YUME

Chapter 4

It was already six in the evening and the boys were almost ready. Yohji wore his usual black top and leather jeans. Aya was dressed in a red tight sweater and khaki pants.
Omi, being the bait, wore a black fishnet top paired with a tight pair of leather pants. He was wearing a layer of black lipstick.
Very bishounen Aya thought. Yohji did a pretty good job…

Suddenly, Yohji whispered something into Omi’s ears that made Omi giggle then, he planted a full kiss onto Omi’s tiny mouth. The kiss lasted for about three seconds.

“Yohji, wipe your drool off.” Aya smirked.

“Sometimes, you are no fun, Aya.” Omi commented.

After some minutes, Ken walked out of the bedroom. Aya’s eyes were glued into Ken’s body.

Ken was wearing a red sleeveless, halter-top, which was short enough that a part of his lower abdomen was showing. He paired the top with a pair of black jeans. Over this outfit, he wore a black trench coat.

Aya recognized the trench coat. It was one of his.

“I hope you don’t mind me borrowing one of your coats” Ken told Aya.

How Aya wished that it was his skin covering Ken’s body, not some stupid trench coat.
His mind wandered to one of his erotic dreams about Ken where Ken was wearing his trench coat with nothing but bare skin underneath. Ken was walking towards him. Ken’s gazed locked into his. Ken’s stares seemed to undress him. Finally, Ken kissed him – a kiss that was so intense.

Yohji’s hand over Aya’s shoulder interrupted his thought.

“Look like you should follow your own advice, Aya-kun…” Yohji teased him.

It made Aya blushed into a shade of furious red.

“Let’s get moving.” Aya snapped.


They arrived at the yacht just in time when the party has kicking. When they entered the party, they all had noticed one thing – all of the people there were young gothic kids with a passion for rock, drugs and sex.

“All right, spread out.” Aya ordered.

After Aya’s command, Omi headed beside the disc jockey where he was sure that the target would see him. He signaled to his teammates that he already was in position.

After seeing Omi’s signal, Yohji headed to a couch where he could see from where Omi was positioned. His table was beside the table of three kids who seemed to be sixteen years old. The kids were obviously high. On the table were six tablets of ecstasy.

Aya had already planned their positions before they headed for the yacht and since the place was already secured by Yohji and Omi, the only place left for him and Ken was the V.I.P room.

As Aya and Ken headed for the V.I.P. room, Ken held Aya’s hand.

“Oi… w-what are you doing?” Aya blushed.

“Well, this is good cover, don’t you think?” Ken cheerfully told his leader.
Oh my God, I am holding his hand… Where the hell did this courage come from? Ken asked himself.

“I suppose so…” Aya tightened his grip on Ken’s hands.

Together, hand in hand, they entered the V.I.P room. The room turned out to be at the second floor with glass walls overlooking the whole dance floor.

The room was filled with gothic kids dressed in all black. Drugs were everywhere – all sorts! Marijuana, glass, E… name it, it is in that room.

Obviously, some of the kids took E. About fifteen couples were all over each other on their respective sofas. Some were kissing, some were making out and some were petting.

This scene made Aya and Ken shocked. They had never seen so many couple engaging in sexual acts in their entire lives.

“Let go in.” Aya said.

And so they did.

They were browsing on the faces of the kids there and their attention was caught by a middle aged man with a scar on his right cheek.

“I see him.” Ken whispered to Aya. “Come with me.”

Aya protested. “Hey, I’m supposed to be the leader.”

“Oh you think your mind can function well while your nose bleed because of what you see?” Ken said impatiently.

He was right. Aya was not able to think well that night.

Ba-ka. It’s not because of what I see. It’s because of the fact that I’m in this room holding hands with the man I’m having dreams about. Aya thought.

“Whatever.”

That was all Aya managed to say.

Ken started pulling Aya into a sofa where they say side by side. Ken leaned towards Aya and whispered into his hear, “Make out with me…”

The words sent shivers down Aya’s spine and Ken’s warm breath sent his body on fire.

“Why?” He was blushing.

“It’s called going under cover.” Ken answered him. Then, Ken saw the target looking at their direction. “Now!” He hissed as he pulled Aya on top of him.

Their faces were now no more than a centimeter away from each other.

“Are you sure about this?” Aya whispered.

Ken’s only response was to close his eyes and press his lips firmly on Aya’s mouth.
That was their first kiss.

Aya’s heart felt like it will skip from his chest.

What the fuck am I doing? This is my chance! Aya thought and so he gathered all his guts and began kissing Ken back. He hoped that the kissed would not end. It felt wonderful.
Slowly, Ken put his arms around Aya’s waist, pressing Aya’s hips firmly onto his and slight opened Aya’s lips so that his tongue can roam around Aya’s mouth.

This feels so right… Ken thought as he attempted to peek at Aya’s face. However, he saw their target looking down at the dance floor.

Panicking, Ken broke their kiss.

“Why did you stop?” Aya asked Ken with obvious disappointment.

“Shhh, shhh, the target is closing at the bait…”

Ken turned his head.

“Don’t be too obvious, Aya-kun…” Ken warned him.

The target now is heading towards the dance floor. Towards Omi.

Slowly, Aya and Ken rose from the couch and casually started to head to the dance floor – following their target.

The target now was beside Omi, talking with him. Then, the target touched Omi’s bare arms, stroking it down and down.

The target’s touch made Omi feel like puking. Not only that the target is not handsome, not only because of the sour breath the target have but because he knew what the target’s purpose is to fuck him.

Seeing Omi’s face, Ken signaled at Yohji to create a distraction. So, Yohji rose from the couch, put down his half empty glass of brandy and headed for the power source.

The electricity supply was cut and after a few seconds, the lights went back. The disc jockey screamed at the sight of Matsukaki Hiroshi dead. He had wounds on his chest as if a giant cat clawed him and a slash on his throat.

Aya, Ken, Yohji and Omi were gone.