Falling In Love With You

Recap from chap 2:
\"Well because I threw sleeping here on you, you thought you were going to sleep with Aya.” Omi explained avoiding most eye contact.

“If you don’t mind, you know I’d prefer you stay. If you don’t think I am weird, I always like the company Yohji-kun. I get to sleep alone all the time.” Omi smiled gently reaching for his hand, before patting the bed when he simply stood there. “Come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” Omi whispered sighing with relief when he dropped back onto his side.

“Well alright then.” He smiled happily before laughing as Omi swat him. “I’d like to think we’re of better acquaintance Omittchi, especially after that entire episode. You’re so easy to guilt over, and…I think you needed to smile after being put through that.” He admit quietly and Omi’s eyes dropped away for a moment before the boy shrug.“I mean hearing that. You shouldn’t have to.”

“Don’t you dare say a word to Manx Yohji-kun.” Omi ordered becoming firm fast, knowing what he was thinking. Hell it’s what they all were thinking ever since they noticed the change. It went into Omi’s file of course, under sexual preference, and of course that got transferred to his medical file and they noticed. The very next time Omi saw the doc the man was a little bit harsher with the boy, sometimes down right cruel with his questions or exams but Omi took it, and didn’t say a thing and forbid them to as well. Still, he was tempted, because each time Omi saw the guy the man’s words inched that much closer to the edge, and he certainly thought the ending swat was a bit much, even if Omi didn’t yell he could tell the boy was startled badly. Hopefully, if they ever did get switched, he’d know where the guy landed and could make a little visit say when he was walking from the grocery store to his car in a nice discrete parking lot. Or maybe right before he slid his key into his apartment door, so he could shove the guy inside and let his fist meet his face. Something of that nature.


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Chapter 3

Something’s Are Meant To Be

By EdenEight

Two Days Later

“You know what friends are for?”

“No but I am sure your going to tell me aren’t you.” Omi droned not bothering to cast him a look as the boy focused on his flower arrangement. He took a moment to reflect then, casting his eyes about the boy’s body with appreciation for how discrete and yet courageously Omi declared his sexuality. The boy looked no different from any other, traditional red sneakers, knee length cargo shorts, forest green logo t-shirt that brought out the boy’s summer tan and natural highlights, before the small black strung, small rainbow necklace that dodged around about a hemp one of shells. Nervous? The boy almost cried when he admit to him how he felt, but courageous? Still enough to advertise just that tiny bit.

“I just want to know what’s up with you limping about.” He said, and Omi’s indigo little eyes fixed on him with a look of annoyance since he just stood there in thought staring.

“I am not limping.” Omi stated monotone.

“Oh I see.” he smiled scratching the underneath of his chin with a grin. “Denial.--Is it that you don’t want to see the doc again?” He asked cutting to the chase. There weren’t many people in the shop, Ken was out doing deliveries and Aya had the afternoon off. They were just two florists, arranging flowers along the back countertop. Nothing suspicious, nothing important.

“Spit it out if you’ve got something to say.” Omi clipped. “I don’t appreciate the games while you bounce around something serious.” Omi snapped shoving the flower scissors to him rather roughly when the boy caught his hand blindly searching for them.

“Stop it. No one likes a drama queen.” He hissed, turning to the boy who flashed a cold look his way. “Is there something wrong with your ass? And do you not want to drag the doc into it? That’s all I want to know.”

“Is it a hobby to always ask me personal questions in public places?” Omi hissed avoiding eye contact and paying especially close attention to the delicate lilies laced about his fingers.

“Yes, but don’t change the subject. Besides.” he smiled leaning a bit closer to the boy. “No ones in here, and I really want to know.” He stated simply, with the tone he used when he was serious, slightly concerned, and ready to be useful.

“Maybe I have been limping a little.” Omi admit quietly. “But I can’t seem to imagine why that should surprise you.” The irritated tone came back.

“I never said I was surprised.”

“I am just sore. That’s all.”

“That’s all?”

“Yes.”

“Nothing else?”

“No.”

“You\'re sure?”

“Positive.”

