front of Aya’s keen gaze. Gently, the redhead raised a hand from around Yohji’s waist and pushed honey-golden bangs away from his face. Yohji smiled softly at the tenderness in the action, tilting his head to the side to nuzzle into Aya’s palm as his beloved drew it back. He caught a slender fingertip between his lips and sucked it into his mouth, eyes glittering down at Aya, whose own gaze was suddenly transfixed on Yohji’s lips.

As of yet, he had been able to refrain from making any embarrassing noises. Watching Yohji suck on his finger and feeling his firm tongue lash at the tender pads, calloused from sword and rose thorns, almost caused his control to break. It reminded him of how dangerous this could be. Yohji was most definitely not someone who would be content with small, rare, shows of affection and a good fuck. He’d want it all, and with the skill Aya already knew he possessed, he was liable to get it all. Swallowing thickly, he pulled the appendage from Yohji’s mouth.

“Yohji.” He husked, voice heavy with emotion. The bottle-green eyes glinted in amusement, their owner most likely ver pleased with himself. Aya snorted in amusement. “Your room.”

Those two words had a profound effect. Yohji’s mind blanked as his body convulsed in an evident shudder. He didn’t give Aya the chance to look smug, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him down the hall and through the door to his room.



Omi leaned down and kissed Ken, hips rocking with the aid of the older assassin’s vice-like grip. The smaller blonde laughed breathily as they both heard a door shut heavily below them, and then a mighty thud that Omi, from experience, recognized as someone’s back hitting said door.
“Seems like…oh koibito…like you were..” Omi stopped, panting heavily, sucking down gulps of air and willing himself back from the edge. He looked down to see Ken eyeing him with laughter in his eyes, and he let out a shaking laugh and swatted a muscled shoulder. “Don’t laugh at me! Especially since I was about to admit that you were right about Yohji-kun and Aya-kun.” He pouted adorably, crossing his arms over his chest. Then Ken was laughing outright, his whole body quaking with mirth, and Omi moaned loudly, falling back into rhythm again, one hand braced against Ken’s strong chest for leverage, the other skimming down his heaving sides to join the strong one already pumping him.



Aya saw stars as his head connected with the back of the door, but Yohji swallowed the grunt of pain as he took his beloved’s mouth with his. Aya tensed pleasurably as Yohji’s hands gripped the hem of his creamy sweater and hauled it over his head, pausing only to let Aya help by raising his arms. Then the sweater was on the floor and Yohji’s hands were stroking up and down Aya’s arms, and the kisses had dropped from full lips to the milky skin of his neck.

At the feel of those strong lips on his skin, Aya had to bite his lip hard and close his eyes tightly to keep quiet. His hands slid through Yohji’s soft hair, cradling his skull and pulling him closer as his knees went weak. It had been so long… Now Yohji’s hands were sliding under his t-shirt, fingers teasing his quivering muscles as they slid over his belly. Gulping in air, the stoic assassin fought hard not to make any noise as the hands slid around to his back, stroking his spine. Yohji’s lips had moved down to his collarbone, and now were starting to journey up the column of his throat.

Yohji grinned impishly against sweet skin as Aya’s head hit the door again as the younger man threw it back. It struck him as hilariously funny that his lover was such a glutton for physical attention and sensation. He licked and kissed up Aya’s throat, feeling the whimpers that Aya somehow kept suppressed. He was so hard, just from this. Seeing his Ran like this, all the ice shattered and melted away by the fire that was his core, made him crazy, and he nipped at the smooth skin he was worshipping.

With an undignified squeak that he hadn’t been able to keep down, Aya fought his way free of the door and reversed their positions. Yohji looked at him, surprised. Aya smirked, his amethyst eyes dancing with something dangerously close to mischief, and he saw the briefest flash of worry in Yohji’s before he turned his attention to Yohji’s red vest top. ‘Two can play this game, Yotan.’

Within seconds, the two buttons that Yohji used to keep the vest closed had been popped by clever fingers, and the hands those fingers belonged to were smoothing over golden skin and hardening nipples as Yohji moaned Aya’s name. The slender swordsman smirked and began to lap and kiss at Yohji’s collarbone as his fingers explored the planes of the older man’s chest and stomach. He felt his lover’s desperate fingers pull on the hem of his t-shirt, and obediently helped him strip the offending garment off. When he made to move back closer and resume what he had been doing, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Yohji, what?”

