Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Here\'s a few japanese words you might wanna know: Sawatte- \"Please touch me here/there\";
Namete- \"Please lick me here/there\"
Enjoy!!
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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.”




Yohji flopped back on the bed, panting heavily, as Aya pulled away, licking his lips. The redhead crawled up to sprawl next to him, smiling that warm, small smile that set Yohji’s heart on fire. The blonde looked over at him, and weakly raised an arm, the backs of his fingers grazing Aya’s temple. The younger assassin took the hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. Yohji sighed, reveling in happy afterglow, and beamed up at Aya.

Aya’s erection was still hard and hot, pressed into Yohji’s mattress, and more than anything he wanted to simply slick them both up and dive into the comfort Yohji’s body could provide. At the mere thought, he had to bite back a groan. But it couldn’t work like that. From his initial reaction to the idea, Aya was fairly sure his golden-skinned lover was not used to this position, hedonist or not. Again the memory came to him, of Yuushi and his own first time. Being treated like he could break, and gentle fingers and mouth preparing him for so long that Aya had thought he’d die from pleasure. The scarlet-haired Weiss ducked his head to hide a wicked smile at the thought of Yohji writhing as he’d had.

“Yohji.” At the sound of his name, the haze around his mind cleared enough for him to answer.

“Unnh?”

Aya almost laughed. He leaned over Yohji, kissing him softly, and letting a hand rest on his thigh. Yohji moaned into his mouth and took the kiss deeper, drawing Aya’s tongue into his mouth to play. His hips bucked when the slender hand began to slip up it. To Aya’s surprise, his fingers found Yohji still half-hard.

“Yohji?” He queried, pulling back to verify what he had just found. Yohji’s length lay stiffly across his upper thigh, flushed and still stiffening. Aya looked back into his lover’s smug green eyes in patent surprise. A smirk curled sensual lips into a teasing smile.

“What wrong, Ayan? Surely you didn’t expect to be the only one with a special talent…” Yohji snickered when Aya blinked, eyes wide. He had never expected to catch Aya off guard in any way, but this had been an interesting week, and this, now this was priceless. He had the chance to enjoy his victory for a matter of seconds before Aya’s calloused hand closed over him and made conscious thought flee. “Ran!!”

Aya looked up at him deceptively innocently before going to back to stroking the hardening length gently. He lazily watched while Yohji’s toes curled, and his fingers clenched the sheets again. He grinned inwardly, knowing the older man had to still be sensitive. All the better to distract him when the time came.

“Yohji…have you ever done this before?” He stopped his motions, wanting a serious answer. After Yohji’s cry of injustice, he repeated the question, petting a long thigh soothingly.

“This, as in sex with a man, or this, as in being bottom?” Yohji responded on an exhale. “Because the answer to both is yes. Yes, I have been on the bottom before…after all, I’ll try anything once.” His eyes clouded with memories, and his laugh was bitter. “But, I didn’t like it. It felt…wrong.” He looked up at Aya, and the trust that shone in his gaze caused the redhead’s breath to catch. “But with you, I’d do anything to be with you.” Yohji smiled, bracing himself.

All of that trust, and all of his own desire washed over and through the swordsman in that moment. He wondered…if he could ever trust Yohji the same way. Aya tilted his head and looked at his lover, who stared back, smiling softly, although his eyes were questioning. What would it feel like, to have a man inside him again? This man was pleasure incarnate, hard-bodied but gentle and generous of heart. For a swift minute, Aya had the almost painful urge to reverse their plans. It vanished as Yohji licked his lips and stared up at him, gaze heated.

“Well, Ayan? You gonna fuck me or just sit there?”


Aya was unable to waste another minute. Yohji’s eyes rolled back in his head, his eyes screwing shut at the pleasure of such addictive kisses. Aya kissing was strong, heated, and sure of every move of lip and tongue, ensnaring Yohji’s own mouth as easily as the assassin ensnared their targets. The sudden comparison chilled Yohji’s heart, and he pushed it down into the depths of his mind. Aya’s mouth slipped from his own and started to trail kisses across his jaw, then nuzzled at the jointure of jaw and neck before starting to travel down the golden column. Yohji whined and his hands tangled in crimson locks, a fire in his belly burning hotter and brighter with every soft touch of tongue or nose or lips on his skin.

“Ayaaaaa….” Came the whine again, followed by a whimper as the crimson head dipped and nipped at Yohji’s collarbone. The bright body jumped, and Aya practically purred. Yohji was so noisy, sounds slipping from his lips as easily as water from a sieve. This, like so many other things Yohji did, from anyone else would have been irritating or annoying. From Yohji, it was a sign of submission, an offer to share the pleasure he was being given. Sudden warmth spread through a space in him that was too often cold.

The blonde’s mind reeled in pleasure, a thick fog that was not unlike being nicely drunk off your ass settling over his consciousness. His vision was filled with pale skin and crimson hair. Aya’s teeth nipped at his skin, which was rapidly growing warmer with every pass the other man made over the center of his chest. Yohji moaned, writhing beneath his lover, mouth already unable to form the words to ask Aya to touch, to lick where he needed him to. His hands came up to caress ivory shoulders, and Yohji let out a moan at the pure aesthetic bliss of watching his amber skin run over that paleness.

Aya kissed lower, inch by agonizing inch, until Yohji’s back was arching off the bed, and the older man was begging him for something more substantial than a simple soft caress of lips. The redhead purred and flicked his tongue out at a pebbled nipple, a look almost akin to a grin settling across his face when Yohji moaned loudly and his hands clenched on his upper arms.