He let the flower clippers clatter to the counter with that final remark and Omi looked up at him. “Friends. Are for trusting.” he muttered allowing the roses he was arranging to loosen in their vase, mingling with the blonde strands along side his head but not interfering with his gaze. He had locked his eyes on the boy, and Omi was unable to tear his away. “For trusting Omi.” He repeat a bit firmer. “While I should probably try to comfort you into spilling by telling you there is nothing you could tell me that should embarrass you. I’d probably get farther reminding you there is no way for you to embarrass yourself any farther because you’ve already reached and ran wildly past the max.” He stated, cocking an eyebrow before watching Omi turn away suppressing a smile.

“You’re such a dick.” the boy muttered though his grin. Giving his last lily it’s final trim before turning to him. “The doc gave me this cream that I have to apply to the breakout on my skin, and it’s difficult to do but I’ve managed.” Omi divulged. “That’s why I’ve been walking funny alright, because I am sore, and it just feels odd with my ass slicked ok.”

“Ok.” He chuckled satisfied he got the truth before turning towards the door as their welcome bell rung.

“Oh, hey.” Omi smiled immediately glancing about the shop a bit hesitant to greet the smiling boy whom was there only because he was on Omi’s list of -Really hot- crushes. “What are you doing here?” Omi asked, leaving the flowers and heading for the boy now that he was sure there were A. No customers. B. No Aya. C. No Ken. D. No bystander that could possibly fall into the category of a homophobe.

“I thought I’d swing by and make sure your ok? Everything went over ok right?” The boy asked glancing at him.

“Yeah it did. He knows.” Omi added, noticing the boy’s glance and informing him they could talk freely. “I don’t get off for another two hours, but I have some work I could do in the greenhouse.” Omi offered beckoning the kid inward with another glance at him.

“You’ve got a break coming if you want it.” he stated, ignoring the fact that none of them had breaks, and really two boys messing about in the greenhouse was not going to fall under one of Aya’s approved situations. “So take it if you want it, or use the extra pair of hands.” He said speaking right though his mental musings. Since when did he ever give a damn about what Aya thought anyway.

“K. Yell if you need me Yohji-kun.” Omi smiled heading into the greenhouse before slipping his hand into the boy’s seconds before they disappeared into the doorway. His comment had made the boy happy, and for that he was glad.

“Hey Yohji!” Ken greet strolling in the front door while crumpling his delivery sheet. “How’s it been?”

“Slow as shit.” He droned finishing the roses before sliding Omi’s lilies forward.

“Where’s Omi?” Ken asked glancing around before hopping up onto their counter and grabbing a soda. That was also something Aya didn’t allow them to do. Sit on the counter.

“In the back getting his freak on.” He stated, before glancing at Ken when only silence followed his words.

“You’re being serious?” Ken’s eyebrows instantly shot up.

“Yeah, knock before you go back there. You wouldn’t want to walk in on too much skin right?” He chuckled watching Ken give him a dirty look for the mental picture the guy didn’t want.

“You’re gay too aren’t you Yohji-and damnt.” Ken cut him off before he could answer. “If you aren’t you mine as well be the way you encourage him.”

“I happen to believe that in our line of work one should get as much ass as he can while he can…because who can say about tomorrow. Might be dead, might be in a wheel chair, might not have anything to get ass with.”

“That’s enough.” Ken snapped running freaked hands through his hair to shake that mental picture far away. “Still our greenhouse isn’t exactly where I’d prefer the ass getting to take place.” Ken grumbled taking a swing of his soda and shuddering as he thought of all the possible tables, and benches ideal for such activities.

“Well than maybe you and Aya shouldn’t give him such heat for bringing kids to his room. All this -leave your door open- bullshit is a little lame wouldn’t you say?”

“He’s not eighteen yet. I have to side with Aya Yohji because he’s on the side of the law, or haven’t you forgotten that’s what we’re supposed to be upholding here.” Ken scold.

“Law Shmall.” He grunt, tying a yellow ribbon about Omi’s flowers before placing them on the shelf as well. “You know what I think, so why do you bother attempting to convert me.” He mocked turning to Ken with a playful grin.