He outright blushed at the look Yohji was sweeping him with. Possessive. Hungry. If Aya hadn’t been so in love with the man it would have gotten his hackles up. As it was, he was a little miffed at himself for the feelings of smug pleasure the glittering gaze inspired in his chest.

“Yohji, we’ve all seen each other like this. What’s so special about now?” He tried to move closer again, but again Yohji stopped him.

“You’re beautiful, Ran. Breathtaking. Do you know that?” He looked deep into Aya’s eyes and saw the denial there before the other man swiftly changed the subject by pressing close again, his fingertips straying torturously low on Yohji’s slim hips. The scarlet head bent and began to kiss down Yohji’s chest as his fingers stroked the waistband of low-slung jeans. Yohji’s breath hitched as he had a sudden vision of Aya going down on him, crimson eartails tickling his thighs, full lips moving up and down his flesh. Surely not. Aya couldn’t be…no, he wasn’t. He was straightening back up and looking at Yohji hotly.

The heat in that look made even the great Yohji Kudou blush. Aya was so intense..even in this. His heart sped up and his length was throbbing now, whether from the look in those gemstone eyes or the thoughts running through his head, he neither knew nor cared. Aya continued to stare predatorily at him, and all Yohji could do was stare back. Then Aya muttered words that shocked Yohji straight to his core.

“Yohji, yarasete?” His knees went suddenly weak and he slumped against the door. ‘Can I fuck you?’ The words reverberated through Yohji’s skull as Aya stood there placidly, waiting for an answer, calmly returning Yohji’s stare. That wasn’t the way this was supposed to go… He was suddenly nervous.

“Anou...Ayan…” he reverted back to the nickname, “I have to confess..” nervous laughter, “that I thought it was going to work the other way.” He met Aya’s eyes, open and candid, not hiding his surprise or his nervousness.

Aya blinked as Yohji’s words sank in. “Oh.” He hadn’t considered that. He hadn’t done that since Yuushi, and even then only once. He frowned slightly at the memory. It wasn’t that it had hurt. Knight had been more than careful, treating him like glass. It was the complete lack of control, over the situation and himself, that he felt in that position. It scared him.

“Ran?” Yohji said softly. Aya looked shocked, and more than a little scared. “Ran.” A little stronger, and Aya met his eyes again, coming back from wherever he had journeyed to. After seeing that trace of fear on that strong, delicate-looking face, there wasn’t anything Yohji could deny his lover because he was nervous. After all, for a hedonist such as himself, “A change is as good as a rest, ne?” He smiled deceptively easily. Aya blinked at him, shoulders visibly relaxing.

“You’ll let me?” Yohji nodded, and found himself with an armful of reheaded assassin, Aya’s lips claiming his again, and whispering against his, “I’ll have to reward you for that…” and Yohji shivered.


Omi and Ken were interrupted once again by a yelp from downstairs. This time it was Ken who commented. Omi was too far gone.

“Omi.” He stilled his hips, and the younger boy let out a wail.

“Ken!! Onegai!! Hoshii!” The ex J-leaguer petted him soothingly, stroking his quivering muscles and flushed face.

“Omi, something’s happening down there. That sounded like Yohji.” To his surprise, the archer grinned.

“Good, maybe Aya-kun’s getting his way then.” When Ken looked at him cluelessly, Omi snorted. “Oh for goodness’ sake, Ken-kun, did you really think of Aya-kun as the type to simply roll over and take it?” His desperation made his language bold, and he didn’t even blush as Ken stared at him.

“You mean…” Ken cut himself off, grunting as Omi pushed himself up and dropped back down onto him, pleading.

“Ken, please shut up and concentrate on me,” pouted the hacker.



At the moment, Yohji was in another world. Stripping each other had passed in a blur, and before he knew it he had been pushed flat on his back on the bed, Aya kneeling over him, eyes soft on his. The softest of kisses had been pressed to his lips, then his collarbone, and then his chest. Yohji’s fantasies of Aya’s lips around him had come back with a vengeance, heart pounding as he felt Aya’s lips on his stomach, then his lower belly, and then his lover had looked up at him, and smiled, and he couldn’t help the moan that escaped him.