“Ran…sawatte…onegai, Ran!” Oooh. How was he supposed to deny that? Aya granted his lover mercy and again ran his rough tongue over the smooth surface. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled at the little nub around a rare, full smile as Yohji’s voice husked out a cry. He immediately noticed when one of the clenching hands left his arm, and checked to see where it was going.

Aya’s mouth was the only thing Yohji was thinking about at the moment. He remembered all too well how it had felt around his aroused length, and now his beloved had discovered another of his sensitive spots. He wondered somewhere deep in the back of his mind, as one hand drew up to pinch his other nipple hard, if Aya could get him off just by sucking and nibbling on his nipples like this. His eyes opened in shock and he let out a disappointed moan as his hand was snatched away.


What a glorious sight to open your eyes to. Aya was straddling his torso, and had risen up on his knees, looming over his partner. He held Yohji’s wandering hand in a strong grip, and glared down at its owner possessively. The blonde shuddered under the stare and he held Aya’s gemstone eyes as his other hand slowly caressed up one long, lean, porcelain thigh. His eyes glinted wickedly when his action wrung a shiver from the other man, but Aya wasn’t done with him yet. Still watching Yohji unwaveringly, he licked slowly up the length of the wrist he held, over Yohji’s sensitive palm, causing his lover’s heart to skip a beat and his breath to catch, and slid one of the long, slender fingers between his lips.

Did everything that man did have to be with his mouth? Didn’t he know it distracted him to no end? Of course he knew. That was probably why he did it. Yohji made a concerted effort to gather a few tendrils of his mind back together in order to match Aya, payback for payback. His hand stroked across his beloved’s hard lower belly, the skin sinfully soft over tense muscle. He felt more than heard Aya’s lips part around his finger, and the younger assassin gasp in a breath. A second finger was slipped in between full, soft lips, but Yohji was now intent on his task. His fingers trailed down, slipping into crimson curls before curling loosely around Aya’s erection. And what a beautiful erection it was. It was slender and pale, just like the rest of Aya, flushed becomingly at the crown. Yohji trailed his fingers up the gently arching length of it, and Aya dropped all pretense of trying to remain unaffected. His hips bucked into the touch, his mouth clamped down around the fingers in his mouth, and he moaned, the noise coming out strained and flat through his nose.

How could this happen, with just one small, soft touch? Just one touch, and Yohji was pushing him past ready. Aya groaned, sucking at the fingers in his mouth, his tongue tracing their forms and flicking against the sensitive pads. It was enough to make Yohji pause, but not enough to make him stop. His fingers continued their teasing exploration, petting and caressing up to the head of his arousal, thumb swiping over the tip. At that, Aya’s legs went weak and his breath faltered. Letting the fingers fall from his lips he whispered husky instructions to his bed-partner.

“Again, Yohji…touch me like that again.” Grinning, the blonde complied and more, wrapping his hand around the length in front of him, and leaning up on his other elbow, now that his Ran had released his wrist. This brought his face perilously close to the tip of Aya’s erection, which the swordsman failed to notice as Yohji began fisting his aching length.


His eyes fell shut and his head dropped back as he let himself ride the pleasure that Yohji was drawing out of him. It had been too long. His hips undulated into the hand that was stroking him too slowly, and he was about to issue another command when suddenly something wet and warm touched the tip of his arousal.

Yohji was both amazed and turned on beyond belief to hear Aya let out a startled cry, and then hands were resting on his shoulders, and Aya’s forehead was resting on the top of his. The slender, bowed body was shaking. Trembling convulsively was more like it. His hips bucked forcefully into his hand, and the trembles increased.

“Yoohhji!” His name came out on a moan between Aya’s lips, and it’s owner knew the name had never lived up to its potential until now. Swallowing heavily, Yohji kept up his slow pace as Aya moaned and bucked against him.

“What, love? What do you want, Ran?”

“Namete, Yohji…namete!” In the face of such a plea, Yohji was helpless. He leaned forward again, and on the downstroke of his hand, flicked out his tongue and brushed it firmly over the tip of Aya’s heated flesh. A strangled sounding grunt emanated from above him, and Yohji grinned. This was just too good. Aya was so responsive to his touch…this was going to come in handy the next time the stubborn redhead tried to argue with him over morning shifts. The trembling of Aya’s limbs intensified and Yohji watched in fascination as a bead of sweat rolled down the smooth thigh by his head. He had sucked the crown of Aya’s erection fully between his lips now, and Aya’s breathing had turned erratic. He wouldn’t breath for long periods of time, his body shaking as Yohji worked him, and then he’d let out a huge shuddering breath, drawing in another deep one and holding it tightly in his chest.

This was all very hot and Yohji was very content to continue this…another time. Right now, his own need was throbbing, and he didn’t want to have to wait for Aya to get it up again. He pulled away from the pale-skinned assassin, gently propelling Aya off of him. Without the support or pleasure Yohji had been giving him, Aya toppled backward with a choked-off cry. His hand flew to his length to finish what Yohji had started, only to be captured by his partner’s quick reflexes. He glared hot daggers up at the blonde, who had the cheek to grin back at him.

“I know you’re anxious to finish yourself off…but I thought I was getting fucked tonight.” Amethyst eyes stared blankly at him, and Yohji smiled, watching Aya come back from the brink as they filled with a predatory hunger.


TBC.....
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