“I don’t know, ethics?” Ken shrugged before whipping his head towards the greenhouse door when they both heard a smash. “What was that?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, as they both fell silent waiting for the sound of voices or perhaps the exiting of the room from or more persons inside.

“Go look.” Ken finally whispered.

“Are you suggesting I spy?”

“Call it whatever you want.” Ken groaned rolling his eyes. “Just take a peek and see what’s going on.” Ken urged motioning for him to move forward like one would try to shew away a pesky animal.

He crept toward the door slowly, gently took the handle and eased it in until voices met his ears, and one eye caught the room in it’s grasp.

“It hurts just a bit.” Omi was whispering, sandwiched between their potting table and the boy directly in front of him. “But I didn’t.”

“Then what did you do?” the boy shot back obviously sounding either hurt, or really annoyed.

“I can’t explain it ok, it’s really personal.”

“My ass.”

“Look, I am being serious. Why would I lie about it? Just take my word ok?”

“There are a hundred and one reasons why you’d lie Omi. Now if you can’t be honest with me that we’re through.” The boy whispered, laying a hand on Omi’s cheek before quickly withdrawing it as though to represent the threat caught within his words.

“Come on!” Omi shot sounding more than a little concerned as his eyes widened. “That’s not even funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny.” The kid whispered back watching Omi roll his eyes letting his head slump forward with a heavy sigh.

“I’ve been having a shitty day-no wait I take that back-I’ve been having a shitty week ok.” Omi groaned, giving his eyes a rub before snuggling into the embrace the boy offered. “Nothing’s going my way right now, and I’ve got all these pain in the ass little details waiting to take me down.” Omi whispered, teasing him to stay right where he was and watch this like a soap opera. Simply swallow the guilt he was spying with a wide grin and continue, while on the other side of the door his own words about the trust between friends were biting his ass.

“Damnt.” he cursed slowly pulling back to leave the two alone before Omi snapped and caught his attention. Through his mental musing the boy hushing his teammate had brought a hand down to pat Omi’s still sore backside and had apparently gotten too friendly, for Omi suddenly shoved the guy off annoyed.

“You haven’t heard one word I’ve said.”

“Wow-you weren’t kidding.” The boy snapped swinging his book bag from the floor to his shoulder. “Good luck Omi. It was fun while it lasted. Tell whoever was so good a fuck I say hi.” the boy spit quickly stalking towards him and he scrambled from the door and to the flower cabinet faster than imaginable when factoring the amount of noise he made.

Through his get away he thought he might have heard a cry for the boy to stop, turn back, wait a minute, something to that nature to have slipped from Omi’s lips-but for those of you whom have never been a florist trying to relocate his ear and eye from the back greenhouse door to the front store while resuming a non-suspicious task, you should know it if very hard to hear much else than your rapidly beating heart.

The kid stormed out of the greenhouse and was gone without so much as eye contact to him or Ken. They of course exchanged looks only seconds after their welcome bell sound to declare the dramatic leave, before Ken told him to resume his spy-spot with a sudden jut of the chin towards the greenhouse door.

He did. Be it out of curiosity, concern for his teammate, or simply good nature to help a friend, he found himself with his hand back on that cool brass knob quietly peeking into the greenhouse before slipping inside once he was sure what had happened.

The smash, seemed Omi’s fault for it came from the vase where the boy’s hand now was, and Omi seemed none to concerned about it. The boy whom had left, had also apparently been off the -hot crush- list and apparently added to something much more serious without his knowledge; for Omi now sat in a dreary, hunched over position of depression that couldn’t be more complete had a dark rain cloud been hovering over the boy.

“Omi?” he called gently before startling when Omi’s head whipped up surprised before hastily wiping away his tears. “Oh uh…sorry. I’ll give you a minute.” He mumbled running a fumbling hand over the back of his neck as he turned to go.

“Did he leave?” Omi’s voice sounded through the room. Upset. Shaky.

“The boy?” He asked turning back around.