Aya had looked back down, licking his lips as he tucked his hair safely behind his ears, then reached out with soft, slender fingers, and touched him. That simple touch already had made Yohji pant, and when he felt soft lips surround him, he had let out a yelping cry he was sure the neighbors could have heard. Aya pulled back with a start and stared at him, eyes wide.

He looked so much like a cat at that moment, one that had been asleep, or grooming, and had been poked. His eyes were wide and startled, his body rigid, and Yohji felt incredibly guilty. “Gomen…” he whispered, and met Aya’s eyes apologetically. He was rewarded with a slight smile and a nod, and then Aya leaned back over and took him in his mouth again and Yohji knew all was forgiven as he felt Aya’s tongue, soft and knowing, tickle and tease him, writhing against him as he slid, inch by inch, deeper into Aya’s mouth.

Oh gods, did he know what he was doing! Yohji’s hands clenched in the sheets by his sides, trying hard not to simply thrust up and fuck Aya’s mouth. He knew, somehow, that this was a gift, and that kind of behavior would not be welcome. A distant part of his brain wondered how and when Aya had learned to give head so well, but the thought never quite got through to anywhere he could register it. He wanted to stroke Aya’s hair, to twirl the crimson strands around his fingers, but wasn’t at all sure that his Ran would welcome the gesture. So he kept his hands still, whimpering and gasping when Aya attacked a particularly sensitive spot.

Aya was quite pleased with himself. Yohji was a wonderful man to go down on, simply because he was Yohji, and out of long habit, he was ready for anything. He was clean and smelled good, and the only taste was that of Yohji himself. Aya decided he could quickly find this addicting. The length and weight of him felt good sliding in and out of his mouth, resting against the cushion of his tongue. On a whim, Aya decided he wanted to taste this particular lover, wanted to make him come and see his face before taking him. He slid a hand down to Yohji’s balls and ghosted gently over them, feeling the slender hips buck slightly and hearing a broken gasp from above him. Looking up, he felt himself go even harder at the picture of absolute bliss on Yohji’s face.

Suddenly a hand was stroking his cheek, sliding up to card through his hair. Aya paused for a fraction of a second, trying to decide whether or not to be pissed, but the affection and love in the touch was obvious, and it was meant to encourage, not control. Had it been from anyone else, the assassin decided, he would have stopped and left. But coming from Yohji, who would never do anything to try and hurt him directly, or even less to control him, who, in all the time they had worked together, had done his hardest to keep Aya from backing out of the odd little abusive friendship they had forged, a gesture like that didn’t deserve anything but one in return.

Which is what Aya found himself doing as he gently stroked the arm attached to the hand that was in his hair, before dropping it back down to tease Yohji’s balls again. Another whimper from above, and Aya’s jaw began to register its discomfort. With a worried hum, the redhead began to wonder if Yohji’s boasting about his stamina hadn’t actually been boasting.

When he felt the vibrations from Aya’s hum, he had no choice but to let out a cry, his hands convulsing quickly. Aya stopped, either in surprise or annoyance, Yohji didn’t know, for a split second, then he could feel the smile around him as his lover repeated the action. That low, smooth voice washed him in waves of lovely sound, and Yohji cried out again, body stiffening.

“Ran!” He panted, then moaned, long and low, as Aya opened his throat, and he felt himself sliding in even further. Aya could deepthroat. The very concept had Yohji’s head spinning again as Aya’s nose touched his belly. He looked down, because he had to see, and immediately squeezed his eyes shut against the sight, whimpering. “Ran…I’m gonna…” Then the younger man was humming again, and the walls of the throat vibrated with the action, and suddenly it was all too much as Aya’s fingers tickled his balls again. His body arched off the bed with a howl, and he convulsed, spilling down Aya’s throat.



Omi and Ken lay panting together, listening to the sounds coming from below. Ken stroked Omi’s hair, yawning and turning to look at the clock. At his lover’s snicker, Omi opened his eyes to look at him.

“It’s already one. They’re both gonna be shit in the morning.” Ken snickered again and rolled toward Omi, flinging an arm over his smaller lover and nuzzling his neck. “Love you.” He yawned mightily, missing Omi’s fond smile.

“I love you too, Ken.”
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Hope you all liked it! Goddess knows you waited long enough for it! Hee. Please, please review! I hope you all still love me enough to!!
~Tareacel