“Yes. Did he leave?” Omi repeat, not at all less engrossed in the question having to repeat it a second time.

He answered as gently and honestly as he could.

“Stormed out. Not a word to either of us.” He muttered watching Omi’s head drop before the boy ran a hand into the back tousling his locks sloppily with frustration and stress. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“He thinks I lied to him!” Omi snapped ripping the hand from his hair and slamming it down to the table where the vase once lived. “Doesn’t believe me this is such-such-such crap Yohji-kun. It’s not my fault I am an assassin and I have to lie to everyone I know because I am-am bruised and talented in ways they can’t understand. It’s not my fault. I never wanted this. I never wanted it.” Omi vent, rasping his words down to their soiled cement floor with hate and aggravation.

“Come on now.”

“He thinks I’ve been unfaithful to him because I am like this.” Omi sniveled, suddenly wiping his eyes with fast furious stocks.

“That was your boyfriend?” He asked before wanting to smack himself for being so dumb, but Omi simply nod.

“My ex-boyfriend now.” Omi stated irritably. “He just dumped me on my ass.” he continued his voice breaking into small little cracks. “There goes seven months down the fucking drain.”

“Ok now.” He hushed, starting forward the second he heard the F word appear. Omi had sworn on missions, Omi had sworn while he was killing, and defending himself, but never to his knowledge outside of work in the shop. “Maybe he’ll understand if you give him some time.” He offered laying his hand on the boy’s shoulder and feeling worse now that he could feel Omi’s constant soft tremble proof of silent lament. Without sound. Without many tears, but crying none the less.

“Second date. Our promise, you stay faithful. If either of us ever blew it, that was the end. Just like that. No looking back. No regrets. That’s what-what we wanted. And I-I..” Omi trailed looking up at him. “I-I have nothing to explain myself with I-there is nothing I can say Yohji-kuuuun.” Omi cried, running a damp hand over his as he crouched down in front of the boy. “What could I have said to make it different? I look like I’ve been doing the horizontal poka till morning!”

“I know. I know.” He agreed nodding sympathetically. “I don’t think there was anything you could have done differently ok?” He stated, offering Omi’s tense shoulder a squeeze as he looked the boy in the eye. Omi’s soft gentle cheeks were streaked with tears still falling, as his lower lips constantly testified to his past life as a fish, gulping and trembling like that of a cod.

“But this is so unfaaair.” Omi cried, unabashed to show him his tears. He had once before.

Flashback

“What exactly is it Omi?”

(crying)

“I’ll understand whatever it is. Whatever you have to say.”

(crying…whispering)

“You think your what?….

(whispering.)

“What?…Oh….It could be worse Omittchi, no more crying now…(hug) Besides…Brad Pitt’s pretty hot isn’t he?”

End Flashback

“It could be worse.” He offered, dropping his knees to the ground to crouch in order to support Omi whom suddenly leaned forward and attached to him.

“How could it be worse?” the boy cried into his shoulder as he gently ran a soothing hand threw his tangled strands.

“You could have tried to make-up some asinine story about how you caught some rash or something and then had him dump you. Then he could have…told everyone at school you had some sort of Std…and then you’d be denied any all the way to graduation.” He offered chuckling slightly as he concocted his scenario and Omi actually stopped crying to listen before pulling back form his shoulder to frown suspiciously. “…That’s never happened to me.” He deadpanned. “I was just saying.”

“I should have tried the rash thing, why didn’t I think of that.” Omi muttered, dropping to a thoughtful frown of pure failure.

“Yeah but then you would have had to explain where you caught it from, and you really don’t have any -don’t worry I am still faithful to you-options Omi.

“I could have said it was an allergic reaction to something.” Omi said, already thinking heavily. “Maybe he’ll buy that and….” Omi trailed becoming quiet.

“What’s the name?”

“Huh?”

“His name. What’s your boyfriends name?” He asked.

“Oh. Rei.” Omi answered before he smacked the boy in the back of the head. “What’d I do!?”

“Kept a secret for seven months.” He frowned; dropping his offending hand to massage Omi’s one shoulder after the scolding swat left the boy with another thoughtful expression.

“That doesn’t-doesn’t bother you?” Omi asked timidly, and it were as though the boy were afraid to make eye contact believing he’d see something in his eyes. Some truth he wasn’t going to be able to lie his way out of. Some hidden belief he thought it was repulsive and just pretended to be a caring friend.

“In all honesty, it’s a little late to ask me now don’t you think? I mean, if it seriously bothered me.” He chuckled. “Asking me now, after all we just went through two days ago, and now, with you practically sitting on me. Worrying about you weirding me out with your sexual habits is a little ridiculous.” He smiled, watching Omi consider each word as he spoke it. Snatching each syllable as it rang from his tongue with a serious greed of desperate importance. “You know me Omi, I’ve done most things, I’ve done a lot of things. What you’ve done, and I am not saying I know, or pass any judgments but…it’s probably not much in comparison…if that makes you feel any better.” He said trying his best to put everything right and make the boy understand how he understood. “To each his own Omi.”

“Well thanks.” Omi sniffled pulling an arm from around his neck to wipe at his nose. “It does make me feel better…better and sexually inexperienced, but better.” Omi said offering a smile and clearing his face of any lingering tears. “We weren’t that serious anyway. I mean I knew he wasn’t the one. We had a good thing going but still I guess, to look at it the very best way it’s not like I lost Mr. Right or anything. Just a good fling.”

“Hahha.” he couldn’t help but laugh, “Man the way you talk when you know you’re with someone you trust.” he laughed causing Omi to smile as the boy slowly shift off him and stood up.

“Shut up.” Omi frowned, reaching into his pocket and digging around for something. “I want you to do me a favor. A Discrete favor, understand?” Omi said emphasizing discrete with a nice little eye-flare that thoroughly freaked him out.

“What is it?”

“Take this crème.” Omi explained placing the tube in his hand as he stood dusting his pants. “And apply it, how it’s supposed to be done. Really well so hopefully I can call Rei in like a day and play this off as some sort of Rash I was too embarrassed to come clean about.”

“You’re really going to do that?” He asked more than shocked. Courageous? Either that or butt dumb.

“Yeah.” Omi nod, undoing his belt with a final sniffle as he glanced at the tube and then at the door. “Feeling odd right now?” Omi asked catching his rather hesitant expression from the corner of his eye, and he didn’t even have to answer that one. “Trust me.” Omi said undoing his fly fighting a blush. “It’s not nearly comparable to how it feels for me.” Omi sighed turning towards the table and giving him a look to open the container. “Your hands are clean right?”

“Unless our roses are contaminated with disease.”

“Yohji.”

“Yes. Yes they’re clean.” He droned squirting a nice dime sized blob of cold white crème onto his pointer finger kneeling behind the boy. “This stuff is cold.” He muttered shifting the tube back in his palm so he wouldn’t accidentally squeeze it all onto the floor.

“I know.” Omi muttered dropping his pants to his knees and glancing back at him. “Make it quick ok.” The boy whispered tensing as he gently touched some of the soft private skin he wasn’t exactly sure he was ready to see again. “Don’t wimp out on me!” Omi suddenly snapped, feeling the soft tremble back in his hand as he gently touched his cheek. “Come on. Do it! Yohji-kun!” Omi snapped giving him a harsh look that woke him up from all of his mental disputes as too how right it was to be doing this, and how right it was to be doing this in the greenhouse.

“Alright alright shut up.” He clipped, steadying Omi’s hip before slipping his finger into the boy’s clef. “Hey!” he snapped when Omi’s hips instantly shot forward into the table with a short gasp.

“It’s cold-cold.” Omi whispered slowly relaxing.

“Bend into the table or something will ya. I can’t see a thing, and I don’t want to pry you open back here.” He grumbled giving the back of the boy’s thigh a strong nudge.

“No. Please. Don’t make this anymore embarrassing than it has to be.” Omi hissed sarcastically. “Go quick ok.” The boy added, his voice a little shaky as the thighs in front of him became tenser earning them the curvature of every strong muscle inside. Omi’s cheeks smoothed out for him easing into the boy’s legs as he bent, placing more space between his thighs much to the boys disgust and opening his red target complete with one strong white streak where he’d smeared the crème.

“Alright but hold still.” he whispered squirting more onto his finger before gently bringing it to Omi’s skin.

“Ow…ow.OW! Ow what are you doing!?” Omi snapped giving his hips a wiggle after a few seconds.

“HEy! It’s not my fault you were completely missing some portions, I can’t help it if it stings.” he explained fighting to get the crème on as Omi shift his hips about in discomfort. There was no more complaining but he could still hear the soft grunts, accompanied by the soft wiggles as he coat the boy’s red pimpled skin until it was snowy white and left not a patch of semi-irritation unattended. “Stop moving your-” he stopped dead as Omi’s sudden little wiggle sent his slicked finger skiing down a soft curve and directly into the bull’s-eye he had been avoiding.

He stopped dead and Omi shot up with a gasp clenching and pulling away. He jumped to his feet. “You’re done.” He spit grabbing a spare rag and quickly wiping his finger in quick pulls of cloth down his digit. Omi offered him only a shaky glance as he quickly pulled up his shorts before remaining silent where he stood facing their potting table. “It was an accident.” He muttered when the boy did up his fly and belt and simply exhaled down to the buckled, soiled wood. “Omi?” he called tossing the rag aside and stepping along side the shorter boy whom still hadn’t moved. “Look I-I didn\'t mean to weird you out or anything I honestly didn’t mean to alright.” He whispered forcing his true, honest to goodness words through his teeth while glancing at the door. It wasn’t often he was so direct, but now he suddenly felt he should be.

“It’s ok.” Omi breathed offering him another shaky glance and he felt bad for either scaring, or disturbing the kid.

“Ok. Great. Come here.” He sighed grabbing Omi’s far shoulder and turning the boy to face him while yanking him in for a fast hug. It was then he felt it. Omi’s body went up like a board in his arms; surprised with the sudden movement and wire-hard knowing damn well he felt it. A strong, undeniable jab right in his thigh, and instead of trying to fight away Omi’s face suddenly buried itself in his chest as though hoping to hide from him entirely.

He was quiet for a second now. There was much to be pondered, and many answers for all of his questions. For instance, he had the basic somewhat unsettling, but down right confusing issue like the fact he was hugging his gay team member in the darkened greenhouse for the second time in ten minutes. There was the always befuddling and down right unsettling wonder as to how the greenhouse managed to dim itself within the last ten minutes. There was the fact that his hand somehow always found itself gently stroking through Omi’s hair as though he were petting a cat he quite enjoyed sleeping on him. There was the way Omi’s fingers buried themselves into his clothing while attaching, and the way for each hug he was quite aware of the boy’s audible breathing.

Then of course, there were the more serious matters, like what should he say if someone were to walk in? What would happen if someone actually did walk in? Would Ken and Aya wonder how straight he really was? Did he now wonder how straight he really was?! He had been around the block, there was no denying it and especially not to himself. He’d been in several threesomes a few of which counted two male and one female. He’d seen the male body, had his own to base off, and was pretty damn sure that with enough to drink, or the right atmosphere, or the right body, anything was possible-and yet there were even greater matters to be pondered at that very moment. Two of the greatest being

1. He was enjoying this embrace probably far too much for it to be normal

And

2. Omi had a wicked boner just jabbing him in the thigh.

The boner needed to be addressed.


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Hey everyone! I am super sorry this chapter is a week late but I had a lot of comotion in my life this week. All good, so don\'t any of you worry, and I\'ll try to have Chapter 4 up on time for everyone! And of course! -Sits down two large plates- I have this large platter of Sugar Cookies for all of my reviewers, and a special platter of Oatmeal Raison to Jimmy-san--whom this chapter is dedicated too. He whined last time and said you guys took too many, and there wasn\'t enough left for him. So please, try to reframe from taking from the left platter. and PLEASE REVIEW! and Take A Cookie!!!